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To be honest, you should have learned by now that it could happen just about any time or anywhere, really.
You’ve been traveling with him for long enough to remember all his other little habits. You know how he prefers to hunt around dusk and all his favorite fishing spots. You know which way he prefers to pitch the tent or make the shelter in case the two of you need to make a quick escape. You know how often he likes to sharpen his tools, and often he’ll drag you into the nearest town for a pitstop and quick refuel of supplies. You know which foods he prefers you to cook for him because he thinks your recipes are better, and which side of the bed he likes best. Hell, you even know when he’s about to run off on some side quest and leave you somewhere just by the subtle twitch of his ears.
Because you know him. You know his habits. You know what he does. You know what he likes. You know him. So while it took you by surprise, it wasn’t surprising, per se. You know this side of him, too. You just forgot for a moment.
But a moment was all that it took for him to slip in right behind you, completely undetected, and place his hands on your hips as if that was where they had always belonged.
“Link!” You gasp his name breathlessly as you quickly try to steady yourself before you end up eating a face full of dirt after nearly jumping in surprise. “A little warning next time!”
He caught you while you were foraging for mushrooms. The part of Milda Woods that you two were in seemed to be full of the normal ones- just ripe for roasting and easy snacking. But you stepped away from helping him start the fire because you swore you had seen some truffles not too far away from where the two of you were making camp. So naturally, you went over to where you thought they were and got on your hands and knees to go searching. And searching. And searching. And searching. And searching. Until suddenly, you were too busy to do any more searching.
Because the sound of the kneeling man behind you undoing the buckle of his trousers was far too distracting to pay attention to absolutely anything else.
“Sorry,” Your travel companion murmured from behind you, not really sounding all that sorry, as he gave your hip a quick squeeze. Looking over your shoulder at him, you were able to find that his expression told you the exact same thing. That he wasn’t sorry- not in the slightest. His eyebrows were furrowed, his lips were set in a straight line, and his cheeks were flushed a deep red as one of his hands kept fiddling with his pants. “Couldn’t help myself…want you to look forward though.”
“Look forward?” The question falls from your lips dumbly, almost as if you’ve never traveled a day with him before. But luckily for him, he doesn’t need to explain. Or rather, he chooses not to explain and instead lets out a low whistle, just to grab your attention. It surprises just enough for a moment that you don’t even see which hand he uses to push the side of your face back to facing forward- just like he initially asked of you. But as the shock of the action wears off, you find yourself feeling a little annoyed by his brashness. It’s not uncommon. He is a man of few words after all. But in your mind, it wouldn’t kill him to use a few of those words to actually speak to you properly, right? In fact, you have half a mind to turn right back around and to put a stop to what he was doing and to tell him off for always being so rough with you. In fact, you should! And you will.
At least, you wanted to. And for a moment, you really did think about it. But within that moment, he had already pulled down your own trousers, lifted your tunic up, and had pulled your panties to the side.
Just to lick at your slit from behind.
“F-fuck…” Is the only thing you can whimper as you feel Link’s tongue flatten against your pussy once- twice…three times back to back. Instinctively, you tense up as your back arches at the sensation. It causes you to fall forward a little, and you now have to brace yourself on your elbows instead of your hands as he starts paying a little too much attention to your clit for you to form a proper sentence.
But even that is over far faster than you would have imagined. Because all too quickly, the tongue you were feeling lap at your insides is replaced by the thick, blunt head of Link’s cock as he lines it up with your entrance. You can do little more but gasp quietly as you feel him drag his cock up and down your wetness, gathering what arousal he can before he starts to push his way past the lower lips of your pussy.
“Shit…” He groans deep and low from behind you as he makes his way inside, inch by inch. Though you can barely hear him over how much you’re whining yourself as you’re slowly stuffed full of his cock. You’re not the wettest you could have been. You know that. He knows that. You both know that. But what little licking and sucking he did do is what is currently allowing him to sink his dick inside of your tight little hole with nothing but whimpers and gasps from your end until he finally, finally bottoms out six excruciating inches later. “You alright?”
At his question, you do your best to huff in what you hope is obvious displeasure. Though from the sounds of his low, pleased-sounding chuckles and the way he affectionately strokes your now bare hips while adjusting his grip, you have a feeling the sound you made came off as more pathetic than angry. And that made you angrier- just a little. But of course, he didn’t exactly leave you any time to be angry at him. Because the second he could feel you wiggling your hips and adjusting yourself to better accommodate his own throbbing length within you, he was pulling back his hips and snapping them forward. And doing it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And-
“O-oh my…oh my goddesses…Link- Link, fuck!” You squeal in time with the blonde’s continuous thrusts as he fucks you doggy style in the middle of the woods. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck…”
He only offers you a low, possessive-sounding grunt in return as his grip on your hips tightens just enough to offer him an easier time thrusting inside of you. But that only serves to make things impossibly worse for you as he manages to hit that spot inside you that has you seeing your stars damn near perfectly each and every time.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble…” He huffs out moments (minutes?) later, despite not bothering to do anything about the now cruel pace of his strokes. His words barely process in your mind. Though for a moment, you are able to piece enough thoughts together to remember the fact that you’re not in the most remote part of the woods. Where he found you- rather, where he now has you bent over, writhing, and drooling into the dirt, leaves, and grass- doesn’t offer that much cover. Sure, there are a couple of trees within arm's reach. And some of the bushes in the immediate vicinity are thick enough to ease some of your fears of being seen in such a compromising position should someone be around.
But if you keep looking forward like Link wanted you to and squint, you could see the path that eventually leads to Hateno village. You could see how easy it is for the two of you to reach civilization. Or rather, how easy it would be for civilization to reach you.
And suddenly, you’re hyperaware of just how wantonly you’re moaning. And how deep his strokes are. And how loud and messy your pussy gets each time he pulls back and pushes his length back in. And how desperately he undressed and mounted you. Just because he saw you bent down and distracted a few paces away. Just because he saw you from behind. Just because he needed this. Needed you.
A few seconds later, Link lets out another groan.
One that’s immediately followed by a nasty string of curses between his labored breaths- and it’s something you’re not used to hearing due to his inclination to stay silent, even during sex. Those you suppose even he can’t help but fall victim to pleasure. Especially since you’ve been starting to tighten up more and more over time now that the growing knot within your lower belly is getting increasingly harder to ignore.
So you’re into what he does to you. So you like the fact that at any moment- at any time, the Hylian Champion could get so needy that even bending down in front of him is a risky move. So you like the fact that he doesn’t seem to care about the timing or place or the fact that the two of you are supposed to be preparing a shelter before nightfall right now. So you like the grabbing, the roughness, the quickness, the riskiness- the animalistic nature of it all. So you like it all. So what?
This particular moment may have come as a surprise, it isn’t really that surprising.
You’ve been traveling with him long enough to know all his little habits and quirks. And maybe you forgot about this one particular habit of his this one time. Or maybe you didn’t. Whose to say? And whose to blame you, either way?
He does take good care of you whenever you two are traveling. And the Hero of the Wild does deserve a little reward for all the good he does. For you. For the people you encounter. Hell, for the whole world too. And you?
Well, let’s just say you’re his happy little companion. Who’s more than willing to be accommodating. To help him with the needs he can’t fulfill himself. And of course, to go along with the ride. Any ride.
“‘m…I’m close…I’m close, Link, I- ah~!"
So long as he’s taking you with him.