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Sharda lay breathless, beaten and exhausted kneeling in the grass. She used her mighty blade for support. The wounds were mostly superficial, minor cuts and bruises besides her pride. Her only thoughts were how it had come to this!?

Just minutes ago she surveyed the Akkala Highlands as it's ruler. She had not-long ago finished a hunt, relishing in her recent prize of a large stag before a strange hyilan wearing a comical mask imitating her species approached.

Of course, she was not fooled for a second, but it was hard not to be curious of the strangely adorable gesture. Until the fool drew his blade.

She was the pride of her tribe. She had the build of an amazon, her arms great trunks of muscle, her abdomen a steel rack her opponents blades could shatter upon, her shoulders broad but entire body sleek and powerful, the finest of equine and felid attributes nature (and Gannon) could provide! She of course lacked the great manes of males, instead having long and full flowing locks of midnight-black hair that trailed over her shoulders. Her face was that of a silver lioness, her eyes a polished piercing ruby. Her glistening fur was a gorgeous and pure silver, streaks of onyx black running down her back and forming stripes down her midsection and lower equine half to her sable tail.

She wore no armor, there was simply no need for a proud Lynel to ever cover their perfected bodies. Her ample G-cup breasts remained perfectly firm in trotting or battle, supple and pillowy flesh any male could and most certainly had drooled over. The other females envied her luscious momma melons.

And so, as a proud warrior she would back from no opponent, no challenge. No matter the shape or size. What else would she have done or expected when a seemingly insane Hylian drew his blade in her presence?

Yet now she was beaten into the grass, her body trembling and weak. How could this have happened!? The battle should have been standard fare, her insurmountable might should have crushed the human in minutes. But he parried every strike or dodged each swing before meeting her with a ferocious counter.

Even when she switched strategies, attempting to pummel him with leaps, incincerate him with flame or shower him with lightning he moved like the flowing wind itself to strike at her near-invulnerable body again and again. Even her natural regeneration had failed her, he was relentless. His blade did not lower until she no longer had strength to stand and with great shame accepted her defeat.

Her head was lowered, waiting for the victors strike to finish her. Yet it was a blow that did not come.

The mask was dropped in front of her as she looked to the victor, expecting some grizzled veteran of a human, someone who could possibly have the years upon years of experience to match the ferocity of a Lynel.

BUT HE WAS A COMPLETE TWINK!

His silken blonde hair flowed down his back like strings of gold, his eyes were blue and gentle as the sky itself. He was a young adult at best. His features were androgynous with hints of strong incoming masculinity, but at his age he would not grow into such rugged features for years. His physical build was rather lean, yet the muscle was undoubtedly defined. Was he some sort of squire or apprentice knight?

How had this scrawny male's arms not shattered just trying to parry her blows? Her fully-flexed bicep was nearly as thick as his waist!

Still, he smiled, examining her in silence as she lowered her weapon and relaxed to catch her breath. He seemed to assess her for a bit, looking over her feminine form, every subtle inch and curve that differentiated her from a male.

She watched him linger on her immaculate breasts and noted the rather worrying tent growing in his shorts. He made his way along her body, slowly stopping at her rear and rubbing a palm along her flanks as she let out a light grunt and sigh.

She raised her great equine tail for him, lifting her flanks a bit for his purview. It was his right as the victor to take whatever he desired. Be it her life or her body, she had no right to argue or resist his demand…

“Oh!" a light gasp from her as his fingers trailed along her equine pussy, the full black lips flexing at his touch. She was no stranger to male attention, but how he went about admiring her body was entirely new to her.

His fingers pressed gently, testing her resistance, trailing her folds as she shuddered and blushed. What was his game? Most males simply mounted and rammed their dicks into her and blew their load when they won her favor. Yet these insidious hylian fingers were making her femme folds quiver and moisten. He was examining her, listening to her light pants and gasps before his digits snuck past her entrance and parted her lips.

“Myah~! W-what are you doing? Just put it in me and get this o-over with already" she huffed, her silver cheeks shimmering with a light rose flush. He looked to her with a smooth and smug smile, rubbing her thigh as she shivered and watched him shove his digits deeper into her heated interior as she groaned in delight.

