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Midna sat on her throne, sighing in frustration. With their anniversary coming up, Midna wanted to do something special to celebrate her and Link's special day. And while she was sure he'd love whatever gesture she came up with, she wanted to make sure it was memorable, and given the number of times they made love the old fashioned way, she knew that it wasn't going to cut it for the occasion.
She had tried wracking her brain for ideas, but was currently coming up short. So wrapped up in her own frustration, was she, that she hadn't noticed one of her concerned aides walking up to her until they cleared their throat.
"Um, is something the matter, my lady?" Her aide asked out of concern for his Queen.
Midna bit her lip, weighing her options. She was personally loath to discuss her and Link's...private affairs with Palace staff, especially with how Link's status as a light dweller invited gossip no matter what. Still, she didn't have any other ideas of how to resolve her predicament, so she relented.
"...Can you keep what I'm about to ask between us?"
"Absolutely no- I mean yes, of course my lady!" Her aide assured her, even though Midna could have sworn he had said something else just now, but maybe it was just her imagination. "What is it that you wish to discuss?"
"Well...My and Link-sorry, His Majesty."
Though it was tradition, Midna still wasn't used to referring to Link by a royal title. To her, he was her beloved warrior, and the intimacy of their relationship sometimes caused her to slip up when speaking of him to her advisors.
"Our anniversary is coming up, and I've been trying to think up a new way to surprise him. But at this point, we know each other so well, I'm at a loss for how to catch him off guard and make our anniversary a truly memorable one."
"Oh! What kind of surprise are you planning for His Majesty? Whatever it may be, I'm sure you'll surpass his expectations, Your Highness!"
“Well…normally I’d simply surprise him in bed to…you know. But we’ve done it so many times, I just wanted to try something a little different this time to make it stand out a little more …”
"Oh, is that so...?" The aide walked closer to Midna's throne, one hand stroking his chin as he appeared to be in deep thought. "Normally, I wouldn't dare to pry into the personal life of Your Majesty, but..."
Suddenly, his eyes began to sparkle. "If you wish, I do have an idea you can try with His Majesty."
Midna nodded, joking, “Go ahead, you may speak freely. I’m not about to throw you in the dungeons over mere advice.”
The aide got closer to Midna, leaning in and whispering into her ear what idea he had for herself and Link.
Midna's eyes widened.
Needless to say, it was surprising... but also very, very intriguing.
Midna closed the door behind her, her face a mixture of nervousness and excitement as she placed her shopping bags near their bed. When her aide had suggested a bondage surprise, she was admittedly caught off guard. But the more she contemplated the idea, the more it intrigued her.
She gave no indication to her aide whether or not she'd go with it, but in her mind, she was already set. While Link was out mingling with the commoners, she donned a makeshift shawl so she wouldn’t be recognized while she went out and bought some soft, plush handcuffs. Since it was her first time,she didn’t want to go with actual cuffs or chains. Perhaps later, she'd work her way up, but for their first time she wanted to start out small.
Suddenly, the door started to creak open. Squeaking, she panicked and kicked the bags under the bed. Seeing her husband come inside, she let out a sigh .
“Link! What are you doing back so early? I thought you’d be out for longer.”
"Complaining about me coming home early... that's definitely a first." Link noted off the bat, flashing her a crooked smile as he closed their bedroom door. "I guess there was some miscommunication, because your aide told me you wanted to see me right away."
Midna inwardly cursed, but tried not to be angry at her side for trying to help. “I see…did they say why I wanted to see you, by any chance?”
"Nope. They just said it was urgent." Link told his wife, which made her inwardly sigh in relief. Her husband studied her face for a moment, an eyebrow raised. "So... what's up? You look pretty anxious about something."
“Well…” Midna averted her eyes; she always found it difficult to lie to her husband. “I did have a surprise planned for you…but it’s not ready yet! So can you please go take a shower so I have time to set up? I promise it’ll be done by the time you’re out!”
Link's expression just got way more suspicious. He knew Midna was a terrible liar and she wasn't the type to get flustered so easily. It just made him wonder what his wife was planning to work her up like this... and none of them ended in a very safe for work kind of way.
It was a good thing he was wearing particularly baggy trousers, because his excitement quickly grew just imagining what his gorgeous wife had planned for him after their countless nights of passionate love-making. It excited him.
“A surprise, huh? Alright then. I’ll take my time.” Link assured her. "Should I... um, bother with clothes?"
“Um, well…I’ll leave that up to your best judgment…”
Midna’s voice and face were flustered. She didn’t want to spoil the surprise in any way, but she’d be lying if she said the thought of her husband coming out of his shower nude didn’t excite her. In the end, she played coy as she pushed him towards their bathroom.
“Anyways, just go do I can prepare!”
Link chuckled. "Whatever you say."
The hot water of the shower cascaded over Link’s shoulders, steam filling the spacious bathing chamber. He braced his hands against the smooth, dark stone wall, letting the heat seep into his muscles—muscles that still ached from old battles that happened years ago.
