Her First Love v.2

    “Meet me in my quarters after sunset.” That was Riju’s order, delivered with a coy smile. And so he did.
    Link found the young chief sitting at the edge of her bed, stroking her seal plush. She had the same coy expression as earlier today, that sly, unreadable smile. “Well, don’t just stand there,” she beckoned. Link stepped cautiously forward, sensing something was amiss. Surely enough, his fears were answered. The air filled with the clanging of heels on stone. Link wheeled around just in time to see Buliara blocking the doorway, flanked by the pale-skinned Katta and dark-skinned Bertri. The giantess rested her hand on her claymore as she always did when presiding over the throne. The other guards took positions around Link and brandished spears.
    Link’s mind was awash with questions, but before he could produce them, Riju had stood between them, still smiling. “Oh? You look frightened. Don’t worry. These are most loyal guards. I trust with my life… and my secrets.” Her eyes lit up mischievously with that last comment, putting Link on edge. “Shall we get started?” She stepped up to Link, still a head shorter than him, but every bit as intimidating as her full-grown counterparts. “Hmmm, how does this go again? Ah, yes. First, lie down.”
    Link looked around, expecting one of the guards to act. Riju cleared her throat and pointed her finger so that it crossed right in front of his face. “On the bed, please.” Link’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know what was going on, but every instinct in him told him to flee, run like mad. He had barely parted his lips to protest when the crashing thud of Buliara slamming her sword into the pavement echoed throughout the chamber.
    “Our chief gave you an order,” she barked. “Lie. Down.”
    He didn’t need further coaxing, crawling onto the sinfully soft velvets and lying amidst the mass of seal plushies. “Good,” Riju clapped. “Now, next was… oh yes. Remove your clothes.” She spoke as if it was some casual request. Link made to shake his head only to be silenced by another deafening thud of Buliara’s claymore. “Peasant! It is an honor to be propositioned by the Chief! You should be grate-”
    Riju held her hand up to silence her. “Buliara, please. Ashai told me voe must be comfortable during moments of intimacy, otherwise they can’t get arrest… urlet? I forget. Anyways, Link, if you would…”
     Link’s eyes darted between Riju and all her guards. What did she mean by intimacy? Either way, he dare not beg another clang of Buliara’s blade. Slowly, hesitantly, he removed the shawl covering his face, and the fabric wrapped around his chest. All the gerudo in the room were staring intently. The moment his chest was exposed, they adjusted awkwardly in their stance, even daring to shuffle closer for a better look.
	Link was blushing maddeningly by now. Silence took the room. “Well,” Riju spoke, tapping her toe impatiently. “The rest?”
Link choked on his own gasp, then immediately recomposed himself as he saw Buliara begin to raise her sword. His pants. That’s okay. It’s not like Riju hadn’t seen him change clothes before. Heck, his desert voe outfit was… almost as revealing. Slowly, he snaked his trousers down, below his ankles and off his feet. There he was, as naked as when he arose from the resurrection chamber.
	Riju was still tapping, however. She sighed deeply. “Don’t tell me you need someone to do it for you.” She started reaching for Link’s under garments, causing Link to recoil and hold onto them defensively. Riju took this as a sign he wanted to do it himself. She stood back and crossed her arms. “Well then, don’t keep us, I mean, me waiting.”
	Link’s whole body was shaking now. What had he done to deserve this? What would Zelda think? No, he shouldn’t think about it like that. Riju was his friend. They were just asking, in their own rough Gerudo way, to see what a voe truly looked like. They just wanted to study him. Who was he to refuse a friend? It’s not like Zelda hadn’t subjected him to similar “observations” in the past.
And so, with all the courage he could muster, he steeled himself, and in one fell swoop, removed his last piece of clothing. There was more shuffling and muffled gasps from the guards. Link lay flat, eyes glued to the ceiling. He was a million miles away right now, riding a horse on a windy plain.
	“Hmm,” Riju tapped her chin ponderingly.
	“He doesn’t at all seem like the valiant voe that helped you fell Vah Naboris,” said Buliara.
	“I think that’s just how voe are,” Riju replied. “Besides, you should have seen him in the heat of battle. He was far more… exotic.” Riju bit her lip. “Yes, next step.”
	Link felt the bed sink as Riju joined him. On a horse. In a windy plain.Horse. Windy plain. Then, her small hand fell upon his flaccid, scared member. He nearly jumped from bed, having to grip the sheets just to keep from falling off. He looked down to see Riju kneeling at his feet, eyes completely focused on her hand.
