Pass The Flavor Minerals

“Oh no, not a chance,” the alien chuckled, pulling her tights down and off before repeating with her shirt, not at all shy about it. “You’ve got me wondering about your mouth,” she mused. “Maybe you’ll start at my chest and work your way down, handsome?”

The alien echoed his whistle when she saw what he was packing, finding it an appropriate reaction. She leaned up against him, a wet kiss delivered to his lips as her hand went down to stroke his majestic cock. “I do like what I see. And Im thinking I’ll be taking both your mouth and your cock for a ride.” She giggled as she looked up at him. “Which do you want first?”

The alien stayed standing but leaned against the bench too. “Are you unused to a challenge, Link? You seem pretty smart. I’m sure we can handle this.”

“Well,” the alien shrugged. “We could down a drink or two, then do some dancing and I’ll get handsy if that’s an affirmative with you. And we’ll get to sex pretty quickly. No reason we can’t do it all.”

“I’m sure we can find something to measure how fun you can be,” the alien shrugged, working off the vague idea. “Dancing is fun. Drinking mild poison is fun. Sexual relations are fun. Loads of fun activities. Just depends what you’re wanting out of the evening.”

“Clarification, yes I like what’s under your shirt,” she nodded. “Well there’s plenty more to do with your mouth,” she giggled a bit, getting close and letting her hand run up his thigh and settle on his ass. “You know a good spot for personal relations?”

“I think just about anywhere ‘round here is good for that.” The cowboy teased. Thanks to recent events, the ball had essentially turned into a campus-wide sex party, and no one even batted an eye. He hummed deeply when the alien’s hands settled over the swell of his denim-clad ass. “I could take you right under that tree over there, or if you want somethin’ more comfortable we can take this inside, find somethin’ soft to lay you down on and show you what I can do. Totally up to you, ma’am.” He said courteously.

The alien was all smiles as things were very much going in a direction she was happy about. She looked around for a place that wasn’t taken, and her eyes followed his to the tree. She took his hand and led him over to it, stomping on the ground a couple times. “I think this will be a satisfactory spot.”

“Yeah?” He said, his brown raised as he watched the little alien stomping around their chosen spot. “Works for me.” He said with a shrug of his strong shoulders, moving in he gently pressed her up against the trunk and leaned down to start working his lips over her neck, not caring that his wet shirt was still clinging deliciously to his body. If she wanted it off, she could ask for take it off herself. “Like that?” He asked between kisses, his hands smoothing down her back to grip handfuls of her ass, drawing the alien in flush against his chest.

The alien smirked as his hands found her ass, pushing him away a moment to get her corset outfit off along with her gloves and shoes, leaving her in translucent green top and tights. She liked how his shirt hung on his abs, so she left it on for the moment, but tugged on his pants to get them down.

The alien watched Link move around the room, looking at the message. “I haven’t..and it can’t be sheet music because not everyone can read it.” She looked around, not finding anything that fit. “It could be a tuner for an instrument. Or it could be a spelling trick, like maybe ‘toon’ instead of ‘tune’.” She kept looking, finally moving something and finding a set of bells underneath it. They were labeled 1-5. “There must be something somewhere to tell us the right order? Or this could be a red herring and have nothing to do with it.”

“I guess that’s true of anything,” the alien considered. “We could find out if you’re fun though, if you’re up for it.”

“Clarification, yes I like what’s under your shirt,” she nodded. “Well there’s plenty more to do with your mouth,” she giggled a bit, getting close and letting her hand run up his thigh and settle on his ass. “You know a good spot for personal relations?”

“I think just about anywhere ‘round here is good for that.” The cowboy teased. Thanks to recent events, the ball had essentially turned into a campus-wide sex party, and no one even batted an eye. He hummed deeply when the alien’s hands settled over the swell of his denim-clad ass. “I could take you right under that tree over there, or if you want somethin’ more comfortable we can take this inside, find somethin’ soft to lay you down on and show you what I can do. Totally up to you, ma’am.” He said courteously.

