Zelda: The Misadventures of Link

Mol 10: Small Courtesan, Big Kink

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This document contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting (mostly) individuals. If this bothers you, you probably shouldn't be viewing whatever website you found this at.... ^_-

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Retcon. From the Wikipedia article: "Retroactive continuity or retcon is the deliberate changing of previously established facts in a work of serial fiction."

I had to go back and change one scene in chapter five in order to make the 2nd half of this one make sense. It's copied here, for your amusement. Not that I'm interested in taking this thing too seriously.. it is, after all, just cheap (ok, free) smut based on a videogame... ^_-

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As Epona halted in front of Anju's cucco pen, the woman came running up. Malon fell into the woman's arms as the two embraced. Link's eyes bulged as the two women shared a long, deep kiss.

"Um..." he said, scratching his head. He felt awkward.

Malon pulled away from Anju, remembering Link. "Anju, this is Link."

Anju smiled and extended her hand to the Hero as he dismounted. She blushed as Link took her hand and kissed it. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, somewhat surprised. "But I think we already know one another," she said, glancing at Malon. "Link used to help me round up the cuccos, back before he disappeared." She looked at Link with a puzzled expression, but he didn't seem to follow her.

/He was gone a long time... maybe he doesn't remember?/

"No matter," she continued, placing one arm around Link's waist and the other around Malon's. "I think we're going to have a delightful evening."
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So, here's chapter 10:

Saria and her pony stood on the broken bridge to the Gerudo valley. The scientist of lake Hylia had told her to bring him a lock of hair from a Gerudo warrior, and for that, she had to cross the gorge. However, the construction workers were slow, fat, and lazy, and she suspected the project would never be finished. There was nothing for it: she had to jump.

She backed her steed as far as she could, and took a galloping start. The pony resisted, but the rider held firm, spurring the beast onwards and holding its course straight. They leapt.

For a brief moment, Saria was aware that she was hanging in the air, high above the river deep in the gorge. Then the ground came up, and they fell. The pony landed solidly, if ungracefully, but Saria lost her grip on the reins and went flying, head over heels, into the side of one of the construction tents, which promptly collapsed. She attempted to stand up, but was caught in the tent canvas, and before she could escape, the last pole of the tent collapsed, dealing a hammer blow to her head. She saw no more.

"Oi!"

"Oi, green!"

Her eyes fluttered open, and her cheek stung. Someone had just slapped her.

"Looks like she's comin' round, boss," said a rough voice.

"Aye, she's comin round."

She blinked her eyes and the world slowly came back into focus. She was in a tent. There was a fire lit. Two large men were standing over her. She was on a bed of straw.

Saria sat up, clutching her head in her hands. /I must've hit my head.../ She looked up at the larger man. She thought she recognized him, but she wasn't sure.

"Name's Mutoh," he said, succinctly.

"Where... what happened?" she muttered.

"Now now, ye tried to jump the gorge, little green lady. Nasty bump teh yer head issall." He gestured for the other man to leave. "I'm head o this here construction, rebuildin' th' bridge. And where might you be goin teh?"

Saria blinked up at Mutoh. He was still towering over her. He smelled of sweat and sawdust. It wasn't unpleasant, just overwhelming.

"The Gerudo valley... I have business there," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Hmph," Muto scoffed, folding his arms. "Well, yeh stand a better chance goin in there than we do," he said. "Gerudos don't take kindly to outsiders, but they'll have none of us men. Little lady like yerself might do better, though."

Saria tried to stand up. She was somewhat shaky in the knees, but, like most Kokiri, had a remarkable constitution. She regained her poise quickly. /I can't let him think I'm weak,/ she thought.

"So, ahh, little lady," Muto said, reaching a large, meaty hand out and placing it on her shoulder. "I've a... a proposition for yeh..."

Saria tried to suppress the shudder than ran through her body. "Oh?" she said.

"Yea, well, it's like this," Muto took a deep breath. "It pays very well."

Her stomach sank. "How much?"

