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Hyrule had always been divided into various sections inhabited by the races that called the land their home. The Gorons in the volcanic mountains. The Zora in the lowland lakes and rivers. The Gerudo far in the desert where they mostly kept to themselves, and the Rito in the chilly highlands. That divide had deepened when Calamity Ganon ravaged the land, but as his malice was put to rest, hope had begun to blossom of a united and connected people openly communicating and trading again. The recent turmoil dubbed the upheaval would not change this, though it had made the land a bit more difficult to navigate in places thanks to the gloom. Link had returned to the land prepared to find Zelda again, prepared to fight against the danger that had nearly taken him. After conferring with old allies and friends, he had been told to seek information about Zelda in each of the major settlements, and so, he headed toward Hebra to seek the rito. He had been confident that with the new power bestowed upon him by the ancient Rauru and the strange arm that had saved him, he would be able to tackle anything, but he had not counted on how much the corruption had truly weakened him. He traveled the grassy plains on foot with a cloak curled around him and a decayed traveler's blade at his hip. The gloom had rotted many of the weapons, but that hadn't been his problem returning to the fight. Link soon found on his journey that the gloom had taken a toll on his body. Monsters of the smallest variety that barely stood a chance against him before now posed a real threat. He still fought valiantly as he made his way across the land, but he had to stop more often, needed to catch his breath even during simple battles. Now he found himself brought low as he snuck through the grasslands and made his way into the bitter cold of the highlands hoping to avoid fighting as he wasn't sure that he could handle it while he was still weakened in such a manner. This weakness and need for stealth did not shake his resolve, however. So long as he remained steadfast, he believed that all would be okay no matter how weak he had become. Courage would see him through this trial.

A gentle rime covered the top of the grass, more than he had been expecting out in this region but Link pressed on. The rito had always lived in some of the colder regions of Hyrule but the seasons had treated most of the surrounding area except for the high mountains kindly. Even now, if he turned his gaze upward he could see grey clouds not so far ahead, and a blanket of snow falling from them. Right now he was spared the worst of it but it wouldn't be long before he felt the cold creeping up on him. He found a stone pass over a cliff and into the rito's lands proper, and as he felt the nip of cold penetrating his clothes, he pulled a vial from his belt. It wasn't cold enough to be dangerous just yet but it was better to be safe than sorry with these types of things. He downed the spicy brew that was redder than the gloom itself and winced as he felt the warmth flood him and assault his tongue. When the taste subsided, he breathed out a sigh of relief and kept on walking. The land had changed since Zelda and Link had delved underground in search of the source of the gloom. There were strange stones falling from the sky, odd new monsters wandering about, and a strange corruption they had dubbed the gloom passing over parts of the land in heavier amounts. Before the upheaval, the gloom had been something to study, something small leaking from the confines of Hyrule castle but now it was nearly everywhere. Link had managed to keep his stamina and energy by avoiding fights, but as he stopped in place he found that he could do that no longer. Sharp blue eyes peered in front of him where it appeared that nothing was there, but out from the frost-covered grass came a bokoblin with dark blue hide and a sharp horn protruding from its head. The small porcine monster wore only a loincloth and appeared to be mostly pudge, but it wielded a club twice its size quite easily. From experience, he knew that these were stronger than the red ones. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, but right now he even felt winded from the walk up the inclines. Breathing out, he drew his sword from his hip and took his cracked shield from his back.

Courage and confidence urged him to charge first with a huff, the grass splitting apart for him as he swung his blade. The small creature hopped back with a warbling grunt before it swung with both hands on the club. Link brought his shield up just in time to watch it splinter in front of him. He had no issue with that, but his weakness made the blow more effective. It rung through his arm and sent it flying back, and as he stumbled, the bokoblin took another swing at him. Link had kept his agility, at the very least, and he managed to flip backward and away from the creature, the world slowing as he prepared a counter. It was at this point, that he heard a voice echoing in his mind. Rauru? He expected to hear the sage voice of that specter from a far-off past, but what he heard instead was something haunting.

“Fall, little hero." Came the echo.

His entire body vibrated and he fell to one knee mid-charge, hand at his chest, teeth gnashed together. Link found tendrils of red at the edge of his vision teasing his mind, his thoughts a blur as the bokoblin seemed to finally realize that an opportunity had come. He expected the monster to attack him, to raise its weapon and assault him, but instead, an odd glow flashed behind its vision as it dropped the club in its hands and snorted. The bokoblin looked from left to right before approaching, sniffing the air above Link before grabbing his hood to yank it back. Link winced as his golden hair was revealed, both eyes growing wide then as the creature snorted and pulled its loincloth down.

