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Link was dead on his feet. He barely survived the Silent Realm this time. And all Phai had to say about it was something along the lines of “Next time, you have to be faster, Master.”
Thank you very much for that.
He leaned Fi against a tree, his remaining belongings beside her. He should take a bath soon, he decided. But not today. He needed sleep. Right now.
So he took off his green tunic, folded it, and placed it next to Phai. Then he walked a few steps around the tree and found a comfortable place to lie down with as few roots as possible.
Hylia, he needed sleep and preferably the whole next day. As soon as he lay down and rested his head on his forearms, he heard diamonds chiming. Link groaned. What did this blasting demon lord want now of all times? He was exhausted and moody – not a good company to be around.
“I am sleeping.” Link’s voice sounded gruff and he knew it.
“No, you are not, Skychild.” The clear voice rang through the woods.
The blond hero turned sullenly and only opened one of his eyes. From down here, Ghirahim looked a lot taller than he already was. Damn that blasted demon for being so tall. Or… damn the goddess, that he himself was not taller. He was the smallest of his male friends.
"What do you want? Can’t you see that you are disturbing me?" Link didn't raise his voice, but simply closed his eyes again and demonstratively continued to snuggle up in his forearms.
"I want you to use me."
Link’s eyes shut open. “Use you?” He sat up and looked warily at Ghirahim. Was he kidding? Should he use him? For what? As what? It didn't make any sense.
“I want to be your living fuck toy. Just this once.” With that, Ghirahim knelt in front of him and opened his cincture, exposing his erect cock. Link was quite astonished - he hadn't noticed that up to this point - Ghirahim was already completely aroused. He looked briefly into his face, not seeing a trace of excitement.
Clearly, Ghirahim was kidding him.
“If you want it so dearly, wait until the morning. I need to sleep.”
He closed his eyes again and was positive that Ghirahim would leave him. With slow breathings he drifted off to sleep. But his night’s rest wasn’t very restful. A lot of hot and dirty scenes flashed through his dreams. Soft kisses between him and Ghirahim. The demon Lord kneeling over him, treasuring each thrust inside his body. Himself mewling and moaning to the bubbling lust, drooling saliva on Ghirahim’s face, right inside his open mouth. Fucking him from behind against a tree or riding him. But all the time he heard their moans and weeps for more and harder in his ear. It left him horny as he woke up.
Grumpy, he rolled onto his back and stared at his morning wood. Hylia, he hated to masturbate. It did not feel right and it did nothing to him. If he had to describe it, then he would use the word: boring.
"You're well rested now, aren't you? So do it. Use me. You're already horny, best prerequisite." Startled, Link started and looked at Ghirahim palely. Was the demon lord still here? "What?" Ghirahim looked back blankly. "You told me to wait. So you're going to use me now?" Link let his gaze wander down to Ghirahim and watched as he caressed his own arousal. Had he stayed here all night?
"Of course I was here all night, Skychild. You make a great picture trying to fuck the ground beneath you." Link's head bled and he looked away. Ghirahim had no shame in saying anything. "But what can I say about that, Skychild. I always knew you were going to be a great fuck."
Link clawed his fingers into his light trousers. It's getting more and more embarrassing. How could he escape from this situation?
“Fuck off, Ghirahim.”
“Or you could just fuck on me.” Link stopped. Why did Ghirahim always have to have the last word? His fingers twitched, then clenched into fists. “Go away.” It was a ridiculous offer from Ghirahim.
“Skychild…”
“GO AWAY!” Link screamed, his fists shivered with anger. This was his enemy and he never thought about intercourse with him. This dream did not mean anything. And it won’t ever mean anything.
Link didn't know how he got himself in this situation. His breath hitched as he moved his body up and down, pleasuring himself. His hands are at his butt cheeks, holding them apart. Up and down in a steady rhythm. He had to be careful not to go too deep. His legs shivered.
But he was in this situation and Hylia, he enjoyed it.
It was a few hours ago that he entered an unknown cave. Yes, there were some Bokoblins and Lizalfoss and Treasure Chests but nothing else of importance. He searched the entire cave and finally found a sword stuck in the ground. It was a very beautiful sword, flawless scabbard and a very nicely made hilt.
Link threw his head in his neck and moaned loudly. Luckily no one could hear him in this cave on the surface. No one would disturb him.
"I want you to use me."
Ghirahim’s words rang in his mind. He shook his head violently to dismiss the thought. Link turned abruptly away from the sword. Why did this memory come to his mind right now? He didn't want to think about it.
But on the other hand, he looked back at the sword. Link had never shoved an object in his ass. Sure, he'd had sex with a girl or two, and one of them had been cheeky enough to stick her finger up his ass.
That had been an orgasm. If he thought about it...
Link looked down at himself. He felt heat in his cheeks as he saw the tenting of his tunic. He looked around uncertainly. He was sure he had killed every monster. Worrying his lip he grasped the fabric and palmed his cock. The rough material over his cock and the warmth of his hand sent a shiver down his spine. Slightly massaging movements and Link was sure he had to end his hard-on, now.
In no time he put down his items, the sword and his shield – his linen trousers followed shortly. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping it in steady motions. The friction was wonderful and he had to steady his footing against a wall. Link swallowed and took his hand away from his cock, put a finger in his mouth and wet it with saliva.
