Cia stood alone in her purple flame-lit, magically maintained, and lavishly furnished, abode, hovering her hands over a scrying orb. The haunting violet glow giving her curves a flattering mixture of shadows and light. Slim fingers flick across the magical energy surrounding the globe, causing the images it is displaying to rapidly dash to the left, before slowing down and showing her another scene.
The orb displays Link in various timelines, realities, and forms. Some show him as an adult, a child, or somewhere in between. There was never only one of any given reality, either. She had enjoyed the sights of Link when he went by the moniker "Hero of Time" many times in the past. It was a fascinating study to see how two Links, seemingly identical, in identical circumstances, would choose a different path, and drastically alter their future.
As fascinating and arousing as watching all the Links was, it had turned into a disappointing reminder of her failures. All the Links had rejected her advances, her plans of seduction ending in failure. Yet, there was one iteration of Link she had far more confidence in pursuing.
The magical artifact did not organize itself, the timelines and realities far too unpredictable to be able to pin them down for very long under any definition, so Cia just had to browse the dimensions before landing on the one she wanted. Her frustrated grimace fades and a wicked smile pulls on her pink lips. The spell does not take long to prepare, just requires a lot of power, of which Cia has in abundance. Within a moment she reaches into the orb as if the surface was made of water and pulls out her prize.
Link kicks wildly, trying to free himself from the purple fingernails that hold him aloft by the scruff of his green tunic. Cia chuckles wickedly, but softly, at the rash attempts of escape, and lifts him up toward her purple eyes with red pupils. The orb maintained the size of any object or person in one world when pulled into her own. If she were to force Link out of the flooded world of Hyrule, he would be standing before her at his normal, child's height. This, Link, however, was different. The elements of his world, that allowed him to come out of the orb between her fingertips, is the reason she had so specifically chose him.
The hero halts his flailing as he moves upward again. He is given a panning view of his captor's body: a cute belly button sitting against a firm and flat abdomen. Impossibly large and mountainous (especially to him) breasts that strained subtly against their minor restraints with each of her breaths. Even if he were at a normal height, they would seem almost inappropriately large, relative to her slender frame. A black jeweled pendant rested comfortably atop her cleavage. Link was barely able to make out her smirking lips against her caramel-colored skin. Her mask casted a shadow, obscuring her mouth, and certainly hid the rest of her face. White hair peeked out from the confines of her headgear, before he was met with the mask she wore - that of a predatory bird. At his size, this was all the more alarming.
Link stared at the sight of the gorgeous giantess, and were he not staring at her eyes, he might see her licking her lips. Snapping out of his trance, he made another desperate attack and tried to attack what he assumed was her weak point - the beak.
Cia laughed again, this time far more boisterously. She even instinctively brought her fingertips (those not clutching her prize) to her lips. Cia did him the great honor of revealing her face, removing the mask and tossing it behind herself. Link could see she was no bird woman, after all. Whatever kind of woman, she was a beautiful one, he was sure of that.
"Oh, you're so precious!" she said of him, then brought him closer to plant a wet kiss on his chest.
This time around, after the kiss, Link definitely saw her licking her licks hungrily. She may not be a bird but seemed no less predatory. He decided on a new plan. At his mere size of a few inches tall, he wouldn't be effective, so he would have to remove the Minish Cap and grow to his natural size. Without a moment to spare, he yanked off the cap and awaited his size to return, but nothing happened.
Cia watched the small green hat fall to the floor, then turned her attention back to Link. "If you were thinking of returning to your size, don't bother. You were removed from your world as a tiny, and so shall you remain until you return. I could explain all the magic behind it, but..." she trailed off, biting the corner of her bottom lip before continuing, "there's so much fun to be had."
Before he could voice his protest, he felt the power of gravity again when her nails separated and let him plummet. He let out a fearful yell as he was certain he was going to die, but instead landed far sooner than expected, on a much softer surface than expected: her breasts.
The witch had wrapped her arm across her chest, pressing her tits together and creating a safe place for Link to land. Peering down, she watched with delight as Link bounced off the top of her left tit and began to roll down into the crevice between her breasts. Link struggled to find some grip to keep from falling but failed. She was too smooth. Too unblemished. Too perfectly shaped.
The green-tunic hero kept his arms and legs stretched, pressing his hands and feet against her tit flesh, to keep himself from falling any further down. She didn't seem to want to kill him (at least not yet), but that didn't mean he couldn't accidentally die if he wasn't careful. Wide eyes looked up as the giantess's hand lazily slid her fingertips across the tops of her luscious tits.
"You like them, don't you?" Cia asked rhetorically, knowing anyone would. "These are the breasts of a real woman, Link," she claimed, groping her breast with her other hand, her arm still keeping her cleavage secure for the miniature hero. He watched her fingers sink against her pliant flesh, pressing it to rise up between her fingers like dough. "Bigger than what you're used to, I'm sure," Cia teased. She had seen ever woman Link had seen in his adventure, and found all of them wanting, especially Zelda - the ditzy blonde he always seemed to be drawn toward. "Especially Zelda's," she teased.
