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To be invited to a meeting with the royal couple is a great honour. There are few in all of the restored Hyrule that would be granted such an honour, especially now that the queen is heavy with her and her king-consort’s first child; every bit of care possible has been taken to ensure that her pregnancy is a smooth one, now that the continued legacy of the royal family of Hyrule has been all but assured.

Purah doesn’t know why she’s been invited to meet with them, but she’s not particularly bothered. Having been an ally to King-Consort Link through his journey in destroying the Calamity and rescuing Princess (now Queen) Zelda, she can think of plenty of reasons why they might want to see her, even if the messenger that had been sent for her was mysterious and not at all specific.

Of course, she expects to be taken to the throne room, or maybe to some kind of sitting room where she can sit and wait to talk to Link and Zelda.

She doesn’t expect to be brought straight to the door to the royal bedchambers.

“Hey, what’s going on—” She turns to the page who escorted her there through the palace as soon as she realizes where she is, but he’s already scurried away, leaving her alone in an empty hallway.

Is Zelda sick, maybe? She doesn’t know why she would be the one they sent for in that case, but it’s the only reason she can think of why they would want her to meet at their bedroom instead of somewhere more sensible.

She raises her hand to knock on the door, not sure what else to do since she’s been left just standing outside of their bedchambers without any instructions, and starting to feel a little worried about what’s going on— and ends up nearly hitting Link right in the face when he throws the door open without warning.

“Agh!” She cries out and nearly stumbles from the surprise of it, but Link reaches out and catches her by the wrist, tugging her forward into the room— and before she can even begin to ask what’s going on, she finds herself being scooped up almost effortlessly in Link’s strong arms and tossed into the massive plush bed reserved for the royal couple.

Purah blinks a few times, trying to process what just happened. Her glasses are askew and it’s when she reaches up to fix them, the bed dips and Link climbs right on top of her.

“L-Link?” Purah swallows heavily at the sight of her friend and the current king leaning over her and looking down at her with big, sparkling eyes. He has the look of a child that’s just been presented with a feast of treats, even licking his lips as he looks down at her— and as much as she would like to say she doesn’t understand what’s going on, she’s not nearly as innocent or naive as her youthful looks might suggest.

At her age, she knows a thing or two about the way the world works, and it’s clear to see that the way Link is looking down at her like he wants to devour her has nothing to do with his voracious appetite but rather a completely different type of appetite.

The kind of appetite a married man should absolutely not be having when there’s a woman who is not his wife in his bed.

“What are you—”

Link has always been the strong, silent type— emphasis on both of those words— and so it’s not all that shocking that he says nothing as he reaches down and takes her skirts in hand, casually ripping them off her body as if they were made of tissue paper.

The only shocking thing about the situation is why he would be doing any of this.

Purah shrieks as she’s exposed, and Link doesn’t waste any time in ripping her underwear off to join her tattered skirts. He licks his lips again as his hands land on her thighs, parting them to get a perfect view of what’s between them— and Purah tries to close her legs, force her knees together, but Link is stronger than she is and absolutely determined.

She probably should have picked up on the fact that he’s naked before now, but as he gets himself comfortable between her legs even as she’s trying to kick and squirm and get away from him, the fact becomes all too obvious— what with his hard cock in his hand that he lets fall against her pussy.

Not just her pussy, because the size of it has it going all the way up to her stomach, and all of a sudden she freezes at the realization that— no matter how hard she tries to fight or struggle— something that big is going inside of her.

If this were any other situation— if this had even happened before Link had married the Princess, no matter that everyone knew he was devoted to her— Purah would probably be nervous, but that nervousness would be overwritten by excitement. She can’t imagine many women who would turn a man like Link away; most people swoon over him and would throw themselves at his feet to worship his cock if they were given the chance. He just has that sort of… Heroic aura about him that makes you want to give up everything to him.

But the fact is, Link is married to Zelda. And he has always been so fanatically devoted to her, both as her guardian protector and as her husband, that Purah herself remembers teasing him relentlessly for it. She had been there at the royal wedding, watching as Link tried and failed to hold back tears at the sight of Zelda walking down the aisle in her gorgeous dress; she had teased him over his almost violent excitement when he had happily told her that Zelda was pregnant with their first child, the first of many if Link had anything to say about it she was sure, because not only did he want a big family but it was damn near impossible for him to keep his hands off his wife, lewdly or otherwise.

“Link, why are you doing this?!” Purah practically sobs the words out as Link thrusts against her, rubbing his hard cock against her slit. Her body is responding because of course it is— no matter how confused or concerned she might be, she still possesses the body that she had at her sexual prime, and the feeling of such a long, hard cock rubbing against her most intimate place in a way that hasn’t happened for a while is going to get her going no matter what. Even though she’s kicking and struggling and trying to get out from under him, tries to put her hands on his shoulders to shove him away— something that quickly gets her hands grabbed, wrists together and held over her head, just one of Link’s hands enough to keep her legs spread and the weight of his body enough to keep her pinned to the bed. “What about Zelda? Aren’t you supposed to be—”

Completely faithful to her is how she wants to end that sentence, but she has to cut herself off because Link takes his cock in hand and lines himself up with her entrance while she’s distracted by her own racing thoughts— and without a moment of hesitation, he thrusts into her, all the way to the hilt in one motion.

