Chapter Text
There were multiple times in what was, to her, recent history that Princess Zelda had to consider the permanence of a new situation beyond her comprehension. Once, she was in the past, concerned if ever she could be returned to her home time. After that, she was to become a dragon, forced to consider that this might very well be the end of her as a person.
When that dragonhood came to an end… She then had to ask, was this the consequence of such a risk?
Stirring in her bed, Zelda tried to roll onto her back, only to feel a harsh puncture as her hips raised up high. It should have been an extremely uncomfortable position that made her spine scream, but what stood out was how she did not feel at all pained by bending in such an unnatural way. She was awoken by the strangeness, and rolled again to right herself, tearing the sheets behind her.
These were private lodgings established just for her within Lookout Landing. A part of her wondered if yesterday was but a dream, a hallucination in her draconic state’s dulled mind, but the visage in the mirror was identical to that supposed hallucination.
From her golden bedhead rose two great, winding antlers. The horns curled towards the back of her head as they branched into six tips each. Her already long ears were twice the length and width as before, drooped from their new weight, covered in pale fuzz, and twitching far more expressively than the usual Hylian’s. Gold eyelashes, gathered into several spoke-like bunches, were thick as they curtained inhuman, purple eyes, the whites completely gone, and her once green pupils now ringed and complicated in their colours. At the very least, she was glad that they sat in her head normally, and did not stick out as a dragon’s would.
Tugging her lip, she revealed a mouth of flesh-rending fangs, her canines in particular looking like they could have been lethal if used right.
The stone’s power could not be fully purged from her body. No one had told her, but she knew it in her heart. At the very least, her mind was her own again, and her human form was in tact… mostly.
Wrapping a thick cloak around her lightly clad body, Zelda emerged into the sunlight, squinting as her eyes struggled to adjust-
“AH!”
She drew attention when her horn caught on the door frame, jerking her neck back and nearly taking her out! Stomping around as she stumbled into the open, the Princess clutched the side of her throbbing head, letting out a soft groan.
“Princess, are you okay?”
Purah was nearby, frowning lightly.
“That looked like it hurt a lot.”
“I-I am fine.” Zelda tried to remain steady, even if there were some tears in her eyes. “Are the doors here shorter than in the Castle?”
“Well, yes, but also, um…” Purah walked close, and in that moment, Zelda realized she had to crane her neck up to look at the Princess. “You were slouched yesterday, so I didn’t notice, but you’re quite a bit taller too. If I had to guess, without the horns… You might be around… two hundred ten centimetres?”
She blinked a few times, then hunched, getting inches from Purah’s face. “T-T-T-Two hundred ten?! Surely you jest!” Link carried such a frame back, on his own?!
Purah leaned back. “It’s just a guess, Princess, but I feel it’s pretty accurate! Can you feel how far you’re bending? Might be more of a two hundred-twenty actually…”
Hearing that stutter in her voice, Zelda realized that Purah’s eyes were wide, and she was leaning back quite a bit… The Princess quickly stood upright again. Her long, fuzzy ears drooped, eyes shifting away. “Ah… I apologize for pushing this terrifying visage at you.” These eyes, these fangs, who would not be scared seeing her?
“Huh? Oh, I’m not scared of you. It was more that those eyes of yours have this… dizzying effect when I look into them from so close. You’re more scared of yourself than I am of you, I can guarantee that.”
Zelda shook her head. “That’s not- AH!”
She spun around, only to hear Purah wheeze and thump on the deck. Spinning again, her friend was holding her stomach.
“Ah… I-I am so, so sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it… Whew, that thing’s thick…”
A fat, white scaled tail protruded from Zelda’s lower back. It stuck out from her cloak, the top lined with golden fuzz and vicious spikes, some still sporting fragments of the bedsheets they tore into when she rolled over this morning. The tail was nearly as long as she was tall, wider than a leg half of the way down, winding and twitching.
