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Link walks along the walls of Gerudo town, trying to find his way after grabbing some drinks at the Noble Canteen. He wavers with every step, his sense of balance thrown off by the sheer amount of alcohol running through his veins. His vision swims, and eventually, after getting quite a ways away from the bar, finds himself stopping and holding onto the wall to keep himself upright.
He"s so dizzy, yet he still feels so good. Giddy, even. In his state he doesn"t notice a figure bigger than him approaching from behind.
"It"s you," the figure says. Link turns just enough to see them descend upon him.
Link is pushed against the wall fully, a warm body pressing against his backside. He gasps, and begins to squirm. It doesn"t do anything.
"You may have everyone else fooled, but not me. I know what you are."
Something clicks in Link"s brain. The voice is familiar. One of the guards at the entrance? Dorrah?
"You come around here, pretend to be a pretty little vai in that outfit... but you"re really a voe."
The gravity of the situation starts to dawn on Link. He"s been found out. Part of him isn"t surprised, thinks it was only a matter of time. The other part of him isn"t keen on being thrown out into the desert while drunk off his ass.
Link begins to squirm again, pushing back against the guard. That"s when he feels something solid press against his lower back. It"s with growing surprise that he realizes it"s her cock.
"Oh, don"t fight, little voe. I"m not going to throw you out. Not that it wouldn"t be easy, with you so... inebriated."
Link swallows thickly. The guard"s hips begin to move against him, rubbing the bulge of her cock against his ass. Link gives a loud gasp, hips stuttering as he subconsciously starts to measure the size of it.
It"s big.
"I just wanted to ask you a question."
Yeah, sure, Link thinks. Or would think, if he were sober. As it is, he can only think about the cock rubbing against him, and the familiar hum of arousal warming his stomach. He"s so dizzy. He should get away, but his cunt is pulsing.
"Why don"t you let me take care of you tonight?"
She moves her strong hands to his waist, holding him still as she openly grinds against him. Link tries to move, but is stopped by her firm grip. He whimpers. He can feel slick gushing out of him, his pussy quivering. It’s messed up, but he"s so turned on.
Dorrah repeats her question, this time in Link"s ear. He groans, hips pressing back to meet hers. She presses forward harshly, fingernails digging into his skin.
"Is that a yes?"
Link nods.
"Good boy."
Link"s pants hit the ground mere seconds later. He doesn"t know how she moves so fast, or maybe he"s just too drunk to follow her movements. He leans into the wall, eyes closed, waiting. He flinches when he feels fingers at his cunt, rubbing through his slick.
"You"re so wet. You like this sort of thing." The guard presses two fingers into his hole suddenly, making the hylian"s back arch. She presses him harshly against the wall. "You"re a dirty little voe, aren"t you?"
Link opens his mouth and all that comes out is a moan, his voice low and desperate. Her fingers are long and insistent, and they curl against his insides in a way that has Link trembling. Before long she"s fucking him hard on her fingers, pressing in deeply and coaxing delicious little sounds out of Link.
"Oh, are you getting close, little voe? Already?"
He"s too drunk to attempt to argue, too gone with pleasure to think about anything else. Link comes hard, a hand pressing against the guard"s forearm as she pistons her fingers in and out of him. She doesn"t stop until he"s whining, hips twitching away from her hand in a fit of overstimulation.
Dorrah pulls out her fingers, then leans down to reposition Link"s legs wider. Link moves easily under her instruction, hands against the wall, ass pushed out. She rubs her cock against his well exposed cunt, the head rubbing insistently against Link"s clit. He moans, impatiently presses his hips backwards against her. Dorrah chuckles, dragging the length of her cock against him again before stopping at his hole.
She pushes in without a word of warning, several inches all at once. Link"s body jerks forward, his fingers clenching against stone as he tries to adjust to the intrusion. No amount of guessing could have prepared him for just how thick her cock is, splitting him wide open. He lets out a low whine as she presses in more, her hands on his waist as she none so carefully buries herself in his wet cunt.
"Shhh... quiet my little voe. Don"t you want me to take care of you?"
She presses forward, sliding more and more of herself in until her hips are flush against his ass. All of her long, thick length is inside. Link starts to shiver, his hips twitching as his body processes it all. The tip pushes hard against his cervix. He whimpers.
