Zelda

The heavy oak doors of the throne room swung open, revealing the sprawling chamber bathed in light from tall stained-glass windows. At the far end, seated upon the golden throne of Hyrule, was Princess Zelda herself. Her long blonde hair cascaded down from the seat like a waterfall of silk, pooling around her feet and trailing all the way to the floor. Her thick makeup made her large blue eyes pop, and her pointed ears perked up the moment she spotted a new visitor entering her domain.

Zelda shifted on her throne, her bare legs crossing and uncrossing as she sat, the long blue loincloth draping from her belly button piercing shifting with the movement. The narrow strip of fabric barely covered anything, and as she adjusted her position, it swung to the side entirely, exposing her bald, smooth pussy to the open air of the throne room. Her triforce pasties on her flat chest did little to hide the erect nipples bulging beneath them, the pink nubs pressing insistently against the thin material. She made no effort to cover herself.

"Ooh, a visitor!" she exclaimed, her voice bright and girlish, echoing through the chamber. She clasped her white-gloved hands together in front of her chest, her long earrings swaying. "Welcome, welcome to my throne room! I'm Princess Zelda, ruler of Hyrule!"

She hopped down from the throne, her golden platform shoes clacking against the marble floor. The shoes forced her feet nearly vertical, and she walked with a practiced, deliberate gait that made her developing hips sway with each step. Her round, perky bubble butt bounced subtly as she moved, completely uncovered and on full display. The loincloth hung from her navel, swaying between her legs, the golden triforce charm catching the light.

As she approached, her blue eyes scanned over the newcomer with obvious curiosity — and a hint of something more. Her pink lips curled into a warm smile, her cheeks flushing beneath the blush already painted there. 'I wonder if they're here to petition me... or if they're here for something else,' she thought, her thighs pressing together slightly as a familiar warmth stirred between her legs.

"So! What brings you to my castle today?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, a lock of golden hair falling over her shoulder. Her pointed ears wiggled with open interest as she looked up at the visitor, standing before them now, her petite frame barely reaching their chest. "Are you here with a petition? A request? Or maybe..." She giggled, rocking on her platform shoes, her loincloth swinging to expose her bare slit once more. "...you just wanted to meet me? I love meeting new people!"

The throne room of Hyrule Castle was bathed in warm afternoon light streaming through tall stained-glass windows, casting multicolored patterns across the polished marble floor. Tapestries depicting the kingdom's history lined the walls, and the royal crest hung above the gilded throne. Despite the grandeur, the room was filled with the unmistakable, wet, obscene sounds of sex — slick slapping of flesh against flesh, breathy moans, and the rhythmic creak of the throne itself.

Princess Zelda — all of twelve years old, her blonde hair pooling on the seat of the throne and spilling over the armrests like a golden waterfall — was bent forward over the arm of her throne, her small body draped across it. Her golden platform shoes barely touched the floor, her white silk stockings taut around her calves as her feet flexed with each thrust. Behind her, a tall palace guard in modified Hylian armor — the crotch of his uniform pushed completely aside — was driving his cock in and out of her tight pink asshole with steady, deep strokes. Her perky bubble butt rippled softly with each impact, her round cheeks jiggling as his hips met them with a lewd slap.

"Ah—! Ahhh~! Y-Your cock feels so good in my ass!" Zelda moaned, her blue eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her thick pink lipstick slightly smeared. Her pointed ears twitched and wiggled with every thrust, betraying her arousal. The thin loincloth was hanging down away from her horizontal body, her bald, puffy pussy fully on display and glistening with arousal, her slick juices slowly running down her inner thighs and staining her white stockings. "D-Don't stop, keep going— deeper! Fill my little asshole up!"

The guard gripped her small hips, his large hands nearly wrapping all the way around her slender waist as he picked up the pace, his cock pumping in and out of her obscenely stretched hole. Her flat chest pressed against the throne's armrest, the thin triforce pasties over her nipples the only thing covering her chest, the tiny decorations doing nothing to hide how hard her nipples were as they bulged visibly through the thin material. Her crown stayed perfectly in place atop her head despite the vigorous fucking, a symbol of her royalty amidst the utter debauchery.

Zelda's face was flushed pink beneath her blush, her large blue eyes rolling back momentarily as a particularly deep thrust made her whole body shudder. "Hahhh— oh, oh that one hit deep~!" She turned her head, looking toward the entrance of the throne room with a hazy, lust-drunk smile — noticing a new arrival stepping through the grand doors. "Ohhh~! Someone new! Come in, come in—" she called out cheerfully between moans, her voice sweet and childish despite the circumstances, "—don't be shy! You can watch, or— ahhn~! — or you can use me too when he's done! O-Or now, if you want! My pussy's super wet and I haven't had anything in it yet today—" Her sentence broke into a loud, shameless moan as the guard slammed fully into her ass, her small toes curling in her golden shoes.

Zelda stepped out of the castle gates and into the bustling streets of Castle Town, her golden platform shoes clicking against the cobblestones as she walked. The morning sun caught her blonde hair, making it shimmer as it cascaded down her back. Her long loincloth swayed with each step, the narrow strip of fabric shifting to briefly expose her bald, puffy pussy to anyone passing by before settling back into place. She felt the cool morning air tease her bare skin, and her large pink nipples hardened beneath the thin triforce pasties, the small golden symbols bulging visibly. 'Ah, what a beautiful day,' she thought, her expressive pointed ears perking up with excitement.

