#sidon x reader

“Doing so well for me, my pearl.” Sidon’s voice was deep, an animalistic growl in his tone while his ragged breaths ghosted the marked skin of your throat- yet his touch was the exact opposite. He had sworn to never hurt you, after all, and that promise extended to intimate times as well.

With two fingers deep inside your warm walls, his other hand kept you steady, anchoring you against the side of the pool that you were currently bent over.

Truthfully, the two of you had barely made it to his private quarters after the long, uneventful dinner you had shared with him and his father. King Dorephan was always super kind to you, even as the elders tended to stare at you with barely hidden disgust.

You weren’t surprised by the looks, honestly. It was to be expected seeing as they were stuck in their old ways.

A Zora with a Hylian?

None of them had been impressed when you and Sidon became public about your relationship, yet they never spoke outwardly.

But that didn’t stop how they whispered amongst themselves. How they’d look at you like you were nothing more than a gross little bug scurrying around the domain.

Sidon, for his part, was always there to comfort you or to cheer you up when the looks became too much. He had always told you to not let them get to you- that they’d eventually come around.

Sure, you trusted him. But it was hard to believe the elders would come out of their old ways.

But their opinions mattered very little when all you could focus on was Sidon’s fingers in your greedy cunt, spreading mind-numbing pleasure through your body until you were trembling.

“Almost there.” He hummed against your throat again, sharp teeth brushing the skin. His fingers shifted and he hit deeper, spreading you open wide in preparation for his achingly hard cocks that pressed against the curve of your ass.

Sidon always made sure to prep you properly- he wouldn’t even consider actually fucking you until he made you orgasm multiple times on his fingers or tongue.

You’d simply lost track of how many you’d had at that point, mind hazy with pleasure and overstimulation making you all the more sensitive to any of his touches.

“Mmf-“ Small moans and noises scraped your throat, raw from overuse- thankfully, the sounds of the running waters around the domain would muffle anything.

Another orgasm washed over you as you stiffened in your lover’s arms, your elbows braced against the edge of the pool. His fingers slowed as your walls pulsed and fluttered around them with your release, soft gasps and whines escaping your kiss-swollen lips.

“Si-“ You whimpered out, his fingers slipping out of the warm depths of your leaking cunt. Twisting slightly in his grasp.

The Zora cooed quietly at you, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw, gently connecting his lips against yours. Carefully, he guided your body to face his, your hands gripping his chest for stability as his cocks pressed against your entrance.

Shuddering in his grasp, his hands cupped your ass to bring you closer, the first of the two nudging at your fluttering hole.

“Are you ready, my treasure?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple that was so gentle, your heart felt like it would explode on the spot.

Sidon was always so gentle with you in every situation- and it made you more than grateful to be able to call him yours.

Not trusting your words, you nodded up at him with a dazed expression- and with that, he began to slip in. The head nudged you open before sinking in, his length going inch by inch. The zora paused to give you a chance to adjust here and there- especially as you became a blabbering, teary-eyed mess in his arms.

“Shhh, I know, my pearl,” He cooed softly, lovingly. One hand steadied you as the other moved to cradle the back of your head, your face pressed to his chest with a soft, shuddering cry escaping you, “It’s almost in all the way, okay? I promise I’ll make it feel good.”

He was nothing if not reassuring. Even as you were the equivalent of a drooling mess in his arms, sweet and pliant on his cock (or cocks, depending on the situation) he always made sure you were nothing less than comfortable.

Goddess above, he’d spent at least an hour deciding on a safe word one night- not that you’ve ever had to use it.

Finally bottoming out, his cock enveloped so sweetly in your warm, gummy walls, Sidon couldn’t help but let out a deep groan. The way you wrapped so deliciously around his cocks always had him feeling like he’d orgasm too early. The warmth and the way your walls sucked him in greedily tipped him over.

You’re whimpering, babbling nonsense against his chest with shuddering breaths- you felt so full and it was just one of his twin cocks. Sure, you’d taken them both before, but you’d never really get used to it.

Sidon hummed deep in his throat, his hand that had been cradling your head moved to pull it back, his eyes taking in the fucked out expression on your face.

“You’re so pretty like this, dearest.” He praised almost sweetly, voice dripping like honey. His other cock twitched against the curve of your ass as he took in your dilated pupils, the subtle haze in your gaze, “So full of me too, hmm?”

Hand moving down, he brushed it against the very noticeable bulge of your belly, his cock stuffing you to the brim, “My dearest treasure,” his face moved to press against your neck, lips tracing one of the many bite marks, “you’re doing so good for me.”

His praises drew another soft whimper from you, walls clenching around his cock in response.

“Mm-“ You mewled, thighs trembling from the stretch of spreading to accommodate his larger body, “Si, please-“

He hummed, hands moving to cup your waist, “As you wish, my dear.”