Zelda's name coming from Cia's mouth sounded so venomous and wrong. He snarled up at her, and in his moment of distraction, felt his foot slide between her sizable melons. When she inhaled, the pillows squeezed together, making it more secure, but exhaling returned them to their original shape and the cleavage weakened. In that moment, Link felt his foot slide further between the breasts, and then get trapped. With each breath, he was getting pulled further down.
The beautiful sorceress watched silently, biting her lip and rubbing her nipple from the outside of her dress's barely concealing cup. Watching Link struggle, his life threatened by the sheer perfection of her body, was an incredible turn-on.
The more he struggled, the faster her breathing became, and thus the more he was being pulled into the tight valley. The last thing he heard before his head sunk between the globes was the purple-clad woman letting a throaty moan spill past her wet lips.
Cia moaned deep in her chest and snaked her tongue against her lips. As she nibbled on her finger, she wondered how long this Link could hold his breath in there. She knew he was a practiced swimmer, but it wasn't like he was in Lake Hyrule right now.
Link pressed as hard as he could against the fleshy prison, but soon realized he wasn't going to push them apart and fall out, but he wasn't without a plan. If he could force his way out of her cleavage, leading down to her stomach, he might have a chance to escape her grasp and gaze. He would fall, of course, but he saw she wore plenty of jewelry around her hips he could grab onto. So, he began to corkscrew his body downward, hoping what air he had would last him.
Her moans deepened as she felt a new sensation against her flesh. He wasn't pushing against her anymore, not with his tiny hands and feet, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Whatever it was, it felt terrific, and it felt like he was slipping.
As he began to get lightheaded, he felt his foot break free of the pressure, and his spirit renewed. More and more he persisted, trying to get out before he suffocated, or she figured out his ruse. His tunic peeled off his torso as he slid further down, and as he felt air on his chest, he prepared himself to grab onto something as soon as possible. Once again, though, he landed sooner than he expected.
Cia had cupped her hand below her breasts, and sure enough, her palm was greeted by the tiny adventurer. Her arm dropped free from across her chest, and Link watched as they bounced back into a restful state. Looking up at the lewd display, he could see between them, just barely, at Cia's smirking visage. Cia raised him back up, showing off the sheen of sweat he caused her along the valley of her chest.
He was now at eye level with the flushed face of the lewd witch. He sat in her palm, covered in his and her sweat, panting to catch his breath, and trying to come up with another way to escape, while she spoke.
"That was divine, my little hero," she admitted to him with a huff. "I think I should put your talents to use where they’ll really count. But first..."
Link's concentration was again broken when her free hand reached over and gripped him by the cuff of his right pant leg and lifted him up. Blue eyes peered down to see her smile part, revealing a dark pit, lit only by the faintest of purple flames that managed to reach her. Caves did not scare him, but he had never seen a tongue roll out of one to graze along its edges, preparing itself for any adventurer. Even against the certain-death fall, he struggled to free himself.
Her hot breath smelled of cinnamon and chuchu jelly. He could feel moisture forming on his skin from the increased humidity and his attempt at freedom. Sweat of fear and heat formed on his brow as she continued to tortuously lower him toward her hungry mouth.
Cia was basking in the enjoyment of watching the great hero of a million worlds, realities, and timelines, flail in fear at the mere sight of her salivating mouth. Her eyes shot open from their half-lidded state when she felt him start to slip out of his pants. Before she could stop him, he fell, screaming, into her mouth.
Link panicked as he advanced toward the wet darkness below. His arms shot forward to try and stop his descent, to no avail. He shot past her lips in an instant, and his chest slid along her wet tongue. Before he could fall any further though, he felt his ankle get caught between her closed lips. She felt a wave of relief wash over him when she stopped him from falling down her throat. Her smile returned as her head was leveled out, and then slurped his leg back into her mouth.
Link barely stopped himself from sliding further when her tongue started to buck underneath him. His body was tossed against her teeth, pressed against the roof of her mouth, and all around molested by her tongue. Treating it like a wild animal, Link pressed his nearly nude body against it and used his arms and legs to hold onto it for dear life.
Cia continued to savor her treat. She continued to moan and laugh while she teased and tasted him, the volume no doubt intense for the young man. She even made sure to open her lips now and then, so he could get a brief glimpse of light, to see his surroundings, before it closed again. With delicate sucking and a skilled tongue, Cia freed Link of his boots and underwear, which she spat out, one by one, onto the floor.
Link was dazed and confused, completely unable to figure out what to do next, and exhausted to even try. He would soon be granted relief, however, when her tongue stopped, and her lips opened. He welcomed the finger and thumb that reached in to pluck him out from his wet and humid prison.
Saliva dripped from the tasty hero, falling onto her heaving breasts. "Now," Cia said to the hero she had gripped between her fingertips, "Let's put you somewhere safe while I get ready." Reaching down to her cup, she peeled away the purple and gold fabric covering her left breast. She gently placed Link inside, and pressed him against her pebbled, dark, nipple. The cup moved back into place easily, trapping him.
