Hylian (Milk) Maid

Stopping at the Lon Lon Ranch was a sadly rarer treat for Link than he’d have liked. Back during his adventures, when pulled from time and set adrift in a world ruled by Ganondorf, he always imagined that, once everything was over, he would come back to the Ranch to settle down, taking up a quiet, pastoral life. It had been become a home for him in the time he was still reckoning with being displaced from not only his home in the Kokiri Forest, but from time itself, and… and it was part of how he imagined his future with Malon.

They’d started a relationship not long after Link had freed the ranch from Ingo’s tyranny, their reunion after seven years separated quickly going from “joyful” to… explorative. And while Link would have loved to give up his quest while lying in Malon’s arms, feeling the morning sun on their entwined bodies the next morning, he had a duty. One Malon understood as well as he did. But she didn’t let him leave until he’d given her a firm promise that, no matter what he had to do to defeat Ganondorf, he would always come back to her.

What he wouldn’t give to live in the world where he could stop having to return to her. To just… be there and stay there. That he could just live the life of a rancher and not the Hero of Hyrule. Ganondorf might be defeated, but his work was far from done.

But no matter what the Princess asked of him, no matter how much he had to oversee, protect, and advise, Link always upheld his promise to Malon. Dismounting Epona and leading her to the stables, Link returned from Zora’s Domain to be with the girl who meant the world to him. As soon as he saw her, as soon as he saw her eyes light up in recognition, he was upon her, his arms around her slender waist, his lips upon hers. Scooping her up in his arms, he spun her around, the both of them laughing, happy just to see each other, and in no time at all, Malon’s hand was in his as she dragged him away from the stables and straight to her bedroom.

Laughing, kissing, and with his hands doing a little wandering, Link had a sense he could guess what she intended with that. Malon was… she was forthright with her interests and an extremely sexual woman. It was a good contrast with Link, who had spent the earliest stage of his life in the eternal childhood of the Kokiri and then was cast into adulthood without much to guide him. Malon had taken on the role with gusto, teaching Link what a body was capable of, and never hiding her enjoyment of a fit hero who was more than proficient in swordsmanship...

But as they entered Malon’s room, she suddenly spun around, smiling, and told him, “There’s something I’ve been waiting for you to come back and help me with, Fairy Boy.”

Reaching down, she picked up a pail.

Link looked at it, quizzically. “Do you… want me to do farm chores?” he asked, trying not to show his disappointment that she wasn’t meaning what he had been expecting when led to her room.

Except… Malon’s grin grew wider. “Oh, it’s a certain kind of farm chore, but a lot more fun. Let’s just say… I learned a little thing about that magic ocarina of yours, particularly with Epona’s song...”

Link wasn’t sure what she meant by that. The Ocarina of Time was certainly a remarkable instrument, capable of many incredible feats, like transporting him across the land, controlling the weather, and even changing night to day, and likely far, far more than he’d discovered. But Epona’s song was just… it was a song Malon herself had taught Link, a way to call Epona like one might whistle for their steed!

Seeing his confusion, Malon’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she slowly doled out her knowledge. “You see, I know you’ve used my song to… encourage the cows here to give up some milk for you...” True, true, it also did that, but more by reminding cows of the pasture… “well, combine that with a magical musical instrument, and a girlfriend who happened to be overhearing you...”

Link raised an eyebrow until Malon gestured with her hands towards her chest. Which made his eyes go wide with surprise.

“I suddenly realized my shirt was getting wet at two particular spots,” she giggled, “Because someone had a magical song that made me just wanna produce a whole bottle of milk for a special someone. And, oh!” she gleefully moaned as she pawed at her chest, “Did it feel good to produce it!”

“You- you-” Link inartfully stammered as he realized what she meant.

“Don’t you get it?” she asked, giving her boobs a very distracting bounce, “I want you to give me a repeat performance, Fairy Boy, and this time, you’re not going to leave your poor, unsatisfied girlfriend to take care of herself when her teats are just crying out for the strong, firm hands of her boyfriend!”

