None But The Horses
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Category:
Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
9,865
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Legend of Zelda game series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
None But The Horses
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. ^__^
She held onto the wooden railing in the barn, as she held herself up on her knees. Her fingers, underneath her dress, massaged her womanhood, wet with pleasure. Sweat dripped from her chin, deep breaths escaping from her lips. She poked into her hole, causing herself to moan loudly.
No one could see her. No one but the horses. Yet, this wasn’t the first time they had caught her doing these actions. Every night, when all were asleep, she crept into the barn, to receive her pleasures. Even if she could only receive pleasure from herself, that was enough.
Imagining the fairy boy giving her pleasure was enough to satisfy her.
It was in her dearest dreams that he could be in that barn before her. She could sense his breath on her face, as he massaged his tongue on her lips.
Her legs would be spread wide, his hands massaging her inner hips. His manhood would touch the tip of her clit, preparing to fill her up inside. With her own fingers, she would pinch the cherry-pointed nipples on her round breasts, increasing her pleasure, to satisfy him as well.
Then he would enter her.
His thrusts would be slow at first, to prepare for a greater adventure. She whispered for him to go faster, and he would. She’d scream loudly, pulling her head back in pleasure, as his sacks slapped against her skin. She would feel his cock pushing through her insides, searching for her satisfaction.
And it would come.
Her liquid would pour out, covering ever inch of him, as he continued to thrust. It wasn’t enough. He needed more, and she would offer all she had. Her nails claw into his back, pushing him deeper inside her, if possible. No one could hear them, their screams were silent to other ears. The horses simply stayed to watch, not bothered by their actions.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, as he pushed harder. Sweat covered their bodies, for they were beginning to grow tired. But none did stop. He licked her tongue inside her open mouth, pressing his hands on her thighs.
Nothing but pleasure. Nothing but love.
And as he prepared to release his own load, she felt the hardness of his cock, and was ready to create her own liquid. Faster. Harder. It was coming.
But then it would end.
Her fantasies would stop, for she could not take it. Her fingers grabbed at her own vagina, wanting to feel the pleasure from her hero. But never once would that happen. Even when he would stop by to send her a greeting, her fantasies in the barn would not occur.
She reached her climax, as the liquid ran down her legs. She sighed deeply, removing her fingers. Anotherr night of her own satisfaction, but no hero to satisfy her.
She took a cloth, wiping her wet thighs. She would now return to bed, only to dream of her fairy boy. Only to imagine his manhood thrusting into her.
Then she heard footsteps. Expecting it to be Ingo or her father, she finished off wiping the liquid, and picked up her white cotton panties from a nearby haystack. She slid them up her legs, before they once again, covered her wet vagina. She quickly ran to the barn door, and pushed it open. But she did not see neither her father nor his helper.
It was the fairy boy.
He gave her a smile, along with a nervous laugh. “Sorry for coming so late, Malon,” He said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You see, I just had this sudden thought that I needed to see you about something, but I really don’t know what it is I need.”
She stayed in silence, lips quivering. Then she formed a smile.
”Why don’t you come with me inside the barn?”
She held onto the wooden railing in the barn, as she held herself up on her knees. Her fingers, underneath her dress, massaged her womanhood, wet with pleasure. Sweat dripped from her chin, deep breaths escaping from her lips. She poked into her hole, causing herself to moan loudly.
No one could see her. No one but the horses. Yet, this wasn’t the first time they had caught her doing these actions. Every night, when all were asleep, she crept into the barn, to receive her pleasures. Even if she could only receive pleasure from herself, that was enough.
Imagining the fairy boy giving her pleasure was enough to satisfy her.
It was in her dearest dreams that he could be in that barn before her. She could sense his breath on her face, as he massaged his tongue on her lips.
Her legs would be spread wide, his hands massaging her inner hips. His manhood would touch the tip of her clit, preparing to fill her up inside. With her own fingers, she would pinch the cherry-pointed nipples on her round breasts, increasing her pleasure, to satisfy him as well.
Then he would enter her.
His thrusts would be slow at first, to prepare for a greater adventure. She whispered for him to go faster, and he would. She’d scream loudly, pulling her head back in pleasure, as his sacks slapped against her skin. She would feel his cock pushing through her insides, searching for her satisfaction.
And it would come.
Her liquid would pour out, covering ever inch of him, as he continued to thrust. It wasn’t enough. He needed more, and she would offer all she had. Her nails claw into his back, pushing him deeper inside her, if possible. No one could hear them, their screams were silent to other ears. The horses simply stayed to watch, not bothered by their actions.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, as he pushed harder. Sweat covered their bodies, for they were beginning to grow tired. But none did stop. He licked her tongue inside her open mouth, pressing his hands on her thighs.
Nothing but pleasure. Nothing but love.
And as he prepared to release his own load, she felt the hardness of his cock, and was ready to create her own liquid. Faster. Harder. It was coming.
But then it would end.
Her fantasies would stop, for she could not take it. Her fingers grabbed at her own vagina, wanting to feel the pleasure from her hero. But never once would that happen. Even when he would stop by to send her a greeting, her fantasies in the barn would not occur.
She reached her climax, as the liquid ran down her legs. She sighed deeply, removing her fingers. Anotherr night of her own satisfaction, but no hero to satisfy her.
She took a cloth, wiping her wet thighs. She would now return to bed, only to dream of her fairy boy. Only to imagine his manhood thrusting into her.
Then she heard footsteps. Expecting it to be Ingo or her father, she finished off wiping the liquid, and picked up her white cotton panties from a nearby haystack. She slid them up her legs, before they once again, covered her wet vagina. She quickly ran to the barn door, and pushed it open. But she did not see neither her father nor his helper.
It was the fairy boy.
He gave her a smile, along with a nervous laugh. “Sorry for coming so late, Malon,” He said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You see, I just had this sudden thought that I needed to see you about something, but I really don’t know what it is I need.”
She stayed in silence, lips quivering. Then she formed a smile.
”Why don’t you come with me inside the barn?”