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      Published: 2018-01-05 Updated: 2018-01-24 Chapters: 2/4 Words: 7036
****** Gratitude of a Gerudo ******
by WaddleBuff
Summary
     In the midst of raucous festivities, Riju wants to thank Link for
     saving her town in a more intimate setting, awakening something
     inside the hero that has been dormant for much too long.
Notes
     Originally published 3/30/17
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
 I_highly_suggest_reading_this_while_listening_to_the_Gerudo_Town_night_theme
                                        
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                                    (sauce)
                                        
                                        
Blue of the frigid desert moon flooded over Gerudo Town. Yet the cold didn't
stifle the celebrations. Flames of celebratory bonfires, lanterns, and torches
peppered the sandy streets, music and laughter filling them for the first time
in what seemed like ages. For days on end the vai and visitors of the desert
city raised their voices in raucous celebration for the taming of Divine Beast
Vah Naboris, and the hero who rose to the challenge.
The hero in question looked out above the crowded veins of the city, eyes as
icy as the moon above. He breathed with a slight shiver, breath visible in the
cold night air. Contrary to what he usually wore within these walls, the hero
wore his favorite blue tunic, a relic granted to him in an age long past, a
pair of practical, well-worn Hylian trousers, and boots most likely filled with
a thin sediment of sand. On his back, the glare of the Gerudo moon glinted off
the silver edges of a Hylian shield, its embossed symbols accentuated in the
dark. The gold and blue scabbard of a sword peeked beneath the shield, its top
end failing to conceal indigo wings of the legendary blade it housed, yellow
gemstone winking with every breath of its owner.
Hero as he was, he was still cautious. For he was a stranger here. Not only in
this town, where he was forced to disguise himself as a woman, but the roof
upon which he currently crouched. His ears strained to hear beyond the sound of
trickling water, streams of which softly fell behind him in small glistening
cascades. His wary eyes scanned the sides of the rooftop.
No guards.
He shuffled forward.
No guards.
With a small sigh of relief, he double-checked behind him again before relaxing
his posture. As he predicted, the guards were more lax than usual. If he had so
much as dared to attempt and scale the walls of the city, the strong vai would
have seized him by the shoulders and thrown him out with their spears at his
neck. Now, he had no doubt they were out in the streets alongside the other
vai, singing songs of old, souls warmed with bottles and bottles of Noble
Pursuit.
Satisfied that he wouldn't be caught up here, in the tallest building of the
city, Link heaved himself over the precipice of the roof and stealthily landed
on the ground. Before him were the stone arches leading into the private
bedroom of Riju, Gerudo Town's young resident chief.
As he stood there, Link could hear the faint trickle of water within coupled
with the relaxed humming of the girl in question. She had added a bead curtain
to the arches, essentially blinding Link from what lay in wait for him behind
them.
In the moment's respite, Link was suddenly aware of how nervous he was.
Since the days of his reawakening from a century-long slumber, Link had been
stunned several times. By the general state of the kingdom he once protected,
by the memories he continually discovered during his explorations, the strange
and wonderful denizens of Hyrule he would meet. But one moment played in his
head as he stood there, listening to the young girl of the Gerudo hum an aria
of ancient origin.
The moment where he beheld one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
The image of Riju sitting there on her throne, with the façade of maturity as
she lounged casually upon her hand stirred something inside him. At that moment
in time, he knew not if it was familiarity or excitement, and as he stood now
to take up the chief's offer for a private audience, he still couldn't discern
which feeling it was that ailed him. Whatever it was, Link knew for sure that
he was attracted to this girl. After eavesdropping on rumors and confirming the
fact very sneakily with Buliara, he knew she was only 13, going on 14. Which,
although dreadfully young,  probably wasn't that large an age gap with his 
(give or take a few dozen decades…).
The problem was that he didn't know if he should be attracted to her. Did he
have a girlfriend that he left in the previous life? He knew Mipha, the Zora
Champion, considered him her beloved…did he reciprocate those feelings? Or
maybe even…Princess Zelda? Either way, that past life was far behind him. So
what did it matter if he found this single, eligible, around-the-same-age
Gerudo chief attractive? It's not like he was going to act on any of those
feelings anyw-
Link's introspection was suddenly interrupted when humming from behind the
curtain had suddenly ceased.
