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“I’m so glad that you decided to accompany me, little one.”
The Prince, for whatever reason, was being particularly charming this evening. His demeanour was genuine, soft and warm, and his hand delicately clutched yours, enclosing your fingers in his palm. He'd greeted you at the entryway of the Domain, practically catching you in his arms when you floated down on your glider.
The sun had begun to set when you arrived, having jumped at the chance to spend time with the Prince, his father, and the beautiful, elegant citizens of the Domain.
Since your initial meeting with the Prince, wherein he'd terrified and copulated the sense out of you, he had continued to be his rather mysterious self after your encounter. You hadn't had many other opportunities to spend time with Prince Sidon, but the few times you did, he simply enchanted you. Beneath the princely bravado and bratty ego he showed when he'd seduced you, he was a very gentle soul inside. In fact, the two of you were fascinated with one another. You'd grown considerably close, and despite the sour attitude that the elders of Zora's Domain were stubborn to challenge, you felt safe enough being there, because their Prince was full of adoration for you, and staunchly shut down any toxicity they muttered among themselves.
By now, the Prince had proven to you plenty that his love for you extended beyond the way he shamelessly fetishised Hylians. You were attractive, of course, and the most beautiful creature the royal Zora had ever laid eyes on, but he swooned over your skills, your remarkable quick-thinking that got you out of dangerous situations with ease, and the many accomplishments you'd made. Yes, you were truly the greatest Hylian, and his most treasured friend for all time.
"The Domain is so remarkable, Your Highness." Your free hand smoothed over the silvery surface of the walls that encased the corridor you were both stepping down, your footsteps echoing among the gently dripping water that streamed down the cracks in the large stones that formed the steps. "So much of it I've never seen before. It's so much bigger than it looks on the outside."
"That's right!" The Prince gave you a pleased grin, his fangs sparkling just for a second, but it was long enough for an angular rainbow reflection to briefly slip across the curve of the walls. "As well as serving as studies and libraries, some of these chambers are used as shelters in the case of an invasion. One of the biggest challenges we regularly face is making sure that the children can find their way around. Luckily, it doesn't take them too long to pick up the lay-out of the Domain."
"Maybe you should create maps for them?" You replied, half-joking. The Prince chuckled and squeezed your hand affectionately, grinning down at you.
"Capital idea, my friend. I'll pass it on to our cartographer."
"If you do, make sure you confirm that I'll get a share of the patent profits."
The two of you continued your little venture, and you noticed that the corridor gradually darkened. Each luminescent lantern dimmed considerably, and you found it more and more difficult to see where you were going.
“Fret not, we’re almost there. Keep your hand on the wall.” Using the wall to guide you through the darkness, you were steered by the Prince through the damp murkiness. You shivered at the cold air as it whooshed past you, and you’d have liked to have rubbed your arms to warm yourself, but you didn’t want to let go of your guide and get lost.
Eventually, a half-oval of warm light appeared in your midst, and as you approached, you saw that it opened out into a grand antechamber. Over the echoing rings of water dripping from stone to stone, from ceiling to floor, you could faintly hear voices. “Here we are.” The Prince’s soft rumble came in the darkness.
When the two of you stepped into the chamber, you smiled meekly at the small group of Zora who were waiting, and each of them bowed and gave you a warm smile in return. You recognised a few of them, most of them were soldiers in the Zora Guard. “My friends!” Sidon beamed, cheerfully greeting all of them with a hug. The Zora all laughed and hugged their Prince back, obviously used to his informal behaviour when not in the presence of the elders or King Dorephan.
As you briefly chatted with each of the Zora, you took the time to look around the chamber. It was a warmly lit area, the stone ceiling curved like the wine cellars of Hyrule Castle, but by no means cramping the space. Warm lanterns hung from silver hooks dotted around the circumference of the chamber, and the furniture was lavish and opulent, all velvet and gold decadence. You raised your eyebrows, for it was very different to the furniture seen in the surface of the Domain. Through the misty air, you could pick up on the soft and sweet hints of a fragrance. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but it was gentle and flowery, and made you feel relaxed and comfortable. You even stopped worrying about why the Prince had been eager to show you this part of the Domain.
“Now everyone, I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy evening schedules to attend tonight.” The Prince addressed the group in the chamber. Whilst you were at his side, you felt him squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. “As you may have gathered, our lovely Hylian friend here has become… well-acquainted, with myself.”
You blushed fiercely, glaring at the Prince as he threw you a dirty wink and a sparkling grin. The soldiers scoffed. One of them put their hands on their hips. “You aren’t that polite or courtly, Your Highness. I’ll bet you just helped yourself to them, right?”