The scrap of cloth falling to the grass revealed that the bokoblin was without a doubt a male. Link tried to move, but even though he did not hear that voice again, he could still feel it echoing through him. It was like a weight over his shoulders had come to press him down and keep him there while his hand would not grip the blade mere inches from his fingers. What disturbed him more was that he found that he could not look away, and the lack of disdain disconcerted him even further. Link found himself instead enthralled by the sight of the portly bokoblin's hand passing over its cock, found his cheeks and body warming as he witnessed that thick thing begin to twitch and throb over his head. The sweat trailing down the shaft allowed him to trace every inch leading down to two rounded orbs, and with all his willpower he shook his head to try and force himself to stop looking. Had it been that long since he had been with a partner? He found that his body was whispering yes to him, that his own arousal between his legs was growing at the thought of lying with this creature, and yet, he knew that whatever that voice had been was the cause of this sudden intense interest in a bokoblin of all things. When it looped its fingers through his hair, he found a rush of excitement pouring through him as it dragged Link's lips to its sizable balls. Try as he might, his hand did not move to his sword but instead moved to rest at the bokoblin's thigh.

Everything grew hazier the more his body succumbed to whatever oddness had come over him. His tongue lulled out of his mouth to drag along those heavy orbs, each ball lifted just a bit as he polished the bokoblin's sac. He felt so weak compared to before, so weak that he could not resist the echo still throbbing through his entire body. Even this creature standing before him was more powerful than he was, and at his core, he felt that he should worship that power. The fingers looped through his hair urged him to bring his mouth up to the tip, and he let his lips part without complaint to let the bokoblin bury its shaft inside of his maw. Every inch of that warm thing pushed deep into his throat until it felt as though his very essence had been penetrated. The gloom-like tendrils that he had seen at the edge of his vision seemed to writhe in utter joy as his mouth was used like a breeding mount. The tiny bokoblin placed a foot on his shoulder even to start humping furiously, small but stout hips pushing at a constant pace that had those heavy balls slapping at his chin. His mind seemed awash in a mire of odd delight. Link felt that his hand was his own right now but there was something so tantalizing about giving in like this. He could save himself in a bit, right? Or perhaps he couldn't and he was simply fooling himself. The cock pulsing against his tongue, the sound of the grunting creature, it all impressed an image of power into his mind that made him shudder in delight. It wasn't long, however, before he felt the monster stain his tongue with a heated seed that seemed to cling to it. Even after he swallowed every drop, he could still feel the remnants on his tongue as if the corruption refused to depart. To make matters worse, his vision was darkening. The bokoblin pulled out of his mouth, cock still hard, his hair tugged now and then as if the tiny monster was toying with him. He swore he could hear it cackling, and at the same time, he continued hearing that echo begging for him to submit. His eyes were slowly shutting now, the darkness overtaking him, but the last thing he heard before blacking out completely was the stroke of wings across the air.

Link awoke sometime later with a start. He got up immediately and peered around while reaching for his weapon and shield. His shield was gone, but his sword was close enough that he could put his hand on the hilt. The chirp and buzz of insects could be heard all around, and it seemed that daytime had descended into the night. His shoulders relaxed as he saw a campfire near him and looked up to see that he had been moved beneath a cliff. There was even a tent nearby. He shuddered as he recalled what had happened, and he looked down at his hands to flex them and make sure they were still his own. Still, who had saved him? The question didn't need to stew in his mind for long as he heard steps wandering nearby. He turned toward the source of the sound to see a rito illuminated by the flame. Black feathers covered the large avian, with gentle garnet eyes and a set of plumes on his head rounded and gathered by a band. It was at that point that he truly relaxed, and even smiled as he stepped toward the rito and inclined his head in a deep bow.

“Hey there! Glad to see you're awake. Never thought I'd see you of all people in a situation like that, but I'm guessing you have your reasons. You were already blacked out when I drove the little bugger off, but I wasn't sure what was wrong with you. Felt like you were on fire so I put you in a safe spot and made sure you were nice and secure." The rito then grunted as he tossed more kindling into the fire before turning back to Link while dusting his feathered digits together, “You okay?"

Link thought about that for a moment before rubbing the back of his head. He wasn't quite sure but he nodded slowly and rolled his hand a bit as if to display that uncertainty.

The rito stood with wings crossed, taloned foot tapping the ground while he hummed, “Well, guess we should stick together for a bit. I can guide you to the village in the morning." He then reached out toward Link and beamed, “For now, I figure I should introduce myself. Rill is what they call me, and by your look, I'd guess you're Link?"

