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Matt’s sandals steadily clacked against the sturdy wooden staircase. One foot after another, the Hylian marched up the gargantuan spire. A gentle breeze ruffled his dark hair, the sunset bathing his body in red-orange light. His hands instinctively clenched – being so high in the air always made him nervous. Even with those guardrails in-place, it felt like he could slip at any moment…

Luckily, Matt had made this climb many times before. He lived at the base of the spire, separate from the Rito; such was the case for the few Hylians in the village. That rule, of course, was malleable – often broken by those inevitable starstruck lovers who engaged in interspecies relationships.

Matt frowned. Of course he’d be the one to fall head-over-heels for the Rito champion, he thought. In his youth, he’d always been a hopeless romantic; hell, he’d once fought off a wild hog to win a boy’s heart. He even bore a scar from that encounter…

Somehow, though, Matt was more scared now than ever. While his love life had never quite been easy, this newest tryst really took the cake.

In truth, Matt’s relationship to Revali had made him into somewhat of a pariah. The Rito peered at him through half-closed curtains, snuck curious glances as he trudged through the village. He couldn’t help but feel as if the lot were waiting for him to fail, to lose the champion’s favor.

Matt shook his head. No, no. Their petty opinions didn’t matter. Only the opinion of Revali – his lover, his mentor – mattered.

It was embarrassing, but Matt couldn't rid himself of thoughts of Revali. Even as he went about washing his clothes, conducting nightly patrols, the champion’s smile haunted him. He yearned to hear Revali’s voice, to feel that avian’s feathers against his bare skin…

On nights like this, those urges were fortunately satiated. Twice a week, Revali summoned Matt to his private quarters for “intensive training.” It was, of course, an open secret that this “training” was an excuse for the two to elope, much to the king’s chagrin.

The wind nearly knocked Matt backward by the time he reached Revali’s elevated dwelling. Having mounted the final step, he trotted breathlessly toward the wooden hut, greedily gulping the cold mountain air. It was in moments like these that he envied Revali’s wings…

Gingerly, the Hylian then brushed aside Revali’s curtained entrance, peeking his head inside. As usual, the enclosure was near-dark; a sole streak of sorbet sunlight diffused through the porch doorway. Beyond it laid a diving pier. Revali sat there on its edge, staring out over the land, silently cradling a flute in his hands.

“Hey Revali,” Matt called. He then flung his shirt to the side and approached the pier.

The avian’s face lit up upon hearing Matt’s voice. He turned away from the sun-baked landscape, flashing a sly smile.

“Matt! Fashionably late, as always,” Revali chirped, then shook his head. “I suppose it can’t be helped, with you Hylians not being able to fly.” He then patted the pier at his side and added: “Still, I suppose you've made it at just the right time. Sit down with me. The sunset is beautiful.”

Matt giggled. “Sure,” he said, and meandered to Revali’s side. The two then sat together there, one arm wrapped around the other, as the last of the sun’s rays passed over the dark horizon.

“Were you busy today?” Matt asked.

Revali replied, “Yes, I was.”

“Mmm,” Matt hummed. “And was the court of advisors still on your ass?”

Revali scrunched his beak, waved his wing. He squawked, “Matt, language,” then took a deep breath, hugging Matt close against his shoulder. “But yes,” he admitted. “Those ignorant fools have been chirping in my ear all day. They doubt a Hylian could even hold a Rito bow, let alone fire one.”

Matt looked askance, sighed. “I should’ve guessed they’d still be on that,” he said, and fiddled nervously with his hands. “I still don’t get why they’re so hung up. There’s a war coming. Hylians and Rito should be working together, not tearing each other apart.”

“It’s about tradition. Rito tradition,” Revali explained. His voice was delicate, fatigued. “You must understand that these people are raised ignorant. They know nothing but our local customs.” A sigh, and then: “Truthfully, I empathize with them. When I was younger, I thought as they did. That only changed when I met you, Matt.”

Matt frowned. He said, “I see.”