The other soldiers nodded whilst chuckling. The Prince tilted his head at the one who spoke up and waved his hand dismissively. “It’s your choice if you want to keep this opportunity, friend.”
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, sensing the tension. But as soon as it had manifested, it vanished, once the Prince beamed at the group again.
Sidon took your hand and pulled you to join him on the grand bergère. It was evidently designed to seat one, but you were so small next to the royal Zora that you sat next to him with ease. You tried to ignore the flurry of excitement you felt at sitting beside the Prince of Zora’s Domain, especially in front of a group of people. Oddest of all, you didn’t feel out of place, or uncomfortable there.
“I’ve called today’s meeting for a reason of which I’m sure you’re all aware. Today, I’ll give a demonstration of how best to make a little Hylian happy.”
It sounded innocent enough.
But perhaps the one time when it was most crucial to see it, you’d missed the golden sparkle in his eyes, the one that betrayed the shark prince’s intentions.
“Would you care to let me demonstrate, my friend?”
The Prince held his hand to you, palm open and inviting. You were silent for a minute, feeling your heart pound as the penny dropped.
“In… In front of everyone, you want to…?”
“You aren’t shy now, are you?”
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. The Prince chuckled and brought his face close to yours. “Answer me, dear.” His voice was low, and sweet, but you shivered. Like before, there was that edge to his tone. Icy. You swallowed.
“I am, Your Highness, if I’m honest. This is unexpected, and it’s embarrassing.”
Sidon withdrew, and nodded. “You’re right, your pretty little self has probably never experienced the headiness nor debauchery of a Zora rut.”
Your eyes widened with shock. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, don’t mind me, friend. In that case, we’ll keep it simple. If at any point you feel even slightly overwhelmed, or uncomfortable, just let me know. Or…” The Prince trailed off, with a slight grin and glance to the side. “If you’re unable to speak, tug on my sash. Will you remember that?”
You nodded.
“Would you like me to demonstrate to the others?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” You replied, at least relieved that the Royal Zora was putting your safety and comfort above everything. Despite his bratty nature and dubious intentions, he was a good person inside. With a kiss to your forehead, the Prince turned back to everyone.
“Consent, as I’m sure I don’t need to remind you all, is the most important factor throughout. In any kind of intimacy, or joint engagement, consent must be given and made clear.”
His tone suddenly dropped to that icy chill, and it made your blood go cold. You didn’t need to face him to detect the steely gaze he had on the others. “Should any word come to me that anyone in my court violated the consent of another, I shall not only banish you from the Domain, I will drag you out and gut you myself. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir!” The Zora responded in unison. The chamber was eerily quiet for a minute, and you squeezed Sidon’s hand to soothe him. Taking a deep breath, the shark resumed his usual peaceful tone.
“Now then, as you may have already gathered, Hylians are very vulnerable. Skilled and resilient and capable as they are, physically, they are easily injured. We Zora are much stronger. It is essential that our movements are softer and more gentle.”
Sidon pulled you closer, grasping your hands. The Zora watched intently as he guided you onto his lap, holding your hands out so that your body was on view. “As with Zora, all of their internal organs are here.” A free hand gestured down your torso. “But unlike Zora, Hylians don’t experience frenzies or ruts. It’s usually a one-on-one experience.”
“You say that like you’ve got a lot of experiences yourself, Your Highness.” You said with a frown, looking at the ground in front of you, unable to meet the gaze of the Zora. The Prince chuckled deeply behind you. “That’s a story for another day, dear.”
“Hylia, you’re so immoral.” You grimaced. Sidon ignored you and spoke up.
“There are many things a Hylian might enjoy to get in the mood for intimacy. Being so soft, and so warm, their bodies are perfectly pliable and perfect for loving up before any serious activity takes place.” Your jaw was softly tilted to the side to meet the glowing gold of Sidon’s eyes. “A lot of Hylians like to kiss and be kissed. Like so.” His lined eyes fell shut and he gave you a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth. As the touch sent warm shivers through you, you leaned in to return the kiss, making it deeper. Sidon growled softly at your neediness and as he cupped your face in his hands, he broke away to speak to you between kisses, loudly enough for the others to hear. “You like that, dearest? How about a little bite? Perhaps my tongue?”
You panted and drew in heated breaths as your lips parted to let out your little pink tongue, so tiny compared to the Zora’s, as it sweetly licked at yours before slipping wetly into your mouth, flattening down yours and making you whimper. The wet, messy sounds filled the air and intensified your blush, as you felt Sidon’s claws comb through your hair gently, catching every breath you had.