He was once again surrounded by darkness and thrust against a tit larger than he could have ever imagined. Her heartbeat thrust against her chest, giving him a rhythmic sound to relax to as he felt he captor start to walk. His ride gave the slightest of leaps with each step. However, he soon grew used to it. He could even feel himself dozing off. So relaxed, he didn’t feel his ride come to a stop, and didn’t prepare himself for being snatched up and unceremoniously dropped. This time, he didn’t land on her body.
Though the landing was soft like the others, now he was resting on the infinite expanse of her bed. She smiled down at him, envious that he would get to enjoy such a wonderful show.
Too exhausted to try and escape, he just sat and watched the giant woman disrobe, as the air dried his damp body. Her headdress came first, letting her short crop of white hair spill out in full. Her dress required little effort to remove, given how little there was to it. Even though he had been quite intimate with her chest, she still covered them with her arm before he could see both her nipples exposed. Then she turned her back to him, showing off her still covered ass. Like her breasts, it was impossibly curvaceous and mesmerizing. He lost himself as she peeled the tight dress over her rump and noticed too late that she was sitting down.
Cia squealed softly as she felt the shape of Link press against her tush. Gently she shifted her hips back and forth. Though to him, she was sure, it felt plenty rough. Then she began to grind her ass down more into the bed, forcing Link against the down comforter and her firm butt. Thankfully, Cia knew how to control her body, and knew how much punishment the hero could take, so he was never in any fatal danger - not that he had to know that.
She wanted to take a moment to rub her soaked pussy, but knew she wouldn't stop until she came, and by then he would have suffocated. So, in a rare act of restraint, Cia refocused on undressing, pulling the dress down her long and slender legs, and never letting her ass up off the bed.
It felt like every bone in his body has broken. He had no air to hold in his lungs because the moment she fell back on him, it was all shoved out. All he could rely on was the mercy of the cruel magician.
Shortly after she sat, though it felt much longer to Link, she got back up and peered over her shoulder for Link. She didn't see him on the mattress, but instead felt him still stuck to her backside. Giggling innocently, she chastised him for being so naughty, and peeled him off the firm piece of art. Without a second thought, she tossed him away, to land on the assortment of fine pillows that littered the head of her bed.
When he regained his composure, Link watched as the beautiful woman, naked save for the jewelry that adorned her arms and legs, crawled towards him like a hungry cat. With no idea of where to go, he just sat in study of the most beautiful, and deadly creature, he had ever encountered.
Cia picked him up again so she could lay down on the bed, resting her head on the pillows. Judging by the look on his face, she figured he knew exactly what was coming next. Without a word, she traced him down across the curves of her body, leading him down to the heat radiating between her strong thighs.
Again, he got to study the fine details of her body as he slid along her goosebumped skin. With her hand guiding him, he was rolled over her right breast, being pressed into the tender flesh. Link's travels along her flat, subtly moving, stomach was far smoother and, admittedly, more enjoyable. Although, the grumbling below gave him pause. His journey stopped when he was dangled in front of the first vagina he had ever seen. Link had experienced much in his short life, but he had seen nothing like what stared back at him now. It was smooth and shaven, with a patch of ivory hair left just above a pink pebble that sat at the head of the crevice.
Cia actually blushed, feeling touched, at the look of wonderment and awe on his face. She would treat him to so much more. Her other hand reached down to part her lips, showing him the pink that lay behind her caramel lips. It was dripping wet, and hungry for entrance, and she would not disappoint.
If he had thought the pull of her swelling cleavage was strong before, he had no idea just how strongly he could be devoured. He was barely pressed against the slimy pink before his arm slipped into an opening, and he felt himself being pulled in. It didn't help that her fingers were pressing on his back, forcing the process along. He was in awe before, but now he was in total terror.
She knew full well he was afraid now, judging by the thrashing he was giving her insides. Deep moans echoed throughout her lavish abode. Her finger pressed between his legs to further feed him to her ravenous pussy. When only his legs stuck out, she moved her hand away, letting him get slurped in on his own.
Once more, soft, slimy, darkness surrounded him. Every wall pressed onto him and he pushed back, only to be assaulted from behind. Even though he could see nothing, he could feel his body moving along the slick insides.
Outside, Cia was having the time of her life. After she sucked her fingers clean, she used both hands to squeeze her breasts and pull her nipples. One day she'd have Link, a proper sized one, to do this for her. She delighted in the thought of bringing in more mini-Links, for both of them to play with. Let the big model fuck them deeper into her. Have them be crushed against her cervix wall or drown in a flood of her lover's seed.
Her writhing body caused the blankets to wrinkle and the sheets to slide off the corners of the mattress. Her body became flushed and sweaty, and her moans and squeals picked up in volume and frequency. One hand played with her clit, and the other reached beneath her ass to push her fingers into her pussy.
Link felt the tips of the woman's fingernails scrape at his feet and ankles. It was a minuscule pain compared to the pressure he felt all around him. Not to mention the muffled noise that managed to still deafen him, even inside the tight enclosure.