Then, the chief of the Gerudo's young voice lilted through the beaded barrier.
"…Champion?"
With slow reservation, Link extended a hand to part the curtain and allowed
himself inside. He was about to smile in greeting when the image of what lay
before him stunned him into silence.
Casually lying astride a couch at the foot of her bed, Riju looked up at him,
eyes hazy and warm. She was dressed in more casual garb. Gone was the golden
ceremonial headdress, all the gaudy jewelry absent aside from a few golden
bangles and an ornate arm cuff. Her lips were clear of the blue paint that
usually covered them, same with the maroon shadows around her eyes. Her
garments mirrored her usual daywear; a thin black top bared her arms and
midriff, a skirt-like cloth with a slit at her upper thigh matched on the
bottom. Her fiery red hair was free of its usual braids and buns. Instead it
flowed behind her in long, wild tresses.
She was reading a book from her library, head resting upon her palm, other hand
drumming fingers on her thigh. One of her numerous sand seal plushies
accompanied her beside her head.
Link almost gulped at the sight as the soft glow of the numerous lanterns
around the room bathed her in a glow that made Riju's aura that much more
enticing. Although he knew what she was wearing wasn't that much different from
what she usually wore, something about the casual variation made her seem that
much more…sensual.
Thankfully, Riju filled the silence as she sat up, closing the book before her
before tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"You've come earlier than I expected, Champion," she said as she stood, walking
to the west wall of the chambers to return her book. She looked over her
shoulder teasingly, halting Link's eyes from meandering down her exposed legs.
"That excited to see me again?"
Link blushed. He scratched the back of his head as he chuckled nervously.
"J-Just Link, please…"
Riju looked at him, eyes almost evaluating. Then, she grinned a half grin. Link
noticed how full her lips looked even without her lip stick.
"Fine, Mr. Link. Then address me as just 'Riju', if you'd be so kind."
Link felt a shiver go down his spine, memory of the last time he had had the
gall to address her in that manner. Instinctively his eyes darted quickly to
the right of Riju, expecting someone to be glaring at him there.
She noticed and laughed.
"Is it so strange to speak with me without Buliara at my side?"
Link nodded sheepishly and fought back the urge to blush as Riju's laughter
made his pulse race.
"It's a time of celebration, Champ-," Riju paused as she caught herself,
enunciating the next syllable with a savor, "Link. I'm sure you've already
participated in a few festivities in the nights prior to this one. Maybe almost
sacrificed your disguise?"
"Thankfully not, Chi-, I mean, R-Riju," Link said, catching himself as well as
Riju's eyes softened.
"Good. Well, tonight I thought it fitting that I show you my own…personal
gratitude. All those people out there," Riju said, gesturing to the city beyond
the beads, "they're all indebted to you. Whether they know it or not. And I
know for a fact that all of Hyrule shall also be indebted to you as well."
The girl had come closer to Link now, and it took all he had not to step away
from her.
"That's just wishful thin-"
"Shh…no need to be so humble, Link. I know who you are. I know that you will
save us," Riju said, a finger darting out to press itself against his lips.
Link could see the sincerity in her eyes, but he couldn't help but only focus
on how soft the skin of her finger felt on his mouth.
She let a moment pass before smiling again, retracting herself from him.
"Now then, since it is a time of festivities, there is no need for your shield
nor your blade. No matter how legendary it might be."
"Oh, right," Link said hurriedly, taking off his gear and placing it in a
corner of the room with his Sheikah Slate.
"Good…now join me."
Link had his back turned to her during those words. He had expected her to be
sitting on the couch again, but instead, Riju was now perched on the side of
her bed, a small sand seal plushie on her lap.
Hesitantly Link walked over to her. She looked up at him expectantly before
standing up, and with a gentle hand on his shoulder, directed for him to sit.
He did so unceremoniously, ruffling the sheets below him that he knew were not
her usual ones. He had heard rumors of her taste in sheets, how they were cloth
and hand-woven with designs of snow seals adorning them. These sheets
however…they felt soft, made of high quality silk. Definitely more mature than
the rumored sand seal sheets…
A mischievous glint sparkled in Riju's eye then as she lifted a hand and ran it
through her hair. Link almost gulped again and felt as if he had fallen into
some sort of trap.
"Now, I want to thank you for coming tonight. Because, honestly, as much as I
said that this private audience is about me showing gratitude to personally, my
summons to you is actually…because I wanted a favor."