Zelda pulled the collar of the cloak up to her nose, her clawed fingers clutching at it. Her inhuman eyes darted around, catching how many were staring at this encounter. Scientists and soldiers were all across this upper part of the wall, and even in the courtyard below, she noticed some Rito, Gerudo, and Zora eyes turned up to check out the new state of the Princess for the first time. Surely, word had spread overnight. “I… bumped it on the door and scared myself… Then I hurt you…”
Brushing herself off, Purah was back on her feet. “Pft, I’m a little insulted you’re underselling me! Hurt me? You just knocked me on my butt. Calm. Down.”
Hands slapped on her shoulders, making her tail swing, ears jerking up. “First, let’s find you something to wear. You look ragged in that cloak.”
Zelda thought that returning to the present would be an emotional, triumphant affair. Instead, she felt out of place yet again, towering over her people. Thankfully, she was eye-to-eye with the Gerudo she passed by, who raised their eyebrows as they openly appraised her. Having someone at her height felt better…
“My, I heard the Princess was big, but you’re pretty much normal now!” one of the Gerudo soldiers laughed as she passed by, shooting the draconic woman a grin. “You carry yourself very nicely~”
“I’ve never seen a Hylian so tall. She is soft,” another mused.
“Shut it, you two,” their commander snapped. “Apologies, Princess. Everyone has been in good spirits since Ganondorf’s defeat.”
“Ah, please, do not concern yourself over it. I’m pleased to see the mood so high.” She knew what they meant by ‘soft’. Even with the cloak, she was quite aware that her curves had scaled to a point that was… no less than excessive. Before, she considered her figure quite normal, if rounded around the hips. With this draconic boon, her hips were very… her chest was extremely…
She could feel its unrestrained bouncing as it bumped against her curled up wrists, like two giant pillows more suited for being at the top of a bedspread than affixed to her body!
Before she knew it, they were in the safety of Purah’s quarters. Zelda ducked to get through the door this time. She refused to make the same mistake twice.
“I was thinking of asking the Gerudo to borrow clothing, but even among the tallest of them, none are even close to those,” Purah said bluntly, pointing at Zelda’s chest. “I could wrap my arms around one of those and use it as a pillow-”
“I-I am aware, I was just along the same line of thought,” Zelda interrupted hastily. “It’s all very inelegant…”
“Oh please, elegance is whatever you make of it. Hyrule is already in a bizarre state, so don’t worry so much about the Princess being a, mm, hourglass shaped dragon. That just makes us unique right now.”
“I… suppose…” She was not fully convinced.
Purah tapped her chin, looking up and down the dragoness. “I’m more curious about what’s changed specifically. Can you drop the cloak?”
“Ah…” Zelda squirmed, tapping a claw on her collar. “I am unsure if you’ll like what you see…”
“Please~? I intend to inspect your new body from a purely professional standpoint!”
Breathing deeply, Zelda let the cloak fall. Her light underdress hid little. Purah could see her vicious, clawed fingers, her fingers long, the whole thing scaled from fingers to the elbow. Her feet were thankfully spared, allowing her the chance to wear human shoes.
Then there was… that.
Purah swallowed, first taking one of Zelda’s oversized hands. “These, er, these claws, I want you to let me know if what I’m doing hurts. We need to figure out if we can trim these, or if you’re one of those beings whose… You know, they’re too much a part of you.”
“Y-Yes…” They checked her wicked claws, and throughout the process, Purah’s voice steadied.
“Next, allow me to check your musculature…” She felt along Zelda’s arms, poking at her upper arms, her shoulders, around to her spine. “Is the scale of your chest making your back ache? That’s a real question.”
“Ah, n-no… If anything, I have felt significantly more limber since attaining this form.” She twisted her spine to show off, blushing as she made her chest bounce freely.
“Good. You’d be in serious trouble if these pillows gave you back issues. There’s not much we can do to reduce them.”
Was she ignoring the elephant trunk in the room?
Between the Princess’ legs, a long, tube-like shape was flawlessly outlined by her ill-fitting white gown, its golden head hanging out the bottom in the open air. Purah had looked right at it when she exposed herself, then went to her claws like nothing was seriously amiss.