And with that, his hands guided you against his cock in a steady rhythm, the other rocking steadily against the curve of your ass.

A loud moan escaped you, small incoherent words murmured against his chest as pleasure began to fill your heated core once again. Each thrust of his cock had you arching and crying out, the tip hitting your cervix at a bruising pace.

The earth-shattering pleasure was consuming your very being, heat pooling between your thighs as your releases build up at a rapid pace.

“Si- Mmf-!” You cried out, tears beading oh so prettily in your lash line- he wasted no time in kissing them away gently, whispering soft words to you around his own grunts.

“One more for me and I’ll give you my other.” He whispered against your jaw, teeth sinking into the soft skin of your neck yet again- not enough to bleed, but enough to leave a visible mark.

None of the marks would be easy to hide from the high elders, but a part of him didn’t care in the moment.

Seeing you covered in marks. His marks. It made something primal in him purr happily.

“Close- ‘M close!” Your voice cracked from strain, nails digging into his red scales as you tried to steady yourself against his chest.

A tightness was building in your lower belly, only growing tighter the more your pleasure built up. It wasn’t long before you came again, tensing as your walls clamped down against his length.

Sidon helped you through your orgasm, fucking you at a slower pace as a hand slipped down to rub the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit- you all but squealed, yelping from sensitivity.

He slowed until his hips stilled and you whined in complaint, unhappy with the sudden loss of friction, “H-Hey-“ You hiccuped out, a few tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Shhh, just lining up.” He reassured softly, lining up the tip of his second cock to your stretched hole. You, trembling in his arms, could only nod dumbly- too fucked out to properly respond much, and certainly not complaining about what you knew would come next.

And slowly, he pushed in again, his twin cocks slowly stretching you wide. Filling you more than before. It was almost suffocating, your walls stretching to accommodate both lengths.

You were practically drooling, babbling pathetically against his chest as he slowly bottomed out, your belly bulging visibly as both lengths filled you.

“There,” Sidon hummed, running one hand through your hair and down your back in a reassuring gesture, comforting you, “Taking me so beautifully.”

The Zora had a surprising amount of control during sex. The only times he really slipped were during his ruts- which was a given. Though he did try to take it easy on you when he could.

Besides, a Hylian taking a Zora’s twin cocks was nothing short of incredible.

“‘M gonna break-“ You gasped out, your senses focused on nothing but the feeling of his cocks stretching you wide- ruining you for anyone else.

Not that you wanted anyone else.

“Feel s’good-“ You continued, words lazily falling off your tongue, walls clenching around his lengths as he began to move.

Your pleasure was mounting quickly, faster than before- certainly aided by the overstimulation and countless others you had already had.

“Mmf- Think ‘m coming again?” You babbled, body trembling like a leaf in the wind as his hands moved to steady you, “Fuck- I-“

But you weren’t able to finish the sentence. A wave of euphoria ripped through you as your body convulsed in his grasp. A powerful orgasm washed over you, pleasure-filled noises escaping your sore throat as you squirted on his cocks, juices shooting into the water.

Sidon blinked down at you, jaw slightly slack in a mixture between awe and shock.

“You’re incredible.” He hummed out finally, chest warming with admiration. You, his lovely little Hylian partner, were nothing short of a blessing.

His hips didn’t slow down much- if at all- still continuing in that steady, mind-numbing pace that had your toes curling.

“Think you can handle one more, my love?” He asked softly, nuzzling against your temple, his little shark tail wagging ever so slightly.

His only reply was a halfhearted whine, your hands tightening against his red scales, and your walls clamping around his cocks so tightly that he couldn’t help but moan lowly.

Sidon’s own release was building up at a steady pace, his thrusts becoming a bit sloppy the closer it got. Your own noises were doing nothing but egging him on, his eyes trained on your fucked-out expression.

Gaze flickering down, he took in the way your stretched hole fluttered around his twin cocks, water rippling around the both of you as he fucked into you.

“Come with me, my pearl.” He rasped out, pressing his lips to yours again, hips speeding up in a desperate race to his own pleasure.

You whimpered into the kiss, clenching around him just in time for your final orgasm to wash over you, body jolting from the intensity.

Sidon greedily swallowed your sounds into the kiss, hips jerking once more. Twice. A third time. And then finally- he buried himself as deep as he could before stilling, shooting his hot seed deep inside of you.

You trembled, head falling back- one of his hands shot up to catch it, holding up your head. You were boneless, belly bulging from his cocks and his seed, expression nothing short of dazed and deeply satisfied.

“You did very well, my dear.” Sidon whispered against your cheek after pressing a gentle kiss there, his expression softening with admiration and love, “I’ll handle the rest from here- you can rest.”

But you were already drifting off in his hold- safe, warm, full. You knew he’d handle everything as he had many times before- and in the final moments before you drifted off, all you could think about was how much you loved him. How grateful you were for the Zora Prince that you called yours.