He took the soft feathers of the rito's hand and shook gently while nodding before he looked down while wondering how he was going to explain his weakness. After all, he was supposed to be a champion.

Perhaps the rito could read his expression. Instead of asking him about what had happened, the avian slapped his shoulder hard enough to make him stumble a bit before speaking, “Hey now! I've got just the thing for glum faces like that." He pointed a feathered thumb at his back while turning a bit so Link could see what appeared to be a large shield of some sort, but actually, on closer inspection, it appeared to be a rounded pan of some sort, “See now, I'm a traveling chef. I found you right when I was coming back to check on the situation in town from gathering ingredients. A bit of stir fry out in the field will do you some good, right?"

It felt like he couldn't accept such kindness, but as he raised his hands he felt his stomach churn and the sound it made would have put any beast in Hyrule to shame.

Rill looked at him with a grin before Link simply shrugged and took a seat next to the campfire while making a motion toward the flames. The feeling that he was imposing soon began to fade as Rill hummed and chirped out a joyful little tune while setting everything up. He got the pot over the flame with a few extra additions to make sure it stayed there, and from a pack near the tent he pulled out a variety of ingredients that seemed to make those garnet eyes light up. At that point, he realized that it would have been more rude not to accept, that it might have made this sweet bird sad because Rill certainly loved what he was doing. Link watched while bobbing his head from side to side and tapping his foot along with the rito's singing, he even did his best to join in on the humming. This did not go unnoticed as the rito looked toward him and beamed before continuing, and well, he couldn't help but notice that everything was done with a bit of extra showmanship. Ingredients were tossed into the pan and swirled around, the embers of the flame beneath the pan crackling upward every time Rill swirled it around. There were sparks dancing against the metal, feathered digits taking hold of a ladle to push and mix what ingredients had been placed inside. Link watched those deft movements and couldn't help but wonder how the rito would look holding a sword. In fact, how had Rill defended him? Surely it hadn't been with just a ladle in hand? Rito were fond of spears and bows, but he didn't see one nearby. Whatever the case, Link was grateful for being saved and grateful for the levity that his new companion provided.

Food was done when the ladle struck the side of the pan creating a resonating clang that ended the flashy movements and songs. Link got up slowly and peered over the edge of the pan as Rill puffed his chest out and said with near glowing pride, “Wild rice, stir-fried with all you'll ever need on the field. A sweet and spicy sauce to keep the cold out but not bite the tongue, and a few vegetables cut in here and there."

Link could indeed smell the sweetness coming off the rice and meat, and what's more, he could smell hints of butter and something earthy in there as well. It all mixed in a way and struck his nose in a manner that nearly had him drooling, in fact, it did have him drooling and when he realized it was noticeable he turned his head away and wiped his mouth. Of course, not in time. Rill laughed before fetching a bowl to serve him plenty. He didn't complain about the healthy serving and soon sat down with a fork digging in with gusto. There were vegetables in there, certainly, cuts of carrot that mixed perfectly with the strange sweet and spicy flavors mingling within, but what interested him more were the bits of scrambled egg that the rito hadn't mentioned. When Rill took a seat next to him, feathers ruffled and beak upturned with a smirk, Link had to point down and signal that he would love to know the recipe. Rill wasn't one to hide what he did, and once he understood what Link wanted, the rito spoke about his process and the ingredients that he usually used, and the ones that he made do with out and about. Link listened intently through bites, and occasionally pointed out a particular vegetable or ingredient that he didn't quite know before letting the rito continue on.

When their bowls were both empty and together near the campfire, Link was left with a question pressing his mind. He fingered the hilt of his recovered blade before grasping it gingerly. He pulled it up and held it aloft while looking toward the rito.

Rill watched him for a few moments, looked at his quizzical expression before the rito crossed his arms, “Hm, I'm guessing you're wondering what I rescued you with. Well, back in the tent I've got my own cleaver hidden away. It's a trusty sword good as any, but I do use it for cooking too. See, I find rare ingredients all over Hyrule, and that includes ingredients that are tough to catch, and ones that fight back too. I have a bow with me too, but uh, by the time I found you my arrows were long spent."

Link nodded for a bit before pressing the point of his sword into the grass. Frowning, he wondered if he should speak up about what happened. It wasn't that he couldn't talk, but he didn't like to, and well, this subject was more embarrassing than most. There were a number of conflicting feelings inside of him. For one, he felt that as a warrior he wanted to test his steel against Rill's if anything just to try and get back into shape, but he found that it might be inappropriate to ask for a fight after they just met. There was also another matter at the back of his mind that he had trouble ignoring. The rito was a strong man with a full figure on display thanks to the harness and smock that Rill wore barely heading down to his waist. He found his eyes drifting, and found shame in that fact and the fact that he was being nosy without providing anything of his own.