Link cocked his head to the side.
"A favor of what nature?"
Riju's face took on a more serious air… and suddenly, a more sultry one. She
took small steps across from him, suddenly gripping the sand seal in her hand
tightly. Her next words came up in a softer tone, and with each word, Riju
began to slide the stuffed animal in her grip down across her body. Link
resisted to follow its progress as it began from her collarbone, softly
traversing over her modest bust, gently sliding over her abdomen, flat and
soft, devoid of the typical Gerudo core.
"You see…I'm sure you know this by now but…everyone around me treats me as a
child. I know I am one, but in other parts of Hyrule, I would be my own woman
by now. Just because I haven't fully grown into the other vai…experienced what
they have experienced, they treat me as less. I know I'm definitely smaller and
not as fit, but I know that I'm at least technicallymore than just a girl,"
Riju said, pacing slower. At this point, the stuffed animal had passed her
navel and kissed her thigh before she let it drop to her feet. At this point,
the girl stood above Link, less than a few inches between her body and his lap.
"Young as I am…" she continued. "I do have wants, you know?" her eyes looked up
at him, half-lidded, lips parted. Link felt his heart hammer as she extended a
hand to brush aside a lock of blond away from his face. "Needs. Things that
only a…only a voe could provide. Things that…that I'm sure a voe such as
yourself are adept at."
Link stared at her blank-faced.
Was she implying what he…thought she was implying?
"I uhhh…"
He let his eyes flicker to her chest as she bent over, pulse racing and blood
pumping as Riju's adorable and beautiful face began to grow closer and closer.
Her soft hands were cupping his cheeks now. The more she got closer, the more
he could smell her, her scent pirouetting in lazy, sweet curls into his
nostrils…and the more she got closer, the more he noticed the nervous blush on
her cheeks.
In a moment, the stunned stupor she had cast him in since he walked through her
beaded curtain was lifted. In a deft movement, he grabbed her shoulders and
pushed her away.
"Wait!" Link said, stunning Riju as she looked at him, lips puckered, red
eyebrows raised in alarm. His silence was finally broken as he stammered,
cheeks pink with blush. "I-I-I-I-I think I know what you're getting at, b-but
honestly…I don't even know if this is right. I told you before I've forgotten
pretty much everything I need to know about myself. Right now, this current me
is no doubt attracted to you and I can s-see that you're attracted to me too
but I don't know how this works or if it's even supposed to work, like what if
my real me wouldn't be attracted to you, o-or what if I had a girlfriend or
what if I wasn't even attracted to girls! Like, I just, I'm just in a weird
spot in my life right now and you're so much younger than me, I don't know how
much but technically I'm a hundred years old and you're definitely at least a
century younger than me and even if I knew who I was or what I'm supposed to be
feeling I think that it's wrong considering our age gap like it's so weird but
I am attracted to you, don't get me wrong it's just-"
In his rambling, Riju shoved aside his hands, her own clutching the back of his
head as she violently pressed her lips against his.
Link reeled back, trying to retract, but the Gerudo's grip was too strong.
Realizing resistance was truly futile, he relaxed…and realized just how good
her lips felt…how soft they were…how sweet they were…how her smell only made
him want to taste her more.
Before he knew it, Riju was kissing him again, and again, with more passion
than before. His hands found themselves on her hips, her skin electrifying and
tantalizingly silky beneath his touch. And, surprisingly, as Riju continued, he
found himself kissing back. Quite well, as evidenced by Riju's surprised squeal
as a particular kiss made her rear back, soft pants escaping her lips. She
grinned then, eyes hazy.
"Am I still too young for you?"
"I-"
Riju shoved herself forward again, planting another inexperienced kiss on his
mouth before she pulled back again. At this point, the girl was seated in his
lap, arms around his neck. Link couldn't help but ignore the heat between them
at this point, especially in the tight region between his legs…
"Don't answer that," Riju whispered, forehead pressed against his. "I just…I
need this. I want this. I know you do too, Link. From the first moment I saw
you. I want to be a woman, but not only that, I just wantyou."
The words spilling from her lips filled him with a strange concoction of
bashfulness, courage, and lust. Right now, as he lost himself in her warmth and
the intensity of her green eyes, Link didn't know of any other place he wanted
to be.