She feels like she’s being split apart, like she’s the unlucky— or perhaps lucky— piece of wood that’s ended up on the chopping block to be readied for that night’s fire. Link’s cock is so big and his treatment of her is so rough that it takes her breath away, quite literally; she feels like she’s choking on nothing, like all of the air’s been knocked right out of her, and the funny thing is that Link doesn’t even seem to care.

In fact, the only sound in the room as she struggles to be able to breathe with the massive cock inside of her are the almost violent grunts Link lets out as he pulls almost all the way out and then thrusts back into her, hard.

The pace he sets is unforgiving, unrelenting. Purah feels like she’s being piledriven into the mattress with the way Link pushes her legs apart and back, her knees nearly reaching her ears as his fingers dig so hard into her thighs that she’s sure he’s going to leave bruises, that she won’t be able to forget this confusing and frankly frightening experience. The speed and force of it makes sure that she can think of nothing else— all thoughts of Zelda are just idle in the back of her mind as a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, but completely smothered by the feeling of being absolutely wrecked by Link.

And that’s the moment that the door opens, and Zelda walks into the room.

Purah’s entire body freezes up as she hears the door creaking open, especially as Link continues to fuck her so hard the bed is slamming against the wall behind them, showing absolutely no mercy in spite of the fact that his wife— the queen— just walked in.

Purah swallows heavily. She can barely see Zelda beyond Link’s body, but she can see her queen— her stomach big and round and swollen with her and Link’s child— looking shocked, eyes as wide as dinner plates as the door swings shut behind her.

Even as she walks towards them, Link doesn’t stop, and Purah finds tears springing to her eyes— tears of fear as she starts to think about what punishment might be in store for her for being found in the royal marriage bed with the king-consort, whether execution is too kind a punishment for her considering the circumstances, and she opens her mouth to start babbling apologies— but that’s the moment Link chooses to land a hard slap across her thigh and the only sound that comes out is a wavering moan, halfway between pain and pleasure, because her body is far more honest than her brain is.

Purah hears the sound of a lock turning. There’s a second where she thinks that Zelda is locking the door so the confrontation remains private— that in a moment she’s going to start screaming about what a slut Purah is and how horrible a husband Link is, and that door will be the only thing standing between them and the guards.

But when Zelda walks over— slowly, calmly— to stand by the side of the bed, it’s not anger that Purah sees in her face as she looks up at her with tears in her eyes and an apology caught in her throat as Link fucks little grunts out of her that she tries and fails to keep inside.

No, there’s a glimmer in Zelda’s eye as she rubs her pregnant stomach and looks down at her— and then she turns her attention to her husband who hasn’t even bothered to look in her direction since she walked into the room, raises her hand, and slaps him across the back of the head.

It’s not a hard slap, one meant to get his attention more than actually hurt, and Link immediately whips his head in Zelda’s direction without even pausing in the slap of his hips against Purah’s.

“I told you not to start without me, Link,” Zelda says, her voice a little cold, and all of a sudden Purah doesn’t know what to think— or how to feel.

The queen isn’t mad? She’s not about to have Purah thrown in the dungeons or executed in the town square? It’s hard for her to believe, but it’s happening— and even though it’s hard for her to form coherent thoughts through the panic and the pleasure, she takes a moment to process the actual words that just came out of Zelda’s mouth.

Link started without her.

Which means that she’s in on this.

“Y-Your M-Majesty—” Purah stutters not from nerves but from the rhythm of Link’s cock pounding into her, stretching her to limits she hasn’t tested in what feels like forever. “Wh-what is—”

“Oh? Did Link not explain things to you?” Zelda laughs. It sounds genuine, a little melodic, just like the queen always does— elegant, royal. With both of her hands resting on her swollen belly she walks around the bed until she comes to the other side, Purah’s eyes following her as she goes, but Link’s eyes screwed shut as he chews on his bottom lip and changes the pace— still brutal, but smaller, deeper thrusts rather than pulling all the way out before shoving back into her like he’s trying to literally fuck her through the mattress.

“I guess he was too eager.” Zelda is smiling as she carefully climbs up on the other side of the bed with a little difficulty from the sheer size of her stomach— she almost looks like she’s pregnant with twins, maybe even triplets just from the size of her. “Not that I’m surprised. He’s been waiting for this for quite some time, after all.”

“I don’t—” Purah cuts herself off with a moan as the massive head of Link’s cock hits some soft part inside of her that her own fingers can’t even hope to reach, and that moan turns into a whimper as Zelda reaches out towards her— but the queen just brushes her hair back away from her face and carefully takes her glasses, setting them aside on one of the lacquered nightstands on her side of the bed.

Somehow, the fact that Zelda is being gentle just feels… Worse. She would almost prefer anger, because that would at least tell her that this was all some sort of freakish incident. Instead, what she’s hearing from the queen is that this was planned, somehow— a plan that both her and Link are in on.

Is this why she was summoned to the palace in the first place?

“I don’t know if you already knew this, but Link has always had a very… Healthy sex drive,” Zelda explains, and it sounds so casual coming out of her mouth like she’s just explaining the weather that it makes Purah feel a little sick. “That’s how I ended up with this bun in the oven so fast, I suppose.”

She laughs as she rubs her hands over her pregnant belly again, looking down at her own stomach with the sort of gentle love and care one would expect to see in the eyes of a soon-to-be mother— making this scenario into even more of a sick mockery as Purah is fucked brutally by her husband who is ignoring both of them and focusing only on his own pleasure.