Finally, he decided to break his silence and clear his throat but Rill spoke up first, “Y'know, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Everyone slips up sometimes, and I'm guessing you have your own reasons. I mean, you know. Not gonna lie, I was shocked at first." He then rubbed the back of his head while taking a seat by the fire, one leg out, “Never thought I'd see the hero of Hyrule in that kind of trouble, let alone with so much—" Rill paused and rolled his feathered hands around while searching for the words before coughing out, “With so much meat in his mouth, y'know? Uh, anyway. The point is; that if you wanna talk about it go ahead, but no rush."

He deflated and took a seat letting his sword drop. What Rill had said didn't bother him, except for that last part. It wasn't that he hated hearing his faults, hated hearing his slip-ups, and he truly did appreciate being given his own time to discuss what had happened but being reminded of what had happened near the end brought a bright crimson to his cheeks that he hoped the campfire and moonlight wouldn't reveal. He brought his knees up and placed his face to them in the hopes that the pressure of his joints pressing up against his cheeks would will away the blush, and would push away the thoughts of having that particular meat stuffed down his throat. He should have hated it, but even now he could feel the quiet twitches of arousal calling between his legs.

One of his ears twitched as he heard a rustling nearby, feathered digits wrapping around his shoulder Rill's voice muttered gently, “You okay there, hero? Maybe what I said was too insensitive. I'm sorry."

Link's head shot up along with his hands to wave away the notion. He froze as he saw the frame of the other male so close to him. The distance was just enough that he could outline the strong legs that held the rito up, and he had to wonder how those hips would look crashing into his. Such a thought had his head shaking, such a thought was not becoming of any sort of champion. It was at this point that he heard the voice again in his mind, another vibration that entered his vision at the edges as a set of red tendrils.

When his head began to droop, Rill held both of his shoulders firmly and huffed quickly, “Hey, Link. You okay there? Stay with me buddy. Is this what happened when you were fighting that bokoblin?"

The words were sweet music to his ears like when he heard Rill humming. He leaned forward and Rill got onto his knees to catch Link, but all he had wanted to do was get closer. Link shut his eyes and felt the softness of the rito envelop him, cherished the warmth he felt surrounding him, and the words so far away from his hazy state comforting him. He heard that throbbing voice again deep in his mind whispering for him to submit again, to let a being that was stronger than him take the reins, and yet when he looked at Rill all he saw was concern. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad with someone like this. Better than a random monster, and so Link leaned up to plant a gentle peck against the side of the rito's beak. They both stayed there looking at one another before he felt the regret starting to dawn on him, but he didn't have a chance to pull away. The feathered digits on his shoulders gripped harder than he expected possible, his body pulled closer as Rill pressed his beak to Link's lips. A few pecks, a few rubs, and pushes along the lips and beak before suddenly his mouth opened and was introduced to the rito's tongue. It tasted of that same sweet and spice that warmed their meal, the heat of his body growing as he sunk into the kiss.

When Rill pulled back and snapped his beak shut, the rito muttered, “After seeing you kneeling for that monster, I couldn't help but wonder how it would be to see you doing that for me. Did you let the bokoblin catch you?" He then leaned in just a bit to whisper into Link's ear, “Or is this just your way of thanking me, hero?"

Link tried to look away, but instead, he pressed his face to the male's chest and breathed out a huff of frustration and desire alike. He had no excuse, and the kiss had felt nice enough that he wanted more. Yes, he wanted to succumb if it meant doing so to someone that had treated him well. Link would lose himself for this evening but the voice would not win.

He felt his entire world turn as the voice within him seemed to rumble and vibrate with frustration, “How pathetic." It seemed to say before hissing, “If this one would have heeded my call then you truly would have fallen—"

The voice faded with the gentle touch along his cheek, Rill's voice quiet but still louder than the thundering within, “Hey, I need you to tell me if you want this. Nod if you can't say anything or shake yer head if you just want me to go away."

Link knew that whatever corruption had gripped him was influencing his decision, but still, he breathed out quietly, “Yes."

