[EARLY ACCESS] Zelda's Toy - Chapter 8

For most of the day, Zelda carried Link around like some little toy or doll. She no longer seemed to really see him as a person, and he was fully aware of it.

At least she wasn’t trying to hurt him, and hadn’t actually eaten him or anything as awful as that. But still, the degradation was exhausting. And he began to worry; when was she going to turn him back to normal?

Back in her quarters, after a day of carting him around between her breasts and out of sight from everyone else in the village, Zelda finally slid him out of his now slightly sweaty, plush prison, and set Link down on the bed, his tiny body looking so fragile against the vastness of her world.

Zelda’s heart raced as she looked at him. That familiar flutter of excitement grew in her chest as the memories from before played back in her mind—how she had him trapped beneath her while they rode into the village, every movement of his body squirming against her. The sensation, the heat of power she had felt knowing he was hers, hers to control, to play with, was intoxicating. And now, as she stood over him, towering and impossibly large, she felt that same thrill rise again.

She wanted to feel that again.

"Link..." she murmured softly, her voice rich with desire. There was a teasing note to it, but something deeper too—a hunger. Her fingers reached out to brush against his tiny form, tracing his outline with the lightest of touches. The heat of her skin was intense against him, sending a shiver through his small body as he recoiled slightly from her touch.

The way she whispered his name sent a ripple through him, his heart pounding in his chest as he met her gaze. The glint in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly, spoke of something far more intimate than anything they had shared before. "I’ve been thinking about earlier," Zelda continued, her voice a seductive purr. "The way you felt beneath me... It was thrilling, having you so close, so… helpless."

Link’s eyes widened as her words sank in, and he took an instinctive step back, but there was nowhere to go. He was utterly trapped, and she knew it.

"Z-Zelda, please… this isn’t—"

"Oh, but it is, Link," she interrupted him sweetly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "You don’t realize just how much I’ve always wanted this… how much I’ve wanted you."

Without giving him time to respond, Zelda reached down and effortlessly scooped him into her hand, her fingers wrapping around him in a way that was both gentle and possessive. Her grip, though soft, made it clear there was no escape. The warmth of her skin enveloped him completely, and as she lifted him closer to her face, he could feel her breath wash over him, warm and sweet.

Her lips curved into a playful smile as she tilted her head, her eyes dark with desire. "You’ve always been the hero, Link. But tonight, you’re mine. And I intend to enjoy every moment of it."

Slowly, deliberately, Zelda began lowering him, dragging his tiny form down the length of her body. The soft fabric of her dress brushed against him, but it was the heat of her skin beneath that sent waves of warmth through his already trembling body. As she moved him lower, over her chest, he could feel her heartbeat—steady and strong.

“Zelda please, just turn me back! Just turn me back to normal, I’m begging you!!”

Even pleading so desperately, she was too horny to care what he wanted.

Zelda’s breathing became heavier as she pressed him closer to her, her movements deliberate, teasing, as if savoring the sensation of his helplessness against her. She slid him further, down to her stomach, the smooth curve of her abdomen rising and falling with each breath she took. He could feel the tautness of her muscles beneath her soft skin, the heat radiating from her as she played with him.

Every subtle shift of her body sent him tumbling against her, his tiny limbs brushing over the expanse of her skin. She dragged him lower still, her fingers pressing him intimately against the fabric of her tight pants, her touch becoming more deliberate. Link’s heart raced, his breath quickening as he realized the full extent of her intentions.

"Do you feel that?" Zelda whispered, her voice barely above a breath, yet it reverberated through him like a command. "Do you feel how much power I have over you?"

She pressed him harder against her thigh now, sliding him slowly along the length of it, her body reacting to every small twitch and movement he made. She reveled in the sensation, her breath hitching as she grew more aroused by his helplessness. "You can’t escape, Link. You’re mine."

Zelda’s teasing grew bolder as she dragged him back up her body, the friction between them igniting sparks of pleasure in her that made her breath come in short gasps. She couldn’t deny the excitement coursing through her—having him so close, so intimate, completely at her mercy. Every slight movement he made only heightened her own arousal, his tiny form sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

As she held him just above her chest, Zelda looked down at him, her eyes dark with lust. The firelight flickered behind her, casting an ethereal glow around her as she smiled. "You’re going to make me feel good tonight, Link," she purred softly, her voice dripping with sensuality. "And I know you’ll enjoy it too."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pressed him between her breasts, her fingers guiding him down into the warm, soft valley of her chest. The heat there was overwhelming, her skin flushed with desire as she pressed him deeper, trapping him in place. Her heart pounded beneath him, a steady, rhythmic pulse that reverberated through his entire body. The weight of her breasts on either side of him made it difficult to move, to breathe, as she continued to hold him there, savoring the sensation.

Zelda’s own breathing grew ragged as she felt him struggle beneath her, the faint movements of his body sending jolts of pleasure through her. She could feel him, trapped and helpless, and it only excited her more. She shifted slightly, pressing her chest together, squeezing him between the soft flesh of her breasts, each movement making her bite her lip in pleasure.

"Does it feel good, Link?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Being so close to me? So completely… mine?"

She shifted her body again, this time laying back on the bed, letting gravity press him even further into her. The weight of her breasts now fully pinned him, his tiny body utterly trapped beneath her as she sighed softly, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"Don’t worry," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "It’s not going to kill you…”

Slowly, Link was dragged all the way back down again, across the length of her body which felt like Hyrule Field itself, and he whimpered as he was pushed beneath the confines of her tight pants.

He knew where he was headed.