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Dick slammed the door to his apartment, feeling the fresh sting of anger trailing after his every step. Another day of failure, another escaped villain. It wasn't like him to be this sloppy, this careless. He cared for the people of Bludhaven, took pride in his work here as Nightwing. 

So why were things falling apart lately? 

He tossed his escrima sticks onto the couch. They instantly disappeared into the discarded clothing that was strewn around the place. He'd be worried about not being able to find them later if he had any plans on going back out. The night was young, but it felt like it had already been metered out for Dick. He was brooding over his kitchen counter when his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Kori

Is there something wrong? 

Nothing wrong, just calling it a night.

He had completely forgotten he had hung up on her earlier, having spotted the vandals he had been after. Small fry, a simple target. Should have been an easy clean up job, a nice little star on his failing record this week. 

Were you able to get the criminals? 

This certainly didn't make him feel better. He had been telling her about his continued fuck ups. He stared at the glowing screen until it dimmed, then shut off entirely. Deciding not to take it out on Kori, he made his way to the bathroom and began to run a shower, starting to peel the tight uniform off, when he heard a knocking from the living room window. 

Dick instantly regretted throwing his escrima sticks so flippantly, and slowly made his way around the corner and down the narrow hall, choosing his steps carefully. 

What he saw floating at his window wasn't an enemy, but Kori herself. Her bright green eyes alight with concern. 

Dick righted himself, frowning as he forced the window open. 

He stuck his head out, “What're you doing here?” 

“I was worried when you did not respond that something had gone wrong,” she answered simply, cocking her head ever so slightly to the side as she took in his half zipped costume. 

“I'm fine,” he hissed back, but there was a softness to it despite the hard wall he was fronting. 

“Move aside,” Kori ordered, gliding in without waiting to see if Dick would move or not. 

He did, damn him. There was never anything he wouldn't do for her. 

Kori, in her purple and silver trimmed costume, looked ready for action. Her red hair flames behind her, making her as the otherworldly alien she was. 

Kori looked around the room, taking in the clothing, trash, and overall disarray of the place. 

“I wasn't expecting company!” he said a bit derisively. He wasn't sure why he was so defensive. 

“What is on your mind?” 

Dick hesitated, not having expected that to come from her. What was on his mind? He waited a moment, staring her down as he fumbled for the right way to explain himself. 

“I just...,” he looked down to the ground, to the ceiling, then back to the ground. 

“Yes?” Kori prompted, stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently. 

Dick huffed, committing, “I've made so many mistakes lately. It just feels like I've hit a wall and I don't know how to move past it. Even small fry like tonight keep getting away!” 

Even just that little bit of release had him feeling like a weight was being shifted. 

“What has you distracted? This is not like you.” 

“Just everything that's happened," he gestured vaguely, because there were so many things he could be referring to. Was it Spyral? The Robin War? Everything Batman had been going through with his memory loss? He could go on for days and it still wouldn't cover everything. 

“Do you think it would help to relax?” 

Dick snorted, walls beginning to snap up. 

“Yeah, how?” 

He almost began to shake her hand off when she pulled him in, her head tilted down slightly for their lips to meet. 

Instantly, Dick's head went empty. 

“Oh,” he smiled, pulling just a breath away from her to look up. They had always been great at this particular relaxation method. 

Kori matched the quirk of his lips, and before he could go back in for another deeper kiss she had pulled back. 

Confused, he stood there frowning. 

Kori smiled wider, arms crossed, one hand up to her lips. “I think we should try something different.” 

Dick's cock twitched, feeling as confused and uncertain as his head was. He knew he would do whatever she suggested, she had a much more adventurous and daring mind then he did. It had never led him astray before. 

“And what's that?” he offered, anticipation wrenching in his gut. 

Kori, deciding on a course of action, walked over and began to pull the rest of his costume off. She used just enough force to help peel it the rest of the way down, but was careful to never touch his skin directly.

“I think,” she began as the fabric rolled down his chest and arms, “that you need something to help you forget what you have going on. I think you need something to focus on you, alone.” 

Dick liked the sound of that. 

Kori, having worked the suit down to his abdomen, crouched down onto her knees. She looked up at him as she continued, not breaking eye contact for a moment. By the time the black and blue costume hit the ground Dick’s excitement was nearly hitting her in the face. He could feel her hot breath mixing with the cool air on his cock, but still she didn’t look away from him. Still, she remained focused on his face alone. 

She stood then, towering over him slightly, and grabbed his hand, leading him into the shower that was still running. Without a word of instruction, she led him into the hot running water, the contact making him shiver. 