“They just don’t see what I see in you,” Revali added, and squeezed Matt’s hand. “Just know that I defend you in their presence. Fiercely. It… makes me angry to see them disparage you.” Revali chuckled. “At this point, I’ve offended the court too many times to count. They’d probably disown me if I weren’t their champion.”

A brief silence ensued. The pair stared thoughtfully at the sunset once more, marinating in their mutual frustration.

Matt then smacked his lips, hung his head low. He said, “I hate it, but… sometimes it feels like the court is right.”

“What?”

“I love being an archer. But it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever trained for,” Matt said, and exhaled. “I can’t fly like you. I’m not strong like you, either. And I just don’t know if I’m improving fast enough…”

“Matt…”

Matt clenched his fists, furrowed his brow. “And I just… Hylia, everyone looks at me like I’m an alien, Revali. It’s exhausting.”

Revali nodded. He was quiet; then slowly, he reached toward Matt, tilting the boy’s face toward his own.

The two then locked eyes; immediately, Matt felt himself melting under Revali’s emerald gaze. The avian gently cupped Matt’s cheek, his soft feathers brushing against the Hylian’s bare skin.

“Matt… pay no heed to anyone else,” Revali breathed. “Do you think I would spend my precious time personally training just any Hylian? You’re…special.”

Matt mustered a weak smile, buried his face in the crook of Revali’s neck. “Thank you,” he mumbled, and huffed Revali’s fluffy down. The signature scent of sweat and patchouli permeated his nose – that herb was Revali’s favorite cologne.

The Hylian was silent for a moment, lost in his lover’s embrace, before adding: “I appreciate that you stick up for me, love. Your words carry weight.”

Revali quipped, “As they should.”

“But still,” Matt continued. “I just… I want to prove I can be a good archer, Revali. I have to. I have to prove everyone wrong.”

“And you will,” Revali cooed. “You’re wonderful, Matt. And if these people can’t see your beauty, they may as well be blind.”

Matt chuckled, lifted his gaze to meet Revali’s once more. He said, “I like it when you get all sappy.”

The avian turned up his beak, looked away embarrassedly. “Well, I only do it for you,” Revali shot back. “For the esteemed Rito champion to be a hopeless romantic… ugh. It’s undignified.”

Matt laughed. “Well, you’re a damn good romantic,” he quipped, and hugged Revali close, pressing his nose against the champion’s shoulder. “Fuck, you smell so good. I love your scent so much.”

Matt then traced his fingertip along Revali’s sinewed bicep. Nestled within the avian’s thick down, Revali harbored a toned frame and wide shoulders. His muscles instinctively tensed with every graze of Matt’s fingers; even now, months into their relationship, Revali was not quite used to being touched. The experience was unexpectedly pleasurable.

So Revali hummed contentedly, stroking along Matt’s shoulder blades. He said, “You smell good, too,” and sniffed Matt’s neck. The Hylian smelled earthy, sweaty, faintly of mint and chlorophyll.

“You had weeding duty today,” Revali said.

Matt nodded. “I did. Do you smell it on me?”

“I do… and I like it,” Revali whispered.

The avian then straightened his posture, licking at his beak, as he stared at the puny Hylian. Matt was partially correct when he spoke about his physical limitations – he was quite a bit weaker than most Rito.

In Matt, however, that quality was quite desirable. Revali enjoyed dominating a weaker, shorter man; but perhaps more than that, Revali enjoyed mentoring Matt, watching him grow. The Hylian was nigh unrecognizable from when he first arrived in the Rito village, after all; he had become stronger, defter, more confident.

The truth was this: from the beginning, Revali noticed something great within Matt. The champion henceforth dedicated his life to fostering that greatness; then and now, the pair were inextricably bound to one another, in love and in training. The prospect was simultaneously terrifying and comforting.

“Let’s get in bed,” Revali said, and stood. “You’re looking particularly pathetic this evening, and I cannot let that go to waste.”

Matt sputtered, chuckled embarrassedly. “Sure,” he said, and casually followed Revali inside. “Just don’t go too hard, alright? We still have some pretty intense training tomorrow.”

