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Lost in the Gerudo Desert
🕑 Added 2019-08-01 02:22:46 +0000 UTCThings went wrong left and right. It started when I took a challenge from one of the Gerudo ladies. They thought a 'lady' my size couldn't survive the dessert on the bare minimum. So I dropped my shield... my bow.. my everything, and kept nothing but a scimitar on me, just like the fellow Gerudo who challenged me. I was to cross the desert, hunt for drinks, food, and avoid danger. Of course we would have each other's back in case something goes wrong. Right?
The first two days weren't bad. We even avoided a giant Molduga by pure luck. Then the heat began to really get to us. We began to worry more about water than our backs... and without realizing we were ambushed. A large moblin that had been hiding in a small cave really got the hit on us... a moblin I could of easily defeated... had I not had to watch my moves in front of a Gerudo... else I wouldn't be allowed to step back into town... I battled it with what felt like my hands were tied behind my back, but still I was putting up a fight. The sun blinded me but I still defended the moblins blows. My throat was dry but it never muted my battle cry. Even with all that was against me, one mistake and my sword felt into the sand...
Luckily... the Gerudo was more nervous than me and so I took the opportunity to get her to go ahead to look for help. I told her I can handle it. She believed me and it seems that I may have been a little head strong with my thinking. When I reached for the slate with no weapon I left myself bare and open for a rough assault. With the air taken out of my lungs I laid in the sand gasping for a taste of air... unfortunately all I can taste was the ratchet smell of this Moblin who had laid his lair near the area... who knows what got him here... what ideals or high order made him lay his nest here awaiting god knows what in these dry godforsaken desert sand. But here I was at his mercy, all for the sake of trying keep hidden my... true identity.
What else could wrong? It seems my disguise didn't only fool the town folk of Gerudo. I turned in the sand as he approached me with a tented loincloth. It seems like other creatures there were some things he couldn't find out here under this deadly sun. I kicked him where it hurts and I scattered through the sand trying to find anything... ANYTHING to help me against this drooling beast. I felt the sun beat on my bare rump... that's the only sensation I felt that made me realize how hungry this swine was..
I realized how exhausted my body was following my ego all this time that his hand alone kept me pinned into the burning sand beneath me. The closer he was the harder it became for me to breath. Who knows how long this beast laid in hiding... and now I was suppose to fulfill his appetite. No... he wasn't interested in eating me... per-say. His tongue began to hydrate himself as it dragged along my skin and between my rump. The sounds his tongue made reminded me how damp my thighs and ass were. For a slight second I forgot I was in danger... believe it or not his tongue felt cooler than the air.
I wish I could of muffled myself... I hoped the sand could of gotten into my tongue and left me a mute... but I couldn't stop the sounds empowering this Moblin. I yelped and yelled when his tongue snaked inside. It was bigger than any tongue that had ever made its way into my most private regions. Almost felt like I was being penetrated... but with lube considering the copious amount of drool rolling down my taint... it made me oddly thirsty...
It felt like I couldn't even put up a fight. I did of course. I was hoping my kicks and my punches meant something, but I could tell with the look on his eyes how it felt like an invitation to him. He stopped playing with my ass and moved for me to return the favor. He tore the vail right from my face and pulled me down to his crotch, slammed my nose against his hips it felt like it hurt... I couldn't tell if I was bleeding or if it was just sweat rolling down my cheeks. My nose stung but it wasn't from the pain. He did the job for me... the job I didn't want to do as he peeled that reeking loin cloth from his hips and I was in the shadow of his raging excitement. I shivered at the sight... not even Sidon was this large.
If there was one thing that would have helped my situation was the inability to breath. Unfortunately my lungs were stained with the awful stench of a Moblin out in the desert sun since god knows how long. Some foolish part of me thought... I've smelled worse... if I just got this over with I'll be able to get away faster. Maybe it was the heat that made me think these insane ideas. It didn't matter when he fondled me and realized I wasn't a female. I guess he understood that we had gone way too far now to turn back the need that he was feeling... the need that I was hiding... .... Now I'm sure the heat must had been getting to me now... why else would these thoughts be rushing through my head?
I could barely feel my throat when his greedy hands guided me. My tongue burned and I couldn't tell if it was the heat or this filthy creatures length. I did my best in my weakened state but a hungry beast wouldn't suffice for a mere drool. The pain was something else... I've swallowed my Zora before... but it was nothing like the pain I experienced. I tried to put up as little a fight as possible. I felt every inch slide in and out of my throat and I soon began to lose myself in it. How rough he was... how starved this Moblin was for attention. I didn't understand why just a few minutes ago my throat was as dry as a bone... now I was slobbering and sputtering around his penis like a cock hungry whore. My head was spinning before I tasted something. It was wet and warm... it was then that my body reminded me how thirsty I was. I would never forgive myself for how hard I tried to drink the excitement out of him. I'm sure he'll never forget it either.
It was only when I felt like I was fading that I pulled him out from the depths of my throat that I gasped for air... I wasn't given any mercy... the air around us was as dirty as this moblins length. Either way he gave me plenty to drink. It was probably not what I needed... but there was no denying how much I wanted anything to drink. He must of seen how thirsty I was too... when his tongue dragged across my face to lick up the mess, the instant his drool brushed against my lips I met his tongue in return. He paused, maybe even in this heat he was taken aback from my actions.
I'm sure he was probably the first Moblin to ever think of kissing a Hylian... it didn't matter because it was the first time I would kiss a moblin. Well... it was less a kiss more another violation of my throat. He was obviously much larger than me and it was more than I can handle, but ready or not he took the opportunity. Who would make fun of the goblins curiosities? There was not a soul out here, except for mine. The taste in his mouth was just as foul as what was in between his legs. His tongue snaked down my throat so hard it felt alive... like a snake reaching for something it could not grasp. I held onto his face trying to pull him back out from within me. I couldn't. I felt like I was fading with how long his throat was down there. I swallowed... and swallowed... and did it some more... I didn't care how much it reeked... how awful it tasted... what I got in returned felt like it kept me alive... or that it would keep me alive long enough.
The inevitable happened... all I sun was the sun beaming into my eyes. I woke up in the cool brisk air of the desert at night as I coughed and hacked hard. Too cold as I shivered and curled up into a ball after I cleared my throat. At least I knew I was alive.... it felt warm next to me to instinctively I curled up closer until the familiar smell hit my nose. I was surprised his loud snoring didn't wake me up sooner. I sat up to see the same Moblin who had ruined everything laying there passed out next to me, stark naked, his hung cock lying across his stomach. It was almost... cute... is a disgusting kind of way. At least the flies weren't around. Just then I turned to see something shimmering in the sand... I slowly hauled my naked ass from the sand and dug up the weapon I lost.... I looked at it almost glowing in the moon light before I looked back at the Moblin... I slowly walked towards him as softly as the sand rolled through my toes. I raised the blade and slammed it down hard into the sand near the small cave which he had called home... out of the sun light I'm sure. He managed so save my life.... I suppose I could return the favor. But in the morning I will make sure to teach him how to treat a man my size... for now though... I'm going to enjoy this once in a life time chance to cuddle up to a Moblin lost in the Gerudo desert.
Comments
Calib Furry Tour
seriously hawt!
j19
I love your stories as much as I love your art.
Dork
Ohh God yes thank you so much for more Moblin/Bokoblins... <3