“Grab yourself,” she whispered sweetly into his ear as she sat him down onto the large bench built into the wall. 

Kori positioned herself behind him, the water hitting his naked body as she remained fully clothed. Dick didn’t know what was going to happen next, only that the shower felt good, the warm water taking away with it the dirt and grim of the city and his failure, and the arms of a strong and beautiful woman were guiding his hands down to grasp his own dick and begin working it up and down. 

Dick’s hand grasped firmly as Kori whispered in his ear, “Just focus on what I’m saying, nothing else.” 

He instinctively closed his eyes, doing as she said, and thinking about her words alone, the soft timber of her voice in this moment tickling his ear and smoothing out the roughness of his anxieties. 

She had let go of his arms then, as he took on the orders given without further need for clarification, and began to lather some soap into her hands. She worked her fingers through his knotted hair, longer than it should be, as she said, “You are doing such a good job for me.” 

Dick shuttered at the words and the gentle massage. While she was not touching him sexually at all, there was something even more intimate about this process. She was cleaning him, taking the frustrations in more ways than one, and allowing him to empty his thoughts as she did this. 

For the first time in a while his head started to go empty, the only thing he had to focus on was the continuous movement of his hand up and down, up and down, up and down, as the water eased the passage. His hips twitched in small movements, his breathing hitching every now and then. 

“You are listening so well. Such a good boy,” she cooed, taking small handfuls of water to clean the shampoo from his scalp to avoid his eyes. 

He heard the pop of his body wash, the smell of it taking over the bathroom in force, as she lathered it into a washcloth. Normally, he rushed through the process, quickly moving the garment around once it was lathered. 

Kori, on the other hand, took her time. She started with his shoulders, massaging the muscles with the same softness she had just done with his hair. She worked in all the grooves and outlines of the various muscles as if she was cleaning a marble statue from the Romans to bring out all the fine details that were often eroded away with time. 

She was reconstructing him from the faded version he had been into sometime stunning. 

“You have done so much for the people around you. It is time you got something back in return.” 

The soap began to mix with the water running down his body as Kori continued. Dick fully rested his head back onto her shoulder, moaning now as she found her way to his pecs and abs. Her lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, a chaste kiss to match the ministrations being given. 

“Kori,” Dick groaned out, fist pumping harder as her hands continued lower. 

“Richard,” she answered back, lifting her hand up to squeeze the washcloth so the soap would fall onto his shaft. 

The sudden addition took him by surprise, his eyes flying open and his hand stuttering with the new fluid. Kori was still looking at him, probably hadn’t stopped once this whole time. Her focus never wavered, giving all her attention to him. 

He could have cum right there from the look she was giving him, but instead he bit down hard on his lip. 

“Do not stop now, you were doing so good on your own. Keep going, but do not come yet.” 

He hadn’t even realized that he had stopped working himself. With a small nod, almost whimpering from the command and the release of his lip, he continued again. He knew that this was not going to last much longer. The sensation was building in his balls, a tightness that he could only hold back for so long. 

Kori skipped rubbing his dick down, moving instead to his legs. As tall as she was, though, her reach could only go so far. Dick has slowed his pace considerably. He hadn’t closed his eyes again, either. Instead he kept the same eye contact she was giving him. He was wholly hers at this moment. She could tell him to do anything, and like a soldier with marching orders off he would go. Willingly, happily, eagerly. 

“Are you ready to finish?” she asked, freeing one had to trail along his jaw line. 

Dick could only nod, taking down the mental damn he had built to keep himself in check from erupting. 

Kori bent down, kissed him deeply, licking up the small blood that had gathered from his bite. Her one hand with the cloth trailed the sensitive skin with the hard muscle line from his stomach to his leg, pulsing and twitching from the contact, and the other continued to stroke his jawline. 

Dick busted, not violently but with a force he hadn’t known he could feel. The warmth from the shower, the sensation of the small, light, and caring touches, and the kiss that seemed to take him the final step out of his head and into a calm, he knew he would never forget and never find in anyone else ever again. 

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“Volt, what are you doing?” Eddie demands, half bent over in pain.

“I’m saving you,” Volt hissed back, slamming the door shut to all the people out in the bar and stage area of The Breaker Box. 

“I don’t see how this is going to help,” Eddie barked back, back hitting the wall as sweat continued to pour down his face. 

Volt couldn’t look at him, couldn't think about what he was going to do, what needed to be done in order to save them. He knew that this was the only way to stop the deterioration of his other half. 