"Okay I just-"
Riju kissed him again, and Link knew she didn't want any words from him any
longer. She withdrew again, more pants following her lips.
"I want you, Link," she said with almost a whine. He felt her fingers tighten
their hold behind his head. "And I think it's apparent that not only do you
want the same but…" Riju's hand slowly slide from behind his head to his neck,
then down his chest, until her palm rested atop his groin where she applied
just the right amount of pressure to make Link groan, hips instinctively
jerking upwards. She grinned. "…I think it's obvious you need it too. So don't
worry if you've forgotten how all this works…it'll be a first time for both of
us."
"If you sa-"
Instead of her lips, Riju silenced him with her finger.
A lock of her hair fell forward and covered one of her eyes as she sighed, that
sultry grin on her lips again.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're much more attractive when you're silent?"
Link winced.
Riju knew she had gotten her point across.
Then, parting her lips slightly, both hands found themselves behind Link's head
again as her eyes closed, and her face closed into his slowly.
A small splinter of hesitation still lay in him as he tried to succumb to
Riju's advances. Then, over the Gerudo chief's shoulder he saw a faint glimmer
of jade.
He squinted a little before his eyes went wide with shock.
Leaning against the wall opposite from him with a grin very similar to Riju's,
was Urbosa's spirit. Link was about to shout out something but in the split
second he could see her, Urbosa shook her head with a finger to her lips. Then,
she spoke a whisper into Link's head.
"Go for it, kid…you need it."
Her spirit winked, and with that, she dissipated into ethereal smoke.
In an instant, Link felt himself well up with reassurance that right now, his
past self didn't matter. All that truly mattered was the Link now, grasping
Riju in his lap as her lips beckoned for his.
He would deal with the consequences later. He always did.
His eyes refocused on Riju. Then, hungrily, he closed the gap between their
mouths. With his heart beating irregularly and Riju's heat burning into him,
Link decided to not let anything else stop him from this. His hungry kisses
spoke more words than he ever could. Riju giggled at his enthusiasm and
squealed in surprise when his hands gripped her back, bringing her down on top
of his as his mouth danced a tune that he had long forgotten.
Something inside Link had awoken, and it was just getting warmed up.
 
***** Like It *****
Riju could only squirm in delight at the new sensations assailing her. The
voe’s hands were large and calloused; probably freshly hardened, from what she
could deduce. But the amount of time she dedicated to such deductions was but a
mere fraction of a second, he grabbed and roamed across her young skin, roughly
squeezing in ways that made her squeal.
There was no time to think of anything else, of how freshly-hardened Link’s
callouses were as they intimately kissed the virgin softness of her chocolate
skin. Instead, the thrilling excitement of Link’s main freshly-hardened
attraction demanded her focus. Tentatively at first, the young girl grinded
against it, daring to press an upper thigh to feel just how eager the voe was
to deflower her. That tentativeness dissipated as quickly as her thoughts of
his calluses, and soon, in her delighted squirming the girl began to
instinctively grind against it. Her breasts scintillatingly (but mostly
frustratingly) scraped against his hard, chiseled chest from Riju’s newfound
confidence, begging to be free from the cloth separating them from Link’s
touch.
In the midst of his groping, her grinding, her moans were constantly muffled,
released only in very wet, very sloppy-sounding gasps befoe her vocal approval
is once again buried with a hot smack of lips.
Yes, on top of the eager exploration and unabashed expression of his arousal,
Link utterly refused to let go of Riju’s lips. Their kisses when she straddled
his lap were slow, experimental, cautious. Neither of them had any experience
with this. Or at least, if Link did have any experience, he had forgotten it at
the time.
But now…it was obvious that he was either beginning to remember how to steal a
woman’s breath away with his lips, or he was just a very quick learner.
Her small tongue had made the mistake of teasingly tracing the thin softness of
his lips, to which Link had shoved his own past her teeth in response. It was a
strange sensation but after several minutes, Riju was unsure if she wanted to
stop; at this point, she was so familiar with the rough, hot, and wet nature of
his tongue, sucking on it, daring to dance around it wetly with her own pink,
diminutive counterpart, she paid no more mind to how much saliva dribbled out
of the corners of their mouths, how bruised her lips felt, or dangerously, how
she would pull up for gasping intakes of air at the last second, breathing
hotly against Link below her, growing increasingly wet at his eyes burned into
her (savage, hungry, and desperate; things she had never seen in a voe, nor a
vai, much less Link), before she would dip in without another word, letting his
lips take hers, letting his mouth suckle on her small tongue like it was dipped
in the sweetest honey.
