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The waterfalls up to Ploymus Mountain were flowing as strongly as ever, making the swim up invigorating for the young Zora Prince. The monthly rain that Van Ruta produces has come and gone, but he hasn’t waited quite long enough for the mud to return to dirt. Sidon plans to use the loose footing to his advantage, as he’s much more used to the Domain’s wet climate than his quarry.
A Red Lynel has made itself at home at the top of this mountain, right within spitting distance of his sister’s final resting place. A red Lynel is the weakest sub-species of these centauric monsters, according to the elders, but nonetheless it was now undoubtedly the strongest beast in this region of Hyrule since he slew the giant Fell Octorok.
Ploymus Mountain thankfully offered no unique resources that would affect the Zora’s survival to lose, however… Shatterback Point looks down at the East Reservoir Lake, and was the go-to point for those who wished to leave offerings for Mipha’s soul. The statue in the square had become something of a replacement, but it was tradition to honor fallen warriors at the scene of their last battle.
So for the good of his people, and to honor his sister, Sidon would vanquish this foe just as he had the Fell Octorok!
In the back of his mind, he knew that had she yet lived, or any of the champions, that such a thing would never have occurred. His sister would’ve managed to convince the beast to leave with sweet words, or failing that, force it away with her trident. Or his sister's fellow Champion. He’d been raised on tales of Mipha’s grace and strength, and the stalwart fierceness of her friend and fellow Champion Link.
And he would do them both proud this day, and protect his people from this monster!
Despite being the weakest of Lynel-kind, the Lynels stood well above nearly any other monster that inhabited Hyrule. Only Talus and Hinox surpassed them, and such beings were well tracked around the domain, and loathed to leave their territories.
The last leg of the journey towards the peak of Ploymus mountain, one needed to complete on foot. Though Sidon took the approach with far more caution than he ever had before. He’d only heard from guards that patrolled the area that the beast had been seen near the summit, he was unsure of just how far ranging it was. He could see signs here and there. Branches broken off, a gouge carved into the stone where he couldn’t recall them being before. Thankfully, he didn’t hear any trace of it.
Lynel were not known for their stealth, few creatures other than their own kind give them a true challenge, so he wasn’t worried about such a creature ambushing him as he approached. Brazen and bold, sure in the strength of their weapons and thickness of their hides to protect them from weapons and elements alike.
As he neared the summit, his pace slowed again, ready that he should encounter the great monster the next time he rounded a corner. Up and up he journeyed, without catching sight of the monster, until he neared the final round that would reveal the summit plateau.
Crouching down, he took his spear from its place on his back and readied himself. Steadying his breath as he tried to plan how this battle could go. Their swings were able to shatter bone and fell trees. They also were connected to fire in a way few understood, able to release great bursts of flame or shoot it at their enemies. And while fire was not a great concern to him, the damage it could do with its blade was. Still, he was sure that if he could get it off balance, he’d be able to slay the beast with a swift blow to the head or heart.
The Lynel is in the process of re-stringing its bow, hooking what Sidon guesses is a new string and plucking at it to test its tension. It’s facing to the side, so if Sidon can time this right…. Now!
The Lynel had lifted the bow and looked down its arm as though ready to shoot an arrow, pulling the bow back as far as it could go without the iron snapping in half. That moment of distraction, when the beast’s eyes were honed in on its imaginary target, was when Sidon rushed forward from his hiding spot, charging with his spear!
“Yaaahhh!” Sidon cries out, as he goes for a strike at the beast’s shoulder to disable an arm.
Unfortunately, the metal Lynel Bow is apparently study enough and the Lynel quick enough to deflect his blow enough to only earn the Lynel a thick gash on its arm. In response, the Lynel jumps back a great distance, stowing its bow in favor of a giant sword and shield, returning Sidon’s cry with a defiant roar.
“Grrrooaaa!”