"You tell me, once I've said my piece. Fair?"

"Ok," she folded her arms, standing next to the fire.

"See, it's... it's lonely out here," Mutoh began. "My wife's back in Kakariko... she's an old hag anyway... and the Gerudos, well, like I said, they dun take kindly teh outsiders, 'specially men. So wha' I mean teh say is that men... well, a man has needs, wha cannae be fulfilled but by a lady, and..." he turned to face her, his arms wide, shrugging. "And well, yer the first proper lady teh wander inteh these parts fer... I dunno... months?"

Saria stared at him. "How long?"

"Oh, just... an hour?"

Saria blinked. Some muscle in her brow, that she didn't know she had, twitched violently. /Damnit... I need the money, and I probably don't really have a choice./

"Fifteen hundred."

"Wha?!"

"Fif. Teen. Hun. Dred. One thousand, five hundred. Rupees. Now."

"Yea, I heard what ye said..." he muttered. His shoulders sagged. He turned around and groped in a chest behind him. Saria watched him rummage around, eventually drawing out a drawstring sack the size of her head.

"Should be just aboot righ'..." he said. He held out the pouch, looking away as Saria snatched it from his hands. He turned away. /Tha's the money I was savin' for little Anju's weddin someday/ he thought. He heard the tinkling of money as Saria counted the jewel-coins in the pouch.

"Close enough," she said, dropping the pouch with her other belongings.

Mutoh sniffed. He nearly jumped when he felt the girl's hands groping at the hem of his tunic. He hadn't heard her approach, but now she was standing beside him, pulling his trousers down... reaching for his cock.

Saria knelt before the large, fat man, and examined his large, fat cock. She held the shaft in her hand, and stroked it firmly. She applied her lips to the head, running her tongue along the bottom of the tip. She took as much in her mouth as she could handle, and began to bob her head up and down. Her other hand found its way to Mutoh's balls, which she began to stroke and tease, playfully tugging on his scrote.

She imagined it was Link's cock in her mouth. His large, wonderful meaty tool. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly, only dimly aware of Mutoh's quickening breath. But the scent of the fat man's sweat brought her out of her daydream and back to reality. She bobbed as quickly as she could, working the remainder of the man's shaft with both hands, twisting them slightly in opposite directions.

Her eyes snapped open when she felt his hands holding her head. At first he was gentle, just touching her hair. But as he grew more and more aroused his grip became firmer, controlling her motions. He pulled her closer, forcing his cock into her throat.

Saria gagged, coughing slightly at the first opportunity. Again she imagined... Link's hands, holding her head fast, thrusting his cock into her throat. /Link... my love.../ She lost herself in the idea of lovemaking. Her loins grew moist with the desire of her old love. But again the scent of sawdust and fat-man sweat brought her back to the present. Her nose was hitting his thick, bushy pubic hair with each stroke, and the large cock in her throat was doing everything it could to make her vomit. /Enough!/ she thought in disgust. /I'm wet enough.../

With both hands placed firmly on the man's hips, she pushed herself away. Mutoh sighed in disappointment as a tiny drop of pre cum formed at the end of his cock. Saria, however, did her duty. She knelt down on the straw bed, standing on all fours and raising her butt in Mutoh's direction. With a growl of pure desire, he grabbed her hips, rubbing his cock against her moist snatch.

Saria cried out as his cock penetrated her, plunging deep into her most private recesses. She shut her eyes, again trying to imagine Link's hands on her hips, Link's cock in her moist snatch. It wasn't too much of a stretch, because Link was such a dominant lover. She lost herself in the sensation inside her. The man's cock like a red hot dagger, stabbing through her pussy, all the way into her heart. /Link!/ Her mind was screaming in confusion. Her body was succumbing to the sexual beating it was taking. Pleasure overrode her senses and she moaned in delight as the slapping of his hips against her butt rose in volume.