When she squatted to feel Zelda’s plush thighs, head crushing in scale, the Princess really thought she was going to leave it completely unaddressed…
“Hips wider than your shoulders, huh? We got a Gerudo sized chair for your quarters, but even that might not be enough for hips like these, and they have wide hips. Each of your legs looks nearly as big as I am. I suppose it was needed to support everything else you’ve become. If anything, this new form is consistent.” She pushed a finger in. “Mostly soft, but if I dig down, I can feel some pretty hard muscle. If they’re as strong as your tail, we won’t have to worry about your next weight taking you out.”
“Please do not call it ‘new weight’!”
“Ha, sorry. And now!”
Purah pulled the gown up, exposing Zelda’s draconic cock. “Hm, no scales, but the skin has turned gold starting at this little ring near the base. Is that a sheath, but… one that isn’t actually holding it in? Maybe this body isn’t as perfectly designed as I thought.”
“Excuse me?!”
“The size is unnecessarily grand, as I doubt any creature within our range would need even close to this to ensure its genes pass on. Did you have a penis while you were a full dragon?”
“I-I-I do not recall my time as one, it was as if millenia passed in a formless blur. I th-thought you were ignoring this p-p…p…”
“Penis. You have one, it’s fine to say it. And why would I ignore it, it’s fascinating! I was just starting at the top~”
“Y-Y-You stammered when I unveiled it…”
“Of course, I didn’t expect it. I’m over that~” Purah wrapped her hand around the middle, giving the flesh a few squeezes. “About twenty six centimetres long while flaccid, and I’m just shy of closing my fingers around it. Pretty squishy. How does this feel?” She squeezed twice more!
Zelda hunched again, knees shuddering violently as an internal lightning surged through her every nerve. “It f-f-feels like plenty, please do not-!”
“Aw, but there’s so much more I can learn!” Purah was clearly pouting, even if she could not see it with her bust between them.
“I am not ready for this!”
“Fine… Now for the testes.” Leaving her penis alone, Zelda yelped when she felt something else lift! “Left looks to be the smaller of the two. I need two hands to lift it properly. Whew, this is heavy. Right looks to be roughly five percent larger-”
“Puraaah!”
“Yes, Princess?”
“I s-s-said I am not ready for… this…”
“I’m not touching your penis!”
Purah was forbidden from inspecting Zelda’s penis or testicles for the remainder of the inspection. They were ignored… until it came time to find her clothing, at which point they presented a new difficulty.
Gerudo wore pants. When she was given a white pair, Zelda’s incredibly thick thighs left them at their limits, and that was before she had to shove her new length down one of her legs. A ridiculous bulge ran two thirds the way to her knee, and the spheres wobbling at her crotch were jutting out horrifically. Not only that, but her tail made it nigh impossible to fully pull up at the back.
Snapping her fingers, Purah found a bedsheet bearing the royal symbols and wrapped it around Zelda’s hips. She tied it around the back, above and below the Princess’ tail so as to hide her jutting rear end, presenting a skirt that would for the time hide her shameful endowments. An oversized undershirt, its neckline opened and intended to be tied off by laces, was the best they could get with her colossal scale.
“I feel strange, but I am clothed. Thank you, Purah.”
“You can thank me with a smile that shows those pearly whites~” The scientist winked up at her. “Don’t worry about it. This is the least I could do with all you’ve been through. Get yourself something to eat, and remember that everyone is glad you’re okay.”
With clothing and reassurement, Zelda set out into the encampment. She paid rapt attention to the weight of her footfalls, constantly glancing back to make sure her long, swinging tail was not smashing into anything. Being over seven feet of dragoness was difficult! Her pants felt like they were in a constant state of falling down beneath her makeshift dress!
“Princess!” Her people would remark at her presence as she came by, though she noticed how their gazes lingered on her, flicking from her horns, to her eyes, to that uncontrollable tail. If only she knew what was going on in their heads. Like Purah, did they find this fascinating? Or did she seem to be a totally different person than they were used to?