Unbuttoning her shirt, she gave Link an increasingly extensive view of her full, creamy chest and her cavernous cleavage. He was so drawn into their inescapable gravitational pull that he scarcely realized the Ocarina in Time was already in his hand and nearly raised to his lips. What the Sages might think if they knew what he was using this sacred instrument for, Link neither knew nor cared as he played the melody Malon had first taught him when they were only children.

The effect was more immediate than he expected.

“Oh!” Malon gasped, her tits spilling out of her shirt as they… visibly inflated, rapidly plumping up with milk. And from the (extremely brief) glance Link gave to the look on her face, it was indeed a very pleasurable sensation. Hefting her tits in her hands and raising them up to Link, Malon joked, “I’m so glad I unbuttoned first. Last time, I had to sew my buttons back on!”

Link, however, wasn’t in the mood for talking as his hands were instantly on his girlfriend’s magnificently magnified mammaries, but to his surprise, Malon swatted his hands away. He gave her an apologetic look, really hoping not to be cut off from the fun, as she teasingly said, “This is a ranch, Fairy Boy. Which means we don’t let any of our farm products go to waste!”

She jiggled the pail in her hand and dragged a stool over beside her before dropping down on all fours. “Surely you know what comes next,” she said in an erotic purr.

Placing the pail beneath her pendulously swinging breasts, Link took his seat on the stool and then… extended his hands once more to cup and fondle her chest. This time, his touch was more than welcomed as Malon moaned, a sound more like a cow lowing, as Link reached down to her nipples and gave a tentative pinch.

A sudden spray of white splattered in the pail. Another pinch meant another spray, and soon, Link was gently relieving his girlfriend of the pressure of her magical milk supply.

But Malon wasn’t satisfied.

“Oh, Link, you’ve gotta get rough,” she gasped, “Don’t- don’t treat me like your girlfriend, you have to treat me like a cow, an animal that needs to give you its milk!”

Link attempted to be more forceful, tugging on her nipples in alternating fashion, hearing the plisst-plisst of the milk squirting out in twin streams. Gripping her nipples between his fingers, he milked away, every tug rewarded with another erotic gasp and even more milk in his pail. It was amazing how much milk she had, the pail filling up as he wrung stream after milky stream from her udders.

“Should I- ha, teach you?” Malon teased, “Is that what you need? Show you the proper technique for wringing the milk from a girl’s udders? Maybe you should,” she sighed in pleasure before batting her eyelashes towards Link, “try your song on the Princess, and let a proper milk maid show you how it’s done...”

Link tried not to picture what Malon was suggesting, but just the way she’d said it, her words laden with such sexy, sexy implication, he just couldn’t help it! Princess Zelda on all fours, topless, her breasts swollen with milk as she whimpered with a need only Link could satisfy. His girlfriend guiding his hands as he wrapped his hands around her vastly expanded chest and made the Princess moan with pleasure as he milked her.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Malon asked, “Picturing the two of us turning the Princess of Hyrule into our personal milk cow… or maybe you’d like the both of us as your needy little milksluts, waiting on Farmer Link to visit us in the barn to take care of our needs...”

A man could only get so erect.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, LINK!” she cried, “Oh, your hands feel so good when you’re rough! Keep- keep milking me! Milk me like I’m the Princess or- or Anju, or one of those Gerudo sluts! I don’t care who you’re thinking of milking, just keep milking me!”

He hadn’t been thinking of making a herd, but with Malon’s prompting… fuck yeah, Link could see himself using the Ocarina to get himself a proper stable of milk cows, each one producing plenty of rich, creamy Lon Lon milk—a special variety that he’d milk by the gallon. A barn full of girls with swollen jugs, needing his strong hands to relieve the pressure… and from the way Malon was crying out, there were other pressures that would need relief.