Cia turned herself over, flattening her tits onto the bed, and pressing her knees into the mattress. Her ass hoisted into the air, and she gave herself several good spankings before squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart. A brief fingering of her asshole reminded her that she forgot to introduce Link to that taboo spot, but she couldn't complain. One hand stayed with her ass, pumping two fingers into her hole, while the other slid across her stomach and between her legs to pump two fingers, as well, into the other.
He was finding it hard to breathe, and he was swallowing a lot of foreign fluids. His head was hitting a wall, rough and resistant. At least it meant he wasn't being sucked in further.
Cia bit into her pillow, stifling her screams into the fine stitching. Toes curled and retracted, while knees dug harder into the mattress, as if trying to tear through it. The fine silk sheets felt amazing against her sensitive nipples, brushing along their hardened state like the lips of an exploring lover. Her body quaked and shook, before tensing up, and falling back into a shutter that left her limp on the bed. She could never reach these heights on her own. She didn’t think they existed. With Link’s help, however, it was child’s play.
Link was flooded with cum, enough pressure to push him back, but not out. He was surprised by how long the ordeal lasted. Over and over the walls squeezed and released, only to hug him all over again. Rushing fluids continued to bash against his body, coating him and flowing past him to exit out the other side. He would gain his escape when he felt those fingers reach in again and start to pull him back out, though it took several tries to get a grip on his slick body.
Both of them were in a daze. Cia looked up at Link hanging over her face. Link looked down at the post coital glow of her visage. Without the usual teasing slowness, Link saw himself quickly lowered down into her mouth. At least she didn't let go.
The voracious woman sucked every last bit of her fluids off of Link, pulling him back out of her mouth with a pop, and leaving him, now, again, covered in her saliva. She giggled as he coughed up more of her cum and saliva. She granted him the mercy of being gentle with him, holding him squarely in her palm, as she carefully rose from her bed. "Come on, hero," she said softly, as to not hurt his ears anymore. "Let's put you where you belong."
Link could only rest in her soft, sweaty palm, his eyes barely open enough to watch her giant breasts bounce freely as she walked out of her bedroom. He felt some relief, now, that it was over. She said she was putting him where he belongs, and as they entered the room he first arrived in, he knew he was going home.
Cia stepped with deliberate steps, purposefully to give Link another glance at the perkiness and fullness of her tits. The perfect globes that he and his multidimensional brothers rejected for reasons she would never understand, or care to. As they re-entered the scrying room, Cia approached the orb. She stopped for a moment to reach down and pick up the Minish Cap Link had dropped earlier. Then she kept walking, right past the orb and stopped at a dresser.
The confused hero peered over her palm to the drawer she opened. He watched as his Minish cap was dropped into a box, a box full of hats just like it. Hundreds of them. He looked up at her with a shocked face, piecing it together, but not believing it.
"Did you think you were the first, my dear Link? I've taken many from your reality, and I'll take many more. Some perished underfoot, some crushed by the weight of my fantastic ass and breasts. Most suffocated in my pussy or ass while I slept off a mind-blowing orgasm. Those that make it this far, though, they get a special treat," she revealed, pausing for a chuckle, before finishing with, "and so do I."
Link screamed as the palm lifted and tilted, dropping him into her mouth. The lips closed around his torso and began to lick and suck around his groin. He looked down as she fondled her breasts and felt the vibrations of her moan as she continued to molest him.
She put on a show for him, massaging her breasts, pulling and flicking her nipples, all to help him get off. She wanted to drive him mad with regret. Regret that he had never been allowed to squeeze her melons, to entrap her nipples between his teeth and pull. She would have even let him bury his length between her globes, squeezing them around it until he gave her dark skin some white tones. If only Link had felt for her what she felt for him, if only he had taken the time to get to know her, love her. To look at her the way he looked at Zelda. This Link had never been given a chance, of course, at hearing her offer of lewd courtship. However, he, and others before and after him, would pay the price for those Links who had rejected her.
Tongue undulated underneath him, as her mouth sucked gently on his body, doing all it could to milk him. The pressure around him increased as she sucked harder, threatening to pull him into her throat were he not secure between her kissable lips.
He pushed his hands down against her lips that surrounded his waist and tried to free himself, but any progress made was undone, and then some, by the power of her mouth. All he could do was watch, transfixed by her tender and expert massaging of her giant tits, the best set he had ever seen.
Before long, she felt that familiar flavor she had tasted many times before. There wasn't much, given his size, but it was unmistakable. She let it rest on her tongue for a moment, savoring it, and walked herself over to the orb and knelt beside it, bringing Link eye level with the vision.
Link peered at the serene vision of his home, where he was snatched from. He reached out and could just barely run his fingertips along the edge of the glass, but it made no reaction to his non-magical touch. He knew what she was doing, she was giving him one last look of what he else he was losing.
He was right, Cia took out her frustration on not being able to seduce a Link for herself out on one she could overpower. Just as he made another reach for the orb, she opened her lips and flicked her tongue back to knock him fully into her mouth.