Link himself had lost track of how long he had ravished Riju’s small, addicting
mouth. It seemed the perfect fit for his tongue to slip into, and her own
tongue the perfect size for his lips to lewdly savor and suckle on. As a
stimulating bonus, he loved when she would protest, only to prompt him to
slither deeper between her teeth, her resisting groans fleshly resonating
through her tongue.
It had definitely been at least thirty minutes, maybe more. Maybe that was a
bit too much time dedicated to just the union of their lips, but Link would be
lying if he wouldn’t be content swapping dribble and saliva with the young
Gerudo princess all night long. Fortunately his hands, as if on their own, had
another idea of a good time that night.
They had enough of sampling the goods. They wanted meat, the real deal. 
Diving in fingers-first without warning, Link’s hands shoved themselves under
Riju’s skirt. To Link’s sheer delight, there awaited nothing underneath. And to
further his delight, her ass was the perfect fit for his hands as they
viciously, hungrily squeezed. There was enough of her soft flesh to spill
between his fingers, and as he continued, Link suddenly had a desperate need to
bite and gnash at every inch of what his fingers couldn't stop groping.
He felt her body jerk upwards, stopping the rhythm of her grinding, to which
his strong arms shoved her against his crotch, making a new rhythm, making her
grind the way he wanted to, delightfully squeezing her pert little ass all the
while. This time, however, Link made sure to sweep aside her skirt, revealing
her hot, bare little snatch to grind against the ever-hardening rod in his
undergarments. He felt her shudder almost violently when he established the new
grinding, and felt her hot wetness leak and smear into the fabric restraining
his own lust. He grinned when her hips finally began to play along, grinding in
tandem in either instinct or just pure need.
Riju finally broke free of Link’s lips, her small pink tongue slurping out
between them, several strings of saliva connecting their mouths as she panted
once more. She took a wrist and wiped her mouth against the back of it, looking
down at the beast behind Link’s eyes while her own eyes revealed to Link that
she was almost at her breaking point. Goddesses, with the way things were
going, with the grinding of her bare lust against his, the way she looked above
him with her fiery hair swept to one side, lips wet, eyes looking at him with
the most pleading, hungry look he could ever recall seeing, Link could swear he
was almost at his breaking point.
As if she could read his mind, Riju made matters worse: she smirked, lips
curling in that mischievous little curve of her mouth that drove Link insane.
He wanted to say something but she swooped in, taking his defenseless mouth
with vigor. There was a small jingle of the bangles on her arms as her hands
cupped his cheeks. It was her turn to devour him, her lips smacking urgently,
tongue pushing past his and swirling, pushing and spreading more of her saliva
into his mouth than any previous moment of the night. With that, she withdrew,
leaving Link breathless. Even in his hungry state, having the teenage princess
kiss him like that weakened even his strong and weathered arms, leaving them
limp enough for Riju to remove them from her ass, giving her easy access to
stand up from the bed.
Well, “easy” discounting the hands that still limply tried to chain her down
onto his body.
She successfully escaped his grasp, stumbling and giggling for a bit as she
stood before him. Her eyes were smoky and half-lidded, looking at him with the
same lust she had looked at him with when she closed in on his lips the first
time. Riju struggled to catch her breath fully, small pants rustling past her
small, pouty lips.
The sight of her full body on display merely fueled Link’s newfound hunger for
her, newfound hunger to fuck her. His pants were more desperate, passing
through his gritted teeth in large exhales of heat. Riju giggled at the sight,
at how he was obviously holding himself back from tackling her right then and
there and having his filthy way with her tight, developing curves.
But she waited, stood in silence with her warm eyes keeping in full contact
with his, and soon enough, that hunger began to slowly make itself less
apparent. His dilated pupils, near-black, were beginning to show the vibrance
of his blue again. And just as his eyes were receding to their normal state,
Riju could see his hesitance begin to creep back in; the million-words-a-minute
Link was still here.
