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Link, tired and sore from nonstop action, ran through the Hyrule countryside at a breakneck pace. Still far from his destination even after a day full of traversal, the hero’s eyes focused on the foreboding oranges and reds in the sky.

Sunset was approaching, which meant monsters would soon terrorize the countryside. Just as the weary hero’s heart was starting to sink, the ranch located in the center of Hyrule field peered over the horizon. Taking no more than a second to catch his breath, Link furrowed his brow, and set off toward the haven with renewed determination.

"Hello?" he called out, once he arrived at the ranch. He looked around the rickety old sheds that flanked the entrance, but no person was to be found.

It wasn't until he reached the open expanse of the farm that he saw a figure up ahead. And what a figure it was.

A young woman was tending to one of the horses, her white dress shone through the shades of twilight like a burning beacon. Even from a distance, the cut of the dress was evident, clinging tight to the woman’s backside, the fabric pulled tight due to her being bent over at the waist. It was a welcome distraction to the exhausted man, who couldn’t help but rest his eyes on the pillowy display. Her cheeks were outlined by the taught fabric and wagging as she worked. Link studied all the contours as if it was a sculpted masterpiece.

"Hello there, can I help you?" said a voice so sweet and melodic. Link yanked his eyes away from her enchanting backside to meet the gaze of her turned head. 

"Yes, I'm looking for the owner of this ranch," Link replied, stifling a sudden catch in his throat.

“You’re looking at her," she said, smiling and standing up to face him. "My name's Malon."

She outstretched a soft hand which Link shook it gingerly.

Malon couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her stomach as she looked into the man’s eyes. His face was kind and handsome, with a mane of blond locks tumbling down from his head. And as her gaze drifted down, his broad shoulders and sizable arms made it clear that this man was as strong as he was handsome.

"My name's Link. I'm looking for a place to rest for awhile. I'm more than happy to earn my keep," he said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Oh, I've heard of you. You're the hero who's going to save us all," Malon chirped. It was thrilling to speak with such a noble hero, but now that she knew who he was, it was obvious to her that this man wouldn’t want anything to do with a simple ranch girl like her. But still, Malon knew what the right thing to do was… and if that meant she would get to see the handsome man everyday, then that was just a bonus.

“You can stay here as long as you like, Link,” she said, hiding her mixed emotions with a sing song tone.

True to his word, Link spent most of the next day helping out around the ranch. He learned the ins and outs of farm life from the Malon, who showed a gentle kindness for the horses he found very attractive. In fact, day by day, he just found more and more things to find attractive in the girl. But he told himself he couldn’t let that distract him from his mission. He would just be here for a few more days until he worked up the strength to continue his journey. A week at the most. Unfortunately, more than the girl’s kind personality tempted him to stay.

One night, Link and Malon were quietly sitting next to each other milking cows. Malon’s hands were adept on the udders, whereas Link kept fumbling.

"No, no, no, youre never gonna get milk that way," Malon said. "Here, like this."

She reached for his cow, the innocent motion jutting her bust out toward Link’s face. Link’s breath caught in his throat, now unable to escape the reality he had been trying to ignore for days: His hostess was extremely heavy chested.

His throat as dry as the Gerudo desert, Link gulped. He tore his gaze away from the curves heaving in his face, only to find Malon’s eyes locked onto his. They sat frozen in time.

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, a physiological reaction which Link’s face mirrored, and eventually, she quickly turned away, breaking the spell.

"Well, that's enough for one night,” she said, forgetting she failed to show the hero anything (about milking cows, that is). “I'll see you tomorrow morning.”

With a smile that she just couldn’t quite suppress, Malon walked away an extra spring in her step. Link watched her every move, shifting his legs on the hard oak seat. As the pressure bulging the crotch of his tights built up, it was getting harder and harder to convince himself he wasn’t obsessed with the busty ranch girl.

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Before even the first rays of dawn kissed the Hyrule countryside, Malon’s was busy rifling through her closet. Today called for something a bit more daring than usual, she decided. She needed something different. Something that would keep Link's attention firmly fixed on her. Yes, his want, though carefully concealed, had not escaped her notice. In fact she had been up all night, replaying over and over the memory Link's eyes tracing the contours of her body. If he found her appealing in the innocence of a cow-milking lesson, what would happen if she chose to actively captivate him? The thought kept her up all night. 

