Zelda: Ocarina of Time - Malon Lon Milk

Another story, another disclaimer! I'm not making any money out of this, Nintendo owns Zelda and Malon's lon-lons. Nintendo owns them good, oh yeah baby... *fapfapfap*

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Zelda: Ocarina of Time - Malon Lon Milk
by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

"Link! Hi! I've been waiting for you!"

He could tell that just by looking at her. Since his adult self had vanguished Ganon two years ago, Hyrule had become a land of peace. He had returned from his travels to meet his old friends again. Meeting Malon had been especially stirring, since the petite girl had grown into a curvaceous, full-bodied woman. She still wore clothes similar to what she had always been wearing, and her shirt wasn't as loose as it had been. Instead, it hugged her hefty bust tightly, bringing even more attention to the wet splotches around her nipples.

As Malon had matured, she had found a new brand in the line of famed Lon Lon milks, and Link had been more than happy to help. Just now, he was as happy as ever. His cock was already straining in his pants with the sight of Malon. The milk leaking from her nipples was already copious enough to make the white shirt transparent, and even in the slightly dim light of the barn, he could see her large, appetite-whetting pink aureolas, with wet nipples. In no time he was with her, her wet chest pressing against him as they greeted more intimately, lips and tongues meeting hungrily. Heat rose in their bodies, and their sexes throbbed eagerly, both dripping with anticipation. But Link would tease Malon more before their passions engulfed them, and set out to do what he was supposed to.

Link went around Malon and grabbed her heavy busts from behind. Malon, already expecting it, took a couple of bottles labeled "Malon Lon Milk" and held them in front of her tits. Link began his work, squeezing her breasts and nipples, and even encased in the wet fabric, her nipples squirted out spurts of her fine milk. Although the amount of milk that her breasts produced was inconvenient for Malon sometimes, she couldn't help enjoying it when Link milked her. It was a bit funny to feel like it, but it felt very sensual to Malon, and always made her hot. As her milk squirted in the bottles, on their sides, on her hands and everywhere else, Malon got warmer and warmer, as usual. Soon she was feeling hot enough to do something to him. She wanted to milk Link.

Link could sense how Malon enjoyed having her tits milked by him. The position put their bodies in tight contact, and his head practically rested in her red hair. She smelled of barn, cows and wonderful, but Link only noticed the wonderful part. His member was straining hard against his pants, and she must have felt it really easily against her round bottom, covered only by her violet skirt. Suddenly she broke free of his hold, and turned around to him. In his battles, he was used to acting on split-second changes, but Malon always managed to surprise him. His mouth was open in surprise, and Malon took the chance to kiss him again. He spread his arms, careful not to bumb the bottles off her hands, basically just standing there, letting Malon take charge. She kneeled, at first he thought to put the bottles down, and she did that, but then she put her hands under his green tunic and pulled his pants down.

The hem of the tunic quickly rose up to reveal Link's erect meat, peeking optimistically from under the fabric. Its optimism was just, giving that it soon met with Malon's tongue, which was just in preparation before she took his hard member completely in her mouth, making Link gasp sharply. When he recovered, he unfastened the belts around his tunic and removed it, followed by his shirt, revealing his toned upper body. He could see in Malon's eyes as she sucked him that she still liked what she saw. As an afterthought, he threw off his green cap as well. Now he was faced with the age-old question of men receiving blowjobs: what to do with his hands? If he put them to his sides, he'd look too macho. If he put them on Malon's head, he could be called on enforcing chauvinistic values of women as subjects and possessions to men. If he just let them hang down limply, he'd look like a ReDead getting head. After swinging his arms around undedicidedly in their air, he placed them softly on Malon's hair, hoping no one silly enough to object was around to see. Unfortunately, he didn't know he was on the Internet.

