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Lynels were not actually that dangerous to settlements in Hyrule. They were fiercely territorial, but usually lived in isolation, driving off other monsters as well and only leaving their home to hunt. They were terrifying creatures and killed plenty of would-be adventurers who challenged them, but Link knew Lynel were not something he needed to drive from the wilds. Link remembered this much as he approached the plateau overlooking the Zora's domain.

All he needed were the shock arrows the creature made in its lair--a cave at the back of the plateau carved into a spot where the rock rose and jutted off the plateau like a hand. Sneak in, grab what he needed and leave. It'd been a week since he recovered the memory those Lizalfos returned to him, and his turn to the Zora's domain was just a winding path of visiting encampment after encampment of Lizalfos. He'd taken enough rough fucking that he actually remembered their language. He couldn't remember who taught him it, but he remembered learning it for combat purposes. It was much harder to surprise him if he understood the orders they gave each other.

The downpour from the divine beast would mask Link's scent, which was a blessing. Lynel attacked anything in their territory, so even trying to mask his scent with a Lizalfos wouldn't work on this creature. The plateau was lined with boulders, and it was while sneaking a peak around one that Link finally got a good look at the creature. It was the first he'd seen since waking and it certainly stirred something in him.

How could it not? This taur with its fiery red mane swooping down its back, its elegant horns and torso rippling with muscle. Link caught his breath for a moment then had to duck around the boulder to keep from being seen. His heart was racing. He shook his head to clear his mind and reminded himself of the mission ahead of him. The sight of this Lynel felt familiar, like looking for a landmark on a road not traveled in a long time. Had he...?

The Lynel's hooves could be heard splashing in the rain. Link froze up and flattened against the rock. He didn't draw a breath as he heard the beast draw close and scent the air, his nostrils flairing as if searching for him. He growled then walked away. Link peaked back and saw the Lynel's backside, his wet tail whipping in agitation and occasionally revealing his hung sack, which was the size of Link's head. Link felt a stirring in his crotch. The Lizalfos were great, but it'd been so long since Link worshipped a set of virile balls like that.

He had to remind himself this beast would kill him. He'd finish what he was doing here and find something to fuck him later. Maybe after Vah Ruta was taken care he could get that prince to breed him. He surely had to be hung. He could not remember if he had slept with any Zora in his past life, but the prince was twice his size and Link couldn't deny that his stupid smile made Link want Sidon to bite him till he drew blood.

The Lynel seemed distracted by something. It paced to the edge of the plateau, his back to Link. Quietly, and avoiding puddles so he did not make noise sloshing in water, Link used trees and rocks for cover as he moved to the Lynel's hollow. The stone had been cut smooth, and a leather curtain stitched from the hides of various animals had been put up to keep the rain out. Once behind it, Link would be safe to collect the Lynel's things, then he could climb up on top of the cave and make for the cliff and paraglide back to the reservoir.

Link couldn't have been prepared for the smell. Just as the rain washed out his, it had been washing out the Lynel's till Link pulled the wet, leather curtain aside and stepped into the creature's den. A stained, stone slab was used for butchering animals, there was a fire pit, a sharpening stone for the Lynel's weapons, leather slings nailed to the wall that held swords, shields, and shock arrows the taur had crafted, and a pile of furs at the back behind the fire pit. The smell, though. It was so strong it made Link dizzy, he moaned and stumbled toward the furs. Something about it... so masculine and musky and virile. Link's cock was hard and leaking pre by the time he fell into the pile, fumbling to strip off his pants and touch his cock. He stroked furiously, groaning as he remembered. He had been here before, at the epicenter of this place.

He remembered the Lynel laying on its side while Link gladly buried his face in the taur's ass, moaning at the taste and smell as he degraded himself with the Lynel's scent. Letting anyone know where he belonged as he tongued and tasted the rich, earthy and musky rim and cupped the heavy balls still wet with his saliva after many minutes of long worship.

All thought of his mission or the danger he was in had fallen away.

His dripping cock throbbed in his hand and left spots on the furs. He groaned and bunched up the furs in his hand before grinding his dick against them, thinking how he wanted to be buried in this scent. He needed to worship this perfect stud.