But was the young woman tired? Far from it! Instead, she felt giddy. Despite a long day of ranch work and a night devoid of much sleep, she was fueled by a desire to keep the man on edge. To make him want her. To make him ache for her. She could feel her skin tingling, thinking of the powerful, gallant hero going weak in the knees at her very sight.

Having found the perfect outfit, she shed her pajamas. But for some reason, today, she stopped to turned to the mirror, realizing she's never paused to appreciate her naked form. Sure, she had looked at her stomach, wishing she could get it down, and shrink the rolls of fat that would inevitably be there. But she never looked at her body in admiration. Unlike Link!

Her figure was wide, with a slight hourglass curve. Her breasts hung down, a subtle sway that had always been there, unnoticed by her until now. It seemed almost ludicrous that these particular attributes had such a profound effect on Link, and yet, as she acknowledged their size and allure, a mischievous spark ignited within her.

Rummaging through her lingerie drawer, Malon found the perfect bra. Slipping it on, she reveled in its transformative effect. The bra’s lift made her ample assets defy gravity, and its padding made her breasts even more voluptuous and impossible to ignore. The straps, with the perfect amount of give, promises a subtle bounce with every innocent move she would make on the ranch, undoubtedly enticing the man’s gaze.

She then slipped into her outfit. The blouse had a hint of cleavage, which she paired with a knee-length skirt. As she fastened the skirt, Malon couldn't help but appreciate the way it accentuated her backside. The fabric gracefully followed her curves, creating a silhouette that hinted at the delightful fullness beneath while still maintaining modesty. All the while she was imagining Link stealing glances as she innocently moved about the ranch in her less-than-innocent attire. She chuckled at the thought. He would silently pine for her, all while she would pretend not to notice.

Her mind swirled with such fantasies as she buttoned up her blouse. Back in reality, she realized the fabric grew more taut as she ascended to the neckline, the final button struggling to find its place. Her eyebrows lept up, feeling a flutter as her gaze met her reflection in the mirror.

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My eyes sought Malon, and there she was, tending to the horses with an air of effortless grace. But something was different today – something that set my pulse racing from the first glance.

Against all logic, her breasts somehow seemed even fuller today. I immediately  scolded myself internally, reminding myself that she had shown kindness by offering me a place to stay, and it wouldn't be right to tarnish that with impure thoughts. After all, her chest is almost entirely covered, with only half an inch of cleavage peaking out the top. She probably didn’t even realize that minor exposure which I was obsessing over.

I tried to be a gentleman, I really did. Yet, as she moved, those distracting curves bounced with a playful rhythm that played havoc with my thoughts. My mind wandered, daydreaming about the forbidden touch of her breasts, the image of my hands on them sending a thrill through my body.

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Savoring the moment, I approached Link with a casual grace, feigning innocence as if unaware of the effect my attire had on him. 

"Good morning, Link. Sleep well?"

The hero, grappling with the unexpected intensity of his reaction, stammered a response. "Uh, yeah, morning. Slept... slept fine." His attempt at casualness fell flat as his gaze wandered back to my chest. He just can’t help himself, I thought.

Delighted by Link's flustered state, I decided to add fuel to the fire. "I thought we'd start the day with some horseback riding. What do you say?" I arched an eyebrow, fully aware that the prospect of spending more time with me in such close quarters would only heighten Link's internal struggle.

“No… maybe another time,” he replied.

“Shame. You look like you could use the ride!” I said, so cheerily he would never think I meant anything untoward. But the expression on his face told me the entrendre occurred to him.

I then walked away, of course adding a little extra sway to my hips as I walked. My dress made swishing sounds as I shifted my weight, trying my best to put on a show. Sure, it was an ankle-length dress, but it was woven from a blend of cotton and linen, meaning it was supple and prone to cling to my hips. I wanted so badly to turn my head. Was he staring at my ass? As much as I’d love to catch him in the act, I realized he’d be less inclined to check me out if he was always scared he’d get busted. I had to train him that it was okay to take a peak. He had to think I wouldn’t notice. 