Revali guffawed, sat on the edge of his bed. White covers puffed upward as he flopped himself there, patted downward by the avian’s feathered hands.

“I’ll treat you however I’d like, little Hylian. Have you forgotten that I’m your mentor?” Revali teased.

“I haven’t,” Matt snickered, and sat down on the bed. The pair then gazed at each other once more, their mouths just barely separated.

“You’re not just my mentor, you know,” Matt quipped. “You’re my master, too.”

Revali smirked, wrapped his strong arms around Matt’s lithe back. He teased, “But you love it when I’m pompous, don’t you?”

“I do.” And the pair kissed, Matt’s soft lips eagerly nursing Revali’s malleable beak. The avian’s breath warmed the Hylian’s wind-chilled flesh, Revali’s hands softly caressing Matt’s short hair.

Revali then moved his beak downwards, kissing along Matt’s prone neck, his hot breath washing across the Hylian’s exposed skin. Below his beak remained a myriad of dark blotches – remnants of Revali’s past conquests.

“B–be gentle,” Matt whimpered. “I’m still sore after last time, haha.”

Revali snickered. “Sure,” he replied. “Just try and stay still this time, hm? I might peck you if you squirm.”

And so Revali resumed his journey downward, suctioning his beak to Matt’s neck, gently tugging at the boy’s skin with his tongue. Matt groaned, swooning backwards onto the bed as Revali pushed him down.

“Good boy,” Revali cooed, and hooked his hands around Matt’s wrists. “You’re such a good pet, Matt. Let me devour you.”

Revali then kissed along Matt’s collarbone, onto his pecs. Even the slightest brush of Revali’s beak made Matt squirm and whine. The boy’s eyes were squeezed shut, his cheeks reddened, as he writhed under his master’s embrace. Revali thought it was positively adorable.

The avian left one hickey, then another, and another, over Matt’s chest and abdomen. The sensation rendered Matt a quivering, gasping mess; he loved the way Revali held him down, straddled him, taking what was his. Deep down, Matt did not simply desire to be Revali’s lover – he wanted to be Revali’s property.

Satisfied, Revali then took Matt’s nipple in his mouth, gently flicking his tongue along its periphery, massaging the boy’s toned breasts. While Matt remained quite a bit thinner than Revali, the Hylian’s chest became more muscled by the day.

“I see your training is paying off,” Revali teased. “Soon you may even be able to overpower me.”

Matt gave a bashful smile. “Like I’d want to,” he replied. “I, uh… really like being owned by you. A–and used by you, and stuff.” A pause, and then: “Gosh, that was embarrassing. Sorry.”

Revali smirked. “Luckily Matt, I adore owning you,” he said. He then squinted and added: “When you cooperate, that is.”

“I always cooperate!” Matt said. “Especially when I’m all submissive like this…I’ll do whatever you want, haha.”

Revali clicked his tongue, replied: “My little Hylian, the only thing I want right now is you. So don’t cover your mouth tonight, hm? I want to hear you moan.”

The avian then suctioned his beak to Matt’s nipple, holding him down, pleasuring the boy by force. No matter how much Matt writhed, he could never hope to throw Revali off; the Rito champion was simply too strong, too adept, too ravenous. And so Matt laid there, helpless, reduced to a squirming, squealing mess.

Revali then eyed Matt’s package, that warm bulge burgeoning from within the Hylian’s rough-hewn pants. The smallest spot of lust wetted its tip and stained the thin fabric. Revali flashed a predatory grin, gently laid his finger on that small pool of lust, and pulled it away. A narrow strand of precum stretched from the pants’ surface.

“You’re certainly excited,” Revali teased. “Though I suppose it’s not too difficult to get you going, hm?”

Matt smiled. “For you? It’s much too easy, haha.” He then whimpered, futilely attempting to shake Revali’s embrace. “Y–you’re so strong. I’m… kinda in awe of you.”

“As you should be,” Revali touted. “A Rito warrior must be strong in order to protect his property.”

