Her First Love v2.1

    What was he doing back here? Because she summoned him? No, there was something more sinister, more perverted at work here. This perversion saw Link walking back to the Gerudo chief’s quarters, half-limping from his battered hip bones.
    Sure enough, Riju was waiting for him, just as she was last time, coy smile and all. “I’m glad you came back, Link.” She lowered her voice, “Really…”
    The familiar sound of heels pounding against concrete accosted his ears. Link didn’t even bother to look back at the three guards now hovering behind him.
    “Actually, Buliara, I’d like you to leave us alone this time.”
    “But Chief, I must insist.”
    “Don’t worry,” she assured her, never breaking eye contact with Link. “He knows the rules.” The giantess stood down and bowed out along with Katta and Bertri. “Well,” Riju began, stepping away from the bed. “Shall we begin?”
    Link nodded, making for the bed and removing his mask and shirt. Before he could lie down, Riju’s small hand stopped him. “No…” her gaze lowered solemnly. Link wondered if something was wrong. “I’m… I’m okay. They are my most trusted guards, but there are some things not even they are allowed see. I am the Chief, as such, it is my duty to set an example for all Gerudo. However, ever since that night, there’s been this ache inside me. I can’t explain it. Buliara says it’s one of the voe’s many tricks. That it’s a trap designed to undermine us and make our children weaker. I’m not sure about any of that. All I know is that since then, I’ve had this yearning, a yearning to be treated like a vai. Not a Gerudo vai… but a Hylian.”
	Her voice nearly cracked when she spoke those last words. And immense empathy filled Link. He wished to hug her, to stroke her hair and assure her that these desires were only natural, but he feared of upsetting her even more.
	Instead, Riju made the move. She rushed into him, digging her hands and face into his chest. Link could feel a bit of moisture build up, the hints of tears that the Chief felt she could show no one else. Finally, Link hugged her. He stroked her hair. He told her nothing she felt was wrong. Riju laughed. “I must seem so pathetic.” Not at all, Link assured as he embraced her tighter. “A ‘woman;’ that’s what you call us in your language, right? I… I want to feel like a woman. Just this once.”
	Link raised her chin up and smiled softly down at her. She did her best to return it, wiping the tears that had caused her eye makeup to smudge slightly. “So,” she sighed in relief. “W-what do I do? Ashai never taught us anything about this.”
That perverse beast welled up inside Link. This was his chance to make up for his lost manhood during their last encounter. That being said, he knew he had to be careful. Her pride was at stake as much as his. Still, if she wanted to feel like a woman, he’d make her feel like one.
	In one quick motion, Link bent down and scooped Riju up in his arms. She let out a tiny yelp of surprise, her face immediately turned red. “O-oh my…”
	Link was grateful she was still small enough for him to do this. He dare not dream of attempting it on the larger vai, let alone someone like Buliara. Link laid Riju gently on her bed, the notion only lighting her face up more. Link would treat her like a woman, a woman he loved. He might as well be in love with her, for all these wild emotions she brought out in him. As she lay there, Link leaned over and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
	Riju was practically steaming at this point. Her legs quivered. A small wet patch began to form between her them. “Teasing” likely wasn’t a part of the Gerudo sexual lexicon. Riju was gripping the sheets and rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. Link removed his trousers, leaving only his undergarments. Riju’s eyes became innocently fixated on his bulge.
	The Hero eased himself onto the bed on top of her. He returned to her forehead with a kiss. Then to her cheek, her chin, her neck. Riju gripped the sheets even tighter, her legs squirming beneath him. Then Link realized… it’s okay if she used her arms and legs. She doesn’t have to sit there like they made him do, he explained. It was like a hungry dog let off its leash. Her muscled arms wrapped around his body, her hands reaching and grabbing every inch they could, desperate to feel every curve and muscle of Link’s body. Her legs, too wrapped around his, rubbing themselves up and down his thighs and calves, yearning for as much contact and friction as possible.
	Her mouth hung open, tongue lapping at the air absent-mindedly, eyes glazed over with crazed lust that she didn’t know what to do with. Link took her head in his hands, bringing her eyes into focus and calming her molestation. Time stood still for her as he leaned in, hovered his lips over hers for one agonizing moment, then connected their mouths. Riju melted. Her arms and legs fell limp. A tiny spurt of a mellow orgasm squeezed through her panties.
She moaned softly into his lips. He let his tongue peak out to tap against her dark pillows. Instinctively, she opened them for him. He dug down, probing the walls of her mouth as her own fierce tongue wrestled with his. A pool of saliva built up in their mouths and spilled out over her cheeks. She just kept moaning, her subtle acquiescence to his control.
    It was Link’s turn to let his hands feel all over her body, the body that was hung temptingly out of his grasp just a week before. Gods, was she well-defined. Not as rock hard as her adult counterparts, with just the right amount of leftover baby fat to make her body appeasing to squeeze. The bulge of her muscles in her arms, legs, and especially that lushous stomach, that faint outline of a burgeoning six-pack that would go on to intimidate all court visitors for the many years of her magnificent rule... but now, they were Link’s to trace with his fingers around each lump, eliciting more and more moans onto his wriggling tongue.
