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The rays of high noon ebbed in intensity as evening set in over the Gerudo Desert. The denizens of this ecosystem, from Vai to voltfruit, have lived and evolved in this valley long enough to get used to the blazing heat that the desert noons brought. By the time the beginnings of twilight rolled around, all of these organisms were thankful for the relative comfort and coolness that the increasing shade brought. However, one visitor to this harsh land once again found it hard to adjust to the heat, no matter what time of day it was.
"Ha... ha... I do apologize. Even after... ha... so many days of visitation... this heat is still killer to me..." Princess Zelda's accent quivered with exhaustion as she panted through her thoughts, her chest rising and falling as she laid on the stones of the courtyard to the left of the palace. The shade allowed her to look up at her instructor for the evening, her eyes falling upon a pillar of feminine beauty and power.
"You have nothing to apologize for, little bird. To keep up with a Gerudo workout is nothing short of impressive. You should be proud of yourself."
Urbosa, champion of the Gerudo, leaned over and reached her hand out for Zelda to grab.
Try as she might, Zelda just couldn't help but feel a twinge in the pit of her stomach as she looked up at Urbosa's visage. Her tall, muscular frame was bordered by golden light from the setting sun. The glistening of her champions garb paled in comparison to the shimmer of her molten dark skin, made extra luminous by the sheen of sweat coating her skin. And her warm smile accented by her blue lipstick made her heart skip a beat. The Gerudo chief, in this and many other moments, looked mesmerizing to the princess.
Zelda blinked before she realized she was caught staring for a bit longer than she should have. A blush that could have passed for a sunburn if she insisted hard enough brushed against her cheeks as she reached out to grasp Urbosa's hand. The chief's grip was firm and strong, a grip that she could depend on with her life. But at the same time, the grip was slick with sweat from both of their hands.
Nevertheless, Urbosa easily lifted Zelda up from her prone position, her legs a tiny bit sore from their workout.
"Thank you, Urbosa," Zelda said, a little embarrassed.
"Of course, princess. I'm happy you were able to make it out here on such short notice. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to inform you of the schedule change sooner. I've ordered the city guard to perform extra training days in retaliation to the numerous sightings of the Yiga Clan in the territory."
"Oh, it's no problem at all. I wasn't frightfully busy at the moment, and I wouldn't miss training with you for the world!"
"Well, I'm happy to hear that!" Urbosa beamed. "Why don't we head inside the palace. I saved some iced water just for you. A rare delicacy in these parts."
Zelda grinned at the good-natured comment, making sure her legs wouldn't give out from under her as she walked behind Urbosa through the ranks of soldiers that were winding down from the harsh workout.
The princess tried not to fixate on imaging all of these women gawking at her in her outfit. Even though Zelda insisted that she do the workouts in the less insulated outfits that vai in the region customarily wore, it still made Zelda concerned that she was showing a little too much skin for her tastes. Her smooth tummy and legs were on full display from all angles, a necessity for comfortable desert living but not something that Zelda could feel she'd ever get used to. Luckily, the women of this town were respectful to the royal girl, even if she felt like her clothes were see-through from time to time.
Instead of fixating on that, she instead fixated on someone that's occupied a lot of space in her mind recently.
Zelda barely thought about the path they were taking, trusting Urbosa to follow the way into the palace that they've always taken as she thought about the Gerudo woman. Zelda hated to admit it, but there was something deep-seated and instinctual about her feeling towards Urbosa. It wasn't just adoration or friendship or warmth that she felt for her, although those feelings were in the mix. It was something more, something greedier and much more depraved. Zelda always stopped herself from continuing the line of thought, afraid of where it would take her. But right now, after spending a full afternoon with the woman, it was impossible to stop herself.
Her mind wandered to earlier, when the princess feigned exhaustion and asked for a break in the shade. In reality, her motive for sitting back was to watch Urbosa uninhibited. Watch the way her chiseled muscles contrasted and rubbed together during various stretches and maneuvers, watch her face harden in concentration as she made the betterment of her body her one and only focus, watch as the sun beat down on her rich, brown skin until sweat formed in clear beads along the contours of her muscles only to glide down the crevasses and drip off of her onto the parched brickwork of the courtyard floor. At the moment, it made Zelda realize how parched she was, despite a bucket of fresh water right next to her. Almost as if she wasn't thirsty for just water...
Zelda shook her head, trying to wave those egregious thoughts out of her head as they passed the threshold of the shaded, cool palace. She struggled to focus on anything other than her dirty musings and desperately wished for anything else that could draw her attention. And as if by some cruel joke from the goddess, she got exactly that.
It only took one whiff of a certain smell to throw Zelda's brain into chaos. She almost stumbled up the steps leading to Urbosa's chambers, just barely able to correct herself and not draw unwanted attention. With each step up, not only did the smell grow stronger and stronger, but she realized with dread where it was coming from.