“As I started to grow bigger and bigger, it became more and more difficult for us to do the same things we had done before. Not to mention he was worried about hurting me or the baby, now that my body is changing.” Zelda’s story continues even as Link, without pulling himself out of Purah’s cunt, grabs her by the hips and flips her over, forcing her head down into the pillow with a hand fisted in her hair that is now falling out of her usual up do. “But you know what Link is like… He loves me so much that he didn’t even want to think about finding another woman to get those urges out. So I came up with a compromise.

“He could have any woman he wanted, so long as I was there to see how he absolutely broke them.”

Purah feels the bottom of her stomach drop out— or as much as it can when she’s being filled so thoroughly and so violently from behind, the hand that isn’t tangled in her hair digging into the meat of her ass hard.

This is all some twisted game between the king-consort and the queen— and she’s been pulled into the middle of it, whether she likes it or not.

She cries out as Link drags her up by the hair, his cock filling all kinds of new and interesting places inside of her, something that would make her moan out loud with pleasure if not for the fact that she’s being forced into this against her will. She feels tears springing to her eyes; she doesn’t want to cry, doesn’t want to give them that satisfaction, but the sobs start to break through regardless of what she wants.

“Wh-wh-why are you doing this—”

Through the tears forming in her eyes— not as hard to see through as they might have been thanks to Zelda taking her glasses off her face— she can see the look on the queen’s face morph from pleasant to annoyed in the span of half a second.

And that’s what she sees when Zelda pulls her hand back and delivers a teeth-rattling slap across the face.

Purah is so stunned she doesn’t even realize what happened for a moment, blinking a few times. Link releases her hair which allows her to fall face first back into the pillow, now with a violently stinking cheek.

It’s Zelda who hauls her up by her hair this time, and she squints and sniffles at her. In all her many years of life, she can safely say that she’s never been treated like this— and even Link seems to give pause at his wife’s behaviour.

Not that he stops fucking her— he just does it a little more slowly, like he’s trying to take his time and savour what’s happening, watching the two of them like this as though it’s some kind of free entertainment for him. She can practically picture the smile on his face and it makes her stomach turn even more.

“Subjects should be seen and not heard,” Zelda says, leaning in close to her face to give her a good look at her disappointed face. Even when she’s so clearly annoyed, there’s a sort of roundness to Zelda that makes her look cute— and a regality that makes her absolutely terrifying at the same time. “And they should be happy to serve their king and queen in whatever way is asked of them. When you answered the summons today, you should have come here prepared to do whatever it was we wanted of you. And besides… Crying like that at your age is unbecoming.”

Purah chokes on another sob, this time at Zelda’s cruel words— and at the realization that there’s no way for her out of this. She’s not going to be executed for getting caught in the royal marriage bed like she first thought, but even if she did manage to struggle out of Link’s grip and run, what would happen to her?

Zelda is the queen and Link is her husband and whatever the two of them want to do to her, they’re free to do, and she has no way of escaping their grasp without putting herself in another very different kind of danger.

She’s caught between a rock and a hard place— and Link reminds her of this by pulling all the way out until just the head of his cock is still inside of her and thrusting back in all at once, punching the breath right out of her again.

“Link, roll her over onto her back again. I want to see all of her.”

Of course, Link is eager to follow his wife’s commands. Purah can only imagine how much of a thrill this must be for him— to have his beloved wife not only let him take whoever he wants into their marriage bed but to want to be there to see all of it happen, to look down on the women he’s fucking like common whores and look at them like she’s enjoying their suffering as a form of entertainment.

Is she the first person they’ve done this to, or have there been other unfortunate young women to come before her? Maybe they’re not all unfortunate; maybe some would have jumped at the chance to serve the royal family like this. She’s sure plenty of women out there would have ripped open their shirts and fell to their knees to please Link, so why did they have to bring her into this, why did they have to throw her down on the bed and let Link ravage her, putting her mind and body in conflict as she struggled to not enjoy what was being forced onto her?

She’s not sure she’ll ever have an answer to that question. She can’t bring herself to ask, and even if she did, she doesn’t think she would get an answer. But at least this time she has a chance to brace herself slightly before Link flips over over, throwing her around like a rag doll that weighs nothing at all— although this time he does pull out of her, leaving her feeling empty on top of the shock of suddenly being whipped back to the bed.

Link grabs the front of her shirt and pulls. Like with her skirts and panties before, her shirt doesn’t stand a chance against his raw strength, the strength that he used to save the world not so long ago. With the rest of her outfit already in tatters, it shouldn’t matter that she’s now fully exposed— she’s already been thoroughly humiliated, so what’s one more thing?

Somehow it does matter, though. Even if she knows that logically she’s already as exposed and violated as she can be, it still makes her want to cover herself up, but before her hands can even be raised to try and cover her how exposed breasts as Link tosses the tatters of her clothes away to be dealt with by servants later, Zelda’s hands end up there first.

The queen’s little speech had given her the impression that she was planning on being a hands-off observer, just watching that Link does to her and enjoying the sight of her husband absolutely destroying another woman in their marriage bed. As Zelda sinks her hands into her breasts she can tell that isn’t going to be the case.