Matt chuckled. “Yeah?” he said.

“Yes,” Revali replied. “You are my property, Matt. It’s my duty to protect you. Even if that means breaking you myself.”

Matt was stunned. He attempted to respond, but his lips could only form a pathetic whimper. Unable to hide his blushing cheeks, he closed his eyes, sputtered, and shook.

“I–I love you,” Matt stammered.

Revali replied, “I love you, too, my tasty morsel.”

The Rito then dismounted Matt, motioned toward the boy’s pants. “Take these off,” he ordered, and began disrobing himself. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

Matt, of course, dutifully obeyed. He awkwardly removed his pants, threw them to the side, and turned to face his lover. A thin dribble of precum already dripped from his cock, lazily flowing onto the bedsheets.

It was in moments like this that Matt was astounded by Revali. The Rito was positively gargantuan compared to him, after all. Revali carried broad shoulders and a barrel chest; hidden underneath that veneer of navy down laid toned pectorals, muscled arms, defined abs. Matt could feel them tense with every touch, rippling along his fingertips.

Matt’s gaze then fell downward, settling on the avian’s bulky package. It was far larger than any Hylian’s – nearly as thick as Matt’s wrist, and as long as his forearm. Scattered feathers crowned its base, cradling Revali’s large testicles, pulsing as they excitedly churned.

Before Matt could restrict himself, breathless words fell from his lips: “Fuck, you’re hot.” And then: “I need to worship you.”

Revali chuckled at the boy’s enthusiasm. “I was about to order you to do so,” he cooed, and flopped onto his back. “Go on now, pet. Give your master’s cock the love it deserves. And take it slow.”

Matt didn’t hesitate. He knelt down over Revali’s package, straddling the avian’s thick thigh, and pressed his mouth against the base of Revali’s cock. Immediately, the boy was struck by Revali’s pungent, needy musk. That familiar scent of patchouli mingled with the avian’s sticky precum, sweat, and unabashed arousal. It made Matt’s heart thump in his chest.

“F–fuck,” Matt moaned, and pressed himself again flush against Revali’s flesh. “Master, you smell so good.”

“Yeah?” Revali teased, and petted the back of Matt’s head. “Well, for a good boy like you, I’ll let you huff it as much as you’d like. Be grateful.”

Matt then hung his head, as if in deference, and began kissing along the contours of Revali’s package. He planted his lips along the Rito’s feathered balls, then moved upward along Revali’s length, lapping at its slick surface.

“There we go,” Revali cooed. He let out a contended sigh, his hips instinctually bucking as those soft lips grazed his shaft. “Good boy, Matt. Lap up my lust. Now.”

The boy did as instructed. Matt whimpered as his champion’s precum glazed his lips, his tongue, filling his mouth with that bitter, salty taste. He lapped at it again, again, working his way toward his master’s glans, allowing Revali’s precum to coat his throat.

“I–I love you, master,” Matt sputtered. “I love you so much…”

Revali smiled. “I love you, too,” he said. “You’re… delectable.”

Fuck, Revali felt his prickly exterior melting by the second. Matt was simply too earnest. Even now, as he gorged himself on his master’s lust, Matt kept staring upward with those adorable puppy dog eyes. Every compliment he uttered was genuine; every loving stare was piercing. A lifetime of politics had made Revali distrustful of those who sought his favor; Matt was the first to plunge past Revali’s facade of professionality.

“Matthew…” Revali moaned. It just felt too good. Matt licked along the periphery of his glans now, tendrils of precum stretching between Matt’s wet tongue and the tip of his cock. Revali felt the urge to both destroy and nurture his pupil; both to use Matt’s face as a fleshlight, then to snuggle him close…

“Let me fuck your throat,” Revali growled, his eyes narrowed. “I need to feel you. _ Now_.”

Matt donned a goofy grin, perked himself upward. “Okay,” he said, and picked a feather from his mouth. “Whoops, haha.”

The boy then lowered himself slowly, almost reverently, upon Revali’s cock. Matt could feel his master’s glans flare against his tongue, cradled lovingly against his soft palate, as he locked his warm lips around its rim.

