Nostalgia

by bonerfics

Summary:

[Totk]

Link rediscovers a joy he thought he lost after the upheaval.

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Link is overjoyed to regain the various monster masks that he used to have, especially the moblin mask. It meant he could do exactly what he is now— walk into a moblin camp, naked save for the mask, and present his wet cunt with a grunt and a smile.

Notes:

minific warm up from a bit ago.

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terms for link:
cunt, pussy, hole, cervix, womb

Link is overjoyed to regain the various monster masks that he used to have, especially the moblin mask. It meant he could do exactly what he is now— walk into a moblin camp, naked save for the mask, and present his wet cunt with a grunt and a smile.

The first moblin to approach is more than happy to force the majority of its thick, corkscrew cock inside his cunt. Link is already prepped, already dripping when the length breaches his hole; he’s even ready when, after a host of hard, heavy thrusts, the tip presses past his cervix and into his womb. Link shivers and moans, balancing on his hands and knees as the monster ruts inside of him.

A second moblin approaches from the front, and Link isn’t able to prevent it from grabbing his face and stuffing its cock down his throat. Link swallows with an enthusiastic moan, more than willing to pleasure the long, musky length sliding in and out of his mouth.

Link is crushed between the two, whining breathlessly at the push and pull of their hard thrusts. Link comes before they do, his orgasm growing in intensity as his holes are pounded and pleasure is pressed into his smaller body. The moblins come at nearly the same time, giving pleased howls as they force their loads into him— one in his womb, another down his gullet. They leave him a heap on the ground, cum dripping from his holes.

Link is just lifting himself into a sitting position when two different moblins approach, their cocks out and leaking from the tips as they gather Link up in their arms. They stuff their lengths into his mouth and pussy again, growling happily as they hold Link suspended between them.

The next hour or so is a blur, but as Link takes pounding after pounding, he can’t help but feel amazing. He’s missed this. He smiles as he comes again, pleasure coursing through him as he’s passed around the camp like a cheap whore. Though he’d take offense at being called that. He isn’t a cheap whore, after all. 

He’s a free whore.

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