Rill stood and wasted no time in disrobing. Straps were snapped open, and the smock tossed to the side leaving him fully nude shrouded by flickering fire and moonlight. That strong form was on full display now, a heavyset set male with muscle and plumpness alike from travel and cuisine. His cheeks warmed further as his eyes trailed down to see a shaft that was already larger than the bokoblins by a great margin. That twitching length continued to grow, perhaps excited by being exposed, perhaps excited by thoughts of what would happen next. His own mind was both racing and stuck in a mire. There were so many possibilities of what could happen next, but his desire was very simple. Link reached out to touch that dark length, fingers gripping around the shaft, his cheeks burning just a bit more as he felt the weight of it between his digits. The rito cooed, a feathered hand touching the back of his head as if to encourage him on this path. He remembered what the bokoblin had wanted of him, remembered how his body had betrayed him by growing excited by it, and he moved to do it again. His mouth planted kisses along the side of the shaft, his hand tugging it upward gingerly as he marveled at its size. Link's lips trailed up to the tip, his body shuddering as he moved his mouth back down to those heavy balls. His tongue escaped his mouth to drag along one side of that precious sack. Salt and sweat-stained his tongue, his mind growing foggier as he took in the taste and scent of the man humming such a joyful little tune down at him. Servicing the bokoblin had felt like a rush of terror and lust altogether forcing confusion down his throat, but this was something beautiful. His mouth stuck itself to the rito's balls, pulling back before letting go with a little pop before his tongue began to lap away at the base of the shaft.

“Never thought this was the kind of meal you wanted, hero." Rill rumbled.

A spot of humiliation gripped his gut alongside a strange excitement at having it be so openly stated. Instead of responding, he let his tongue trail all the way up to the tip of Rill's cock. It felt strange being called a hero when he was doing this, felt strange being called as such by the one who had saved him in the first place. That was right, wasn't it? Rill was a hero to him, and he should be doing a better job at rewarding the man that saved him. He found determination in the mission of doing a better job servicing his hero, and so he brought himself up just enough to get his lips over the tip of Rill's cock and prepared himself to dip down over it.

His honored duty was suddenly pulled away from him, his body warming as the rito's shaft was slapped against his cheek while Rill chuckled, “Hold on there. The tent is much more comfortable for this, and more than just that, I wanna see you out of those clothes."

Link had planned on giving this duty his all but the prospect of something more domestic made him shiver and twitch for some reason. He couldn't even look into the grinning face of the man tugging his arm as he was brought onto his feet. It wasn't that far a walk from the tent. The fixture itself was a square ordeal with charms hanging off the front and the flaps barely covering it. That being the case he was glad that the light of the campfire was snuffed out first. It didn't make any sense, but he found himself nervous about showing his body, and those nerves continued as he entered the tent only to find Rill twisting an oil lantern on. The light illuminated much more than the campfire. He could see the lounging Rito sitting on the floor with feathered hands back and holding himself up, every other detail in the tent not mattering at all. Perhaps before his interest would have been the cleaver set in its scabbard, but right now he could only stare at the rito's body. Every inch of that beautiful shaft was on display, the man's body outlined perfectly now with the onyx color of his down reflected in the light. Link decided to go at it with the same gusto that he had been about to put on blowing the man's cock. He practically threw his clothes off of his shoulders with grunts and huffs until he was standing there fully nude blushing from ear to ear.

Rill chuckled with a feathered fist to his beak, “Adorable. If you're in such a rush I've got some oil here that could help getting to the main event." He then hummed, “But weren't you about to do something with your mouth first?"

His fluster worsened, his determination again faltering. This time he frowned and crossed his arms trying to look upset, but Rill only laughed.

“Sorry, sorry." Said Rill once he caught his breath, “I just never thought the champion of Hyrule would be so cute. Now how about we take this at your pace? Go on, take your time."

Breathing out, Link moved between the rito's legs to do as he had been told. He placed his hands on those strong thighs, pushing his fingers through the soft feathers before moving them up and around to the stomach. One hand remained at that spot while the other pushed to the abdomen, the firm plumpness beneath the feathers speaking to the strength of a man who traveled and worked. Slowly, he brought his lips down to the tip of the rito's shaft before planting little kisses against it. Rill breathed out a sigh that made him shudder, a sweet little song of a noise that spoke of the good job he was doing. He opened his mouth slowly and brought his head down, feathered digits soon brushing through his hair as he closed his lips over that throbbing cock. Link had done this before. He was more than embarrassed to even think that he had done so before the bokoblin, but now he found himself drawing on those experiences as he brought himself lower and lower, stopping on occasion to shudder as his maw struggled to keep going.

When his nose met the rito's crotch, Rill groaned aloud, “Goddess, you really want me to fill your throat, don't you?"