“Ah!” In her thoughtlessness, she felt her tail impact something, and spun around just in time to see a lightpost severely tipping. Lunging, she caught it just before it fully toppled, the fragile lantern that topped it smacking off her cheek a few times.
Breathing deeply, Zelda used her new size to push it upright, only to realize that she destroyed one of the support legs. The post wouldn’t stand on its own, forcing her to remain there, holding it up. “May I have a hand?” she meekly asked, struggling to raise her voice.
“Hail, Princess Zelda, lightbringer of Hyrule.” Buliara of all people was approaching her in such a precarious position!
She could feel how her long ears flicked around nervously. What an embarrassing place to be found by someone she actually knew! “Good morning, Buliara.”
The Gerudo captain used a single hand to right the post, and the other to grab Zelda around the bicep, testing the hardness of her arm. “Let me handle this. You may be our size, but you’re still soft. I can do with a finger what it takes you two hands.”
“But I-”
“Your people want to see you proudly strut your victory, not hugging a post. Besides, your body is more salacious than you remember.”
As Zelda let go, slowly stepping back, she realized that the post had been lodged quite firmly between her pillows. Her cheeks burned red, tail fiercely lashing side to side.
At the very least, it was nice to be looking up to talk to someone, even if it was but barely.
“Thank you.”
“Think nothing of it.” Buliara used her free hand to signal for assistance, letting her effortlessly focus on supporting the post and speaking to the Princess. “When Lady Riju returns, she will wish to see you. The Hero took her and the other Sages to do one final cleansing of Ganondorf’s lair, to ensure nothing foul remained.”
“B-But of course! I will spend any time with her that she seeks. Please do so, as soon as you see her.”
They spoke for a short time longer, until assistance came to secure the post Zelda dislodged. At that point, she felt embarrassed to linger on the scene she’d created, and with her tail waggling around behind her anxiously, she departed to continue surveying the landing.
So many Hylians, Rito, Zora, Gorons, and Gerudo all came together to help. On the one hand, it was a beautiful display of the unity between the people of the land. On the other hand, it meant all people would know of her condition promptly. It was difficult making eye contact with any of the researchers or scouts she spoke with while she felt like her pants were hanging half down her butt, and more than once her tail bumped something to startle them all, but the day ended without much further issue.
Zelda’s first full day as Hyrule’s dragoness went with only a few incidents.
Everything changed at night.
After sunset, Zelda was determined to read all journals offered detailing the events she missed. Placing them upon her desk, the Princess took a few embarrassing tries to snake her willful tail through the hole in the back of the chair so she could sit against it, and then spent hours researching what had changed in her homeland, pretending that didn’t happen.
“Ah, no!” Wincing as her claws tore a page, Zelda leaned back, holding the pointed nails away from the paper. “I have to learn how to turn a simple page anew…” she bemoaned, tapping the claws together.
She was extra careful, but that constant care was mentally exhausting. Prior to this, she could have read these journals all night, but by ten, she had to close the most recent book and put that on hold.
The day was exhausting!
Her claws, at the very least, were a problem that could be solved. Purah was yet unsure if these nails could be trimmed or not, but in the meantime, she could surely have some sort of resilient gloves made…
Or corks…
The chair creaked as she leaned back. Holding her hands up, she wiggled her fingers, more closely inspecting her claws. They were like nails, but thick in all directions, not just wide and thin, taking up most of her fingertips. She rubbed them together, tapping them to make little sounds, and then, on a whim, prodded her squishy chest. She watched it deform the surface the deeper that she pushed, and when she pulled the finger back quickly, the whole thing jostled, springing back into its previous shape.
Her body was inhuman. Yet, compared to the lashing tail, the arching horns, or even the strange phallus between her legs, something like her broad thighs, wide hips, or jutting chest were not as unfamiliar as it could have been. Those were horrific features which still filled her with uncertainty, but a large chest was comparatively mundane.
Maybe it was just the late night air laxing her worries, but curiosity was blooming quickly.
