[EARLY ACCESS] Zelda's Toy - Chapter 9

With Zelda’s fingers closed around Link’s tiny body like this, there was no fighting whatever she intended to do with him. Whatever messed up, twisted, awful things she had planned for him. He just had to accept his fate. 

She dragged him downward, her soft skin gliding beneath him like an unstoppable current. His heart pounded in his chest, the warmth of her hand enveloping him, watching as the hem of her pants came closer and closer like some sort of ominous wall. 

He whimpered as she slid him down past her stomach, which rose and fell with her increasingly heated breaths. Every inch he descended felt like crossing a vast, living landscape, the curvature of her body pressing and shifting against him as he was drawn lower and lower.

The air around him thickened as she pushed him beneath the waistband of her pants, and the pressure immediately intensified. Plunged into darkness, he quivered, knowing he’d surely soon be nestled right up against the most tender, sensual part of her body. 

The fabric was tight, pressing in from all sides, hugging every contour of her body, and forcing him into closer contact with her than ever before. The sensation was suffocating, the heat from her skin amplified in the dark, cramped space, and the soft, rhythmic pulses of her heartbeat were his only company.

I’ve been in plenty of caves before, tight squeezes…
But this is…seriously claustrophobic…

Zelda let out a soft, breathy laugh that vibrated through her, the sound muffled yet powerful to his tiny ears. “Oh, Link,” she whispered, her voice low and thick with a mix of desire and amusement, “you always knew you’d end up here, didn’t you?”

He didn’t need to see her face to know the satisfied smirk that undoubtedly curled her lips as she adjusted him within the tight confines of her pants. His small frame was pressed directly against her, the humid air around him growing even thicker with every passing second. He could feel the warmth of her body radiating through the fabric, her heat pulsing against his skin, soaking him in an intimate, overpowering closeness.

The pressure grew worse with each shift of her hips, her subtle movements sending shockwaves through the tight fabric, jostling him deeper against her. He could feel the dampness begin to cling to him, a mixture of her sweat and the heat of her growing arousal as her body responded to the sensation of having him so helpless, so intimately trapped. 

His chest was pinned taut up against her plush, slightly moist pink pussy lips, and he felt her rubbery clit brush against the top of his head, twitching. In the distance, he could hear her intake a breath sharply, and he grimaced. 

I always knew I’d end up here?
No. Even if she was just darkly teasing him, regardless, he would outright refute that. This was the last thing he would have ever wanted or expected from her. She was like a literal living, breathing hell for him now, someone becoming crueler and less gentle with every decision she made about what to do with him.

It was beginning to feel like she wouldn’t even mind if he got seriously hurt, or died. Like she was only caring about her own pleasure, because she had been expected to be such a good girl princess for so long.

The slickness between her legs increased, and Link’s body, already drenched in her warmth, began to slip further against her with every slight motion. The humid air clung to his skin, making it hard to breathe as the fabric of her pants pressed him tighter, leaving no space for him to escape. His hands scrambled uselessly against the soft folds of her body, every inch of him overwhelmed by her scent, her heat, her presence.

It wasn’t necessarily an unpleasant smell. At least for him, he was somewhat lucky that she had bathed earlier. He could still smell some of the floral soap on her skin, but it was steadily becoming overpowered by her own musky arousal. 

Zelda shifted slightly, adjusting herself as she leaned back against the pillows and settled more comfortably, her breathing heavy, her hand still resting over him as if to remind him that he was entirely in her control. She let out a soft sigh, the sound filled with satisfaction as she felt his tiny, trembling body pinned against her mound.

“Don’t squirm too much,” she teased, her voice a breathy whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. “You’re right where I want you…but I’ll put you even deeper if you tempt me…”

Link’s blood ran cold. Even facing Ganon didn’t scare him as much as what she had just said there.

Right on cue, as if she already intended to do it, her other hand cupped her crotch and her fingers pressed around until they found his back. Link lurched forward when she applied pressure. For all his efforts, his tiny arms gave way easily, and he was smushed up against her pussy mercilessly. 

Zelda let out a soft, breathy moan as she felt him pressed deeper into her, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her. “Mmm, that’s better,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible to him, but the vibrations of it made his situation all the more visceral. She adjusted her fingers, pressing him down even harder, as if she were molding him to fit perfectly against her.

Link gasped, though the sound was swallowed by the oppressive tightness surrounding him. Her fingers, firm and deliberate, continued to push, forcing him into every curve, every slick fold of her body. His arms were pinned awkwardly against his sides, his legs barely able to move as the pressure overwhelmed him. The heat was unbearable, every inch of him drenched in the humid, suffocating warmth of her arousal.

All he could smell and feel was her. His chest was pushed forward so hard that it began to slip between the folds, like he was being sucked inside of the tender, throbbing cavern. 

Zelda’s fingers moved in slow circles, pressing and grinding him against her in a way that made his entire body ache with the sheer force of it. Every motion caused him to slide helplessly along the soft, slick surface of her, the warmth of her body and the tightness of her pants keeping him completely immobilized. The more she pressed, the more he was pulled into her, the slickness growing thicker, more overwhelming, as her body responded to the sensation of having him so intimately close.

She giggled softly, her fingers tracing his outline again, pushing him deeper still. “You’re just so small,” she murmured, her voice filled with both amusement and satisfaction, “...I might accidentally push you in…”

The sensation of having him trapped there, unable to escape, brought a wicked smile to her lips. Her fingers pressed harder, grinding him deeper into the heat of her body, until every part of him was completely smothered beneath her. 

Now that she thought about it, she wanted to do that. Whistling Hill, Passeri Greenbelt, the Great Plateau…it wasn’t like Link hadn’t gone spelunking before. So he would probably be fine…

Zelda’s breathing grew heavier, her body responding to the sensation of his tiny form pressed so deeply into her. She gave one last, firm push with her fingers, ensuring that he was completely sandwiched between her folds, and then let out a satisfied sigh. Her fingers lingered though, tracing his shape.

“Time for a little adventure, hero…,” she whispered, a satisfied smirk on her lips.