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Typically, Link's days consisted of peaceful foraging and medial tasks, today was not one of these days.
Link had just cleared the North Lomei Labyrinth, he rested a few steps away, finding a nice, small (c-cold!) boulder to lean against, reaching his mid back, allowing him to lean back comfortably. He clears some snow and lights a campfire to rest before he was willing to move back to the snow fields beyond.
The only protection from the elements he had was his snowquill headdress (overpriced in Link's opinion), and the abundance of spicy food he made while still on the great plateau. Link wasn't too sure whether food could expire within the sheikah slate, but he wasn't willing to find out by wasting perfectly good food.
The chill of the cold was chased away with the spicy meat skewer Link pulled out, the flavour, juices, tenderness, all of it, was already soothing Link's aches and pains. He closes his eyes to savour the flavours, allowing himself to relax. He was so focused he didn't notice the quiet hoof steps approaching him.
It happened so fast Link had little time to decipher what was happening before it was too late. Strong arms grasped his shoulders, flipping him chest down against his boulder. Link struggles as a strong hand braces him against the stone, squeezing the air out of him.
A lynel.
That damned lynel that Link forgot about.
The one he had to sneak past in order to get into the labyrinth.
Link cursed himself as the beast lowers head, large puffs of air prickling against Link's neck as the beast sniffs him. Link gasps as he struggles to breathe through the pressure of the beasts strength. The palm bracing him easily stretches the entire width of his ribcage.
The hero panics as he looks for anything to defend himself, or get out of this position. One arm reaches down for his sheikah slate, grasping for the handle against his belt. The lynel licks a long stripe up his head, causing him to yelp and drop the slate far beyond his pinned reach. Shit.
Link give's up his squirming, he only hopes the lynel will lose interest and leave. This seems to spur the incorrect response from the monster. Above Link's head he can hear a chuff and growl, the lynel traces its free hand down Link's shirt, down his ribs, his lower back, hooking a nail under his belt.
"Wait, wait, no!" Link panics once more, thrashing the best he can once more as the Lynel begins to pull on the leather. He feels pricks of pain where his movements leave the sharp nail jabbing into his lower back.
He whines has the leather is ripped away, his other lower garments following soon after. Frigid air buffets his exposed ass cheeks, causing him to shudder. What is this thing doing??, Link dreads, unwilling to assume the worst, surely this beast won't… use him? Right? His question is quickly answered when the lynel begins to lick him once more, a sharp pinprick circling Link's ass cheek. The beasts nail soon finds his entrance, prodding him.
Fear settles inside Link, he is already left out of breath from the fruitless struggle against the monsters pin. Now this thing is going to violate him! Link shouts as the finger pushes against his tight ring of muscle. Link is a virgin! A virgin in every way! This wasn't how it was supposed to go! He shudders as the nail of the beast enters his clenched ass. It hurts. The champion whines as the tip of the beasts finger shoves inside of him, the lynel leaving little time to adjust. Wet tears prick against Link's eyes as he shakes from a pain he has never felt before. The monster groans above him, forcing the finger to bottom out against his ass, impatiently removing the finger and inserting once again repeatedly.
Shouting with every pump, Link squirms as another nail digs against his entrance, quickly entering with the first. Tears and snot drip down Link's face as the two fingers scizzor out inside him, nails scratching along his insides. He quickly learns to relax to the best of his ability which decreases the pain somewhat. That was until one finger presses against a certain spot inside him, he yelps as pleasure irks his dick. There was no way he was willing to enjoy this! Still his own cock twitches against the cold stone it's squished against. He presses his forehead against the cold stone while the pain begins to subside, he fights to ignore the way pleasure overtake it. The fingers start to drift in and outside of him easier.
Already any energy Link has is lost between the cold sting against his ass and thighs, and the pain now radiating his asshole. The lynel removes its fingers from his hole, removing its hand from Links back. 'Nows my chance-!' Link struggles to move his arms to pick himself up , pain and horny-ness making his body feel like jelly. Two hooves step past him against the other side of the boulder. The beast's chest was now above him, he freezes as something else slides along his inner thigh. The lynel adjusts above Link as he feels the near burning hot, damp member rub against his body. He begins to dread as he realises the size of this thing, easily the length of Link's forearm and just as thick. Surely that won't fit inside him-?
The hero whimpers as the tip of the monster's length makes contact with Link's hole. Quickly the dick presses against his entrace, struggling to enter, slipping past his ass cheeks. Link exhales with relief, the beast is simply too big, surely. His thoughts are cut off as the monster quickly moves back and shoves inside. Link screams, the stretch too much, but the lynel continues as if nothing happened. It grunts as it forces itself deeper inside Link, struggling as Link's entire body begins to slide forward with the motion. It lifts a hoof, resting the cannon of its leg against Link's shoulder, using it to brace itself and hold Link still as it forces itself forward once more. Link's shoulderblade feels as though it is going to shatter with all the weight, Link tries the best he can to think of the agony in his upper body than the violation on his lower body.
