Newt one shots Book 3

Captured P1 TMR X BOTW

Newt walked through a particularly dense bit of forest doing his best not to get caught out by anything, he was looking for Y/n as she had gone into the forest half an hour ago looking for some berries or something, he didn't know he wasn't listening to her at the camp when she said so. So he wondered though doing his best to find her. Throughout the forest, Newt called out for her, only to be met with silence. The sound of birds and other animals in the trees was the only noise surrounding him. Just as he was about to turn back to the camp, he picked up a faint sound to the left of him. A rustling in the bushes...

Newt perked up grabbing his sword and sneaking his way through the bushes expecting two likely outcomes, either he was about to run into Y/n and she'd bonk him on the head with her bow for frightening her, or A Moblin was about to pounce.

However... Neither of these things happened well technically they both kinda did...

He stopped just still hidden by the bush, as in front of him was a clearing with a fairly large half-below-ground Moblin camp, the campfire set in the centre, the dumb beasts roaming as they did, but also there was Y/n. As for some unknown reason instead of attacking her, they had... Captured her.

She was hung from a tree off to the side of the camp, the rope around her wrists hanging her so her feet wouldn't touch the ground. Her hair was messy and falling from its braid, her face squealed and screamed, and her blue dress was torn and dirty, she kicked and squirmed but couldn't do much to fight them,

The Moblins all gathered about her, tickling her, pinching her, ripping her dress trying to steal anything they could and torment their prisoner in the process,

Newt's eyes widen as he sees the scene before him. Newt felt a wave of anger wash over him as he thought for a moment about what to do. But he couldn't just storm out in the open and attack. So he stayed hidden... for the time being at least.

she squealed and screamed as more and more of the creatures came out from the burrows to play around with her like she was some toy or food they could torment, each one tattering her dress more and more until one grabbed her dress and exposed her bare breasts,

Newts ears flicked at the sound of the dress ripping, his eyes going wide at the sight that now lay before him. Y/n was fully exposed... the Moblins were clearly loving this. Newt hadn't ever seen Y/n's... Assets before but immediately it drew the creature's attention as they ripped her dress to shreds exposing her completely which only made her scream more as their pinching and tickling became touching. He continued to watch, silently debating over his plan, and as he did he subconsciously let out a small growl. How dare they touch her like that!

the tickling and playing became touching her intimately, no matter how much she screamed, some began liking her, sniffling her, a few of the creatures even touching both themselves and her

Newt knew he should held her, but there were so many he had no way to fight them all especially not if there angry, and as horrible as it made Newt feel... Part of him, really liked seeing Y/n all exposed in a way he'd never seen before. The sight of Y/n being touched and toyed with in that way... how she squirmed and tried to get free... it made some parts of Newt feel things he knew he shouldn't. He knew he should go and help her... and yet he can't help but watch. His eyes stay fixated on her, and he subconsciously starts biting his lip

the Moblins become more excited now fully torturing her, touching her, licking her, rubbing against her, one took its chance to move under her legs and began licking her senselessly which only made her scream more

Newt couldn't help biting his lip, before he knew it, he was beyond hard. Newt couldn't take it anymore. He needed to look away. He knew how wrong it was to feel like this at a time like this... watching her be touched and licked like that. He slowly started to look away, not wanting to watch anymore... not wanting to give in to the temptation this image of her was giving him but when he looked away it got worse as looking away made him understand just how truly aroused he was, a tent in his trousers and her screams echoing in his head. He closes his eyes for a moment, a wave of shame washing over him. How could he be getting aroused by something like this? Listening to her screams