“Volt,” Eddie said again, his voice becoming more and more desperate. 

Finally, Volt turned back to him. It was worse than he had thought. Eddie was fading before his eyes, wasting away. If he took it any further then he would really be gone for good. 

“I can’t do it,” Volt told him, feeling something wrenching around in his gut. There were so many emotions roiling around. He was a pot that was about to boil over, screaming and hissing at being left unattended. 

“I don’t see any other way we can fix this. We have to.” Eddie’s face was graying, his breathing becoming more and more labored. 

“NO!” Volt yelled, slamming a fist against the gray metal wall. “I won’t do it.”

Eddie’s expression changed, turning from desperate to almost fearful. “What does that mean?” 

“It means you have to rest,” there were no thoughts in his head as he said this, nothing but the forceful need to protect his heart from stopping. 

“I am resting, Volt. I am resting now. I already feel better. Let me just-” 

Volt crossed the short room in one stride over to Eddie, a hand placed on his chest to keep him down on the ground. “No, Eddie. You will rest, and you will rest now.” 

“Let me up,” Eddie grabbed onto Volt’s hand on his chest, the sweat from his fever already making his grip questionable. 

“You’re going to stay here,” Volt instructed, his voice brooking no room for argument or discussion. 

“You can’t keep me here,” Eddie gritted out, but he was too weak to break away. 

“I can, and I will.” 

“Let me up.” 

“No.”

“Volt,” there were tears in Eddie’s eyes. 

This made Volt come back to his senses, if only slightly. He was hurting him, he knew this. He was taking away his choice to be a free man, to make his own decisions. But didn’t he give up some of that when he made Volt? 

“I can’t lose you, Eddie,” now it was Volt’s turn for his voice to break, cracking just as loudly as his hair was from the emotional turmoil he was feeling. 

“You’re not going to lose me. I’m right here,” Eddie squeezed Volt’s hand tightly in a reassuring way. 

Volt caved, his forehead coming down to touch Eddie’s sweat coated one. Already he could feel that Eddie was coming back down to a normal temperature. He was recovering, he would get better. But then there was the voice in the back of his mind saying: for how long, this time? 

“Eddie.” Volt’s hand was still pressed to his chest as he crouched over the other man, his broad shoulders dwarfing that of his counterpart. 

He had only ever known life with Eddie, from the moment Eddie had split him off from himself. In some ways, Volt was the best part of Eddie, but in others Eddie was also the best part of him. Neither would feel whole without the other around, and shutting down this place was the biggest risk Eddie had ever asked him to take. Even if it was only for a moment. 

Eddie’s other hand cupped Volt’s face. He was the only one who could withstand the shock of touching his like this. 

“I’m always going to be right here with you,” Eddie tried to sooth him again with this reassurance. 

Volt grabbed the hand that was touching his face and kissed his palm, his lips pecking lightly and then more demandingly as he continued his way down his tanned arm. Eddie sucked in a breath, his arm going tense for a moment before he relaxed into the touch. 

Neither of them had discussed their feelings for one other, never acted on it. But there had always been something there. It had always felt like they were a moment away from coming undone together. 

So when Volt continued kissing, continued making his way down Eddie’s arm and then up his neck and to his face, where they spent but a moment looking at each other, there was no more hesitation when he finally claimed his lips for his own. This wasn’t the simple pleasure of a first time, of lovers coming together and exploring their likes and dislikes. 

Eddie was half of himself, and he knew exactly what he wanted, what he desired. He hooked his arms under his legs, yanking his forward and off the support of the wall, while maintaining the kiss. Eddie tasted of anger and whiskey, the sourness of his attitude as prevalent in his drink as it was in his mouth. 

Volt gripped Eddie by the shoulders, hoisting him up from the soft worn wood and against the cold metal. Between the plastic shelves filled with various bar ingredients and bottles of liquor they crashed into one another. 

No longer holding back, Volt tore Eddie's shirt off, the buttons popping all and falling to the ground, as Eddie pushed back the oversized jacket Volt always wore as decoration. Both were feral as they tore at each other until there was nothing left but skin. 

Volt twisted Eddie and pushed him against the wall, palming his cheeks as he kissed the crook of his neck. More color had come back into Eddie's face than ever before, making him seem less of a haunted man and more of an actual person. 

Volt, ready and rigid, used one hand to start stroking Eddie as his other worked his hole open. Eddie writhed against him, breathing just as hard as he had been when the fever had struck. 