“Hylia, this is hot.” You heard one of the guards quietly admit to another, who grunted in agreement.
With wet bubbling from your lips, the Prince pulled away, grinning at the trails of saliva joining your lips. You heaved in a few deep breaths, already sweating and dragging a hand across your brow.
“Oh, that’s one thing I must point out. Hylians need to breathe, of course!”
The guards laughed warmly in response, their eyes full of adoration at your panting, messy form. So undone already, and the Prince hadn’t even done anything more than kiss you.
“Hylians like to be kissed in different places. Would you let me show them, friend?”
Almost instantly, you arched your neck so it became accessible to the Prince, and he purred as he felt your pulse thrum beneath his tongue, sensing the zip of your blood around your body. “Your Hylian might let you bite them. Be careful. You’re biting for their pleasure, not their demise.”
Your eyes cracked open to meet that loving gaze. “May I?” All you had to do was nod, and your throat was met with the hot, wet kisses of the Prince, and when his fangs glided over your flesh, you whined loudly and ground yourself down against him. The movement stirred delight in the Prince and he laughed as he bit down on your neck, enough to let his fangs break the skin and form a circle of marks in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, beading with blood. Pain bloomed sharply down your collarbone, through every nerve in your chest, swelling in your shoulder, hot and vicious. You shuddered to imagine what Sidon’s true bite could do if he exerted full force. Shatter your bones? Burst your throat open? The shark growled and dropped his voice to a whisper in your ear. “Yes, my love, you have no idea how good your blood tastes, how hard it is for me to refrain from bleeding you dry and consuming every drop.”
“Try it and I’ll gash your throat in your sleep.” You snarled through clenched teeth, squirming when his claws grasped your hip to keep you in place. The Prince laughed heartily, and his other hand clasped both of your wrists together, holding them up above your head. “That’s my darling, always a little spark. But hold still for our audience. Now we move on.”
You squeezed your eyes shut when the Prince suddenly rolled up the hem of your tunic, and the cool, damp air touched your skin, fighting against the burning in your cheeks. You couldn’t bear to open your eyes to see those belonging to the Zora soldiers as they gazed luridly at your chest. You heard the sharp intake of breath some of them took below the Prince’s cold snicker. His fingers splayed out around your chest, deliberately avoiding your buds.
“Hylians possess these interesting ducts. When a Hylian is expecting a child, the areas around these ducts will swell and fill with nutrition for their young.” You started when the Prince’s golden claws gently pinched the soft flesh around your nipples. “Be careful when touching this area,” He warned his fellow Zora. “Like the rest of a Hylian, it is soft and vulnerable.”
The observing Zora nodded in acknowledgement. Prince Sidon grinned with that sparkle in his eye as he turned you towards him so he could lower himself. “But, there is so much you can do with it.”
His hot breath swept over your chest and you could see how wet his lips were as they softly pulled back to reveal the bottom row of jagged fangs. If you flinched at any point, you could be cut. You swallowed and did your best to hold still as the Prince’s thumbs slid down the gentle curve of your chest, lightly nudging each soft bud until they responded by firming up.
“See how they’re hardened now?” Another nod from the six guards. “This means your Hylian is enjoying it.” The Prince looked up at you, and you almost melted at the deliberately sweet and soft smile at his face, completely masking his sinister nature. “Is this good, my darling?”
Any answer you could have given was drowned out with a cry; the Prince didn’t wait, and instead moved in to lavish his tongue into your left bud. Flattening it against the puckered flesh, the Prince was so careful and soothed you by rubbing your back in soft circles. You arched and gave him the chance to seal his mouth around your flesh with a purr, now sucking tenderly. Bliss made your head swim and drop back, warmth spreading through your chest and down your stomach to burn between your thighs.
The Prince’s stocky arms closed around you to hold you close, and you rested your head atop his crest, panting and trying not to humiliate yourself further. You daren’t open your eyes to look into those of your audience, it would be too shameful. Instead, you whimpered as the Prince drew back from your left side, now giving the right the same treatment. Your thighs pressed together at the mixed sounds of the Prince’s deep groan and the wetness from the suction, saliva running hotly down to your navel.
“Are they… feeding you now, Your Highness?” One of the Zora piped up.
With a thoughtful hum, the Prince pulled away, and you tried not to look at the thick trails of saliva he left, or the darkening of your flesh, or the soft ring of fang-marks around each side. “No, not now. As I mentioned before, only when a Hylian is with child does it happen. This one can’t, anyway. It’s still just as fun though.” Sidon bit his lip with a sly smile at you, before turning to address the small group. “Would any of you like a turn? I hate to keep this treasure all to myself. I can be a kind prince, after all.” That’s what made you wince. He fully knew he was a spoiled, decadent Zora and he exploited his power any chance he got.