Caressing her breasts gently, Zelda let out a sigh as her monstrous claws stroked the softness, her scaled fingertips trying to keep the points away. She could only grab them so hard, or else those knives would tear her shirt to shreds! Carefully, she traced the curvature, noting how they jutted out far enough that she could see nothing below while standing, how they descended towards her bellybutton at rest, and how round a shape they retained, skin tight and smooth - like a pair of watermelon sized spheres. After a few minutes of tender exploration, she noticed how her nipples were sticking up, outlined by the clothing and feeling oddly sensitive.
Blinking, tilting her head, Zelda poked her nipple.
“Aah!”
It sent a jolt through her body!
Hunching over the desk, her chest slammed down atop the surface, spreading out far and wide. If there was one thing Zelda was, it was curious, so nothing could stop her from poking her nipples again, fangs digging into her lip as she tried not to make that weird noise a second time.
Was this another effect of her transformations? Poking these nipples was like getting struck by lightning, but the lightning somehow felt good instead of painful! She poked, she pinched, shivering head to tail as thumb and forefinger ended up squeezing the nubs between them, rubbing circles upon the most sensitive things she’d ever felt. Nothing felt right, but everything felt good.
Thump.
“A-Ah?”
Thump. Thump.
The desk was rocking…
Leaning back, Zelda gasped at the strange dragging of something just as sensitive as her nipples along the underside. There was this immense, pounding tightness upon her lap, like another tail she was flexing-
Sliding the chair back, she was alerted to the curving tent raising her dress, her leggings stretched to the point that they were starting to tear! Fumbling to push them down before they were ruined, she gasped as her penis flung itself up high, wobbling as she flexed it against her own will, getting harder, taller, wider!
“W-Wait, wait, wait!”
This was bad. It was really bad. She was changing again!
She needed to find Purah!
Consumed by panic, Zelda grabbed her cloak and rushed for the door. She hugged the lurching tent with an arm, pulling it against her belly while using her other hand to keep her cloak shut, veiling the reason for her haste from the nighttime watch. Shuffling across the wall, trying and failing to keep her head low, she could only knock rapidly upon the Shiekah’s door until finally she was answered.
“Princess?”
Purah stood in her nightgown, a white, sheer dress wrapped around her form. Zelda found her eyes lingering upon its lack of coverage far more than she should have, tongue tied as she took in the hint of her ample cleavage, the see through sides exposing the slimness of her waist, the width of the woman’s hips. More than before, she took note of Purah’s so very plump lips, their subtle, natural shine-
“Zelda, hello?”
“Ah! Um… I-I am changing again…!”
Purah’s eyes widened. “Inside, quickly.”
Scrambling through the door, yelping as she knocked her horns on the frame again, Zelda had no time to complain. As soon as it was shut behind her, she dropped the cloak and spun around, facing the Hylian and presenting her ongoing change.
Staring, Purah could only look at the enormous, jutting tent as it pointed right at her face, lurching, swelling taller, demanding attention.
“Huh!”
“Huh? Is that a good huh or a bad huh? I do not know how to stop it!”
“Huh.”
“Please say more than that!”
Purah’s eyes flicked across Zelda, from her lurching tent to her obviously rock hard nipples, the heated breath, the flushed cheeks…
She nodded knowingly. “It’ll stop itself in a moment.”
“H-H-How are you so sure?”
“This right here is a pretty predictable machine.”
Purah flipped the skirt up, exposing Zelda’s endowment to the open air.
Golden from tip to that reddened ring of a sheath at the base, the skin was more shiny than the normal, human penis. Veins bulged out along the sides, each thicker than Purah’s fingers, visibly tensing as blood flowed through the golden giant. The head was no longer human in shape, its tip slightly pointed, looking more like a cone than a mushroom. Around the bottom of the head, dozens of nubs had grown, angled downwards, like soft catchers that were determined to prevent it from being withdrawn. Humming, Purah poked one, feeling it give. “Though for a predictable machine, it has a few unpredictable measures. Not like a spike, good, these are just, mmm… incentive to stay inside.”
“Inside? Inside wh-wh-wh-whaaaat?” Zelda tried to speak, but Purah flicking one of her penis nubs made her shake, the giant log jutting up higher still.