A gasp escapes the champion, the massive dick pushes into him, its bulbous head sliding past is taut asshole. His eyes bulge as its head presses against his prostate once more, he moans before he can stop himself, his dick perking up once more. Pain laces Link's entrance, the length pulls against his ring, releasing with a loud pop before inserting itself back inside, pushing deeper within Link's undersized body, pressing harder against that bundle of nerves. He sobs with each pump the lynel makes, starting to find a rhythm. Each motion embeds its shaft deeper inside Link, the stretch lacing all along his insides and leaving Link with no better reaction that to just groan, tears streaming down his face.
His dick becomes fully hard, the friction constantly stimulating his insides. Shame floods Link, ashamed at how his body reacts to this rape. He can feel a climax edging closer as more of the lynel's shaft thrusts into him.
The lynel grunts as its dick fails to push further. It pumps again, causing Link to shout, his insides feeling like they've been stabbed. The monster growls as it motions again, once, twice and winning on the third try. Link screams in agony, it felt as though his organs had been rearranged, they probably have, forcing his insides to straighten out in order to accomodate such an unnatural size. With the final push the Lynel's massive cock had bottomed out, its balls bounce against Link's own. The pressure is all too much, Link cums with force, his vision blacking out. He is given two seconds to breathe before the monster begins to move again, slowly pulling out and leaving Link's ass with a loud pop once more. Now stretched, cold air steeps inside Link's abused hole, Link can't find the energy to react, his lower body still tingles with aftershocks. The cock pushes in once more, the Lynel forcing quickly, bottoming out and impaling the champion with a roar. The beast begins to pump with more and more speed. Thrusting in and out with a fast and more desperate motion.
Link's vision is left spotty, overstimulation radiates out from his asshole, tingles of pain spreading across his form. With great shame, Link's dick begins to twitch once more, stiffening again and pressing back into the hard rough stone. Link silently weeps, his mind can only think of the agony that pangs inside of him with each violent thrust the lynel forces upon him. The champion gasps for air, each thrusting motion physically pushing the air out of Link's lungs, snot covers his face as he pants and squirms for any oxygen. Sweat beads across his forehead as his body screams for escape, Link digs his nails roughly into the stone beneath him, scratching and pawing for any way to leave this situation.
After what feels like hours, the lynel thrusts with more force, its careful rhythm wavering. The difference in angles gives the champion's prostate enough difference to set his dick off again, Link violently climaxes once more and squirts more semen out, clenching onto the impaling shaft inside him. It grunts with shakier thrusts as it steps forward with its back hooves, pushing its massive cock as far as it can into its newfound fleshlight. With a loud roar it releases hot cum deep inside Link. Link keens as an unending flood of seed fills him, he can feel every drop of the burning liquid stretch his abused insides. More and more fluid begins to stretch him, Link's abdomen strains against the boulder he is squished against. Hot liquid fills Link's insides more and more, ballooning his stomach; static numbness overtakes the pain Link feels as his body shudders. Link swears he can taste the salt in the back of his throat.
The monster pants roughly above Link, using its leg braced on Link's now numb shoulder it pulls its cock out of the champion in one smooth motion. Hot semen spills down the spent hero's thighs. It chuffs once more before walking off with heavy, uneven footsteps.
Link isn't sure if he is simply dazed or if he passed out, but by the time he finds the willpower to move any adrenaline keeping him warm has depleted. The semen dripping down his entire lower body is hard and crusty, either dried or frozen, Link is far too ashamed to think on it. He flips himself over, violent shivers overtaking him as biting cold snow pampers his ass cheeks. His exit is noticeably loose and uncomfortable, liquid constantly drips out of his hole. One hand travels down to his abdomen, bulging wide, he presses lightly on it and quivers as warm jizz flows out of his asshole quicker with the press. He quickly learns it was a mistake to sit down as lightening sharp pain laces his spine the moment he puts any pressure on his backside. As his mind clears, although only slight, heavy shame settles in Link's core (and semen, his mind unwillingly adds), his mind runs in loops of doubt and self loathing, Why didn't I just kill the beast when I saw it?. The hero slaps his face to bring himself back to reality, it painfully makes his brain feel as though it richochets inside his skull. He assesses his camp, the campfire stamped over and extinguished. He finds the rest of the spicy meat skewer he was chewing on, Link felt nauseous at the thought, but swallowed down the best he could to stave off the frostbite covering his fingers. He looks around dazed, unable to turn his head too fast as his vision doubles and wavers across his sight. Link finds his slate on the ground and and quickly sights the furthest shrine he can teleport to, floating away in blue light.