She’s not gentle, of course. If it were a man she might be able to write it off as not knowing how much treating them roughly hurts, but with Zelda, she knows exactly what she’s doing. She kneads and massages them like an animal that doesn’t care that its hurting you as it walks across your body, and when she seems to have amused herself with that enough, she takes hold of both of her nipples— hardened from being exposed to the cool air and from Zelda’s touch, no matter how rough— and yanks.

Purah screams. The pain is far from the worst she’s felt, but she’s so sensitive all over right now that she feels almost dizzy from the pain of it… Yet that doesn’t stop her cunt from clenching or the feeling that she’s getting wetter between the legs.

That’s maybe the most horrible part of all of this; even though she hates that this is being done to her, that she’s being violated like this, her body can’t help but love the touch and the roughness. There’s a part of her that she has to swallow, has to push down, telling her to beg Link for his massive cock, because it’s been so long since she’s been fucked like this that her body is desperate for more, even if it’s at the hands of someone she does not want touching her this way.

Or doesn’t want touching her this way now, in this context. She doesn’t want to be a toy for these two to amuse themselves, showing the secret dark side that neither of them have ever shown to any of their other subjects. What would the world say if they saw a hero like Link doing this to someone, or knew the secret depravity of the wise Queen Zelda?

Of course, that’s assuming anyone would believe her, which Purah very much doubts.

“I think she can take you being a little rougher with her, darling.” Zelda looks to Link even as she twists and pulls at Purah’s breasts until her nipples are red and sore.

She knows she’s going to be feeling like this for days afterwards, and she can’t even imagine what Link being even more rough with her would look like— but it seems like she’s about to find out, because Link perks up like a puppy when Zelda says that, going from looking down at her from between her legs idly jerking himself off while waiting for further instructions from his darling wife to lining himself back up with her cunt and shoving himself in all at once again with barely a moment’s shift between the two.

Purah cries out, and it’s definitely in pain, but the fact that she can’t hold back the cry of pain means she can’t hold back the moan of pleasure that fights to escape with it either, even through she tries to bite her lower lip and hold both of them in. This time Link ignores her thighs, his hands instead landing on her hips— and instantly she knows that she is most certainly in more trouble this time.

Because now he has better leverage, and judging by what she’s seen so far, he most certainly knows how to use it.

Link digs his fingers into her hips until his knuckles turn white, and she knows from the pain that she’s going to have ten perfect little bruises on her hips where his fingers are digging into her tomorrow. She’s going to be sore all over— her chest, her hips, her pussy, all of them are going to serve as living reminders of what she was put through, and the only thing she can do is just lay there and take it and hope it doesn’t take too long for the two of them to grow bored with her.

When Link slams into her so hard she’s sure something inside of her would have broken if she hadn’t made her body this ideal age, she just hopes that time will come very soon.

Link dips his head and takes one of her sore, abused nipples into her mouth. If the circumstances weren’t so dire she might have made a joke about it, about the way Link looks like a babe suckling at his mother’s teat, the way Zelda will have a little one doing the same to her before long. But that perversion only brings a sick feeling to the pit of her stomach instead of the lewd delight it might otherwise, and the pain of him scraping his teeth against her nipple is almost unbearable.

She lets out another low sob, even as her cunt clenches hard about Link’s cock. She doesn’t want to cum like this, but the pain and the pleasure are starting to get muddled in her mind and she’s not sure she’s going to have much of a choice before long as she feels a fire starting to build in the pit of her stomach.

“You know, I like seeing you like this, Purah.” Zelda’s voice is almost sugary sweet, just as much unlike her as the sadism, and Purah knows that the two aren’t unlike each other. “I know you had thoughts about my husband before the two of us were married, and I was going to just forgive it and let the past stay in the past… But I think this suits you, doesn’t it?”

Purah wants to deny it, that any feelings she had for Link were just fleeting thoughts on the back of the fact that he was always so helpful and heroic and easy to look up to even when he was being chaotic— but it’s hard enough to organize her thoughts in any meaningful way, nevermind figure out how to say them out loud, and Zelda complicates matters even further when she dips her head to mirror her husband’s actions and take the other abused nipple into her mouth, sucking on it hard and making sure to scrape her teeth across it very intentionally.

Purah can’t hold herself back any longer. She lets out a strangled cry as she cums, hard, the hardest she has in a very long time, probably since her body was this age to begin with. Maybe even harder than she can ever remember cumming, as she clenches down so hard on Link’s cock that it must be as painful for him as it is for her, and yet it doesn’t stop him from fucking her through it as her entire world starts to turn white around her.

She doesn’t know whether she blacks out for minutes or moments from the intensity of it; all she knows is that she suddenly startles back to alertness to the feeling of being filled with something hot and Link letting out a strangled cry of satisfaction as he fills her with his cum.

Purah doesn’t even have it in her to sob anymore at the realization that the king-consort has just filled her with his seed when she knows it’s very much not a safe time of the month; she’s just so exhausted after her body released all of that pent-up energy, she feels like she can barely even move.

And yet she isn’t going to have any time to bask in the afterglow, because as soon as Link pulls out of her, she feels a hand start to shove her out of the bed, making her roll over and stumble out of it onto uncertain feet that give out under her almost instantly.

“You performed adequately,” Zelda says, peering over the side of the bed as she gathers an exhausted and sweaty Link into her arms and starts gently petting his hair, looking like she’s comforting him when he was the one who just violated another woman in their bed. “Now leave. If we have need of you again, we’ll call for you.”