The sweet, alluring, salty scent of Urbosa fresh from a workout plagued the poor princess. She had never noticed before how powerful the scent was, but right now it wasn't helping her rid herself of her horrible thoughts. She did everything short of cover her nose with her hands, but the scent just kept penetrating her barriers, her consciousness, insisting that it be her sole focus.
Wall after wall broke down, and she found herself indulging in the smell. Taking deep lungfuls of air inside of her and letting the smell of a dirty, unwashed Urbosa rot her brain. Her mind was so focused on fighting a war between depravity and piety that she walked into Urbosa's back before she even had a chance to process that the taller woman stopped walking.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry, princess." Urbosa apologized as she pivoted on her heels, making sure that she hadn't dazed Zelda with her body. "You look okay, at least. Is something the matter, though? You seem unfocused."
Zelda snapped away from her horny delusions long enough to answer the woman.
"Y-yes! I'm perfectly fine. It must be this heat getting to me is all. Us Hylians aren't well adapted to the desert like the Gerudo are."
Urbosa's face softened as she realized that nothing pressing was threatening her dear friend.
"Well in that case, why don't we get you some of that iced water I mentioned?"
The tall woman turned back around and opened the extravagant double doors that led to her chamber. Even though Zelda had been in this room before, she still marveled at the impressive furnishings and wonderful craftsmanship, despite her addled mindscape. Unlike lots of other Gerudo-style architecture, Urbosa's room lacked an open-air plan, instead being lit by flaming sconces on each of her four enclosed walls. The highlight of the room was the most luxurious bed Zelda had ever seen, large enough to fit a dozen of women her size and embellished with translucent silks of all colors.
"Please have a seat, princess. I'll fetch the water."
Zelda obliged, walking on shaky to the edge of the bed before sitting down, amazed at how easy she sunk into the material. Urbosa's heels clicked against the stone floor as she gently opened an icebox in the corner of the room, a commodity if there ever was one in the Gerudo Desert. Zelda did her best not to look at Urbosa's bent-over butt now that the view wasn't blocked by the round shield she usually wore at her waist.
"Here you go. I hope it's to your liking!"
Urbosa walked back to Zelda with a chalice filled to the brim with cool, crystalline water. She could feel the chill of the water through her cup as she leaned in to take a sip, letting the surprising crispness relax her body and her scrambling mind.
"Ahh!" Zelda sighed, finishing her sip. "Thank you very much for the drink, Urbosa. Oh, wait. Are you not going to have some yourself?"
Zelda noticed that she only brought one cup out, her hostess just standing there watching Zelda drink before sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. She chuckled lightly before answering.
"I do appreciate your concern, little bird. I try not to indulge in iced water after training. I wouldn't want to get accustomed to something that isn't guaranteed, you know? The water my people provide is more than enough for me."
"Wow, you truly are amazing, Urbosa." Zelda mused, most of her erogenous thoughts escaping her as she felt genuine adoration for this woman.
"Why thank you," Urbosa said, waving off the comment. "I'm glad you think so, but I am just a product of my training. I'm no more than a Gerudo vai beyond that."
"But that isn't true!" Zelda said, almost spilling the contents of her cup. "You are an incredible woman and an even more amazing friend to me. Your determination towards your people and your body is remarkable. You're stronger than most men I've ever met. I've seen you fight Link to a standstill and barely break a sweat! And speaking of sweat, even after the hours of exercise we did, you still look incredible!"
Zelda realized that she was rambling and shut her mouth, hoping to any divine power that was listening that she didn't make it obvious that she was intently watching Urbosa's sweat. Luckily, she didn't seem to push the topic if she did notice.
"You're too sweet to me, Zelda. It feels like every time we meet you shower me with praise."
"W-well, it's true. I really do think you're great."
"Oh, really? Then prove it~"
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier the instant Urbosa's voice turned sultry and said those words. Zelda wasn't looking at the woman. She was looking straight ahead, trying to parse if she was still within the same realm she was in a second ago. She'd never heard Urbosa say something so oozing with sexual tension. Her already heated body started to flare up with the same desire she felt walking behind the woman earlier.
Urbosa's hand teasingly wrapped around her own before taking the near-empty chalice from her hand, placing it out of sight before using that same hand slick with condensation and sweat to grip her chin and turn her head towards her.
What Zelda saw could've been mistaken for an entirely different vai. Identical in look, but the energy her blazing green eyes gave off made her tummy explode with butterflies. She had to look up to stare into those eyes, the slight tilt in her neck signifying that only one of them could be in charge right now.
And as much as she didn't want to think about it, as much as she clawed and screamed internally to stop her line of thinking from progressing any further, she couldn't deny that the sweaty scent that Zelda caught whiffs of on the way in was much, much more intense now. Even in the large room, with both doors closed it was only a matter of time before their unwashed bodies stunk up the room. Zelda could feel her body weaken as she took in more of that workout musk straight from the source, their bodies so close together on the edge of the bed that Urbosa might have been staining her borrowed clothes with her smell.
