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He wasn’t prepared for just how cool and dewy the little Zora princess’s fingers were. The expression on her face matched in softness as she carded her round claws up the downy feathers along his chest. Revali swallowed and tried not to let the sensation prickle up a shiver through his body, for he didn’t want to be teased by the girls. He felt the weight of Urbosa’s lush, thick scarlet hair, scooped over her shoulder, as she leaned forward against his back and matched her own fingertips with Mipha’s, her bright blue nails contrasting with the sparkly gold of the Zora’s claws. Revali huffed and arched his neck where their digits sifted through his fingers, never expecting such a tall, powerful woman like Urbosa to be able to be so controlled with her hands.
“Oh my,” The Gerudo Chief purred against his cheek, lifting one hand to scritch the Rito under the beak, sending heat rushing to his cheeks and between his thighs.
“Who would have thought the unflappable and steely Rito Champion would be so easy to ruffle?”
In front of Revali, Mipha giggled and shifted herself closer to him. “It’s certainly a surprise to me,” she replied, her voice ever musical. “Usually Link is the only one who has that effect.”
“Now stop that!” Revali squawked, his brows furrowed in protest as he glared at Mipha, who returned the gesture with a playful wink. “How dare you both suggest such things? Nothing and no one can rattle me, especially not that pathetic knight!”
Infuriatingly, it was as though neither of the girls had heard him. “Urbosa, imagine if Link were here with us. Wouldn’t it be so fun to see how Revali fares with him between his legs, stirring him up?” Mipha mused, her head in her hands as she thought.
Revali felt a lump in his throat and he gently pressed his thighs together. It was one thing to hear the usually demure and modest Mipha talk in such a vulgar way, it was another to imagine the silent blond in her place, pressing up against him, shifting his thighs apart to slick those worn and rough fingers into his opening.
He whined and pushed against the Gerudo, who had snaked an arm around his waist to dip into the more sensitive and slightly sticky feathers that guarded his opening. It was as if she’d been able to read his mind. She planted a soft kiss against the side of his beak, leaving a forget-me-not lip print in place. He felt her hold on him tighten, and where the ends of his braids brushed against the back of his neck, they were matched with the soft and plump swell of her chest, as though to pillow the Rito. “Good boy,” Urbosa breathed into his ear, prompting Mipha to pull herself up and to cup Revali’s face in her hands, tilting it the other way to kiss the clean side of his bill. When she pulled away, there was a small, heart-shaped, scarlet print in place. Now he bore a kiss from both women.
“Don’t smudge those away, now.” Mipha purred. “This lip-paint was a gift from the Princess.” Revali smirked, narrowing his eyes. “I ought to busy my wings in another way then, correct?” He pulled out from Urbosa’s grip and wound his wings around the Zora, her small frame fitting so perfectly into his primaries. Her significantly cool skin was almost rubbery in texture, and soothed the heat that was singing his feathers from before. Mipha shivered as she pressed her hands to his chest, almost snuggling into him. “Vali, you’re so warm,” She whispered, her cooing so sweet that Revali couldn’t bring himself to chastise her for using his hated nickname. The princess nestled her face into his neck, kissing down the curve of his throat, leaving more scarlet rings as she moved. The Rito couldn’t help but chuckle. “This DOES wash out, doesn't it?”
“Never you mind.” Urbosa laughed, placing her hands on Mipha’s shoulders, atop Revali’s wings. “You’ve got a gorgeous little lady in your grasp, fusspot.” The Zora pulled back a little to wink at the Gerudo, who grinned. The Rito silently affirmed to himself that these two had definitely done the deed during the time they’d met and trained together. Urbosa took Revali’s primaries and guided them down the Zora’s long torso, stopping to rest them atop the curve of her hips. The Rito had always found her little skirt-like fins adorable, leaving something to the imagination and suiting her modest nature. As each feather drifted down her scales, sending shivers up Mipha’s spine, Revali noted the way they gently reflected her silver belt, a cool contrast to the heavily jewelled gold adornments of the Gerudo Chief.