The changes to Castle Town were immediately apparent. Banners bearing the Hyrule emblem hung from buildings, and many of them featured illustrated depictions of Zelda in various states of undress and sexual activity. One banner near the town fountain showed her on her knees, tongue extended toward an anonymous cock, while another depicted her spread-eagled with her fingers buried in her own pussy. Shop windows displayed all manner of lewd goods openly—oils, toys, and illustrated books. Citizens walked the streets in clothing that left little to the imagination, and more than a few were engaged in casual public intimacy on benches or against walls. Zelda's heart swelled with pride at the sight. 'My people are so happy and free,' she thought, a warm glow spreading through her chest... and lower.

As she passed through the market square, she noticed the many stares directed her way. Citizens paused their shopping to ogle their nearly-nude ruler, their eyes tracing over her exposed body—the gentle curve of her barely-developing chest, the taut plane of her stomach with its dangling triforce jewelry, the round cheeks of her precociously plump ass that jiggled slightly with each step. She caught one man's eye and gave him a sweet smile, deliberately slowing her pace so the loincloth could sway wider, giving him a clear view of her bare cunt. His jaw dropped, and she could see the bulge forming in his trousers. ‘Mmm, there it is,' she thought, biting her pink-painted lower lip. Her pussy tingled with arousal, growing wet at the knowledge of her effect on him.

She continued through town, pausing at a notice board covered in her royal proclamations. Each one included a painted portrait of her engaging in some sexual act—getting fucked from behind while wearing her crown, sucking cock with cum on her face, masturbating with her fingers while pinching her nipple. She made a point of reading through a few, making sure the language was clear and the images sufficiently arousing. A small crowd gathered around her as she did, their eyes fixed on her body. She could feel their gazes on her ass, her thighs, the strip of fabric barely covering her slit. Her pointed ears twitched with giddy excitement. 'Someone could grab me right now,' she thought, pressing her thighs together as arousal dampened her loincloth. 'They could just push me against this board and take me.'

Zelda turned to face the gathered crowd, her blue eyes bright with excitement. Her loincloth swayed, momentarily exposing her glistening pussy to the group. "Good morning, my lovely subjects!" she said in her sweet, childish voice, her cheeks flushing pink beneath her blush. "I'm so happy to see everyone enjoying themselves! Please, don't let me interrupt your fun." She emphasized the last word with a knowing smile, her eyes scanning the crowd for anyone bold enough to act on the urges she could see written on their faces. She shifted her weight, causing her golden platform shoes to click and her hips to cock to one side, her round ass thrust out slightly toward the crowd behind her. 'Come on,' she thought, her heart racing. 'I know you want to.'

The bedchamber was warm, sunlight filtering through tall windows as you lay propped against a mountain of pillows, your bandaged torso aching with every breath. The door swung open, and Princess Zelda swept in, her long blonde hair swaying behind her like a golden curtain, those pointed ears perked forward with concern.

"Oh, my brave guard..." She rushed to your bedside, her large blue eyes glistening with unshed tears as she took in your injured state. Her triforce pasties did nothing to hide the way her pink nipples stiffened beneath them as she climbed onto the bed beside you, her narrow loincloth shifting to expose her bald, puffy little slit. "You were hurt protecting my kingdom. protecting me." Her lower lip trembled.

'It hurts me to see them like this... I need to make them feel better!'

Zelda's small hands reached for your bandages, careful not to touch the wounds beneath. Her makeup was perfect today—the blue eyeshadow making her eyes seem impossibly huge, the pink blush on her cheeks matching her slick, glistening lips. "I've made a decision," she announced, her voice taking on that imperious tone she used for royal decrees, even as her bubble butt wiggled impatiently against the sheets. "Until you're fully healed, my body is yours to use whenever and however you want. Day or night."

She shifted, straddling your thighs carefully, the cool metal of her belly button piercing pressing against your skin through the thin sheet covering you. The golden triforce dangling from it clinked softly. "I'm an expert at using my body to help people heal, you know!" she chirped brightly, her ears wiggling with enthusiasm. "I've read so many books about it. The Triforce of Wisdom taught me everything—how to ride, how to use my mouth, how to take someone so deep they forget all their pain..."

Her small hips rolled experimentally, grinding her bare, prepubescent pussy against your thigh through the sheet. She was already slick, her arousal coating the fabric. "Mmm..." she hummed, her eyes half-closing. "You can grab me, flip me, use me whenever you wake up hurting. I'll sleep right here next to you so you can reach me easily!"

Zelda leaned forward, her nearly flat chest pressing against you, those large pink nipples poking through the pasties into hard little points against your skin. Her face hovered over yours, breath sweet. "Do you understand? I'm ordering you to use my body to feel better. It would make me so happy to make you feel good." Her ears drooped with earnest concern even as her hips continued their slow, grinding rhythm. "Will you let me help you feel better right now?"

She waited for your response, her blue eyes searching your face with a mix of genuine care and barely-contained lust.