"I'm no fool, little bird~ I've seen every lecherous look you've given me while I work out. I've heard every tiny sniff of you trying to soak in my scent. I'm more than aware of how needy your body becomes after our little workout sessions. If you're so intent on lauding praise about my body, I want you to show just how much you mean those words. Understand?"
Urbosa made her look into her eyes with the hand on her chin as she spoke, the resolution in her gaze and her voice ringing through Zelda's body. The usually levelheaded princess melted under the pressure of it all. She didn't think for a second to deny this woman.
"Y-yes, ma'am. I'll prove myself in any way you wish me to."
"Aww~ You agreed to that so easily. You must really mean what you've said about me, huh? I guess we'll prove that without a shadow of a doubt in due time. For now, I want you to strip bare for me. You can do that right?"
"O-of course, ma'am."
Zelda felt her body shiver with nerves as she stood up from the bedside and grabbed the hem of her breezy top. The princess was by no means hyper prudent, spending many nights in her bedroom alone with her hand, but this was the first time she's ever gotten naked in front of someone that wasn't her family. The knowledge that Urbosa not only asked for, but demanded her first sexual experience like this was infinitely attractive to her.
Having to come to terms with a lot of things about herself that she wasn't aware of before today, the princess followed Urbosa's orders and stripped off her clothes. First came her top, which slid up and over her bare, sweaty arms to reveal that she wore nothing to support her bust underneath. Her boobs bounced from the removal of the top, sweat shimmering from the torchlight as it slipped down her ample chest. Her nipples were adorably pink and similarly slick with sweat, the relatively cool air of Urbosa's room getting them hard in an instant.
She moved on to her baggy pants, her heart racing as she exposed herself more and more to this woman she looked up to. Her thumbs hooked onto her waistband and pulled the fabric down easily, the silken material sticking to her sweaty thighs before coming off at her feet. She hesitated around her light blue panties, feeling her embarrassment rising, but being overshadowed by her devotion to Urbosa's order. She slid them off, showing that Zelda's pussy was perfectly bald with not a hair to be found. She was very particular about keeping herself clean down there, although now she was coming to realize that her insistence might have been a subconscious rejection of the dirty kinks she'd been harboring for Goddess knows how long. She couldn't find it in her to look at Urbosa, even when she heard shuffling and shifting from the woman still on the bed.
"My little girl is ashamed, is she?" Urbosa asked, her voice of liquid gold sending chills down Zelda's naked spine. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is a magnificent specimen. The perfect combination of cute and elegant. Although, if it were up to you, you would put my body on a much higher pedestal, wouldn't you?"
The praise made Zelda's heart flutter, while the question at the end of her sentiment drew her eyes up.
Laying sensually across her lavish bed was Urbosa in all of her naked glory. Her endless legs flowed across the bed like a river before crossing at the heels. Her body rested slightly on its side towards the princess. Her arms crossed over her chest as if to tease her by concealing what little bit of her body wasn't fully on display.
Zelda had to blink just to make sure that what she was seeing in front of her was real. Urbosa's body was actually just as perfect as she always imagined it to be. Her amazingly rich skin was coated in a clear layer of sweat that clung to her from their earlier workout. Her muscles showed in the firelight and were accentuated perfectly by her perspiration. Zelda's eyes slid upwards over her chiseled midsection to her full chest. The princess swore each one was the size of a hydromelon and looked just as sinfully delicious with large, dark nipples topping each milk tank.
The chieftain chuckled at Zelda's desperate, undivided attention towards her sculpture-like body. Her locks of fiery red hair shifted against the pillows supporting her back as she adjusted herself for Zelda's viewing pleasure. If the plain view of her naked form entrapped the princess before, this move was intended to go for the kill.
"My my, princess ~ If your expression is anything to go by, you certainly weren't kidding about how fond you were of me. Don't just stand there gawking, though. Climb in bed with me and indulge yourself as much as you wish~"
Zelda jumped a little as she realized her mouth was hanging up after starring for so long.
"R-right! I'm sorry. I just got swept up in... everything, I guess."
Zelda blushed as she realized how ditzy she sounded in front of Urbosa. Luckily, the woman didn't seem to think less of her as she crawled into her bed. The older woman smiled down to her as she inched forward to the woman's steaming hot body.
"Enjoy the sight, little bird~?" Urbosa asked this with a teasing little in her voice, her smile somewhat smug at how enraptured the Hylians was with her.
"Well...," Zelda hesitated. "I'd be lying if I said no. I just can't get your figure out of my mind. Everything about you is perfect. Even... how sweaty you are..."
The blonde's voice grew quieter and meek as she admitted this, believing that even after all of this Urbosa would think less of her if she said it out loud. But as it turns out, all it did was earn a light chuckle.