Revali decided to be a little bolder, and he firmed his grasp on Mipha’s derriere, noting the way her flesh plumped in his hands. Mipha chirped and bit her lip, a soft blue blush blooming under her eyes. Over his shoulder, Urbosa chuckled. “You’re certainly more shy than the Mipha I know, babe.” Stung, Mipha scowled in protest.
“Please don’t embarrass me like that!”
“Oh don’t you worry, Urbosa.” Revali purred, rhythmically alternating his grip on Mipha’s ass. “I’m sure, as you’ll see, that I too can bring out the shark in her.” He leaned forward and softly nipped along the curve of her neck, lightly flicking his tongue, making Mipha squirm and giggle. Knowing that he couldn’t exactly “kiss” her, the Rito Champion chose to gift her the equivalent of a Rito kiss, nuzzling the side of her face with his beak and looking her in the eyes. He felt her fingertips gently touch his scarlet markings, and she hummed in thought. Revali pulled away, before his eyes started watering from the sensitivity. Instead, he distracted Mipha by cupping her face in his primaries, and softly ran his long, thin tongue around her lips. They opened and he slipped the tip of his tongue into her small mouth. Mipha let out a quiet sound and moved closer, touching his tongue with her own, so much smaller in comparison. As the Champion prodded his tongue against hers, Mipha felt the heat rise in her cheeks as saliva dripped ungraciously down her chin. She responded by grinding herself against his lap, and the softness of his feathers stoked the heat between her thighs.
Pulling away from him, Mipha panted and dared to look the Rito in the eye as she continued to grind against him. Flattered, Revali chuckled, rolling off a purr at the end. “Yes, you want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Mipha breathed, trembling when he scaled his large feathers along her skin, near the gills on her body. “And if you continue to play with me like that, Vali, I might just have to take over.”
The navy bird narrowed his eyes with an amused smirk. “I’d be curious to see that, Mipha. You’re always so soft and placid. Now’s your chance to prove me wrong.”
What he wasn’t expecting was for the Zora princess to throw a quick glance at Urbosa, who grabbed the Rito’s wings and spread them aside. He struggled against her, but her physical strength was almost Goron-like. A smaller, streamlined being such as himself had no hope of trying to wriggle away from her. This now left him completely exposed. “I’d save your strength, Revali.” The redhead laughed, her eyes fiery with delight. The Rito was very flustered, but his previous prude demeanour was long-gone. He was too caught up in the moment, and instead he decided to enjoy himself. After all, Urbosa and Mipha made him truly feel like he could let his arrogant façade down. He’d been vulnerable in front of them both individually, emotionally and physically. As well as being truly special friends of his, Revali trusted them both with every part of his being.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Mipha placed a hand on either of his thighs, gently parting them to be able to slip her smaller form between them. “I want to hear you sing, Vali.” She whispered with a coy grin, leaning down to nuzzle the thick, downy feathers between his legs. Revali held his breath and tried hard to keep his tail feathers under control, not wanting them to fan out and embarrass him, or put Mipha off. He watched as she inched closer and licked her plump lips, the heat of his sticky, waxy arousal alighting her senses with his pheromones. The Zora were particularly perceptive to the scent of sex, and the scents the Rito Champion were giving off were delicious. She used her thumbs to part through his feathers, revelling in the way that Revali’s breath hitched with each layer, until she came to an opening. Revali was shuddering as she breathed out warmly, and Mipha noted how swollen and sore his entrance looked. Did the Rito have heat cycles like the Zora? She decided to ask him later on, because she wasn’t entirely sure. She put it out of her mind for the time being, instead pressing her face close and letting her tongue flick out and slick up the thin downy line of his entrance. The Rito immediately stiffened and let out a rather undignified squawk, but she and Urbosa were surprised to see him not address it, instead continuing to whine, arching his back in the Gerudo’s grip. Mipha purred and dug her tongue in a little more, and as Revali squirmed and gritted his beak, she noted the muskiness of his flavour. If the Rito were anything like the Zora, his intimate areas were internal, akin to other types of bird.