Anticipation spread in his stomach as he moved his hand south. Almost shyly he tapped his salivated finger against his anus. Link held his breath and made up his mind to put his finger in it. The sensation was nothing he ever felt.
Good.
A soft moan left his lips and his fingers moved back and forth, deeper in his ass. Link pressed a second finger into his hole. The muscles contracted, but he couldn't describe the feeling. He leaned further back, trying to have as much leeway as possible. The hand on the wall clawed more in to have enough support. His legs were shaking.
Hopefully he wouldn't fall to his knees, rushed through his mind - but on the other hand, that would definitely be more comfortable than sticking fingers up his ass while he was standing. Sighing, he pulled his fingers out and shifted his position. So he no longer had to support himself against the wall.
Link spat on his hand to lube it back up. His other hand, this time went to his aroused cock and stroked it a few times until he cupped it and pumped. Hot desire ran through his body and his hands started to shiver. A low breeze caught him off guard and goosebumps appeared on his arms. This hot and cold sensation…
Link moaned, lewdly pushed his fingers back and forth.
In and out.
His cock twitched.
His mind blanked and he pushed the whole finger inside. He jerked forward and had to hold himself on the wall – his cheek was pressed against the cold tiles. It was a pleasant feeling of hot and cold. Link jerked his finger into his hole and moaned.
“Uhm~” His breath hitched, this felt so good. Why didn’t he do it way earlier? With hasty movements he rubbed his cock up and down. His hand milked his cock more and more until his muscles around his finger inside his butthole spasmed.
It shocked him a bit and he stopped his ministrations; there was this feeling inside him, that anything was wrong. It was not enough, something inside him wanted something bigger than his fingers – he craved it. Link looked over his shoulder, the sword still sheathed in the ground, his ruby on the hilt gleaming in the soft light in the cave.
On shaky legs, Link crossed the distance to the one-handed sword and knelt down in front of the sword. His hands, as if with a life of their own, closed around the handle and moved up and down as if trying to erect a penis. Link leaned forward, wet his lips with saliva and closed his lips around the knob. He couldn't say that a dusty sword tasted delicious, but inserting the hilt dry was really out of the question for him.
More saliva pooled in his mouth, and he released the pommel only to spread the saliva all over the hilt with his tongue - all the way down to the crossguard. Nothing more would fit in his virgin ass anyway; he was sure of that.
This time he straightened up a bit and put the handle in his mouth. He had never considered giving a blow job, so it was a rather odd feeling; which he would have to get used to first - should he do it more often…
When he thought there was enough saliva as lubrication on the hilt, he stood up - his legs still felt very shaky, but Link was determined to do it now.
He nodded to himself encouragingly, then turned and positioned his abdomen over the sword so it should fit.
He took a short breath, grabbed his buttocks, pulled them apart, and lowered his abdomen onto the sword's pommel. Though his mouth was still on the hilt, the sword was cold and a tremor ran through his body. But this overpowering feeling of finally feeling something inside was stronger, so he bent his knees even more and the pommel was swallowed by his muscles.
The feeling that went through him was unique and all thoughts were blown away from his head. A pleasant sigh came from his lungs over his lips and Link put his head back. His body lowered further, sliding leisurely along the hilt through the saliva until his cheeks bumped against the crossguard.
The haft stuck completely in his greedy ass. Hylia! It was a breathtaking feeling, utterly embarrassing, that he had just taken up a sword just to fuck himself. His girth twitched and when he looked down he could see that he was already leaking. He swallowed hard and an urgency came over him.
Link spread his legs, looked for a little more stability with his feet and then got up a little, the handle left his body - only to then sink down again. A throaty sound escaped his lips and the hero narrowed his eyes.
Yes!
Almost mindlessly he began to move rhythmically up and down, up and down, up and down. His member bobbed in rhythm and more precum was leaking. If he had looked down, he would have seen a small puddle of his juice. Link opened his mouth and a trickle of saliva ran down the corners of his mouth. Its movements became spasmic but it continued to benefit. The hilt was no longer cold in his body but hot.
He loved how well the shaft felt inside him, filling him well and rubbing against his walls.
The only sounds that he could hear were his moans resounding from the cavern wall. And what naughty sounds he made. His breath hitched as he moved his body up and down, pleasuring himself. His hands were at his butt cheeks, holding them apart. Up and down in a steady rhythm. His legs shivered.
But he was in this situation and Hylia, he enjoyed it.
Just a bit more and he came with a choked cry.
His hand moved through his orgasm and he closed his eyes, mewling to the stimulation on his cock and the sword in his ass. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled himself off the sword on the ground and let go of his milked shaft.
Satisfaction welled up inside him and his body welcomed the chill of the cave. His heart was racing and shit was dripping off his forehead. This orgasm was better than anything he had experienced before.
“Well, well, well. Look at that, Skychild.”
The dark voice boomed in his ears – a shiver ran over his body and goosebumps formed on his arms. Dread filled him. If he had just felt ecstatic, he now realized what he had done and what he had let himself be tempted to do.
No sword in the world would be stuck in a dark cave without someone knowing about it – Link be sensible, there were no humans on the Surface.
“Thank you, for granting my wish, little Hero.”
Link didn't dare look up, but he heard diamonds chiming with which Ghirahim kept appearing and disappearing and he felt dirty, used even.