His mind, however, was far from relaxed. It raced with possibilities. Midna’s flustered state was a rare and captivating sight. The Queen of Twilight was never nervous, not like this. It meant whatever she had planned was outside their usual routine, and something she wasn't used to at all. It just stoked his curiosity more and more.
He washed methodically, his calloused hands moving over the familiar landscape of scars across his muscular body that Midna definitely appreciated.
He took his time, as promised. When he finally got out of the shower, he dried himself haphazardly with a plush towel. He dropped it in a bin, and he stared at his reflection in the polished obsidian mirror.
A part of him considered putting on clothes, but since Midna didn't fully object to it, he decided to just go out in his birthday suit, pushing the door open and walking out to see what his wife had in store for him.
What greeted Link was a sight he could not have been prepared for. Standing against the wall was his wife, just as nude as he was. What made his eyes widen, however, wasn’t her nude state. It was the fact that her arms were suspended in the air, her wrists bound by a set of plush handcuffs that were attached to a wall ornament. A nervous, excited smile was stretched across her face.
For a moment, Link simply stood frozen in the doorway, his brain freezing completely as he tried to process the sight of her.
Bondage?
The thought hit him with the force of a Goron’s punch.
His gaze, wide and stunned, drank her in. The soft, vulnerable curve of her spine against the cool stone wall. The way the plush purple cuffs stood out against the pale skin of her wrists, holding her arms in a graceful, yielding arc above her head. The nervous smile on her lips, so different from her usual confident smirk. And her body… Goddesses, her body.
His eyes traced the lush, heavy swell of her breasts, the deep shadow between them, the pebbled orange nipples that begged for his attention. They traveled down the dip of her waist, over the generous flare of her hips, to the shadow that hid her crotch just out of his view. Every magnificent, familiar curve was on display, offered up, completely at his mercy.
A low, involuntary groan rumbled in his chest. The blood that had been simmering with anticipation now surged south in a torrential rush. He hardened instantly, achingly, the sight of her in this state of vulnerable offering igniting a primal, possessive fire in his gut that burned hotter than any he’d ever felt.
“Midna…”
Midna beamed at his, slyly twisting her body at him. “Happy Anniversary, Link. Do you like your surprise?”
One look at his waist told her all she needed to know. His cock, previously only long and thick, now stood erect, pointing directly at her moist pussy. The contours of his shaft dripped with sweat, while the familiar pink tip was slick with arousal. Link was hard, and hard for her.
“Like it?” His voice was rough, scraped raw with desire. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his eyes never leaving hers, then dropping again to drink in the sight of her sexy body. “Midna… this is...”
His words trailed off as he closed the distance between them, stopping just inches away. The heat from his body radiated toward her. His hand rose, trembling slightly not from nervousness, but from the sheer intensity of his want for his wife.
“You’re… you’re giving me control?” he asked, the concept exciting and intoxicating. His gaze was dark, pupils blown wide. “You’re trusting me with this?”
She nodded giddily. “I’ve always trusted you, Link. Besides…I’m excited to see what you can do if I let my little wolf loose. So what do you say?”
A low growl, more animal than man, vibrated in his chest. It was the sound of a leash being slipped, of a carefully held restraint dissolving into pure feral desire. "I say," he murmured, "that my Queen is going to be very, very pleased."
His hovering hand finally made contact, his rough palm sliding possessively over the curve of her hip. His touch was hot, claiming. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"But first," he whispered. "I think I'll enjoy my gift... slowly." His other hand came up, his thumb stroking the soft underside of her breast. "Every... single... inch of it."
Midna inhaled sharply as his fingers drummed against her thigh while his other hand caressed the curve of her bosom. She let out a gasp as his lips locked against her neck, suckling on her skin.
“L-Link!”
These relatively soft touches succeeded in arousing her. But she knew these were only the first teases in a night of bliss awaiting her.
Link’s growl of approval vibrated against her skin as he felt her sharp intake of breath. The sound of her gasp, of his name on her lips while she was bound and at his mercy, sent another jolt of raw lust straight through him.
His hands shifted, becoming more possessive. His palms slid up her sides, coming to cradle the heavy, magnificent weight of her breasts. He filled his hands with her tits, his thumbs circling her pert, orange nipples with deliberate, tantalizing slowness. He squeezed gently, relishing the soft fullness of her bosom, the way her flesh spilled over his fingers.
His mouth trailed down from her neck, leaving a wet, heated path along her jaw. He nipped at her chin, then descended further, his lips finding the delicate hollow of her collarbone. He sucked there, the lewd sound echoing off the walls off their room. His tongue lolled on the spot, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
Midna breathed in and out, moaning as he nipped and sucked against her throat. She arched her back, allowing his fingers to grope her black bosom and rub her peaked nipples.
"Link...Link...!"
Finally leaving her throat, he continued leaving a trail of kisses downwards, peppering her plump boobs with his lips. She moaned and whined as his lips and teeth nipped at her curves, tongue flicking against them and softly coating them with his saliva.
The taste of her skin was intoxicating, a dark, sweet flavor that reminded him of blackberries. He worshiped the soft, pillowy curves of her breasts with his mouth, painting them with broad, wet strokes of his tongue. He lavished attention on the underside, the gentle slope, the sensitive inner swell—everywhere except the taut, orange peaks that were begging for his attention.