Revali cracked an eye open to look down at the Zora, hissing as she laved his sore and swollen entrance with her tongue. Interestingly, her tongue was as cool as the rest of her, and he couldn’t help but notice how her saliva soothed and softened the burning he felt. Perhaps Mipha’s healing magic was present in her saliva too? He wasn’t sure how it worked, but whatever it was, he was very much enjoying it. He shuddered when she slipped her tongue in deeper and flattened her hands against his lower belly, fanning her fingers and running them through the fluffy white feathers. Urbosa planted more kisses along his throat, gently tickling him under his bill, and twisting his intricate plaits with her fingers. He found himself laying back against her broad shoulder, letting the pleasure bloom warmly in his body, spreading outwards and upwards. It radiated from the sweet kisses and soft licks Mipha gifted his sex, feeling as though he were sinking into a hot, blissful spring. His sounds had melted into an array of birdlike twitters, his moans seeping through them to voice his euphoria. No one had ever been as kind to him down there as the little Zora princess.
“Urbosa taught me this,” Mipha piped up breathlessly, sucking slowly on the thin folds and releasing them a second later. “Did she now?” Revali cocked an eyebrow and glanced over at Urbosa, whose eyes sparkled as she grinned. “You’re obviously a fantastic teacher then.”
“A genuine compliment, from Master Revali?” Urbosa tapped her heart, feigning shock. “It seems Mipha’s tongue is able to do more than sing.” She laughed as the Rito Champion playfully and lightly slapped her thigh. “Excuse me, but I’m who you should be paying attention to.” Mipha pulled away, and for the first time, Urbosa and Revali saw a scowl on her doll-like face, matched with an adorable pout. Urbosa felt her heart swoon at seeing her expression, and she ran the back of her hand down the Zora’s head-fin with a smile, knowing how it would cheer her up. “Please forgive us, darling.”
That was apparently good enough for Mipha, as her heartwarming smile returned a second later, and she returned her face between Revali’s thighs. “Lick him harder now, I think.” Urbosa purred, using her strength and leverage to widen them, the slight stretch making Revali pant and struggle. Revali’s eyes widened as Mipha grinned and nodded, sealing her red lips over his entrance and sucking harder. Her tongue sank deep into the Rito’s opening and lapped up the fluids he secreted, and the lip-paint she wore added an extra layer of slick. Revali wouldn’t admit it, but he was excited to see how much had been accidentally wiped off during Mipha’s tongue-fucking. With each suck of his folds and flick of her tongue, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to his climax. He wriggled and pressed his primaries against her forehead, pushing himself away from her. “N-Not yet, Mipha…” Revali choked, feeling a chill wash over him after the loss of heat and contact. Mipha blinked at him for a second, before smiling with understanding. She crawled up the bird’s lap and rested against his chest, winding her arms around his neck and planting more kisses against his beak. As he’d hoped, her lip-paint was garishly smeared around her chin, almost resembling blood in its colour. Revali and Urbosa, upon seeing it, couldn’t help but privately wonder if that’s how she looked after hunting and feeding, showing her true shark-like nature, and the thought sent heat racing between their legs. They’d seen a bit of Mipha’s feral side during her most vicious fights against Guardians and Lynels, but not much of it elsewhere.
“You look beautiful, my dear.” Urbosa whispered, taking Mipha by the chin and pulling her up, kissing her deeply. Mipha shivered and moaned into the kiss, loving how the Gerudo’s lips fitted against hers. It had been too long since she’d last been with Urbosa, and she made a mental note to spend more of her time outside of her royal duties to visit her. She felt Urbosa’s eyelashes flutter against her lids, and the gentle press of the tip of her nose against the bump of her own. And Urbosa was always so warm. Her arms came round to hold both Champions against her, and Revali and Mipha could feel her love pouring into them.
Pulling away after a minute, Urbosa licked at her own lips, marvelling at the blue smudges dappling the corners of Mipha’s mouth. She expected that likewise, she had some of what remained of Mipha’s own lip-paint dotting her own lips. Revali, having watched them both, almost felt envious. Of course, he was very proud of his Rito nature and the fact that he was such an attractive one at that, but he couldn’t help but wonder how it felt to have lips that could kiss. Urbosa noticed his sudden, slightly sad reaction, and she hummed, tilting his head to lay a dozen or so kisses along his beak. Revali chirped once again, and Mipha joined in. He adored the softness of the girls’ lips, how full they were, how much tenderness and love could be expressed in such an intimate gesture. Urbosa ran her tongue along the edge of his beak and parted it to briefly lick at his own. “There’s a good boy. You’re so beautiful, Revali.” Revali’s feathers fluffed up and he cleared his throat, looking away, though he couldn’t help smirking.