“Haha, you have some spirit in you after all!” Sidon exclaimed, grinning at the thought of actually fighting one of these ‘kings of beasts’ as the books tend to describe them. It may not be the hoard of Lynels that the legendary Link could take on single handedly, but it was by the Goddesses his start to such a path!
And so, the battle began.
The Lynel had an easier time defending from Sidon’s blows, on account of its quick usage of its shield, blocking all but the swiftest of Sidon’s strikes. But Sidon, on account of his humanoid physiology and lower center of gravity, had an easier time dodging the beasts’ blows.
What few blows he’s able to block from the Lynel with the shaft of his spear had his arms and the metal of his weapon groaning in protest.
“Woah!” Sidon shouts as he dodges a swipe that nearly nicked his head fins. “I need to finish this before this beast gets a good hit in…”
Such an opportunity presented itself as the Lynel growled in frustration, jumping back to quickly begin amassing fire in its mouth. Unlike a Hylian that would need to run around to avoid the fire, Sidon hunkered down, knowing his skin was near immune to the dangers of fire given he was not dried out. He readied his spear, and took a charging stance. Using the fire and smoke as a smoke screen…
“Now!” Sidon called to himself, lunging forward through the air to aim his spear towards the beast’s head!
The smallest flicker of a greenish-yellow light causes Sidon’s eyes to widen. It’s only the special training he’s done with traveling Rito warriors that lets him block the arrow with his spear, and a half-remembered lecture from an elder Sheikah researcher on the matter of lightning that has him slamming the tip of his spear into the ground.
For there was no weapon more deadly and dangerous to the Zora than a weapon enchanted with the power of lightning!
“Gaaahhhhh!”
Sidon’s quick reflexes and quicker thinking saved his life where most other Zora warriors would surely die, but the soil was slick with mud and water. And so, while the young prince did not take a full lethal dose of electricity, he still was sent flying back in great pain.
Sidon tumbles, pulling up grass and mud in his wake before he lays on his side, lightly smoking from the electric energy coursing through his entire body.
But he was a Zora warrior, and their prince besides! He would not fail-!
Sidon’s hands go to grasp a spear that was still implanted in the ground by the Lynel.
That is, until the great beast picked up his weapon.
“Return-!”
But before Sidon could even finish his demand, the Lynel had already thrown his spear off the summit to the mountain below.
He was about to say something else, but those words died on his tongue as the Lynel faced him, bow drawn.
And a greenish-yellow light sparking from the arrow he had drawn and present aimed at Sidon.
He would’ve cursed if the words hadn’t caught in his throat. As skilled and quick as Sidon knew he was, he also was well aware that unless the goddess blessed him with all the luck in Hyrule, that he wouldn’t be able to dodge another arrow from where he lay now. His body had somewhat recovered from the first shock, but even still his limbs shook despite his orders for them to remain still and sturdy. And while he was sure that a direct blow wouldn’t kill him, he also knew that he’d be utterly incapacitated by it.
“N-now. I’m sure that’s not necessary,” Sidon said, raising his hands in surrender.
“Why?”
“What?”
What? Did the Lynel just-
“Attack. Try slay. Why?”
Ok. He’d heard old stories that Lynel were actually more than just beasts, but he’d written them off as just that, monsters like any other. Hinox wore clothing and Bobkins could build, but they only communicated in shrieks and howls. He knew that Lynel could growl and roar, but to possess the common tongue-
“Why?” the Lynel asked again, breaking Sidon from his panicked state. The muscles of his arm tensed in preparation to let the arrow fly.
“I- you present a danger to my people,” Sidon quickly explained.
“See no fishmen here,” the Lynel grunted. “So I claim.”
“It is a distance from our home, but important to the Zora all the same,” Sidon tried to explain. “We watch over the Eastern Reservoir here, the place where our Champion, my sister Mipha was sla-”
“Quiet,” the Lynel grunted. “No live here. I take,” they continued, voice brokering no argument. “You attack home.”