“Are you ready, sweet?” Volt whispered in his ear as he jerked his hand a little harder. 

Eddie's body shuddered, reacting to the motion instantly. 

“You already know I am,” Eddie bit back, though it lacked his usual bitter bite. 

Volt didn't hesitate a moment, pushing himself up and in, head fully supported by Eddie's shoulder as he continued. It felt so much better than he would have ever imagined.

Electricity flared in his blood, connecting with that of Eddie's own. His whole body was alight with the sensations, like little sparks. 

Eddie's hand came around to grab onto Volt's hips, urging him to move faster. Volt continued to work him in the front as he moved, thankful for the support of the wall. He knew he was crushing his full weight into Eddie, but he brooked no argument as he moaned with each thrust. 

“Volt,” Eddie cried, a mimicry of his earlier protestations but this time the meaning was all too different. The charge in the room is no longer that of dread and despair, but desperation and an answer to a missing part of himself. 

Volt didn't answer, but bit down on Eddie's neck. He was feeling too many things all at once to pick just one to settle on. 

Eddie cried out in pain and pleasure, and Volt snaked his free hand up to the base of his neck and yanked down, giving him the necessary leverage to thrust harder and faster. 

He needed to be buried as deeply into Eddie as possible. He wasn't sure how he was ever going to let go of him ever again. This, he knew, would be the best and worst mistake of his life. 

“Eddie, cum for me, darling,” he cooed, licking up the hurt from his teeth, enjoying the indentation and growing bruise that was sure to last for days after this. 

“Face me,” Eddie ordered, but it came out much more like a plea than anything. 

Volt stepped back just enough to allow the other man to turn. Once again, Volt hooked his legs around his arms and hoisted Eddie up, now supporting his weight entirely. Hastily, he transferred Eddie's legs over his shoulders. 

He reclaimed access to his other half, thrusting his dick back into his ass as if it never left. Eddie cried out again, but Volt was soon thrusting and working his cock, the other hand supporting him against the wall. 

“Say you're mine,” Volt ordered, though now he knew he was the one who was pleading instead. 

Eddie, face flush and tears streaming down his eyes, answered, “I'm yours.” 

Volt gave a violent thrust at this, elation and pleasure at the confirmation shooting right up his spine and deep in his balls. He wouldn't last much longer. 

“Say you'll never leave me,” came the next demand. 

“I-” Eddie hesitated at this, eyes frantic but slightly glazed as his mind tried to work around the problem. 

“Say it,” Volt growled, stilling as he bottomed out for a moment and giving Eddie's dick a little twist. 

“I'll never leave you,” Eddie gasped, head rolling back against the metal wall painfully as his cum spurted out. 

Volt felt the words as shock throughout his body, unending his own pleasure into Eddie as he did. That was the only thing he had ever truly wanted, the only thing he had ever truly needed. 

Eddie was his, and would always be his. 

Both having spent themselves, forehead meeting forehead for a moment as they came down from the high. Panting hard, arms and legs twitching, Volt kissed the top of Eddie's head and gently placed him back to the ground. 

He caressed his face, looking deep into his tired eyes. The bags were still so pronounced, even more so with the flush of fucking. 

“Get some rest, darling,” Volt said as he stood, zipping himself back into his pants. 

“No, I have things to do around the bar. I have to-”

“No.”

Eddie was frozen on the ground as Volt looked down at him. 

“I'm fine,” Eddie tried to wave him off, but Volt only continued to tower over him. 

“You're going to rest here until I feel you're healed up enough.” 

“That's not how this works-”

“That's how it's going to work now.”

Eddie looked shocked, unable to come up with a rebuttal. 

Volt crouched down, kissed him again, said, “I'll be back with some water and a snack,” and left the room behind. 

“Volt!” Eddie yelled from behind the door, but Volt didn't stop himself from locking it. 

No one else would hurt his other half again. They would be together forever, just like he promised. 

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Ganon stood alone in the endless fields of the afterlife, waiting for his two other companions. He was cursed to be their nemesis in life, while he was “whole”, being pitted against them in the endless god and goddesses in their never ending battle. But while he was here, while they were here in this interim of places they were free to feel and do as they wished. 

Link appeared first, as he often does. The life of a warrior is not one of leisure and takes a toll on the body unlike most others. Ganon embraced him, soothing the man in the only way that he knew how. Hushing and stroking his blond hair as he came back to this misty place. It often was a jarring experience for him. 