    His fingers moved from her stomach, around to her perfectly sculpted back, flexing and twisting under his caresses. Slyly, they rose to start sliding up the fabric concealing her breasts. Sensing his intentions, Riju almost ripped it off with her eagerness. Link smiled into their kiss. Riju moaned and whined more. He was beginning to feel the wetness pooling beneath them. Not yet, my Chief.
    He pulled away from the kiss, even as Riju brought her head up, mouth open, trying to maintain it. His kisses turned back to her neck, down to her collarbone, and finally to those developing mounds, dotted by tiny dark nipples. Slowly, he licked around each of the sensitive nubs, memorizing every little bump he felt. Riju’s legs kicked and trashed beneath him. Even though she was free to move, that tricky part of voe that rendered vai so helpless had fully consumed her. She wanted to feel pleasure but only at his discretion.
    When Link finally did let his tongue pass over her sensitive nub,  her whole body jumped, nearly sending her and Link flying from the bed. He realigned themselves, then flicked her nipples again. Another jump, but this time he was in place. Another flick. And another. Each one sending convulsions through the young chief. Finally he placed his whole mouth over one and lavished it with kisses, licks and occasional sucking. She came, shooting more pitiful spurts through her already soaked panties.
Link continued lavishing her nipples, switching from one lump to the other, until her convulsions grew weaker. Once she was satisfied with her breast treatment, he relinquished her glistening nipples and worked down her torso, tracing the lines his fingers had crossed previously with his own tongue. Finally he was down to her skirt. Before he could even make to move it, she had practically thrown it off with her underwear. She covered her face with her arms out of embarrassment yet spread her legs invitingly. Link took a moment to lean up and kiss her forehead once again, reminding her that there was nothing wrong with how she was feeling. She let down her guard, eyes glistening with held back tears, lips trembling yet smiling.
	Link moved his head back down to her groin. The small red tuft of her puberty was the only decoration on the clean lumps of her vulva. Already a healthy arousal had amassed between those lips. Link lapped hungrily at the fluid, relishing the salty sweet taste of her womanhood. As soon has his tongue touched her pussy, her legs clamped down, massive thighs wrapping around his head. He could feel her flexing against his temple. Link imagined his head might burst had he not reached around them and tried to pull them apart. He could not overpower her, but at least he relieved the pressure. So he went back to eating. Every time he licked, another rush of fluids appeared to replace what he had consumed.He shoved his face in, nose and tongue parting her folds. More lubricant rushed forth to meet him, and he had to drink it all as fast as he could if only to give him enough space to breath.
Riju’s body was twisting under his assault, moans filling the room, and likely the rest of the Gerudo Town courtyard, though Link could not hear it through the muscles pressed against his ears. He continued eating her out, sending his tongue into the puckering hole of her vagina, only for a moment, before dragging it up her slit to flick at her clit. Every time he did this, her legs would clamp down harder, forcing him to use more of his strength just to keep his head from being crushed. Soon her hands joined in, digging themselves into his rich blonde locks, rubbing and yanking in reaction to his tongues every movement.
	At last Link stuck out his tongue as long as he could and shoved it deep into her vaginal hole. She cried out. He continued pulling back and plunging in, making sure the tip of his nose crashed into her pulsating bean.  Out and in, out and in, until the entire region between his face and her loins was flooded. Link pulled back with all his might, finally breaking the clamp on his head and gasping for air.
	Riju’s orgasm was stronger this time, sending a powerful stream into the air that rained on Link’s thumping torso. Riju’s body was limp again, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure. But Link was far from done. Once he regained his breath, he removed his final piece of clothing. All the teasing had done a number on his erection. It was painful at this point. Riju looked down as Link positioned himself between her legs.
	“W-wait,” she stammered out, tongue and lips failing her as she tried to remember how to speak. “I-I-I want to… t-to use… m-my mouth…”
	Link sat back, utterly surprised he didn’t expect her feminine instinct to push her in that direction. That, or maybe she just wanted to please him as much as he was pleasing her. Her lust addled expression did little to aid Link’s conclusion, but before he could come to it, Riju had lifted him with her Gerudo strength up to her head. With a disgustingly arousing “plop” his penis smacked her across the face. This brought back her coy smile as her tongue crept out to give the side of the shaft a kiss.
	Link could only smile, his own lips trembling at her tongue’s touch. Her inexperience showed with her aimless licks that were so innocent and cute that it succeeded in making him harder. He placed a hand on her head and slid his cock down so that his tip was over her lips. She got the clue and  took it into her virgin mouth.
