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“I knew you would be good at plowing.”
Later, Link would blame it on the strange, pulsing light-headedness that always plagued him when he spent too much time on the Surface. It would be the only explanation he could think of as to how he ended up in this predicament.
“What?” He asked stupidly.
The head on his shoulders was a little compromised right now. It really wasn’t his fault!
“With the pumpkins,” Kina gasped. Her body was a long, hot line against his and every moment they spent pressed together and stumbling toward the storage room left him delirious with desire.
Link shivered. It was windy today, the air currents slightly more turbulent than typical for this area—it made the sweat churning up from the heat between them cool uncomfortable on his skin. This– this really wasn’t the best place to play. It was broad daylight. He felt delirious, hot and cold at the same time and Kina’s lips were so soft, so clever against his. He fumbled, walking backwards wherever—Goddess, he’d go anywhere Kina wanted so long as she didn’t stop touching him— she was guiding him.
The storage room. That he was supposed to be— by the Goddess, he was still in shit with Pumm after the whole chandelier disaster. That wasn’t enclosed at all ; anyone flying around would see them and—
Link moaned, eyes fluttering in bliss as pain burst sharply over his scalp. The fingers Kina had coiled tightly in the hair at the base of his gripped tight and pulled , holding him in place as she sucked on his tongue. It was good, so good that he was helpless to follow Kina’s incessant tugging deeper in the store room, right where she wanted him.
Which was apparently tucked in the far corner of the storage room, pressed against the sliver of wall between the railing and shelves he grappled to steady himself with. It was short-lived. Before he could orient himself, Kina gripped him by the front of his tunic and spun them, putting herself between Link and the wall.
A glance to his right rewarded him with the stunningly open air. Instinctive fear swooped low in his gut, coiling with desire and making his balls throb , fuck.
“Your father is going to kill me,” he rasped against her lips. It was an inane comment, it was but he could barely think. His hands found her hips easily, groping at the soft flesh there just to drag himself impossibly closer in the tight space.
He wanted to fuck her. Desperately. Nothing else mattered.
Kina giggled, a breathless whisper of a thing. Sunk her teeth into his lower lip and grinned when Link groaned. His cock throbbed in his smallclothes. “Better be quick, then.”
Quick. He could do that. He hadn’t gotten his dick wet in months, not since Peatrice fell under the assumption that they were in some kind of— of relationship! He hadn’t gone to the Item Check in just as long! There was a medallion he wanted to collect!
Shoving that thought from his mind, Link leaned in to kiss her again, biting at her lips and stroking along her tongue in a sensual slide that made her melt against the wall and a satisfied some base desire in him that thrummed mine . Kina smelled so good, like the cool bite of early frost clinging to her hair and skin. Each whimpering breath she gave when followed that scent to the crook of her neck was out was a rush to his system that came so much easier than breathing through the heavy dampness of the Surface.
Link felt lightheaded - between his panting breaths and the scent of earth and clean flooding his senses and the disaster that his life had been since…
He just wanted something that made sense . And right now, in the claustrophobic space shared with this beautiful girl, the heat in his belly and the tightness in his balls was the safest Link had felt since before everything went to ground.
Kina parted her legs, and even trapped in the confines of her skirts, Link had enough just enough give to grind his erection against the juncture of her legs.
“You’re so hard,” Kina moaned. She pulled her hands from where they were looped around his back, crammed them between their bodies and—
“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes fluttering with every clumsy fumble of Kina’s hands against him as she unlaced his trousers with a competence that made his cock leak.
Link gasped when her hand closed around his cock, the heat of that contact like a brand against his skin as she stroked his length with purpose. Her hands were calloused, her grip just tight enough and she did this thing where she squeezed—his eyes rolled— massaged his cockhead when she chose to linger there, teasing him and grinning against his slack mouth when he whined at her for more. Her pace punishing, no nonsense in a way that made his jaw clench as pleasure swelled hot and fast in his gut. Kina was roughly his height, and it was all he could do to brace himself with a hand against the wall, reddened cheeks hidden in her neck as evidence of his leaking echoed in his ears.
“Take this off,” he grunted, needing more, anything she would give him. He wrenched one hand down to paw at her skirts, barely able figure out how all the boning and ties worked to keep it all together. The only thing he did know was that he needed to be closer.
And Kina seemed to agree, tugging her clothes off while Link slid his hands up the sweat-slicked skin of her belly. “Oh, please, Link, please," she begged.