“They’re sensitive, too…”
She poked, she flicked, tapping along the draconic penis’ bumps. Zelda wanted to tell her to stop, like she had before, but her tongue was tied, her jaw hanging slack, vision blurring as tears of overstimulation dripped down her cheeks. Through the haze, she could easily make out that her penis had grown to near as long as Purah’s arm from wrist to shoulder, and thicker too! The skin felt so tense around it that it hurt as much as it felt good, the pressure incomparable.
“Ah… Ah…”
“Don’t feel afraid, Princess. What you’re feeling right now is natural~”
Purah wrapped a hand around the middle, unable to come close to closing her fingers. Keeping the lurching length stable, she kept using her fingers to flick circles around the edge of her head, more curious about her many nubs than anything else.
“Naaah?” Zelda mumbled, unable to get her tongue to work. She felt it flop out through her fangs, drooping lower, and lower. Sliding down her chin, her neck, the tip dangled just above the Princess’ cleavage, revealing to them both just how lengthy her mouth-limb was.
“Wow, everything about you is bigger than I thought…” Purah’s nostrils flared as she breathed in, continuing to work the jutting mast that was throbbing in her face. “This is… amazing! While I’m no expert on the topic, I have no doubts that you have the biggest penis of any humanoid in Hyrule!”
Was that something to be proud of?!
“Ngggh…”
Zelda let out a shuddering moan. Those few fingers working around her cock were both overstimulating, and… not enough! The pressure within was growing, but coming nowhere close to the surface. Purah’s prodding was curious, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she touched across the draconic limb. She kept Zelda on a high, but much like before, the enchanted girl had no idea if this was actually helping her.
“P…”
All attempts at speech were messy, drool oozing down her tongue and splashing into her cleavage uncontrollably. Clawed hands shakily returned to her nipples, pinching them through her shirt, weakly rolling the points as her friend focused upon her length.
“Pleashe…”
A bead of strange fluid rose from the tip of her penis, shining lightly in the dim chamber.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve got you~”
Did she?
The pressure was building, but something inside of her knew that this was not going to save her. Pleasure was getting overwritten by the obscenely tense pain, her sack feeling like it was overstuffed, rumbling unsettlingly. A shiver rocked her immense, ample form, breasts rippling, cheeks audibly clapping against each other, tail raising and smashing hard onto the floor, knocking over everything standing precariously in the area.
It hurt…
Purah was too slow!
Her smooth hands were working so little of Zelda’s cock…
Eyes locked onto the way Purah’s body moved, her wide hips doing little sways as she stroked side to side, her perky chest jiggling subtly under her dress.
Before she knew it, a hand left her breast to take one of Purah’s, squeezing harshly.
“Oh! Prin-” Purah looked up, and in that moment, she realized her mistakes had gone too far.
Tears streaked Zelda’s cheeks, and yet, her pupils were large, inhuman eyes locked without blinking onto Purah’s entire being. Harsh gasps blasted through her fangs, saliva splattering across the scientist’s face. A clawed hand ripped her dress open, exposing her skin, then dove back in to take a handful, pushing at the same time.
Purah was slammed against the wall, a giant cock shoved up her torn shirt, pressing from her belly up to her chin. The head throbbed violently against her cheek, its demands obvious.
“Calm down, Princess-”
Zelda drew her hips back, and then slammed forward, dragging her shaft along Purah’s body. Moaning so loudly, she threw her head back, shoving her chest so that it crashed around the Sheikah’s head, smothering her, ensuring that she was fully trapped within a soft, inescapable prison.
This felt so, so much better!
Her entire length was in bliss as it rubbed all over Purah, bullying her breasts apart so it could slide between the perky mounds, her glasses no doubt knocked completely off somewhere in there as her head crashed up beneath Zelda’s own breast to mash on her full lips.
The wall creaked from the weight of Zelda’s body, the entire form bucking against her entrapped friend.
Wood groaned, overworked by the pressure crashing upon it.