Zelda appeared a few years after that. Graceful and dignified as always, she took almost no time to adjust to her surroundings. She was one of the most stalwart people he had ever met in any lifetime. Her soul materialized, she took in her environment as the full knowledge and memories came back, and she set out to find them. 

The layout of the world between was whatever they chose to make of it. Each time they came back to life there was some new excitement to be uncovered or created from their memories and experiences. This time Ganon and Link chose to create a large hot spring. This is where Zelda located the pair. 

“Already enjoying your time off, I see?” she questioned with a hint of a smile. They had long ago decided to call this their vacation, a way to make the transference back and forth a little easier. 

“Join us!” Ganon beamed, his chest heaving as he took in her form. 

As otherworldly as always. Link felt the same, he knew, but he so often got to spend their time working with her. Every day he spent with her was a blessing, one he relished and secreted away in his mind. He loved Link too, but he typically got to spend some time alone with him before she arrived. 

That made this time with her, especially in the beginning, all the more special to Ganon. 

The others knew this as well, knew that he hated always being their enemy, always having to fight them and put them through so many ordeals. But that was the life they had chosen to live. 

Zelda gave no verbal reply, but began undressing as she slipped into the water. Her golden hair was shorter this time around, braided around the crown of her head in a coronet. Small tear-like tattoos in rows of three adorned her under eyes. 

Her nipples peaked as she stepped ever deeper into the water. Ganon sat back, watching as the warrior embraced the queen, his bare chest flush against hers as he kissed her deeply, face cradled in his hand. Zelda wrapped her hands around his shoulders, connecting the two. 

Ganon sipped from some spirit wine, savoring the taste as he watched the two embrace, and then mark the change in the encounter as Zelda’s hand began to trail lower down Link’s body and beneath the steaming- but clear- water. Link gave a startled sound, body tensing at the first contact of her hand on his cock. Her other hand went to his back side, gripping his cheeks as she started to stoke him. 

It was always like this, an insatiable desire to reconnect with each other when they first arrived here. Ganon was much more accustomed to being alone and controlling this sensation. Only in the most gruesome of instances would one of the three prefer to be alone to process before coming back together. 

He forced his mind away from those thoughts as Zelda began making her way over to him, the water trailing behind her as she led an already flushed Link behind her. Ganon sipped again, enjoying the view of the water trailing down her torso. Enjoyed seeing Link’s hard dick bobbing and already poised for their reunion. 

They were infinite beings, having lived countless lives and endless years. So many experiences but nothing ever overcame the pleasure of the three of them locked together, joined in the ways they were always meant to be. 

“My Queen,” Ganon greeted. She loved the title he gave her here, knowing that it was a sweet difference to their physical lives. 

“Ganon,” she said, her lips forming his name making the most lovely sound to his ears. No malice, no hate. Just the love and appreciation she truly held for him. 

He extended the cup to her, enjoying the way her lips found the same spot he had just used. She downed the wine, her throat bobbing. It made Ganon’s mouth go dry. 

Link sidled up to him, a hand reaching down to play with his nipple rings. Ganon’s head rolled back, taking in the sudden painful and pleasurable feeling all at once. Link was not rough, no, not like Zelda liked to be. He had thought that it was because in life Link was typically the one running around and killing things- killing him, while Zelda often played a much more tactical role. 

Zelda flung the cup behind her and planted herself between the two men. Ganon was easily twice her size, while Link was only larger in the ways that his muscles were trained and packed on. She grasped Link by his dick once again, stroking him as he continued to roll Ganon’s ring, and took his own growing cock in the other. 

“I’m so happy to be back with you two,” she sighed while caring for the both of them. 

Instantly, the two men began to huff with a much more labored breathing. Link kissed Zelda’s neck, hips bucking to match her slow but growing pace. Ganon was coming to full attention, the water and wine and intoxication from having both of his lovers back making him easy. 

“Let me greet you in full then,” Ganon said, standing up to his full height. Water sloshed off of him in waves, fully dousing Zelda and Link. He gathered her up into his arms and perched her onto the lip of the springs, opening her legs wide as he took her in. This was where he belonged, where they all belonged. 

He went down to his knees, kissing the soft skin of her legs before feasting on her. She tasted of books and knowledge, sunshine and atmosphere. He licked from the bottom of her to the top, reacquainting himself with her body. Not that he had forgotten, but just that he wanted to commit it to memory at least one more time. 

Zelda groaned, flinging a hand out for Link to join her. Link followed, and she took his cock again but this time brought it to her mouth. She was confident and knew exactly what it was she wanted. 