“I- I did not mean to-”
“Why I not kill?” The Lynel asked, arm tensing once more to release the arrow.
Sidon’s mouth went dry. He really didn’t have any excuse at this point. It was part of their domain, but he did not know Lynel customs. So apparently he had broken them, and now he was dealing with the consequences of that ignorance. And he had been going for the kill…
Sidon could try to explain that he was a prince. The only heir at the moment to his aging father. His death, so soon after Mipha’s, would not only cripple Zoran morale, but it would also seal the fate of this Lynel Warrior as well.
It would be an easy way out, if the Lynels had anything like a chieftain. But from what Sidon had read up on them before setting out on his mission, they were often solitary creatures. But… It was also cowardly. Prince Sidon had never used his position to escape consequences, and he wouldn’t start now.
“I will ensure my people do not intrude on your home. If you kill me, more will come.” It would rankle the populace, especially the elders who all but worshiped Mipha’s memory. But the threat of Shock Arrows along with Sidon’s own warning would ensure the Lynel would remain unbothered by the Zora until it died in the next… What, seventy, ninety years?
A great deal of time to be sure, but as the longest lived race in Hyrule, it was a time frame that the Zora could live through.
“Dead warriors keep fishmen away. I kill more that come.” The Lynel dismissed, though they have yet to let loose their bow. “Tribute.”
A-ah, of course. A worthy prize for a victorious warrior!
Weapons of Zora make would likely be inferior to the great tools the Lynel already used. Sidon could offer up some Luminous Stone, but if the Lynel truly wanted that for himself it wouldn’t be that hard to get. Besides, what would the creature want for glowing rocks if he could use the light cast from his Shock Arrows if needed?
“Fish, then! Fish and crabs. I will see to it that you are brought fish and crabs from the river, once a month.” Sidon declared, doing his best to keep his panic from showing. It would not be enough to feed the Lynel fully on its own, but enough to ensure some variety in its diet.
Some of the guards would have to take up the task when Sidon himself is too busy with his princely duties to fulfill the bargain, but they’d be able to drop off a net of the foodstuff nearby so as to not intrude on the Lynel’s territory again.
“Hnnnn…” The Lynel considered the offer, tilting his head as they examined Sidon’s face and body. Looking for deception or fear no doubt, but Sidon had studied much too diligently on how to properly carry himself for any such signs to reveal themselves. And he fully intended to keep his word. “Fine. Fish and… crabs.”
An odd intonation of ‘crabs’. Did the Lynel perhaps not know what it was? Sidon recalls they’re not usually found on the coast, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he’d simply never eaten one.
Either way, the Lynel lowered his bow and approached as Sidon, his muscles having recovered enough to stop trembling, rose to his feet.
“Tribute. Now.” The Lynel demanded imperially.
“A-ah.” Sidon blinks, not expecting to have to follow through on his bargain so soon. But a deal is a deal, and it’s not as though it’s difficult for the Zora to catch some seafood in the Domain’s bountiful rivers and lakes. “Of course, if that’s what you prefer. I shall go catch some fish now…”
The Lynel grabs his arm before Sidon can leave, his other hand going to grab Sidon’s head fin in a firm grip! “W-what are you doing?!” Sidon shouted.
“River fishman. Fish from river.” The Lynel grinned, a long pink tongue licking its feline chops. “Tribute.”
“I- I am sure that I would not taste that good,” Sidon sputtered as he weakly tried to struggle free. But it would seem the after effects of the previous lightning still left him weakened. Or perhaps the Lynel was just that strong.
“Dumb fish,” the Lynel huffed, bringing its face nearer to Sidon’s. The prince screwed his eyes shut as he waited for the piercing pain of the Lynel’s teeth, breaking through his tough skin and tearing into hi-
Solid, dry lips pressed against Sidon’s mouth, a tongue lapping at them. Demanding entrance.
