13th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill
Link/Sidon – extreme insertion; double stuffing (Sidon has two cocks); size difference – When Link wants something, Sidon just can hold on for the ride.
“L-Link,” Sidon pants, hands scrabbling at the Hylian’s small ankles and carefully curling around them, thumbs dragging across the tender, vulnerable soles of Link’s feet. “Link… hah… you need to… you need to slow down.”
He wants to grab at Link’s hips; urge him back up from where he’s trying to destroy his trembling little hole on Sidon’s cocks, but the last time he tried, Link has growled at him, so he stays put and just… endures.
Sidon is leaning back against the big tree right on top of Ploymus Mountain. Farther down the Lynel Link and he have snuck around is still prowling, probably smelling the proximity of both Hylian and Zora but unable to make out their clear destination.
They can’t be too loud, now; need to be nice and sneaky so they won’t get pierced by lightning arrows, but with Link trying so very hard to spear his belly open on Sidon’s cocks it becomes increasingly more difficult.
Sidon closes his eyes, trying to breathe through the sensation of the Hylian’s hot, squishy insides enveloping the tips of his cocks. It is so different to other Zoras who tend to run more on the cold side, and Sidon does not think he’ll ever be able to go back after he felt how soft and scalding and, yes, eager the Hylian Champion is.
He mindlessly keeps swiping his thumbs across the soles of Link’s feet until the Hylian bristles like a cat and snaps around to stare at him. Sidon looks back, watching how flushed Link is. He looks… sick, and he almost wants to ask, concerned for his good friend’s health, but the way Link’s eyes narrow makes him back down again. He knows Link will get impatient if he fusses too much over him.
He smiles apologetically, and as per usual, Link seems to zero in on the jagged edges of his sharp teeth, completely forgetting his earlier annoyance.
The Champion is inordinately fascinated by the danger they present.
Suddenly, Link stops trying to destroy his tender little hole on Sidon’s cocks – the prince inhales deeply in relief – and turns around. His small hands frame Sidon’s face, suddenly very close now.
He is panting; the hot puffs of air fanning across Sidon’s mouth. He is practically radiating heat. Sidon shivers, his cocks gently flexing and pumping salty liquid. Link stares at him with an almost drunk kind of focus and then jerks forward.
Sidon, instinctively, pulls his head back and bangs it against the bark of the tree. Link, frustrated, grabs the fins left and right of Sidon’s face, and pulls him close, crashing their mouths together.
“Link!” Sidon says against him, alarmed, since he immediately can smell the blood in the air, but the Hylian is unreasonable, kissing him and licking into his mouth with his tender, little tongue until Sidon gives in – again – and reciprocates; letting Link play with his comparatively big, broad tongue.
When Link pulls back, there is a bit of blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Sidon is distracted by it until he can feel the little Hylian fumble for his cocks yet again.
“Link,” he whispers, soothing, trying to assuage whatever madness is burning through the little hero – but Link seems dead set, even going so far as to lean forward and bite at Sidon’s shoulder as he squeezes the tapered tips of his cocks into him, and Sidon… well.
He is not that strong.
He purrs at the amorous biting. It does not hurt his tough skin, after all. He adores Link’s blunt little Hylian teeth gnawing at him desperately while he forces his tender insides to spread for the bulk of Sidon’s cocks as they become a lot fatter around their middles.
Sidon tries to shush him; to talk him down from it without whining too loudly and pulling the Lynel’s attention onto the two of them; all the while Link makes those delicious little sounds of hurt and passion in the back of his throat.
In the end, of course, he manages to stuff himself full.
Sidon is not entirely sure how he manages it, but one moment Link is still struggling, tongue lolling and dripping saliva onto his chest, and the next he is sitting fully in Sidon’s lap and looks at him with a positively vapid, sexed-out grin.
When Sidon looks down, his breath stutters and his fingers spasm where they lie on Link’s strong thighs, accidentally nicking him with sharp claws.
He can see himself in Link’s usually tightly muscled belly. There is a prominent bulge right in the middle, pressing lewdly outward from his insides and showing just how deeply and to the brim he’s filled himself with cock.
Sidon exhales harshly. He wants to touch the bulge but is afraid of further hurting Link with the sharp tips of his nails. The sweet scent of blood is going to his head, and along with the sight and feeling of his cocks stuffed in the Hylian’s belly, he has to close his eyes and hide his face against Link’s throat.
Link huffs, his short arms coming up around Sidon’s shoulders, trembling hands patting at his back; consoling the Zora prince even though he is the one so deeply stuffed with his flexing, twitching cocks.
Sidon will eat him out for hours afterwards; make up for how shamefully weak he is when it comes to Link; show him a good time by filling his sloppy gaping hole with his big tongue.
Link, as if sensing what he is thinking, sighs happily and starts to slowly move on the prizes he’s stuffed himself with.