“Good boy…” Revali cooed. “You know just how I like it.”

And indeed Matt did. He gently licked along the tip of Revali’s cock, savoring each throb of his master’s flesh. That hot, milky precum spewed continuously into Matt’s mouth, coating it with his master’s love. The scent, the taste… it permeated Matt entirely. It made him feel positively intoxicated.

Revali chuckled as he eyed his prey. “I see your eyes are rolling back,” he teased. “You really like my scent that much, hm?”

Matt, of course, couldn’t respond. Revali’s dick had nearly plugged his airway, causing his head to become foggy, malleable, suggestible. He could feel that familiar warmth of oxygen deprivation setting in. The most he could muster in response was a pathetic moan, a slight nod.

Revali squirmed, exhaled, as Matt’s lapping became rapid. Despite Revali’s size, Matt glided his tongue down past Revali’s engorged glans, onto the avian’s veined shaft. Revali’s glans nestled there in the back of Matt’s tight, warm throat, creating a slight bulge on Matt’s neck.

Fuck. He was already getting close…

“Mmmmpph… wait a minute,” Revali said, and patted Matt’s head. “Come back up. I want to try something.”

Matt’s head then bobbed upward, spittle oozing from his wettened lips. “Sure,” he said, and coughed. “I’ll do anything.”

Revali smiled, said: “I’m going to sixty-nine you. Do you know what that is?”

Matt smiled bashfully, glanced away. He said, “Yes, I know what that is.”

“Good,” Revali replied, and waved his wing. “Then lay down. I’ll be on top… obviously.”

And so the avian mounted Matt, his feathered ass hovering just before Matt’s face. The Hylian nearly salivated at the sight of it – nestled beneath Revali’s plumed tail, surrounded by plump cerulean plumage, was his dark-rimmed pucker.

“Before I get to work, though… how about you pleasure your master another way?” Revali mocked. He then shook his rump, beckoning his pet forward. “Go on, you degenerate. I know you want it.”

Matt gulped, let out a nervous laugh. “B–but I’ve never eaten ass before,” he said. “Are you sure you want…?”

“Matt. I know what I want.” A sigh, and then: “Consider it an order, then. Pleasure your master. Now.” Revali then thrust himself onto Matt’s face, his anus pressed flush onto the prone Hylian’s mouth.

Almost immediately, Matt was once again gasping for air. He was surprised to learn that Revali’s scent was most pungent here. The Rito’s ass was earthy, almost nutty; no doubt acrid from a long day’s training. The scent inebriated Matt. Like with a hard whiskey, he felt his mind bend and sway.

Gently, Matt first licked along the backside of Revali’s package, his tongue gliding along the avian’s soft balls. He could feel them churn excitedly against his lips, contracting with every flick of his tongue. Revali groaned at the sensation – in truth, he’d never had his ass eaten before. Just for a moment, that pleasure caught him off-guard; he struggled to hold himself upright, to maintain that cocky, dominant facade.

“F–fuck,” he moaned. “Good boy, Matt. You’re good with your tongue.”

Matt then lapped upward, running his tongue along the periphery of Revali’s ass. His warm breath washed over the champion’s perineum, his arms grasping desperately at his master’s thighs. The champion’s asshole quivered excitedly as he found himself devoured by the little Hylian, his backside bobbing up and down as he grinded on Matt’s face. No matter how hard Revali pressed, however, Matt didn’t dare pull away; he was addicted to the pungent, suffocating scent of his master.

Matt, however, wasn’t merely satisfied with lapping at his master’s asshole. He needed more. Without thinking, he plunged his soft tongue beyond Revali’s rim, pressing himself against the avian’s warm, gummy insides.

Once more, Revali was caught off-guard. His chest heaved, his shoulders locked, as he struggled to maintain composure. “Matt,” he called in-between whimpers. “Oh Hylia, Matt…”

Revali’s asshole contracted around Matt’s tongue, beckoning the boy further inside. The Hylian could hardly believe how good it felt to be inside his master like this; he felt himself hypnotized by the rhythmic contractions of Revali’s perineum, the moans of his master coming undone. Those familiar sarcastic remarks had fled the champion’s vocabulary, replaced with the mindless moans of an animal in heat.