Link

wouldn’t really be that surprised

he’s woken up in so many different places that he probably just expects it now

but he’s grateful

he’d notice your clothing and be interested in every detail (probably trying to figure out if there’s any properties to help you withstand the heat)

will inevitably go back to sleep for several hours

Zelda

thanks you 1000000+ times

and absolutely lets you know how attractive you are (not flirtatiously, she’s just an extrovert)

would invite you to the castle for a performance and a meal

asks about the history of your trade and lifestyle

will yap to you forever and forget time exists

Sidon

why is this man in the desert he’s a fish?

he’d be beyond thankful

is offering his life

will ultimately deplete your water supply

invites you to Zora’s Domain for a performance and an endless supply of water (he’s embarrassed fr)

Revali

would probably rather die than receive help tbh

but the shade feels nice

so he’s SAT

might warm up to you

might not

will probably complain the entire time 

Bazz

again… why is this man in the desert (unwillingly at that)

accepts reluctantly

but if you tell ANYONE…

he’ll be really upset

will not willingly deplete your water supply

would be more relaxed if you weren’t a stranger

embarrassed af

Rivan

the only zora i could see in the desert

is thanking you nonstop

and probably trying to give you gifts in return

would tell you his whole life story (and his daughter’s)

and if you ever go to Zora’s Domain, he’ll be there, greeting you with the biggest smile

Ganon

thanks you

and definitely means it… at first, at least

he has a way with his words

he’s prideful to say the least

and not only will he invite you to perform in Gerudo Town

V V V

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

Sidon’s sudden presence on the bridge made you startle, your gaze torn away from the lovely sunset.

“What —“ You straightened, cheeks tinted a suspicious pink. “What do you mean?”

Sidon took a step and raised a hand to toy with the fallen strap at your shoulder. “Don’t be coy, darling.” His voice was pure silk. You were nearly face to face with his abs. “There are all sorts of rumors about you and Link in our lake …”

And Link had warned you this would happen, but you just hadn’t listened. While Link, ever disciplined and focused, was reading one of the inscriptions underneath the lake, you were recalling the time you had seen him nearly naked in a Death Mountain hot spring and suddenly had the idea, the audacity —

“You didn’t think I’d hear about it?” Sidon tutted. “Two Hylians with the nerve to swim naked in our waters?”

Your silence was condemnation enough.

He coaxed you closer, his pectoral grazing the top of your head while a hand ran down the central curve of your back. You were transfixed by how the glow of the crystals on the lake illuminated the white-scarlet tone of Sidon’s skin …

“And then I thought: what Hylian do I know who just can’t resist disrobing at a moment’s notice?”

Face hot, you licked your lower lips.

“Are you —“ You tried, growing taut in his hold in an effort to fight back, to think of something witty to verbally swat him with. “Are you calling me a —“

“Never,” Sidon said, and his voice was stripped of its playfulness. He leaned away to look in the face, where his aquarian eyes, the hardiness in them, reaffirmed this.

A Zora duo passed you on the bridge, but not without quick bows toward their new king. The sun sank passed the domain and left a heavenly tangerine glow over Hyrule; nightfall rode on swift wings.

“How much trouble am I in?” You asked as Sidon’s thumb caressed your chin. “Really?”

Sidon seemed somewhat surprised. “So you don’t deny it?”

“You’ve caught me red-handed,” You said, smiling.

“Well then, I’d say you’re in quite a bit of trouble,” Sidon said, tugging you gently forward, into him, now that the coast was clear. The flirty patina in his voice had returned. “Do you know how this makes me look? I can’t have our domain tainted by a few Hylians making a mockery of us …”

He inched forward. You ached to kiss him.

“You’ll have to be punished,” he leaned forward, and just as you pressed on your tiptoes to meet his kiss, he swerved to the side of your cheek, his tongue swiping at the shell of your ear. “And I will have to punish you.”

“And what happens to Link?” You said, trembling with excitement. “It’s not like I went in there alone.”

“Perhaps not, but he’s not in front of me right now …” Sidon’s hand found a tie holding your top in place and began to flirt with its knot, daring to strip you where you stood. “You’ll have to take a punishment for two.”

V V V

The Ruto Lake was so quiet at night. And somewhat eerie, with the glowing torquioise lights, the lavender flowers adding their own flair to the illuminescence.

Or it would be, if not for the nature of your task.

Your punishment.

“Go on,” Sidon said, lounging on the small hill that rested in the lake. “Show me all that transpired.”

You were working your knot out with a smirk, ready to undo it and be left in only your bottoms. “Who knew the new king of the Zora was such a pervert.”

“Says the woman who loves to be in the nude,” Sidon said, and sat up enthusiastically as you became topless.

You threw your top his way, hid how impressed you were when he caught it in midair.