The leather curtain was drawn back and Link looked up into the burning green eyes covering of the Lynel covering the doorway. Something about that intensity--Link gasped as his eyes went wide:

A Lynel killed a Hylian camping by Toto Lake... Link tasked to hunt the beast so it wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else... When he reached the plateau--a fierce fight... Both cut up and panting... staring each other down... trying to buy time to catch his breath, Link asked in its tongue why it killed the Hylian... The Lynel, surprised, answered, "They we're recklessly poaching game in my territory." Then he asked, "Why have you been aroused this entire fight?" Link embarrassed by him knowing how much he wanted this creature. Link faltered--the Lynel charged, pinned him, did not kill him. His musk so overpowering it made Link weak. The Lynel accusing, "You want me. Give up and I will give you what you want."

The Lynel in the entranceway to the cave said, "Link?" It was the only Hylian word he bothered to learn. He drew his bow and growled in his language, "This is some trick, answer me in my tongue or die."

Crackling electricity moved from the notch down to the string of the bow, his arms were tense and muscles bulging out against his hide. His wet mane clung down his flesh and water dripped down his fur, matting his coat down and showing the taut muscle of the Lynel.

Link shuddered and came to. "Nock?" He groaned, confused at what he felt. Relief? Like finding a...

"How are you not dead?" Nock had not lowered his bow. "Even if the calamity hadn't killed you, you've not aged at all."

Link wasn't sure he had the vocabulary in any language to explain ancient technology that preserved his body and mind for so long. He said, "Sheikah... magic..." he had to still search for words, "I slept."

Nock lowered his bow. Link was still hard, panting with his face now down. It felt like he was getting clubbed in the head.

Link grabbed his temples and groaned as the Lynel stepped inside. He began arranging some dried wood inside the fire-pit. Link felt nauseous. He groaned and said, "I... I lost my memory..."

Nock looked over in surprise. "You remembered my name--"

Link fell on his side and stared at the Lynel. This flashback felt much more painful, like his brain was trying to process much more than a few moments of history, but months at once.

Nock focused on lighting the fire, talking as he did, "Strange to meet you like this... after our first encounter you used to travel here at least once a week, insisting we do battle during the day, then you'd spend the night in my den. You were a ferocious warrior one moment, my whimpering slut the next." He struck flint to steel and lit the fire. "In a strange way, you are the only of your kind that I've respected. Little warrior, do you remember me now?"

Link was trembling but the headache was receding, among all the death and void in this world, all the people now strangers, this was the first time Link felt like he had a friend. He nodded and Nock asked, "Then what brought you here?"

Link explained the trouble with the Vah Ruta and needing the arrows. Nock listened carefully and said, "I will give you the arrows. This rainfall must end before it destroys the lands around here and drives out the all game." He reached for a sling on the wall and tossed a quiver onto the furs next to Link. "You should need no more than that." He stood over Link and said, "Now go, little warrior, and when you've finished with your quest and the rains have stopped, return here so I can test your mettle again."

Link met the Lynel's stern gaze with longing. "Nock..."

Nock went to the doorway, "Collect yourself and your things. I am going to patrol my territory. If you are here when I return I will pin you to a tree and use you for target practice."

He left. Link listened to his hooves recede and the rain on the leather canvas replace it. His relationship with Nock had always been like this. This kindness was the closest the Lynel came to affection. They had always been warriors who shared a mutual respect and a mutual need. Nock was too gruff and Link too reserved to express any more feeling than that. It was fine. Link sighed and picked up the shock arrows, gathered his faculties and promised he would return.

He snuck off the plateau just as he originally planned.

It took two days to return to the plateau. His memory of their fights returned enough to prepare the way he used to. He left his clothing at a boulder at the edge of the plateau, wearing only his boots and taking with him a sword, shield, and bow with a quiver strapped over his back. He walked into the middle of the plateau. Nock was at the other end looking out at the sun as it began to set. Link planted the broadsword he had into the ground and drew his bow. He fired an arrow and watched strike the ground next to Nock. That was his challenge, no words, just a declaration of intent--when Nock faced him he would not aim to miss.