He could feel them, hard as little gemstones, brushing against his cheeks and chin as he moved. He heard her whines shift, the moans taking on a note of desperate frustration. It was the most delicious sound. He was driving her wild with denial, and the power of it—the ability to draw such sounds from his powerful Queen—made his own need throb painfully in time with her cries.
“Link…Link…!”
Midna moaned, her body almost writhing as Link continued to deny her the pleasure of having her nipples captured and suckled. Every kiss got her hopes up as his lips approached the pebbled mountains, only to deflate as his lips instead kissed towards her outer curves. The groping of her boobs was pleasantly arousing, but the teasing her nipples got was enough to drive her crazy.
Link’s breath ghosted hot and damp across the flushed, sensitive skin of her massive breasts. Midna’s whole body trembled, her bound wrists straining slightly against the plush cuffs as she arched into him, desperate for contact. His mouth was so close. So achingly close.
Then she felt it.
A soft, deliberate exhale, warm as a summer breeze, washing directly over one of her tight, orange nipples. The peak, already pebbled and aching, seemed to throb in the open air, tingling with sensitivity. A loud, wanton moan escaped her throat.
He responded with a low, rumbling groan against her skin. Then, so slowly it was almost cruel, she felt the wet, velvet heat of his tongue. But he didn’t give her what she wanted. Not yet. He pressed the flat of his tongue to the sensitive areola just beside her nipple, and began to move.
He circled her. Slowly. Deliberately. His tongue traced a wide, lazy ring around the tight, aching nipple painting her gray skin with his saliva. The sensation was maddening—intimate and teasing, so close to the epicenter of her pleasure, yet denying it completely. He dragged his tongue through the sensitive valley between her breast and the pebbled peak, then up the other side, completing another agonizing orbit.
Midna whimpered, her boobs quivering as she felt the tip of his tongue swirl just outside of her nipple. The constant cycle of circling one of her nipples before lapping towards her other peak, just to deny her the pleasure she craved, was maddening.
She strained against the cuffs restraining her. Gritting her teeth, she had little choice in her current predicament but to wait until Link was done teasing her.
She briefly flashed back to their past trysts, recalling how she had driven him to the peak of pleasure, only to pull back multiple times to draw out their lovemaking. Now that she was on the opposite end, she was much less enthusiastic about it.
Much to Midna's frustration, Link's tongue finally stilled. He pulled back just enough to look up at her, and the sight that greeted him made his already rock-hard cock twitch with pure, possessive pride.
Midna's face was flushed a deep, lovely shade of purple. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, glazed with desire and frustration, her breathing coming in short, desperate gasps. She was utterly wrecked, and he had barely even started.
A slow, supremely smug smile curled his lips.
"Having fun, my Queen~?"
Midna groaned, his smug grin arousingly insufferable. “Y-You’re enjoying this, aren’t you…? Seeing me unable to do anything while you leave me sexually frustrated…”
"Me? Enjoying this?" He feigned innocence, his voice dripping with mock confusion. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, my beautiful Queen~"
His right hand, still cradling the heavy weight of her breast, shifted. His thumb and forefinger found the taut, orange nipple he'd been so cruelly neglecting. He pinched it. Gently at first, just a soft squeeze that made Midna gasp. Then he pulled, stretching the sensitive peak away from her breast, watching with dark fascination as the flesh elongated under his touch.
"I'm just trying to figure out," he continued, his voice a low rumble as he rolled the pinched nipple between his fingers, "what my Queen likes best."
Midna let out a strangled moan, her hips instinctively grinding against nothing as pleasure sparked from her tortured nipple straight to her core. The sensation was electric—the slight sting of the pinch melting into overwhelming arousal.
"I think," Link mused, giving the nipple a sharp little twist that made her cry out, "she likes this quite a bit~"
“L-Link, p-please…”
It wounded her pride to have to beg and grovel. But the sparks of pleasure from his twisting and pulling made her feel like a desperate whore at a brothel. Per lower lips quivered along with her nipples as she finally pleaded with him.
“K-Kiss them! S-Suckle them! N-Nibble them! I n-need it!”
Link's grin widened at her desperate plea, the sound of his proud Queen begging, sending another surge of raw power straight through his veins. He loved her like this—vulnerable, weak, completely his.
His thumb continued its maddening circle around the base of her nipple while his fingers kept the peak trapped in a gentle pinch. He leaned down, his breath hot against the top swell of her breast—so close, yet still so far.
Whatever Midna had planned to say was cut her off by her husband dragging his tongue in one long, slow stripe across the very top of her breast, stopping just short of the aching peak. The flat of his tongue left a glistening trail on her gray skin, and he could feel her entire body tremble with the effort of not screaming in frustration.
"Don't beg me now. It just looks pathetic." Link playfully teased, slipping into the role of a cocky tormentor way too well. "Buuuut, if you tell me like the beautiful Queen I know, then I'll be more than happy to ravage you~"
The Twilight queen groaned in agony-filled pleasure. Her bosom quivered as his thumbs continued to circle her nipples. His tongue left trails of saliva as he lapped every inch of her breasts except for her desperate peaks. Her voice oozed with desperation and need.