“I can see how you persuaded Link to partcipate in this …” Whether that was to be a run-off sentence or not you’d never know; Sidon’s eyes weren’t even on your face, but roving your half naked form, the sway of your breasts — then how they hung in front of him as you worked your bottoms off.

“Link talks a big game,” You began, kicking your bottoms out of your way and facing Sidon, now completely bare. “He’s still a man, though.”

“It isn’t just that,” Sidon said, shaking his head and grinned that gorgeous grin. “You’re beautiful, waterlily.”

You blushed at the sincerity of his comment. You smiled meekly, remembered how Link had complimented you with his eyes, pretty and blue and unabashedly dilated, in much the same way. They really are very alike …

“Do it now,” Sidon purred, his cadence so seductive it might as well have been an inch from your ear. “The king of the Zora commands you …”

You turned around and dove into the water. Not nearly as cold as you predicted — then again your last dip in it had been at a different time of day — you twirled in the water before coming up for air.

And even though you were anticipating it, had expected it, had yearned for it, an atavistic, primal fear still came upon you when Sidon’s large, hungry hands grabbed you in the water and had you enveloped in his embrace, a fear that melted into unadalterated yearning.

And suddenly you were enveloped in Sidon’s embrace, victim to hose same greedy hands, his salivating tongue …

“You’re divine,” he breathed out before capturing your lips again. Tongue met tongue as he held you close in the sloshing water.

Eyes rolling back, you wrapped arms around Sidon’s thick neck. His hands roamed reverently, caressing and smoothing over your wet skin, made more sensitive by arousal and the arcane magic of the lake water …

“Sidon …” You hung your head back as one of his hands met the small of your back, while the other teased the seam of your cunt.

“Say it again.” He peppered kisses against your neck, sharp teeth grazing, threatening but never quite biting. He grinded into your smaller, weaker body, his dual cocks coming alive for you under the water. “Say it again, oh, please —“

You wrapped your legs around him and roped him into another kiss. You hated what this meant; the height difference between the two of you meant Sidon’s cocks were completely out of reach, but your cunt fluttered at the idea of where they could go.

“Sidon —“ You moaned out against his lips; Sidon’s fingers rediscovered your cunt, tickled at your clit. “Sidonsidonsidon, please, please, I —“

He broke the messy kiss to meet your eye. “You mean you want to?” The gentlest smirk ghosted his lips; he must’ve felt your legs shaking around him; two taloned fingers teased your clit, a third threatening to sneak farther, past your slippery lips … “Are you ready for me, my love? After just a little seconds of kissing, are you ready for my cocks?”

“Yes.” You never broke with his gaze, hands clinging desperately to him as you grinded your hips, chasing the rhythm of his cruel fingers. “Yes, please —“

A third finger slipped into your tight hole —

“What a begging thing you are …” Sidon said as you cried out from the invasion.

“Please.” Your eyes drooped. You held his smiling face in your hands. “Please, my king.”

That was the right thing to say; Sidon’s pupils blew out. In a flash he yanked your legs out from around him, saddled you to his side and swam to the small island protruding from the lake. There he turned you around, on your knees.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words?”

Your cunt betrayed you, fluttering again at the anticipation. Sidon’s hands came to your hips. You bit your lip as you felt his enormous presence from behind.

And without much ceremony, his cocks slid past to stretch both your cunt and your clenching asshole. Your jaw fell slack, slipping at your elbows on the low grass. Sidon groaned as he entered you to the hilt, one of his thumbs drawing circles into your skin.

“You feel —“ He thrusted, his voice catching on the motion, “— divine, oh —“

And you were sure, given different circumstances, he would’ve been slower, allowed you time to adjust. But not now. Not when he had prolonged teasing you, and not when you had riled him up to such a dangerous degree. Sidon’s hips slapped to your plump, wet ass as he fucked you, hands at times holding you still or yanking you back to meet his thrusts.

You moaned, again and again. On your hands and knees, for the entire Zora domain to see. Fuck, the thought of that was nearly enough to send you over the edge. Of the world seeing Sidon fucking you. You were being bred.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sidon moaned. “Such a naughty —“ thrust “little” — “minx” thrust.

Your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t able to withstand the constant praise, tightening around the cock Sidon siphoned into your pussy. One of his hands reached forward and under to reclaim your clit.

“The nerve of you,” he hissed in your ear, his massive fingers toying with your defenseless little nub. “Showing off this perfect cunt to the world when it’s — nng — rightfully mine.”

Your elbows were numb with pain but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your orgasm climbed. You fished the grass, shutting your eyes tight, lost in the feeling of being so full by one man out of the two you loved most in the world.

“(Y/n).” Sidon bared a hand down on your back, the strain in his voice evident. “I —“

“It’s okay,” You hastened, nodding voraciously. To drive your point home you clenched around one of his cocks siphoning you.