"Hmhm! You like that, huh? While that is a first, I can't say I find that unattractive in the slightest~"
As Urbosa said this, she brought her hand down from her chest and ran a finger up her defined abs. It traced the outline of her abdominal muscles, leaving a trail of wet skin from where sweat accumulated along her fingertip. Zelda's mouth unconsciously watered watching the display.
"You know, most days after training, I have my servants draw me a bath so that I may soak the fatigue and sweat and smell from my body. It is a wonderful way to relax after working my body to its limits. Although, now that you have expressed such an interest in my body, I may have a proposition we'll both find more than agreeable."
Zelda's heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Urbosa, mortified and thrilled to learn where she was going with this.
"I want you to put that wonderfully pious mouth of yours to good use and wash me completely~"
"Oh!" Zelda stuttered, her cute accent stumbling over itself at the proposition. "Oh my. Um, well... I...-"
"Zelda."
Zelda was cut off from her rambling and looked Urbosa in the face. Her suddenly stern tone threw her off guard more than a lot of today's events had.
"That was not a suggestion, little bird. That was an order. You will lick and suck and worship my body until it is shimmering completely with your spit, understand?"
Urbosa's eyes were intense. They were hot with a mix of passion and determination as she demanded the younger girl into bathing her. And to Zelda's surprise, it all made her melt with desire. She pressed her chubby thighs together, feeling her privates get slick just from hearing the authoritarian tone coming from this woman who was usually so gentle with her.
"Yes," Zelda said, nodding her head as she found that she was weirdly resolute now. "Of course, ma'am. I'd be happy to."
Despite her newfound resolution, she still found that her body shook ever so slightly from nerves as she finished crawling the considerable distance between their two bodies. She simply ignored these nerves, steeling herself to focus on something she knew that she always wanted to do.
As Zelda lowered her face towards Urbosa's tummy, the undeniable stench that had plagued her thoughts for so long only grew stronger and stronger. The raw, pungent odor was intoxicating to the poor girl, wiping away any and all inhibitions she had as it stained her nose with its scent.
The smell was so effective at muddling Zelda's brain into a puddle of dirty sexual bliss that she didn't even hesitate as she opened her mouth and let her tongue fall out and onto the plain of Urbosa's belly.
The initial shock of tasting the sweaty Gerudo warrior was a sensation the princess never wanted to forget. The bitter taste instantly coated her tongue and assaulted it like a lynel. Just the contact made her moan aloud, her pussy growing wetter by the second and staining her legs with its royal juices.
Zelda wasted no time in putting her mouth to work. Like a dog, she dragged her tongue over as much of Urbosa's stomach as she could. She lapped up her side before moving towards her center, making sure not a drop of her coveted sweat was missed. The room was filled with the subtle noises of her soft licks mingling with her intermittent moans.
Her relatively cold breath condensated on Urbosa's steaming skin as she finally made it to her hot abs. She used a hand to tuck her golden hair behind her pointed ear as she ran her tongue through each individual divot that her abs formed in her stomach, relishing in filling her mouth with the treasure that was Urbosa's sickly sweet sweat. Her face traveled lower until it reached Urbosa's navel, which she happily slipped her tongue into and covered in a fine sheen of her drool.
Zelda was so caught up in her duty to lick her superior clean that she only tangentially was aware that Urbosa had placed a hand on her head and was gently pushing her deeper against her stomach.
"Mmm! I'm impressed by your drive, little bird~ You know exactly how to treat a lady, especially one as dirty as me. I hope you don't mind if we keep this little arrangement going for all of our workout sessions together, hmm?"
Zelda didn't have the mind to answer as she was busy throwing herself at Urbosa's unwashed body. She felt a slight pressure in her hair, taking a bit to realize that it was Urbosa's hand on her head that was pulling her ever so slightly upwards. The princess relaxed her neck and let Urbosa guide her head, all the while she dragged her dirty tongue over her muscles, even if she was certain she'd already cleaned them.
The princess felt her head be guided up the hills of Urbosa's defined abs all the way to the swell of her massive tits. Eager to put her mouth to more use, Zelda dragged her tongue over as much skin as she could handle. She was ecstatic to find that her chest was just as sweaty as her stomach, if not more so. The mind-numbed princess happily sought out every bitter bead of sweat she could find and drank it like the good tongue bather she was learning to be.
"Mmm! Sho... good!" Zelda slurred, her tongue gliding against Urbosa's tits as she admitted how much she was enjoying herself. Without consciously realizing it, she had snaked one of her own hands down her body and jammed two fingers into her dripping, bald snatch, the sloshing sounds her pussy made being added to the moans she shamelessly let out.
"I'm glad you-ah! Mmm~ I'm glad you like it, little bird," Urbosa said, her own moans escaping her mouth. "Finally see how much of a submissive little slut you really are? Has my divine body convinced you that even though you're a princess, you're much happier servicing the body of an older, dirtier woman?"