Link began a steady pace, his dick hitting the side of her mouth and coming back out to just the tip before going back in again. Zelda gagged, but they knew she could take it. She was always good about taking it from anywhere they wanted to give it. 

Ganon found her clit, swirled his tongue, and Zelda arched her back, causing Link to go deeper than he had up until that point. Link hissed in delight, Zelda hummed a moan around his cock, and Ganon felt his dick get harder from their pleasure. He continued to swirl his tongue while he started sucking that bud. Zelda extended a hand into his red hair, gripping. Her humming vibrated around Link’s cock, causing him to stutter his pace. 

It was all so glorious. 

Ganon squeezed Zelda’s thighs, pausing as he looked up at Link. He placed a hand around the back of Link’s neck. He could choke the warrior out with just one hand, but that was not his intention right now. Right now, he wanted Link to taste Zelda on his lips. 

He kissed him, tonguing the hero as he had just done Zelda’s cunt. Link, still thrusting into Zelda’s mouth, fought his tongue back with the same proficiency he always had during the last battles in life. 

Ganon started to finger Zelda, placing one larger digit into her at a merciless pace. He pulled out to his top knuckle, then went back in until he reached his hand. Link began his own hand fucking of Ganon’s cock, trying his best to grasp the whole thing in just one hand was impossible. 

Ganon bit down on Link’s lip, drawing just the slightest bit of blood as Link tugged and twisted his cock. It was almost perfect. Zelda pulled her head back, Link’s dick coming out with a satisfying pop as she looked up at the two of them making out. 

“I want you both inside me,” she ordered the two of them. 

And just like obedient retinue, the two of them broke apart. It didn’t take but a moment of silent communication for the two men to decide what they wanted to do. Ganon picked Zelda up by her hips, switching positions so he was seated once again partially in the water while she straddled his waist. 

Zelda leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself and Link from his mouth, as she eased down onto his cock. Groaning like an enthusiastic whore into his mouth she began to grind on him. Ganon matched her noises, thrusting a few moments while Link lined up behind the two. 

Link stilled Zelda by placing two gentle hands on her waist. She turned back to him, capturing his mouth as she had just done Ganon’s. Without taking her off Ganon’s cock, Link pushed her down onto his chest so her ass was bared for him. He linked himself up with her, running a sensual hand down her spine as he brought the tip forward. 

Zelda enjoyed being opened by both of them. It was something she was so familiar with. Link did not meet much resistance as he pushed himself in. Zelda’s hands, holding Ganon’s pecs, dug into his skin. Ganon kissed the top of her head, waiting for both of them to find their place. 

Link moved back and forward slowly, adjusting. Once Zelda was no longer clawing into Ganon she set her own rhythm, pushing back into Link as she bounced on Ganon. Her tits were moving with the intense and heavy pace Zelda chose. Ganon knew that this was something Zelda wanted to do as quickly as possible. Not to rush the feeling, not to get it over with, but to reconnect the other parts of herself in this way when they had been apart for so long. 

Link was grunting, barely needing to move from the expert maneuvering of their Queen. He was biting his lip to keep himself grounded, but Ganon knew he would soon lose that struggle. He himself was no better, enjoying the clenching and unclenching of Zelda’s walls as she writhed astride him. His cock was throbbing, each swish of her hips sending him close to the edge. 

Her head was thrown back in a look of pure joy. Link’s hands came around her front, tearing her nipples and fondling the sensitive skin. Ganon took the cue, working her clit in circles. 

“Oh  fuck,” she moaned, one hand placed on Ganon’s chest now and the other fisted behind her in Link’s hair. 

It had come free of its messy ponytail, now wild and plastered to his face from the water and sweat. His eyes were wild as they tracked Ganon’s pleasure. 

“Cum with me,” Ganon asked, a prayer to the only people he had ever come to view as his saviors. 

Link bit down on Zelda’s neck, causing her to cry out and send her over the edge. Her whole body vibrated as the waves coursed through her, Link twisting her nipples in just the right way. Zelda, her inner walls clenching around Ganon’s and Link’s cocks, send both of them over with her. 

They came inside their Queen, giving her the only real gift that they could in an endless cycle of being reborn again and again. Ganon roared with his climax while Link moaned into her neck. Zelda collapsed onto Ganon’s chest and Link hugged her close. 

The three of them stayed like that through the after chocks of their orgasms. They sweetly stroked different parts of their exposed flesh, recounting fond memories over the centuries and delivering kisses without thought for what would come next. 

Inspired by this art. All credit goes to the author (see link)

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