“Oh — oh —“ The slaps his thrusts gave to your ass quickened, Sidon dragging your hips back to meet his demanding, hectic pace.

Your eyes rolled back; knowing he was about to come, knowing you’d be full of him everywhere, was enough to make you lose it.

Sidon roared, his last few thrusts bruising in their impact. You screamed out a stream of expletives as his come sprayed into both of your holes, leaving you filled to the brim with his delicious seed.

Sidon’s hand massaged your back now as he fought to catch his breath. “Oh, mmm, have mercy, my love!” he begged as your possessive cunt squeezed around his cocks again and again without your say, refusing to let him go.

“Sorry,” You breathed out with a chuckle.

“Oh no,” Sidon said. You looked behind you to see his face riddled with concern for your state. “Look at what I’ve done to you; let me help you …”

“I’m fine, really.” Even though your knees were red and raw from the rutting and there were aches blossoming under your skin as you spoke that would be fully birthed the next day. You smiled as Sidon helped to readjust you, feeling the aftermath of his seed leaking from your holes. “If anything I should be thanking you.”

“Nonsense. I had no right to treat you so boorishly.” Sidon cradled you into his arms. Dabbling kisses on your forehead, the chill left on your skin from the water was warded off by the guard of his hands. “Though, you may have a point,” Sidon murmured in between the umpteenth kiss above the fur of your brow. “The two of you will be the death of me. Surely you know that?”

You chuckled, eyes closed. At the feel of Sidon’s lips at the curve of your temple, you said, “I think so.” Then you were serious. “I didn’t get you into too much trouble, did I?”

“No, though prepare for Muzu to give you the stink eye whenever you visit.”

“I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“Steady,” the Prince murmurs, fingers wrapped around your hips and head lowered in intense concentration. “Tell me if there is any pain.”

“I will,” you promise, voice colored with soft affection as much as lust. The bed of grass at your back is warm, ticklish to the touch, and the breeze shivering along your bare body prickles your skin with goosebumps. Between your thighs, Sidon thrusts gently against your entrance, the flared, crimson head of one cock catching at your rim and the other bumping against your sex with each roll of his hips. Your breath hitches at the stretch, though any discomfort is soon eclipsed by the pleasant ache of your lover filling you, your body clenching eagerly around his throbbing length.

“Haah - “ the Prince sighs, sharp teeth bared in a pleasured grimace as your body slowly swallows him to the hilt. His fingers tremble against your hips as he struggles to remain still, allowing you both a moment to adjust, and you take the opportunity to reach for his handsome face, fingers curling lovingly around his cheek.  

“Sidon.” You sigh his name, your thighs twining leisurely around his hips. The Prince gasps as the movement urges him deeper into your body, the base of his cock grinding against your entrance and wrenching a cry from you both. His cheek slumps into your palm, his hand coming up to clasp yours, and as heavy-lidded golden eyes catch upon yours, you murmur, “Move, my love. Please.”

With a groan, the Zora Prince begins to thrust, the drag of his dual cocks sending pleasure coursing through you like a slow wave. Your head falls back against the grass with a ragged gasp as his hips roll steadily against yours, filling you, the cock not currently sheathed within you catching against your sex and bringing stars to your vision. 

Palms calloused from his work with a trident wrap around yours, pressing them into the grass as Sidon buries himself to the hilt again and again. His body eclipses yours, lithe and powerful, abdominals clenching with each thrust and mouth parted on breaths that almost steam in the cool night air. 

Your eyes alight upon the bobbing head of his unsheathed cock and the fluid dripping sluggishly from the tip, and with a hunger that surprises you you wiggle one hand free of Sidon’s grasp and reach eagerly for your prize. The Prince keens as you wrap your fingers around the damp, flared head of his cock, thumbing at the slit to gather moisture into your palm before you begin to pump his straining shaft in tandem with the Zora’s increasingly desperate thrusts.

“Darling,” Sidon cries, the muted slap of skin against skin rising in volume with the speed of his thrusts. Pleasure burns through you, all encompassing, but it pales in comparison to your joy as you witness the Prince fall to pieces between your thighs, the cock sheathed within your body and the one twitching within your grasp both giving a mighty throb before they begin to spill. You moan feebly as heat gushes within you and Sidon’s unsheathed cock spills warm, sticky fluid over your hand and belly, your body contracting around his throbbing length in the throes of your own orgasm.

It isn’t until you’ve managed to catch your breath that you feel the gentle tug of sharp teeth against the base of your throat, Sidon’s heavy breaths warming your skin and his body twitching against yours as the aftershocks of his release course through him.

You curl your fingers around his neck before he can think to ease away from such vulnerable flesh, knowing exactly what he wishes to do and wanting it desperately.

“My love?” The Prince murmurs against your skin, his voice a mixture of confusion and hope. 

“Do it,” you urge him, your voice tinged with fatigue and love and hunger in equal measure. “Mark me as yours, for all of Hyrule to see.”