As Link got the last, rough squeezes in and wrung the last drops of milk from his girlfriend, Malon was in an equal state of wild arousal. Panting, she looked at him, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin as her cheeks flushed and she whimpered, “Oh, Din and Faore and Nayru, Link, you have no idea how much that turned me on. I- I need you to- oh, I need you in me, please Link, I need you in-”

With a free hand, Link yanked down Malon’s skirt and revealed that his milk cow had clearly been leaking from more than just her nipples. Getting up from his stool, he took his position behind his girlfriend as she raised her ass high, showing her puffy, pink pussy, dripping with arousal. Malon had always been a very sexual woman in their relationship, but Link had never seen her as turned on as she was now.

And Link was in the same state.

His dick had never been harder as he gripped his girlfriend by the hips, feeling her wriggle in anticipation for only a moment before he plunged in, feeling Malon’s soft, wet embrace around his dick as he slipped right in. She squealed as inch after inch of his shaft disappeared within her until Link was well and wholly sheathed. Groaning in pleasure as he felt Malon’s pussy squeeze and massage his Master Sword, Link knew that the fun had only started as he slowly began to withdraw, feeling her pussy cling to his cockhead, the whimper that shuddered through her as he felt the resistance of her tight pussy… and then he slammed it back in, straight to the hilt, making Malon gasp in pleasure!

With regular, steady thrusts, Link pounded away at his cowgirl. Being a Hero had taught Link discipline and control, and he had stamina blessed by the Goddesses. Though those gifts had been intended for higher purposes, Link saw no worthier cause than using them to screw Malon into the floor as he thrust away, slowly gaining speed as he pounded away. Link was an experienced swordsman, and he well knew the art of reading another to know where the most effective strike was. He mercilessly delivered blow after blow that left Malon reeling until she couldn’t take it anymore!

“I need...” she panted, “I need your milk, Link! Gimme- gimme your milk, too! I need it, oh, I need you to- to treat me like a cow, l-like an animal, it t-turns me on when you’re- when you’re rough with me and- oh, D-Din’s fire, I’m so turned on!”

“You want me to treat you like a cow?” Link asked, putting a cruel growl in his voice, “Then maybe I should treat you like livestock. Give you the ‘milk’ you’re asking for and start breeding you. Put you in the barn and make you sleep on the straw until it's time for me to milk you or fuck you!”

“Oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuck! F-fuck your cow, oh, just- just fuck me!” she squealed, “Oh Link, oh Link, oh- oh- oh m-MOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Malon lowed, a raw, animal noise as she came around his cock. Her whole body shook from her explosive climax, her exhausted body slumping forward on the floor. But Link wasn’t done. Gripping her by the hips, Link raised Malon’s ass up high as he kept fucking her, slamming into her pussy and making Malon writhe deliriously as he ruthlessly pumped away into her, until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a cry of, “Oh, fuck, Malon!” Link released, unloading his thick milk into her and emptying his balls into her pussy. Malon gasped in pleasure as Link made sure to wring every last drop into her before withdrawing and admiring the way his cum leaked from her well-creampied cunt.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Link felt the reality of the wild sex they’d just had settle over him. Blinking in realization, he looked down on his girlfriend, utterly fucked silly, and felt the soreness of the full-body workout he’d just given himself. His mouth felt dry, and… well, wouldn’t you know it…

But first, Link had to tend to his girlfriend. Lifting her up off the floor, he carried Malon to her bed and set her down in it. “Holy… oh wow,” she murmured as she looked up at him, “I hadn’t… I really hadn’t thought it’d be that good...”

“Should I fetch you some water?” he asked, always the dutiful boyfriend.

But Malon just grinned. “No need to go get me water...”

He really shouldn’t have been surprised. Bringing over the pail, he passed it back to Malon where the kinky minx didn’t hesitate to take a long drink. “Oh, Goddesses, this is good,” she moaned before giggling, “And I bet a high-bred Princess would be even tastier!”

Link chuckled. “If you’re trying to get me worked up for another round-”

“You think that was just bedroom talk?” Malon asked, her genuine curiosity shocking Link. She grinned. “I think I’d quite enjoy making my milking routine more… exotic, and besides,” she glanced at the pail of milk Link had gotten from her as she licked her lips, “You should have a taste. This could be very good business for the Ranch, and I think… I think I’d enjoy it if my man,” she put a seductive emphasis on the word, “was ranching a profitable herd of cows...”