"Good little voe. Ready, now."
She pulls out, inch by slow inch, until only a few inches remain inside. Then she thrusts forward, slamming the head of her cock against his cervix. Link just about screams, until one of her hands comes up to cover his mouth.
"Quiet." Dorrah starts at a medium pace, pulling out nearly all the way with every thrust. Link can feel every inch of her cock pressing in at his soft walls. He whines against her fingers.
"You just can"t help it, can you?" Dorrah grips his waist with her other hand, holding him firmly as she slams into his body. "How long has it been since you"ve had a good cock in you?"
Too long, is all Link can think. His hips press back at every thrust, and he can hear loud slap of skin against skin, her balls hitting his ass. In the silence of the night he even hears the wet squelch of her cock pressing into his wet heat. It’s obscene. It’s got Link all hot and bothered.
Dorrah continues to fuck him, alternating her strokes; when she’s fast she’s taking long, full thrusts, making Link feel very inch of her. But when she’s slow she’s also in deep, grinding her hips against his, the tip of her cock massaging his cervix. The constant switching up has Link’s mind in a tizzy— once he thinks he’s gotten used to her pattern she switches pace, throwing a different sensation at him. Feels amazing, though. He truly hasn’t had good dick in so long.
“You feel wonderful, little voe.” Dorrah lets one of her hands slip down Link’s body to land on his ass, grabbing a nice handful of it. Link squeaks. “Such a tight little body… what a lucky night for me.”
Link whimpers. His face is pressed against the wall in front of him, drool sticking to his cheek and jaw. His pussy is spasming, clenching and unclenching constantly over Dorrah’s dick. He’s close now, so close, pleasure crawling up his skin. He throws his ass back desperately, chasing the stimulation, crying out when it finally becomes too much— an orgasm crashes over him like a large, shuddering wave, so strong that he moans out a choked, garbled sound.
Dorrah gives a low growl in response, both her hands settled on Link’s ass as she starts to pick up speed. “Fuck, so tight… your pussy feels like warm velvet…” Dorrah’s hips move faster with each passing moment. The soft pull of Link’s insides has her mad with desire, unable to help how harshly she fucks him.
Link, for his part, transitions into weak little whimpers and whines. Dorrah’s rough pounding is too much for his body after such a hard orgasm. His nerves are alight, his limbs weak and his skin trembling. He jolts forward as if trying to run away, but Dorrah’s solid grip means he’s not going anywhere. He’s forced to take the sensations, forced to let his body be the perfect hole to abuse.
“Are you ready, little voe?” Dorrah groans after a while, desperate. “Are you ready to take what I have for you?”
Link nods enthusiastically, fingernails scratching down the wall in front. He’s trembling from head to toe, but part of him still wants it, wants to feel every inch of Dorrah’s cock. Dorrah’s hips stutter forward into Link’s two, three more times before she throws her head back and moans, a filthy sound. Link himself gives a loud cry, his desperate scratching increasing as he feels another orgasm sneaking up on him. Dorrah grinds her cock into him, the tip right against his cervix, and lets loose all of her hot seed, pushing into his womb.
He can feel it all. Link comes so much harder than before, his overstimulated nerves making him shake and whimper and whine. Dorrah holds him through it, moving her hips imperceptibly as she still lets out spurt after spurt of cum. For the next few moments the two of them stand there, letting the vestiges of pleasure work through their bodies.
Dorrah’s the first to move. Link’s knees nearly give out as soon as she pulls away, causing him to kneel to the ground, braced against the wall. He feels cum dripping down his thighs, getting all over the pants still bundled at his ankles. Dorrah gives a hearty chuckle.
“Seems you’ve enjoyed our little time together.”
She helps Link to his feet— he’s shaky, wobbly, but he does stand. When Link’s got his pants back on he looks to the guard with slight trepidation. She laughs again.
“Oh, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. So long as you’re willing to have more fun later?”
Link blinks. Then he smiles, nodding. Dorrah eventually leads Link to the inn, where the still drunk hero manages to rent a room. He passes out immediately, feeling full and satisfied. His disguise lives to see another day.