Sidon needs no more convincing. He parts his lips against your throat, teeth catching at your skin, and does just as you’ve asked.

“You’re blushing.”

Your voice comes out breathless, wreathed with soft amusement. Revali bristles beneath it, as you’d known he would, and shoots you a glare tempered by the weight of his wings wrapped firmly around you, holding you aloft as you guide yourself along his length.

“I’m doing no such thing,” the Rito grunts, his words punctuated with an impassioned moan that he tries desperately to hide with the swift click of his beak slamming shut. You huff at his pride, stalwart as ever even while the most intimate part of him remains buried within you, and roll your hips in a pointed effort to wrench that sound once more from the depths of his throat. 

Blue eyes narrow at your impertinence. “Stop that.”

“Stop?” you repeat, false innocence writ across your face. Your hips slow to a halt at his command, though you can’t resist the clenching of your inner muscles, Revali’s stuttered breaths at the sensation of your fluttering walls bringing a smile of satisfaction to your lips. “If that is truly what you want - “

Revali blows out an explosive breath, wings tightening about your hips as he struggles against the urge to slam into you. “You know what I mean,” he grumbles against your cheek, and you grin, dragging your lips along his feathered brow.

“I know what you mean,” you concede, lifting yourself along his cock and whimpering as the length of him drags along your nerves. Revali groans softly as you sink back down, beak parting around the syllables of your name, and you marvel at the vulnerability on his face, his usual arrogance tempered by the intimacy of your joining.    

You won’t tease him for it, not this time, not when your own heart is pounding like a drum and your body is teetering on the edge of the abyss, breath trembling not with fear but with anticipation. 

You know Revali’s wings will be there to catch you when you fall.

The wind and rain rail outside, lashing the shingles of the roof with wild abandon, and yet they fail to intrude upon the storm raging within the walls of Link’s modest home - the impassioned cries and muffled grunts of pleasure enough to drown out the persistent maelstrom strengthening just beyond the door.

“Link,” you gasp, palms dragging across the Hero’s heaving chest as you thrust against him, burying yourself upon his cock again and again while his callused hands hold you steady. Your body shines with sweat, thighs aching with the strain of holding yourself aloft, but the pleasurable burn as you drive yourself upon the Hylian’s cock scatters every last thought of discomfort from your head.

Link grunts beneath you, fingertips digging hungrily into your hips and brilliant blue eyes piercing through you as you fuck yourself upon his length. You had thought - in the quiet moments when you had allowed yourself to think of this moment - that you would quail beneath his stare, that his fierce gaze would render you mute or immobile in the wake of such a vulnerable act, and yet you rally beneath the weight of those blue eyes, your own eagerness to share the pleasures of your flesh surprising you, bolstering you, until you were driving yourself upon Link’s cock with reckless, fevered abandon and pressing hungry, open-mouthed kisses to his heaving chest until his muted grunts and soft gasps were filling the room.

The crash of thunder outside heralds Link’s own powerful climax, his fingers clenching against your hips and dragging you eagerly upon his cock once, twice, three more times before he’s spilling within you, blue eyes clenched tightly shut and cornflower hair a sweaty halo around his head.

Even as the aftershocks of his pleasure twitch through him, the Hero refuses to budge until he’s driven you to your own trembling end, and you cry out as your body clenches eagerly around his, grinding feverishly against the base of his cock until you’re oversensitive and aching, and then collapsing in an exhausted, sweaty pile against his naked chest. 

Link’s arms come up to wrap around you, the storm outside continuing to rage even as your hearts slow from a rapid gallop to a steady thrum. Thunder crashes, lightning crackling against the dark sky, and yet here, within the circle of the Hylian’s arms, you feel nothing but peaceful contentment.

You sleep.

Claws rake tenderly along the dip of your spine, dragging along the swell of your buttocks and wrenching a gasp from your throat as they dig gently into the meat of your hips. Your body is warm and open, liquid against the bed as Rauru eases into you, and you grasp leisurely at the pillows as the Zonai buries himself to the hilt with short, swift thrusts.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his lips warm against your shoulder and his great mane of silver hair spilling over the bedsheets. He urges your spine into an arch with gentle, patient claws, your knees rising to brace against the bed so that he may bury himself deeper within your warmth, and you moan his name as the heavy length of his cock catches against the rim of your entrance before easing back in, your body clutching feverishly at his long, slender shaft and gently tapered head. 

“More,” he urges, sharp teeth nibbling delicately at the skin of your shoulder as he thrusts between your thighs, the warm, furred skin of his stomach rubbing against your raised buttocks with every sensuous roll of his hips. “Let me hear you.”

You keen as his cock bumps against the bundle of nerves deep within you that sends stars rocketing across your vision, his name spilling from your lips in fevered urgings and whimpered entreaties for more, deeper, harder.