“Fuck,” Revali growled. His fingers curled tightly around the bedsheets, his eyes squeezed shut. “Suck me off, pet. Now.”

Revali then craned his neck downward, licking gently at Matt’s cock. Damn, it was small. Much smaller than Revali’s own. For just a moment, Revali smirked; he couldn’t help but think it was adorable as it quivered against his tongue.

Matt groaned, squirmed, as Revali suckled along his length. In one fell swoop, the Rito champion had taken Matt fully inside of himself, massaging the boy’s leaking tip against his warm throat. Revali then planted his hands on Matt’s thighs, holding him still, refusing to let the boy pull away.

At the same time, Matt began to lap at Revali’s glans, just barely taking it into his mouth, licking along its rim, coating his tongue in salty lust. Revali shuddered in anticipation; and without thinking, his pelvis instinctually bucked forward, violating the Hylian’s mouth like an animal in a rut. Like a predator.

Revali clung to that word. Predator. He couldn’t help but groan as he devoured his prey, all the while plunging himself again and again inside the Hylian’s mouth. He wanted to dominate Matt, to consume him, to own him – to own not just Matt’s body, but his mind. The idea made Revali shiver, his beak closing around the base of Matt’s cock, taking the prone boy up to his hilt.

That familiar, warm tension then began to spread throughout Matt’s abdomen. Revali’s hands clenched around his thighs, Matt’s hips swaying in rhythm with the thrusts of Revali’s beak. All the while, Matt found himself overwhelmed by the taste of his master’s cock, the sound of Revali’s moans. The boy could already feel his consciousness fading, a mix of oxygen deprivation and sensory overload.

Matt attempted to call his master’s name, to beg Revali to go harder, but Revali’s cock prevented him from speaking. That warmth continued to build between Matt’s legs, a pathetic squeal flying from his full mouth, as his mind came undone. Matt’s legs tensed, his grip tightened, his breaths quickened, as a full-body orgasm then wracked him. The boy’s cock erupted against the back of Revali’s throat, each load deftly lapped up by Revali’s long tongue.

In turn, the taste of his prey’s lust made Revali absolutely ravenous. The thought of owning such an adorable pet made him possessive in the best way – almost obsessive. Even as Matt came down his throat, Revali did not stop sucking; he needed to hear his pet whine more.

Revali then thrusted himself deep, deeper inside of Matt’s mouth, his cock eagerly twitching against the back of Matt’s throat at the apex of each thrust. He knew he would not last much longer; the boy was simply too cute, too obedient, too good. Revali wanted – no, he needed – to show Matt his love.

With a deep whine, Revali then thrust himself as deeply as he could inside of Matt, savoring the contractions of Matt’s warm insides. For just a moment, Revali let out a desperate, needy groan – and in the next, his throbbing cock had unleashed a torrent of cum down his prey’s throat, filling the boy to the brim, his lust dripping in messy strings from Matt’s mouth.

“Matt…” Revali called, pumping the last of his cum inside his beloved. The boy’s cock popped lazily from his mouth. “Fuck, Matt, I… I love you. So much.”

Shortly thereafter, Revali slowed to a stop. He then dismounted the prone boy and plopped exhaustedly at his side, finally allowing Matt’s airway to clear. The Hylian sputtered, coughed, as he dislodged globs of cum from his windpipe.

“Are you okay?” Revali asked. “I went pretty hard there.”

Matt replied, “I’m fine. More than fine.” A pause, and then: “I love you, Revali.”

The two then nuzzled there, their breaths entwined, bathed in the final moments of the sunset. For the first time in a long time, Matt felt at peace. Here in Revali’s arms, he was finally safe.

Neither said a word more. Instead, the couple listened to the cicadas’ call, and to the whispers of the evening wind.