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To Service the Princess
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 03:00:04 +0000 UTCLiving in Hyrule had its ups and downs. The evil creatures and villains that inhabit your world are a bit of a menace. But Zelda and Link protecting the kingdom is a plus. Or, at least you assumed.
Life was as it should for you, little did you expect a visitor at your house one late afternoon. To your shock, it was the hero himself, Link.
Before you could get on with the pleasantries, link pulled out a stone tablet, faced its back at you, and in a flash, you where gone.
Link had recently discovered that transformed people made for some really comfortable objects. And wanted to get a nice gift for Zelda, so he decided to snag another villager.
All you saw for a few hours following link acquiring you was the outside of links thighs. Though a nice sight, it’s not exactly one you expected to see today.
You eventually where brought to the face of link, who after tapping on the tablet that held you, eventually transformed you into a nice blue bra. Perfect for Zelda.
You could only watch as Link lowered you into a box and sealed the lid. Unable to complain or question to anyone your circumstances.
What seemed like days passed as you where moved and shuffled around and moved. Until blinding light and Zelda’s enormous stature struck you as Zelda opened her gift.
“Oh my god link, thank you. You are amazing.”
You hear Zelda say above your as she starts to unhook her current bra. Sheer panic fills you as she plus you towards her breasts. Before she hooks you, you catch a glimpse of link. A almost sadistic smile spread across his face.
As Zelda hooks you on, you feel as though a thousand pounds are placed upon your face. Even after one second it becomes unbearable. But this is your job now. To service Zelda and link in any way.
And you would get to know the part about servicing link later that night.
After a long day of nothing but sweat and weight, you finally see something other than Zelda’s shirt. Unfortunately for you, it was a also shirtless link. No amount of fight in you could prevent the muffled pillow talk and and titfuck that was about to commence. Leaving you soaked and with nothing but a salty taste to linger in your very fibers. Guess this is life now.