The Gerudo Chief shifted so that Revali was no longer laying against her, but instead she positioned him on one side of her lap, with Mipha on the other. She swept her long, thick, red hair down her back and reclined slightly, her eyes lidded as she bit her lip and looked at her fellow Champions. “I’ve been feeling somewhat left out, you two.” Urbosa arched her neck and exhaled with an enticing moan that sent a shiver down both Mipha and Revali’s spines. The Zora’s eyes lit up and she nodded, turning so that she straddled the Gerudo’s vast thigh. Moving along until she reached her hip, Mipha took Urbosa’s hand and kissed the back of it, admiring each and every ring that she bore, loving how those delicate, graceful fingers were capable of causing such devastation with a single snap. Perhaps it was her aquatic nature, but Mipha swore she could feel the electricity sizzling in the Gerudo’s pulse, as she kissed her way along her arm until she reached her collar bone. There, the Zora Champion closed her eyes and reached up to kiss her friend’s neck.
Revali had also got the message and had slipped a wing to curl around Urbosa’s waist, drifting down glossily to squeeze and grope one side of her ass. He adored the soft sound that she made as a result, and matching her eyes with his own emeralds, he dropped his other wing down between her thighs, with Mipha gently moving aside. She looked down to where Revali’s primaries touched the taller woman, and she gasped with delight when she saw Urbosa’s intimate flesh, gently sticky and
swollen. Mipha purred and wound her arms around Urbosa’s neck, kissing her deeply as she arched into it when a feather brushed over her hidden clit. “That skirt you wear should be declared illegal, Lady Urbosa.” Mipha whispered sweetly.
“Agreed.” Revali swooned, shivering when his primaries came away damp and slightly ruffled. “It’s almost impossible to focus on fighting you when you wear it.”
“Maybe, Vali, Lady Urbosa had it made specially.” Mipha cooed, looking down at the Rito with a playful grin, which he returned. “She is so very close with the Princess, after all.”
Revali’s eyes sparkled when he caught on to the Zora Champion’s meaning. “Yes, you’re right.” Turning to look up at Urbosa, who, to Revali’s surprise, was blushing deeply and almost straining to protest or bite back a moan as he pressed his fingers against her sticky opening again. “Is that the truth, Urbosa? You requested for the Princess to craft your skirt so that you could show off your delectable body in the midst of fighting?”
Urbosa’s eyes widened, but as always, she was unflappable. Instead, she ground herself against the Rito’s wing and bit her lip, one hand coming around to pull Mipha closer. “A lady can wear what she chooses, you remember. If you were so compelled in your lustful thoughts to look at me, that is no issue of mine.” She suddenly groaned as Mipha bit into the curve of her throat, lapping at the small spot of blood that pooled at the wound. Mipha hissed and licked her lips.
“Even your blood is electric.” She panted.
“You like it, do you?”
“Yes, very much so.”
Revali hadn’t really thought about it before, but Mipha seemed to have become somewhat… feverish. She had become particularly warm, even for a Zora, and her pupils had diluted so they now resembled the more feral eyes of her guards and even her little brother, despite how soft and round he was. Mipha seemed as though she was extra sensitive, and the taste of the Gerudo Champion’s blood on her tongue had ignited a fire. Was this the more animalistic nature coming out, as Revali had wondered before, or did blood just have that effect on her?
It certainly seemed to be the case, as the little Zora stretched to kiss Urbosa more deeply, and the Gerudo obliged before pulling away and pushing her down to come close to her bosom. Mipha eagerly touched one of the Gerudo’s breasts, loving how heavy and full it felt in her fingertips, before closing her ruby-red lips around its dark nipple and sucking softly. Urbosa whined and arched her back, causing Revali’s digits to sink in a little deeper. He decided to follow Mipha, and parted his beak to run his tongue around Urbosa’s other breast, leaving white-hot trails of saliva in its place. The Zora seemed to really enjoy herself as she lapped and licked and suckled her friend’s chest, her silver adornments clinking softly as she moved. Revali noticed how her spare hand was touching her own chest, as though lamenting the fact that she lacked the assets her friend had, similarly to how he’d been briefly remorseful over not being able to kiss like the two of them.