	“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked aloud.
	Katta hooked her spear in her elbow and produced a small booklet from her pouch. Scribbled on its cover Link could barely make out the Gerudo text “Voe Anatomy Notes.” He gulped.
	“According to Ashai’s notes,” Katta began, “‘applying moderate pressure to a voe’s genitals should elicit an aroused response in the form of an erection. The genitals should engorge and lengthen; this to make it more conducive to the breeding process.” Link could feel his penis shrink at that explanation.
	“Maybe I should apply more pressure?” Riju offered.
	“Be careful, Chief,” Buliara warned. “Remember, voe are fragile.”
	“Are you feeling intimidated?” she asked Link who was petrified and unable to respond. “Is it the spears? It’s the spears, isn’t it? I knew we shouldn’t have come fully armed.”
	“Ah,” Katta interjected arriving at a different passage. “It says here… ‘there other methods of engorging a voe’s genitals. For example, displaying certain amounts of skin, especially of the chest or groin area, can cause some voe to grow stiff. In fact, just a Gerudo’s daily wear can cause such a reaction in weak-willed voe.” Her voice lowered as she read through more irrelevant parts. “Be sure to test out different methods on your voe to see which is most effective in creating the desired response…”
	“So, just show more skin? Is that it?” Riju laughed as if the attractions of man were so petty to her. Without pausing, she lifted her own shirt up over her head and pulled it out of her ponytail. That would do it. Link marveled at the pertness of her developing mounds and the darkness of her tiny nipples.
	“Buliara! That did the trick!”
	“Is that as big as it gets?”
	“I don’t know. The book did say to experiment. Maybe I should try pressure again.” Riju innocently placed her open palm on the tip of Link’s penis, and again it started to deflate. “Oh no, did I do something wrong again?” Riju worried.
	“If I may,” Bertri stepped forward. “I remember Ashai did a class on this where we practiced with bananas. Apparently, the entirety of the area needs to be caressed in order for the voe to feel pleasure.” She then reached over Link with her massive Gerudo fingers and gripped his penis with far more than “moderate” pressure. Link did his best to swallow his yelp, gripping the sheets even tighter.
	“Bertri,” Buliara shouted, slamming her claymore once again. “This is the Chief’s exercise, not yours! Stand down, soldier.” Bertri jumped back, releasing her death grip on Link. The Hero exhaled a sigh of relief.
	“Did that hurt?” Riju asked. Link could see genuine concern in her eyes. She was just a girl innocently testing the waters of her sexuality, as well as a  friend who cared about his well being. His anxiety melted. Link was finally able to release his clenched fists and relax into the soft sheets. Riju smiled when she noticed he had calmed down. Truly, she was worried she might have come off too strongly. Gerudo, confident in all other aspects of life, absolutely faltered in the presence of voe.
	“Soft caresses, right? Like Patricia likes.” Initially turned off by being compared to her pet seal, Link was finally able to feel some pleasure when Riju wrapped her fingers around his member and slid them up and down. “Ah, it’s working!” she cried with glee. “Oh, I remember this part. Increase speed of friction steadily to increase voe pleasure.” And so she did, and Link’s penis grew until finally he was fully erect.
	“I.. I think that’s it,” said Riju, clapping her hands and smiling at her success. Her guards also uttered their congratulations, praising their chief’s masterful work.
    “Amazing, Chief.”
	“Excellent.”
	“Truly a master of voe.”
	Truly… Link thought sarcastically.
	Riju tapped her chin. “Okay, okay. Disrobe the voe: check. Make his genitals erurct.”
	“Erect,” Katta corrected.
	“Ah yes, erect, er, check. Next is… no, don’t tell me Katta, I remember this. Ashai said it was a part often overlooked by overeager vai. Oh,” she clapped her fist to her palm. Then, closing her eyes and raising a finger, she uttered verbatim, “though the voe’s genitals may seem small, we must pace ourselves. Like a desert marathon, hydration is key. A vai’s body needs to warm up and produce its own bodily lubricant to assist the voe’s penis with the breeding process. This can be done in several manners… um…”
	Buliara’s sword thud was far less pronounced this time, more like a subtle queue that she was about to speak. “But it is Gerudo tradition to assert their dominance over her voe partner by using their mouth.”