The other Zora glanced at each other, and you noticed the soft indigo of their blushing faces betray their desire. One of them stepped forward, a black Zora decked in silver, bowing his head. “Ah Captain Bazz, you’re intrigued?” Sidon beamed and held out his hand, gesturing for the Zora to approach. He nodded and bowed to you with a soft smile. “Come, see for yourself just how wonderful they are.” The Prince rumbled.
“May I?” The Zora Captain spoke huskily, kneeling down before you on the Prince’s lap. He was considerably taller than you, yet nowhere near the height of His Highness. With an embarrassed smile, you nodded, now noticing the cool and dried trails on your skin from the Prince’s mouth. Bazz cupped your chest in his palms, his breathing growing heavy, and his eyes closed as he drew his mouth to a firm bud. He rolled it on his tongue, groaning throatily at your musky flavour, before relaxing against you, suckling the way an infant might be nursed. You sighed, your neck releasing tension as your head dropped back again through your raised arms, and this time the Prince gazed at you softly, leaning down to kiss you deeply, filling your mouth with his hot, heavy tongue. The slick wet sounds of his tongue against yours matched with the soft swirling of Bazz’ tongue and the working pull of his mouth was setting you on fire inside. When the Prince pulled up for air, his saliva dripped down your throat to soak your front.
After a minute, the Captain shifted and released your bud with a pop, licking his lips. “So soft, so sweet.” He whispered lovingly, looking up at you. Standing up, the Zora Captain waved at the others. “I encourage you all to experience this Hylian’s remarkable body, please, come on up!” You squirmed and stammered, turning to the Prince for reassurance, and he kept up that lovely grin as he held aside your hands.
Your heart pounded in your head and chest and throat as each Zora took a few minutes to experience and appreciate your chest. Some of them were gentle like Bazz, softly and sweetly laving each nipple with their tongue, others were more eager and lurid, sucking thickly and leaving garish marks and fang prints when they pulled away. You weren’t sure how many of them had kissed you deeply either before or after touching your chest, but each time, the Prince’s fingers had gently grasped the nape of your neck to keep your head back and in place. Your chest was heaving and sore, and wet with saliva. The guards had composed themselves and stood before you again, but you noticed their blushing, and the way they shifted and gripped their legs together.
“Was that fun, my dear?”
“Yes, Your Highness, that was really something else.”
“Good. Now, onto more advanced acts.”
With your tunic hitched up, the Prince made relatively light work of your leggings. They slid down your thighs, and your undergarments joined them. “Part your legs, my lovely.” Doing as you were asked, ducking your head down, the Zora helped you by grasping a thigh with each hand, spreading them in full view. “Gaze now upon a Hylian, my friends.”
Your arousal couldn’t be concealed anymore. It throbbed between your thighs, weeping, twitching with each shuddering breath you took. Your eyes fell shut with your shame and as your hands came to conceal yourself, your wrists were suddenly lassoed together expertly with a tightly drawn golden cord – the one that usually adorned the Prince’s epaulets. Just like before, he was using it to craftily restrain you. You struggled against his tugs, but he soon proved it was useless, for his full strength could tear your arms out of your sockets. Barely a flick of the wrist was too much for you to fight against.
Holding the cord with one hand, like a puppet master restraining their marionette, the Zora used his free hand to touch between your legs, cupping you and feeling your warmth spread in his palm. Softly dragging his fingers across your sex made your body respond, and you wetly seeped against his claws, making them sparkle even more. Prince Sidon shushed you gently as you squirmed and tried not to grind down against his invasive hand. He was toying with you too much, now he was shamelessly exploiting his power.
Of course, being the brat he was, he didn’t stop at letting his audience witness every way he was breaking you apart softly, stirring up your arousal and threatening to push you over the edge. You tried to hold back your sounds of euphoria, filling the damp air with your panting and whimpering. Your face was burning so much, you wondered how you were even still conscious.
“See that, my friends? See how easy it is to bring them to the top? And how fun it is to withhold from them what they’re needing?”
Bazz shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. He kept his eyes on yours, looking slightly unsettled. “Yes, my Prince, they’re clearly loving every second of it. But aren’t you being cruel? Is it not better to give them what they’re chasing after?”
Prince Sidon briefly let go of you between the legs and let his tongue crudely slither over his fingers, lapping up the fluid you seeped. The cool air that hit you there made your eyes open and you swallowed as you felt two hot points touching you lightly at the bottom of your lower back. They too, were weeping.