And so, without missing a beat, I bent deeply at the waist and grabbed a bucket, and did my best to wag my perky rear end as I rounded the side of the corral.

I smiled, remembering the look on Link’s face when he first noticed my chosen blouse for the day. And I thought of how the clingy fabric must have looked just now as I bent over. “There was no way he kept his eyes off my ass,” I thought to myself, pride welling within me.

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Marlon’s teasing went on like this for days. Whether is was leaning over a well, having Link hold a ladder for her, or just being sure to put herself in the hero’s proximity, she always had a trick up her sleeve to keep the hero on edge. About a week in, the top button on her blouse finally relented, now revealing another inch of cleavage as the button permanently popped upon. But if Link noticed this serendipitous wardrobe malfunction, he certainly didn’t show it.

That’s not to say Malon didjt know the effect she was having on Link. She saw it, plain as day, in his pants on one or two occasions. But as the days went by, the stolen glances stopped. In fact, he wouldn’t so much as even glance her way, instead opting to look out into the distance whenever she talked to him. Was he losing interest?

One evening, at the start of twilight, Malon spotted spotted Link grooming one of the horses out in the field. The horse stood behind a high fence, and Malon noticed Link’s eyes were intent on the animal. 

“Let’s see if we can change that, shall we?” she thought to herself.

She walked over to the horse, her steps slow and measured, her eyes fixed on Link. As she reached the fence facing Link, she made sure to lean over a little more than necessary, her ample bosom squeezing against the fence as she rested it atop. The neckline pulled down even more as handfuls of her cleavage overflowed. The golden sunlight beat down on her pillowy canyon, as a bead of sweat dripped down the center. Link’s eyes bore into the sight before him, as if he’s be able to feel the soft and creamy flesh if he just stared hard enough.

“Whew, it’s hot out here,” Malon said, stretching the neckline away from her chest repeatedly. She put her legs over the fence and lowered her pretty backside on it. She pulled her dress up when she sat down, Link’s breath catching as she revealed her long, toned calves.

“The night really heated up,” she said, kicking her smooth legs back and forth, delighted to see that Link was unable to resist gawking at them as she waved them right under his nose.

“I don’t know how you can stand it in those tunic and tights,” she said, noticing the subtle way Link closed his legs when she referenced his pants.

“At least the breeze is nice,” she said. And at that, she turned around, she hopped off the fence away from Link.

The result was devastating to link. Malon’s leap blew her dress up like an umbrella in a terrible windstorm. Of course, he had already been checking out her muscular calves. But as descended, seemingly in slow motion, Link’s eyes ran up all the way up to her thighs. They were thick like tree trunks, but looked as soft as a cloud. The dress continued to ascend her body, revealing the bottom curves of two juicy ass cheeks. 

But just like that, it was over, and Malon fell to earth. Her big butt pushed out as she absorbed her fall, and Link attempted to see through the fabric of the dress to see what he missed.

But that wasn’t enough.

"Link, would you like to come with me to watch the sunset? It's my favorite spot on the ranch" Malon asked.

"I-I would love to" Link stammered, his heart racing at the thought of being alone with her. He had been with her for the past week, but this seemed so much more intimate. 

It only became moreso. As they watched the sunset together, Malon leaned her head on Link's shoulder and closed her eyes, relishing in the closeness. After a moment of contemplation, Link put his arm around her, feeling her curves pressed against him. But he quickly pulled it away and placed it back on his own leg, as if burned from the touch.

Still, the warmth of her body radiated through his arm, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as she leaned in close. The scent of her hair was like a sweet perfume, it was a heady mix of lavender and vanilla, and it made him feel dizzy with desire. The way her body felt against his was like a dream. The sound of her breathing was like a lullaby, slow and steady, and it made him feel calm and at peace. Her soft hair caressed his cheek.

Crickets chirped. A warm orange glow cast over the landscape, and a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers. But despite the serenity, the air was thick an unspoken tension. As Link looked out onto the field of golden wheat that swayed in the evening breeze, his mind still fixated on Malon.

Malon looked up at Link with lowered eye lids. "I'll see you tomorrow, Link" she whispered.