How could such simple touch drive her so wild? She could feel herself moisten as he worked her body, her equine cunt squeezing his invading fingers, trying to suck them in and he stirred the lightest depths of her femininity, filling her with entirely new sensations. Light tingles of persistent pleasure teased her being until her sweetened scent of saffron and spice began to waft and linger, the scent of a lynel bitch ready to be mounted.

She could feel her juices running down her flanks, her breath now ragged from more than just the exertion as steam poured from her muzzle. She watched the coy twink pull his fingers back, glistening with her copious arousal before casually sucking his fingers as he sampled her nectar. Fuck, why was the sight so hot? How could this puny human have made her so wet so quickly? Was she so starved of a gentle touch?

He stripped from his rather basic clothing, the wool pants tugged down and tossed to the side as she watched his mushroomed human cock flop out and bob. His length impressive for a human, perhaps 8-inches and soaked with sweat and arousal.

Sharda watched intensely, her conqueror lining up behind her, gripping and rubbing her supple flanks. Her body relaxed from his touch as his hands sunk into that normally firm muscle. Her rear obscured most of his form, but with a light thrust and slap she yowled and moaned feeling him plunge to the hilt in her with one deft thrust.

It felt better than it had any right to be, some puny human dick scrubbing her sopping walls as she purred and clenched tight. His manipulative hands were so decisive, so soothing and accurate. She could feel him begin to pump, to scrub her depths as the pleasure ran through her dripping quim and up her spine.

He wasted no time in claiming his prize, loudly pumping his cock in and out of her equine form, the wet slaps and light plaps of their bodies joining mixed with Sharda's shameful groans of pleasure. Each time he thrust it was not towards her womb, not with intent to seed, it was with intent to stir her loins and force a reaction.

The mischievous hylian, this unknown warrior stud. Every thrust rammed against a new inch of her vulnerable pussy, tugged on her lips or pressed against a spot somewhere deep within her. She was a mess, her sweet monstrous nectar pouring from her plump onyx lips with each hard shove and grunt, her juices smearing his groin and running down their thighs as he yanked her tail and dove his fingers into her milking cunt to toy and squeeze as she groaned in pleasure.

She tried to keep some pride, muffle her vocalizations, but her body told the horny male all he needed to know. He angled his spear constantly, scrubbing her walls, slapping her rear and forcing her to press back, begging for more as she bore her fangs and snarled in building pleasure.

Any lynel male would be done by now, having deposited his seed and moved on. But this hylian stud made her sing for him, their staccato rhythm and moist sex echoing out to the hills as her worked his cock like a fine blade. Every strike drove her towards her rising climax, every gasp and grunt began to rock and flood the area with her rich fertile pheromones.

Finally he slammed to the hilt, forcing her flanks downward as he thrust forward. Their hips crashed together with one last wet smack as his glans crushed a nub or button deep within her. His fingers squeezed her swollen clit, squishing her button as she felt the pressure reach it's peak.

“Hurgh..hrr-ARR G-GODDESS!" she cried, even the taboo of mentioning the bitch of purity couldn't detract from the crashing waves of pleasure assaulting her immaculate feminine body. The heat building in her throat reached a plateau, threatening to explode as she heaved a mighty roar. Flame erupted from her throat, a great flare as her climax crashed through her body. She could feel her stud cumming, his impressive volume of warm thickened hylian seed defiling her, filling her with each grunt and moan as he huffed and held her tight only pushing her further over the edge of euphoria.

Her cunt squeezed down with all her might, her immense strength threatening to crush his shaft to diamond as it sucked hard, pulling the rich emission of her stallion deep into her walls. She could feel him filling her precious temple with his generous load as warm gushes of her femme nectar drenched her suitor and left the pair a mess while her juices saturated the ground beneath them.

Sharda could not tell how long they were locked together, or how long her body refused to release its grip on the strange warrior. Their breath was ragged by the time they disengaged. The hyilan fell onto his rear, heaving breathes of satisfaction as Sharda pulled herself up on wobbling legs.

“T-that was *huff* Impressive, human" she sighed and lifted her tail, letting him see the mess their union has left of her and their surroundings.

“Savour this v-victory. It will be your *pant* last."