As she said this, her grip on Zelda's golden hair guided her towards one of her dark nipples, where the girl happily latched her mouth around it like a child. She nodded, agreeing that she was a dirty whore for Urbosa as her tongue swirled around her hardening, dark nipple. Urbosa couldn't hold back her sighs of pleasure as Zelda's inexperience yet enthusiastic technique sent shivers through her entire body. She adjusted her head so that she greedily sucked on the other tit, flicking the tanned nub with her tongue before sucking it hard, almost as if she expected milk to come out.
"Fuck, Zelda~ You're doing such a good job of making me feel like a queen. My body hasn't felt this good in ages. None of my servants have the same fervor as you, my child~ I think this type of passion earns you a special reward. Something that I know you've been dying to experience ever since you met me, whether you knew it or not~"
Zelda felt a tug at the back of her head as Urbosa pulled her off of her tit with a slight pop. Her breasts jiggled tantalizingly in front of her as her face was manhandled off to the side.
It took only a moment before realization hit her as to what Urbosa meant by a "special reward." Or rather, it took a moment before the rank stench of her "special reward" hit her.
Before she knew it, she was mere inches away from Urbosa's sweaty, steaming, unkempt jungle of an armpit.
The most striking thing to Zelda's depraved mind was the smell of her pits. It was by all accounts pungent and thick and sour, but Zelda couldn't get enough of it. She swore she could see the scent of it as she was held close to the jungle of fiery red hairs. She was surprised that it was never more obvious to her before now considering Urbosa's revealing uniform. Maybe her subconscious didn't want to believe something so sickeningly appetizing was right there waiting for her.
Sweat formed like dew drops along the thick hairs of her armpit bush. Some of it old from their workout, some of it newer as a result of Urbosa getting hot and bothered by Zelda's worship. It all mingled together into a fluffy, damp tangle of hairs so thick and copious that it would definitely be visible even if she brought her arm down. And Zelda couldn't get enough of the sight. Her mouth hung open in slack-jawed stupidity, drool leaking from the sides of her mouth as she let the sight and smell of Urbosa's erogenous armpits liquefy her brain.
"Like what you see, Zelda~" The princess was briefly snapped out of her trance by her new dom's honeyed voice. "Better get used to seeing my unwashed pits~ You did promise you'd wash me completely, didn't you? And last I checked, my sweaty armpits are a part of me. Do your best, little bird~ I don't think I've washed them in a good day or two."
With that last sentiment, a threat to most but a promise for the slut she had by the hair, she pulled Zelda forward, mashing her face into the jungle of her armpits.
The chieftain had to hold in a giggle as the depraved, slutty moans that Zelda let out from having her entire face smothered in her pits vibrated against her and tickled her more than she was expecting. Mixed in with that laughter were moans brought on by the princess immediately setting herself to the tasks of depraving herself to clean her idol.
Her tongue shot out of her mouth and dragged through the tangle of hair that was her bushy pits. Her body shivered from the taste of rank, nasty sweat staining her tongue. She swore she would never again eat anything that the royal chefs cooked that even compared to the powerful, bitter taste of Urbosa's pit sweat.
Her tongue eventually met skin, having pushed through her curly hairs far enough to get to work on wiping away her sweat from the source. She happily ran her tongue up and down the plains of her armpits, her moans almost totally muffled.
The hand that Zelda pressed into her pussy wiggled against her clit at lightning speeds, her quim darkening her legs and the sheets she was kneeling on as she finally pushed herself over the edge. Moving her tongue across Urbosa's dirty pits as fast as her fingers, she squirted far more than she ever had when masturbating alone. Her clean-shaven pussy spasmed and twitched as she leaked like a common back alley slut. Yet even despite riding out the waves of a mind-shattering orgasm, she still pressed forward with her cleaning. She had promised her mommy, after all.
Mommy...? Zelda thought vaguely as she worked.
The thought was quickly dismissed as she happily relinquished herself to her duty. Her tongue kept up its pace, slipping through the dense jungle of sweat-stained, smelly pit hairs before reaching her skin and dragging it as far as she could go, accumulating sweat and hair and whatever else was trapped between her arm and her body. Then she pulled her tongue back to start all over again.
After a few minutes of this treatment, although if you asked Zelda she would plead that it was much too short a timeframe, the princess felt her hair get yanked on once again, drawing her face back and causing her pussy to gush a little more of her clear femcum.
Looking her dead in the face was the woman whom she fell asleep thinking about more times than she could count. The powerful contours of her face clashed with the soft color of her eyes. It was a woman who she wanted, needed , to be in charge of her, and both of them knew it.