	Link hissed when her teeth grazed his sensitive skin. “Owp, showwy,” she said with a mouthful. She opened her jaw a little wider and proceeded to suck and slobber on his tip like a popsicle on a hot Gerudo day. Although not as sweet, she was quick to scoop up every bit of precum that leaked through Link’s slit. Initially fixated on his shaft, her eyes traveled up his body that, though lithe, was still quite muscular for a voe. Moreover, he still bore the scars of his battles and defeats. Then, up to his face. There she could see every twitch and sigh of pleasure. She learned which areas of his penis to touch and probe to coax groans and winces from him. He appeared to enjoy it when she’d circle her tongue around the edge of his glans, and reacted particularly well to when she pushed against the lower part.
	Once she was satisfied with her appetizer, she uttered her thanks and lifted Link back down to her lap. He spread her legs apart, admiring just how toned they were. Lowering himself between them, he bent down to give her one more loving kiss on the lips.
    His penetration wasn’t the surprising thrust of last time. He was slow and prodding. Her immense wetness made it easy to slip in, but still he controlled himself. The same couldn’t be said for Riju who, just then remembering she was allowed to move, grabbed Link’s hips and slammed them into hers, reawakening old sores from last time. At once he was sheathed within, bringing out pleasurable cries from both of them.
    Link was passionate with his love-making. No thrust wasn’t preceded by a smooth caress, a tender kiss, a loving hug. During her brief bouts of clarity, when she wasn’t being accosted by the pleasure and overwhelming emotion she was feeling, Riju would slide her hands along his body, feeling every ripple, every curve, every scar. She grabbed, pulled, bit, and kissed any part of him within reach. He in turn would increase his speed, pumping into her faster and faster until, again like last time, the plushies on top were sent to the floor with the ferocity of his fucking.
    Her orgasms came strong and often, spilling out a near limitless supply of cum onto her newly-replaced sheets. But there was more to being a woman than missionary position. Link snuck his arm between her chiseled back and the damp sheets. With one strong motion, he flipped her onto her stomach.
    She cried out in surprised, voice trembling with her unending climax. “W-what are y-you d-do-?” Before she could finish, Link had pulled her up to her hands and knees as he sheathed himself again. Riju was moaning in crescendo. “Ah… Ah. Ah! AH!” Louder and louder with each thrust. This was a whole new sensation, hitting a whole new spot, a whole new set of nerves that hadn’t yet grown tolerant of his attack.
    “T… This…” she was unable to speak more than a syllable at a time, her words punctuated by gasps from her mouth and squelches from her vagina. “No. One. Can. See. Me. Like! THIS!” She came again, her upper body falling limp. Link kept her ass raised as he continued to fuck her. Her moans were coming out less frequent, more tired as her boundless Gerudo energy was beginning wane. Between “ooh”s and “aah”s her near-unconscious mind spat out words like “don’t,” “look,” and “embarrassing.”
    Feeling he was losing her, Link made his final play. He flipped her again while keeping his shaft firmly buried. She yelped, waking from her orgasmic stupor. She looked around wildly, weakened arms clinging to Link’s shoulders as he pulled her up by her butt cheeks and carried them both off the bed. Fright crossed her face. Link imagined the Gerudo weren’t big into doting on their children. It’s likely she was rarely, if ever, picked up before. With nothing but his own strength, Link slid her up and down his member. Riju was fully under his control. She clinged to his shoulders like a scared child worried she’d fall from an incredible height. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and trust - she knew he’d never drop her - mixed with periodic wincing as Link continued to piston himself into her.
    They went like this for some time until Link was beginning to feel a bit weak himself. Carrying her to a nearby column, he pressed her back to the wall and pinned her there with the weight of his body. Hooking her legs in his arms, he continued pumping maniacally into her. All his reserve was lost. He was a wolf at this point; she - his bitch in heat.
    With the last of her strength, Riju took Link’s head in hers and brought her mouth to his ear. “‘Riju’… s-say… my name…” she hissed as yet another climax hit her. “Say my name!” Her nails dug into his arms. “Please!”
    Link leaned into her, his heavy breath battering her ear lobes. Riju, he whispered so that he was just audible over the incessant thumping. Her body shivered at the sound of her name. So, he said it again. Riju… Riju, Riju, Riju!” Her body was convulsing. Only Link was supporting her at this point.Neither of them had a shred of reason left in them. Their moans melded together into a shout of love.
    Riju!
    “LIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNK!”
Link unloaded wave after wave of pent up semen, far too much for her tiny womb to hold as it washed out of their lower bodies and splashed onto the floor. Link kept her suspended until the last of his cream had been drained. Then, he fell to his knees, fall cushioned by the puddle beneath him.There they passed out until Buliara found them that morning.
    She sighed, easily raising the two still-sleeping lovers back onto the bed and covering them from the cool morning air. They could afford a few more minutes of rest, she thought. Then, as she turned to leave, the two unconsciously pulled themselves together into a warm embrace. It happened for an instant, barely noticeable, but the corner of Buliara’s lip twitched in what might have been considered a smile.