Nock roared to the open wilds before him. It was a ferocious call of battle that sent birds flying from the treetops at the base of the plateau. He spun and charged Link. Link fired his bow again, but Nock deflected the arrow and in an instant was on the young warrior. He swept his sword at Link's middle with enough force to cleave him in half, but Link jumped backwards, stringing another arrow and firing it right into the Lynel's gut. His tough hide absorbed the blow, and he brought his sword back around. Link dropped his bow and raised his shield. The blade slammed into his steel guard with enough force to knock Link off his feet, but the Hylian predicted that and rolled with the force of the blow, tumbling back to where his sword was planted and drawing it from the dirt. Link was panting, heart hammering as Nock faced him with what Link realized was glee. Who knew how long it had been since the Lynel had a quarry as skilled as him?

Link charged the beast, knowing he was safest when he was inside the Lynel's guard. Nock saw it coming bore forward at Link with his bladed shield. Link managed to get out the way of being trampled, but Nock swung his shield arm at him and the tip of the blade sliced across Link's ribs. He grit his teeth and turned, away from Nock's blow, not backing away as he turned his sword to the beast, slicing across his haunch. Nock snarled and leapt backward, despite his size he jumped back a good twenty feet.

Link faced him and they stared each other down. Nock reached for the arrow in his side and ripped it out with a grunt and drew his bow. Link knew he needed to close the distance. Lynel took names after the things they were most skilled, and Nock made Link's skills with a bow seem paltry.

Nock drew back Link's own arrow before the Hylian managed to close half the distance between them. He fired and if Link didn't have his shield up it would have buried itself in his chest. The arrow slammed into his shield with enough force it hurt Link's hand to absorb it and made him falter. He saw Nock draw one of his own arrows as he charged. He couldn't block a shock arrow without his shield arm becoming so numb it'd be useless for the rest of the fight. He needed to knock the Lynel's bow away before he fired.

As Nock drew the bow, Link managed to dash into his guard, swinging his sword up at the taur's weapon while Nock reared back to try and avoid the blow. His aim was unerring even as his front half lifted into the air. Still, the tip of Link's blade managed to strike the steel bow and disrupted the Lynel's aim as he loosed the arrow. But Link wasn't fast enough. The arrow took him in the shoulder of his sword arm, only nicking him and leaving a deep cut, but the shock that came with it made his whole side seize up.

When all four of Nock's hooves were on the ground he grabbed Link by the throat. The hero coughed as his air was cut off and the Lynel slammed him into the face of a nearby boulder three times the size of Nock. Link dangled in the air, hands clawing at the one wrapped around his throat as Nock drew his sword and placed the blade at Link's belly. The hero stopped his struggling. "You're weaker than you used to be," Nock said. "I've never beaten you this fast." The blade pressed into his stomach just enough to draw blood. "I should kill you for even having the audacity to think you could challenge me again."

He let go and Link fell onto the ground, dazed and gasping for breath. Nock had won. Link used to be able to beat him, and when he did the Lynel would submit and let Link worship his body and ride his cock in Nock's den. When Nock won it was a different story, but Link realized his cock was already hard and throbbing at the prospect. From where he sat in the grass, Link watched Nock's equine dick begin to drop from its sheath. The flat head already dripping pre and making Link whimper at the sight of it. The Nock dropped his weapons and said, "Let's see if your other skills have dulled as much as your reflexes." The Lynel stepped forward and reared up, front hooves planting on the boulder for balance as Link came face to face with that growing cock.

He moaned and cupped the head in his hands, getting on his knees and bringing it to his face. He heard Nock huff while Link rubbed his face against that tool and tongued the beast's wide urethra, whimpering with need as he tasted pre. Link sadly couldn't get his jaws around this particular endowment, so he desperately kissed the head of that equine cock while his hands clasped around it and desperately stroked Nock to his full length. Underneath the Lynel, his musk was like a drug. It overpowered any thought but that this was a creature that required worship, deserved to fuck and breed whatever he wanted, and Link could only beg and hope he received Nock's endowment.

