There was a time in his life when Link had assumed, rather confidently, that the only giant women he’d ever have to deal with would be of the Great Fairy variety.

That was a pretty fair assumption too, given that in a world like this, giant creatures were typically of a much more monstrous design.

Certainly…he never thought he’d be in a predicament like this one.

Princess Zelda had been his loyal, trusted, capable traveling companion for quite some time now. Traveling around Hyrule together, putting the shattered pieces back together after Ganon’s cruel reign, it was nice. Everything felt right with the world.

…At first.

But all good things came to an end, and they did the moment Zelda emerged from that dungeon with him, having attained a mysterious new ability found at the heart of it. It was a strange thing from the get go; how come she got that kind of power but he didn’t?

No matter the answer though…it soon became clear that having this in her grasp was turning her into a very different sort of person.

“Link…look…”

She breathed out her words with awe, as she stretched out her brown-gloved hand and extended it towards a passing butterfly, while they sat together at the campfire they had made for the night. Link watched with some bewilderment as she shrunk the butterfly down to a speck so small it was hardly bigger than a fly.

The ability to shrink living matter…was something she could do now. Apparently.

“That’s great. I mean, that’s really cool.”

Link tried his very best to sound enthusiastic as he chowed down on the skewer of meat he had just cooked on the fire. He was equal parts jealous she could do that now and he couldn’t, but also, frankly, he was worried.

That kind of ability…it seemed a little too dangerous for comfort.

He didn’t like the gleam in her eyes when she looked over the flames at him either. The fire cast an ominous, darkly wavering shadow on her face as she stared at him.

“...Link. Can I ask you something?”

He swallowed the chewed up meat with some effort and looked across at her warily, “...Yes?”

“...Would you mind if I…tried this on you?”

Immediately, he started to shake his head frantically, denying and then some.

“No, no I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Zelda-”

“But why not?” She leaned forward a bit on the stump she was using as a seat, tucking a short golden blond strand of hair behind her ear. She had such a cute face, such an endearing expression on it, it was a little too easy to assume she meant well…
“This power could be really useful to us, but so far I’ve only tried it on beings who are already small. Doesn’t it make sense that I try it on something the same size as me?”

Sure, but why does it have to be me!?

Link made another valid point: “You don’t even know how to reverse it yet! What if you do that to me and then I get stuck like that forever!?”

But Zelda still seemed rather hell-bent on the idea of going through with it. He tried one more time to protest, but she was already standing up, slowly, ominously, extending her hand towards him.

Before he could even think fast enough to run, she cast her magic. A jet of glowing turquoise magic came rushing out towards him and embraced his body like a capsule. The half-eaten skewer went flying out of his hand as it happened, and he seized up a little bit. 

Every cell of his Elven body was on fire, yet it felt like he had been frozen on the spot at the same time. And before he knew it, the world around him was expanding, stretching, filling his vision, until he was swamped with every aspect of his senses. Every smell, sight and sound was intensified like crazy.

But the craziest thing of all was seeing Zelda now towering above him, looming over his shrunken body with an alarmingly intense glee in her eyes. And frankly, she felt like there was good reason for her being this excited.

She was a princess who was always expected to do her duty diligently, and be on her best behaviour. 

For once…it would be nice to just have some plain, straight up fun. Even if it came at Link’s expense.

Link was so shocked, meanwhile, that he staggered and fell back over himself, hitting the ground with a look of bewilderment.

Zelda calmly paced around the side of the campfire, which was now so large that she could just toss him in there and burn him to a crisp if she wanted to.

She reached where he was, and slowly lowered herself until she was squatting right above him. He stared up at her crotch which was metres above his head, her skintight black pants hugging every curve of her.

Link could smell something like a sort of heady, tempting musk in the air, as she lingered over him like that.

Zelda casually laid an arm against the top of her thigh, tilting her head with amusement as she looked down at him. That look in her eyes told him he probably wasn’t going to be experiencing a lot of mercy from her…

“So…”

Her full, soft pink lips, curved into a smirk.

“What should I do with you first?”

“H-hey come on…don’t do anything! We’re friends!” 

Link hoped that even if she was a little high off of her own power right now, Zelda would still show him some mercy. It was a long shot, but…

“...You’re so small…” Zelda didn’t even seem to be listening to him now. She reached for his shrunken body, wrapped her delicate hand around it, and lifted him up from his spot on the grass. In the flickering amber light from the campfire, she lifted him up before her face, and looked at him closely.

“Wh-what are you gonna do? Hey!” Link struggled. But though he had faced plenty of fearsome, and not exactly small, monsters before, he had never even imagined he would be faced with something like this. He couldn’t help but feel petrified. He looked up at her in sheer terror, acutely aware of just how small and weak he was compared to her. 

“Hmm…good question. But you know, after walking all day, I’m feeling exhausted. My feet could really use some TLC…and well…it’s a little hard for me to do that thoroughly, so…”

Link’s heart sank. Dealing with giant feet would have been bad enough. But giant feet that had gone through a whole day of walking and riding?

Absolutely no way. No way. He couldn’t possibly endure something like that!

He knew he had to somehow convince her not to go ahead with it.

“Z-Zelda hey, I can give you a foot massage at normal size-”

“Yeah but it’s really not gonna be the same, is it?”

Her mind was already made up, Link realized with some dismay. Zelda didn’t give him time to even breathe either, before she was already slipping one of her tall, tan boots off. He stared, horrified, as her black-stockinged foot emerged from the confines, already emanating a strong, almost suffocating smell.

Oh God…don’t…please don’t…

He gave her a pleading, begging look, but she didn’t even register it. She was too focused on her shoe, and she lifted him over the top of it, dangling him over the entrance to the boot. Down far below, the depths were so dark they were pitch black. But he didn’t have to guess too hard about the sweaty hell that must be awaiting him.

“I-I’ll do anything!!” he tried still to insist, in desperation, “I’ll do anything you want!! I’ll worship you willingly!! You know I think you’re actually even more beautiful at this—”

He was cut off by his own scream as she dropped him into her shoe first, and his miniscule body made a harsh impact with the interior.

It was just as Link would have expected. The soft material inside was sodden through and stunk like sweat. Just from being in here, he felt like he needed to shower himself ten times over, it was disgusting. But he knew she didn’t care what he thought of it, on the outside Zelda was peeking in through the top and smirking when she saw him sprawled out at the bottom.

“How is it in there?” she asked, and Link couldn’t even answer over his own wheezing and coughing. It was the kind of strong, stale smell that was so incredibly cloying, that it literally choked him up. His eyes were rimmed with tears and his throat ached from the sheer effort of trying to breathe in here.

“L–let me out…” he managed to say, however strained, but Zelda just tilted her head and smiled with those soft, plush pink lips of hers.

“Let you out? Why? Are you trying to say I’m disgusting or something?”

She felt a flush melt over her own cheeks. Honestly, Zelda had always imagined asserting herself over Link, dominating him, instead of being such a sweet and cheerful companion as she usually was. Now she was starting to resent all the times she had been, because damn…it felt so good to just hold the power like this.

“Link? Here-”

Taking just a little bit of pity on him though, she tilted the boot back again, and his little body came tumbling out until it landed on the middle of her palm. She wrapped her slender fingers around his form and gave him a slight squeeze, before lifting him up before her ski-jump nose and sniffing.

Zelda recoiled slightly, her pretty face crumpling into a realizing grimace. Oh…maybe he had good reason for being so desperate to get out after all…

“Ah…it must have smelt pretty bad in there huh…well…” she gave him a piteous look, “I’m sorry to say that probably means you won’t like this next part very much either…”

Before Link could even ask for her to elaborate on that, he already put two and two together through her actions. Zelda tightened her grip on him to a firm pinch around his little waist, acutely aware of holding so much power over him right now that she could basically pop him with just the slightest bit more pressure.

Of course, she wasn’t going to! But, she could…

“It’s been such a long day, Link.” Zelda let him dangle down until he was right in front of the sole of her gigantic right foot, “It’s the least you owe me…”

Link tried to struggle and protest. Even if he was dangling so high off the ground from his shrunken perspective, he would much rather just take the plunge down to it and risk the impact, than have to endure being put any closer towards that foot of hers.