Her words tingled in his ears. A sensation that carried through his body, down to the tip of his dick.

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That night, after a long day of work at the ranch, Link lay on his bed in the small guest room Malon had graciously offered him. He stared at the wooden ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls.

Link turned onto his side, trying to get comfortable, but his mind refused to settle. All he could think about was Malon. The way her hips swayed as she walked, the curve of her rear end as she bent over to pick something up, the way her dress clung to her figure, accentuating every tantalizing detail. Her playful smiles and lingering touches had driven him to the brink of madness.

As he lay there, his imagination began to wander. He pictured Malon standing in the doorway. She was wearing a dress that was obscenely short and tight. Nearly all of her 38DD breasts were on display, and they bounced around as if they were free from the constraint of a brassiere. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in fiery waves, and her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire.

Link felt his heart race, his breathing quicken. He tried to push the image from his mind, but it was no use. He could see her so clearly, as if she were right there in the room with him. Her lips parted slightly as she begin to approach him. Her long legs slid past each other, left exposed by a hemline that stopped right beneath the tuck of her bum. Her rear end was fit to burst through the fabric of her dress, cheeks shifting against the tight fabric. Her eyes locked onto his. 

His body instinctively rose to the occasion, his thick member nearly tearing his pants in half as it lept in anticipation.  

In his mind, Malon reached out and gently ran her fingers down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "I've been waiting for you, Link."

With a shaky breath, Link made a decision. “Just this once,” he told himself, he would give in. “Just enough to take the edge off.” He hesitantly let his hand drift downwards, fingers grazing over the hardened length beneath his tights. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

He began to stroke himself slowly, his mind effortlessly conjuring images of Malon's curves. The sensation was intoxicating. His breath came faster, his heart pounding in his chest.

In his mind, he saw Malon step closer to him. Now, in his fantasy, it was Malon’s soft hand rising and falling along his length. His strokes became more urgent, his grip tightening as he lost himself in the fantasy.

Just as he felt the pleasure begin to build, a wave of guilt washed over him. What was he doing? He had a mission to save Hyrule, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.

With a pained groan, he forced himself to stop, his hand falling away as he lay there, panting.

The pleasure still throbbed within him, a desperate need that had been left unfulfilled. He clenched his fists, willing the sensation to fade, but it lingered, a constant reminder of what he had almost given in to.

He turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling once more. He lay there for what felt like an eternity, his body aching with desire, his mind a chaotic whirl of frustration and guilt. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything else, but the image of Malon in her provicative dress remained, taunting him.

He didn’t know how much longer he could resist her. He squirmed, but was unable to find a comfortable position as his hardon protruded and balls churned below. All he could do was lie there, longing for a woman he knew he could never have, and look forward to another full day with the busty ranch tease.

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The following day, Link woke up with the memory of his dream still fresh in his mind. He looked down and saw his member still throbbing. He had half a mind to finally relieve his aching manhood, but doing so on Malon’s property felt wrong. It wasn’t her fault he was so turned on by her. He just needed to focus.

Link walked out of the house, wiping the sand from his eyes.

"Good morning, Link," Malon greeted. "Are you ready for another day of work?"

Link’s wiped his eyes harder, sure he was still dreaming.

Malon was wearing a lacy black bra that pushed her round breasts up and together. The straps, thin and delicate, struggled to support the weight of her bust. The cups were large, each clinging to a breast that was more than a couple handfuls in size.

“What a beautiful sight,” Malon said, walking around in a circle, idly looking up at the sky.

Link tore his eyes from her protruding chest, down to her toned stomach, where a hint of her abs shone in the sunlight. He raked his eyes down farther, and that’s when he saw it.

Malon was wearing a black lace thong. It barely covered any of her, exposing her gigantic ass for the world to see. It proudly sat atop two legs that looked carved from marble.

Lin’s mouth hung open, too dry to form words. 

“Oh, I guess you figured it out. Today’s laundry day!” she said.

Her chest heaved with excitement. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her bra, revealing that she was very excited about Link’s reaction.

Link’s bulge engorged as he took in the sight of the small black lingerie, and how it contrasted against the backdrop of her overflowing, glistening curves.