And, as entertaining and sweet as he was, Riju didn’t want him. She wanted
someone worthy to take her purity, worthy to ravish her body for hours on end,
worthy enough to invite back into her chambers for more nights than just
tonight. She wanted the Hero of legend whose tales of romantic escapades was
literally the stuff of legend.
She knew more about Link and his skill with vai than he did, reading the steamy
stories of the Hylian Champion from memoirs of the several women he had
scandously loved in secret. How much of these written and oral legends (told to
her in hushed excitement by Ashai, Gerudo Town’s resident voe relational
expert) were true didn’t matter to Riju. Because Link himself was supposed to
be just a dusty old legend, and yet here he was in the flesh, ready to give her
the opportunity to finally graduate her status as a girl, and turn her into a
woman.
She just needed the real Link. The one that she saw glimpses of earlier when
her body was rubbing on his, when his tongue desperately swirled and his lips
sucked for hers. She needed that Link fully unleashed on her, with his beastly
fingers, mouth, and manhood tearing her apart.
The thought of it made her bite her lip, which in turn gained a reaction from
the boy sitting in front of her. He gulped, and although his lust was still
running high, she could see that unease still creeping in. If she didn’t do
something soon, he could have second thoughts, or, goddesses forbid, he would
begin to talk.
So of course, Riju prevented such a hindrance by beating him to it.
She purred a sensual moan, grinning that grin she knew he loved so much. He
squirmed a bit, gulping again, and she knew that even at a distance, she had
this silly man wrapped around her finger.
“I see I’ve…awoken something inside you…Link,” she said, finally getting used
to his name after moaning it so much into his mouth. She then furrowed her brow
in faux confusion as her little lips formed a thinking pout, a finger of hers
tapping her mouth as she seemed to think for a moment. “But...something isn’t
quite right.”
Link gave her a questioning tilt of the head, the best he could do in his
current position of staying silent and holding back his undying urge to tackle
her onto the ground.
Riju giggled, not helping his personal crisis in the slightest.
“Awake as you are, Link, it still doesn’t look like it’s enough to satisfy a
Gerudo chief,” she said, finishing the last words of her sentence over her
shoulder as she began to walk over to the table against the wall behind her
covered in refreshments and confectionaries.
Of course, she made sure to add a sway to her walk; petite as she was, Riju was
aware of how noticeable her ass was, and knew how much potential it would have
in capturing Link’s undivided attention.
As she reached the table and began to rummage through fresh and dried fruits,
popping some past her lips, she could already feel her effort find fruit,
Link’s eyes unabashedly burning into her rump. She heard him chuckle a small
chuckle, causing her to turn around.
“What’s so funny?”
To her surprise, Link gave her a grin. It wasn’t exactly the malicious grins
she savored during their time getting to know each other on top of her sheets,
but it was close.
“You can’t know I’m unable to satisfy you by just looking. Why not give me a
chance to prove it to you?”
The boldness Link presented her was a pleasant surprise, and she responded his
grin in kind as she slowly pushed a grape past her lips.
She chewed it slowly, before swallowing with a shake of her head.
“I’d rather be sure that I’m getting the full…” she stopped for a word, eyeing
Link up and down with those eyes of hers again. “…capabilities of a Hylian
Champion than ending up with a sweaty, panting disappointment as my tight body
craves something more…vicious to stretch it out.”
Her choice of words made Link gulp for the umpteenth time, and she gave him an
innocent, childlike smile, popping another grape into her mouth before grabbing
something with her hand and striding back to the bed.
“Buliara, in one of her many lectures to me, imparted caution on selecting the
voe who would eventually deflower me,” Riju said, nonchalantly popping a dried
red berry into her mouth while doing so. Her words that insinuated such mature
and filthy things, were calmly uttered with the casual tone of a girl her age
talking about a stuffed animal collection.  The juxtaposition felt so…taboo,
felt so wrong. And yet it made Link hotter, writhing in his trousers. “Not
caution in regards to the possibility of me getting hurt. On the contrary, she
stressed upon how Gerudo vai, especiallyones of chieftan blood, should be
particularly picky in selecting a voe strong and virile enough to satisfy me.”
She walked closer to Link, her pace slow. The way her flat belly moved drawing
his eye to the cute dimple of her belly button. Riju's hand followed, teasingly
drawing circles around it, as if drawing a target for his tongue to later
trace. 
