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Sidon hides his face behind his hands as he lets his legs fall open for Link’s inquisitive little fingers. While usually he does not have a problem with shyness and likes watching his partners as they fall apart for him, there is something unbearably naughty about watching Master Link of all people studying him with such an intense expression; his lovely human cock erect and pink and dabbing the moist skin of his hip with tacky liquid.

Link’s small, rough fingers are gentle but insistent as they slide along his slit, feeling out the length of it and the soft texture immediately surrounding it, the scales there tiny and malleable.

“Oh,” Sidon breathes against the palms of his hands when Link’s fingers coax his cloaca to open up, exposing the vibrant red insides to the cool, salty air in Zora’s Domain.

Link makes a soft sound, his face – when Sidon glances at it through his spread fingers – alight with pleased curiosity.

It is then that he swoops down, his golden hair tumbling all around his pointed ears – the very tips of them a dark, enticing red.

He is too quick; acting before Sidon can grab at him and… and… do something, and his tongue is out and cheeky, dancing across the salty, silky folds of Prince Sidon’s slit.

“M-Master Link!” Sidon exclaims, voice not quite his own, hands flying down to grab at anything and everything that he can reach of the little Hylian – which turns out to be his thigh and his hair.

Sidon stares, dazed, as he carefully cards the curtain to the side with shaking fingers, exposing the profile of Link’s flushed face as it nudges deeper between his thighs, tongue dipping down to round the tender little opening of Sidon’s hidden place… the one designed to deliver his eggs, and the one so very sensitive to the questing touches of the Hylian’s wriggling tongue.

Sidon throws his head back, belly shivering and ornamental chains tinkling as they get jarred by his sudden movements. Link looks almost meditative; blue eyes nearly closed as he slowly works, lapping at Sidon’s slit and not shying away from the orifice of his cloaca; instead trying his best to wriggle one cheeky finger inside while the Prince is quickly taken apart; digging sharp teeth into the ball of one hand so he could tamp down on the need to lovingly bite his mate as Link explores without qualms.

Hylians are so extraordinary.

“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.

Sidon felt a sharp thrill of hunter lust as he watched Link through the high grass around the hot spring. He carefully stretched his toes, feeling the warm water current tug deliciously at the thin membrane between them. Now was not the time to get distracted by thoughts of hunting and digging his sharp teeth into soft, soft flesh.

Link was far too precious for something as trivial as that. Still he indulges himself, ducking low, watching the little Hylian through the gently swaying blades of grass. He was so unsuspecting – walking aimlessly around and turning around himself again and again; looking for the place Sidon had indicated, no doubt.

He looked so… innocent.

“Link!” Sidon finally stretches up, arm high, waving towards the savior of the Zora’s. “Link, I am here. Come! Come to me. The water feels marvelous.”

Link beams as he sees him, those expressive blue eyes squinting with his broad grin as he first waves back, and then comes jogging close. Sidon pushed back from the stony shore and lazily swims a few meters backwards, watching as the little Hylian starts shucking his clothes.

.o.

“Do you like your reward, Link?” Sidon whispers, breath hitching as Link’s warm, soft Hylian tongue dances curiously across the barely visible slit between Sidon’s thighs.

The grass is tickling against his crimson scales and he wishes he could feel the water lapping around him just as eagerly as Link was lapping at his pearl white slit, but the Hylian looked so content floating in the water between the Prince’s thighs, he couldn’t make himself move him.

Link’s eyes are mostly closed, their unnervingly bright blue practically shining in cat-like satisfaction as he glances up at the tall Zora Prince – then closes his soft, agile mouth across the little sensitive slit and sucks…

Sidon groans and arches his hips up, head falling back, the fin on the back of his head trailing playfully along the ground. He can feel himself open up beneath the Hylian’s ministrations; his protective little slit opening and showing off the pretty crimson flesh beneath.

He unfurled for his Champion like a flower, thighs spreading farther, slit opening almost comically eager now that it had seemingly made up its mind.

Link curled back in surprise, mouth open and pink looking from dragging his lips across those minuscule scales lining Sidon’s slit. He eyes the new development, fingers coming up and touching, that soft, sensitive flesh, feeling it quiver for him.

Sidon could feel his pupils pull together into thin, barely there lines as he watched. Link looked so small, but his fingers felt good; the tips broad and rough from handling various weapons.

He looked intrigued after a second or two of just looking at Sidon, those clever eyes taking in the Prince’s cock unfurling slowly from within his body, and then the tender little hole beneath.

He swooped in, Hylian mouth open and greedy and so, so soft, closing around Sidon’s cloaca and tonguing it wet and messy; that clever little muscle dancing around the tender edges, then pushing in playfully until Sidon’s sharp nails were digging into the dirt and his cock was out, straining towards link; the sticky tentacle dragging in a loving caress across the Hylian’s forehead.

“Oh… oh Link,” Sidon whined, hips canting upward, cloaca clenching down on Link’s tongue. “You… oh dear.”

The gills along his ribs are moving weakly, overwhelmed by the sensation of the Hylian sucking, sharp and almost mean on his sensitive cloaca, one hand coming up, offering a few fingers to Sidon’s cock – like he was used to it, like he played with Zora every goddamn day – and let it curl around them and hold on in a tight clasp.

“Link,” Sidon whispered faintly. When he moved, his many necklaces dragged across his chest; the sensation was almost too much. He bucked up against the Hylian’s face, shivering, cock squeezing rhythmically around Link’s fingers. “Did you do this to the Princess, too?”

The thought came suddenly to him; like an epiphany. He can see it so clearly in front of his mind’s eye: the guard of the Princess taking care of her every need when out on the rough, beautiful roads of Hyrule. Spending many an hour between her soft, quivering thighs, pleasuring her until her little pink Hylian cunt was puffy and oversensitive.

Oh, he could see it…

“Did you fuck her like this?” he whispers feverishly, hips curling up, cock squeezing. “Just like this? Did you put your clever little mouth on her and brought her just as much pleasure as… as me?”

He liked his own voice – everybody in Zora’s Domain could attest to that – but it became hard to talk. The Champion had started fucking him on his tongue; pushing it into his cloaca deep and messy, fist curling – probably in an accident – around Sidon’s cock and holding onto the wriggling tentacle; fisting it as he tongued against the silky walls of Sidon’s insides.

“Or did you give her your pretty Hylian cock as well?” the Prince asks, voice dipping down; becoming rough. He squeezes down on Link’s tongue, gills flaring as he pulls in a deep breath. “Will you give it to me as well?” he whispers timidly, the need so sudden and deep it almost hurts.

“Please? Please give it to me?”

It had to be madness. There was no way a Hylian’s cock could satisfy someone so much bigger as he – but he had to have it. Now. Immediately. He had to see that small, powerful body move between his thighs.

He had to have the Hylian Champion breed him good and deep and proper.

“Link…”