Forged in Malice

Chapter 13

Link has been falling into a bit of a routine during his time in Zora's Domain. His mornings are spent in sword training, wanting to keep his forms sharp despite it being muscle memory at this point. Afternoons consist of hunting, foraging, and fishing to kill time before evening sets in. It's become a regular thing for Link to cook dinner for himself and Sidon, the prince insisted on it after the champion opened up to him. Not that Link minds as Sidon tends to be busy with his duties, taking on several meetings with the council of elders that drag on and go nowhere, and working through an endless pile of paperwork if the Zora prince's complaints were taken at face value. At nightfall, Link spends the rest of his waking hours reading through the pictures he took of Kilton's journal, hoping to come across something useful before exhaustion hits and he sleeps for the night.

Tonight was no different as Link was laying in bed, scrolling through the pictures on his slate, his eyes aching slightly as he stared at the bright screen. With a huff, he tosses it to the foot of the bed as the words start to swim and blend together. Link felt like he wasn't getting anywhere, though he wasn't much of the bookish type. Perhaps he just needed to rest his eyes for a bit, take a break from reading and just relax, he did feel awfully tense lately. With that in mind, Link drops the guise and allows his horns and wings to show. He even removed his shirt so that his wings wouldn't be restricted.

Like being hit with a shock arrow, Link is surprised by the sudden rush of heat cloying through his entire body, goosebumps rising on his exposed skin as the chill in his bedroom becomes noticeable yet does nothing to relieve the warmth building under his flesh. Eyes wide as he becomes incredibly still, heart pounding in his chest as he holds his breath for a moment, wondering what in Hylia's name is causing him to have such a reaction. He distantly thinks that he might have eaten something with cold resistance, remembering a time he accidentally drank a spicy elixir during the day in the Gerudo Desert as it had a similar reaction. It wasn't until a dull throbbing between his legs made itself known, something that a potion definitely wouldn't cause in the searing heat of the desert sun.

Biting back a groan, the champion relaxes, relieved that he wasn't falling ill or was drugged but was now confused. The last time he ever felt like this was...actually when was the last time he felt so aroused for no reason? He certainly wasn't going to count that accident in the Hateno Lab, though the thought caused his tail to twitch. It would have to be before he was sealed and recovered in the Shrine of Resurrection, meaning his hormones were well overdue despite the turmoil he's been through nor obvious change in equipment, which was currently growing slick without any stimulation.

Link didn't need to be told twice that it wasn't just going to go away, this time, as another pulse was sent from his core. He was alone, after all, and at this late hour no one would be disturbing him. The door should be locked, anyway, making it far too easy for his own body to persuade him into indulgence.

Settling back against the pillows and swiftly kicking off his trousers with his boxers in tow, the Hylian lets out a slight hiss through his teeth as he was now completely exposed to the chilling air, greatly noticing that his own arousal was beginning to cling to his inner thighs. Without much thought, his hand drifts down the toned muscles of his stomach, causing a fresh set of goosebumps to rise once more as his fingers move through coarse hair before catching on the mess left on his outer lips. His heartbeat picks up as his other hand muffles the soft gasp Link lets out, hesitating for a second before knocking his legs a little further apart and spreading himself open. A chill runs up his spine, causing his wings to twitch uncomfortably against his back. Biting his lip, Link sits up slightly to let them unfold, stretching out towards the edges of the soft bed as he lays back and finally eases a finger into himself.

A moan slips out from his mouth, muffled by his free hand as he finds a pace, slowly dragging his middle finger nearly all the way out before thrusting it right back in his aching pussy. One finger quickly became two as Link's eyes closed, the Hylian falling deeper and deeper into this pleasure; a simple, yet not so innocent, thought pops up through the haze of his lust. What would Prince Sidon's fingers feel like?