The moblin's hand grabbed Link by his ears and shoved down, grinding Link's cheeks into the wooden table. With a growl of lust, he lined up his thick cock to the smaller man's gaping hole and rammed it to the hilt in a single thrust. The impact shook the table, sending the already knocked over goblins rolling around and a plate clattering to the ground.
Link moaned at the pleasure of being filled again. Thin lines of drool and cum oozed from both sides of his mouth as he closed his eyes, pushing back on the shaft as it hammered against his prostate. He reached out and gripped at the gaps between the long boards that made up the table.
“Take it, you fucking cunt!” roared the Moblin. His hips drove forward, smashing Link into the table in rapid strokes. His belly rolled over Link's buttocks while the large balls swung to ram into Link's smaller ones with little bursts of pleasure and pain.
Every nerve along Link's passage was tingling with lust, adding the long lines of drool that dribbled from his cock. He was hard again despite coming so many times. His fingernails dug into the table as he shoved back against the driving shaft.
The claws dug into the side of his face as the thrusting grew faster. Then, the moblin slapped his other palm on Link's head and shoved down as he began to hammer in faster and harder. The pressure built as the moblin threw his weight into Link's body.
The thrill of being pinned in place and used as nothing more than a fuck hole fought with the growing concern as the claws began to dimple his flesh. The sharp points magnified his pleasure and he opened his eyes to stare mindlessly out as he shuddered with another orgasm.
Karasa cleared his throat.
The moblin raping Link's ass didn't stop. Every ridge of his cock rasped along Link's abused nerves. The thick head punched deep into the Hyrulean's rectum, stretching it tightly around as the entire length swelled. His grip tightened with every thrust.
The scrape of a sword being unsheathed sharpened Link's attention. He looked up to see Karasa standing opposite of him, naked as the other moblins and bokoblins. He had his sword out, but the the blade was not aimed at Link but the moblin fucking him.
“You draw blood,” growled the Moblin, “and I'm cutting off your balls.”
The moblin relaxed his grip instantly. His cock slowed down, withdrawing.
Link whimpered and tried to push back.
“No, keep fucking him. Rail that cunt until he cums again.” Karasa lowered his sword.
But the rush and passion had broken. The moblin snarled with frustration and then yanked his cock out, leaving Link feeling empty and hollow.
Link sighed as he slumped on the table. Thick rivulets of cum poured out of his ass, rolling down his legs to splash off his feet which didn't quite reach the table. He could feel the cooling cum drip off his toes as his limbs swung back and forth.
Karasa sheathed his sword. He bent over the table. “Did you get enough?”
Link lifted his head to lick the cum from his lip. He sighed and then shrugged.
Karasa's eyes narrowed. “Do you need me to go around and fuck—”
Link's ears perked up.
The moblin chuckled. “Fine, but six is going to be it.”
Pushing into his lust-filled thoughts, Link tried to remember six rounds. Karasa had only fucked him thrice, one in the mouth and two in his ass. He frowned.
Karasa gestured down the table. “Your sister took my load three—”
“I'm not his fucking sister!” snapped Linkle before she jammed her mouth back ont the bokoblin she was blowing. She gave two deep strokes, her lips grinding to the base of the blue shaft before she pulled up. “How many times do we have to tell you?”
The moblin looked at Link and then Linkle and then back to Link. There was such frustration and confusion that Link couldn't help but laugh.
Karasa rolled his eyes. He stepped back, his thick shaft already bobbing with his excitement. “You might not be, but you have to admit you have the same hair color–”
“Not the same, I'm brighter.”
“—hair style—”
“I have ribbons, he doesn't—” Linkle stopped as the bokoblin grabbed her face. She turned and open her mouth as he began to spray her face with his seed.
Karasa's voice continued as he walked around the table. “Same ass, same ears, and you both make the same fucking noise when I ram my dick into your ass!”
Link sighed as he slumped the table. Even though he didn't know what to expect, the surprisingly friendly interactions with all the bokoblins in the castle, the good food, and rough fucking had quieted much of his anxiety. He felt liquid and sated, filled in a way that temporarily filled the hole that Ganondorf had somehow made.
Karasa stopped behind Link. He smacked his sword on the table next to Link before reaching back. His thick hands stroked Link's buttocks before he used his thick thumbs to spread the slender man's cheeks.
Link moaned happily and arched his back.
“I never get tired of seeing you do that.” The deep rumble felt good as Karasa ran his thumb around Link's hole before plunging his thumb inside. His claw scraped against the sensitive opening but didn't break skin. With a growl of his own, he pumped in and out. “Do you want it hard or slow?”
Link shrugged.