And looking at Urbosa through a hazed expression and on a face that was propped up by Urbosa's grip was one of a complete slut. Her entire face was slick and stained sweat, both Urbosa's and her own. Mixed in with that clear liquid was a considerable amount of her drool from recklessly slobbering over her body. Stuck to her cheeks here and there and peeking out from her lips were strands of her armpit hair. It was an absolutely sickening, sad display that was entirely unbecoming of the princess of Hyrule, and that was even before she stuck her tongue out, showing that she had swallowed all of the sweat that had formed under Urbosa's arms while failing to have swallowed the curled hairs stuck to her tongue.
" Ha... ha... All clean, mommy~!!!" Zelda's eyes crossed as she proudly stated that she was able to clean her mistress.
"Aww~ Little bird, did you just call me mommy?" Urbosa asked.
"Mmm, yeah...~ Is that okay? Can you please be my mommy from now on?"
If any rationality was left in Zelda's brain, it would be screaming at her to stop talking. While a bit jarring to the chieftain, this confession wasn't a complete surprise to the bits of the princess' consciousness that still bothered to function. She had always secretly looked up to the warrior as a mother figure after her real mother left her life. Perhaps this was where her unhealthy obsession with her body sprang from, all those hours of thinking about every contour of this proud, dignified, strong leader. Years of suppressing this desire had finally welled up too much to ignore, leading to the situation she now found herself in. Not that she would ever complain.
Urbosa's domineering smile took on a hint of warmth as she listened to Zelda's plea. While her feelings weren't as extensive as the princess', she still looked after this girl whom she sometimes thought of as a surrogate daughter. As much as she didn't want to admit it, at least not publically, thinking of this once proud ruler turned body worshiping slut as something akin to her daughter made the situation so much hotter.
"Of course, princess~," Urbosa said adoringly. "I'll be more than happy to consider you my precious little girl. As long as you respect my position as your mommy and do anything that I say, okay?"
Zelda nodded happily, the blush painting her cheeks no longer one of embarrassment but one of unrelenting lust.
"And as my precious little girl," Urbosa continued. "You need to do what I say all the way to completion. And if I remember correctly, you still haven't finished cleaning my body~"
Zelda shivered from the combination of her mommy using that new pet name and remembering that she still had so much more of her mommy's body to explore.
Without a word, Zelda's hair slipped from Urbosa's grip as she drove her face to the crevice of her other, untouched armpit.
The tanned goddess let out a harsh, breathy moan. Zelda's renewed worship caught her by surprise as her body grew hotter and lewder from the contact.
Once again, Zelda put herself through the dirty work of licking her mommy's armpits completely, irrefutably clean. Dragging her tongue this way and that through the tangle of hair, she devoted herself fully to her service.
Now, after letting the rush of doing something so deprave simmer down in her jumbled mess of a body, Zelda had time to appreciate another, almost more prevalent part of Urbosa's body: the smell. Being so close to the source of her dirty, sour musk was everything she could have ever dreamed of. As she lapped up her armpits like a filthy mutt, she took in deep, snorting whiffs of the stuff with every other breath she took. She swore that the area around them stink worse and worse with each passing second, her spit mingling with her mommy's sweat and pit hair to make the perfect concoction that rotted Zelda's deplorable brain.
Urbosa loved the smell too. Maybe not as much as Zelda desperately fell in love with it, but she would be lying if she didn't find her own musk hot. Sometimes she'd purposefully go a day or two without bathing, just to see how much she could flood her chambers with the thick smell while she pleasured herself. She was so glad that Zelda, this lady she had basically nurtured into a fine young woman, was just as much of a scent slut as she was. The smell, along with the absolute euphoria that was feeling her tongue drag along every inch of her body and cleaning the sweat and grime off of her made her madly horny. She knew that Zelda wasn't finished with her second armpit yet, but she didn't care in the slightest as she gripped her head and pulled her back, once again coming face to face with the slut she had groomed.
"Ha...! Ha...! That's enough for now, baby~" Urbosa could barely get the words out as she panted with need. "You've proven yourself to be a more than capable crud cleaner for my body~! Although, I must admit that I am impatient and, frankly, desperately on edge. I think we'll both be delighted if we just skip to the fun part~"
Even in her fuck drunk state, Zelda knew exactly what she meant. She nodded stupidly as she felt the grip on her head fall lax. The body under her started moving up towards the head of Urbosa's mighty bed while Zelda shimmied down, her eyes trailing the spots of drool she had lathered into her tits and abs minutes ago. She didn't stop moving down until she saw the real treasure she had been pining after for most of her life.
Resting in between Urbosa's thick, muscular legs was a pussy that was completely carpeted with pubes. She could hardly see her mommy's perfect, pink pussy lips past the jungle of fiery red, curly pubes that lined her pussy and trailed up just a tiny bit towards her navel. She kept that part ever so slightly trimmed as to not make it obvious when she wore the skirt of her uniform. The entire zone of her overgrown pelvis was gently matted with a combination of sweat and pussy juice, both of which Urbosa's body excreted steadily throughout the encounter.