But she didn’t loosen her grip even in the slightest, and he groaned with disgust as he was forcefully pressed up against her sole with a tight press, his body basically molding into her socked foot, his fresh tears getting absorbed by the stretched out, stinking material of her stocking.

He’d thought the inside of her boot was sweaty. Well, now he understood where the sweat had been coming from in the first place. It was now oozing into him, getting absorbed by the material of his azure tunic, turning it a darker blue. He was ground a little against her foot as if she had no care for how it actually felt at his size, no consideration for the pain it might cause him.

Zelda used him like she would a wooden foot roller, turning him horizontal, disorienting him as the world flipped, and running his body up and down the arch of her foot. She closed her eyes, finally feeling some relief from the tension of the day.

But still, there was an even better way that she could do this. 

When she finally peeled him away, his sapped body dangled in front of her again, covered in black lint sticking to him with the sweat, his face totally red and his blonde locks matted back to the point they had been stained brown. The princess finally set him down on one of the other stumps they used as makeshift seats around the campfire, and for a brief moment, he thought she was letting him go, finally.

“Th-thank you princess!”

But, his gratitude was short-lived. The color drained from his face, as he watched her stand up, hook her thumbs around the hem of her stockings, and start slowly peeling them down off her body.

Link closed his eyes and whimpered with defeat as he realized this was far from over…

Zelda flexed her toes, which were slightly sweaty and had pieces of lint packed in between them. Rubbing them together for the friction was a source of relief. She loved the feeling, how relieving it was to flex her feet in the open again like this.

“Ahh…much better…but I need a little more from you.”

She smiled down at him almost sweetly enough it made him feel sick. Her heel propped up on the top of the stump she’d set him down upon, and he found himself staring face to foot with a sticky sole. The smell of it was overwhelmingly strong, a stale stench that could only have been formed from spending hours walking in those stuffy boots.

“I could really use a foot massage right now. So, get to work.”

Her order drained the color from his face like a plughole. He stared at the skin in front of him, scared to go any closer, but with a warning look, Zelda eventually coaxed him into it.

With trembling feet, he made his way closer towards it. He approached the sole and reached out with his hands, finally pressing them into the plush skin. It was as sticky as expected, and gave way easily as he began kneading it like some massive portion of dough. He was diligent about it, using his tiny elbows and everything, and Zelda peered down at him from her position, impressed.

“Not bad…that feels pretty good, little guy…”

Link groaned, hating how pathetic this was all making him feel. But he just kept working away, massaging diligently while Zelda leaned back on her hands, tilting her head and groaning with utter pleasure. Just what she wanted. At his size he was able to get every knot, even the tiniest ones.

He eventually used the force of his entire body to try and please her, pressing his whole form against the dank surface of her sole, feeling her tilt her foot slightly until he was very abruptly knocked back off of his feet and was laying there right under her.

As she pressed her foot on top of him and rolled him against her tacky skin, he realized how easily she could crush him into a pancake. It would only take a little extra effort…she could kill him with just the slightest amount more pressure…

Eventually she seemed to be satisfied enough with his efforts though, and lifted her foot again, letting him breathe in some fresher air.

“Good…that’s good…”

She sat up straight again and looked down at him pointedly. 

“Good enough anyway. Could be better.”

Link stepped back, by quite a few steps just to get a little more distant from the stench. It was stuck to him though, it literally seemed to have seeped into the fabric of his clothes, suffocating and stuffy. He groaned, grossed out, but Zelda was quick to snap her fingers loud enough to make him flinch, and give him a warning, near-threatening look.

“Now don’t you start complaining. You drag me all over Hyrule with you, I have to walk countless miles just to keep you company, and what’s my reward? Aching, sweaty feet. So this is the least you owe me.”

Link was made acutely aware of his pathetic size in that moment. Her shadow was cast over him to the extent it literally felt like he was swallowed in darkness. He staggered backwards on his tiny feet by a couple of shaky steps, and held his hands up innocently, not wanting her to punish him.

“Z-Zelda…I thought you wanted to come with me…”

She gave a dramatic eye roll and sat back on her stump, pulling her stockings and shoes back on again. When she was finished, she looked at Link pointedly, before sighing with frustration as he tried to speak more and she could barely hear him. Didn’t he realize how miniscule he was right now? 

“How do you expect me to be able to hear a word you’re saying when you’re all the way down there?” she asked pointedly, before leaning forward and reaching for him, snatching him up in her gloved hand and lifting him up so he was level with her face.

Up close like this, Link was made aware of every tiny little detail of her visage, all of which had now been amplified to a crazy degree. Every pore on her skin was large enough that he could see it. Every inhale of air through her nose sucked at the fabric of his clothes and made them ripple with the force. He could even see the droplets of sweat on her skin that came from sitting by a hot campfire in the night, clinging to her, large as his hands.

“Huh…”

Zelda breathed out, and it washed against him in a heated gust. It was a sweet, humid scent, that came from between those parted, plush pink lips. Up close he noticed it too, how soft they looked, slightly slick with saliva. 

They became more slick, when she suddenly breathed in roughly, inhaling his scent now, and she ran her tongue against her bottom lip.

“You know…even if you were just shoved between my toes…somehow you still smell good…”

What ‘good’ constituted in this circumstance, he was afraid to ask. But he was about to find out.

From below, what felt like miles from his shrunken perspective, he could hear her stomach gurgle emptily, needily, and her grip on him tightened slightly. Link looked up into her eyes, which were focused on him. Those lips of hers curled up at the corners into a suggestive smirk, and her tongue darted out to wet them again.

“And wow…all that walking didn’t just make my feet hurt. It’s got me feeling pretty hungry too…”

A chill crackled up his spine, as he came to realize exactly where her mind was going.

And exactly where he might end up going next…

“No no no, Zelda, listen to me–”

She laid a hand against her stomach, rubbing it slightly, never tearing her eyes away from Link for even a split second. It was like her mind was already made up, and Link suspected there was no easy reasoning with her at this point. 

“Y-you’re not a monster! You can’t do that to me!”

Zelda just smiled and let out a wry little chuckle when he said that. No, she didn’t think of herself as a monster either, that was right. But she did think of herself as being remarkably peckish right now…

“Oh hush, you’ll be fine. You’re the elf who faced Ganondorf, are you really that worried about being eaten by a pretty princess like me?”

Link could have choked on his own dismay. He just couldn’t believe it, was she actually being serious? Was she actually going to do that to him?

Well, she didn’t give him a great amount of time to ponder her fate, before she pinched his waist tighter and prepared. 

“Link,” she whispered, her voice a gentle, yet omnipotent rumble to his tiny ears. “You’ve always been the hero, always the one to save me. Tonight, things are different.”

She slowly brought him closer to her lips, her breath warm and fragrant, washing over him like a gentle breeze. Link’s struggles intensified, but there was no escape. She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue flicking out to taste the air around him. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down her spine.

Zelda lowered him further, her lips parting wider to accommodate his tiny form. She placed him gently on her tongue, the taste of him mingling with the remnants of the tea she had sipped earlier. Link’s struggles were frantic now, but he was powerless against the soft, moist surface of her tongue. She savored the moment, the feeling of his tiny body against her taste buds, every movement amplified to a symphony of sensation.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she drew him deeper into her mouth, closing her lips behind him. The darkness inside her mouth was absolute, save for the occasional glimpse of light as her lips parted slightly. She could feel him squirming, his tiny hands pushing against her cheeks, his movements tickling her palate. It was almost too much to bear, the blend of power and pleasure.

She held him there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his tiny form, before she began to playfully move him around with her tongue. Each shift, each roll sent him tumbling, his cries of fear and anger muffled by the walls of her mouth. The vibrations of his voice tickled her senses, making her giggle softly.

Finally, Zelda tilted her head back slightly and swallowed. She felt a small lump move down her throat, the sensation both exhilarating and final. A shiver ran through her as she realized the full extent of what she had done. She had consumed the hero of Hyrule, taken him into herself completely.

For a moment, she sat in silence, her hand resting on her throat, feeling the last traces of his presence within her.