‘Ah, that’s what he meant,’ Sidon thought, suddenly struck by the realization as the Lynel pulled back.
“Fish submit,” they ordered, voice rougher than before. “Tribute.”
Sidon only had a moment before the Lynel was back on him, but that was enough time to prepare himself. His mouth opened to the monster. And that was all the permission the Lynel needed. A powerful hand moved from his arm to the back of his head, deepening the surprisingly passionate kiss. The Lynel’s tongue quickly filled his mouth, dominating the kiss utterly.
To his confusion, Sidon found himself actually enjoying the kiss. The Lynel knew what he was doing. The hand that had been holding his fin was removed, trailing down his back with a firm, assured touch, pressing him closer to the Lynel.
On instinct, Sidon brought his hands up to brace against the beast. His fingers met solid muscle, which tensed under his touch for a moment before relaxing. He found himself returning the kiss and leaning into the Lynel of his own volition.
If this was the tribute the Lynel demanded… well, maybe he wouldn’t mind paying it.
“Good.” The Lynel gruffly praised as he looked down at Sidon. A near novel experience, given his height the only person Sidon usually had to look up to was his own father. Sidon found that he did not dislike it.
“Down.” The Lynel said, pointing downward.
Sidon blinked in confusion. “D-down?” Was he telling him to stand down or…?
Sidon looked down, and found the creature’s crotch-plate. “A-ah! Yes, that would be quite uncomfortable…”
Sidon kneels down, not losing much height given Zora legs were a bit proportionally shorter than other races, and quickly undid the armored loincloth’s strap. With reverent hands, the royal Zora pulled the garment away to reveal… nothing?
“Huh?” Sidon tilts his head, much like a confused dog, at the lack of genitalia. It didn’t seem that the creature had a sheath either, which was what Sidon’s mind instantly went to. It was just… smooth, if furred, skin.
“Grahahahaha! Dumb fish, lower.” The Lynel laughed as he pushed Sidon’s head downward.
“What do you mean, lower?! All that’s down there is…” Sidon trails off as he comes face to face with the Lynel’s cock. Their big, fat, stallion cock.
Sidon’s only ever seen a horse on the small handful of times he’s left the Domain, and while he’d found the creatures fascinating in their own right they were ill suited for Zoran needs. He certainly hadn’t thought to examine this part of their anatomy… were all horses this big? Sidon knew that Zora were generally larger than Hylian’s, most averaging about eight inches.
Sidon himself was a good deal larger than the average Zora, but the Lynel easily had him beat. Probably sixteen inches and quite thick, with a flat, flared head, bobbing beneath the beast's body, demanding his attention.
Sidon opens his mouth, and sticks out his blue tongue to get a taste of the warrior that defeated him in one on one combat and to whom he now needed to offer ‘reparation.’
It was a bitter, but not unpleasant taste. Certainly different that any of the Zora sidon had been within in the past. The taste is far more pungent and concentrated than any of them.
Those thoughts were forced from his mind when the Lynel took a half step forward, forcing the first few inches of its length into Sidon’s mouth.
“Service,” the Lynel grunted above where Sidon knelt.
His mouth already stretched around the Lynel’s cock, Sidon got to work. His tongue lapped along the bottom of his length while he started to bob slowly. He made sure to keep his teeth well back, but even if he weren’t careful, he imagined that he’d be unable to do any real damage with them without making an effort, at least to a Lynel.
Working the length, he managed to take well over half without much issue, though the immense girth took a few moments to get used to. But still he managed to work up to a good pace before long, slurping and pleasuring the upper half of the Lynel’s cock.The inside of a Zora’s mouth was wet and slick, their saliva a little thicker than a Hylian’s on account of their amphibious nature. Something that the Lynel seemed to appreciate, beginning to lightly purr as Sidon lathered the beastly cock with his fervent attention.
“More,” the Lynel demanded, taking a step forward, nearly choking Sidon as he forced the royal prince of the Zora further down his cock.