Taking action was simple. He could let himself fall for whatever corruption had urged him to do this and not think about it at all. Link could even enjoy the feeling of the man's shaft pulsing against his tongue but actually hearing the words made him shudder and blush. Those words served as an anchor, the rito's voice rooting him in reality, and though he was embarrassed, why shouldn't he enjoy this reality? He was unfettered and free; oh so free to be weak and vulnerable, lustful and primal. Link pulled his head back slowly before dipping back down, doubling his efforts while giving Rill's balls a gentle squeeze. The rito grunted in response and groaned encouragement, feathered hand on the back of his head aiding link in each movement. Drool began to slip from his lips over the rito's cock and onto his crotch where his lips clung until pulling back. Each motion saw him moving harder and harder until he noticed that his nose was being held firmly against Rill's crotch before being allowed to pull away again. Rill had started out by simply watching Link do his work but it seemed that the rito could no longer handle being still. Strong hips were now pushing upward to shove that thick shaft into his throat every time he moved downward. The sudden movements along with the hand tugging at the back of his head had him gagging a few times, his vision growing a bit blurry as his throat was used so thoroughly.

Link wasn't quite free of the rito's voice just yet either, “That's it. Take every inch." Breathed out the rito before growling, “Fuck, I can't hold back any longer hero. Brace yourself!"

He stopped his movements but soon found his nose buried against the soft feathers of the rito's crotch. At the same time, his throat was filled with thick warmth, warmth that flooded all of his senses. The gentle touch at the back of his head had turned into a rough grip that seemed to shake the longer the rito held on. Link himself drank down every drop dutifully and more hungrily than he had with the bokoblin's seed. Compared to that monster, the rito's cum was a gourmet meal and one that he happily drained despite the rough treatment. When only a few stray strands of the stuff were slipping free of the rito's cock, Rill let go of his head allowing him to pull back and breathe. He coughed a few times and placed a fist over his mouth. At this point, he expected Vanor to taunt him, to tease him, or to tell him that it was a nice time to nap but instead, his shoulders were grasped and he found himself on his back again.

His blinking eyes peered up into the rito's garnet sight, his heart pumping a bit faster as the rito leaned down to brush his back against Link's lips while muttering, “Just a bit more, and I'll be done. Let me take this all the way, please? Let me breed you and make you mine if only for this night."

Romance had been the furthest thing from his expectation. He drew his legs in just a bit and found himself melting underneath the gaze, his cheeks burning and his eyes peering away as his mouth twisted into a crooked little smile. He found himself chuckling, actually chuckling from the thought. The mighty champion giving himself to corruption, allowing lust and desire from some strange voice to take him over, only to be awoken by the warmth and intimate desire of a wandering stranger. It truly did make him feel awake too. He found himself peering back toward the rito's face to see the same joyful expression full of desire and warmth waiting for his answer as if it would be all okay. Out here among the chirps of the night, awash in the blessing of the stars hiding just out of sight; Link found that he could give himself to this man quite easily. He reached out slowly to touch the rito's cheek, his head moving slowly to tap against the rito's forehead.

There in that position, he sighed quietly, “Do what you'd like, hero."

Rill laughed, “Never heard that one before! Just call me by my name. Can you do that for me?"

Somehow that seemed infinitely more embarrassing, but Link breathed out, “Okay, Rill."

The rito uttered a quiet thanks to his ear before rising. The separation of their embrace was a slow thing, hands drifting away from one another bit by bit until they were both free. Link lay there watching the rito fish through a small bag until he had a bottle in hand. The liquid was glowing and blue, but he didn't have enough time to ask what it was before an ankle was grasped to tug it apart causing him to yelp. The rito chuckled while pulling him closer, while keeping his leg spread apart before biting off the cork to the bottle. He shivered as the rito planted his shaft over Link's, the girth dwarfing his own, his mind racing as he wondered how much of that he could take. A healthy amount of that blue liquid was dripped onto both of their shafts, the cool slickness causing him to breathe out as Rill ground their cocks together. The oily liquid made it easy to glide their shafts together. It almost had a sticky quality to it which pulled lightly at his shaft whenever Rill brought their cocks apart only to continue grinding. When every inch of the rito's shaft was coated, he moved back and urged Link's hips upward.