Inside Zelda's stomach, the environment was stifling and dark. Link, shrunken and powerless, found himself surrounded by the walls of her stomach, which undulated rhythmically around him. The air was thick with humidity, and the sound of her heartbeat and the gurgling of her digestive system filled his ears, a constant reminder of his dire situation.

The walls of her stomach were slick and warm, pressing against him from all sides. Each movement Zelda made outside was magnified within, jostling him around in the tight, confined space. He could feel the faint pulsation of her body, each beat of her heart sending a subtle ripple through the walls that enclosed him.

While on the outside she sat there quite casually, though while still simultaneously settling with the reality of what she had done, inside, it was gradually becoming chaos for Link.

Inside Zelda's stomach, the oppressive darkness was only the beginning of Link's ordeal. The air was thick and humid, carrying the acrid scent of digestive enzymes and the remnants of her last meal. The temperature was steadily rising, the warmth almost suffocating as he struggled to find stable footing on the slick, undulating floor of her stomach.

Link's skin began to tingle uncomfortably as the first effects of digestion started to take hold. The gastric juices, which had pooled in small quantities around him, were beginning to work on his tiny form. He could feel a stinging sensation where the enzymes made contact, a relentless burning that crept over his body with increasing intensity.

The walls of Zelda's stomach pulsed and contracted around him, aiding the digestive process. Each movement sent waves of the acidic liquid sloshing against him, exacerbating the burning sensation. His clothes offered little protection, quickly becoming soaked and beginning to disintegrate under the onslaught of digestive fluids.

From the outside, Zelda felt these subtle movements and shifts. Her heightened awareness allowed her to perceive the minute struggles within, and she could sense the change in his movements—from frantic and purposeful to weaker, more desperate. She couldn't feel the exact pain he was experiencing, but the knowledge of it filled her with a mixture of power and remorse.

She placed both hands on her stomach, pressing down gently. The pressure caused the contents of her stomach to shift slightly, and she could imagine Link being jostled within. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations inside her, feeling the weakening of his struggles as digestion continued.

Link's breathing became ragged as the pain intensified. The stinging had turned into a persistent, searing agony that spread across his entire body. His skin felt raw and tender, and his muscles ached from the constant effort to stay upright in the churning environment. The air was becoming more difficult to breathe, the oxygen levels diminishing as the stomach's digestive processes took precedence.

He tried to call out, but his voice was lost in the rhythmic gurgling and churning of Zelda's stomach. The sound of her heartbeat was a distant, steady thump, a cruel reminder of the life that continued on the other side of the walls that now imprisoned him.

Outside, Zelda felt a profound stillness settle over her as Link's movements grew increasingly faint.

Would he even survive this?

As Zelda felt Link’s movements grow weaker, a sense of finality washed over her. The power and pleasure of having consumed the hero of Hyrule were still fresh in her mind, but now a different emotion began to settle in—one of contemplation and anticipation. She knew what would come next.

Maybe he thought it was over. But that was the wrong assumption to make.

Inside her stomach, Link's ordeal continued. The gastric juices worked relentlessly, breaking down his tiny form. His skin felt raw and blistered, the burning pain now almost unbearable. He clung to the last vestiges of consciousness, each breath a struggle as the air grew thinner and the environment hotter. His mind raced with fear and confusion, unable to comprehend how his life had come to this moment.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, the agony reached its peak, and then there was nothing. Darkness enveloped him completely, and he felt his consciousness slip away.

Outside, Zelda's eyes fluttered open. She felt the stillness inside her and knew that Link's struggles had ceased. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of completion. But she also knew that she had not truly taken his life. The magic she had used ensured that he would survive, no matter what happened to him inside her.

A few moments later, Zelda heard a faint pop, like the sound of air being displaced. She turned her head toward the sound and saw Link, back to his normal size, standing on a tree stump not far from where she sat. His expression was a mixture of shock, relief, and anger.

"Zelda," he began, his voice trembling with a mixture of emotions, "what... what just happened?"

Zelda rose gracefully, smoothing her dress and walking over to him. She knelt down so they were eye level, her gaze softening as she looked at him. "Link, I cast an extra spell to ensure that you wouldn’t truly die. I wanted to experience something profound, but I would never truly harm you."

Link didn’t know how to feel about that. His heart was flipping turns. Even if he didn’t die, it was pure agony in there. Didn’t she get that? Didn’t she comprehend the awful thing she had just done to him, seemingly without even really batting an eye?

“Well…you can turn me back to normal now, right?”

He asked it hopefully, pleadingly, counting on her still having enough affection for him that she’d finally understand he couldn’t bear being like this. However, on the contrary, Zelda shrugged her shoulders then yawned and stretched her arms high, making a cute little squeaking noise out of sleepiness as she shifted in her spot.

“Mm…tomorrow.”

Link found himself wedged tightly between Zelda's enormous breasts for the night, somewhere she knew he wouldn’t easily escape from, a position that was both overwhelming and utterly confining. The soft, warm flesh enveloped him completely, pressing against him from all sides. It was a surreal, almost suffocating experience, made all the more intense by the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply in her sleep.

The darkness between her breasts was nearly complete, save for the occasional flicker of light from the campfire that managed to penetrate the small gaps. The heat was stifling, and the pressure of her breasts against his body made it difficult to move. He could feel the steady thud of her heartbeat, a powerful reminder of her immense size and presence, echoing through his tiny form.

Every slight shift of Zelda's body sent waves of movement through the soft, pillowy flesh around him. As she shifted in her sleep, her breasts would press together more tightly, squeezing him further, then relax slightly, giving him brief moments of relief. These movements were unpredictable, causing him to brace himself constantly, never quite sure when the next wave of pressure would come.

The warmth of her skin was almost unbearable, creating a humid environment that made it hard to breathe. Sweat began to form on his own skin, mixing with the slight sheen of moisture on hers. The scent of her body—sweet and subtly floral, with the faintest hint of lavender—filled his nostrils, a constant reminder of his proximity to her.

Despite the discomfort, there was a strange sense of security in the enveloping embrace of her breasts. The softness of her skin was a stark contrast to the rigid confines of her stomach earlier. Here, the danger was less immediate, though no less daunting. He could feel the rhythmic pulsation of her heartbeat, a steady, almost soothing cadence that began to lull him into a drowsy state despite himself.

As the night wore on, Zelda’s unconscious movements became a torturous rhythm. She would occasionally roll slightly to one side, causing her breasts to shift and press against him from different angles. Each movement was accompanied by a shift in pressure and warmth, making it impossible for him to find any real comfort. Her breathing would sometimes quicken, indicating a dream or a change in sleep cycle, and the pressure around him would increase as her chest rose higher.

Link tried to adjust his position, pushing against the yielding flesh with his arms and legs, but there was little room to maneuver. His efforts were met with brief moments of space, only for her body to shift again, closing in around him once more. The softness of her skin and the plushness of her breasts created a paradox of comfort and confinement that kept him perpetually on edge.

At times, he could hear her murmuring softly in her sleep, her breath warm and gentle against his tiny body. The sound was both reassuring and disconcerting, a reminder of the strange intimacy of their situation. He was acutely aware of every aspect of her body—the slight rise in temperature, the increase in heart rate, the soft sighs that escaped her lips.

There was no way to run. And he had no clue yet what tomorrow might bring…

When Link woke up, he was practically plastered against the inner surface of Zelda’s massive breast, the other pressing down on his face and basically suffocating him. As soon as he tried to take a breath and struggled, he frantically began pushing up against the plush surface, trying to create some space for himself.

“Z-Zelda!”

All his lashing and kicking out created a tickle from her perspective, and she sat up suddenly, basically being jolted awake and in the process, causing him to bounce right out of her breasts and fall down onto the surface of her crotch.

“Huh…” 

Stretching and yawning, she cleared the sleep from her eyes then looked down and spotted where Link was. A smirk curled at the corners of her lips, suggestively so.

“Well well, isn’t it a little early to be getting back to that?”

Sheepishly, Link pointed up at her gargantuan breasts.

“Y…you almost killed me in there…”

But as per usual, Zelda was dismissive about it, flapping her hand and tutting like he was just being silly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I already made it clear that I’m not going to kill you. I would never do that to you.”