‘S-slow down!’ Sidon mentally chided, but despite his internal protest he didn’t back up. If anything, he leaned forward to force his throat to accommodate the new challenge set before him.
How much of the Lynel was inside him right now? Ten, twelve inches? Sidon’s sure that he’s swallowing more cock than he’s ever had before, but there’s still those last few inches before him. Taunting him with the promise that he could be better, strive for more.
And all he had to do was… focus.
Zora biology was something every Zora warrior was intimately familiar with, on account of the need to be able to give first aid in the heat of battle or its aftermath in a pinch. And it was quite the fascinating subject. For example, despite having a set of lungs to breathe air, their gills also work with air! But due to some quirk of Zoran instinct, one had to manually ‘breathe’ through them.
A trick that Sidon had long since learned.
Feeling his gills flare open, Sidon opened his eyes, and mentally prepared his jaw for what he was about to put it through. Wrapping his large hands around either one of the Lynel’s back legs, Sidon braced himself, before pulling himself further down the Lynel’s horse cock, and didn't stop pulling until he’s taken all sixteen inches down! His mouth pressed to the stretched, leather flesh that supported the Lynel’s massive balls, hanging low and heavy.
It’s a relieving mix of pride and lust, knowing that he could take this warrior’s entire length now that he didn’t need to worry about breathing!
“GGgnnnnngh~!” Sidon moaned around the Lynel’s dick, his own erections having slipped out of their sheath and bobbing forgotten between his legs. On his knees, before a warrior that’s defeated him… it’s like one of those barbarian eroticas he sneaks into his chambers!
And… and he loved it. Every day he was Sidon, Prince of the Zora, future King of the Domain, meant to guide his people for centuries like his father before him, and the many other Zora of Sidon’s line.
Here though, beneath this Lynel, defeated and kneeling in the grass, his skin smeared with dirt and marred with scratches, lips wrapped around the Lynel’s immense cock, he was nothing more than a toy. Something to bring pleasure to a man who’d bested him in battle with apparent ease, and now took his pleasure with his flesh.
His cocks, hanging free below him, throbbed with arousal at the thoughts. It was the realization of fantasies that he’d only ever imagined in the privacy of his chambers, with the doors barred and under the cover of darkness. And now he was living it out on a mountain top, out in the open for the sky and gods to witness. And to a Lynel of all beings. The monster that they’d always been warned about.
“Good Fish,” the Lynel grunted, voice deep with pleasure. “More.”
Sidon wasn’t sure what the Lynel meant, but let out a sound that could only be described as pathetic as the cock was pulled from his lips, inches withdrawing from his throat as the Lynel took a half step back.
And then slammed forward, driving his cock back into Sidon with enough force that the prince was nearly knocked from where he knelt. The Lynel’s massive balls smacked into his chest, and he could feel his pectoral muscles bouncing with the impact.
Again and again, the Lynel thrust its cock into Sidon’s mouth. The Prince was doing all he could to keep from being knocked over, lest he let the Lynel’s amazing cock fully escape his mouth.
Sidon was holding on to the Lynel’s legs for dear life, fearing that he’d be bucked off the warrior’s cock should he allow his grip to lax. His concentration on his gills sputtered, causing the prince to gasp in a breath filled with musk and sweat. And he just knows that his ‘love spots’, bioluminescent marks on his fins that brighten as a sign of courting, were glowing brighter than they ever have before.
His head was swimming, the beginning of tears forming from exertion, and his own cocks leaking onto the muddy ground like a broken fountain.
The great Lynel had reduced the Zora prince to the humiliating, lustful position of a second rate whore.
Drool gushed past Sidon’s lips as he was used, coating both his chest and the Lynel’s heavy, heaving balls…
“Grrrrooaaahhh!” The Lynel roars as his lower body tenses and leans forward, his upper back leaning back to give maximum leverage to impale Sidon on his cock one last time as his white, warm seed gushes into Sidon’s mouth like a fire hose.