The light shrank as her lips closed deliberately slow. He scrambled on the tongue to leap through while there was still time, but it was no use. In the darkness, he heard her laugh, and then the tongue shifted, and he felt her head tip back. He screamed for mercy, pleaded to do anything if his life would be spared. He told her how he didn't want to die like this, between his sniffling sobs. A cowardly act of the once noble hero.
Down Cia swallowed Link, along with the small amount of cum he gave her. An exaggerated gulp done for her own enjoyment, and as soon as she felt him hit the pit of her stomach, she let out a cute burp, covered by her dainty fingers, and followed by an innocent giggle. Thin fingers traced circles around the spot where she felt Link pounded on her stomach walls. It was enough to get her hot between the legs all over again. She was truly insatiable.
Link would perish slowly, alone, and in the dark. There was no fairy in a jar to save him from the brink of death, this time. His fleshy prison began to shake, splashing him with the acids. The unmistakable sounds of pleasure resumed outside the belly, the vibrations reaching him below. He even heard her call out his name in desire. He realized he wouldn't even be allowed to die in peace.
The Minish Cap Link she recently devoured was not the first Link she had plucked from another world, and he wouldn't be the last. Day after day, Cia plucked shrunken Links from their respective worlds and did away with them in erotic fashions. Some were crushed under her giant tits or huggable ass. Others suffocated or were done in by the pressures of her pussy or asshole. But her favorite means of disposal was swallowing the Link whole.
Cia delighted in his wails of fear, and pleads for mercy, resonating around in the cavern like space of her dripping, humid, mouth. Afterwards, when the Link was still pounding against her stomach walls in some vain attempt at intimidation and escape, Cia would almost always cap off the meal with something special. Something that which she was planning on enjoying again, soon. Though she thought she might mix it up a bit, this time.
Link had begun his climb up her breast, having started toward it from her collarbone in a panicked sprint. It was her command, and as he had learned, his life was more secure if he obeyed what he could. Just as he reached the top of the hill, using her nipple as a handhold, her hand bowled over him, dragging him along underneath. Link was rolled over her curves, her palm directing his movement up and over her breasts, butt, and thighs. Her body heat was rising, and he was getting overheated just by being on her caramel skin. The hottest place was of course her inner thighs, where her pussy radiated heat like an oven. The hero would gain some rest when she pulled him away from her skin. He scanned her body below him as he passed over it. There was no denying she was beautiful. Hips that squirmed, grinding her tush against the bed. A flat tummy that undulated with her sexual desire and anticipation. Perfectly shaped breasts that rose and fell with her every breath, covered in dew-like beads of sweat. When those droplets roll down her skin, they were a minor pleasure he granted himself. Minor pleasures didn’t last long. Soon he was being dangled over the dish of whipped cream.
Link had been subjected to this particular humiliation several times before, and it seemed he would be again. This time, instead of dipping him in the creme gingerly, Cia decided to just drop him into the white goop with a plop and a giggle. The nude Link struggled in the sugary muck. When he finally managed to get his footing, he was covered completely in the dessert topping. Then he saw a worse fate approaching. Cia's hand loomed over him like a guillotine. Just as he was beginning his futile attempt of escape out of the shallow dish, the witch plucked him up by the waist and carried him through the air, to hang over her smiling, plump, lips. A long, sensuous, display of her tongue, running of her lips was given, along with a hungry moan.
He knew what would come next, and he had survived it every time. However, his escape was always by her whim, and her whims were fickle and unpredictable. Never one to give up, Link kept chasing that miraculous chance that he would escape her perverted clutches. His kicking and struggling only caused a bit of the whipped cream from his body to fall and splat on her lips. Cia gave a brief gasp, followed by a longer chuckle. With a swipe of her thin finger, she scooped up the whipped cream and then slid it into her mouth with her finger. Link was witnessed to her deep and pleasured moan. To anyone else it might sound pleasant. To Link, it was thunderous and foreboding.
"And now for the main course," she added, and unceremoniously lowered Link into her mouth. Typically, she would drag this out further, savor it more. However, she had other plans for this one, and she was impatient.
Although she was going to be brief, it still felt like an eternity to Link. Every time he saw those lips close behind him, it felt like the last time. The tongue tossed him about, pinning him to her cheek or teeth so it could lap at him in long, languorous, strokes. Once all the cream had been removed, Cia pressed him to the top of her mouth and gave one last, strong, suck of his body. That was always the scariest moment for him: the sucking. It felt like it was meant to drag him back, to seal his fate. He had no idea his fate was already sealed. It had been from the moment she plucked him from the Minish world.
He was dazed, unsure of which way was up. Then he saw her lips part again and illuminate his prison. The tongue he lied on moved forward past the pliant tiers, and dipped down, letting him fall from its slimy surface and tumble down, stopping once he hit her bouncy tits. Once more he was picked up. This time, he was being carried downward. He could hear her knowing laughter behind him. He was in store for something new, something he couldn't predict. Then he was lowered down between her legs and forced to rub up against her sweet-tasting lips.