Yeah you’d just keep me sandwiched and suffocating between your breasts for 6 hours straight…

“Now, we should head off to our next location.”

Hateno Village, that was, which was still a bit of a ride from where they had made their campsite. Luckily they had a horse they’d stabled nearby. It was just a matter of riding over there. However, Zelda didn’t intend to just take any old regular ride.

The morning sun climbed higher in the sky as Zelda and Link prepared to set out for the village. The campfire’s embers had long since cooled, and the tranquil forest around them began to stir with life. Birds chirped merrily, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to their departure. Zelda’s horse, the majestic steed Epona, stood patiently as Zelda mounted her. However, this ride would be anything but ordinary for Link.

“Ready, Link?” Zelda asked with a sly smile, looking down at his diminutive form. Without waiting for a response, she dropped him on the saddle. He looked up at her with a mix of apprehension and resignation, knowing he had little choice in the matter.

Zelda positioned herself on the saddle, deliberately seating herself directly on top of Link’s tiny body. The leather was already warm from the morning sun, but the pressure of her weight bore down on him immediately, trapping him beneath her. His small form was nestled in the curve of the saddle, completely enveloped by the soft but unyielding weight of her behind.

As she adjusted her position, Zelda could feel the subtle movements of Link beneath her, a constant reminder of his presence. Each shift she made in the saddle caused him to be pressed and tormented, the leather creaking softly as she settled in. She took the reins in her hands, giving them a gentle tug to signal Epona to start moving.

With a soft nicker, Epona began to walk, the rhythmic clop of her hooves resonating through the forest path. Each step sent a jolt through the saddle, which in turn pressed Link deeper into the unforgiving leather. The motion was relentless, a steady, bouncing rhythm that made it impossible for him to find any relief.

Zelda was acutely aware of the sensations below her. The tiny movements of Link, his struggles, and the occasional muffled sounds of discomfort all served to heighten her awareness of their intimate connection. She tried to focus on the journey ahead, the familiar route to Hateno Village, but her mind kept drifting back to the tiny form beneath her.

As they rode on, the initial discomfort for Link turned into a relentless torment. Each step of the horse pressed him harder against the saddle, his body trapped beneath the unyielding weight of Zelda. The warmth of her body seeped through his clothes, creating a humid and oppressive environment. His breathing was labored, each inhale a struggle against the crushing pressure.

“Are you holding up down there, my little hero?” Zelda teased, her voice laced with amusement. “I hope I’m not being too rough on you.” Her words were sweet, but there was a playful edge to them that made Link’s predicament feel even more humiliating.

She shifted her weight deliberately, causing a fresh wave of pressure to roll over him. “Oh dear, did that hurt? You must be so uncomfortable. Don’t worry, it’s just a short ride to Hateno Village,” she added with a giggle.

The journey continued, the steady pace of Epona’s hooves a metronome of torment. The forest path gradually gave way to open fields, the expanse of Hyrule stretching out before them. The sun climbed higher, its rays beating down and adding to the heat that radiated from Zelda’s body. She could feel the sweat beginning to form on her skin, the combination of exertion and the warm morning sun creating a sheen of moisture.

Despite the discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill in the power she held over Link. The sensation of his tiny struggles beneath her, the knowledge that he was entirely at her mercy, sent a shiver of excitement through her. She could feel herself becoming flustered, her heartbeat quickening in response to the intimate connection they shared.

“Link,” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of Epona’s hooves. “How are you holding up down there?”

She didn’t expect an answer, but the mere act of speaking to him heightened her awareness of his presence. She adjusted her position slightly, her thighs pressing more firmly against the saddle. The motion elicited a muffled groan from beneath her, a sound that sent a thrill down her spine.

The journey to Hateno Village was not a short one, and as the hours passed, the relentless motion of the horse began to take its toll on both of them. For Link, the constant pressure and lack of relief turned every minute into an ordeal. His body ached from the unyielding weight, and his mind struggled to stay focused through the pain and discomfort.

For Zelda, the experience was a mix of exhilaration and distraction. She could feel the mounting tension within herself, a growing flustered sensation that was difficult to ignore. Each tiny movement of Link, each subtle shift and press, only served to heighten her awareness of him. Her breathing became more shallow, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of exertion and something deeper, more primal.

As they approached the outskirts of Hateno Village, Zelda decided to take a brief rest. She pulled on the reins, bringing Epona to a gentle halt by a shaded grove of trees. The sudden stop sent a final jolt through Link, pressing him deeper into the saddle one last time before the pressure finally eased.

Zelda dismounted gracefully, her movements fluid and practiced. As she did, she felt an unusual sensation on her backside. She reached back and, with a giggle, found Link plastered to her. His tiny body was stuck to her tight buttcheek, his face a picture of exhaustion and resignation.

“Oh my, look at you!” Zelda exclaimed, clearly amused. “You’re still hanging on, aren’t you?” She gently peeled him off her backside, holding him up to her face with a mischievous smile. “I suppose I really did put you through quite the ordeal.”

Link looked up at her, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Zelda, that was... intense,” he managed to say, his voice trembling slightly.

Zelda chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that made Link’s predicament seem even more surreal. “I must admit, it was quite an experience for me too,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “But don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

She set him down gently on the grass, allowing him to catch his breath and stretch his limbs. She knelt beside him, her fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Let’s take a short break,” she said softly, her voice warm with concern.

Link lay on the grass, taking deep, ragged breaths. The coolness of the earth was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat he had endured. His body ached, every muscle protesting the ordeal he had been through, but the relief of being free from the constant pressure was overwhelming.

In a weird way though…he was kind of getting used to being her tiny little toy.

As they entered Hateno Village, Zelda was careful to keep Link concealed. The village was bustling with activity, and she knew it would be difficult to explain the presence of a tiny, shrunken hero to anyone. The picturesque, if very mushroom-y town, was totally unaware of what was going to take place here. 

With a devious glint in her eye, Zelda pondered her next move. The thrill of having such power over Link had ignited a playful, almost mischievous side in her. She wanted to find a new way to torment him, one that would be intimate yet hidden from prying eyes. As they approached the inn where they would be staying, an idea began to form in her mind.

The innkeeper, Prima, greeted Zelda warmly. “Princess Zelda, it’s such an honor to have you here. Your room is ready.”

“Thank you, Prima,” Zelda replied with a gracious smile. She cast a quick glance at Link, who was tucked discreetly between her breasts again. “I’ll be needing some privacy, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, Your Highness. If you need anything, just let us know.”

Once they were safely inside their room, Zelda closed the door behind them and set Link down on a small table. The room was modest but comfortable, with a large bed, a wardrobe, and a small window that let in the afternoon sunlight. Link stretched his limbs, his muscles still sore from the ride, and looked up at Zelda with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Zelda, what are you planning now?” he asked, his voice tinged with unease.

She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough, my little hero. But first, let’s make sure no one can interrupt us.”

Zelda moved to the window and closed the curtains, casting the room into a gentle twilight. She then retrieved a small, intricately carved box from her belongings and opened it to reveal an array of magical artifacts. Selecting a slender, silver ring, she slipped it onto her finger and murmured a few arcane words. A shimmering barrier formed around the room, ensuring their privacy.

“There, now we won’t be disturbed,” she said, turning back to Link with a satisfied smile. She approached the table and leaned down, her face level with his. “I’ve been thinking, Link. You’ve always been the brave hero, always in control. But now, it’s my turn to be in control.”

With a swift, deliberate motion, Zelda picked him up and brought him to the bed. She sat down, her back against the headboard, and placed him gently on her lap. Her hands moved with purpose, undoing the fastenings of her boots and slipping them off. She wiggled her toes, enjoying the sensation of freedom, and then turned her attention back to Link.

“I think you’ll be quite comfortable here,” she said sweetly, lifting him and positioning him between her thighs. Her legs were bare, smooth, and warm, the skin soft and inviting. The muscles beneath were firm and unyielding, a stark reminder of her physical strength.

Link’s heart raced as he found himself trapped between Zelda’s thighs. The space was confining, the heat from her body creating a humid, intimate atmosphere. Her skin pressed against him from all sides, the gentle, rhythmic pulsing of her muscles a constant reminder of her power over him.