	Riju snapped. “Ah yes. Thank you, Buliara.”
	Link was beyond protesting at this point. He knew he was nothing more than a piece of meat to them, a well cared for piece of meat, but meat nonetheless. He supposed Bularia was right, and he should be feeling some gratitude that he was chosen of all Hyrule’s men. In fact, he should take pride as the Hero of Hyrule for sparing his fellow man this humiliation.
Riju stood up on the bed, reached under her skirt, and pulled down the black underwear beneath. A string of her own fluids already clung to the fabric. “My, what’s this?” she asked alarmed. “Apparently I’ve already started producing those ‘bodily lubricants.’”
	“Voe are crafty,” Buliara spoke. “They have ways of messing with a vai’s physiology. Be on your guard, Chief.”
	“Noted.” Riju looked down at Link who was doing his best not to stare. “Well then, Link, ready?”
Link took that at his queue and began to rise from the bed. With swiftness imparted by years of brutal desert training, the guards were at his side, pinning his arms to the bed. “Peasant!” Buliara shouted from across the room. “During the breeding process, Gerudo must always remain in a position of dominance. The vai must never lift his body nor engage in any motion that might affect the vai’s movements. This will produce the strongest and heartiest Gerudo child. You will lie there and do nothing unless our great Chief commands it.”
	“Hehe,” Riju laughed, scratching the back of her head. “Sorry. It’s tradition.” She placed her feet on either side of Link’s head and began to lower herself. Her perfectly round vulva was otherwise clean except for the small red patch of her burgeoning puberty. Her slit betrayed a bit of her arousal with the pearls of gleaming liquid still clinging to her lips. She finally squatted down, her pussy covering the length between his nose and his mouth. His nostrils were flooded with the sweet perfumes and essences that the Chief of the Gerudo bathed in daily, mixed with the salty aroma of her own arousal.
	“So, I move now, right?” Link could barely hear her through the muscular thighs that were now cradling his head. Without confirmation, she started to move, sliding her gash up and down his face. Slowly at first, but picking up speed, just as she was instructed. He could hear her breathing picking up, her labored breaths turning into subtle moans.
A faraway voice asked. “Chief? How is it?””
	“I’m… I’m not sure. Link? Can you hear me?”
	“Mmmm.”
	“I think you’re, ah... supposed to use your mouth. You know, hn, like you’re kissing someone.” All the while she didn’t let up her movements, leaving Link to gasp for breaths between her increasingly moist folds. Of course he knew how to eat a woman out, and as her clit passed over his lips, he stuck his tongue to flick it.
Riju gasped, doubling over and bracing herself on the bed’s headboard. “By the gods… that…. That again.” She resumed sliding her hips along his face but couldn’t get through it once without buckling again. Her attendants rushed to her side, but she shooed them away. Her pussy was gushing now, practically drowning Link. The fluids poured down his cheeks, along his neck and began to pool in a wet spot beneath his head. Still, he kept at his task diligently, sometimes going for the clit, sometimes letting his tongue snake into her folds and probe the other crevices of her unused womanhood.
	Her movements were becoming more erratic, no longer straight back-and-forth motions, but swiveling and sliding all over Link’s visage until not a spot of his face wasn’t drenched with her arousal. Her legs trembled, vibrating against Link’s temple. Her abdominal muscles clenched with the throes of her impending orgasm. Then, suddenly, she raised her hips from Link’s face, leaving a small waterfall between her pussy and his mouth.
	“No,” she breathed, body still shaking. “N-not yet.” Link was surprised that she had managed to regain her composure, that is, if this really was her first time. Riju wiped the drool from her mouth and sat back on Link’s lap. “I think… that’s enough lubricant.” The juice was still flowing in heaps onto Link’s groin.
	“Now,” she said, pushing herself up to her knees. “The final step. Insertion.”
Link could see the hesitation in her eyes. He wanted to reach up, to hug her and let her know it was okay, not to worry. Then he was reminded that two powerful Gerudo guards still had his hands pinned.
	“Don’t worry, Link,” she reassured him, as if she had sensed his intentions. “I’ll be fine. I must be a strong example for my people.” All signs of hesitation then faded, and the confident face of the Gerudo leader that had ridden with him into Naboris’ violent storm reemerged. She then, without warning, raised herself above Link’s still very hard member, and dropped on it much to Link’s utter shock.