The alien was all smiles as things were very much going in a direction she was happy about. She looked around for a place that wasn’t taken, and her eyes followed his to the tree. She took his hand and led him over to it, stomping on the ground a couple times. “I think this will be a satisfactory spot.”

“Clarification, yes I like what’s under your shirt,” she nodded. “Well there’s plenty more to do with your mouth,” she giggled a bit, getting close and letting her hand run up his thigh and settle on his ass. “You know a good spot for personal relations?”

“The gourd has sinned, then?” She asked, still pretty puzzled about it as she sat down. “What shape are we trying to stab into it?”

The alien was going around the school, finding the festivities of this planet fascinating. “You are going to retrieve the fruit with your mouth?” She studied someone else partaking in the activity for confirmation. “This would show very good speed and dexterity, plus expertise in orally-centered activities. I should think it would be fascinating and impressive. And I may just have to experience those oral expertise for myself.”

The cow quirked a brow and chuckled lightheartedly at the alien’s observations. “It’s also a damn good excuse to get my shirt wet. Just a way to get things started if y’know what I’m getting at.” He said, winking in her direction from behind his mask. “I’ve been told I’m pretty darn impressive, not gonna lie - and you can totally experience my oral talents if you want. I’m not exactly shy.”

“That is all positive to hear,” the alien giggled. She wasn’t shy with sex either these days. There was no room for it. She stood patiently waiting for him to dive in.

“Right… Totally.” He agreed with a crooked smile. Turning his attraction to the barrel of water in front of them, the cowboy set his hat off to the side, braced himself on the edge of the container, took a breath and dove in. Alright, so it wasn’t quite as easy as he thought it’d be. Everything he got close to catching an apple with his teeth, it’d slip away. He came up for air, frustrated and dive right back in, sloshing around for a minute or two until he finally came back up with a shiny Macintosh in his mouth. “Shit.” He laughed, water dripping down his face. “Turns out that’s not so easy.” He laughed in spite of himself, taking a bite of the apple as a reward. “You wanna have a go?”

The alien watched with mixed emotions, getting happy when the ranch hand got close to an apple, then getting disappointed when he couldn’t get it in his mouth. He finally got one and she clapped as he came back up. She looked into the barrel and shrugged. She got her hair out of the way and dove in, having about as much luck as the ranch hand. She came back up without an apple. “Difficult indeed,” she digressed. “I enjoy your wet shirt though. And now there’s more of a reason to find out how you are with your mouth since you couldn’t prove it here.”

“Yes, I believe that the knight is the equine one,” she reasoned, walking to the chessboard and setting up the white pieces: the tall pieces in the middle, then the bishops, knights, and castles in the back row, then the pawns in the front row. Then she did the same for the black pieces, leaving open one of the knight spaces for the one in Link’s hand. “That one goes there.” He put it down and they heard a click someone in the room.

The alien was going around the school, finding the festivities of this planet fascinating. “You are going to retrieve the fruit with your mouth?” She studied someone else partaking in the activity for confirmation. “This would show very good speed and dexterity, plus expertise in orally-centered activities. I should think it would be fascinating and impressive. And I may just have to experience those oral expertise for myself.”

The cow quirked a brow and chuckled lightheartedly at the alien’s observations. “It’s also a damn good excuse to get my shirt wet. Just a way to get things started if y’know what I’m getting at.” He said, winking in her direction from behind his mask. “I’ve been told I’m pretty darn impressive, not gonna lie - and you can totally experience my oral talents if you want. I’m not exactly shy.”

“That is all positive to hear,” the alien giggled. She wasn’t shy with sex either these days. There was no room for it. She stood patiently waiting for him to dive in.

The alien was going around the school, finding the festivities of this planet fascinating. “You are going to retrieve the fruit with your mouth?” She studied someone else partaking in the activity for confirmation. “This would show very good speed and dexterity, plus expertise in orally-centered activities. I should think it would be fascinating and impressive. And I may just have to experience those oral expertise for myself.”

“Empathy,” the alien replied. She had gotten into the dancing and had lost herself in it. “You appear to be a fun person,” she chuckled, observing her ass.