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Sharda soon learned from the other Lynel and monsters why she had been bested. The warrior was in fact the hero of courage, Gannon's mortal foe. And she was the first to survive a duel with the admittingly impressive warrior. At least without someone scampering away anyways.

She carried no shame from her defeat, the hylian was the greatest his kind could offer. She had merely underestimated him. No Lynel or monster looked to her any differently, afterall how could the hero possibly resist rutting her? The apex of her own species. It was simple honorable combat and prize, nothing more.

He would not have such luck next time.

And he did appear again, Sharda had made no secret of her habits. If something were fool enough to challenge her, she would crush it. And now he stood before her once more, now in some sort of barbarian-esque gear. An excellent look for a primitive warrior boasting an air of strength.

She prepped as she had before, planning to fight with all her might and skill from the beginning. She paused as she watched the young twink Link casually pull out a dragonbone great club, hefting it with ease to her personal shock.

How strong was the little imp!? He was hefting the damn thing like a moblin, and fixing her with that confident and calm gaze of his once more. She snarled as fire and smoke bellowed from her nostrils, no matter what surprises this little hylian worm had, it would do little.

She charged at her target, a great breath filling her lungs as she roared releasing a great ball of flame. The grass burned to ash in its path, a great updraft billowing from the charred ground as Link launched upward with his glider. Just as she had planned.

She ran under him, hurredly pulling out her bow and loosing a volley of lightning arrows. He had nowhere to run!

And yet he disengaged the glider, moving with unnatural speed as he notched a bomb arrow and fired into her volley. The blast sent her arrows careening in every direction before a bokoblin club sailed through the smoke and shattered on Sharda's skull.

It did no damage, such flimsy material couldn't bend her hairs let-alone harm her. Yet she felt a sudden weight on her back and gasped. The little imp had used it as a distraction! His great club swung out as she expected him to bring it across her shoulders and she rose her shield in response.

Yet instead he brought it down with great force on her rump with a resounding smack. “Are you fucking serious!?" Sharda roared a great yelp and whinny, the crack of the reinforced club slapping her flanks as she began to jump and kick to dislodge him. Each whipping strike made her buck and curse as she felt the sting before he gripped a handful of her hair and held firm.

The little bastard was having fun with this! Each strike sung against her firm hide, leaving it increasingly sore. Each strike was one on top of another, compounding the sting without intense pain as he moved onward to blanket her firm equine flanks in peppered strikes.

She finally managed to shake him off, forcing herself to awkwardly roll as he hopped backward and watched her pull herself up with her cheeks now rosy on both ends.

He had that smug look again, embarrassing a powerful warrior like herself, and worse she was dripping wet. The odd dull sting, the rough and dominating treatment bringing her low…It was making her feel vulnerable, touchable. Female…

It was hard not to notice his own tent of course, apparently the perv liked to toy with his victims. Or perhaps touching her perfect body simply had that effect.

The problem now was her sweetened saphron spice seasoning the area, signaling even to someone with a nose as weak as a hylian that she was…excited. Her frustration boiled, she did something her rational mind would have implored her not to. She charged head-on.

That club sunk into her abdomen as he dodged like a femboy blur. Met with her own momentum and the strength of the legendary warrior, he forced the breath from her in a single mighty strike. The sickening crack, thankfully, came from the club as it met her sturdy body. But it still sent her to the ground.

Sharda collapsed for a moment, tumbling before catching herself and standing with a pained wheeze. She barely had time to draw her shield before Link feigned a swing, forcing her to panic before he took out her front legs. A follow through beat into her sides again, pummeling her endurance more than her body as she yowled and swung aggressively.

In one foolish act of aggression she had given him the advantage. She cursed herself and fought on, but knew it was a losing battle.

The club eventually shattered, but she was beaten once more, tensing and huffing as she raised her hand in a signal of defeat. She walked unsteadily to a large patch of grass and slumped downward to recover from the constant throb of dull pain from her aching muscles.

He wasted no time in approaching her again, and Sharda wasted no time in exposing her flanks. She was sopping wet from the struggle, too fatigued to do much more than blush and huff “C-claim your prize…" with a stifled eagerness.

Admittingly, it was still a personal shame to lose, especially to her own careless mistake. But if the fuck was anything like last time she wasn't exactly upset with losing.