With his legs spread wide and his rear exposed to the man staring him down, Link breathed out and watched as Rill planted gentle pecks and kisses along his balls and taint until he got to his ass. A warm tongue pressed against his rear causing his toes to curl, his body not expecting the sudden grace of a lover's kiss on his ass. That tongue continued to lap and press against his ass, pushing and easing in just a bit before pulling away. He wanted this too, wanted to be claimed and taken so that whatever corruption boiled about in his essence wouldn't be able to do it. When the tongue at his rear was pulled away, it was replaced with the cool slickness of the lubricant being poured out. Feathered digits eased it inside of his ass, one and then two before a third soon followed, pushing and twisting within. Link breathed out and steadied himself against the sudden onslaught, and never had he found himself struggling in such a manner before. He had fought monsters and been hurt many times but nothing could quite compare to his rear being stretched, to the feeling of his mind adhering to haze and mist as those feathered digits plunged deeper and deeper before pulling free. Link breathed out a groan, his own shaft twitching from the attention levied onto his rear. The movements were gentle as well, letting him feel every little bit of attention given to his ass, and then they were less gentle. Fingers digging in deep and stretching him wide, pushing and grinding against his inner walls while the bird cooed and chuckled to his ears.

“If it's too much, let me know. Don't hold back now, or else you won't be able to stop me when I'm balls deep inside of you, my hero." Hummed Rill.

His hero? To make such a claim, to say such a thing. Link almost found himself frowning and wanting to correct him on who he belonged to but all that came out was a moan as Rill pulled his fingers out one by one. He was left panting, his chest rising and falling. The rito's other hand moved over his body, tracing his sides, moving up to his chest to press where it seemed like he was taking in the measure of his heartbeat. It felt like every little detail of his form was taken in, throughout, and within. He was almost reminded of the flare and showmanship when Rill cooked, but this was something much different.

Link's legs were grasped, the tip of the rito's cock moved under his balls and lower until it was prodding against his puckered hole, and it was at that point that Rill leaned in close and muttered, “Too late to back out now."

Whatever response he might've had was shunted off into the distance as the rito's beak closed over his mouth, as he felt that heated tongue push into his mouth spreading a mixture of joy and hazy lust through his mind. While the embrace of beak and mouth closed off his mind to anything else in the world, he felt the tip of that girthy cock start to prod against his rear. Bit by bit he felt the head of Rill's shaft dip into the shallows of his ass. The rito's feathered digits moved up to his hips, massaging gingerly before clamping down to hold him in place. Meanwhile, Link leaned up into the kiss, and pressed closer to Rill to feel those soft feathers against his body. The softness of the rito's down gave him something else to focus on other than the steadily rising pressure of his rear being stretched wide. He hadn't been prepared for the soreness to ripple through him, hadn't been prepared for the pinpricks of pain sparking around his form, and he certainly had not been prepared to feel the strange pleasure causing his cock to twitch. He let this oddness be known by moaning to the rito's beak, and he half-expected Rill to start crashing against him. Instead, Rill's movements were a gentle and constant rocking that brought them closer and closer until he could feel those heavy balls slapping at his rear. Every inch of that throbbing meat was inside of him, his toes curled inward, his legs clenching tightly against the rito's hips.

He was then, at this point, dragged out of this bliss by Rill's voice teasing him as their kiss separated, “Should I take you to my nest? Make you my bride? Perhaps I'll find a pretty trinket for you the next time we meet." And in hushed grunts, the rito continued while picking up the pace, “Or maybe I should think of more Hylian customs. Would a union by a goddess statue work for you?" When all he could do was blush brightly and gawk at the wandering chef, Rill laughed and buried himself deep causing Link to groan aloud in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure, “Look at you. Blushing so easily from something so sweet but you're so willing to let me defile you. C'mon hero, ask me to cum inside of you."

Link brought his hands up to the rito's chest to push away and huff, but his act melted away as his insides were stretched by that beautiful shaft pounding in him harder. He whimpered and sighed, groaned and squeaked as Rill pumped inside of him faster. Each thrust seemed to add a bit more to the thrill, a bit more speed and power to the rito's movements until he could barely think. The thrusting would have been constantly jolting his body if it weren't for the hands on his hips holding him there, and at the same time, his own cock was bouncing and dripping pre over his own crotch. He wanted the rito to breed him, wanted to feel that raw shaft deep inside of him pumping load after load into him, but Link wasn't sure if he could just beg for it. There was still a bit of pride inside of him, and at the same time, that pride was such a fragile thing contained in a fractured orb ready to burst. Each thrust sent a shock through his mind that sent cracks along that pride, that added pleasant and lovely pressure to his gut as he found his orgasm nearing just from being fucked so thoroughly. The sweet and gentle rito had gone feral on him with a constant primal rhythm replacing the loving one he had known before. There was no kiss now, only a smug stare peering down at him, forcing him to contend with what had been asked and what he would most likely do. More and more he felt that pride splintering, the shell protecting it cracking away to make room for lust and obedience in spades.