“You may be right, my dear Captain. But you can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this view? I know you too well.” The Prince opened his golden eyes and gazed at his Captain, before briefly sweeping over the other Zora, grinning as he saw them all trying to conceal their own arousals, not quite able to meet his glare. “I know you all. You’ll be retiring to the water tonight with thoughts in your heads of having this Hylian beneath you. You’ll be wanting to fuck them until dawn.”
No one responded, but one of them did nod their heads.
“Don’t be ashamed, my friends. Quite frankly, no one could blame you. And it seems that they’re also having too much fun.” Wanting to reassure the Zora, you lifted your head and nodded as best you could in your blissful state.
“His Highness is right, you don’t need to worry. I want you to listen to him.”
The Prince sweetly kissed your forehead and his hand returned to hold apart your thighs. “So why resist? They want to be worshipped. They deserve to be worshipped.”
As you dripped down your legs, each Zora came closer until they were huddled around you on the Prince’s lap. Together, they touched and groped your sex, grunting softly at your warmth, the softness of your skin, the scent of your desire.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful.”
“No wonder the Prince loves you so much, little Hylian.”
“Please stay here with us. You’re so precious, so magical.”
With their kind, adoring words, and so many hands and deft fingers exploring you, you were beginning to lose it. When one of them made his feelings known by pressing his lips to your arousal and sucking the juicy flesh there, tongue digging into every soft crease of your sex, you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your body convulsed and your arousal burned, your secretions dripping down his chin as you cried and swore violently.
The Zora hummed appreciatively and lapped at you, swirling the taste of you on his tongue. “Goddess above, what a miracle you are.” He murmured.
“It’s your lucky day, my friend.” Came an amused, warm rumble behind and above you.
You exclaimed as the Prince shifted you on his lap, the remains of your release trailing onto his thick thigh, as one of his hands lifted to his jaw in thought. “You made my little lovely cum on your tongue. I’m rather jealous that you got their flavour all to yourself.”
The guard let out a surprised noise as he was suddenly tugged forward and kissed deeply by the shark prince. You had been made to arch over when the Prince had leaned over you, and although you were cramped and uncomfortable, you managed to look up to see the deep blush on the silver Zora’s face, and the way his eyes fell shut as the Prince’s tongue slithered into his mouth. He moaned at the taste of your release spreading onto it, and for a second, you felt a pang of jealousy in yourself too.
You diverted your attention to the burning hot, throbbing shape pressing into your lower back, and you noticed that every so often, a drip of wetness met your skin, trickling down your hip. You tried to twist around to see the Prince’s engorged arousal properly, and when its owner noticed you taking a peek, he released his grip on the ropes, pulled back and scooped you up in his arms, setting you on the floor at the foot of the chair. You blushed hotly, because this was the closest you’d actually been to the Prince’s arousal. Between his thighs, a glossy, reddened, throbbing shaft jutted upright, splitting halfway up into two tapered ends. You could hear the pulse in their veins, and at the tips, each leaked a pearly, sticky, trail of seed. Your mouth watered shamefully and Sidon chuckled. “Yes, take a good look, my darling. This is what you want, isn’t it?”
He took your face in his hands and brought you closer, and both claspers generously dribbled their pre on your face as he bumped each tip against your cheeks lightly. Upon instinct, your mouth opened and your tongue slipped out. The Prince groaned softly at the heat of your breath, and he shuddered as your tongue glided between each clasper, the salty and musky flavour making itself known. You weren’t sure if what you were tasting included sweat, do Zora even sweat at all?
The wonder instantly left your mind when a large warm hand graces the back of your head, claws carefully sifting through your hair. The claspers pulled away from your tongue, the soft pressure of their sides gone, leaving a trail of residue on your lips. Your mouth was gently eased open by the Prince’s thumb, claw lightly dragging on your tongue, and your eyes fell shut when the slick, hot, pointed tips replaced his thumb. You coughed slightly at the stretch, and your face flushed when you could feel the golden gaze of the Prince on you. You swallowed and tried to restrain the tears welling up in your eyes when his tips nudged the back of your throat. Around you, the gasps and hisses of the watching Zora swept over you, sending chills down your spine.
“They’re so amazing…”
“I’m so jealous. We can’t do that ourselves, but Hylians can.”