As much as Zelda's gaze wanted to stay pinned on the beautiful sight of her mommy's unclean, unshaven pussy forever, she felt her eyes slowly sweep lower, following the contours of her asscrack towards her puckered, dark butthole. This area too was covered with thick, curly hairs, although not nearly as aggressively as her pussy was.
And to top it all off, the smell was even more repulsive and pungent. As soon as she had spread her legs for her little girl, the musk that Zelda feared that she was growing numb to at this point was overshadowed by one that defied all expectations she could ever have for how good something could smell. The mixture of sweat and quim was thick and stained everything it touched indefinitely. Zelda could tell that her hair, skin, every part of her would wreak of this stuff for days no matter how well she cleaned herself.
"Well, what's with the wait?" Urbosa asked, a flare of indignation in her voice. "Don't you want to clean out my asshole? Quit staring and put that wonderful tongue of yours to work!"
Before Zelda could wholeheartedly accept, she felt the hand that she had come to love grip the back of her head and slammed her straight towards Urbosa's exposed privates. Her face was consumed in the wild bush of pubes, her senses of sight and touch dulled while her smell and taste senses went haywire. Her nose was buried right into Urbosa's cooch, the tip of her cute little button immediately getting drenched in pussy juice as she got to enjoy another source of the smell she was growing addicted to. Her mouth was basically kissing Urbosa's butthole, her lips pressed against her pucker, occasionally being tickled by her ass hair. Just this stimulus and the fact that she was oh so close to her mommy in this way made her moan violently before feeling an uncontrollable tremble in her legs. Before she knew it, she was cumming all over herself just from smelling the rich aroma that was Urbosa's dirty, smelly pussy.
Her orgasm only barred her process for a second or two, her mind already so scrambled that she didn't have much to recuperate. She closed her eyes and let her tongue fall out of her mouth, planting it directly against her mommy's asshole. She wasted no time in lathering up her thick-rimmed pucker, soaking the hole in her spit before widening the area of her cleaning, lapping up at her anal hairs much like she had with her armpits. This hair was noticeably different, coarser and shorter and drenched with so much more noxious stink that drove Zelda even wilder.
She still huffed in as much of the steamy musk as she could as her tongue swirled tighter and higher towards Urbosa's winking asshole. Zelda took a deep breath of as much of her mommy's smell as she could before ramming her tongue in, shoving her face as deep into Urbosa's wide, toned ass as she could while drilling her tongue deep inside of her butt.
Urbosa gripped the sheets she was laying back against hard, her moans loud and easily drowning out Zelda's, which were muffled by her pussy hair. She didn't care how depraved she sounded or even if one of her subordinates heard her. She was too busy swimming in the incomparable feeling of having someone who loves you more than anything else in the world gladly eat out her dirty ass.
The proud warrior woman was on cloud nine as her ass was being dug through by Zelda's ruined, dirty tongue. She had a hunch that the princess was nasty and that she'd be able to groom her into her cute little sex pet, but the fact that she was so ready and willing to stoop this low so quickly was astonishing. Just this morning she woke up and treated Zelda at the gates of Gerudo Town, a smiling, pleasant, cheery girl who didn't resemble the horribly stupid and slutty whore that now serviced her. Just knowing that she was the catalyst for this transformation brought her to the edge quicker than she was willing to admit.
Urbosa reached down with her other hand, settling it on her pussy and rapidly toying with her clit while the other forced Zelda into her ass harder and deeper. Her eyes crossed as both forms of stimulation barraged her brain from two sides, causing her body to violently shake with pleasure. Her slick pussy juice flowed freely from her puffy folds, mixing with her sweat even more to deepen the smell in the room.
The forced intimate contact forced the blonde to basically make out with the ring of Urbosa's asshole, her mouth making obscene noises one would expect teenagers to make when they thought they were alone. Her slobber coated the ass she was tongue fucking and her face as she pressed herself as close as she could into the stinking shelf of meat.
She feverishly pushed her tongue back and forth, feeling Urbosa's resolve get weaker with every stroke of her tongue. The walls of her asshole tightened and spasmed in time with her lewd moans that Zelda only tangentially was aware of. All she wanted to focus on right now was rimming her mommy, the smell and sight and feel of it all corrupting her brain into the irreparable mess that she secretly always wanted it to be.
"AH! Mmm! By the goddess!" Urbosa yelled, her normally soothing voice losing all of its comfort and replacing it with need. "I never knew you could be such a-ah! fuck! Such a dirty whore! You're just a depraved little whore for mommy's unwashed, smelly body, aren't you? Maybe next time you visit, I won't have washed for three days! Maybe four! A week if I feel like you've deserved the right to clean my body in such a nasty, unwashed state! GAH! Rim me harder! Stick that filthy tongue of yours deeper into my ass and make out with it like you're falling in love with it! Fall in love with it like how you fell in love with me, baby!"