Purah wants to ask what makes Zelda think she would just come running back at her beck and call after that, but her mouth flaps uselessly. She, like all of her family, are beholden to the royal family of Hyrule, and the rest of the world sees Link and Zelda as a pair of heroes who have destroyed the forces of evil; if she were to just suddenly ignore the summoning call of royalty, without any reasonable explanation, she’s sure she would be shunned completely. All it would take is Link and Zelda feigning innocence and she knows everyone would believe them over her. She would just look like the crazy lady trying to smear the reputation of the royal couple when the queen is already going through so much.

So she says nothing and simply gets to her feet, stumbling as she tries to grab the tattered remains of her clothes and cover herself as best she can. Surely the attending staff, who must have at least some inkling of what’s going on if they led her to the royal chambers, won’t let her stumble out of the castle without a shred of decency— but for right now, as she tries to cover up her pussy dripping with the king’s seed and her breasts with their bright red sore nipples, all she can do is sob at the fact that she’s been reduced to such a state.

All to the background noise of Zelda speaking to Link softly and lovingly, as though they’re just any other normal couple.

As the door slams shut behind her as she stumbles out of their room, Purah is sure that they’ve already forgotten that she was even there to begin with.

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Purah realizes quickly that she was wrong before; she really is the only woman that they’ve done this to before.

She doesn’t know if she should feel glad or enraged about that. On the one hand, it’s not like she would wish any harm on other women— wouldn’t wish this abuse on anyone. But on the other hand, she can’t help but feel like maybe if it was someone else, then maybe it wouldn’t need to be her.

It’s not like there’s anything special about her. She can’t even begin to fathom why they’ve chosen her over so many other young, virile maidens who surely they wouldn’t have to just grab and throw into bed. She’s sure there are even plenty of them who would cry and beg so sweetly the same way Zelda wants to hear her do— but she supposes it’s normal for people who’ve had misfortune befall them to ask why they have to go through it and not someone else. Even if it means wishing a fate like hers on someone who doesn’t deserve it.

Perhaps Link has some kind of secret fascination with her, or perhaps there’s just an awareness that she won’t tell anyone, or that no one would believe her if she did.

All she knows is that these summons to the palace become a regular occurrence, and each time she leaves feeling more broken and exhausted than before.

That exhausted feeling multiplies, grows over time, turns into other things— feeling sick to her stomach, having a very peculiar appetite, and so on.

By the time her stomach starts to swell, she already realizes what’s happened. And though she’s horrified, there’s a part of her that’s almost relieved at the realization.

After all, she was chosen as the plaything of the king and queen because of Zelda’s pregnancy; if she’s heavy with Link’s child now, then surely their sadistic games in which Link uses her body to his own satisfaction without any care for her comfort or pleasure (although she finds her body responding more often than not, even though she doesn’t want it to) will have to stop, or at the very least slow down.

This, she supposes, is the reason why she chooses to tell them as soon as she’s certain, rather than waiting for definitive proof or attempting to deal with the issue herself; if it can save her even a little pain, then she will gladly use it to her advantage.

The bright-eyed, almost crazy looking enthusiasm she was greeted with from the queen had shocked her; she hadn’t expected that kind of reaction. But as soon as she starts speaking, she understood.

“We’ve talked about wanting a large family,” Zelda had said, her expression turning soft at the mouth and razor sharp at the eyes. “But considering the toll it would take on my body, we knew we would be limited in what we were able to do. Thank the gods we found a perfect concubine like you, Purah— you fulfill Link’s needs so well and it seems like you’re prime breeding stock.”

It had sent shudders of disgust down her spine to hear Zelda talk about her that way, but at least she doesn’t have to worry about being fucked so hard she can barely walk afterwards and then shoved out the door to make her way home on shaking legs and teary eyes.

For a little while, she gets a reprieve from the sadistic games, and she starts to relax. Maybe there’s a limited amount of time in which they will leave her alone, but at the very least she has a chance to catch her breath.

And then she receives a summons.

Purah is so used to walking into the castle now that it almost feels like a second home. A home where she’s constantly tormented and abused, sure, but those two things are hardly mutually exclusive to a lot of people.

No one bothers her as she walks through the halls with her stomach just starting to show a bump, indicative of how strong the king’s seed really is, although the fact that she’s become the constant plaything for him and the queen may also have something to do with it; surely it was going to take at some point, especially given that she’s adjusted her body to be more or less the most fertile possible age.

Something that she regrets in the back of her mind now, but hindsight is always the clearest, so it’s not as though there’s anything that can be done about it.

She makes her way to the royal bedchambers without being directed or told, knowing exactly where she’s going— but still not quite sure what the purpose of her being summoned is. After all, she knows that she won’t be thrashed around and fucked within an inch of her life so long as she’s carrying Link’s child inside of her— the only reason she’s tolerated this pregnancy, no matter how ill it makes her feel to know that she’s growing the massive family that Link and Zelda apparently want for themselves, like she’s just some sort of convenient incubator.

When she approaches the door of the bedchambers, she can hear a sound that makes her feel great relief and makes her blood run cold at the same time.

The sound of a woman sobbing, and the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin that tells her Link is enjoying himself thoroughly.

Although she could turn and run, she knows that’s not really an option, and so she takes a deep breath and steels herself for what is no doubt going to be an upsetting sight as she knocks on the door.