She gasped as the large cock plunged inside her, faster, threatening to tear her body and mind in two. "fuck!" she shouted. This only made Mutoh slam himself into her faster, deeper. Her eyes were still shut tight, and in her mind, Link was the one giving her a merciless, desperate pounding. But soon disaster struck, just as Saria's innards were about to explode in orgasm.

Mutoh pulled out, and grabbing Saria by the waist, flipped her onto her back. Leaning down, holding her in place with his massive gut, he plunged back into her dripping pussy. She stared up at him in shock, buried beneath his hulking frame as his cock began to stab at her insides again. His musk was overpowering, and she tried to control her body. But it was for naught.

Her body came. Hard. Her senses exploded in a shower of ecstasy, sparks and fire. But her mind felt only disgust. She could feel the smile on her face, and the warm glow in her lower body, but she felt an empty longing for her friend and lover. She closed her eyes and waited, as Mutoh slowly approached his own climax...

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The next day

Saria waved to the guard at the gate of the Gerudo fortress as her pony ambled past with a woman at her side. Neelah, the minister of defense, had met Saria the night before, and had given her shelter for the night, and heard of her experience with the construction crew.

"You be careful out there, Miss Saria," said Neelah, smiling warmly. "If they harass you as you leave, do not fear. For they will be gone from this world come sunset."

"Thank you, Neelah," Saria said, returning the woman's smile. "And thanks for the bow! It's perfect."

"You're quite welcome. Feel free to return, should the desire take you, or need drive you."

Part two: A Link to Anju's Past
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Young Link threw the last Cucco over the fence into Anju's pen. Yet again.

The redhead bowed politely, giggling as if amused by the situation. "Thank you for rounding them up again!" she said, winking at the boy.

Link blinked, staring at her. She was different today, but he couldn't quite tell how. "Um... you're welcome!" he said, awkwardly.

Anju grinned, and patted the boy on the head. /He's so cute,/ she thought. /I wonder.../ As her hand fell away, she brushed his ear and played with his hair for a moment.

Then he saw it. Her dress was shorter, just by a couple of inches, and he could see the fishnet stockings she was wearing. Her blouse was low cut, showing off her chest and quite a bit of cleavage, and it fit tighter, showing off the gentle curves of her waist. She also wore a brighter lipstick, eyeshadow, and golden looped earrings.

"So, since you've been such a great help to me, would you like to come inside for a cup of tea?" she asked him, gesturing towards the back door of Impa's house which led to the basement apartment.

Link nodded, grinning from ear to ear in anticipation. He didn't notice when Navi zoomed away into the sky, towards the observation tower.

Anju led the way, and opened the door for him, gesturing him inside. He nearly tripped over himself in his eagerness while descending the steps. Anju directed him to the sofa, and moved over to the fireplace where a cast iron teakettle steamed lightly, hanging on a hook near the fire. She poured two cups of a frothy green liquid. Handing one to Link, she sat next to him... and stared into his blue eyes.

"My friend Impa tells me that you're on some sort of a quest," Anju began, running her eyes over his young, fit body. She sipped her tea, but Link's cup sat on the low table before the sofa, seemingly forgotten.

Link nodded, unsure of how to answer her statement. /I think she wants to, but... how do we get from here to there?/

"It must be dangerous out there. I've heard that Ganondorf has taken control of the castle. No-one is sure what will happen next..." she trailed off. Link's eyes were glued to her cleavage. "You think I'm pretty, don't you?"

Link nodded again. "I think you're gorgeous. Sexy..."

Anju smiled, blushing. She wasn't sure what to say, what to do. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as Link reached one hand out towards the belt which held her skirt. Her heart raced as the young boy undid the clasp. She stood up slowly.

She grasped her breasts in her hands as Link tugged her skirt free. She complied as he shoved her back on to the couch and removed her blouse. Her heart beat faster as she heard the fabric tear slightly in Link's small but rough hands. "You've done this before, I see," she said in surprise. /Dear gods, maybe those rumors about the Kokiri children are true, then.../ she thought.