She watched him slip behind, her dripping lips feeling his caress once more as she heaved a purring sigh. He stirred her pussy once more, leaving her to moan and blush as he pulled out his fat cock and prodded her entrance.

“C-come on. Take what you have earned, hero" her gruff order trying and failing to hide the excited purr rolling under the tone as he brushed her folds and sunk in.

“Aahhn, yess~" it felt even better than last time, feeling him hilt and throb inside her as her walls clamped down on his maleness. He gripped at her thighs, pulling back and slamming forward as he rutted her hard and deep.

“W-woah AH!" she squeaked, growling and gasping as he demonstrated his strength by gripping her legs and hefting her flanks off the ground. “W-what the hel-OH GODS!?" she snarled, her eyes wide as she tore chunks of turf from the ground with her great clawed hands.

He began to bounce her on his fat shaft, each slurp and slap rocking him inside her. He had taken complete control, her legs trying to kick and unable to break his grip as grunted and pounded deep taking his prize.

“Huh-HOW NNGH! NYaAHn" her words growing less concise with each hard slap, each slam into her supple horse cunt. She was forced to plant herself, leaning her front forward to stay stable as she looked backward to Link's stern and focused expression. His muscles rippled with hidden strength, his fat nuts swaying with each shove to beat her moist clit sore as he held her firm and helpless, drilling her cunt as he prodded and tugged before pumping to the hilt to make her mewl.

Her great breasts swayed with each shove and pump, more and more the hero was giving into something primal, rocking the much larger female on his plunging hylian shaft as she chirped and moaned in pleasure. God's, they were out in the open…anyone could see them now. Links great arms holding her legs, leaving her splayed and helpless as he bounced her on his tool like a toy.

He heaved a casual grunt, shoving to the hilt for just a moment and rocking her on the first few inches of his shaft as she purred and gasped. She could feel his cock erupt in her depths, pouring his volumous seed to pack her womanhood once more. She trembled and groaned, a weak and pathetic growl as she came with him, each flex of his shaft soiling her insides with his human seed made her insides quake and squeeze with a thirst for his essence.

Their fluids rained down between them, a shower of carnal bliss from their unorthodox union and a testament to the hero's skill. Even a female as mighty as Sharda was reduced to a mewling whore beneath his master sword.

But he did not stop. As Sharda's legs grew numb she yelped, suddenly shoved down onto her side wih a grunt. Her breath trembled as Link slid his cum-slathered tool from her supple dripping lips.

She could not tell from where he suddenly pulled the strange meal he had prepared. But he downed it in seconds as Sharda caught her breath. Suddenly his muscles bulged, his strength and stamina surging forth as his cock grew fully erect, almost angry in it's pulsing veins and rigidity. His shaft topped out at 10inches, the girth of his new tool as thick as his wrist as she watched his scrotum tighten and swell growing dense with his concentrated seed. His orbs filled with his virile essence, the potency of the hero contained in two fat grapefruits dripping now with their mixed sexual fluids and his increasing sweat.

“N-now hold on" Sharda stuttered, watching link grip her equine leg, setting it over his shoulder as she was wholly exposed. That fat spongy mushroom kissed at her vulva yet again, letting her brace before slamming in while she tensed and groaned in pleasure.

He fucked like a beast, no, a lynel! Each shove and pounding thrust forced the grass to shift, the turf to grip at the pair as Sharda groaned and hissed. Fuck, he was making up for his lack of size with sheer ferocity, his cock well-experienced in abusing her cunt now as he stirred her pot to boiling. He pinned and shaped her insides with his masterful beast breaker, feeling her smooth lips tug his length as he squeezed her winking button until she whimpered and trilled.

A hard slap made her eyes widen as she yowled and craned her neck. She turned and glared before his hand was brought against her sore flanks again. She cursed and tried to kick, baring her fangs as she tensed and groaned unable to stop the sharp spikes of pain and throbbing warmth as he rocked her world.

Her bestial insides clamped on his abusive cock with each strike as he continued, each firm clap of his palm against her bruised flanks making her clamp down and hiss through orgasmic snarls as he drilled her core.