"Well, let's get to work," Link replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

He looked at Malon with a mixture of desire and restraint, making the mischievous ranch girl feel powerful. She knew that she was pushing him to the brink and she loved it.

Throughout the day, Malon wouldn’t let Link ignore her. After all, she didn’t dress this way for just anyone.

As she bent over to pick up some feed, she presented her backside in all its glory. It didn’t matter she wasn’t facing him, she knew Link’s eyes snapped to the dreamy vision. She could practically feel his hungry eyes feasting on the barely-there, whisper of fabric she had wedged between her heavy cheeks. 

Link was helpless to resist. Her ass was a masterpiece of round, smooth curves and toned muscle. As she mixed up the feed, she wiggled her butt back and forth, Link’s eyes following its every movement as if it was a python preparing to strike. 

Then she stood up and walked toward Link, her breasts bouncing in a hypnotic dance. They looked ready to spill out of her bra’s large cups, which sat just low enough to reveal the barest hint of her areolas as she jiggled toward him.

She stood in front of him, with her hands on her hips. She looked him in the eyes, and gave a playful smile when he finally pulled his eyes up from her tits to meet her gaze. 

"Let me know if you want me to do your laundry, too!" she said.

Link laughed sheepishly. Malon ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes briefly flicking down.

“Sooner or later you’re gonna need to wash those tights,” she suggested. 

Link could feel the bulge in his tights growing to epic proportions, and he knew he couldn't hold out for much longer. He thought he had to get out of there before he did something her would regret.

Malon’s quick glance was enough to see Link was thoroughly aroused by her. She could see - feel - his tension. And she determined to make him explode by the end of the day.

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Malon knew Link was at the end of his rope. As the sun began to set, she spotted him raking hay, and decided to go in for the kill.

She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. Her breasts were on full display, and she could tell Link's gaze kept flicking down to it. To Link, they were juicy forbidden fruit, begging to be plucked. 

As she stood in front of him, she locked her eyes on his. The tension between them thickened.

She took a step closer, cocking her hip, and studied the way Link's breathing increased. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under her touch.

She eyed the massive bulge down in Link’s tights. His eight and a half inches were clearly defined in the taut fabric. The swollen head was plainly visible, and the veins on his shaft were clearly outlined. She watched the bulge pulse with each heartbeat, as if it were alive. It was begging for release.

She tilted her head back and parted her lips just slightly, a mesmerizing sight to the young hero. She took yet another step closer, pressing her half-naked breasts against his chest. She felt his hardness against poke into her, standing out like a beacon of desire only she could fulfill. 

Malon placed a hand on the massive bulge in his tights. It pulsed under her touch.

With her other hand, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, her lips inches away from his. They felt each other’s breath on their faces. She ran her hand up and down the length of his arousal, Link’s eyes tightly closing.

Malon knew that this was it: this was the moment when she would finally have him. 

She slowly unbuttoned his tights and his arousal sprang free. The tip of his cock was moist and shiny, indicating his readiness for her. It jumped as a light gust of wind blew over. With great care, Malon reached out, and gently wrapped her hand around his cock.

Link’s knees buckled as Malon slowly pulled her hand from the base of his shaft, all the way down to the tip. 

She ran her fingers underneath the head as she removed her arm and placed it around his back. She loved the way the hero tensed and relaxed under her touch.

She leaned in, feeling his exposed body against her own. 

"I want you, Link," she whispered, her voice low and husky. 

That was it. Link couldn't take it anymore. He crashed his lips crashing into hers. They battled for dominance in a fierce kiss, filled with untold amounts of pent-up desire. 

Link was lost in a whirlwind. He could feel Malon's Malon’s magnificent breasts pressed against his chest. He danced his thumbs over her pointed nipples as he groped her massive tits. He lowered a hand to feel the contour of her waist, feeling the way it curved into her wide hips, then flared out again into her round and firm rear end. Her bare ass cheeks were perkier than a peach, and he couldn't help but give them a loving squeeze.

Malon’s heart sped faster and faster as she felt Link’s hands roaming her body as they kissed. It was like he was trying to memorize every inch of her! She was equally insatiable, returning the favor by running her hands over Link's body, before refocusing her efforts on his rock hard shaft. She stroked him up and down, causing every fiber of his being to vibrate in pleasure.