He directed his focus back to rhythmically pulse his primaries in and out of the soft and wet flesh between Urbosa’s legs. Her clit was swollen and her folds, like his own entrance, were slick and hot, though her sex was considerably more narrow than his. Revali lowered himself further and reached with his tongue to slither it down the curve of her inner thigh, before flicking it over the Gerudo’s sensitive clit. He suddenly felt a sharp tug of his braids and his eyes snapped open.
“Yes, Revali!”
The uncharacteristically high tone of Urbosa’s voice initially startled him, but the breathy laugh she let out and soft trembling of her body assured him that she was enjoying this. Mipha grinned and resumed sucking at Urbosa’s chest, softly squeezing the one that Revali was previously toying with. The Rito slid his tongue down further to mimic the treatment Mipha had given him earlier, this time lapping and curling it at Urbosa’s entrance.
“Oh Goddess, like that,” The Gerudo’s sounds were enchanting, and she sounded almost as though she was singing. She ground her hips down as she whimpered. “Please, don’t stop, please…”
Mipha continued her treatment of her friend’s chest, alternating between kissing and sucking to gently biting and pinching her breasts, leaving lined marks and small purple bruises in her skin, licking up any spots of blood that bubbled through, purring as the Gerudo clutched the back of her head. “Please sing for us, Lady Urbosa, we want to hear your voice.”
It was sudden and intense, the way the Gerudo Champion hit her climax. Her voice became loud and guttural as she cursed and shuddered, jolting so hard Mipha almost fell off her hip, and her fingers knotted themselves in Revali’s plaits as her cunt throbbed and spasmed around his tongue. Urbosa bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed, marring her blue lip-paint, and beads of sweat ran down her angular face. After a few seconds, she began to descend from her euphoric high, and lay back against the vast pillows propping her up. She clutched Mipha in one arm and used her size to scoop up Revali, bringing both to lay against her marked and bitten chest. The soft feathers felt like a weighted, comforting blanket, and she snuggled into the Rito’s neck. “Thank you, both of you.” She whispered, her voice soft and drowsy.
“You’re not falling asleep on us already are you, Urbosa?” Revali asked with a smirk, one of his brows furrowed. He was met with a soft tap on the shoulder from the Gerudo, who had lifted her head to look at him. “You two really wore me out, what can I say?” She replied. “But that’s okay. Now I can watch you two fuck, and enjoy myself.” At the vulgar statement, Mipha blushed deeply. She’d never actually slept with the Rito Champion before, but at the same time, she was excited. Revali was always so soft and kind to her, and she was sure that he may continue to be. Maybe, as when she was pleasuring him before, she’d be able to take the reins.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t complain at that.” Revali lulled, his voice rolling off into a soft purr at the end of his sentence. He reached over and took Mipha into his wing, sliding her off the Gerudo’s hip and settling her between his legs. Her breath hitched when she felt the fluffy pressure of Revali’s feathers between her thighs, an area which had been neglected so far. She parted her legs to allow the Rito to see her arousal, a modest slit which was leaking her fluids, though they were more gelatinous than Urbosa and Revali’s, most likely for conceiving in the water. Mipha keened with a smile when Revali fondled her rear again and his beak nipped at her shoulder, his tongue trailing down to her gills which fluttered with each unsteady exhale. She arched her back and through doing so ground herself into the Rito, who responded with a low moan. Her gold claws gently scratched at his narrow shoulder-blades and she took a deep breath, meeting Revali’s neon gaze as she slotted her arousal against his.