“Look, they’re taking His Highness so effortlessly…”
You weren’t too sure about the truth of that comment. From their perspective, potentially, but you could tell you were having to exert a lot of effort to fit the Prince’s beautiful arousal in your throat. As saliva dribbled down your chin and wet the upholstery, you could see the silvery soft gleam of the Prince’s muscled stomach ripple as he gently pulsed his lower body forward, edging the pointed tips further and groaning luridly, a purr rolling off the end of his tongue. His claws tightened in your hair and he used the leverage to guide you down. When you thought you couldn’t go any further, you coughed and the Prince withdrew, knowing it was your limit.
“There there, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”
You melted at his words, and he leaned back with one hand behind his head as he grinned at the other Zora. “I hope you can all see now…” He trailed off with another groan. “How wonderful Hylians are, how lovely and perfect and tight they are…”
“Tight, Your Highness?”
“Oh yes, very much so, my Captain. You should feel the way this one’s throat is taking my cocks so well.”
It was impossible for you to take him down to the root, but he didn't force you or coerce you. Instead he admired the sight of you beneath him, lips swollen and eyes tearful, seeing you strain to swallow around him, hair mussed up in his claws, and the way he could see your throat bulge in and out as he fucked it slowly. "Little one, there's nothing I'd like more right now than to fill your stomach with my enriched seed."
At his lewd words, you whined and ached to relieve the familiar burning throb between your legs, but you couldn't. The Prince wouldn't allow it.
"As much as I would love that, and I'm sure my friends here would love to see your pretty body carrying my release..."
The Zora enthusiastically nodded and grinned to themselves, some urging you on. But Sidon surprised you all by pulling you off his arousal. It slid effortlessly out, leaving your jaw aching and clicking slightly when you swallow the sticky mix of saliva and pre the Prince had left on your tongue. "I think they would love it more to see me fuck your insides and dirty them, instead."
Dragging the back of a hand over your mouth, you looked up at the Prince's lurid gaze, knowing full well how much he got off to the sight of you looking so debauched and ruined. You couldn't even speak very well, and any words you formed came out as a husky, watery whisper. You'd never heard yourself sound like that before, even when sick and feverish.
"Yes please, Your Highness," You panted, hands touching your Prince's thighs, emboldened by his loving gaze on you. "I'm ready now, I think."
"Hylia, their voice is ruined."
"The Prince did that. Hylians are that vulnerable? Can we make Hylians sound like that too?"
The lewd mutterings made your ears tinge and turn downwards in shame, but you soon forgot about them, once you were lifted into the Prince's arms again. "Of course you can." He replied to the whispering soldiers. "It's easy to. You can make Hylians create all sorts of magnificent sounds. Now I'll show you how to make them sing the most beautiful song you'll ever hear in your lives."
Once the Prince had you cradled in his arms, he stood up, and turned to lay you down in the bergère. It was damp and warm from when Sidon had been seated in it, but the soft velvet against your skin felt fantastic. The chair was big enough for you to be practically reclining on it, your calves resting against the edge. You suppressed the urge to snuggle into the warmth of the upholstery.
"Can you all gather around, please?" The Prince beckoned his observers forward, and they placed themselves around the bergère. Bazz and two of the others lovingly caressed your face as they did, the others beamed at you with adoration in their catlike eyes. "Perfect." The Royal Zora loomed over you, and with all Zora eyes on you, you realised how incredibly small you were compared to them.
"Watch carefully, my friends. This is the showstopper."
He leaned down to kiss you deeply, giving you several, briefly darting his tongue between your lips and deeply inhaling your scent. His gills flared, and you shivered as between your legs, you felt that familiar muscular weight.
"You're so perfect, my love." The Prince purred gently. "I'm the luckiest Prince in all of Hyrule, you know."
"Your Highness, I'm just..." Even though Sidon was close enough for your view to be taken up with him, you still felt the burning eyes of the Zora around you. "As daft as this sounds, this is embarrassing."
You looked down shamefully, feeling the heat in your cheeks spread across your face. But then one of your hands was clasped by Bazz. Looking up at him, he smiled at you kindly. Another Zora did the same with your other hand, clutching your little fingers in his.
The Prince smiled at his friends, looking back down at you, with no hint of malice or expectation in his eyes.
"If you want to stop here, then that's absolutely fine, darling. You've done so much already. This is no easy feat, yet you have done brilliantly well."
"And I want to continue," You began, thinking for a minute to find your words. "I just hope it's as enjoyable for everyone else too."
The Zora's hearts could have exploded from how caring and considerate you were. Bazz spoke up.
"We just want you to feel good, sweet one. That's all we could ever ask for."
The surrounding Zora nodded in agreement, beaming at you warmly to show that they agreed.
"The Captain is right, friend!"
"All we want is to see how we can worship you and all Hylians."
