A Nighttime Visitor

Darkness ruled the night and the blonde Hylian was soundly asleep, dreaming about the past day's events. A figure emerged from the dimly lit forest and entered the shack while she lay ****. His figure loomed over her, standing silent with the only sounds in the air being crickets in the grass and Zelda breathing.

The stranger lifted the sheets off the bed and revealed her naked body to his eyes. Next he removed his own clothes, letting them pool at his feet while his hands went to his waist. His erection held strong from the sight of Zelda's nudity and the rise and fall of her chest. Soon he was furiously masturbating to the sleeping girl who had no idea an intruder had snuck in to debase himself while she rested. The thrill of doing such a deplorable action must have been the drive as he finished and spurted his seed all over her body.

Zelda tossed about a bit from being splattered with his sticky semen, but soon returned to a sound sleep. The stranger lingered a little longer before moving about the shack and leaving into the dying night. She shivered from a stray breeze that blew through the open doorway and reached around for the covers and pulled them over her bare body.

The sun rose and Zelda with it and a yawn, her hands rubbing her eyes before they took in the light. The blanket fell from her chest and the musky smell of her visitor's jizz drifted upward to her nostrils. Zelda winced from the unpleasant smell, but she assumed it was from her running around all day in the wilderness half or full naked.

Zelda was up and raring to go and complete her task of finding the last two shrines and getting off this rock. As she collected her things, Zelda noticed a note left on the table along with some baked apples. "Hello," it read, " It seems you have found my home and made it your own for the night. Do not fear, I welcome you to do with it as you see fit. I baked some apples before I left so sit down and enjoy. I am paid enough in seeing others sleep soundly at night under my roof. Also, you might want to take my axe. You may need it on your journey. And don't worry about your current situation, just come back later and I'll have something for you."

She had immediately started eating the baked apples upon being offered them in the note. Zelda had a good idea of the author and owner of this hut, the old man from before. But she did cringe at the fact he somehow knew about her nakedness either from watching her yesterday or lifting up her sheets while she was asleep. Even though the latter was true, she didn't and decided not to think about that right now. Instead she grabbed the axe in the back of the room and struggled to fling it over her shoulder as she stepped out into the light.