With his cock completely hard, Link's fingers barely touched each other when they stroked Nock's length. The Lynel snarled and backed off the boulder, his cock pulling away and shooting a thick rope pre across Link's face and chest. It ran across the wound that still slowly bled down his torso. The sting he felt only left him hot and short of breath. Nock reached down and pulled Link out from under the Lynel and threw him against the boulder. His backside faced the open air as he groaned weakly and felt the Lynel's hands grab his wide, feminine hips. The Lynel didn't retract his claws, and so Link cried out when he felt them leave long cuts across his waist, hips, and ass. He shuddered and moaned when he felt Nock raise his ass into the air. The Lynel took a deep breath and growled, voice trembling, "Look at you... a slut in the throes of rut." Link felt Nock bury his face in Link's ass. The Hylian pressed off the rock, arching his shaky back and moaning, "Nock!"

The Lynel's broad tongue coated his backside from taint to rim. Then he felt the broad, flat appendage push into him. Link pressed his hips back into the Lynel's hungry muzzle, his cock dripping across the boulder. He felt blood slip down his hips from the fresh cuts there as the Lynel held his squirming back half up. Nock didn't have a Lizalfos tongue, but to be taken like this meant it didn't matter. The sharp pain of his cuts mixing with the pressure and pleasure of that slick tongue probing his depths had Link mewling, desperate to be bred.

Nock couldn't help but oblige. He dropped Link against the boulder, and reared up, hooves planting right above his shoulders. Link felt that cock probe against his ass, and he leaned back to guide it in, but Nock grabbed his hair and yanked him up. Link's back arched as he gasped from the pain of being manhandled before, with ease, Nock lined his endowment with Link's entrance and ploughed forward. Link's whole body shook, his head squirmed in Nock's tight grip as that massive breeder spread him open, crying out in a cocktail of pain and pleasure that left the hero's whole body thrashing. Nock grunted and held Link still while he pushed more and more of his cock inside his slut. Link's arms pushed back against the boulder to help keep his hips pressing back against the cock roughly entering him. It hurt, in a way that made the bleeding cuts up and down him seem paltry. Nock was so warm, Link's blood and sweat ran down his naked body as Nock pressed in further. His cock jerked and released enough pre cum to make Link's own orgasms seem meager in comparison. This is what the Lynel loved to do to him, while Link panted and groaned in pain, he slowly opened his slut's ass.

Link felt the medial ring of that shaft press against his entrance. Nock tried to force it past, but the thick flesh of his cock was having trouble. Link heard the Lynel growl above him and pulled backwards, drawing his length out and making Link feel frighteningly empty. Nock's grip on his head tightened, claws almost breaking the skin on his brow as he slammed forward again. Link grit his teeth, tears running down his face as Nock split him open and drove his shaft inside the slut. Link felt the fat ring on his cock push past and Link moaned weakly, close to fainting from the pain and stimulation as his balls clenched together and he started cumming. His seed shot across the boulder and into the grass as his ass tightened up, clamping on the Lynel's endowment. He felt his stud jump inside him and another massive shot of pre filled his belly with warmth. Link's eyes were shut tight as his legs struggled to stay up, his whole back half wobbling while his orgasm dwindled. He felt so full, but he knew this was not everything. His companion was over a foot long, and he knew Nock planned to sheath every inch inside the Hylian's tight ass.

Nock's other hand came down to hold his shoulder, squeezing it tight enough to bruise as he pulled back again and slammed forward. He'd fired enough pre inside Link that by now it had eased his passage. Link's meager dick ached, still hard and expectant as this Lynel drilled him. That massive equine cock obliterated his prostate and left the Hylian with white spots in his vision. He huffed and panted, his breathing almost painful as Nock managed to grind more of that endowment inside him.

Then Link felt those pendulous balls strike the back of his thighs and groaned. Nock had hilted him. He clenched down, savoring the feeling of that cock pulsing inside of him, the shape of its head, the bulge of its medial ring, and those fat veins that fed this massive breeder. Link looked down and could just see the outline of that massive cock pressing out against his belly. He almost reached down to touch it, but Nock snarled and pulled back, almost dragging Link with him as his cock slipped from Link's ass. He pressed back in, the motion long and slow. It left Link shuddering in pleasure. It surprised Link, though. He was used to this moment being different. He remembered the Lynel fucking him stupid, pounding his insides so hard and fast that Link would go limp and faint.

He wondered, in that moment, if Nock was out of practice, too.