Just when he thought he might be able to resist, Rill uttered a curse of delight and a chirp while lifting his hips up high. Link blinked as his hips and legs were dragged up, his ankles at the rito's shoulders and his insides suddenly assaulted by a constant pounding that created a percussive rhythm out of the powerful hips slapping down on his rump. Link's toes splayed outward, his mouth opening wide to let out a whine of pleasure, his balls kissing rito's with every push. He then cried out as his own orgasm struck him harder than he anticipated, warm seed spilling over his own face staining him across the nose and lips.

Too much, it was all too much to handle, and he had to say it aloud; his deepest desire at this very moment, “Make me yours! Cum inside of me!"

That was all that needed to be said. One last thrust and his insides were suddenly being filled to the brim with that heat. Rill didn't let out a loud cry, didn't groan and curse in pure delight, instead, he hummed joyfully while rocking himself forward on occasion to the rhythm of his twitching shaft. The heat staining his insides reached his mind and clouded his judgment at that moment. He couldn't help but think of a life as a pet, a life beneath the power of someone else, and how good it would feel to be claimed like this over and over again. Even as the male above him pulled out of his ass slowly, even as he was left on his back with his abdomen slightly bulging from all the cum inside of him; Link could not help but think about letting his life as a hero fade away.

Rill peered down at the hero that had spread his legs so readily for him. The rito had only wanted to share an evening with the hero as friends, and had simply been happy to have the fellow try his cooking but this was certainly not a bad result. Link was lying there panting, blue eyes hazy with what he assumed was a drunk type of lust. He felt like he could keep on going more and more, and there was a strange voice at the back of Rill's mind telling him to keep going too. Instead, he wrapped his wings around Link's body and brought him up gingerly. He took him to a softer part of the tent and held the exhausted hero gingerly against his body as he lay there. Rill's cock still twitched violently with desire, and his entire body radiated heat, but there would be other times for such things. Right now he needed to make sure that his mate was okay. Even if it was just for the evening.

The next morning, Rill awoke to see that the hero was up and getting dressed as quietly as possible. He smiled at the sight of Link's lithe form in only a tunic, and he was tempted to start stroking his cock to the art before him, but instead, he trilled a gentle greeting, “Morning there."

Link hopped and turned around before sighing, hand rubbing at the back of his head while he looked away.

It seemed that there was a spark of shame there, and Rill couldn't help but feel a bit bad about that. Instead of opting for anything intimate, he got up and stretched wide and walked past Link to find his own clothes while yawning, “Daylight will soon start burning. We should grab breakfast before we head out."

He turned around as he felt a gentle prodding at his side and looked to see Link looking at him blushing from ear to ear, his voice escaping his lips in a hushed tone, “And then you'll bring me to your nest, right?"

The words sent a spike of arousal through him, and though he wanted to grab the hero right now and breed him, Rill sniffed and shrugged, “If you'd like, I can bring you to my home back in the village. Instead of using the inn, you could stay with me. Although, we might have to camp if we want any privacy."

Only wearing his tunic, Link leaned up and planted a gentle kiss atop of his beak before nodding with a little smile.

Take. Breed. Hold fast and tight. He wanted to do all of these things, but his heart told him to take another route as he placed his head against Link's and chuckled, “Keep doing that type of thing and we'll never make it to the village. That being said, I gotta know. Are you okay? Last night you seemed lost, seemed pretty rough at times too. You almost passed out before you came onto me like that."

Link continued to smile before bringing up the strange arm that had replaced Link's old one, and as he did that, the Hylian spoke quietly, “I was too weak when it counted. I lost my arm because of the corruption because of the gloom that leaked out of a strange mummy. Now I can barely fight, and I keep hearing a weird voice." His smile brightened as he looked at Rill again, “But the way you treated me, and your voice itself seemed to scare it off. I know how I can regain my strength but it might take a bit. Would you mind traveling with me for a bit?"

Rill tilted his head, “To keep you safe?"

And that smile seemed to twist in such an odd way, seemed to glow in a manner that made him shudder as the hero whispered, “To keep me comforted whenever I want to give in and let someone take me." He then turned around and tugged his tunic up just a bit before leaning forward, rear plainly on display thanks to the light of the sun filtering in through the tent, “To be the one to make love to me until I can't hear that voice anymore."

Concerning as that voice had been, Rill couldn't help but make his own conclusion and answer to all of this. It was easy to figure out what he wanted, and simple to figure out what he desired. There was no other way to answer other than to grab the Hylian by the hips and bring him close to his body. Mouth and beak pressed together. Rill wasn't sure what he had gotten himself into but it would be nice to travel with such an intimate partner, and of course, he did enjoy having someone to cook for.