"L-Link...Y-Your Queen c-commands you...k-kiss my n-nipples...!"
Her face turned red as a cherry from the embarrassment. When she dominated him, she would issue similar commands that Link would all too happily obey. Having to make those same orders as a way of begging and pleading now that she was at his mercy humiliated her, but she was willing to swallow it to get what she wanted tonight.
Link's eyes darkened with predatory satisfaction at her words. The command in her voice, even trembling and desperate as it was, sent a thrill through him. His Queen was submitting, but she was doing it her way—bargaining with the only currency she had left: her authority.
"There's my Queen," he murmured approvingly, his breath ghosting over the sensitive peak he'd been tormenting. "As you command~"
And then, finally—finally—he lowered his head.
His lips parted, warm and soft, and he took the aching, orange nipple into his mouth.
Midna’s eyes widened, a deep moan leaving her lips as his own ensnared her weeping nipple. She arched her back as his tongue softly swirled around the trembling teat.
“L-Link! More! More!”
She pleaded as his soft kiss against her bosom continued. Now that she finally had what she craved, she wanted to completely lose herself to its embrace.
Link obeyed his Queen's command with enthusiasm.
His mouth worked her left nipple with dedicated fervor, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure as her erotic moans grew louder. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, tracing figure-eights and lazy circles that made her hips buck against empty air. The taste of her skin—that intoxicating blackberry sweetness—flooded his senses, and he groaned against her breast
His right hand, meanwhile, abandoned its teasing to finally give her right breast the attention it deserved. He cupped the heavy mound, squeezing and kneading the plush flesh as if memorizing its weight. His thumb found her other nipple, rolling and pressing against the pebbled orange peak in counterpoint to the rhythm of his mouth.
He alternated between sucks and flicks of his tongue, occasionally dragging his teeth across the sensitive nub just to feel her jolt against her bonds. The sounds she made—those desperate, wanton moans—were the most beautiful music he'd ever heard.
Midna shook with pleasure as he finally suckled her nipple, tongue swirling and flicking as his thumb rubbed against its twin.
Eventually, he released it, only to now capture her opposite nipple instead, suckling it with fervor while his hand tended to the previously ensnared peak. His lips constantly jumped from breast to breast, coating. It peaks with his loving tongue while his fingers waste no energy groping the curves of her boobs.
All the while, Midna’s hazy mind felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her belly. It seemed that Link’s lower half was desperate for some skin to skin contact as well, and she relished it.
Link's hips moved almost unconsciously, his rigid length pressing and sliding against the soft planes of Midna's stomach. The feeling of her warm skin against his most sensitive flesh made him groan against her breast, the vibration sending another jolt through her bound form.
He couldn't help himself. The sight of her—his Queen, his wife, completely vulnerable and at his mercy—was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever experienced. His cock throbbed against her belly, leaving a slick trail of precum against her gray skin.
"Feel that?" he murmured against her nipple, his voice rough with barely contained need. "That's what you do to me, Midna. Just the sight of you like this..."
He thrust against her stomach slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch of him. His mouth never stopped its worship of her breasts, alternating between tender kisses and hungry sucks that made her moan and writhe in place.
Midna gasped, feeling the joint pleasure from his kisses on her nipples and his cock against her belly. Her pussy lips quivered, the entrances wet as Link’s tip was sticky. She could feel his fingers drifting down her belly, his thumbs softly parting her lower lips to prepare her for his eventual penetration. It couldn’t come soon enough.
Link's thumbs traced lazy patterns through her slick folds, spreading her moisture, teasing but not entering. His mouth finally released her swollen nipple with a wet pop, and he raised his head to meet her hazy crimson eyes.
"You're so wet already," he observed, his voice thick with desire. "And I've barely even touched you here."
To emphasize his point, one thumb circled her clit with maddening slowness, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp but not nearly enough to satisfy. Her hips jerked against his hand, trying to force more contact, but he pulled back slightly, denying her.
“C-Can you blame me…?” Midna moaned as Link pulled back. “I had to stand here, naked and bound, while you finished your shower. Do you have any idea how aroused I got, imagining what you’d do to me while I waited?”
Midna’s lower lips quivered as she recalled her fantasies she concocted while waiting for him. Adding fuel to the fire was the fact that Link managed to blow her expectations out of the water, making her even more aroused and desperate for his cock.
Link's eyes darkened impossibly further at her confession, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The image of her standing here, bound and waiting, imagination running wild with possibilities... It was almost too much.
"Tell me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His thumb continued its agonizingly slow circles around her clit, never quite making direct contact. "Tell me what you imagined, my Queen."
His free hand came up to cup her face, thumb tracing along her flushed cheek. "I want to hear every dirty thought you had while you waited for me."
Midna's breath hitched, her pride warring with her desperate need. But the way his thumb teased her, the way his hard length pressed against her thigh now that he'd shifted closer—pride lost.