It didn't matter, when that equine cock filled him again Link shuddered and moaned, his cock oozing pre again. The male smell of the Lynel was getting stronger the more he rutted his slut. Link could feel his intent breathing. Nock fucked him as focused as he was in battle. While Link squirmed and whimpered on his cock, completely overwhelmed, the Lynel's face remained stern. He held Link tight as he worked his cock inside and out of the hero. By now, his cock leaked pre inside Link at a constant pace, his long drawn out smacks left Link's ass numb. The blood from his cuts smeared across his skin and Nock's underbelly.

Link looked down, feeling breathless as he watched the head of Nock's dick press against his flat stomach. Pull back, pushed in. Each gesture making Link's body shudder, filling a deep need only the Lynel remembered he had. He was nothing more than a pet, a cockslut to this beast as Nock bred him and Link begged for more.

The Hylian heard Nock snarl, and jerk back suddenly. Link thought he was withdrawing his cock, but the head got caught on Link's entrance and pulled the hero backwards. Link realized with a start that in his blissed out reverie that he didn't even notice Nock's flare.

The Lynel roared and shoved Link down by his head and shoulder as those powerful hips bucked forward. Link was cumming again before the flared breeding tool hilted inside him. Link's moans were drowned out by Nock's roar, which seemed to make the plateau shake as his powerful cock jerked so hard it lifted Link's heels off the ground. The first hosing of seed left Link breathless. He felt Nock's balls squeezing together against Link's ass as they fired and tried to breed the boy. Immediately Link felt too full, his cock cumming weakly as he whimpered and moaned. Nock kept grinding his dick inside him. His cock pulsed and throbbed, each rush of cum filling Link left him feeling swollen in a way that was intoxicating. It made him so hot, he felt like he was being impregnated and the thought of carrying this Lynel's young made his ass clamp down and try to milk the Lynel's shaft for more. It soon overflowed, and now with the blood and sweat, Link felt cum begin to spill out his entrance and down his legs in thick rivulets. The smell of the Lynel's cum made Link want to stay on this plateau and service him until the end of the world came.

Nock's strong hands released him--the Lynel's whole body quivering as his pent up need was released. It took a full minute for him to regain his senses, by then, even with his cum running out the Hylian, Link's belly was swollen with seed. Nock slowly, yet surely, pulled out. Link moaned loudly as the Lynel's hooves came down and that cock dragged out the hero's ass. A massive amount of cum spilled out. Link weakly turned to face the Lynel's leaking cock and pressed it to his lips, hands desperately working the shaft. Nock groaned at his slut's eagerness and his cock shuddered, shooting one final rope straight into Link's mouth. When Link's mouth filled with seed he pulled back, eyes closed as he held it in his mouth, savoring the taste of that thick, masculine seed. No other cock could compare to the taur's equine breeder. The seed was thick as honey and slid down Link's throat so slowly he could only swallow his mouthful a bit at a time.

Nock withdrew so he could look down at his messy slut. Link was a sweaty mess with blood running down into the pool of Nock's cum leaking from his slut's ass. As Nock caught his breath, Link beamed up at him.

"You used to last much longer," Link said, smirking weakly as he held a hand against the cut across his chest.

"Hmmph, I've not had a pathetic slut to practice on in a hundred years," Nock said. He offered a hand to the warrior. Link took it and was pulled to his feet. By now the sun had started to set. "You're too weak to leave the plateau," Nock said, "I don't want some pathetic stal killing you when you can't even lift a sword." In the receding light, post-rut, Link was surprised at how handsome the Lynel looked. His red mane was radiant. "You'll stay the night in my den, and in the morning you'll leave. When you return you better offer me a proper challenge."

Link smiled and nodded. He managed to take a step before his knees buckled. Nock caught him, his whole palm over Link's chest. The Lynel grunted and swung Link into both his arms, holding the boy to his broad chest as he carried him to the den.

Link smiled up at the Lynel. A century of sleep had softened Link's skills as a warrior, but a century apart had also softened Nock. He'd taken a serious beating, but he knew he was safe. He rolled into his friend's torso and placed a hand against his chest.

Link passed out in Nock's warm embrace.For a friend