They were two souls entwined in a dance of love and nothing else mattered but the two of them.

“Follow me,” Malon whispered, breaking the embrace.

Link’s mind was blank, but his legs beat forward as he followed behind the voluptuous vixen.

He had no choice but to follow the seductive swing of her thong-covered ass, his cock leading the way toward the object of his desires.

“I had a feeling you liked me, fairy boy,” Malon cooed, her hand drifting back to his dick. She barely made contact, running a finger back and forth to an achingly slow cadence that matched the sway of her step.

Link’s was unable to respond. His mind was filled with the teasing sensations on his cock and the gorgeous sight of her ass, bursting with raw sexuality. He needed to feel it up against him. The tip of his dick leaked with passion, leaving a thin trail through the ranch as it dribbled down his length. 

They walked into the house, Malon teasing Link’s cock all the while. At last they reached a flight of steps.

She turned to face him, smothering his cock between her thighs.

“I’m gonna need to let you go now,” she whispered. “Just keep right behind.”

She span back around, Link bucking forward as her soft thighs slid across the length of his dick. 

Malon ascended the stairs at a painstaking pace. As she gingerly took a step, she slowly swung her hip to the extreme.

Positioned higher on the stairwell, Link got a closer look at Malon’s immaculate ass, swiping back and forth a mere 3 inches from his face. He could smell her heady scent. He watched her supple cheeks as they overflowed from her thong, begging to be kissed by the his lips that trailed so near. Malon’s heart fluttered as she felt Link’s heavy breath on the swell of her ass, keeping time like a metronome as they went up the flight.

When they reached the top floor, Malon suddenly stopped, leaving a hapless Link to collide into her. Instinctively, his hands clung to her soft hips. His cock pulsed as it nestled between her thighs.

Malon pushed back her ass, slowly wiggling in circles against the hard length.

“Down, boy,” she said, with a laugh. She gyrated her ass against every inch of his throbbing member. “You were able to resist me all week. I’m sure you can wait until we reach the bedroom.”

In a flash, Link scooped Malon into his strong arms, marching for towards the closest bedroom in sight. His knees shook. His body struggled not under Malon’s weight, but from her presence. Her soft flesh drove him wild. She bounced up and down with his every step, Link’s bobbing cock rebounding against her the curve of her massive derrière. Malon traced shapes on his neck as she pressed her full lips against his cheek.

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Link barreled into Malon’s bedroom, dropping her on her bed, on her back. Her breasts flattened against her torso, revealing just how big and round they really were.

Link quickly straddled her, feeling the flesh squeeze under his touch through the lace bra. But just as quickly Malon rolled over and straddled Link, yanking his tunic over his head.

“What on earth has gotten into you,” she teased, her massive tits practically falling into his face. She looked down between Link’s legs, where his cock pointed at a steep 90 degrees. “You look like you could explode any moment.”

She reached down, and pulled his tights back up, stuffing his 8 inch member back into its cotton prison. “But you have to finish worshipping these tits if you want that moment to come.”

Link rolled back over, ripping off her bra as he straddled her. 

Malon’s breasts looked even bigger naked. They jiggled to each side, her large areolas staring up at him.

“You’ve been drooling over them all week. Are they everything you imagined?” she said.

Link’s cock leaped in his pants, straining against Malon’s crotch.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Link stared dumbly at the alluring flesh. These tits tempted him for what felt like an eternity, but staring them face to face, he didn’t know what to do.

Hesitantly, he reached a hand up. He traced his hand around the circumference of her right boob. He slid across the top, then felt around the side and cupped he underboob.

“I wanted to do this since the first day I met you,” he confessed.

“I know,” she replied. “Me too.”

He brought his left hand up and followed suit on the other breast. Malon closed her eyes and parted her lips.

“Oh Link...” she cooed.

His hands traced up her body. He held her breasts and lowered his lips on her own. They kissed slowly. Link loved the way her plump lips felt. 

He kissed her cheek, before kissing down her neck. Malon slowly rocked back and forth. Link progressed south, kissing the top of her chest. Malon exhaled sharply as he reached the top of her cleavage. 