“Enter,” comes Zelda’s airy voice, and Purah swallows heavily, resting a hand on her stomach in case the king-consort needs a reminder of why he is not to be so rough with this particular toy as she steps inside.

And then she freezes in the doorway at the sight in front of her.

Face down on the bed with her ass in the air and Link’s massive cock already buried inside of her, splitting her open the same way that is always being done to her, is her great-niece Paya.

Her relative is crying into the pillow that her face is buried in, her sobs muscled by the fluffy feathery cushion, and she seems unaware that anyone has entered the room— and especially that the person who is seeing her like this is her great-aunt. Purah doubts that will last for long, but she doesn’t wish to add to the girl’s obvious suffering, nor have to justify why she’s doing nothing to help her, so for the moment she’s grateful for the temporary reprieve.

Until Zelda turns to look at her and the two of them lock eyes.

“You’re a little late,” she says, with a vague air of disappointment that somehow manages to make Purah feel as guilty as she is disgusted with the scene in front of her— just something a queen is able to do to her subjects, she supposes. “Link couldn’t wait, so we had to get started without you— so you had better be quick about getting over here and doing your duty.”

Purah isn’t sure what that duty is, given her usual duty is currently being tended to by Paya— a thought that makes her stomach churn unpleasantly, something that is always a concern for her these days considering how prone she is to throwing up at random— but as she takes in the scene in front of her a little more now that her brain isn’t quite so muddled, she starts to figure it out.

While Link violates her sobbing relative on the bed, doing everything to her that he would normally do to Purah and showing not a single ounce of restraint, Zelda is sitting on the sofa nearby. The queen is completely nude, something that Purah has seen a few times while Link has ravaged her, but not nearly as often as she would expect; Zelda is usually content to remain mostly clothed, and though she’s seen her touching herself once or twice to the sight of her husband running roughshod over Purah, the huge swell of her heavily pregnant belly usually makes it a difficult prospect for her to get herself off with just her fingers.

Now, as she sits with her eyes glued to her husband and his perverse acts, no longer interested in even looking in Purah’s direction now that she’s acknowledged her and given her her orders, she spreads her legs and settles back in her seat— making it quite obvious what Purah is meant to do.

Although she swallows heavily, curing that her streak of being able to avoid the royal couple entirely has come to an end, she’s at least happy to acknowledge that this is a far better fate than what’s befalling her great-niece at the moment, who’s sobbing has turned into watery voiced begging for the rape to stop or even for some kind of explanation— something Purah sadly knows she won’t get.

She settles herself between Zelda’s legs, licking her lips. As a woman herself, she knows what feels good for a woman, even if it’s been a while since someone has done something like this for her— Link certainly has no interest, because the two of them aren’t intimate. Purah is just an outlet for his sexual needs, and a receptacle for his seed, and nothing more.

At least this way, she doesn’t have to look at Paya— doesn’t have to deal with the guilt bubbling up in the pit of her stomach at seeing her family in peril and doing nothing about it because it would only bring more inconvenience and strife to her.

As she leans in, resting one hand on top of the swell of her stomach and another on her leg in order to resist the urge to part Zelda’s legs further or even touch her more than she’s been told to do (something she’s sure wouldn’t go over well, considering the way Zelda looks at her like she’s just a toy— toys don’t get to touch in return, after all), and begins to run her tongue up Zelda’s folds, she looks up at her and realizes that Zelda isn’t even bothering to look down at her— not that she expected her to, but there’s a boredom in her face that makes Purah feel like she’s failed somehow, even though she doesn’t even want to be doing this in the first place.

“Paya, you can’t just hide your face like that. I told you already that I want to see you.”

“N-no!” Paya sobs and screams as she throws her head back and forth, and Purah almost opens her mouth to tell her it will be slightly easier on her if she doesn’t try to resist, but keeps quiet and keeps focused on the task at hand, reaching up to take her glasses off and set them off to the side so they won’t get dirty or get in the way of what she’s doing. “I… I w-won’t! I d-don’t want any part of this sick game you’re playing!”

Purah winces at her great-niece’s defiance, while at the same time feeling a surge of pride. Of course she would love to have the strength, mental or otherwise, to put up the same fight— but she knows it’s only going to end poorly for Paya.

And sure enough, it does. Paya cries out, and Purah chances a glance back over her shoulder to see Link hauling her face out of its pillowy hiding place by her hair, even longer and easier to grab a fistful of than Purah’s own.

She starts choking on a sob, and Purah quickly turns her attention back to Zelda’s pussy and buries her face in it in some vague hope that Paya won’t immediately recognize the back of her head when she’s preoccupied eating the queen out— but she hears her gag on another sniffle as she says,

“A-auntie?”

Link isn’t big on speaking. Purah thinks he’s said a handful of sentences to her in the entire time they’ve known each other, and most of those have been simple and to the point. She didn’t even know he was capable of speaking for a little while, so it surprises her— even as she tries to focus on what she’s doing and not on the feeling in the pit of her stomach of intense guilt that makes her worry she’s going to end up throwing up all over Zelda’s crotch, which will certainly end in some terrible punishment, royal baby in her belly or not— to actually hear him speak.

“Don’t pay attention to her.” Link’s voice is so open and welcoming and cheerful, even as it’s strained by how hard he’s fucking Paya, the wet noises of their coupling making echoing in the bedchambers in the way that Purah has gotten so used to the sound even appears in her dreams. “You need to pay attention to what you’re doing right now— and when the Queen says that you do something, you do it. Understand?”