“I…I’m having trouble remembering the details…but…I remember they involved a lot of kissing, a lot of groping, and…” Midna glanced down between her legs. “And a lot of fucking. All I could think of was how much I wanted, no, needed you to fuck me with that cock of yours until I needed to be carried to the bed…!”
A guttural sound escaped Link's throat—half growl, half groan—at her filthy confession. His wife's desperate words, spoken with that mixture of royal command and raw need, pushed him closer to the edge than he cared to admit.
"Is that so?" he managed, his voice strained. "Then perhaps I should give my Queen exactly what she's been dreaming of."
He shifted his position, one hand gripping her hip while the other guided his throbbing length to her soaked entrance. The head of his cock slid through her slick folds, parting them, spreading her wetness as he dragged it slowly from her clit down to her entrance and back up again.
Midna’s breath became shaky as she felt his tip part her pussy lips. She shivered with anticipation as it brushed up and down, teasing but never penetrating her pussy.
“P-Please…fuck me, Link! Fuck my pussy!”
Link's smirk widened at her desperate plea, the sight of his proud Queen reduced to begging for his cock sending another surge of primal satisfaction through him.
"As my Queen commands,"
And then he thrust.
His hips drove forward in one smooth, powerful motion, burying his entire length inside her in a single stroke. The sudden fullness made Midna's eyes fly wide open, a scream of pure pleasure tearing from her throat as her body arched against the wall. Her bound wrists strained against the cuffs, her back bowing as she took all of him.
Midna cried out, gasping as her pussy was filled to the brim with a single thrust. All she could do was dangle, her feet barely above the ground as she now rested on Link’s cock.
Despite her situation, Link chose to be gentle during the calm before the storm. He didn’t move, instead letting her get reacquainted with his girth. She hummed as his hands rubbed her back, helping to ease her as she adjusted to his cock.
“L-Link…I…I’m ready…” She finally spoke once her walls gently embraced his shaft.
Link's response was a low, approving hum against her skin. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. The new angle drove him even deeper, and they both groaned at the sensation.
"Good," he murmured against her throat, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her pulse point. "Because I'm done being patient."
His mouth found her right nipple, capturing the sensitive peak between his lips just as his hips drew back. Then he thrust forward—hard, deep, relentless.
His free hand came up to claim her other breast, fingers finding the neglected nipple and rolling it roughly between thumb and forefinger. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips pounding into her soaked pussy while his mouth and hand worked her tits in perfect synchronization.
The room filled with the obscene sounds of their lovemaking—the wet slap of skin against skin. Each thrust drove him deeper, hitting spots that made her see stars behind her closed eyelids.
“Link! Link!”
Midna cried out, arching her back as her walls squeezed his cock. The velvety embrace encased his shaft, memorizing every ridge and curve. Meanwhile, her nipple was released just before his lips recaptured its twin. His hands rubbed moved to tease the opposite breast, fingers kneading the bountiful curves while his thumb flicked the peak. Her breasts were constantly swapped, each suckle and flick matching the tempo of his thrusting cock deep in her pussy.
Link's hips never faltered, maintaining that punishing rhythm that drove them both toward the edge. Each thrust buried him to the hilt, his pelvis grinding against her sensitive clit with every powerful stroke. The bound queen could do nothing but take it, her body bouncing against the wall with each impact, her breasts swaying hypnotically as he pounded into her.
Midna moaned and whimpered, her pussy quivering around his shaft. His cock throbbed within her embrace, causing him to thrust even harder and faster from the reverberating pleasure. Her bouncing boobs were only kept somewhat still by his lips around her orange nipple and his fingers eagerly groping her boob. As the thrusts and throbbing in her pussy, along with the pleasuring of her boobs, continued, Midna felt the pleasure pool between her legs.
“Link! K-Keep going! I’m getting c-closer!”
Link's response was a guttural growl against her nipple, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her already overstimulated body. He could feel it too—the way her velvet walls fluttered and clenched around his thrusting cock, the desperate pitch of her moans, the way her bound body tensed with impending release.
He was close too, he could feel the heat coiling in his stomach and around his cock. He was going to explode inside of Midna, and nothing was going to stop him.
His hips drove into her with renewed ferocity, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The angle shifted slightly, and suddenly he was hitting a spot inside her that made her entire body convulse in pleasure.
"KYAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Midna cried out as Link's cock tapped a pressure point within her pussy. Her walls clamped down around his throbbing shaft, trying to milk it for all its essence. At the same time, a surge of her own feminine essence coated his cock, splattering against his lap as he thrust one final time against her body, fiercely suckling her nipple and squeezing her breasts.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Link's hips slammed forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release overtook him. Hot ropes of his seed flooded her depths, painting her inner walls white with his essence. He pulsed inside her again and again, each throb of his cock triggering another small shudder from her oversensitive pussy.
Midna gasped for breath, her entire body quaking with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed his shaft, shifting irregularly and without any rhythm. Moans trickled from her lips with each spurt that left his tip, making its way to her womb. She felt Link's arms wrap around her, hands softly roaming up and down her back as he tended to his wife. When at last she felt some semblance of awareness beyond the intense pleasure of their shared climax, her lips tugged into a soft smile as her eyes drifted to look at his masculine form.
