“I knew I would find you here,” Sidon hums, a jaunty grin showing off sharp teeth. For a second it looks like he’s going to push the door to the weapon’s chamber closed, but thinks better of it just a moment later.

He leaves it cracked open as he takes a step towards the little Hylian champion, his arms opened in a friendly greeting. “Of course our savior would be neck deep in all those marvelous Zora weapons. Have you found something of your liking yet?”

Link barely looks at him, though he spares a small grin and a wave of his fingers before leaning back across one of the many spears – Zoras’ specialty – to inspect it with a critical eye.

Sidon sidles closer until he is towering over the small, powerful Hylian. He lets his fingers dance softly across Link’s neck, watching how that delightful soft skin pebbles and the tips of his pointed ears pinken up.

“Maybe I can persuade you into a small… break? Even heroes such as yourself need a little downtime every now and then… charge up your… energy.”

Link seems to think about it, the hand stroking the shaft of the spear stilling before he glances backwards over his shoulder, pretty blue eyes surprisingly sly.

Sidon’s hand moves, cupping the Hylian’s head.

“Yes… just a little break for the Hylian Champion…” he whispers, boisterous voice gone breathless and soft.

.o.

Link makes the most delightful needy sounds as Sidon fucks his slit against his mouth. He has one foot up on a crate, hand still cupping the back of the Hylian’s head, gently guiding him, keeping him still as Sidon uses his fascinating soft mouth against his cloaca.

Link’s arms are curled around the Prince’s thighs, hooked beneath the fins there; so very colorful since the Hylian Champion had first visited Zora’s Domain – Prince Sidon’s lust for him there for all to see.

His back is against the crate Sidon uses for a footstool and the fact that the little Hylian is standing while easily offering his tongue for the Prince’s use, is making him weak in the knees.

He whines when Link flattens his tongue, dragging it sloppy and eager along the soft length of Sidon’s slit, lapping at the crimson insides and ending at the very tip of his cock just about beginning to emerge from his insides.

“Oh… oh Link,” Sidon groans, hips bucking forward. Link is going to be sore later; it could not feel very nice to have the tiny genital scales rubbing against the soft tissue of his mouth, but the Champion’s ardor is as hot and eager now as it had been when they began.

He sucks and laps and Sidon can’t get enough of his clever, rude tongue slipping into his cloaca and rounding the tender walls in a way the Zora knows he’ll never be able to get from any of his brothers or sisters. None of them are as soft as this Hylian man; none of them are so bold to even try.

Sidon fucks against his mouth, hips grinding, hunching forward; humping Link’s mouth like he’s nothing more than the edge of his royal bed where he spent many hours of his youth, desperately trying to fuck away the tingly need spreading through him.

The door behind him creaks softly in the wind, and Sidon can’t get enough of any of this; of knowing how everybody can see how much he wants the Hylian, his scales saturated with color, making him as pretty and eye-catching as he hadn’t been in years; knowing they could hear him, utilizing their Champion, offering his body up for his amusement; his pleasure and gaining so much in return.

He can feel his insides clenching, growing hot and molten, his knees starting to shake until he is afraid he’ll just slide to the floor before Link can finish what he started-

but then Link’s clever little Hylian fingers are there, playing with his cloaca, rounding the tender opening again and again before slipping inside and testing how slimy wet and excited Sidon was for him.

It will be so hard to let him go again… but he knows Link will come back sooner or later. Every Champion deserved some relaxation.