Satisfy an itch before returning home

Tala lay on the bed of moss, collecting her thoughts. Her mind drifted back to Ekracthul's thralls. The pair of them had elicited feelings Tala hadn’t felt in a very long time. Were Ekracthul’s followers always naked? Were all of them as physically appealing?

She thought in particular of the beautiful Hylian as her hand traced her stomach and came to rest on her clit. Tala imagined the Hylian laying on the moss with her, their limbs entangled in voracious lovemaking. The beautiful Hylian woman shifted position so that she was on her hands and knees, presenting her exquisite ass for Tala's viewing pleasure.

“What are you waiting for?” Tala imagined her saying in a voice like honey.

She needed no further invitation. Tala's tongue eagerly began licking from the Hylian’s sweet clit to her sublime asshole, the latter of which her tongue gave special attention to. She wormed her tongue past the Hylian's cheeks, found the warm puckered hole between them with the tip of her tongue and pressed it into her behind as deeply as she could. Tala took a moment to feel poke around inside before pulling out slightly and tongue-fucking her until the Hylian's cunt was dripping juices onto her chin and coating her tits.

The Hylian, in turn, sucked at Tala's clit with gusto. Tala bucked her hips as waves of euphoric pleasure washed over her, each one stronger than the last as her lascivious hallucinations continued.

The Hylian woman moaned softly as Tala inserted two fingers into her vagina. She increased the intensity of her tongue circling and fucking the woman’s anus as the Hylian pressed herself into Tala’s eager mouth.

She was nearing her climax, her body glistening in the moonlight with a sheen of sweat. Tala’s left hand squeezed her ass while her fingers raced over her slick clit. The pleasure was nearly unbearable. Her last thought before being wracked by an earth-shattering orgasm that soaked the bed of moss was of the man shoving his massive cock down the Hylian woman's throat. She choked and gagged but **** herself to swallow until her tongue was pressed against his scrotum. Viscid white semen dribbled down her chin and fell onto her perky tits.

Tala cried out to the night and her back arched fiercely, eyes glazed with desire. Perhaps one day she would meet them again.

She waited for the orgasmic contractions to pass before standing on shaky legs. It had been one of the best orgasms of her life.

After finding her bearings she started off in the general direction of the Norwood residence.

The night was quiet. The only sound breaking the otherwise eerie silence was the woodland debris crunching underfoot as Tala made her way to her family's farmhouse. What would she do when she got there? Would her parents be relieved? Angry? At the age of 18 winters, her parents still fretted over her.

And how in the world was she going to explain her nakedness?

About an hour later she saw lamplight through the trees and knew she was close.

“Tala,” her father breathed unbelievingly as she walked up to their front porch, struggling but not quite succeeding to hold back the tears welling up in her vibrant sapphire eyes. If her father at all noticed her irises had changed color, he didn’t say anything. He did give her a quick, concerned, once-over before offering a wool blanket just inside the door to protect her modesty.

Before long her parents had her sitting on the couch in the living room drinking a hot cup of tea and interrogating her in the way that worried parents did. Of course, they had given her a chance to clothe herself first. Dressing herself had been the only solitude she'd received since her arrival, and she used those precious few minutes to break down into tears.

This didn’t feel like home anymore. Something in her had changed.

Tala didn't tell her parents of Ekracthul or the temple. Instead she had told them lies that she hated herself for telling. She told them that she'd been exploring the riverside, slipped, and fallen into the turbulent rapids. They had believed her, even when she claimed to have had to remove her wet clothing or risk fridgid body temperatures.

She wasn’t able to explain her eyes, which glowed faintly. To this inquiry she claimed ignorance.

“Something isn’t right, dear,” said her mother, a striking woman to whom the years had been kind. She was blonde, like her daughter, and similar in height. “We should make the trip to Ordon Village so that a physician can see you.”

“I agree,” said her father, a well built man with features hardened by a life outdoors. “Tala, please. Just to be sure.”

Tala gave them no affirmative answer. Instead she used a headache as an excuse to head to bed early, though it was really just a ruse to find some peace and quiet. She wasn’t able to concentrate on anything but the horrid memories of the previous night. Sleep didn’t come easy either, she had a grave decision to make. Tala slid out of bed and walked over to her window, nude again—as she usually slept that way—, and stared out at the fields, listening to the ominous mid-night winds whistle through the crops.