The boy merely winked at her as he moved in and spread her legs. She watched as his gaze slid over her nearly nude body and came to rest on her breasts. He leaned in, taking her left nipple in his mouth. She felt his small hand probing roughly at her hot moist slit, and let out a pleasant sigh as the boy spread her lips wide and inserted his middle finger into her anxiously waiting cunt.

She reached down and grabbed the boy's already hard cock from under his tunic, and began to jerk him off. She began gently, just stroking and pulling, almost playfully. But Link saw the strange yet familiar glint in her eyes as she began to play rough. She pulled, just barely too hard, drawing a gasp from the boy's lips. She squeezed, slightly too hard, causing him to moan.

/Impa said I need to learn to be in control... I guess I could try with this one... he's so small.../

The change came over her quickly. She pushed the boy onto his back, and grinned at him with a feral smile. "We're going to do this my way, now. Understand?"

Link's heard pounded in his chest as he nodded. Anju straddled him, slowly lowering her moist, hot pussy to the boy's face. She pressed herself onto his lips. The boy knew his role, and began to lap eagerly at the woman's labia. She ground herself into his face. Her perfectly clean asshole was an inch from his nose.

Link had to gasp for breath whenever Anju pulled away far enough for him to breathe. His cock stood erect, poking its way out from under his short tunic. He rocked his hips in frustration, and reached down to pleasure himself while Anju smothered him with her pussy.

Anju smacked the boy's hand away from his waiting cock. "Don't you dare!" she scolded him, smiling. "That's my job." She grasped his cock in her hand and began to stroke it.

Her body was trembling in excitement. /This feels so good,/ she thought, panting /He'll do whatever I tell him. He's mine.../ She relished the feeling of power and control she had over her humble young servant. She leaned back, forcing her ass closer to Link's nose, and rose slightly.

"I want you to lick my ass now, boy," she said. Her servant complied, hungrily running his tongue around the rim of her anus, before probing it. She sighed in pleasure as Link forced his tongue into her willing backdoor. She steadied herself against the back of the sofa with one hand, and reached down to touch herself with the other. She mercilessly teased her own clit as Link's rimjob grew in intensity. She let herself go, reveling in the bliss her body was in. She began stroking his cock harder, more firmly. She felt him, thrusting in frustration, nearly ready to shoot his load.

The redheaded woman pulled away, and turned around. She lowered herself abruptly onto Link's waiting cock, and began to bob up and down, plunging his cock deep inside her. Link reached up to grab her breasts. As the boy fondled her nipples with his thumbs, she moaned.

"Yes... do that again..."

He pinched both of her nipples gently, twisting slightly. She moaned again, grinding her hips against his as his cock plunged deeper. Anju's face and chest were flushed with excitement, and he could see that she was reaching her peak.

"Do it harder!" she said, pleading now. As the boy complied again, twisting her nipples violently, she cried out. She gripped Link's shoulders as her shuddering body came, with the boy thrusting beneath her.

She fell backwards, onto the sofa. Link growled in frustration as his cock slipped from her cunt. He got up, standing by the sofa. "I"m not done yet," he said, hotly.

Anju smiled, weary from cumming. She tumbled onto the floor where she knelt before the boy. As he moved closer, she took his cock in her mouth, teasing the shaft with one hand while gently massaging his balls with the other. Link smiled evilly down at the older woman, and placed his hands on her head, thrusting his cock forward. She squealed slightly, but didn't resist as Link forced himself into her throat.

Anju felt the boy's ejaculation coming. She pushed him away at the last second, knowing what would happen. She was rewarded with a huge spurt of cum hitting her squarely in the nose. As it began to drip down, Link shot another spurt, and another. Soon, her face was covered in hot, sticky cum. She held his cock in her hand, working it slowly as she held her mouth open to catch the last of his load.

Link watched as his amazing lover rubbed his cock over her cum-covered face. She smiled warmly, looking up at him as she kissed the head of his cock.

"Such a good boy," she said. "I hope you'll come back for more someday."

Link chuckled.