Zelda leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, and watched Link with a mischievous smile. “How does it feel, Link? To be so close to me, yet so utterly helpless?”

His response was a mixture of frustration and helplessness. “Zelda, please… this is… it’s too much.”

“Oh, is it now?” she teased, giving her thighs a slight squeeze. The pressure increased, her smooth skin pressing tighter against him, making it difficult for him to move. “I think you can handle it. After all, you’re the hero of Hyrule.”

She shifted slightly, her legs flexing and relaxing in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement caused the muscles to ripple and press against him, creating a constant, undulating pressure. Link could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the soft scent of her body filling his senses. The environment was both suffocating and intoxicating, a blend of discomfort and arousal that left him dizzy.

Zelda’s fingers traced light patterns on her thighs, the touch sending subtle vibrations through the muscles that encased him. “You know, I’ve always admired your bravery, Link. But now, it’s quite thrilling to see you like this, completely at my mercy.”

Her words were a soft whisper, but they carried a weight that pressed down on him as surely as her thighs did. The intimate setting, the closeness of their bodies, and the undeniable power dynamics created a heady mix that left Link feeling vulnerable and exposed.

She continued to move her legs, the rhythm steady and unrelenting. Each squeeze and release sent fresh waves of pressure through his tiny form, his body molded by the contours of her thighs. The heat and humidity became more oppressive, making it harder for him to breathe. His heart pounded in his chest, the relentless pressure and closeness driving him to the edge of his endurance.

Occasionally, Zelda would lean down and whisper to him her breath warm and fragrant. “You look so adorable down there, struggling against me. Does it excite you, Link? Knowing that I have complete control over you?”

Her words sent shivers through his body, the mixture of humiliation and arousal almost too much to bear. He tried to respond, but the pressure made it difficult to form coherent words. All he could manage were soft, gasping sounds that only seemed to amuse her further.

As the afternoon wore on, Zelda continued her playful torment, shifting and adjusting her position to maintain the pressure on Link. She reveled in the power she held over him, the intimate connection heightening her senses and filling her with a heady mix of dominance and desire.

At one point, she lifted him slightly and repositioned him so that he was pressed even tighter against her, his face nestled against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The closeness was overwhelming, the scent of her body filling his senses and making it hard to think clearly. Her skin was smooth and slightly damp with sweat, the heat radiating from her in waves.

“Do you like being so close to me, Link?” she asked, her voice a soft purr. “I can feel your tiny heart beating so fast. It’s quite thrilling, knowing I have such an effect on you.”

Link’s response was a mixture of muffled gasps and soft whimpers, his body struggling to endure the relentless pressure and heat. Every movement she made sent fresh waves of sensation through him, the combination of pain and arousal creating a dizzying, almost surreal experience.

Zelda continued to shift and adjust, her thighs flexing and pressing against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The pressure was constant, unyielding, a reminder of her absolute control over him. The environment was stifling, the heat and humidity making it difficult for him to breathe. His skin was slick with sweat, his muscles aching from the constant strain.

Despite the discomfort, there was a part of him that found the experience intoxicating. Being close to her like this...He couldn’t deny the arousal that pulsed through his body, the thrill of being so completely at her mercy.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow through the curtains, Zelda finally released him from her thighs. She lifted him gently and set him on the bed, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection.

“You’ve been such a good sport, Link,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I hope you enjoyed our little game.”

Link lay on the bed, his body aching and exhausted, soaked in sweat. He looked up at Zelda, seeing the playful glint in her eyes, and managed a small, weary smile.

“I don’t know if ‘enjoy’ is the right word,” he replied, his voice hoarse. “But it was… certainly an experience.”

Zelda chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that filled the room. “I’m glad to hear it. And don’t worry, there will be plenty more experiences like this in the future.”

With that, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, a gesture of both affection and dominance. Link closed his eyes and rested.

The first light of dawn filtered through the gauzy curtains of the inn’s bedroom, casting a gentle, golden hue over the room. Zelda stirred awake with a soft, satisfied sigh, the remnants of a dream lingering at the edges of her consciousness. She stretched languorously, her body arching as she shook off the last vestiges of sleep. 

This morning, she was feeling playful. Not just playful, but hungry.

Zelda’s movements were deliberate as she slowly brought herself into a sitting position, her legs remaining slightly parted. She glanced down with a playful glint in her eyes, her fingers reaching between her thighs to gently grasp Link. He was barely awake, his tiny body shivering slightly from the residual heat and pressure of her legs. She could feel his tiny struggles as he tried to adjust to the sudden motion.

With a teasing smile, Zelda carefully lifted Link out from between her thighs, holding him delicately between her fingers. She observed him with amusement, noting how disheveled and disoriented he looked after being trapped in such a confined space. His tiny form was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his hair tousled and his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust to the new surroundings.

“Good morning, Link,” Zelda said softly, her voice a blend of sweetness and mockery. “I hope you slept well.”

She placed Link gently on the bed next to her, giving him a brief moment to gather his bearings. The bed was still warm from the night’s sleep, and Zelda’s movements had left a faint imprint where she had been lying. The contrast between the soft bed and the intense heat of her thighs must have been a shock to him. Not to mention how soaked through he was at this point thanks to the sweat from her skin, the clammy crevasse he had been shoved into. 

Zelda stretched and yawned, giving Link a teasing glance. Her stomach rumbled softly, reminding her of her hunger. To him, the sound must have been magnanimous. 

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she glanced back at her tiny captive, who was still trying to orient himself, and a playful smile touched her lips.

Zelda swung her legs over the side of the bed and slipped her feet into a pair of soft slippers. She padded across the room, her robe rustling softly around her. She had a hearty appetite this morning, and the inn’s breakfast offerings were just what she needed. With Link in hand, she made her way down to the dining area, her steps light and purposeful. The smell of freshly cooked bacon, sizzling sausages, and warm pancakes filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of brewed coffee. The inn was already bustling with early-morning patrons who chatted and enjoyed their meals.

She scanned the room and found a cozy table near a window. The morning sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow on the wooden surfaces. Zelda sat down, placing Link carefully on the table and making sure he was hidden from the other diners. The breakfast spread was laid out in front of her, and she glanced down at Link with a wicked smile.

Zelda picked up a slice of crispy bacon and placed it on her plate. She deliberately leaned over the table, allowing Link to see the towering food items that surrounded him. The sight of the towering stacks of pancakes and the glistening bacon must have seemed overwhelming from his tiny perspective. Zelda’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she cut a piece of pancake into smaller portions, deliberately dropping one piece next to him.

Her plan was clear: she would drop Link into her breakfast and make him part of her meal, all while pretending to seriously consider eating him. The thought of him struggling amidst the food, and the shocked expressions of the other diners if they knew, was a delicious thrill.

Zelda took her time, savoring the build-up. She picked up a fork, eyeing Link with a playful, almost predatory gaze. “Well, Link,” she said softly, her voice low and teasing, “it looks like you’re about to become part of my breakfast. How does that sound?”

Her movements were slow and deliberate. She nudged Link toward the edge of the plate with her fork, her eyes never leaving him. The edges of the plate seemed to loom larger and larger as she guided him closer, the anticipation growing with each second. Link’s tiny body trembled, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Zelda’s gaze was a mixture of amusement and feigned seriousness as she poised the fork, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. She leaned in slightly, her breath warm and close, making sure Link could see the fork descending toward him. The moment was charged with tension, the potential of the act hanging heavy in the air.

Her eyes gleamed and her stomach gurgled eagerly. Part of her wanted to do it. To know what it was like to taste him, to eat him, to make him a part of her body. She was so tempted to just shove him in her mouth and swallow him whole.

Just as the fork was about to make contact, Zelda suddenly halted. Her eyes widened in mock surprise, and then she burst into laughter. The sound was infectious, and she couldn’t contain her amusement any longer.

“Oh, come on, Link!” she laughed, her voice filled with genuine mirth. “I’m just teasing you. You didn’t really think I’d eat you, did you?”

Using the tip of the fork, she nudged him over roughly. Link fell back into a puddle of syrup, doused in the stickiness. He grimaced as he looked up at his giantess captor, laughing at him, mocking him. His little fists clenched.