"A voe who can ensure that I am writhing, screaming, cumming more times than I
can count," she continued. She was biting her lip, and Link was forced to sit
back to try and behold how sexy she was everywhere on her body as opposed to
alternating his gaze between the belly beckoning for his tongue and those
naughty, naughty lips that...also beckoned for his tongue. Riju smiled,
finally, finally closing the distance between them, her skin close enough to
touch. Close enough to bite.
“In other words,” she said, lowering her voice to a whisper as she leaned
forward, her breath familiar to Link now, who was really struggling to hold
back from taking those lips into his again. “I need to find someone who can
really…fuck me harder than any average, puny Hylian would. So I need to make
sure I have the right voe. And just like my mother before me, I really don’t
like leaving things to chance.”
With that, Riju opened her palm, and took out another dried red berry,
delicately grasping it between her forefinger and thumb before bringing it to
Link’s mouth.
He furrowed his brow at her.
“Desert wolfberry. Useless in most recipes due to its overpowering aftertaste,
but also avoided mostly by voe due to its...potent effects on your anatomy.”
Link still looked at her strangely, to which she sighed exasperatedly before
popping it between her lips. In a deft motion, she straddled him, swinging her
hair to one side of her face. With her hands gripping the hair behind his head,
she forced him to look up at him, and shoved her lips onto his.
Instinctively, breaking the restraint he had since her body had last separated
from his, Link desperately kissed her, not bothering to fight back when she
pushed her tongue into his mouth…subsequently swallowing the bury on her tongue
down his throat.
Link’s eyes shot open as he felt it pass through.  
Despite his panic, he returned Riju’s kisses still until she gave one last moan
into his teeth, and pulled back, lips glistening again just like they should
be.
She grinned, and before Link’s hands could grip her hips and force her to stay,
she stepped off the bed.
“The berry has little to no effect on us vai, due to the bodies of Gerudo women
being a little more vital in the arts of reproduction. But you’ll see, Link.
Just how much you truly lust for me, once that little berry reaches you
stomach.”
Link shook his head.
“Riju…nervous as I am, at this point I really don’t think I need a berry to
rail you all night long.”
Riju laughed at that, jewelry on her arms jangling.
“My, my, growing bold are we? And using such language around such a young,
innocent chief like me?”
“Says the young, innocent chief who just asked me to fuck you harder than a
normal Hylian.”
Another laugh that trickled into a giggle.
“We’ll see just how much you can service me, Link. And I expect nothing less
than near-perfection from a Champion.”
With that, the young girl’s hands lay themselves flat at her sides before
slowly, her fingers still pressed against her body along the entire way, they
began to slip upwards. As if music was playing just for her, her body also
began to move. She added a smirk with the little swirls of her little hips to
accompany the main attraction of her arms, keeping the movement of her waist
gyrating slowly.
 Across the smoothness of her stomach, over her ribcage, and finally, her
fingers clasped the bottom hem of her top. She paused her, looking at Link’s
gaze, feeling it burn into her chest. She could already see his pupils dilating
again, turning black, turning blacker than “a sand seal’s eyes prior to a sun
bask,” if she was to use Buliara’s words describing voes in heat.
Then, torturously and teasingly, her arms began to slowly lift.
The cloth of her top slowly crumpled with the upwards progression. She felt a
soft tension as her breasts caught onto the fabric until the bottom cleavage of
her chest peaked out into the torchlight. Link’s gaze was absolutely electric
now. She could almost hear the fabric being squeezed with his dead man’s grip
as finally, she lifted her arms in one motion, and threw the black top at
Link’s face. Link caught it with his hand, carelessly throwing it over his
shoulder; nothing would intrude with the sight Riju had set up for him. And
what a sight it was.
Her dainty breasts slightly jiggled into the air of the room, nipples a dark
pink, pebbly and firm.  Riju resumed the slight side-to-side sway of her hips,
arms meanwhile going through her fiery locks. Link could feel his heart
hammering, seeing her chest bared in such a way, the creamy mocha swirl of her
young skin completely bared and just begging for his tongue; from her smooth
armpits down to that belly button of hers that resembled a sweet node of candy,
Riju was absolutely mouthwatering.
And when she lowered her hand over her breasts, letting her nipples peek
through her childish fingers before those fingers smoothed over the undulations
of her stomach, Link near tore his tunic off his body, baring his own skin to
her eyes. He was almost sweating. His breaths were pants.