Of course Link would think that way. Could Zelda ever ask anything of him that he would say no to? Purah is hard-pressed to think of anything, and as she looks up at her queen through her pale lashes, she starts to wonder if maybe Link’s appetites aren’t the only ones that have driven the royal couple to seek this kind of company from unwilling young Sheikah women.

Maybe, just maybe, Zelda’s sadism is just as much of a driving factor.

“You should be grateful that you’ve been chosen for an honour like this,” Link continues. “Not every woman is as lucky as you are.”

“Yes, you should be thanking us. You’re going to be an official member of the royal harem after all, just like your great-aunt.” Zelda chuckles as she reaches down and puts her hand on the back of Purah’s head, shoving her face further into her crotch. Purah whines against her pussy, but doesn’t dare stop what she’s doing, knowing that the punishment for displeasing the queen is likely to be a severe one.

She laps at her folds, unable to move much with how hard Zelda is pushing her up against her quim, but it seems like the queen doesn’t need much from her because she starts to thrust her hips up, practically grinding against Purah’s mouth. Just like with Link, it doesn’t matter how enthusiastic she is or even how good of a job she’s doing— she’s just a toy sitting there for Zelda’s use, to make her feel good and enhance her enjoyment of a show that she’s clearly having a great time with, if how wet she’s suddenly getting and how much more enthused she is is anything to go by.

Well, Purah is happy enough to just go along for the ride and have nothing expected of her. It seems far easier than what she’s been dealing with so far, because at least this time she won’t have to waddle home barely able to move and having to wash herself out thoroughly afterwards.

Even the sound of Paya wailing in the background starts to fade into the back of her mind, just one more sound for her to eat the queen out to, like the slap of Link’s skin on hers as he fucks into her like a doll he isn’t afraid of breaking (because, after all, he can always find himself a new one).

Another slap rings out through the room, but this one is much louder than Link’s hips against Paya’s ass, accompanied by her loud cry. Another slap, and another echoes through the room, and when Purah angles her head just right to be able to see the bed and continue her pleasure of the queen, she sees vibrant red handprints against her niece’s ass— clear enough to tell exactly what happened, and Link makes it even more obvious by landing yet another harsh slap against her ass, making it jiggle like a dessert as Paya sobs and begs for mercy that is never going to come.

Purah knows firsthand at this point, after all. No one is going to help them, so the best thing to do is just try to ride it out.

Even if it seems like there’s truly no end in sight.

“It’s the duty of every one of our people to please us, you know,” Zelda says as she grinds against Purah’s face, and it’s the first time she’s actually heard her breathless as she does so, humping against her like she’s desperate to get off. “You can serve me by letting me see your pretty face as Link destroys you… And you can serve Link by being a good girl and taking his cock until he’s had his fill of you. And if you can’t even manage that much, then there’s no point in having you serve is at all.”

The implication there is obvious enough, and Purah freezes up, her fear only made less noticeable by the fact that Zelda is so worked up and obviously far more interested in Paya at the moment.

Can Purah blame her? Even though it makes her feel sick to think about her own niece in such a fashion, Paya’s big teary eyes and her blotchy red face would be very appealing to someone who seems to enjoy suffering as much as Queen Zelda does. She has her grandmother’s beauty to be sure.

But simply torturing Paya isn’t the point, not entirely. Though she might have her suspicions that there are other reasons for what they’re doing now, the truth remains that Link’s sexual appetites are damn near insatiable, and it’s made even more obvious by the way he digs his fingers into Paya’s hips and practically folds himself completely over her— but not before turning her head to the side as he forces it down, so he can fuck her into the mattress while still allowing Zelda a clear look at her tear-stained sobbing face.

Purah doesn’t know how long this had been going on before she walked into the room, only that according to Zelda they had started without her because she was ‘late’, but she can tell from the loud grunts Link is letting out that he’s not going to last much longer, having become familiar enough with the sound of it over the course of the past few months. She pities her great-niece for the fact that she knows now exactly what Zelda and Link are planning to do— use her body for the sake of Link’s pleasure and Zelda’s entertainment until she’s swollen and heavy with Link’s child, and then move on to their next victim as they wait for the child to be born.

Still, she can’t help but wince at the shriek of surprise and the subsequent sobs Paya lets out as Link thrusts all the way into her and floods her with his cum. Purah knows the feeling well, and finds herself squirming on the floor at the thought of it; Link always fills her up so thoroughly that no matter how much she tries to clean herself out afterwards, it always feels like there’s more there, until she feels sticky and claimed for days afterwards.

“Don’t cry, Paya.” Link sounds surprisingly gentle as he comforts the girl he just raped on his marriage bed, sounding much more like the hero she knows, and the way he’s able to speak like that after doing something so horrible will never not disturb her because it means he might have always been like this and she just never knew. “No matter what happens, we’ll be sure to take care of you.”

“Wh-what do you—” Paya lifts her head shakily from the pillows as she looks over at Purah, who instantly turns her attention back to Zelda, trying to pretend like she wasn’t just watching the two of them with a sort of sick fascination she won’t ever be able to fully shake.

Paya must be taking in the state of her— she hasn’t told her own family about what’s happened to her, because she feels like it won’t end up mattering in the end once she hands over the baby to the royal couple.