It was humiliation after humiliation. And he was getting damn tired of it now.

For most of the day, Zelda carried Link around like some little toy or doll. She no longer seemed to really see him as a person, and he was fully aware of it.

At least she wasn’t trying to hurt him, and hadn’t actually eaten him or anything as awful as that. But still, the degradation was exhausting. And he began to worry; when was she going to turn him back to normal?

Back in her quarters, after a day of carting him around between her breasts and out of sight from everyone else in the village, Zelda finally slid him out of his now slightly sweaty, plush prison, and set Link down on the bed, his tiny body looking so fragile against the vastness of her world.

Zelda’s heart raced as she looked at him. That familiar flutter of excitement grew in her chest as the memories from before played back in her mind—how she had him trapped beneath her while they rode into the village, every movement of his body squirming against her. The sensation, the heat of power she had felt knowing he was hers, hers to control, to play with, was intoxicating. And now, as she stood over him, towering and impossibly large, she felt that same thrill rise again.

She wanted to feel that again.

"Link..." she murmured softly, her voice rich with desire. There was a teasing note to it, but something deeper too—a hunger. Her fingers reached out to brush against his tiny form, tracing his outline with the lightest of touches. The heat of her skin was intense against him, sending a shiver through his small body as he recoiled slightly from her touch.

The way she whispered his name sent a ripple through him, his heart pounding in his chest as he met her gaze. The glint in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly, spoke of something far more intimate than anything they had shared before. "I’ve been thinking about earlier," Zelda continued, her voice a seductive purr. "The way you felt beneath me... It was thrilling, having you so close, so… helpless."

Link’s eyes widened as her words sank in, and he took an instinctive step back, but there was nowhere to go. He was utterly trapped, and she knew it.

"Z-Zelda, please… this isn’t—"

"Oh, but it is, Link," she interrupted him sweetly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "You don’t realize just how much I’ve always wanted this… how much I’ve wanted you."

Without giving him time to respond, Zelda reached down and effortlessly scooped him into her hand, her fingers wrapping around him in a way that was both gentle and possessive. Her grip, though soft, made it clear there was no escape. The warmth of her skin enveloped him completely, and as she lifted him closer to her face, he could feel her breath wash over him, warm and sweet.

Her lips curved into a playful smile as she tilted her head, her eyes dark with desire. "You’ve always been the hero, Link. But tonight, you’re mine. And I intend to enjoy every moment of it."

Slowly, deliberately, Zelda began lowering him, dragging his tiny form down the length of her body. The soft fabric of her dress brushed against him, but it was the heat of her skin beneath that sent waves of warmth through his already trembling body. As she moved him lower, over her chest, he could feel her heartbeat—steady and strong.

“Zelda please, just turn me back! Just turn me back to normal, I’m begging you!!”

Even pleading so desperately, she was too horny to care what he wanted.

Zelda’s breathing became heavier as she pressed him closer to her, her movements deliberate, teasing, as if savoring the sensation of his helplessness against her. She slid him further, down to her stomach, the smooth curve of her abdomen rising and falling with each breath she took. He could feel the tautness of her muscles beneath her soft skin, the heat radiating from her as she played with him.

Every subtle shift of her body sent him tumbling against her, his tiny limbs brushing over the expanse of her skin. She dragged him lower still, her fingers pressing him intimately against the fabric of her tight pants, her touch becoming more deliberate. Link’s heart raced, his breath quickening as he realized the full extent of her intentions.

"Do you feel that?" Zelda whispered, her voice barely above a breath, yet it reverberated through him like a command. "Do you feel how much power I have over you?"

She pressed him harder against her thigh now, sliding him slowly along the length of it, her body reacting to every small twitch and movement he made. She reveled in the sensation, her breath hitching as she grew more aroused by his helplessness. "You can’t escape, Link. You’re mine."

Zelda’s teasing grew bolder as she dragged him back up her body, the friction between them igniting sparks of pleasure in her that made her breath come in short gasps. She couldn’t deny the excitement coursing through her—having him so close, so intimate, completely at her mercy. Every slight movement he made only heightened her own arousal, his tiny form sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

As she held him just above her chest, Zelda looked down at him, her eyes dark with lust. The firelight flickered behind her, casting an ethereal glow around her as she smiled. "You’re going to make me feel good tonight, Link," she purred softly, her voice dripping with sensuality. "And I know you’ll enjoy it too."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pressed him between her breasts, her fingers guiding him down into the warm, soft valley of her chest. The heat there was overwhelming, her skin flushed with desire as she pressed him deeper, trapping him in place. Her heart pounded beneath him, a steady, rhythmic pulse that reverberated through his entire body. The weight of her breasts on either side of him made it difficult to move, to breathe, as she continued to hold him there, savoring the sensation.

Zelda’s own breathing grew ragged as she felt him struggle beneath her, the faint movements of his body sending jolts of pleasure through her. She could feel him, trapped and helpless, and it only excited her more. She shifted slightly, pressing her chest together, squeezing him between the soft flesh of her breasts, each movement making her bite her lip in pleasure.

"Does it feel good, Link?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Being so close to me? So completely… mine?"

She shifted her body again, this time laying back on the bed, letting gravity press him even further into her. The weight of her breasts now fully pinned him, his tiny body utterly trapped beneath her as she sighed softly, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"Don’t worry," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "It’s not going to kill you…”

Slowly, Link was dragged all the way back down again, across the length of her body which felt like Hyrule Field itself, and he whimpered as he was pushed beneath the confines of her tight pants.

He knew where he was headed.

With Zelda’s fingers closed around Link’s tiny body like this, there was no fighting whatever she intended to do with him. Whatever messed up, twisted, awful things she had planned for him. He just had to accept his fate. 

She dragged him downward, her soft skin gliding beneath him like an unstoppable current. His heart pounded in his chest, the warmth of her hand enveloping him, watching as the hem of her pants came closer and closer like some sort of ominous wall. 

He whimpered as she slid him down past her stomach, which rose and fell with her increasingly heated breaths. Every inch he descended felt like crossing a vast, living landscape, the curvature of her body pressing and shifting against him as he was drawn lower and lower.

The air around him thickened as she pushed him beneath the waistband of her pants, and the pressure immediately intensified. Plunged into darkness, he quivered, knowing he’d surely soon be nestled right up against the most tender, sensual part of her body. 

The fabric was tight, pressing in from all sides, hugging every contour of her body, and forcing him into closer contact with her than ever before. The sensation was suffocating, the heat from her skin amplified in the dark, cramped space, and the soft, rhythmic pulses of her heartbeat were his only company.

I’ve been in plenty of caves before, tight squeezes…

But this is…seriously claustrophobic…

Zelda let out a soft, breathy laugh that vibrated through her, the sound muffled yet powerful to his tiny ears. “Oh, Link,” she whispered, her voice low and thick with a mix of desire and amusement, “you always knew you’d end up here, didn’t you?”

He didn’t need to see her face to know the satisfied smirk that undoubtedly curled her lips as she adjusted him within the tight confines of her pants. His small frame was pressed directly against her, the humid air around him growing even thicker with every passing second. He could feel the warmth of her body radiating through the fabric, her heat pulsing against his skin, soaking him in an intimate, overpowering closeness.

The pressure grew worse with each shift of her hips, her subtle movements sending shockwaves through the tight fabric, jostling him deeper against her. He could feel the dampness begin to cling to him, a mixture of her sweat and the heat of her growing arousal as her body responded to the sensation of having him so helpless, so intimately trapped. 

His chest was pinned taut up against her plush, slightly moist pink pussy lips, and he felt her rubbery clit brush against the top of his head, twitching. In the distance, he could hear her intake a breath sharply, and he grimaced. 

I always knew I’d end up here?

No. Even if she was just darkly teasing him, regardless, he would outright refute that. This was the last thing he would have ever wanted or expected from her. She was like a literal living, breathing hell for him now, someone becoming crueler and less gentle with every decision she made about what to do with him.

