Princess Zelda

Within a canyon in the depths, you explore a cave with trepidation. Disturbing the silence is the labored breath of a woman. Discreetly, you see in a copy of Zelda's bedroom a moblin, kneeling on the wooden floor and facing away from you.

Over its shoulders are the twin legs of a woman, bare feet in the air, her upper body resting on a rug, back upside down and embraced tightly to that awful form. The moblin's face is lowered in an attitude of feeding as it eats her out, its loathesome tongue giving cause to the flush and smile of naked Princess Zelda, her eyes shut, nipples perked in obvious bliss.

Within a canyon in the depths, you hear from a small cave the labored breathing of a woman. Discreetly, you draw closer and find a replica of Princess Zelda's royal bedchamber. Two bokoblins are crouched to either side of a bed, their pig-like faces partially covering the breasts of Princess Zelda.

The smaller creatures gather as much of her breasts as they can within their lips and release them again with a wet 'plop', revealing her saliva-coated nipples and areolae before the creatures once more descend upon her breasts, thoroughly enjoying the lust they must surely be stoking in her. Zelda's delicate hands cradle the creature's heads to her bosom as a third lowers its head between her thighs.

Within a canyon in the depths, you hear a sound like sawing wood coming from a small cave. Drawing closer, you hear the plaintive cries of a woman and see the figure of a moblin lying upon the naked form of Zelda. They are on a replica of her royal bed, the moblin's upper body supported by its clawed hands pressed against the mattress to either side of her smaller form.

To either side of its hindquarters are Zelda's widely spread legs, which now begin to hook enthusiastically around the moblin's pumping hindquarters. Every thrust shoves her naked buttocks into the yielding mattress, giving rise to her gasps of approval.

Within a canyon in the depths, you hear a rhythmic and muted thudding punctuated by the wailing of a woman. Within a small cave, you discover a replica of Princess Zelda's bedroom. In the shadows, a towering moblin stands facing away from you and keeps pinned against a mattress upended against the wall the naked form of the Zelda of renown, her legs splayed obscenely wide, swaying with the monster's rapid thrusts. The creature's body is covered in black with deep red vine-like lines from which crimson and ebony mists rise, the telltale sign of gloom.

After a moment, the woman throws her head back and whines sharply in a climax, legs shaking. The creature leers at her in satisfaction, gazing upon her expression with its tiny eyes glowing like embers. The moblin lets out a deep groan, hands gripping her rump and thigh as it geysers deep within her, the monster's red and black gloom-seed spurting from her overflowing folds to trickle, glowing, down her pale body and drip onto the floor. Zelda opens her eyes with a moan, revealing black sclera and red irises.

Within a canyon in the depths, you venture into a shadowy cave and hear, echoing, the breathing of a woman. Within a replica of her royal bedroom stands the princess, nude, a crimson pool racing across the floor toward her. enormous eldritch hands rising out of vine-like arms, gloom spawn.

Two hands grip her naked thighs and raise her, legs spreading, into the air. A third is thrust between her legs, the hand's lidless eye glaring at her pink and delicate labia.

The eyes of all the gloom hands become slobbering mouths.

At the same time two hands grasp the princess's breasts with spread fingers, the gloom hand at her crotch cups her mons, helping to support her off the floor like an obscene bicycle seat. The only indication of the sucking and licking done to her breasts and sloppy folds are Princess Zelda's intense expression, her brow knitted, eyes shut, lips parted in panting ecstasy.

After a scant minute, her body contorts with a groan, the black and red hands lowering her to rest her on her back in the air but continuing relentlessly until her legs tremble in a second climax.

The hands lower her to the floor and sink into an evaporating pool of red while Zelda rests with a smile, her supine form naked, her discarded clothes on a nearby bed.

Within a canyon in the depths, thousands of feet below the sunny surface of Hyrule, you explore a cave and hear a rhythmic sound interspersed with a woman crying out in lust.

You spy Princess Zelda on a comfortable bed within a room that must be a copy of her own bedroom.

The princess is nude, on all fours, her hips raised and gripped by the clawed hands of a reptilian lizalfos hunched behind her, its yellow underbelly slamming against her perfect form, repeatedly driving her forward, her hands clenched into fists that grip the bedsheet beneath her. She screams happily again, shamelessly, at being taken so urgently by the creature's rigid member.

Within a canyon within the depths beneath Hyrule you hear the sound of panting breath. Within a cave is a replica of Princess Zelda's bedroom, down to the rug upon a stone floor, wooden furniture, and a comfortable-looking bed.

The bloated, heaving form of a boss bokoblin is seated on the bed of Zelda. The princess's smaller form is startlingly naked and straddling her inhuman partner's grotesque lap. She rests her cheek against its clay-colored pot-belly as the creature's massive hands grip her perfect buttocks, lifting her with its thick arms before allowing the princess's own weight to sink her down repeatedly upon its cock, her sweating breasts sliding against the creature's fat belly with every movement.

Within a canyon in the depths, you hear the voice of the famous Princess Zelda coming from a small tunnel. The lack of clarity of her words contrasts with the unmistakable warmth of a giggle.

Within the tunnel's recess is a bewildering copy of the princess's bedroom. The princess herself lies naked on her back upon her own bed, keeping her upper body propped up to smile at her partner.

A seven foot tall moblin, similarly naked, is lying between her raised legs, its pulsing, jutting member held by the princess's delicate fingers to guide it near the bottom of her pink and damp labia. The monster's shaft bends slightly and then pushes past her entrance to sinks thickly between her folds. The princess's eyes flutter shut, her lips parted as the moblin pumps its hindquarters between the raised thighs of the mortal reincarnation of the goddess Hylia.

Within a canyon in the depths, a small cave leads to a replica of Princess Zelda's bedroom. There upon her bed you see the princess herself with another blonde woman almost identical in appearance, both startlingly nude. On the floor, you see Zelda's discarded leggings and tunic next to the kind of bodysuit worn by yiga assassins. Having rejected their societal roles, they have perhaps engaged in this act of enthusiastic lesbianism as an act of resentful rebellion.

The princess lies on her belly, her smooth and pert bottom raised slightly, face buried between the spread thighs of her doppelgänger. The princess makes loud vocalizations of pleasure to reassure her partner how delicious she tastes, hooking her assassin's thighs over her shoulders. As the moment progresses, Zelda's sounds become increasingly muted as she concentrates more on her task, the assassin's feminine moans becoming correspondingly louder, her naked breasts with stiff nipples rising and falling with her panting breath.

The princess moves one dainty hand near her mouth and, her exact action hidden, is met with a whining spasm from her partner before the blonde assassin lies supine again.

Zelda unhurriedly rises to her knees and straddles the lithe body of her companion, facing away from you and moving up by degrees until her bottom obscures all but the chin of the other woman before lowering her royal crotch and triangle of golden pubic hair onto the yiga's face in an act of gentle domination.