Karasa groaned and Link could almost hear him roll his eyes. “You just take everything thrown at you, right?”
Link nodded with a grin. His eyes were half-closed as he focused on the pleasurable senses of being tenderly caressed. He knew the rougher fucking would come soon enough and the contrast was delicious as the submission. He rocked his hips as he spread his fingers over the table.
“Got enough to eat?”
With a silent laugh, Link nodded. His belly was full, both with the meal earlier and the loads of cum that happily gurgled in his belly. The pressure of the table ground against him, adding a faint sense of being full in other ways. He licked his lips and nodded again.
The moblin spread Link's cheeks further apart. The heat of his body washed over the delicate skin as he stepped forward. His gut rolled over Link's back as his thick length slipped up between Link's legs to measure against the much smaller length.
Link shivered at the brief sensation of having something thick sprouting out from his groin. Then, as Karasa pulled back to impale him, he lost himself in the roll of his shaft and balls rolling over the moblin's shaft.
The swollen head nuzzled against Link's base before slipping through the cum and juices to lodge itself into the stretched-open hole. Karasa stepped forward and his cock plunged into Link.
The leader of the moblins was much larger than the previous lover. The rounded head strained Link's hole before it stretched his insides. Wet burps slipped out as air and cum were displaced by the thick intruder plunging deep.
It thudded against Link's prostate. The heavy weight and tight pressure ground down on the pleasure and Link's cock jumped in response. He couldn't see or feel if he was coming, but it didn't matter. He just pushed back against the shaft until it was seated fully in his body.
“So hot,” growled Karasa.
Link sighed happily.
“You decide if you want it hard or slow?”
Link shrugged and then grinned.
“Then I'm going to take my time.” Karasa gripped Link's hips tightly, his claws almost breaking skin. Then he pulled his shaft out and drove it back. It wasn't a frantic pounding, but long strokes that brought the swollen head to tease against Link's ring before it drove deep.
As the waves of pleasure built up, Link's dangling toes curled up with pleasure. He tightened his grip on the table as he moaned.
Karasa took his time, but he never stopped. Each stroke felt like an eternity of moving, an endless girth of ridges and bumps sliding along Link's tortured opening. When he was inside and his balls rolled against Link's, the thick crown pulsed deep.
He pulled back and thrust in again, a steady motion that had incredible force behind it as he railed Link with such an intensity that the rest of the world faded away.
“If he doesn't come home soon, you're going after him.” Link didn't have to guess who Karasa spoke about. It was also not phrased a question, but a statement.
Even as he was pushing back on the cock, Link nodded.
“Do you love him?”
The same question had bubbled through Link's thoughts before. He didn't have an answer so he shrugged.
Karasa's grip tightened as he twisted his hips, swirling his length inside Link's insides, before drawing out. “Does he love you?”
Link froze at the question. As his mind spun, his body jerked back and forth on Karasa's thrusts. He was surprised that he couldn't answer it either, though he wanted to say yes, he knew there was something between them that couldn't be expressed in such an emotion.
“Does it matter to you?”
Link shook his head.
Karasa grunted. “You'll need a sword.”
Link moaned and pushed back with a nod. He thought back to his shattered wooden sword and felt a clinging.
“Take mine.”
Link's entire body tensed, the pressure increasing around the thrusting shaft until it stopped moving inside him. His eyes widened as he looked back at the red-skinned moblin that was fucking him.
Karasa looked serious. He tried to shove forward, but his dick didn't move in the vise-like grip. A green light painted across his body from the Triforce that had activated along Link's skin. It gave him more strength.
Link shook his head.
Karasa glared at him. “Take it!”
Another shake. Link couldn't take anything so precious away from Karasa, not seeing how much it hurt Karasa to lose it.
The moblin reached out, his claws stretching. Grabbing Link's face, he shoved forward and drove Link's head down into the table.
The rounding bang shook the table. Plates and goblets rolled off as it was shoved forward half a meter.
Link started to fight but then Karasa's cock managed to surge past the tight grip of Link's inner walls. The hardness drove deep into his body, setting off a wave of pleasure. When it slammed into his prostate, an explosion of white-hot pleasure tore through the slender man's senses.
Karasa tightened his grip, his claws dimpling Link's skin. “Take it, you fucking cunt!”
He yanked his cock out and then slammed it home again. He snarled loudly. “Take my sword because it is the most precious thing I have!”
Link's resistance faltered.
Karasa's roar beat against the walls of the table, silencing the sounds of fucking and eating from the others. His bulge rolled over Link's back as his thick shaft continued to spear into the Hyrulean's tortured hole. “Take it to save my lord!”