Luckily, he didn't care about such things after feeling the softness of her hair and getting into the pleasant rhythm of her head going back and forth on his pole. Malon had no trouble at all finding a spot for her hands: either they were caressing his prominently hanging nutsack, stroking his shaft while her tongue and lips were making the rounds on the head of his rod, or grabbing Link's naked buttcheeks. It was all good to Link, too good to last, and he was straining against a boiling pressure in his balls to come already. He tried to say something to Malon, but even his brains were conflicted on whether they wanted to elongate the pleasure or just blow right away, so all he managed to say were whimpers and moans. This only encouraged Malon to continue relentlessly, sucking on his glans and wanking the rest of his meat, then taking it all in her mouth again, going back and forth, and even caressing the head with his tongue at the same time, showing that she had really developed her skills during her time with Link.

Link was helpless now, the desire and need to come filling his entire body, and finally Malon took him over the edge, sending him falling like on a rollercoaster ride. With a profound "A-aaah!" his body and balls tensed and his pelvis shot forward, almost hitting the Malon's face, who was wanking his harder-than-ever pole rapidly. With each gasp, his meat sent a load of cum over the waiting Malon, who loved the feeling of his hot milk raining on her when his balls unloaded all over her face and chest. The bottom half of her shirt was already drenched with her own milk, which was now dripping from her nips even quicker than before. On the white of her shirt, her own milk mixed with Link's as his semen seeped into the fabric around her poorly-concealed tits. When he was done, the messy Malon licked the hard member clean, which seemed to be especially troublesome to Link. His post-orgasmic member was very sensitive, so he shivered and groaned and twitched as her soft tongue licked around his wet erection.

Getting high and coming down had done nothing to quell Link's sexual urges. Malon was spending too much time with his cock and too little with him, so he pulled her up forcefully and kissed her like he hadn't gotten any in two weeks, when it was closer to two minutes. He grabbed her bust, held tight in the cum and milk drenched shirt, then his other hand grabbed her skirt and yanked the hem up, so he could probe down under. He touched her completely drenched panties, eliciting a very loud moan from Malon, and pushed the fabric aside from her juicy pussy, then thrust his fingers into her soft wetness, eliciting more moans. Malon loved it, her heart was pounding under that chest of hers, and Link's naked body was hot to the touch, with his kisses the same. She touched his cock and found that it was going soft, enjoying its smooth silky feel, but also noting that just her touch put it back on the rise again.

She could also see how hot Link was feeling when he started licking his own cum from her face, and it made her hotter as well. On her part, she caressed Link's muscled stomach, chest and back with her hands, simply not getting enough. When Link was done with her pussy for the time being, she tried it with her mouth, licking his nipples and kissing everywhere over his body, her cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. She knew that only one part of Link could sate her craving for every part of his body, so she unfastened her skull belt, which held her apron and skirt up, leaving the rest up to Link. He didn't hesitate a moment when he started to undress her, taking off her soaked shirt and revealing her plump tits, also wet with milk, and taking off her skirt and apron to leave her only in her panties, striped violet. This was the perfect time for Link to feast on her teats. He put his mouth on her full busts, licking and suckling her nipples, drinking her milk directly from the source, getting his mouth wet with her sweet drink.

Eventually, she kneeled down to the hay-covered floor, and shivered with excitement as Link peeled her panties down her legs. Now, the pair was completely naked, and Link positioned himself over and behind her. His cock was left standing on her ass, though, when he grabbed her busts again. In a moment of realization, she took the milk bottles and placed them roughly under her udders, which was just what Link intended. With Malon's lon-lons now naked, Link was able to milk them even more efficiently, taking his hands around the plump, shuttle-shaped bosoms and ending at the nipples, squeezing them to coach her milk out. He had grown good at what he was doing, and his tits squirted copious amounts of milk all over the hay and the bottles, also wetting his hands in the process. Malon was going crazy with need, and she ached to have that hard meat resting on her skin inside her.