Her gripped the sides of her massive breasts, and planted a kiss in the middle of her left tit. Then, her right tit. He gained speed, intent to kiss every inch of them.

His face mashed between her breasts as Malon’s breath quickened. He squeezed the flesh and rubbed her thick nipples, spiraling around them with great speed. Link was in frenzy, and as was Malon, who after getting progressively louder, finally let out a huge moan.

He could feel a wetness against his clothed cock, and he knew it wasn’t all him. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, Link gently kissing the rising and falling mountains.

Suddenly, Malon pushed Link off the bed with a great heave.

He stood up, bewildered, eyes still fixed on her chest. Malon slunk toward him. She pressed herself up against him, her round breasts squishing against his chiseled form. She put her arms around him and slithered down, rubbing her tits down his chest, then down to his stomach. Link quivered as her breasts rubbed up against his concealed cock for the briefest of seconds.

Malon gripped his tights and descended down to the floor with them.

“My turn,” she said, her breath hot on his throbbing cock.

She outstretched a finger, and lightly lifted his sack. It sagged around her, massive and heavy from a week of unspent desire.

“You’re filled to the brim,” she said, now raising and lowering the weight with four fingers. She looked up at him, eyes pleading with mock concern. “Did I do that?”

Link grunted in the affirmative.

She kissed the tip of his dick.

“Poor baby.”

She sat up on her knees, her dangling breasts teasing the top of his penis.

“I’ve been filling you up all week,” she said, lowering her breasts. “Maybe it’s about time this farm girl milks her lover.”

Link sharply inhaled as she grabbed her massive tits and squeezed them against his throbbing cock. He stifled a moan as she fully encased him in the pillowy heaven.

She rubbed him up and down, picking up speed as Link’s breath quickened.

“Your stamina is pretty good, fairy boy. After what I put you through, I thought you’d blow your load the instant you saw my tits. Especially with this rock hard, 8-inch cock,” Malon said. 

“...And a half,” Link croaked. 

“Let’s see if we can get it to 9,” she said, speeding up. But as when Link’s breath reached a frenzy, she decided to slow things down, squeezing her tits against the base of his shaft, then slowly sliding them up to the skyward tip of his dick. She milked him like the skilled milk maiden she was, going up and down, over and over, before speeding up, mashing her soft flesh around him like a tornado.

“Huhh, huhh, huhh,” Link’s breath sped up as his dick twitched like mad. He was in bliss between Malon’s perfect boobs, but he could only take so much. His ball sack convulsed as his body tensed. He was one stroke away, when Malon suddenly stood up!

Link bucked forward, his cock leaping up and down.

“Legendary stamina indeed,” Malon said. Link struggled on the edge of orgasm, eyes shut right as his body kept convulsing. She observed him from every angle, watching him tremble like a leaf. 

She strutted behind him as he shook. Her bosom flattened against his back as she leaned over his shoulder.

“Can you hold it back? Just how strong are you, Mr. Hero?” she sung in his ear, rubbing up against him as she traced a finger along his neck.

She walked around to his side, tracing a wave as she lightly slid her finger down his neck. Link yelled and lurched forward, but caught himself, as she slowly slid down his side, and then down his waist. 

His body was on fire as she delicately traced her finger across his solid cock, gasping for air as his temptress travelled over him. As she neared the tip, she let go, and pressed her full lips against the back of the pink, swollen, engorged head.

“Mwah!”

And like that, Link erupted. He shot load after load as his body convulsed, and Malon giggled at the sight. After a full minute of nonstop firing, he finally sat down on the bed, spent.

By then, Malon was already laying there under a blanket. She lifted up the sheet. She looked like a goddess. Her leg was bent up, and she cocked out her hip seductively. Her big breasts wobbled enticingly, as she bit her lip and looked up at Link with lowered eyelids.

“Come under the covers, lover,” she said, tracing her dainty hand atop the spot next to her.

He obliged. He held her close, and Malon wasted no time pushing her breasts up against him. He felt a familiar hand grip his cock as it coaxed back to life. She pressed her ruby lips to his ear.

“But only when I say.”