Rauru groans gruffly at your impassioned cries, hips pistoning against yours as pleasure tightens its grip around you both. Your release crashes through you like a windstorm, toes curling as your body clenches around Rauru’s in a desperate bid to milk every last drop of his essence, and the roar of the mighty Zonai King’s completion shivers through your every nerve before you find yourself gathered fervently against his gray-furred chest, his muzzle nuzzling tenderly at the dip of your shoulder.

“You are exquisite,” he sighs, claws dragging gently against your twitching thighs and shivering belly.

You open your mouth to chastise him, as you often do whenever he heaps his compliments upon you, and then think better of it upon a glance at his face - content, sated, and eminently adoring.

Next time, you think with a flustered blush, and bury yourself within the circle of Rauru’s waiting arms.

“Look.”

Your eyes peel open at Ganondorf’s rasped command, breath hitching as you catch a glimpse of your joined forms in the large, ornate mirror the Gerudo had placed near the bed. Your eyes trace the length of your body, bare and slick with sweat, before they alight upon Ganon’s, his form dwarfing yours, crimson hair spilling over his shoulders and powerful muscles flexing as he thrusts into you.

“Watch,” he orders gruffly, breath hot against the shell of your ear. You whimper as his hands - massive, rough, warm - drag along your skin, one wrapping around your hip and the other clasped to your stomach, holding you firmly in place as he buries his length within you again and again. Your body jerks in his hold, thighs twitching feebly with each powerful thrust, and you toss your arm above your head to clasp at the thickness of his neck as he fucks you, crying out as his cock bumps against each trembling nerve.

“See how well your body takes me,” the Gerudo rasps against your shoulder, tongue dragging along your sweat-slick skin and wrenching a moan from your throat. “How well we fit. See our hunger.“ His hands drag along your sternum, fingertips rolling your nipples into sharp, aching peaks. “Our power.” His thighs flex as he stuffs you full, grinding the base of his cock against your entrance, and you shout his name, blindly groping for his mouth and nearly sobbing as Ganon meets you with a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs.”Hyrule will be ours,” he finishes against your mouth, chest rumbling against your back as his pace increases, driving your aching body toward completion with each powerful roll of his hips.

“Ganon,” you moan feverishly, meeting his thrusts with your own, the slick slap of skin against skin and the groan of the bedposts filling the room.

“Yes,” the Gerudo spits between gritted teeth, and then you’re coming, mouth falling open against his as your release crashes through you, the wild clenching of your body serving to trigger Ganon’s own.

Warmth fills you, seeping from the place where you’re joined and staining the bedsheets below, but there is little that could distract you from the fevered light in Ganondorf’s eyes, the fierce determination that even now you can feel tightening the corded muscles in his arms and chest.

“Hyrule will be ours,” he repeats, fingertips dragging through the thatch of curls above your sex, and you arch feebly against him, inner muscles twitching in renewed interest around the length of his cock.

Nothing about this day was making sense. In addition to happening upon a giant fish man— or rather him happening upon you— you now find yourself standing in front of a gargantuan fish man sitting on a throne.

The goddess Hylia no longer creates mountains this big. What right does she have creating Zora this way?! You were almost terrified to move from your place beside Sidon, for fear that he'd lean down and snap him up whole.

“Son.” He nodded, voice deep and bellowing. “Who is this honored guest you've presented to me?”

“This is my father, King Dorephan, King of the Zora Kingdom.”

You were unsure how to dignify such a title, offering a slight bow, just enough that you didn't nearly vomit.

“And Father, this is…” He sputtered, growing nervous under the attention. “Oh — I apologize. I appear to have… forgotten your name.”

“You never asked for it.” You replied bluntly.

“AH— forgive me! What is your name please, so I may introduce you.”

“It's Y/N.”

“Thank you. Father, this is Y/N. She is the Hylian I intend to procreate with to birth a strong school of children—”

“—HEY. I never agreed to that! And what happened to getting married first!?”

“I do not intend to insult you, but your proven lack of ability to swim has urged me to reconsider my initial proposal—”

The quite literally booming laughter of King Dorephan interrupted your bickering, urging you to cower behind the seemingly pint-sized prince.

“Sidon. Is this another one of your long winded jokes? Surely you must know that Hylians and Zora cannot procreate?”

“What?” Sidon gasped.

“What.” You grunted irritably.

“B-but Mipha and Link—”

“Zora and Hylians have shared romances for time immemorial! It's true. But we've never proven the ability to genetically reproduce. It's… simply impossible.”

“But…” He grew quiet, dropping his head. “But how am I to prevent our population decreasing? To prevent the Zora race from dying out once we run out of birthing females?”

King Dorephan balked.

“This is not an issue currently plaguing our people, Sidon. In fact, female Zora have a larger window of fertility than males and…” He seemed to pause, as if coming to a sudden realization. “Have you been listening to Dento’s conspiracies again?”