"Will you let our Prince show us?"
Feeling reassured and braver with their affections, you smiled genuinely back, and nodded. "Yes, I will."
"You're sure, love?"
The warm voice of the Prince swept over you, and you swore in that moment you fell in love. "Yes, Your Highness. I want this."
Once again, you were gifted that lovely sparkle of his fangs as he grinned. He then startled you by grasping your ankles and lifting you so that your legs rested against his shoulders. You blushed deeply, for from this angle, they could see everything. This position exposed everything, and your flushed sex throbbed shyly, on display.
"What a lovely Hylian you are, dear."
You couldn't give a verbal response, for suddenly the Prince's index and middle finger slipped onto your tongue, letting your saliva thickly coat them.
"Every time I see you, I'm reminded of what a good choice I made."
You squirmed and arched your back when the Prince withdrew his digits and wetly rubbed them into your entrance, which was puffy and slick. The Zora watched closely as the Prince briskly prepared you, though the previous acts had done plenty a good job to arouse you enough.
And then you felt the press of those two tips into you, and with your legs balanced against the Zora's shoulders, he was able to slip into you easily. Your head fell back and you cried out beautifully. The other Zora gasped with fascination as you continued the melody with each inch of their Prince's arousal into your snug, warm body. It was harmonised by the wet, sticky sounds your opening made as it split to accept more of him, the Prince leaning down to swallow your moans, tenderly bringing your sweat-soaked hair from your eyes. He was so deep in you, and beneath your sounds of euphoria, you could feel and hear the richness of his purring.
It burned, it always does, but the Prince granted you opportunity to adjust.
"You must give them time," He huffed to the other Zora, voice strained with the obvious effort of having to refrain from ravaging you senseless. "Don't break or hurt them. Your Hylian's comfort is the most important thing."
Drawing in heavy breaths, your eyes cracked open. Everything was fuzzy in the amber light, unfocusing and hazy, but you felt the way your abdomen stretched slightly tight, and you knew that you carried within you the Prince's impressive claspers. You felt their weight, the way they pulsed and throbbed in you, and it became more evident how deep they were when one of the Zora laid their hand on your stomach gently.
"You're really... so deep in them, Your Highness..." He said in awe.
Sidon chuckled and shifted to prop himself on his elbows, watching you closely. "Shall we begin, my dear?"
Feverishly, you nodded. The fire within you was being stoked, and you couldn't run from it now, you'd gone too far. You needed him to send it up.
With little effort, the lengths were wetly pulled out, so that the tips left in, keeping you stretched for him. You held your breath as he pushed back in just as smoothly as he'd pulled out. Your body was pushed gently into the bergère with the Royal Zora's weight, and your mouth was open wide to draw in as much breath as you could.
Above you, Sidon kept his lurid gaze on you, grinning devilishly, as his movements picked up and became steadily more frantic. Bazz and the other guards cooed and fawned over you as they watched your body receive the force of their future ruler's drive. You wondered if your insides would bruise.
Every few seconds, your breath was swallowed by the kiss of the Prince, or one of the watching Zora. Once you felt your lungs burning, you pulled away to breathe, and the sounds you made were so erotic that the Zora groaned in harmony with you as they watched the Prince fuck you deeply.
"See what I meant, my friends?" He growled, voice deep and feral, no longer keeping up the posh front he usually spoke in. "See how easy it is to ruin a little Hylian? They're so desperate for our cocks, so addled for us to rearrange their insides, so amorous for us to bloat them with our seed until they squirm and can't handle any more." His words made your cheeks burn, but it was the truth. Everything he was describing about Hylians, you were embodying, and you played up to it by keening and writhing and dancing on the Prince's claspers. At one point, he lifted away and held your ankles together in a raised grasp, making you fuck yourself on him for the others to see.
And they saw.
They refrained from touching themselves, not wanting to put that much on you, but they graciously kissed and touched you. Bazz stroked your jaw gently whilst two of the Zora returned their mouths to your nipples, lavishly sucking and rolling them around their tongues. Hands slipped down between your legs to cup and grasp and fondle you. All over your body was sensation, and ecstasy flowed within your veins and nerves like electricity. You felt dazed, adored, worshiped, godlike, admired by those around you, and you absolutely adored every second of it. In your frenzy you laid your sounds on thickly to drive the Prince and your voyeurs wild.
"Yes, my beloved, you recall now why you come back to see me?" As he trailed off, the Prince's hips dropped against yours, making your body swallow all of him, making you jut back and cry. "It's because you know you can't live without me. You're rotten and decadent beneath your soft and sweet smile. And you need me to remind me of how sick you are, how nothing else in Hyrule, not even others of your own kind, can satisfy you and bring you bliss like a Zora can."