It was beginning to feel like she wouldn’t even mind if he got seriously hurt, or died. Like she was only caring about her own pleasure, because she had been expected to be such a good girl princess for so long…

The slickness between her legs increased, and Link’s body, already drenched in her warmth, began to slip further against her with every slight motion. The humid air clung to his skin, making it hard to breathe as the fabric of her pants pressed him tighter, leaving no space for him to escape. His hands scrambled uselessly against the soft folds of her body, every inch of him overwhelmed by her scent, her heat, her presence.

It wasn’t necessarily an unpleasant smell. At least for him, he was somewhat lucky that she had bathed earlier. He could still smell some of the floral soap on her skin, but it was steadily becoming overpowered by her own musky arousal. 

Zelda shifted slightly, adjusting herself as she leaned back against the pillows and settled more comfortably, her breathing heavy, her hand still resting over him as if to remind him that he was entirely in her control. She let out a soft sigh, the sound filled with satisfaction as she felt his tiny, trembling body pinned against her mound.

“Don’t squirm too much,” she teased, her voice a breathy whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. “You’re right where I want you…but I’ll put you even deeper if you tempt me…”

Link’s blood ran cold. Even facing Ganon didn’t scare him as much as what she had just said there.

Right on cue, as if she already intended to do it, her other hand cupped her crotch and her fingers pressed around until they found his back. Link lurched forward when she applied pressure. For all his efforts, his tiny arms gave way easily, and he was smushed up against her pussy mercilessly. 

Zelda let out a soft, breathy moan as she felt him pressed deeper into her, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her. “Mmm, that’s better,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible to him, but the vibrations of it made his situation all the more visceral. She adjusted her fingers, pressing him down even harder, as if she were molding him to fit perfectly against her.

Link gasped, though the sound was swallowed by the oppressive tightness surrounding him. Her fingers, firm and deliberate, continued to push, forcing him into every curve, every slick fold of her body. His arms were pinned awkwardly against his sides, his legs barely able to move as the pressure overwhelmed him. The heat was unbearable, every inch of him drenched in the humid, suffocating warmth of her arousal.

All he could smell and feel was her. His chest was pushed forward so hard that it began to slip between the folds, like he was being sucked inside of the tender, throbbing cavern. 

Zelda’s fingers moved in slow circles, pressing and grinding him against her in a way that made his entire body ache with the sheer force of it. Every motion caused him to slide helplessly along the soft, slick surface of her, the warmth of her body and the tightness of her pants keeping him completely immobilized. The more she pressed, the more he was pulled into her, the slickness growing thicker, more overwhelming, as her body responded to the sensation of having him so intimately close.

She giggled softly, her fingers tracing his outline again, pushing him deeper still. “You’re just so small,” she murmured, her voice filled with both amusement and satisfaction, “...I might accidentally push you in…”

The sensation of having him trapped there, unable to escape, brought a wicked smile to her lips. Her fingers pressed harder, grinding him deeper into the heat of her body, until every part of him was completely smothered beneath her. 

Now that she thought about it, she wanted to do that. Whistling Hill, Passeri Greenbelt, the Great Plateau…it wasn’t like Link hadn’t gone spelunking before. So he would probably be fine…

Zelda’s breathing grew heavier, her body responding to the sensation of his tiny form pressed so deeply into her. She gave one last, firm push with her fingers, ensuring that he was completely sandwiched between her folds, and then let out a satisfied sigh. Her fingers lingered though, tracing his shape.

“Time for a little adventure, hero…,” she whispered, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

The room was still, the flickering light of the fire casting long shadows across the walls. The only sound was Zelda’s steady breathing, deep and heavy, as she reclined on the bed, basking in the satisfaction of having Link completely at her mercy. Her fingers idly traced the outside of her pants where he was trapped, her lips curled into a soft, knowing smile.

It had been hours that she had been keeping him in there. Almost like he really was some cheap little sex toy she bought at an after hours night market.

Inside the suffocating space beneath her, Link could barely move. The fabric of her pants pressed him so tightly against her skin that every tiny shift of her body sent ripples of heat and pressure through him. The air was thick and stifling, every breath filled with the overwhelming scent of her, a constant reminder of just how powerless he was.

Zelda’s body responded to his helplessness, the heat between her legs growing more intense as she felt his tiny form squirming against her. The sensation of having him so intimately close, so utterly controlled, filled her with a deep, primal satisfaction. She pressed her thighs together slightly, savoring the way his body molded to fit her, the slickness of her arousal making it impossible for him to escape even the smallest bit.

“Link,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, though it felt like a thunderous presence in his world. “Can you feel how much power I have over you right now?” Her fingers slid down over the fabric once again, pressing gently against him, as if to emphasize her words.

He could feel every movement she made, the subtle shifts in her weight, the way her body seemed to pulse with heat around him. The pressure was unbearable, the tightness of the pants pressing him even deeper into her with each passing moment. His limbs were completely immobilized, his face pressed against the damp, warm fabric as her arousal continued to seep through, soaking him in her heat.

Zelda’s hand drifted lower, her fingers trailing along her inner thigh before resting once more against the outline of his tiny body. She bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat as she pressed down on him again, harder this time. “I can feel you struggling,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “But you can’t escape, can you?”

Link’s body tensed as she pressed him even deeper into her, the slick wetness between her legs making it impossible for him to find any purchase. Every slight movement he made only seemed to push him further into her, the tight fabric of her pants acting as a barrier that kept him completely trapped.

He couldn’t escape, she was right. It was more claustrophobic and more overwhelming than anything he had ever experienced. 

Zelda’s breath hitched as she shifted her hips, sending another wave of pressure through him. She could feel every little twitch and squirm he made, each movement only heightening her excitement. Her body reacted to his helplessness, the pleasure building within her as she realized just how completely she controlled him.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her fingers pressing against him in slow, deliberate circles, grinding him deeper into her. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable now, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire. “All mine.”

She leaned back further on the bed, her hand sliding down to her waistband, teasing the edge of her pants as she continued to press him against her with the other. She toyed with the idea of pulling him out, of letting him catch his breath—only to trap him again—but the thought of keeping him where he was, completely enveloped by her, was far too tempting.

Link’s tiny body was slick with sweat and her arousal, his skin burning from the constant pressure. The air around him was thick and humid, making it difficult to breathe. His heart raced, every beat of his pulse matching the rhythm of her own as he felt the weight of her desire pressing down on him. He was completely smothered, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer presence of her.

The wetness became a pool beneath him, seeping into every part of him, his hair, his skin, his clothes—until he was completely drenched in her arousal. Each pulse, each slight movement she made, sent fresh waves of slick moisture over him, smothering him further in her intimate heat. The dampness made his world feel smaller, more confined, the weight of her body pressing him so completely into her that he felt as though he might dissolve into the overwhelming slickness that surrounded him.

The more moist it became, the more it really felt like he might be swallowed entirely inside of her. And if he was, he didn’t imagine he’d have any easy way of coming back. It would be entirely up to her if he did, he was quite literally in her hands right now.

Zelda’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pants now, brushing against his back as she pressed him even closer. The sensation sent a shiver through her body, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the feeling of him trapped so intimately against her. She shifted her hips again, the friction between them sending a spark of pleasure rippling through her.

“Stay right there, my little hero,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over him, the pressure building with each movement. The sensation of having him so close, so utterly powerless, filled her with a deep, consuming pleasure that made her body tremble with anticipation. She could feel the tension building within her, the heat between her legs growing more intense with every passing second.

Link, lost in the oppressive heat of her body, could feel the pulsing intensity of her desire. Every subtle shift of her hips, every slight pressure from her fingers, made it clear that she was enjoying his helplessness in ways he hadn’t fully anticipated. The air was suffocating, his body drenched in her slick heat, and every small movement he made only seemed to feed into her pleasure.

As the night wore on, Zelda’s movements grew more languid, more deliberate, as she savored every moment of having him completely at her mercy. Her fingers continued to tease and press against him, each slow grind sending another wave of pleasure through her. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pressure mounting as she edged closer to release.

Finally, with a soft, breathy moan, Zelda’s body tensed, her fingers pressing down hard on Link, trapping him in place as her body trembled with the force of her climax. The world around him seemed to close in, the pressure unbearable as her pleasure peaked, and for a moment, it felt as though the very air was being squeezed out of him.