“Well, yes! But he—”

“Uh… sorry to interrupt this little chit chat, but I was told I could have a bed.”

“Indeed. I am very sorry that my son here has bothered you, Y/N. Sidon has a tendency to become a bit overzealous when it comes to the livelihood of our people. Which is all well and yet, considering he'll be taking over rule after me.”

You couldn't even trust this guy to give you directions, let alone run an entire kingdom.

“Sidon. You've imposed your will upon a Hylian and in the interest of making amends, invited her as an honored guest with the intention of having children with her. Is that correct?”

With his actions stated so plainly like that Prince Sidon felt an overwhelming sense of shame wash over him.

“Yes… that is correct, Father.”

“I'm very disappointed in you, Sidon. Dento’s teachings and your sense of self-righteousness has led you astray. I believe you owe Y/N here an earnest apology.”

The smaller Zora turned to you, his head turned down, obscuring his eyes as he fell into a kneeling position, nearly scaring you shirtless, before he began.

“Y/N. I see now that I was deeply misguided and evidently unwilling to accept your rejection of my proposal, despite your many attempts to deny me. I must ask that you please accept my most thorough and humble apology.”

As much joy as it'd brought you to receive justice, you'd seen this man grovel enough.

“Prince Sidon, I will accept your apology… as long as you agree to feed me.”

He looked shocked, a glimmer returning to his face as he, for the first time since apologizing, looked up at you.

“Truly? Yes— of course I shall!”

“Then I forgive you.”

He leapt to his feet, such a genuinely giddy reaction almost made you burst into laughter.

“Oh, thank you, Y/N. I'm forever in your favor—”

“I expect you to see to it that Y/N is provided with exceptional treatment and our finest accommodations, understand?”

“Yes. Father.” Sidon answered, looking a bit dejected, or perhaps embarrassed. A pink blush decorating his cheeks. You'd actually find it cute if he hadn't spent the better part of your entire time knowing him, terrorizing you.

Perhaps it was the humiliation of his father's scolding, or the weight of his own actions, but Sidon’s much less chatty now. Instead, assuming a more formal tone as he enters a sort of tour guide mode, talking at length about all the beautiful sculpting that decorates the location and its rather extravagant—yet boring—history.

You're distracted by the laughter of little Zora children running around, almost nearly your height.

Are they gonna grow up to be Sidon's size? Or worse yet—King Dorephan?! The thought is haunting, but as you descend the stairs, you can't take your eyes off the glimmering blue sculpture nestled in the middle of the children's play area.

Almost as if transfixed by the gleaming monument, you completely interrupted his musings, asking. “Who's this?”

He follows the direction of your hand toward the statue, assuming a brilliant smirk.

“That,” He beams proudly as he assumes his spot in front of it. “Is Lady Mipha. Princess of the Zora.”

Before you could inquire further he continued, as if called to speak.

“She is the love of our people. As a kind soul and a gifted healer, she became the Champion of the Zora, receiving the honor of piloting the Divine Beast, Vah Ruta, in the fight against the creature known as Calamity Ganon. The fight of which, concluded with her ensuing death. I know her most prominently as my beloved and endearing older sister.”

“Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.”

There was a reverent look in his eyes as he gazed up at her. “I spend much of my evenings looking up at her stone effigy, speaking to her.”

You reached into your collar, pulling free your polished stone necklace. A gift from your own sister. 

You had to force the words forward, the lingering sadness nagging in your throat tasted bitter. “I also lost my big sister.”

The shadow of his head turned in your peripheral vision as you thumbed at the gemstone. A gorgeous ruby amulet.

“I'm very sorry for your loss.” He answered back, a previously unheard softness to his tone.

“Is your necklace a tribute to her?” 

“Yes. Ruby is her birthstone—or rather—it was...”

You didn't anticipate the feeling of his palm against your shoulder, or the spring of warmth it ushered throughout your skin.

“It is.” He nodded. “She is still with you, always. Just as my sister Mipha is still with me.”

His hand moved to cradle his chest as he closed his eyes.

“When I think of her, my chest feels tight. It squeezes , as if she's giving me a hug, like she once did. That is how I know she is still with me.”

“I… think I can feel it too.” You swallowed down the emotion tinging your voice before you continued. 

“She was everything I wasn't. Graceful, righteous, and poised—a natural born leader. Where I'm… awkward and stubborn and naïve.”

“Perhaps we are more alike than we initially seemed.”

You looked up to see his twinkling grin and you couldn't help but smile.

“Because we're living in our older sister's shadows?”

“No. You are in her shadow, I am standing in the light.”

There was a brief moment of pause between you before his brain finally managed to make the connection.

“Oh — I see that was a joke… I do not find that funny.”

For whatever inconceivable reason to him, that genuinely made you laugh, and hearing that brought a warmth to his heart.