"Yes, our Prince is right, little one." Bazz's voice was heady and slightly raspy, for he too no longer bothered to keep up his polite front. "It's all you want, isn't it? To be fucked by us until you can't walk?"
"To wake up the next morning sore and bruised from the way we toy with your flesh?" Spoke another Zora, his purrs rumbling in his chest as his fingertips graced the curve of your cheek.
"To be bedded by each of us, marking ourselves in you and on you, remembering each of us through the shape of our bodies." Came the soft growl of one Zora lecherously sucking at your chest. Your eyes fell shut, and you struggled. Within you, the fire was building, burning everything in its path, consuming you, every sense you had driven to madness by the touches on your body. You couldn't keep holding on for much longer.
"P-Please," You gasp, head spinning. "I can't-I can't anymore, so good- so much, I can't-"
The Prince took this cue to kiss you heatedly, and you felt your voice unable to produce any more sound. Your sex throbbed and burned and Hylia, every nerve was on fire. With one last, deep dive in, the Prince threw you over the edge. Your entire body shook and spasmed heavily, jolting in his steel grip, as the flames erupted from your body, your voice too weak to do any more than feebly cry out, your heart in your throat.
As you came, the Prince continued his barrage on your body, and you noticed suddenly just how quick he was moving now. He growled and sucked in a tight breath as he curled over you and sank his fangs into your shoulder, Bazz and the others moving aside. Blood spurted from your wound and the stinging pain brought a new sensation to battle against the euphoria still swimming in your veins. The Prince's hips shuddered and stilled gradually, and you arched your back as his rich seed pumped deep within you in waves, surging through and nestling in the tightness of your body, filling out your stomach, settling its weight.
The Prince managed to keep himself from crushing you beneath his body, instead he was able to bear his weight on his arms. He drew in heavy gulps of air raggedly as he released your shoulder, your blood smeared on his lips. When your eyes opened and your vision settled on his form, the sight of your blood painting his fangs sent a chill down your spine. You could hear his heart thudding, loud and strong, his cravat soaked in your sweat. His tongue lapped up the smears of blood and he sweetly nuzzled your face with a content smile. It was a struggle, but you managed to raise your sore arms to weakly hang onto him, holding him close. As you both came down from your high, you remembered the other Zora. When you peeked up, the Zora had resumed their former sweet dispositions. They surrounded you, heads in their hands, their expressions dreamy and happy that they shared this experience with you.
"Keris," The Prince piped up, looking at one of the Zora to your left. "Would you mind bringing some water here? They'll need it."
"Of course, Your Highness." The soldier replied, and he pulled himself away from where he was leaning against the bergère, to head up the stairs into the darkness above.
"Erin." Prince Sidon looked to the Zora stood next to Captain Bazz. "Could you please bring a drape or a shawl?"
"Yes, my Prince." Erin turned on his heel and followed Keris up the stairs.
As the heat from your passionate session slowly dissipated in the air, it was replaced by coolness, but you were highly sensitive still, so you shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself. The Prince saw and smiled softly at you, embracing you and lifting you into his lap, now returning to sit back in the bergère with you resting against his chest. Bazz and the remaining soldiers stood by you, soothing you gently, and the Prince whispered to you and kissed your forehead.
After a few minutes, pattering was heard descending the steps into the chamber, and both Keris and Erin returned with the items Sidon had requested. Erin unrolled a soft, fluffy blanket and draped it over your shoulders. The Prince wrapped it around you and tucked it into your lap, and you snuggled into it gratefully. Keris poured water from the silver amphora he'd brought into a beautiful goblet and the Prince held it to your lips, helping you gulp several mouthfuls. You needed a lot of help, because you were so exhausted. The Zora seated themselves at the foot of the bergère and also leaned on the armrests, continuing to watch over you affectionately.
"Final lesson for today's demonstration." The Prince's warm voice captured the attention of them.
"Make sure your Hylian is taken care of afterwards. Your Hylian will need hydration and comfort, and they'll be vulnerable and weak. Stay with them, and support them. For they are precious, wonderful, important, and valid."
You lifted your head to gaze fondly up at the Prince, and his amber eyes made your heart swell with warmth.
As the Prince and the Zora soldiers chat with each other, you lay your head against the Prince's shoulder and he soothes you by rubbing circles into the back of your scalp with his gentle fingertips. The motion makes you drowsy, and you snuggle into the shawl keeping you warm, held safe in the Prince's arms, and eventually drift off to sleep.