Cia groped her heavy breast while she introduced Link to her sex. Slowly she dragged him against one lip and then onto the next. His head bumped up against her clit, causing Cia to let out a surprised squeal and drop Link onto the mattress. She was quick to pick him back up before he got his bearings. His front was pushed up against the sticky lips, her fingertip against his back preventing him from getting more than his face away from the quivering heat. Unable to hold back any longer, she forced him inside of her, pushing past the tight resistance of her inner walls, panting louder the deeper he went. With the hero secured inside of her, squirming violently, almost breaking her concentration, Cia cast a spell instantly, as it was one she had used many times before.
Appearing at the end of the bed was a shadowy clone of Link, adult sized of course. Unlike the ones she used on the battlefield, this one was more detailed, and nude. She even made him 100% correct to the hero's dimensions, having watched him through her scrying orb, in the shower, many times in the past. Aside from the black skin and red eyes, he looked identical to the real thing. Cia slid her way down the mattress, until her bum was on the edge. "Get ready, little Link," she said with a quick pat to her pussy lips. On her order, the clone gripped her hips and slid its always erect cock into her.
Just as he was starting to make progress toward the exit (he assumed), Link saw a brief beam of light enter his cramped space. What entered with it terrified him. It was the head of a large, erect, shadow-formed penis, and it was coming right for him. His frantic squirming became even more persistent inside Cia, and she gave an appreciative moan in response. She wished she could know the exact moment the clone's cock started to shove Link back further into the reaches of her sex, but she couldn't complain about her current stimuli. Every time Link was pushed an inch further back, the cock would pull back, only to shove it forward again, crashing into Link anew. This humiliation was beyond anything he had experienced so far.
The dark-skinned woman reached up and squeezed at her enormous breasts, pulling at her nipples, and wailing out in joy. Malleable melons massaged with her hands, pebbled nipples rubbing against her palms when they weren’t being directly pinched by her fingers. She whispered something, barely audible, but loud and clear to the magical golem as the spell traveled to him. As per her instructions, the clone grabbed her legs and pulled them up to rest against his chest and increased his speed and force. The new position allowed him to get even deeper, shoving Link against a rough wall.
From the inside, Link could hear Cia's loud screaming and obscene choice of words, at least when that monster wasn't slamming him up against her walls. “Oh fuck!” he heard her cry, muffled from the inside. “Deeper! Harder!” he heard her say, filling him with dread. “More! More!” That was the last thing the victim Link wanted.
After roughly 20 minutes, Cia offered up another command. “Cum for me! Do it, fill me up!” This would normally be an impossible feat to perform, as the clone had no real bodily functions inside of it. No means to produce anything. However, thanks to a wandering traveler, Cia had obtained a large sample and saved it, for this very occasion. It was a simple enough spell to get it from the jar and into the clone's penis.
Link was in hell, he was certain. It was hot, dark, and assaulted all his senses. And then, somehow, things got worse. A wave of hot, sticky, thick liquid flooded the chamber. His cramped space filled up quickly with the boiling hot cum, giving him no more than half a second to hold his breath. A feat he failed to achieve. He would have drowned had it not by Cia's fingers reaching in to pull him free.
He dripped constantly and kept hacking up the thick substance when he was pulled free. He dripped cum in a path as he was carried in the air above her body. Every hit of the still warm substance made her skin shiver. Cia stopped him over her open, waiting, mouth. Drop by drop the excess (to Link, all of it was excessive) cum drop into her mouth. She watched him, hoping to see a reaction, as she tossed each small puddle to the back of her throat. Sadly, for her, he seemed too battered to be aware of her game. So, she switched to a new one.
"Mmmm, you look good enough to eat, hero," she said, licking her chops and giving a predatory bite at the air to spook him. Link could barely make out what was happening anymore. One of his arms had broken in the last torture, and one of his eyes was sealed shut by the sticky fluid. Hanging upside down didn't help him gain a strong perception of his surroundings, either. "Aww," Cia cooed, now aware of Link's inability to struggle and squirm, which did her no good. "I think I got a little rough with you there, huh? Here, why don't you lie down and catch your breath." Still dazed, Link barely registered that Cia, and her golem, were switching positions.
With a wicked smirk, Cia plopped Link down on his new bed - the defined, and pitch black, abdomen of the clone, who was now lying on the bed. The cum-coated Link looked up at Cia, who was now positioning herself over the still erect dick of her shadowy construct. Her eyes never left the bewildered Link as she slid herself down around the shaft, her lips parting more and more as she filled herself. She took it slow, easing herself down onto the tall, thick, tower, relishing how it filled her up once again.
Link could barely move. The cum was still wet, but also incredibly thick and sticky. He couldn't pry himself from his position. The silver lining, however, was he couldn't be removed by the quakes threatening to launch him into the air.
Cia bounced up and down on her creation's lap. Her tits bounced wildly with her fucking. When they became too sore from this, she cupped them close to her chest, keeping them relatively stable. Switching up from bouncing to a rotation of her hips, grinding herself on Shadow Link's lap, also helped to relieve some of the ache. Though, of course, her tits were never completely still.