In his lust, a growing heat that began to truly possess his mind, merely
enhanced by the sweet and carnal poison of the desert wolfberry, he didn’t
notice the small amount of blush on Riju’s cheeks as she continued her filthy,
beautiful dance.
This was her first time dancing for a voe, which was a nervewracking fact by
itself. The little jerks of her belly and sensuous curling of her waist were
all derived from the traditional Gerudo ceremonial dances, her muscle memory
following the strict guidelines Buliara had hammered into her as she practiced
for hours. She used to despise memorizing movements, twisting her body in
uncomfortable, sometimes embarrassing positions for the sake of tradition. With
her annoyance, her perception of dancing was always that it was just another
chore, responsibility of being thrust into the role of chief after her mother’s
passing.
But now, as she utterly controlled Link’s gaze, his very spirit, feeling his
eyes hungrily follow a bead of sweat that slowly traversed her skin from the
valley of her budding breasts, down across the tautness of her belly…Riju
enjoyed every second of her movements. Now, her dance didn’t feel mechanical or
strict, she merely let her hips speak for her as she kept twisting, kept
gyrating, imagining that she wasn’t a few feet away from the hunky treat on her
bed, but actually gyrating onto his hard muscle.
All of that naughty excitement as her arms kept slowly undressing her,
revealing her bareness inch by inch.
Then, in the middle of her enjoyment, Riju came upon a small epiphany of sorts,
one that made her smile in a small bout of pride. She was dancing for a voe,
giving him a private audience. That fact should have been nerve-wracking by
itself, but on top of that, she was also stripping naked in front of a voe, and
the Hylian Champion of legend no less…
With that realization, Riju grinned wider (hiding the pride under the guise of
lustful delight) that maybe she truly did possess the nerve to be a chief. And,
as crazy a notion as it was, in the back of her mind she felt sure that if Riju
told her, Buliara would be proud of her too.
But of course, such rational thought shifted again as her small hands rubbed
over the sensitive nodes of her nipples, sparking that animalistic need for a
voe’s touch.
Whether it was her natural attraction for him or the effects of the berry on
her young, pubescent body, Riju was much too horny to even care about shame or
fear or nervousness or shame at this point. The small blush on her cheek was
attributed to only a small and childish residue of embarrassment. Embarrassment
she was sure would instantly dissipate once she was in Link’s arms again,
riding whatever he had in store for him beneath his trousers.
Before either party grew completely mad with impatience, Riju’s hands set up
for the final leg of her visual foreplay.
The fingers that she had smooth over her naked breasts, the fingers she brought
to her lips to trace a small trail of spittle down the middle of her stomach,
they finally settled on their final destination: the knot that held her skirt.
She looked at Link again, volumous red curls practically glowing as bright as
the wide seductive yet innocent gaze she burned into him. She suddenly noticed
something snap inside him as her fingers ever-so-slowly undid the knot, both
parties knowing exactly what waited underneath the fabric.
Link’s state was deteriorating rapidly. The dance was enough to have him
panting, but all at once, the berry’s juice was flowing through his veins,
increasing his lust for the writhing little minx in front of him tenfold.
Before Riju could undo her skirt, he stood. With a violent growl his buckle was
undone, button popped off, and trousers clattering to the ground before kicked
aside.
Riju’s eyes widened as he stood there, stark naked; he had slid down his
undergarments with the trousers in one go. What met her eyes as she paused her
admiration of his muscles and looked southward a few more inches made her heart
skip a beat, and the teasing routine of her fingers lose its tempo. With an
unceremonious jerk her fingers finally undid the knot completely and the skirt
fell at her feet, just like Link’s trousers. But Riju didn’t even feel the
shame or bareness of being completely nude in front of a voe for the first
time.
No, her eyes were still transfixed on Link’s throbbing, needing prick.
And with every step, it got closer to her, closer, closer.
Link was holding himself back with all his might at this point; the sight of
Riju, vulnerable and completely nude, breasts ready for his lips and his teeth,
her completely smooth snatch absolutely moist and dripping its arousal down her
succulent thighs, Link was ready to feast.
And fortunately for him as Riju stepped forward, pushing her body against his,
pulling his lips into her reaching tongue, a feast was exactly what the chief
wanted to give.
 
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