	“AAAAAHHHHH!” Riju cried, tears erupting from the corners of her eyes. Buliara was at her back immediately, grabbing her beneath the arms to steady her. Link, too, let out his own yell that, combined with Riju’s, was surely heard by the townsfolk.
	“Chief!” the guards cried out in concern. “Are you alright!?”
	“I-it’s okay,” she stammered, half-giggling as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “It… actually felt quite good. I think that’s what is called an ‘orgasm’?” She looked down at Link, her face positively glowing. Beads of sweat dotted her caramel musculature. Her rippling abs contracted with each breath that sent her now erect nipples heaving up and down. Still half-covered by her black shawl, her large and powerful hips straddled his slender white ones, and her strong legs clung fiercely to his sides, bracing their owner for what was to come. This was too much. Link had to make love to this woman.
	He tried to bring his legs up to give him some leverage to thrust up into her, but his ankles were immediately pinned by what felt like iron clamps. “Don’t forget, little Hylian. No. Moving.”
	“That’s right,” Riju’s familiar coy grin had returned. “I’m the chief here.” This time, Link returned it - have your way with me.
And she did, starting off slow, raising her hips to the precipice. Streaks of white already extended along Link’s member, indication of her first climax. She then eased herself back down, letting out a long, low moan as she did. Then again, slightly quicker. And again. Before he knew it, Riju was bouncing on his cock, her powerful hips colliding with his in what would surely leave bruises come morning. Her expressions fluctuated between giddy happiness and uncontrolled ecstasy. She was still very childish in that manner, but Link was glad she was enjoying it.
	Sometimes she would alter her pace, slowing down to savor Link’s silent begging and speeding up to watch him struggle with unloading too soon. She alternated between bouncing to sliding her hips back and forth as she did with his face, to swirling them around in whatever pattern was pleasurable to her. Using Links cock, she probed her own regions for every pleasurable spot, every minor caress that would send her heart racing and her nervous system firing.
	She didn’t know when or if she was cumming. Sometimes waves of pleasure would accost her body, sending her tumbling forward as she gripped Link’s shoulders in an attempt not to collapse completely. Other times, she would only feel the gentle buzz of pleasure coursing through her system, an afterglow of sorts, and all she wanted to do was rest her tired torso on Link’s own. Link especially enjoyed these small portions: one, for allowing his hips to take a break from the beating, and two, to feel her perfectly chiseled body pressed against his. Only her petite breasts sported a tiny bit of fat that jiggled deliciously whenever she’d rev her engine up and start riding him like a wild stallion again.
	Even the great Gerudo Chief couldn’t hold out forever. Heck, Link was barely managing, and he couldn’t move a muscle. “Link,” she spoke between powerful thrusts that shook her entire bed. “Now. Is. The. Real. Final. Step.” She leaned down, not letting up her assault. Her own guards were having difficulty bracing the bed against her manic fucking. Her own plushies were sent flying from the bed that was now soaked to the core with their combined love juices.
	“Breed. Me.” These words were followed by two climactic thrusts that embedded Link’s penis so deep within her that he was pressed against her womb.
	The Hero of Hyrule came more potently than he had ever done before. He shot directly into her cervix, spreading his warmth all throughout the chief’s being. Her head flew back, crying out with the last of her breath to the Gerudo night. Dregs of their cum spewed out from whatever tiny crevice they could leak through between his engorged member and her stretched hole.
She collapsed, head falling next to Link’s, breathing contentedly into his ear. They sat there for untold hours. Even though the guards had relinquished Link’s limbs, he dared not move, lest he ruin Riju’s first time with some smite against tradition. Seeing how peaceful she was, feeling her body expanding and contracting on his as her heart and blood cooled. By the time she had recovered, glimpses of dawn could be seen from her doorway.
	She eased herself off of him, letting his newly shrunk penis slide out of her, but not without a few more plops of her endless cum. The bed itself made lewd squishing noises like a sponge as she rolled off it and wiped herself down. “I… I guess I better get ready for the day. Link… thank you. That was a brilliant practice run.” Link shot up, perplexed. “Hehe, I’ve still got a while before I can breed properly. Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty more time to refine our technique. So, same time next week?”
	Link gulped, and that was enough reply from her. She clothed herself and made for the door, flanked by her entourage. “Oh, and try to be out before sunrise. I can’t have the townspeople knowing I let a Hylian sleep in here, even if it is a vai.”
	Link doubted that not seeing him would be the only thing to stave off their suspicions.