Soon she got what she wanted. Link's hands moved from her tits to her waist, and his hot tool entered her sopping hole, sending hot shivers up her body. He started fucking her earnestly, and the lusty redhead moaned with pleasure. Her tits jiggled with each of his thrusts, while his tool felt like a burning sword in her needy cove. Carefully, as she settled into his rhythm, she moved the bottles further away again. She loved Link, and she loved having sex with him, and even though he didn't speak much, she felt that he felt the same way. She could read it from his every gesture, even now, when he leaned to her and kissed her neck gently while pounding his dick into her snatch. She needed to see him, have his body against hers, so she stopped him and turned around. Even while having sex, his face aflame with lust, an adult hero with legendary deeds on his name, Link looked innocent just then, pure of hidden motives or selfish goals.

She put her arms around him and dragged him to her, skin against skin, lips burning together, tongues playing with each other, her breasts against his chest, his tool plowing her sex. She could feel him with all of her body, exhilarated by the closeness, and from every response of his body, she read the same feelings. She could have made love to him forever, even when she recognized that her body could soon take no more. It started as ruptures in her tranquility of ecstasy, spikes of feeling that went over her coping, and their number grew with each thrust of his meat into her, and he knew it too, but he wouldn't stop, and she didn't want him to, until there was nothing but a series of ruptures. Her soul was punctured by a pleasure spike more intense than anything she could handle, and she wailed in the sweet torment of her rapture, her whole body arching in the hold of her lover, still inside her, while her womanhood coached him to join her in her orgasm, but he wasn't quite there yet. He liked it better that way, able to enjoy her bliss without his own coming in the way, her tight grip on his body feeling better than any caress.

She settled down, heaving, exhausted, eyes closed, with Link still inside her and her arms around him. He shivered with her own need, but settled with kissing her cheek, and laying with her, enjoying her warmth and the feel of her body tight against his. Before he had the time go soft, though, she came back down with a part of heaven with her. She took her arms from around him to her bosoms, pressing them together.

"Hey, fairy boy... think you've still got some milk on you?"

The flushed Link breathed heavily and rose up, sliding his hardness out of her completely drenched twat. The member was drenched slick with her juices, and just to provide even more lubrication, Malon coached some more milk from her jugs and rubbed it all over the soft mammaries. The sight of Malon's wet tits, held together just right for his cock to come in between was a heavenly sight for Link. He placed his hard rod between Malon's lon-lons and started fucking them. The soft flesh of her round globes felt unbelievably good for his meat, but it was lucky there was so much lubrication, since he still had enough stamina to enjoy the experience for quite a while.

It was Link now that was holding Malon's milk-drenched busts together. She was starting to get excited again when she watched the curiously funny sight of his red head entering and disappearing from between her tits, and from past experience, she knew Link would be ready for many more times if she wanted. She looked up at him just as he grimaced and pulled his cock out from between her mammaries, and wanked his load all over her again. Even with the risk of getting a stinging red eye, she kept her eyes open and watched as his load erupted from his cockhead. A few strands of spooge flew on her face and she reflexively closed her eyes, but she opened them again to see the rest of his load land all over her bust.

Having the warm manmilk splash on her tits made her feel sexy, and when Link had come and looked at her, she could see it in his eyes too. In his eyes, she couldn't have looked sexier. Her commendable bosom was covered with sticky spooge, his cream running all over her milk-wettened mounds. His sperm had spurted over her alluring aereolas, the cleavage of her milky tits was drenched with cum and everywhere else around her chest there was still more splattered semen. The effect of the sight was enhanced by the heaving of her chest. There were a few strands on her face, too, which only accentuated her beauty. Her cheeks were flushed, a few strands of her hair were sticking to her forehead with sweat, and the look in her eyes was... deep. Link simply sunk into them. She rubbed the cum on her tits with her hands, making the impressive mounds glisten provocatively, and then tasted some of his cum from her hands. She almost choked when he lunged down to kiss her.

In the end, they were laying together on the hay, hand in hand. Malon was pleased that they had already filled two bottles of Malon Lon Milk for the day, but the aching in her breasts told her that she could do more.

-The End-

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I've wanted to write that for some time now. The story has been getting a lot of attention too, with already over 1,000 hits. So why only one review? Rate and review please!

-- edit - Yay! Some reviews, and also some low ratings! Now all I need is the negative raters to tell explicitly what is wrong :)