"Did...did you like your...your surprise...?"
"Like it?" he repeated, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. He pulled back just enough to look into her hazy golden eyes, a genuine smile spreading across his handsome face. "I loved it~"
He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, gentle and loving—a stark contrast to the ferocity of their lovemaking just moments ago. When he pulled away, his hands moved to support her hips as he carefully began to withdraw.
Both of them winced slightly at the sensitivity, a soft gasp escaping Midna's lips as his softened length slipped free from her well-used pussy. A mixture of their combined fluids followed, trickling down her inner thigh in a warm, evidence of their passion.
Midna shuddered as Link’s cock slid out of her. She faintly heard Link reach up, fiddling with the cuffs until they opened. The plush restraints fell to the floor as she slumped forward.
Her fall was broken by her hero’s strong arms wrapped around her. She hummed as he carried her to their bed. He gently lowered her on her back before crawling in next to her, peppering her lips with kisses.
"... I wouldn't mind doing that again." Her husband muttered between kisses, their sweat-slicked bodies rubbing together.
“…The sex or the bondage…?” She asked, feeling his cock brush against her.
"Both." Link said with a smirk.
“Well, the bondage takes time to set up again…but if you’re feeling eager, I wouldn’t protest getting fucked in our bed…”
A low, appreciative growl rumbled in Link's chest at her words. His eyes darkened with renewed desire as he looked down at his wife, her gorgeous body still glistening with the evidence of their passion, her massive breasts rising and falling with each breath.
"Yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping to that husky tone that never failed to make her shiver. "Well, that's good to hear~"
Link shifted his weight. In one fluid motion, he rolled them both, pressing Midna onto her back against the soft furs of their bed. The sudden movement made her breasts bounce magnificently, the heavy orbs swaying and settling against her chest, her orange nipples still peaked and sensitive from his earlier attentions.
Link loomed over her, his muscular form casting her in shadow. He let his gaze travel deliberately down her body—from her flushed face, over the incredible swell of her chest, across the dip of her waist, to the apex of her thighs where their combined fluids still glistened. When his eyes returned to hers, he licked his lips slowly, deliberately, the tip of his tongue tracing along his lower lip.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing you like this," He admitted. Link shifted his hips, and she felt it—his cock, which had softened slightly after their climax, was already stirring again, hardening as it pressed against her thigh.
Midna hummed and moaned feeling his hardening cock begin to rub against her pussy. It wasn’t long until she felt his shaft reach full mast again, aided by the groping and kissing of her large, plump boobs and orange nipples.
“…Good thing we have all night for you to watch me as I get fucked. I’m gonna enjoy feeling your big, hard cock fuck me, filling up my pussy with your delicious, sticky seed…”
Midna felt his angle adjust, his tip brushing against her entrance. She watched his lip pull into a smug grin, enjoying his dominant position over her as he kept her in suspense.
Link's breath caught in his throat at her filthy words, his cock twitching against her soaked entrance. The image she painted—of spending the entire night watching her gorgeous body take his cock, of filling her pussy again and again with his seed—was almost too much to handle.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he growled, but there was no real complaint in his voice. Only raw, aching need.
Unable to resist any longer, Link lowered his upper body, burying his face into the magnificent valley between her massive breasts. The soft, plush flesh enveloped his features, the familiar scent of her skin—that intoxicating blackberry sweetness mixed with the musky evidence of their passion—flooding his senses. He groaned deeply, the vibration rumbling against her chest as he nuzzled between the heavy orbs.
Midna giggled, his face nuzzling her breasts slightly tickling her. The giggles soon turned to gasps and moans as he nipped at her bosom. His tongue flicked against her skin while his teeth left slight indentations, marking her as his.
Her moans only grew louder as his nipping lips captured one of her nipples. His tongue swirled around her peak as he suckled, his teeth pressing against the areola adding to her pleasure.
Yet, despite the worship he gave her boobs, Link left her pussy untouched. His tip prodded at her entrance, teasing her with the threat of being filled, but never pushed past her lower lips.
Midna's head pressed back into the pillows, a string of breathless moans falling from her lips as Link's mouth worked wonders on her sensitive breasts. His tongue traced lazy patterns around her areola before flicking sharply against the taut peak, making her hips buck instinctively beneath him.
He released her left nipple with a wet pop, only to immediately capture her right, suckling hungrily as if he'd been deprived of her taste for weeks rather than minutes. His hands came up to cup the heavy mounds, squeezing and kneading the plush flesh as his mouth alternated between tender kisses and demanding sucks.
His tongue traced the sensitive underside of her breast, lapping at the curve where her bosom met her ribcage. He nibbled gently along the swell, marking a path back to her aching peak, which he captured once more—this time drawing it deeper into the warm cavern of his mouth.
“Oh, Link…!”
Midna moaned as her nipple was drawn back into Link’s mouth, immediately lashed by his tongue. Each kiss, suckle, flick, swirl, and nibble sent waves of reverberating pleasure over her boobs. As he lapped at her peaks, a thought crossed her mind.