Link let her words hang in the air for a moment before he took up the pail and downed a long draught. Malon hadn’t been lying—warm, fresh, and sweet, the milk was better than any he’d ever had before, and he could feel how it… how it energized him, restoring his vigor in a way regular Lon Lon milk never did. In a way that made the sight of his half-naked, freshly-milked and royally fucked girlfriend seem even more appealing… particularly because he’d already reached for his Ocarina, seeing the excited twinkle in Malon’s eyes that suggested she too had another round in her.

And while they were doing that, they could have a nice, long discussion about this… new business opportunity they could offer the women of Hyrule.

He knew exactly where to start.

LINE BREAK ZELDA

After seven years posing as a young man, Zelda was very happy to have a return to femininity, but at the same time… it was a bit jarring to return to the requirements of the court and the other elements of princess life. Being Sheik had given her some freedoms she wished she still had, though she’d rather it didn’t come at the cost of wearing a binder. But there was no use wishing for things to go differently—they’d saved Hyrule by only the skin of their teeth, and the least that Zelda could do was to uphold her duties as a Princess.

Though they were… sometimes a bit aggravating.

Like today, where she had been so busy with meetings and royal ceremony, she hadn’t had an opportunity to see Link before he had to leave. She’d been quite upset, even though she knew how to marshal her emotions and not let it rule her. Being royalty meant sacrifices and… and Link had been one of those sacrifices. In fighting Ganondorf together, she’d fallen for him, of course she’d fallen for him, every generation of Princess before her had fallen for their Hero! But even as she realized it, she knew she couldn’t risk revealing her true identity beneath her disguise as Sheik. And in keeping up her guise for the sake of Hyrule, she’d been rewarded with front row seats as that grubby cowgirl got her hooks-

No. No, that was wrong. That was jealousy speaking. Zelda had known Malon since her girlhood, and Malon was not the villain of this story. Link was a catch, and Zelda had chosen Hyrule over him. It was absurd not to think he’d find someone. She couldn’t let her anger at herself and her own choices be directed at another, but at the same time…

Sometimes, it was hard not to be very cross with Malon.

With a sigh, Zelda entered her bedroom. It had been a long day, but there was some good news. Even if she hadn’t had the chance to see Link (and that did, admittedly, make some things a little easier), he had dropped off a gift for her that was just what Zelda needed. He’d brought a gift of Lon Lon milk, fresh from the farm, and the note he’d left mentioned that it was different from the usual milk delivery, from a “special cow,” that promised to be better than what she was used to. It had only been a bottle’s worth instead of the large jugs they usually transported milk in, but that made it seem all the more special. Zelda uncorked the bottle and took in the rich scent of the milk, feeling her mouth water as the sweet, creamy beverage seemed to live up to the promise of being something better than the ranch’s already sterling reputation in dairy. She quickly began to drink it, not in the refined, ladylike way of a princess, but more like how she’d seen Link chug from a bottle. She couldn’t help it! It was so… so sweet and delicious and with some delectable other note she couldn’t place but made Zelda feel so… tingly as she drank it. She hadn’t even realized she’d drank the whole bottle until she was finished, and as she took in a deep breath, she felt… she felt incredible! That tingliness continued, feeling so pleasant, while being so unplaceable and yet… it made her feel… feminine. And in a slightly naughty way.

Licking her lips to get the last of the milk she might have missed, Zelda wondered what made the cow so special, if it was magic or good breeding or something else. She also wondered if it’s be rude to so quickly ask for more, but… well, it had been a long time since she’d visited the Ranch. A quick, friendly visit to inquire about their welfare, promote industry in the Kingdom, and… and to see if she could have another taste.

Her thighs pressed together ever-so-slightly as she thought about getting another nice, long draught of Link’s special milk.