With her lower half exposed and Link’s cock throbbing through the opening of his trousers, he made space for himself between her legs, spread as much as they would while still planted firmly on the ground. He bent slightly at the knee, cock gripped firmly in one hand and as he positioned himself at her leaking cunt.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she whined, fingers clutching at his tunic while her toes curled against the ground. She was so, so wet, so ready for a cock to full her up and fuck her. Mischief surged through Link at once, a hot feeling of power coursing through his veins when he held back, sliding his cock through the mess between her thighs instead of filling up her cunt the way they both desperately wanted. Teasingly, he rubbed the head over her folds, back and forth with slow rolls of his hips. Something base rang through him at the thought of their slick mixing together, wet and messy and so fucking hot. Her fingers found her hair again and he sunk into the tingling sensation as she yanked, desperate little whines filling up his ears. He couldn't see and fuck that was a shame, because he had angled himself just so, tucked his cock right between her folds as close as he could get without slipping inside. Link panted madly against her shoulder. With every forward thrust, he could feel where her cunt started to give against the head of his cock. Just a little more pressure...
“Link,” Kina gasped, that thread of desperation taking on a wild quality. Link grinned. Her body arched like she could chase the rest of his length if she squirmed enough. It was heady. She was beautiful like this.
He tipped his head up, absently aware of the stress on his knees the longer he held this position. The air between them was humid, a sheen of sweat cooling both their bodies under the cool open air of Skyloft. Face pressed against her shoulder, Link chuckled, fond and giddy to be sharing this with this odd, determined girl.
“Can I be inside you?” He breathed. Rocked his hips in hot little rolls against her wet cunt. “Please, Kina? Can I?”
“Fuck me,” Kina whimpered, voice high and cracking. Link grinned, all cocky triumph and earnest delight. “Please," she continued to beg, "I need it, please, please–”
He surged forward, rolling his hips in one smooth motion and sliding his cock through her lower lips and into her cunt. Wet heat enveloped him, head swimming from how fucking good his cock felt nestled deep in her slit. When he straightened back as much as he was able, he hooked an arm under her shoulder and around the small of her back, braced himself against the wall with the other and started to fuck.
It was a sloppy, wet affair. Between the sweat slicking their partially clothed bodies and the slippery mess they left between her thighs, Link thought he might come alone from just the sound of their bodies coming together. Every thrust felt nearly frictionless from how wet Kina was and it was all he could to do press close, urge her legs close together to keep her tight, make it good for her as he angled to brush against her clit with each thrust. Link clenched a fist in her hair, wrenching her head back and muffling her cry with a rough kiss that made her cunt clench tight. He dragged his other hand up the contours of her body, squeezing a breast and desperately regretting the fabric between them. Her skin was so soft where he had chosen to suck bruises on her neck and collarbone shoulder.
He pulled back a hair’s breadth, tracking the reddening marks against her throat with lidded eyes for a moment before fixating on her face, anchored in place by his grip. He revelled in the flush of her cheeks, the sweat dampening the black baby hairs at her temples. With every deep grind of his hips pressed to the very depths of her cunt, her jaw hung open, eyes glazed over in bliss as Link pleasured her slit with his cock.
She looked beautiful. He pressed a gentle kiss to her chin, her jaw-- wherever he could reach to show his gratitude. He wanted to have her again.
Her thighs began trembling, the upturn of her brows twisting in what could have been pain were it not for the soundless pleas of don’t stop, don’t stop, falling from her lips.
“You gonna come?” He teased, and something about the faint brush of lips against his made his cock pulse , so much closer to orgasm than he was a moment ago.
“Yeah,” Kina nodded helplessly, over and over again as Sky tightened his arm around her waist to hold her steady while he fucked her. Slowly, her body pulled taut, legs going tense and her back flexing hard beneath his hands as she hovered near the edge. Her back arched, belly curving toward him like a bowstring on the verge of snapping, tighter and tighter and tighter--
“Please,” she begged, asking for something- anything to push her over the edge and Link felt insane - it was too hot, he couldn’t think straight over the wet slap of skin and the sloppy noise of fucking echoing in the small space, his skull. His balls were drawn tight against his body and he didn’t know how much longer he could last –
All at once, the tension in Kina’s body snapped Link watched her eyes roll back into her head, pinned her to the wall while he circled his hips and tried not to lose it as her cunt squeezed around his cock, rhythmic and pulsing. Her legs shook madly as orgasm washed over her, gasping out a breathless laugh when Link pulled her lower lip between his teeth to nibble.
Eventually, Kina went slack. Link let go of her hair, kept both arms firmly around waist as he inhaled the scent of sweat against her skin. He manoeuvred himself slightly, drawing his arm low and worming under one leg so he could help her stand and brace himself against the wall at the same time. His chest was heaving, head swimming.
Link needed to either get off or start cooling down at this point.
“Nooo,” she whined when he tried to pull out- her eyes glittered with mischief as she clenched down on his cock. “I want your cum,” she moaned, rolling her hips in a sinuous motion, using his cock like a damn toy , and fuck if that wasn’t making him hot all over again–
“Please, will you come in me?” She whispered, all teeth and glee while she fucked him. “Please?”
Yeah, Pumm joining Peater and probably Ghirahim on the list of people who wanted him dead? Worth it.