As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, Zelda’s body relaxed, her breathing returning to normal. She lay back on the bed, her fingers still resting lightly on the outline of his body, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The heat between her legs was still intense, but the tension had melted away, leaving her feeling content and powerful.

Link, utterly spent, remained trapped beneath her, his body slick with sweat and her arousal. The oppressive weight of her body kept him pinned in place, his senses overwhelmed by the heat and pressure of her. He could hear her breathing slowly return to normal, her body settling into a state of post-orgasmic bliss.

With a soft sigh, Zelda finally withdrew her hand, leaving him where he was, still buried beneath the tight fabric of her pants. Her fingertips were dripping with her own climax. "You did so well, Link," she whispered, her voice filled with both affection and satisfaction. "Maybe I’ll let you out soon… but not just yet."

For now, he would remain where he was—completely enveloped by her, a prisoner of her desire. And though the night had been long and overwhelming, Link knew this was far from over.

As she drifted off to sleep, he spent the entire night in terror that he’d only become a part of her…

Zelda’s morning started like any other did since she had come to this inn. Waking up again, with her tiny little toy shoved somewhere humiliating. In this case, right between her legs. 

Her lips curled into a smile as she could still feel Link squirming a little against her, so utterly helpless and small. He was clearly tired, he probably hadn’t slept, but he was still putting up a tiny little fight. The thrill of control, of having him entirely at her mercy, still thrummed in her veins, mingling with a new, more primal sensation—a deep, nagging hunger.

She sat up in bed, stretching languidly, her long hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves. Her stomach growled faintly, and she absently pressed a hand to it, feeling the emptiness inside. The thought of food made her smile, but as her eyes drifted to her crotch, she thought about the little man nestled there.

The playful thoughts from the night before took on a darker edge as she watched him, his tiny form so fragile in the morning light. She could still remember the warmth of him pressed against her, the feeling of his struggles feeding into her desire. But now, a new idea took root in her mind, one that made her stomach tighten with anticipation. She bit her lip, a glint of something wild in her eyes, and the decision was made.

“Time for breakfast,” she murmured to herself, and slipped her hand between her legs, pulling him out from between her heated lips, already throbbing with some morning arousal.

Link shuddered wearily in her hand, looking at her hopelessly, knowing she was probably going to do something awful to him again. 

Zelda’s smile widened, though there was a sharp edge to it now, a hunger that went beyond simple appetite. She leaned down, bringing her face closer to his, her breath warm against his skin. “Sorry to wake you, my little hero. I’m just feeling a bit… hungry this morning. And I think you might be just what I need to satisfy it.”

His expression shifted from confusion to alarm as the meaning of her words sank in. He began struggling in her pinching grip, but of course he couldn’t get loose. “Zelda, you can’t be serious!” he cried, his voice trembling. “Please, think about what you’re doing! Don’t actually do that for real!!”

But her smile only deepened, her eyes dark with amusement and something deeper, more primal. “Oh, I’ve thought about it, Link. And you’ve been such a good little companion... but now I think it’s time for me to enjoy you in a different way. And I do mean it for real this time…”

Before he could respond, Zelda’s fingers closed tighter around him, enveloping him in her warm grip. He struggled against her hand, but his tiny fists were no match for her strength, and she lifted him effortlessly above her head, holding him aloft. Her touch was firm, yet there was a gentleness to the way she cradled him, as if savoring the last moments before she would indulge fully in her newfound craving.

She brought him closer to her lips, her breath washing over him in hot, rhythmic waves. “It’s nothing personal, Link,” she said softly, her voice a low purr that sent shivers through his body. “But I’ve had my fun with you. I think Hyrule will be safe enough in my hands from now on…”

He looked up at her, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way out. “Zelda, please! You’re not like this—you’re not a monster! You don’t have to do this!”

She chuckled softly at his desperate plea, the sound vibrating through her chest and into him. “A monster? No, I don’t think I’m a monster, Link. I think I’m just hungry... and you, my little hero, are going to satisfy me.”

With that, she opened her mouth slowly, her lips parting to reveal the warm, glistening cavern beyond. The sight of her mouth up close was overwhelming—the way her tongue shifted slightly, glistening with moisture, the faint shimmer of saliva that clung to her teeth. The scent of her breath, warm and sweet, filled his senses, making him dizzy with the realization of just how close he was to being consumed.

She paused, savoring his reaction, the way his eyes widened with fear and disbelief. Her fingers adjusted their grip, turning him slightly so that his face was inches from the entrance to her mouth. He could feel the warmth radiating from within, the humid air making his skin damp. “Say goodbye, Link,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing. “You’re about to become part of me.”

Then, with a sudden, almost casual motion, she pushed him into her mouth. He cried out, but his voice was swallowed up by the darkness as her lips closed behind him, sealing him inside. The humid heat of her breath filled his lungs, and he was plunged into a world of warmth and slick, yielding flesh.

Her tongue immediately greeted him, pressing against his back, its surface smooth and wet, pushing him deeper toward the back of her mouth. He struggled against it, his hands bracing against the soft, yielding walls, but it was like fighting against a tide—her tongue easily maneuvered him wherever she wished. Each time he tried to push away, the muscular surface would shift, rolling him over and pressing him against the roof of her mouth.

Zelda let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating through the walls around him, sending tremors through his tiny body. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his form in her mouth, the way he squirmed against her tongue, his frantic movements only heightening her pleasure. The taste of him mingled with the remnants of last night’s desires, a mixture of salt and warmth that spread across her palate.

She played with him for a moment, rolling him from side to side, feeling every twitch, every desperate struggle. He could hear the deep, rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat, a steady drum that reminded him just how alive she was, how powerful, how enormous. Her breath came in slow, hot waves, filling the humid darkness with the sound of her satisfaction as she toyed with him like a piece of candy.

Link’s body was soaked with her saliva, his skin slick with the warm, thick moisture that pooled around him. He tried to call out, to plead with her, but the vibrations of his voice were absorbed by the soft flesh around him, lost in the wet heat. He could feel the muscles of her throat pulsing just behind him, the gentle contraction and release as she swallowed reflexively, the sound filling his ears like distant thunder.

Zelda’s tongue shifted, pressing him back against her molars, and for a moment, she simply held him there, savoring the feeling of his small, trembling form pinned beneath her. The taste of him filled her mouth, and her stomach growled in anticipation, a deep, rumbling hunger that demanded to be satisfied.

With a final, playful flick of her tongue, she tilted her head back, feeling him slide along the slick surface toward the dark opening of her throat. He tried to cling to the ridged roof of her mouth, but her tongue pressed him down, rolling him back with a slow, deliberate motion. The realization of what was coming struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he struggled wildly, but there was no escaping the pull of gravity, the soft, rhythmic contractions of her throat beckoning him downward.

Zelda’s lips parted slightly, and she took in a deep breath, feeling the cool air mingle with the warmth inside her mouth. She could feel him wriggling frantically, his small movements sending shivers of pleasure through her, but she knew it was time. She let out a contented sigh and swallowed.

The motion was slow, deliberate, and she could feel every inch of his tiny form as it slipped past the back of her tongue and into her throat. The muscles of her esophagus contracted around him, squeezing him downward, guiding him along the slick, dark tunnel that led toward her stomach. His body, once so brave and defiant, was now little more than a small, struggling lump beneath her skin, sliding down with each rhythmic pulse of her swallow.

Zelda placed a hand gently on her throat, feeling the faint, satisfying bulge of him passing beneath her fingers. A shiver of pleasure ran through her as she imagined what he must be feeling in those final moments, the darkness, the heat, the way her body enveloped him completely. She let out a soft, satisfied moan, her hand drifting lower to rest on her belly as she felt him disappear entirely from the world outside, swallowed up by her hunger.

With a final, small gulp, she felt the last trace of him vanish, slipping into the warm, dark confines of her stomach. Her belly let out a quiet rumble as it accepted its new occupant, the sensation of fullness spreading through her. She leaned back against the pillows, her breathing slowing as she savored the feeling of him inside her, the way he became a part of her, forever consumed.

A smile spread across her lips as she traced gentle circles over her stomach, feeling the faint, almost imperceptible movements as he struggled within. “Don’t worry, Link,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with a strange, tender satisfaction.