Urbosa's lewd rambling was cut off by her own drawn-out moan as Zelda delivered on her promise and speared her tongue deep inside, pushing farther than some voe cocks have pushed into her ass before. Feeling that desperate, warm, slick appendage fit so deep inside of her rectum sent her tumbling over the edge of bliss as she came from having her ass eaten out.
Urbosa's cunt clenched around nothing as she came harder than she ever had in a long time. Much like Zelda, she squirted streams of clear girl cum all over her bed, staining the expensive fabric. Her orgasm was much more powerful and visceral than the princess's climax, her juices absolutely drenching the area around her legs and Zelda's prone body. The poor girl's face, which was still buried in that smelly ass, was splashed with shot after shot of sticky quim, adding to the mixture of sweat and drool that had already formed there and ruined any chance she had smelling good for the next year.
Both women froze in hangtime as Urbosa's drown-out climax finally came to an end. Zelda barely had the strength to move her body after what felt like hours of devoting herself to the task of cleaning Urbosa's rank body. She simply laid face first in her mommy's snatch, letting the horrid post-orgasm/sweat smell envelop her like an ocean. Sadly, she found it hard to get proper oxygen in this position. With a heavy heart and a chest heaving with fatigue, she pulled her head back, strands of cum and sweat still linking her to Urbosa's snatch, and flopped on her back. Zelda's shattered, jumbled-up brain didn't have much of a capacity for thinking at the moment. All she could do was bask in the afterglow of the greatest experience she knew she'd ever get.
Zelda felt movement further up the bed close to her head. She barely even had the energy left to lift her head up to look. The most she was able to do was crane her neck a touch towards the movement. Luckily for the deplorable princess, the movement was making its way towards her, so much so that soon her view of the chamber's ceiling was blocked by a large shadow hanging over her head.
Urbosa, with weary, shaky legs, crawled over to where her little girl was laying tired and panting. Her body facing towards the princess' legs, she straddled the girl's face, each knee on either side of her head as she hovered just a few inches above her face, her dripping, hairy pussy tantalizingly close.
"Good... work, my little bird...~," Urbosa said, her voice drawn out from how hard she came earlier. "You've done well. You've proven that you're more than capable of washing my entire body with that filthy tongue of yours~ You've been such a sweet little girl for me today, so I'll give you an extra special present. I'll christen you as an honorary Gerudo warrior and the loveliest daughter I could ever ask for with a very special, secret ceremony~! Open your mouth, darling, and take all of your mommy's love!"
Zelda followed these orders blindly, able to parse what was about to happen even with her sex-addled brain.
In seconds, Zelda's face was pelted with a stream of warm, bitter, acidic-tasting piss. Urbosa freely moaned out loud, the pleasure of emptying her bladder on a woman for the first time nearly rivaling having that woman tongue fuck her asshole moments ago. Her aim was off at first, hitting Zelda's forehead and splattering all over the dirty princess, leaking past her hair and cheeks and soaking into the sheets. Zelda quickly scootched up a little, eager to get every drop of piss in her mouth and be properly named Urbosa's daughter.
The golden liquid, much like Zelda's useless brain, sloshed around inside her head, her mouth open as wide as it could while her tongue stuck out to catch even more than what was already streaming straight into her. Her urination was relentless, not giving her time to swallow the mouthful of piss that she had before it overflowed, streaks of the stuff gliding down her cheeks.
The stream was the best-tasting thing Zelda had ever indulged in. It was more pungent and harsh and tingly than Urbosa's sweat, and it surrounded her taste buds even more than her ass did. Not only was the taste incredible, but the smell was heavenly too, with her smelly pussy so close to her face and the acidic piss only adding to the collective rank odor that she was obsessed with.
Sadly, she felt the pressure of the stream lessen and lessen before slowing down to a drip. The last few drops of piss hit her chin and dribbled down her neck. With puffed-up cheeks, she closed her mouth and tried to swallow the entire contents of Urbosa’s gift in one big gulp. She let the taste swim around in her mouth a bit before her throat distended with the volume of the swallow. With an immensely satisfied sigh, she opened her mouth to show that she did her job properly and completely, with the exception of some drops dotting her face here and there.
"Congratulations, Zelda~," Urbosa said, looking down on the blonde as she unstraddled her face and laid down next to her. "You're now my honorary daughter and body attendant. Doesn't it feel much better to admit that this is what you wanted all your life?"
As she said this, she wrapped her arms around Zelda's body and pulled her close, both Zelda's pudgy frame and Urbosa's muscular one drenched in all manner of bodily fluids. Zelda's hip brushed against her rock hard abs while her head was cushioned by her soft breasts.
"Y-yeah..." Zelda said lazily, feeling sleepiness finally take her over. "I do...~"