Purah let out muffled cries, her legs kicking uselessly in the air. Breasts were all she knew, her hands clutching at them to no avail, as her whole body was used to stimulate the underside of Zelda’s hefty shaft. Precum oozed out the tip as she flung her hips around, spurting on her stomach, upon her perky breasts, and smeared all over her skin by the raging dragon cock. Her chest was large enough to wrap around Zelda’s shaft naturally, shaped into the right position by her torn yet still present gown, forcing a beautifully soft, hands-free titjob.
Zelda moaned, her fanged mouth hanging wide, tongue hanging low enough to caress the top of the white head of hair barely poking out of her cleavage. Licking Purah, lips quivering, every slam of her hips sent a bounce through her bosom, sending waves across the tumultuous royal seas.
She was lost in pleasure. This was the single greatest feeling she had ever experienced. Bliss pumped through her veins, logic was gone, and the stress of the last days felt like it was about to be expelled from her body. All tension was gathering in one place, a knot within her loins, and the pressure to unleash it was building.
They were soaked in her pre. It drenched through Purah and Zelda’s clothes, coating the closed space between them.
Just a little more…
More…
More!
Zelda’s vision blurred as her every muscle clenched, a girlish roar vibrating up her throat. Her whole weight pushed on Purah and held, and along with that monstrous shout, she came.
Relief pumped, and pumped, and pumped. It was like she was trying to drown the entrapped woman, blasting her in the face with waves of spunk. Her tail lashed, smashing something unimportant behind her, the dragoness’ body remaining tense until she felt the flow starting to dissipate.
Zelda took a single step back, but despite no longer sandwiching Purah, she came with her, stuck to her breasts. Slowly, she watched the white haired woman peel off by gravity, thick ropes of semen connecting them. Like prying two glued objects apart, it was loud, sticky, and messy.
Purah thumped onto the floor, drenched in cum, eyes rolled back, legs twitching. Her great, round chest heaved with every deep breath for air, thrust towards the ceiling. Zelda realized that she too was soaked in white from the nipples down, an oozing flow dripping onto the floor at her feet. The white was slightly luminous too, like her nature as the light dragon extended to such fluids too.
“Ah… Um…”
With her libido calmed, she covered her mouth, realizing what she’d done. “P-Purah, I am… I’m so-”
“Don’t,” Purah groaned, holding up a finger. “Don’t apologize… I learned… a lot.”
Swallowing, Zelda suddenly yelped when her softening cock let out one final gush, splattering her luminous seed on the floor. Hunching a little, curling her hands to her chest protectively, only to squeak as she touched all the squishiness of her clothing soaking the fluids in.
“That is good! I do feel a lot… better, I just did not want to say it if you were distressed, but I feel really, really good right now!” Her heart pounded, chest heaving with every breath. She just vented oh so much stress and was tingling, even to the tips of her horns. Seeing Purah look so wiped out sent an unfamiliar pride through her body, and she could not help but stay there, lingering over Purah’s state of exhaustion. She did that to her friend~
Her tail swayed cheerfully, sweeping across the broken shards of-
“Ah!”
That’s what she hit. She broke a glass that had been full!
Zelda hastily abandoned her relishing to clean that up. She was not leaving Purah covered in cum and next to a pile of broken glass!
Unsure what to do with her seed soaked clothes, at Purah’s behest, she left her laundry there and again wrapped herself in her long cloak, naked beneath, to return to her room. She kept her head down, even though anyone with eyes could tell that it was their tall, horned Princess scurrying across the wall, thick tail dragging behind her. Holding a hand to her chest, she thought nonstop about what just happened.
For a time, it was like the dragon side of her took over. Logic was out the window, and she never even considered Purah a friend as much as a source of relief. However, she remained Princess Zelda.
The moment she stepped into her quarters, she held a hand to her heart and turned her gaze skywards. “I will not let that happen again!”
She had greater will than that!
Stumbling to her research bench, Purah looked from the heap of glowing laundry, then swiped a finger’s worth of Princess glowing dragon cum from her own chest, staring at it.
Where to even begin with this?