Revali’s head dropped to the side and he swallowed when his own opening connected with the Zora’s, and he moved to hold her closer. Her cool, smooth skin felt so sweet and right against his feathers and the friction it created when Mipha began to grind against him was enough to nearly make him sing. The two became lost in one another as Revali shifted to lay back, not against Urbosa, but against his side of the ornamental recliner, Mipha balanced atop him as she held aside his thighs to lock one leg around his waist, deepening the friction. He whined as her gel-like fluids dripped down to the roots of his feathers, igniting warmth which spread through his abdomen, and she shivered as his feathers touched her clit. Tightening her grip, Mipha lifted a hand to grasp the back of Revali’s head and hold him still, this time rutting a little more firmly against the Champion.
Mipha panted and cursed quietly, and hearing her do so felt wrong and sinful, but the Rito couldn’t tear his eyes away from the lovely lady who was fucking him hard. Their combined fluids smeared between the Zora’s ivory inner thighs and dripped lewdly down the Rito’s proud tailfeathers. Leaning forward, Mipha locked her tongue with Revali’s, and the heat that came from their mouths heightened their frenzy. No words needed to be said between them, they both thought, they just couldn’t take their eyes off each other. Mipha, in her elegant yet strong stature, doll-like and adorable, looking just magical with her silver crescent-shaped circlet. Revali, the very pride of the Rito, his feathers so glossily preened and cared for, his wings representative of his unique skill just in appearance alone, with a tongue so sharp and witty that it could cut diamond, his eyes so alive and full of fire.
And then there was Urbosa, who was clearly enjoying the view, as her two friends tangled with each other before her eyes. Truly queenlike, she was a marvel to behold, graceful and powerful to everyone who laid eyes on her, her cascading scarlet locks mane-like, a smile never far away from her sapphire lips. No wonder the Gerudo regarded her so highly, she was a statuesque stunner in every sense of the term.
“Goddess, both of you-,” Revali choked out, his hands tightening on Mipha’s thighs, pulling her down harder against him. Yes, he was close, though he was too proud to say it out loud. Mipha confirmed her understanding though, when she nodded and her head fell back, gyrating as hard as she could before her lips fell open wordlessly. Her orgasm washed over her like the warmest and most soothing pool in the Domain, and her chest heaved as she drew in ragged breaths, biting her lip. Revali came shortly afterwards, groaning throatily into the Zora’s neck, clutching her close as his feathers fluffed up and he bucked into her. Their sexes throbbed and pulsed, overstimulated, but very much satisfied.
Collapsing onto his side and taking Mipha with her, Revali tried to catch his breath, hugging the Zora close. He nuzzled the top of her head, chuckling when she looked up at him, her large eyes wide and happy. “Never would have guessed such a graceful and modest Zora could fuck like that. And yet, you never break character.”
“Pardon?” Mipha tilted her head, confused.
“You’re always so quiet, even when you’re having an orgasm.” Urbosa piped up, guessing Revali’s meaning.
“Ah.” Mipha looked down and giggled, suddenly bashful. “Well, we don’t have individual rooms like Rito Village and the town in Gerudo Desert, so there’s not much privacy. You learn to be discreet about things like this.”
“There was nothing discreet about what you just did to me, Mipha.” Revali laughed at the Zora’s flustered expression. “You’re always so modest, I don’t get it.”
“That’s because not everyone is a flamboyant show-off like you, Vali.” Urbosa teased. The Rito scowled at her.
“Don’t you start that too.”
“Oh lighten up, bird-boy.” Urbosa laughed as she leaned forward to grasp the two of them, pulling them atop her as she reclined once again into the cushions. Mipha chirped and happily snuggled up to the Gerudo, basking in her warmth. “Urbosa, you’re always so phenomenal.” She whispered. Urbosa kissed the top of her head and grinned at Revali, who had reluctantly calmed down his feathers to lay against the tall woman, gently stroking her abdomen with his wing, before reaching over to drape it around Mipha, holding the three of them together.
“You two are ridiculous.” He mumbled. But Mipha and Urbosa both sensed the hint of adoration and love in his voice.
The three Champions basked in the warm sunlight streaming through Urbosa’s chamber windows for the remainder of the afternoon, alternating between dozing and talking quietly. They each knew that they had an uncertain and dangerous trial awaiting them. It pained them each to know that the outcome of the battle against Calamity Ganon depended purely on whether luck was on their side. They each silently and secretly prayed to Hylia that she’d give them the opportunity to spend more time together once it was all over.