All Link could do was watch, with his one good eye. Even after all she put him through, she still looked like a goddess before him, in the throes of absolute pleasure. He knew, before all this, if she had asked him to please her this way, he would have refused. He was too honorable, noble, and devoted to Zelda to even consider such a lewd quest. And yet there was doubt. Maybe she was a goddess? Some dark-skinned goddess of darker lusts; unbound by the rules of nature and morals. Free to do what she wanted, who she wanted. He envied that. Perhaps he would have accepted her offer, had she made one. He hated himself, even if it was just a hypothetical.
Sweat flicked off of her body when her hopping resumed. Some of the droplets landed on Link, though they did nothing to help with his sticky situation. The beads that formed below her breasts, which he found difficult to look away from, had their own hypnotic path. They were shaken loose by Cia’s movements, and raced down her well-defined stomach. Even as her torso twisted and shuddered, they stuck to the crevices and indents formed by her abdominal muscles. Some of those same sweat beads, and those that rolled inward along her thick thighs, pooled at the epicenter of sexual activity. A mix of sweat and cum, from both parties, pooled around where Cia’s pelvis was slamming down onto the Dark Link’s pelvis. Link watched the mixture send bits of itself flying after each impact. Some landed on her, some on Dark Link, and a few on the real Link. The sound of wet slapping was at least drowned out, somewhat, by Cia’s continued moans, groans, and expletives.
Link’s concentration on the hypnotic movements was broken when Cia began to tense up and shake. Eyes rolled up and lower lip was bit into considerably, nearly drawing blood. Fingernails pressed hard against her skin and pulled up, leaving behind red trails for each. She looked so perfectly still for a moment, before her muscles relaxed.
Cia's body loomed overhead as she fell forward, right on top of both Links. By virtue of her impressive bust pushing her up from Dark Link’s body, her stomach was lifted enough from Link that he wasn't totally crushed. His brief moments of peace were shattered by the fear brought on by a sound. Louder than the sounds of her panting against her lover. Louder than the sound of her rapid heartbeat slowing back to normal. It was the sound of her stomach grumbling overhead. Softly pinned beneath her twitching tummy, he was forced to listen to the chorus of a hungry stomach, gurgling and grumbling, begging for a meal.
He had no idea what fate could await him. She had certainly teased him with the idea of swallowing him. Maybe biting him in half with her perfect white teeth (though in truth she wouldn’t; she found it was more fun to swallow whole). Yet they were all threats, threats he wished she’d never act upon. The sound of her empty, begging, belly instilled doubt in that wish coming true.
The wicked woman sat herself back up, and peered down at Link, who was struggling all over again. He must know what's coming, she thought to herself. He didn’t, but he had come to expect the worst from her. Her fingers trembled slightly when they closed around Link's body. She was still coming down from her orgasm, and thinking about what was coming next, sent a minor one through her body.
"Now, you'll get to sit against my stomach, while I fuck this clone of you. Well, a better you. Only unlike with him, you'll be on the inside," she said with little mystery to what she planned for Link.
He was exhausted, sticky, broken and beaten Unsurprisingly, the promise of death by digestion, he found the energy to kick around some more. Maybe, if he was lucky, the cum coating would be too slimy for her and he could slip out of her grasp. Although it had now become clear he was anything but lucky. She held him out far, slowly drawing him closer to her pouty lips, half opened in a soft moan. Looking down, he could see her hips swiveling again, the prospect of devouring him sending her into another lustful frenzy. Dexterous tongue dragged against her teeth, gleaming white and, he wished, ready to end him quickly.
Link found himself once again passing through her lips and being pressed down onto her nimble and skilled tongue. This time, as Link was tossed around, Cia would occasionally part her lips, giving Link a brief glimpse of the outside world. These moments always came due to her giving a pleasured purr that passed against her lips. Cia held a hand to her cheek and cooed softly at the delicious flavor she was savoring. Covered in two layers of cum, his flavor was unique and divine. This was by far her favorite means of eating Link so far. Sure, it took more work to do than just eating him outright, sans coating. But anything worth doing takes work.
After a time, Link felt himself with far more motor control than before. The fluid had been sucked clean from his body, and he could move more freely now. He had to take advantage of that rare chance. With skill and grace, Link managed to right himself on the bucking tongue. With feet planted behind her teeth, and arms, one of which was a painful struggle to get to work as well as the other, pressing up on her palette, Link managed to fix himself in place in her mouth, hoping to push open her mouth and leap out. He might die from the fall, but at least it would be quick, and on his own terms.
Cia knit her thin brows at the sensation and opened her mouth in curiosity. Although she couldn't see him, she could hear and feel his pained efforts to push open her mouth and resist being swallowed. She allowed him a moment of hope as her mouth opened, letting him peer down at the possible safe landing below. Because the more hopeful he was, she had learned, the further he’d have to fall to despair. Not the fall he was hoping for.