“Ah! Fuh-FUCK! You cheeky bast-aaghn~!" she mewled, she gripped at anything she could find, crushing rocks in her palms as he slapped his crotch against her. He was sheathing his tool inside her most sacred treasure and drumming her hide to make her clench and scream for his dominating pleasure.

She had never felt so helpless, she was at his mercy. Each strike and shove, each deft thrust sent spikes of bliss through her core as she whimpered and purred. His tool wetly slide in and out of her, soaking them once again, making a mess as he pulled back to drench her folds in his cum and slam back in, leaving her marked and tainted as the shame, pain and pleasure melded into an addictive cocktail of sexual bliss.

“Hungh, uuhn~ Ohhh" her meek and drooling cry as she came again, drenching her rutting lover as her insides pulled tight, begging for his seed. She found herself laying down, relaxing into the intense mating as her bred her, milking out her pleasure until his bloated orbs poured a deluge of his heroic semen into her waiting folds.

The only respite she received was in the brief moment. Locked together as his shaft shaped her monstrous pussy. A light grope and squeeze forced her to clench, to pant and purr as her velvet walls eagerly drank down the flood of sperm to leave no inch untouched.

There had to be a gallon of his swimmers violating her by the time he sighed in satisfaction and slid from her winking cunt. Thank the gods it was not a bloodmoon or he would have surely seeded her with his legacy. Were all hylians so potent…?

His feet plodded in the moist grass, soon in her vision as she looked up to his throbbing tool filthy with cum. His scent was shockingly rugged, a bit grassy and bitter but discernible even with her heavenly scent drenching him. She rose her snout and drew her tongue along his maleness, licking him clean as she tasted his rich essence and found it pleasing.

She was exhausted, once she had sampled his scent and seed she collapsed in their mess of sex. She watched him gear up, taking her tools as trophies and casually sauntering away.

“N-next time. H-hero" a breathless purr of 'vengeance' as she looked forward to their next encounter.

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“Mnlgk. Mmm~"

A blissful purr as Sharda eagerly sucked on Links throbbing shaft.

He relaxed against a rock, his hand rested on her head as she cupped his waist with her ample cleavage and helped him fuck her luscious breasts. Her champion moaned lightly above her, close to release as she sampled his pre seed and salty sweat.

Her nose rubbed into his muff, inhaling his masculine scent as she hummed and purred helping him prod her esophagus. His smooth shaft scrubbed her cheeks, rubbing along her eager tongue until he poured his potent seed onto her palette and down her throat.

Her tail swayed with delight as she milked him for his essence, pleasuring her great heroic lover and pulling back to let him glaze her snout with the last few ropes of his copious load.

She inhaled the pungent fluid, feeling it stain her sinuses and sneak into her lungs as she growled huskily and licked her chops. Her cunt was audibly dripping with lust, staining the area with her regal scent as she looked lustfully into the eyes of the hylian she serviced.

They pulled forward into a light kiss, her broad feline tongue wrestling with his tasting muscle as he squeezed and tugged on her great sable nipples to make her chirp and groan. He knew all her buttons, just how to make her feel like a female before him~

She finally pulled back, a rosy blush on her cheeks as she giggled and gave her equine back an eager pat. While she was tempted to beg for a proper fucking, they were a bit short of time. She could save it until camp when she had the opportunity happily ride his hylian tool as he relaxed and toyed with her feminine attributes.

It had been 3 weeks since their first encounter. They had fought again and again, over a dozen battles with link progressively teaching Sharda the art of love. She had only won one of their battles, and even then she simply rode his cock and made him play with her tits until she came. She was too far gone to claim the hero's head when his other head could claim her like no other male ever would.

Finally it had devolved into simple fucking. Not even a swing of their blades before she was on her back and begging for him to make her his female again, or he had casually grabbed her head and fucked her face without grace or concern upon their meeting. It only made sense that she would travel with him, having grown so addicted to his company and increasingly finding her own kind mundane.

He said little, but his actions spoke volumes. All she needed to ever hear.

She carried him down the mountainside, fresh from a cleared shrine as she mused over what other companions he could possibly add to his harem.

It mattered little, looking to the great clouds of malice over hyrule castle, Sharda purred and grinned.

There was no need for Gannon. She has a new master now.