But Paya is looking at her and seeing her own future reflected in her great-aunt as she buries her face between the queen’s legs, and it must horrify her to see what’s to become of her, because she lets out an anguished wail that turns into more sobbing— and this time she doesn’t seem to be able to collect herself again, just breaking down into wobbling cries.

Purah continues to watch her out of the corner of her eye, and she winces in sympathy as Link shoves his fingers into her to replace his cock while looking over to Zelda for her approval, fingering his own cum back into her to make sure not a single drop will escape her.

Considering how quickly his seed took with both her and the queen, there’s no doubt in her mind that Paya will get pregnant before long— if it doesn’t take this first time, it won’t take long before he manages to knock her up, furthering his and Zelda’s wish of having a big family.

One thing Purah has learned is that, even if Link’s first focus is on his pleasure, he knows what he’s doing when it comes to making a woman feel good. She’s sure Zelda had gotten to experience it far more than she has— not that she wants to— but he knows how to move and what to do in order to make a woman cum so hard they black out with the pleasure of it, as has happened to her more than once in these weeks and months since she become part of this twisted fantasy.

So when Paya’s sobs turn to whimpering turn to moans, she knows exactly what’s happening, and even though she knows she shouldn’t want to listen to her great-niece cum… Well, it’s certainly better than listening to her sob as she fails to accept the reality of her life now.

And when Paya cums, it’s not a silent thing. It’s not like Purah, who feels her throat close up like she’s being choked, who light let out a single strangled sound as she lets herself go before she feels herself being swallowed up by the pleasure. No, when Paya cums, Purah is sure the entire castle hears it— if they didn’t already hear the loud sounds of their violent coupling already, which she’s sure they have, and just choose to ignore it because this is the king and queen they’re talking about.

She screams as the pleasure overtakes her, and Link makes sure she doesn’t bury her face in the pillow to muffle the sound of it, and Purah feels Zelda’s thighs tighten around her ears as the hand on the back of her head forces her closer until she feels like she can’t even breathe.

To the sound of her niece panting and whining in the come down from a pleasure she’s sure she’s never experienced before, Purah finds herself muffled against the queen’s pussy as she fucks herself against her face and Purah does her best to keep up.

Her face is entirely covered in Queen Zelda’s juices, and she feels her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she struggles to breathe, her nose mashed into the light curly hair of her mound— but thankfully she’s freed from having to suffocate in an embarrassing way by Zelda’s thighs tighten around her head and she hears the queen whimper behind a bitten lip as she cums hard against her mouth.

She doesn’t release her immediately, leaving Purah shaking a little as she floods her mouth with her slick and she’s left to lap at her queen’s pussy while hoping that she’ll release her before the situation becomes too dire— but as soon as the pleasure starts to taper off, Zelda’s legs loosen from around her head and she uses her foot to push at her shoulder, sending her sprawling unexpectedly to the thankfully carpeted and not too far away floor.

Certainly better than being kicked, sometimes literally, out of their bed— which has happened now more times than she would care to admit.

Purah feels like she’s been made into an absolute mess, her face absolutely drenched in Zelda’s juices, her hair a mess from the way Zelda has grabbed at it to drag her around like the toy that she’s truly become at this point. She feels like she’s in a daze, and though she would like to deny that she’s wet between the legs, you can’t deny an objective fact.

Zelda takes a moment to catch her breath, slumping on the couch with one hand rested on her swollen belly, but it doesn’t take long before she turns her attention back to her— and Purah almost liked it better when the queen was more interested in Paya and Link, and wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to her even as she was eating her out as per her orders.

“You know… It might have been a little difficult at first, but you’ve really grown into this new role of yours, Purah.” The queen beckons for her to come closer. Purah struggles to get back up to her knees, but does as ordered, because what else is she meant to do at this point? “But I think you’ve really become something special… In fact, I think the two of you will make perfect additions to our harem. I think we have a long and prosperous future ahead of us.”

Just the thought of spending the rest of her life like this— or even however many years of her life this lasts before Zelda and Link grow bored with her and discard her— makes her want to throw up, but Purah manages to keep her breakfast down in spite of her morning sickness as she silently nods, hoping that the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes will be lost on the woman smiling in front of her.

Paya is doing enough crying for the both of them at the moment, sniffling and sobbing on the bed, trying her best to curl up into a ball. Purah is a little jealous about the fact that she wasn’t immediately shoved out, but as she gets up onto wobbly feet and stumbles her way over to the bed to carefully help Paya climb out of it, she decides there’s no use in being jealous.

The two of them are going to be in this together from now on, after all.

Paya practically crumples into her arms as she helps her out of the bed, cum dripping down her legs in spite of Link’s best efforts to finger it fully back into her, and Purah shushes her and strokes her hair comfortingly as she looks around to see where her clothes might have gone— shredded just like her own the first time, so she pulls the coat off from her shoulders and puts it on her, hoping to offer her at least a little cover.

Zelda rises from the sofa and makes her way over to the bed, received warmly by Link who even helps her into it, and the two of them might as well not even be in the room anymore— but Purah is used to it as she helps Paya gather what’s left of her clothes, enough hopefully to keep her covered until they get home, where she can do her best to try and explain to her great-niece what their shared future looks like.

As much as it might sicken her to think about it, a researcher like herself can’t deny the truth for long— nor can she ignore the reality of her life.

The two of them are royal concubines now, and that’s just how things are.