The broken hero saw his opportunity and steeled himself away to dive past her sharp teeth. Before he could act on that courage, that tongue returned to slide between his legs. There was no fighting the strength of her tongue. It curled up between his legs and pushed back on his chest, dislodging him from the front of her mouth. As he tumbled back, he felt the gravity shift further as her head tilted back. Link cried out as he started to get pulled down into her gullet. He was able to grab onto the various wrinkles inside her mouth to keep himself from going down, but he was only prolonging the inevitable. After several strong swallows, Cia was able to force the warrior down her throat, to be deposited in her waiting cauldron.
Cia let out a tiny burp when Link landed in her juices. She only wished she could pull out another Link to drop in with him, give him some company, but sadly that was impossible. The orb couldn't maintain sight on two worlds at a time. But she had her ways of having two Links inside of her.
He was in total darkness, and the only sounds he could hear were of his movement through the gastric juices, the stomach's growling, Cia's heartbeat, and the lewd sounds she was making. It was more cramped than he thought it would be, but not enough he couldn’t move. He assumed the acids would work quickly, but he found no luck there. Blindly he ran his hand against the walls, running along the perimeter in hopes of finding an exit. He knew there were only two exits from a place like that, and neither were ideal. However, they were better than death. He hoped. Just as he was getting used to moving waist deep in slow working gastric juices, a new element emerged. Link felt a new splash of wetness come raining down on him. He hated that he could so quickly recognize what the thick, slimy, fluid was.
Outside, Cia pulled the dark cock from her mouth with a smile. She peered down at her belly and gave it a couple pats. "There, that should keep you well fed for...well however long you have left," she said, following it up with a mocking laugh. She let out more sexual sounds as Link was struggling inside of her even more now. Pounding and clawing at the inside of her stomach. It made her feel divine, powerful, and oh so horny. So, not one to break a promise, Cia instructed her clone to stand behind her while she bent herself over the bed. She told Link he would hear her fucking from the inside, and so he would.
The gurgling and heartbeat was being drowned out by Cia's screaming and yelling. He could more clearly make out what she was saying while in her stomach than when he was in her vagina. He wished he couldn’t. Link had no choice but to listen to her parade of lewd exclamations.
“Oh, fuck yes! I am filled to burst with Link!” she managed to get out, each word coming between hard thrusts to her backside. “Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Spank me, you bastard! Make it loud enough for that pitiful excuse of a Link to hear!” In truth he couldn’t hear, not over all the other sounds and the wild ride he was forced to endure. The acids and cum were mixing together and splashing him constantly in the face and coating him entirely. However, just hearing her yell out the command was evidence enough that it was likely being obeyed.
“I’m all yours, Link! All of me! Take me and punish me with your hands! With your teeth! With your cock!” It was surreal to hear his name used like that, but what wasn’t surreal about his situation? He only wished she had been referring to him. In that moment near his death, no doubt it would have been better than where he was. Even without the comparison and having seen her riding the shadowy clone of himself, he knew it would be better than anything else in his life up to that point.
“I can’t wait to have the real you! You will be mine and I will be yours! The kingdom, everything, will be ours. The peasants will be food to fuel our passion. Your friends will be sex toys to aid in our desires! We will be like gods!” Link didn’t have the focus to think about what she had just said, about the dark plan she had laid out in vague, dramatic, detail. He couldn’t even hear himself think over the chorus of sex noises and the waves of life and death bombarding him.
Cia gripped the bedsheets as the shadow Link pounded into her asshole, stretching her out and filling her up. She thought about being fucked by the real Link, when she finally seduced him. She thought using Link’s “friends,” those who had held him back, as she saw it, suffering for her pleasure. She wanted Impa and Fi to be trapped under either of her breasts as they pressed into the mattress, suffocating them. A nipple shoved in either of their mouths, stifling the sounds of their screams, but not the vibrations that would rock through her buds. She imagined Ruto was stuck inside her pussy, being squeezed harder and harder until she was no more. Let’s see her swim through that wet cave, she thought. She especially looked forward to the day when she could get a hold of that goody-two-shoes Lana and shove her deep inside of her asshole. Lana would be nothing more than an obstacle for Link to overcome, to batter through with his delicious and powerful cock.
Finally, Zelda. Her death wouldn’t be unique, because she wasn’t unique, according to Cia. She would be swallowed and digested (a plan she had for all her basic subjects) and shat out like the excrement she was. However, after experimenting with this Link, Cia decided she may give Zelda some coating before swallowing her. Once she imagined Zelda weeping, her tears mixing with cum and acid, as Link, her champion, gave into the passion Cia knew was there, and fucked her silly, she exploded. Sexual juices sprayed from her vagina. Her desire fulfilled, temporarily, she waved her hand lazily, and the clone vanished in the same puff of smoke had appeared in.
After a brief nap, Cia sat up with a yawn. Hopeful he was still kicking, she poked and patted at her stomach, to rile Link awake. While he was no longer pounding on her walls, she could feel him moving around, slowly. It wouldn't be long. Despite how much fun she had, destroying all those Minish Cap Links was not her main goal. Truly, all she wanted was their caps. She could have left them alive and accomplished that, but where was the fun in that? As she added the last one to her collection, she was confident she had amassed enough of that unique brand of magic to form the spell she needed to take down that pompous Great Fairy.