“Link…t-tell me…what…what do my nipples taste like to you…?”
Midna moaned as he continued to kiss her nipples. He had told her multiple times her boobs tasted like blackberries, but he never once said what flavor her nipples left on his taste buds.
Link paused at her question, his lips still wrapped around her sensitive peak. He pulled back just enough to look up at her, a slow, appreciative smile curving his mouth. His tongue gave one last lazy swirl around her areola before he answered.
"Mmm... they taste like oranges," he murmured against her damp skin, his breath hot and teasing. "Sweet, juicy oranges. Sweet and tangy~"
To emphasize his point, he lowered his head again and gave her left nipple a long, deliberate lick—from the base of the areola all the way to the tip, his tongue flattening against the sensitive nub. Midna shivered, a sharp gasp escaping her throat.
"Ohh...then...taste all the sweet tangy nipple you want, Link! They're...they're all yours to enjoy!"
Midna watched as Link released her nipple, his lips pulling into a thirsty grin. His tongue slipped out to lick his lips, as though savoring the moments before he feasted on the delectable dessert offered to him.
Link's grin widened at her words, a hungry gleam in his eyes that made Midna's core clench with anticipation.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he growled, and then his mouth descended on her breasts with renewed fervor.
He attacked her nipples with dedicated enthusiasm, his tongue swirling and flicking as if he were truly tasting the sweetest oranges imaginable. He suckled her left peak deeply, drawing it into the warm cavern of his mouth while his thumb and forefinger rolled and pinched her right nipple in perfect counterpoint. The sensations were overwhelming—wet heat, gentle pressure, the occasional scrape of teeth that made her cry out.
"Mmm... so sweet," he murmured against her skin between sucks, his voice thick with desire. "I could taste these all night."
Midna cried out in pleasure as Link's lips lapped from breast to breast, his tongue swirling and flicking at her orange-tasting nipples. Each suckle sent a spark of pleasure straight between her legs, reminding her of the tip gently pressing against her lower abdomen.
"L-Link...I...I hate to interrupt your fun. But...I...I really need you. So...please...will you...?"
Midna's request was cut off as he bit down on her bosom, causing her to cry out as her accompanying nipple was treated with another swirl of his tongue. She could only hope that the words she had already managed to utter were enough to get the message across to her horny husband.
Link's hips shifted almost imperceptibly at first, a subtle adjustment that brought his rigid length into contact with her slick, waiting folds. The sensation—hot velvet sliding against soaked flesh—drew a choked gasp from both of them.
He began to move in a slow, deliberate grind, his cock parting her lower lips and gliding through her wetness with each lazy roll of his hips. The head caught against her clit with every pass, applying delicious pressure before sliding back down to tease her entrance.
All the while, his mouth never stopped its worship of her breasts.
He alternated between them with dedicated fervor, suckling one peaked nipple while his fingers rolled and pinched the other. His tongue traced figure-eights around her areolas, flicked sharply against the sensitive tips, lapped at the underside of her heavy mounds. Every few moments, he would draw a nipple deep into his mouth and suck hard, pulling erotic moans from Midna's throat.
“L-Link…”
Midna moaned, his cock’s rubbing against her pussy lips driving her crazy in all the best ways. Yet, despite the constant pleasure from his tongue lapping at her boobs and nipples, and his tip just barely refraining from penetrating her, all the erotic attention was making her desperate.
“S-Stop teasing me…!”
Link's response to her desperate plea was a low, rumbling chuckle against her nipple—the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her oversensitive flesh.
"Stop teasing?" he repeated, his voice muffled against her breast. He pulled back just enough to meet her hazy golden eyes, a wicked grin curving his lips. "But my Queen looks so beautiful when she's desperate~"
His hips rolled again, dragging his slick length through her soaked folds in a maddeningly slow tease. The head of his cock caught against her clit, pressed firmly for just a moment before sliding back down to nudge at her entrance without pushing inside.
“Link! I’m serious!” Midna cried out, feeling his tip nudge between her legs. “Please! I need your cock in my pussy! Please! Penetrate my pussy! Fuck my pussy! I’m desperate, Link!”
Link's grin softened at her desperate plea, the raw need in her voice striking something deep within him. He could see it in her eyes—the genuine ache, the way her body trembled not just from pleasure but from the intensity of wanting him.
"As my Queen commands." he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
He shifted his hips, positioning himself at her soaked entrance. Their eyes met—golden meeting blue—and in that moment, there was no game, no power play. Just them. Just Link and Midna, husband and wife, celebrating their love in the most intimate way possible.
Then he thrust forward.
“Ohhhhh…!”
Midna moaned the instant his tip passed her lower lips. His cock easily slid back inside, nestled within her pussy. Her walls meanwhile squeezed his cock, eager to welcome their old friend back into her depths.
“…Much better. Now…” Midna teasingly thrusted her hips. “…Fuck me…!”
Link didn't need to be told twice.
His hips drew back, almost pulling completely out of her soaked heat before slamming forward in one powerful thrust. The force of it drove a startled cry from Midna's lips, her back arching off the bed as she was filled completely.
