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He was sweet on you. You knew it. He knew it. The whole village knew it.
It started small. Shy glances as you worked at your grandparent’s stables. Lingering looks after he worked up enough courage to speak to you. Hand brushes and small smiles as you helped him bond with his horse. Pecks on the cheek every time he helped you out of a tough spot and long hugs whenever he had to leave you behind. And finally…
A kiss. For the moment he returned back to you.
Unfortunately, your grandmother had seen the bright green tunic from afar and went to see for herself. What she didn’t expect was the arms of her granddaughter wrapped around Link’s neck as he kissed her sweetly. But your grandmother (and the entire village apparently) had been expecting this for a while. Coupled with the way Link’s hands were resting respectfully on your waist in a way that was modest and becoming of a young couple, your grandmother was more than willing to walk away and let the two of you enjoy a few more minutes of privacy before she made herself known.
It’s been months since that day. And as much as the two of you were teased about the situation, many would think Link’s furious blush would start to ebb away every time you took his hand and laced your fingers with him. It was said that the two of you were the picture-perfect idea of young love. Passion in innocence, love in purity.
If only they knew what he does to you when he knows no one is looking.
“Oh,” Your voice comes out breathlessly. “Link- oh ~”
The way he hums against your skin has you involuntarily squirming in his hold, clenching around his fingers as he delivers open-mouth kisses to your neck and shoulder. Your knee-length skirt does little to cover your bottom half as Link stretches you out with his fingers. Your blouse has been rendered useless at this point- mostly because it was no longer on you. It was thrown over his shoulder somewhere when the two of you first began. He liked marking you up. You liked the feeling of his teeth. It was a win-win situation.
A third finger slips inside of you, and you’re ashamed about just how much it affects you. It’s hard to stay quiet when he has his way with you- he knows your body too well by this point. His mouth focuses on that sweet spot on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s the spot that can easily turn your sighs into moans. His thumb circles your clit and draws little mixed-up shapes in order to keep your toes curling and that fire in your belly burning. It’s downright evil the way he’s able to make you this wet. It’s like he wants the whole world to hear your arousal as he works his magic on your pussy. But you’re not entirely a saint right now.
After all, you are the one with your hand around his dick, aren’t you?
The growl he gives after a particularly harsh tug on his dick is satisfying. There’s precum coating your fingers. He’s making a mess of himself while making a mess out of you. But even the space between your thighs grows wetter and wetter, you can’t help but find yourself eyeing his frustrated face with a certain confidence. If the only way to get back at him is a couple of well-timed strokes then so be it. You’ll have him putty in your hands in no time at all.
This wasn’t the first time the two of you had... “mutually pleased” each other. Nor was it the second, or third, or fourth time. In fact- any chance he got, he’d lead you to the grove behind the stables and have his way with you to his heart’s content every chance he got. Even still, you always felt like you never quite had a good grasp on how to get him off. His dick felt all too large and heavy and hot in your hands. The mere memory of it being inside of you, stirring up your insides, was enough to send your heart racing. Though you’re doing something right. You always do. He’s always the first one to grow close to his orgasm.
But he always makes you cum first. Every single time.
When his hips begin to buck in time with your strokes, his fingers start moving inside of you faster. Much, much, much faster. He stops peppering your neck with thousands and thousands of little tiny nips and kisses and marks just to claim your lips once more. He’s swallowing your moans, keeping you quiet as the lazy scissoring motion he was previously using on you moves to something more focused and deliberate. His long fingers curl deep inside of you, digits finding your g-spot and prodding at it again and again in a way that’s just not fair .
It’s so hard to focus. It’s so hard to keep your eyes open. They flutter and flutter in an attempt to keep your mind intact, but it’s just so hard. Your mouth drops open to let out another moan, and this you just know is a little too loud for comfort. But you can just feel the smirk he gives you against your skin, and you just know Link isn’t opposed to staking his claim in front of others. But you can’t think about that right now. Your mind is on Link and Link alone.
That, and the way he’s about to make you cream all over his fingers.
His unoccupied hand moves up from its resting point of holding on to your hips. He traces and teases your skin as he trails his hand upwards until it finally reaches its destination- your chest. His hand gropes at your breast, twisting and teasing and twirling an overly sensitive nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers tip. You’re starting to see stars.
And that thumb. Oh, goddess, that thumb. You don’t know how he does it. How he’s always able to bend you to his will, over and over again. Because that thumb . That thumb on your clit is cruel. It’s so cruel, and it’s so mean. It’s what causes you to break away from his kiss with a startled gasp and a sudden shriek. The pit at the bottom of your stomach is growing. You feel hot- hot all over, and Link’s not helping. The tickle of his blonde hair against your shoulder as he whispers nothing but filthy words of praise in an attempt to coax you into an orgasm is sending you into overdrive. His breath against your ear, the way he breaks you down into a whiny little mess, and that thumb.
“Cum for me princess, just cum for me, got it? ” He’s growling now. Low, deep, and all too husky for your poor fucked out brain to process. “Paint my fingers. Make a mess- I’ll clean it up. I know how much you love my tongue. I know how much you love my tongue on your pussy.”
This Link of yours- this blue-eyed, blonde hair sweet boy of yours is downright filthy behind doors. He’s dirty in all the right ways. Tainted in all the best of the word, and it’s all for you. All for your body. All for your pleasure. All to drive up you up, get you drunk off his touch, and keep going until you can’t even stand. Or pass out.
Whichever comes last.
In a last-ditch effort to ensure he experiences what he’s putting you through, your grip on his cock tightens. You’re pumping it furiously, working your hand in the way he’s taught you all those weeks ago when it was your first time together. You’re moving with purpose, with vigor, and with passion. His breath hitches loudly, and he’s humping your hand faster and faster. But there’s no time to taste the victory. His retaliation is swift, and his retaliation is punishing. Because in just seconds, he’s practically ambushing your g-spot.
At this point, you’re reduced to tears. All you can do is nod and beg and whimper as you try to clench down on his fingers, chasing your high. Your legs are shaking, and at this point, Link is the only thing keeping you upright. Every breath you take is overcome with nothing but gasps and squeals as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens. Goddesses, you’re so close. How does he do it? How does he always manage to take you to new heights that you’ve never been before?
“You want my tongue, pretty girl?” He asks you again and the sloppy chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes-’ fall out of your mouth in pretty little bows, dolled up just for him. “ Then cum. ”
And you do.
It happens with a start- the coil in your belly snaps, and your mind goes numb. You let out a loud cry as your cunny clenches around his fingers, but Link swallows it quickly with a deep kiss before he starts to cum himself. He forces you to ride out your orgasm with him, white-hot ropes cum shooting out of his dick with every little groan that sneaks out his mouth. His thumb slows down, not quite abusing your poor, oversensitive clit anymore, but it still feels like torture. But you don’t want him to stop. Not now, not ever.
The quiet gasps of air you let out are all the forest hears in the aftermath. Link’s lips brush against your shoulder, your neck, and your lips over and over again as he catches his own breath. The smile you give him is soft when he finally meets your eyes. But it’s not until you offer up a silent nod does he finally smile back.
And as wordlessly as the two of you started, he sinks down to his knees, hikes a leg over his shoulder, and gives you his tongue in all the right ways.