He yanked his cock and slammed it home again. The force drove the table forward again. Each stroke grew rougher and more violent, pounding Link's body into the table. Trickles blood began to roll down Link's brow as the moblin.
Link shuddered with pleasure. His eyes locked on the sword next to him. A sense of duty rose up, painting the room in an intense green glow that drowned out every other light.
“I serve my lord. It doesn't matter if its my life or my sword. To do that, I will force you to take it! So. You. Will. Take. My. Sword!” Each word came with a pounding thrust that shoved the table and set off an explosion tearing thorough Link's senses.
Link reached out for the sword, his fingers scratching against the table as it remained before him. The hammering cock continued to pummel him, sending off waves of pleasure that made it hard to focus as he stretched for the weapon.
The moblin made no effort to bring the weapon to him. It had to be Link's choice.
Link took a deep breath, shoved back on the cock dominating his senses, and grabbed the sword. At the touch, he could feel a ringing of music burst through his senses as an orgasm blossomed inside him. With a moan, he clamped his hand down on the table and shuddered with pleasure.
Karasa let out a roar as his cock sprayed cum into Link's insides, flooding without the shaft slowing or ceasing the endless thrusting. Soon, his cum poured out of the junctions of their bodies, adding to the puddle of pleasure that grew just below Link's toes.
Link's grip on the precious sword tightened. He moaned and shoved back, his world lost in pleasure and anticipation. He was going after Ganondorf in the morning. He was going to save the man who needed him.
The moblin's cock slowed but didn't stop. “F-Fuck,” gasped Karasa. “That was unexpected.”
Linkle knelt in front of Link. Her slender thighs spread open to reveal her dribbling slit. “Here you go,” she said in a whisper. "Why don't you eat out little sis' pussy?"
Link smiled and then drew his free hand to pull her cheeks closer. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her hairless sex. Her slit was sloppy with bokoblin and moblin cum, hot and scalding. He moaned and lapped at her.
“Oh, that's good.”
Karasa cleared his throat as his cock swelled inside Link's ass.
“What?” asked Linkle.
“I thought you weren't related.”
“Oh, give it a rest, Daddy.” Linkle had started calling Karasa that over dinner, which set off the orgy that Link had been enjoying. “We aren't even closely related, but you are a perv and like the idea of you're fucking twins, aren't you? Just want to fuck both of us at the same time?”
Karasa's growl was the only answer he could give.
Link grinned into Linkle's pussy. Her juices were sweet and delicate. The contrast to the familiar thickness of bokoblin cum was delectable and he worked his mouth up to her clitoris to suck on the hard nub of pleasure.
"Oh yes, suck on sis' clitty!" Link had to admit, Linkle's moan was almost like his own. It was soft and kittenish.
Karasa began to thrust again into Link's ass, driving with wet squelches as he displaced his own orgasm with powerful thrusts.
Link released the sword to slid his fingers into Link's tight hole. He used his finger tips to scoop out gobs of cum. He sucked it down before working his mouth down to the source.
With a moan of her own, Linkle leaned back. “Remember, Daddy, this is a one time thing. You don't get to use—”
Karasa reached out and grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her close, ramming her pussy against Link's mouth. “Listen, Bitch. I get it. But right now, I'm going to fuck your brother's ass until there is cum pouring out of him, and then I'm going to shove your face into it to clean him out.”
Linkle's legs clenched tightly as she came. Squirts of juices flooded Link's mouth as she shuddered in ecstasy. She gripped Link's ears to hold him in place as she leaned forward. “Yes, Daddy,” she said in a quiet, girlish voice. Then she kissed the moblin.
Karasa continued to fuck Link's ass with long, deep strokes as he kissed Linkle passionately. One hand continued to hold Link's head, this time to grind it into Link's pussy while the other held Linkle close to him.
Link swallowed the juices flowing into his mouth but soon he was lapping at the cleaned out pussy of his near-twin. He tried to move down, but her position made it difficult. He gulped loudly and returned to her clitoris.
“D-Daddy?” asked Linkle.
“Yes, Baby Girl,” Karasa said, his cock swelled in his obvious enjoyment of their fantasy.
“Can I go with big brother?”
Both Link and Karasa froze.
Linkle moaned and kissed Karasa's nose before she said, “He needs helps and I need to get some more loot. If I go with, maybe we can save your lord. And then… when I get back, Big Daddy can fuck his little girl again? I need your dick in my little puss so badly.”
Karasa's cock exploded inside Link's ass. He groaned as he gripped both of them tighter. “Y-Yes!” he bellowed as he rammed himself home one last time to fill Link's insides with scaling hot cum.
Linkle glanced down, her ears quivering with a request for Link's permission.
He nodded and then went back to eating her out.