Midna’s gasps and cries practically assaulted his ears as he thrusted in and out of her pussy. His twitching cock filled her walls, sparks of pleasure and fulfillment traveling to her core every time he pushed against the entrance to her womb.
At the same time, her boobs bounced uncontrollably, swaying before his eyes. Her orange nipples glistened, reminding him of the delectable flavor that made his mouth water.
Link's gaze fixated on those bouncing, glistening peaks—the oranges he'd been feasting on moments ago. The way they swayed with each thrust was hypnotic, a constant reminder of the sweet, tangy flavor that still lingered on his tongue.
He couldn't resist.
Lowering his upper body, Link captured her right nipple between his lips just as his hips drove forward. The simultaneous sensations drew a keening wail from Midna's throat.
He suckled hungrily, his tongue swirling around the pebbled orange tip as his hips maintained their relentless rhythm. Each thrust drove him deeper into her clutching heat, and with every withdrawal, he pulled back just enough to make her whimper before slamming home again.
His free hand came up to claim her neglected left breast, fingers kneading the plush mound while his thumb and forefinger found the other nipple. He rolled and pinched in counterpoint to the rhythm of his mouth—suckling one peak while tormenting the other, his cock pistoning into her soaked pussy without pause.
Midna almost bounced on the bed like a fish, his thrusting and suckling exerting such force that only his protective grip kept her still. He constantly swapped boobs, lips leaping from nipple to nipple as his tongue swirled and flicked the orange tips. His cock meanwhile began to throb in her pussy, causing her walls to clench his shaft even tighter as they tried to milk him of his seed.
“S-So good, Link!” She shivered as his free hand moved to rest against her belly. “More! Give me more!”
Link growled against her nipple at her commanding words, sounding akin to a wolf. His hips snapped forward with renewed ferocity, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.
His hand slid lower from her belly, fingers finding her clit. He circled the sensitive nub with deliberate pressure, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The added stimulation made Midna's eyes roll back, a scream tearing from her throat.
But he didn't stop there. Link's mouth released her nipple with a wet pop, only to immediately capture the other. He suckled deeply while his fingers worked her clit and his cock pounded into her soaked pussy. The combined sensations were overwhelming—pleasure building from three different sources, each one pushing her closer to the edge.
The Twilight Queen wasn’t the only one being driven to the edge. With each thrust and suckle, his cock throbbed harder and harder within her clenching pussy. With the heat bubbling between her legs, she knew it was only a matter of time before they both came. “Link! Are…are you close…? I can feel your cock throbbing so hard in my pussy…!”
Link's response was a guttural moan against her nipple. "S-So close...~" he gasped, pulling back just enough to meet her hazy golden eyes. His face was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead, his pupils blown wide with desire.
To emphasize his point, he thrust particularly deep, holding himself there as his cock throbbed violently inside her clutching walls. The sensation made them both cry out.
“Then cum…cum in my pussy, Link! Let me feel your seed ooze out of your cock and plant itself deep inside me!”
Midna cried out as her walls spontaneously clamped down on his throbbing cock. Cave of her feminine Joyce’s coated his cock, splattering between his legs.
Link's entire body shuddered at her filthy command, at the feeling of her walls clamping down around him like a velvet vise. The sensation of her climax triggered his own beyond his ability to control.
"MIDNA!"
He buried himself to the hilt, his hips pressing flush against hers as his release overtook him. Hot ropes of his seed flooded her depths, painting her inner walls white with his essence. He pulsed inside her again and again—once, twice, three times—each throb of his cock triggering another small shudder from her oversensitive pussy.
His mouth remained latched to her nipple, suckling harshly through the peak of his release, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from both of them. His hand never stopped its ministrations on her clit, fingers circling intensely as they rode out the waves of their shared climax together.
Midna took deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling as Link released her nipple with a pop. His hand removed itself from between her legs, resting against her belly again.
She looked up at her husband. Still lodged inside her pussy, she felt the last of his cum trickle out of his cock while her walls weakly caressed his shaft, coaxing any last drops they could. His eyes were somehow both energetic and fatigued, darting about as the pleasure still overwhelmed his senses. Smiling at him, she brought her hand to rest against his cheek, directing his attention to her.
Link's eyes focused on her, the hazy pleasure slowly giving way to recognition, then to warmth. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her palm.
"Hey," he murmured, his voice rough and spent.
“Hey…Happy Anniversary, Link…” Midna breathed as Link leaned down, nuzzling against her curves.
Link's lips curved into a soft smile against her skin, his breath warm and uneven as he nuzzled into the valley between her breasts.
"Happy Anniversary, Midna," he murmured, his voice muffled by her plush flesh. He pressed a gentle kiss to her sternum, then another, slowly working his way up until he could capture her
Midna sighed against his lips before leaning into the soft, loving kiss. As they continued with their tender aftercare, Midna felt a wave of relief. The unorthodox surprise turned out far better than she could have hoped. She made a mental note to promote her assistant, filing it away in the interest of returning her husband’s loving kisses.