“Gluk, gluk, gluk-!” Sidon gulped down load after load of Lynel cum, eyes rolling up in his head as he chugs, chugs, chugs down the thickest seed he’s ever swallowed. Some of it is leaking out the side of his mouth, there’s so much cum!
The Lynel's release seemed to go on for minutes, and it was all he could do to swallow as fast as he could. It was only his gills that allowed him to manage it. He wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to swallow it if he weren’t able to breath with his gills, even as his throat was utterly stuffed with it. He could feel each throb of the Lynel’s cock inside him, and the growing warmth in his stomach, radiating out and more and more jizz was pumped into him.
Beneath him, left untouched this entire time, his twin cocks leaked into the grass beneath, trailing streams of pre-cum. He would’ve long since started stroking them, if not for the need to brace himself against the Lynel’s thrusting. But even now, with the Lynel’s cock buried in his throat, he was more focused on swallowing like his life depended on it.
He could feel as the Lynel’s release began to taper off. But he didn’t expect for the beast to move above him. With two steps, the Lynel stepped back. The cock in his throat was wrenched free, as he wasn’t prepared for the sudden motion. Instead it fell free of his mouth, a blast of cum catching him across the face, painting his skin with creamy, off-white jizz. In time for him to go collapsing forward onto the ground. Another jet of cum splattering against his back before it was reduced to steadily oozing more.
“Good fish,” the Lynel grunted, “good service.”
“Gggnnaahhh…” Sidon groaned into the ground, throat sore and his brain fried as his untouched cocks throbs between his legs. One last swallow of the thick seed coating his mouth…
“Gah!” Sidon gasps out as he swallows, the taste of the Lynel’s bitter, earthy load seeping into his palette. His leg feels sticky…. It takes a moment for the prince’s brain to process that he’s cum. The only stimulation being his cocks bouncing against one another.
The Lynel gives a huffing snort, satisfied with his tribute. “You come back. Before next moon.”
“Y-Yeash…” Sidon slurs as he sits back on his knees to look up at the red Lynel. “O-one month seems far too infrequent to visit the Zoras’ new neighbor.”
Sidon’s cocks quiver in anticipation.
“Your mouth?!” Link gaped as he sinks into the bath with Sidon, his sore ass feeling much better in Sidon’s lap than on the smooth marble of the Domain’s architecture. “You must have an iron jaw…”
“Hehehe,” Sidon flushes, the spots on his brow fading in and out like flickering fire flies. “If anything, you are the most impressive Link. To take the Lynel head on for your first try! In the back, to boot…”
Sidon’s hand caresses Link’s tender cheeks, cum from their shared conqueror still leaking out from the hero’s well-used hole. The tender touch sends shivers up Link’s spine. “S-sidon…”
“Was this not your intent when you crawled into my lap, my friend?” Sidon asks, as he turns around, seating Link up in his hands. His head sinks down halfway under the water to wrap his long, blue tongue around the Hylian’s cock.
“Please, for your hard work on the Domain’s behalf… allow me to help you relax. Think of it as an apology for not accompanying you sooner~” Sidon purrs before going down on Link’s cock.
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The notion that Lynel were merely a beastial species was dispelled in the aftermath of the defeat of Calamity Ganon, when reports came from across Hyrule about non-violent encounters with the long thought monstrous creatures. Initial reports were difficult to verify, with researchers being regularly attacked and driven away when approaching them. Despite this, those who made the initial reports continued to insist, and eventually diplomatic channels were opened.
The first and loudest voice proclaiming this was King Sidon of Zora’s Domain. Though a prince at the time, he was the first diplomat of the modern era to have regular contact with the Lynel people. How he learned of this and accomplished such strides with them, was something he never elaborated on in any official report.
-Excerpt from Page 4 of ‘A Study of Lynel History, Culture & Relations throughout Hyrule’