Started Fucking The Gerudo

Their wet snouts glistened. One, the larger blue one wearing her top like a hat, tilted its horned head. It emitted a curious grunt. Then, with clumsy fingers, it fumbled at the crude loincloth covering its own hips. The rough fabric fell away.

Urbosa watched, dread coiling in her stomach. The creature's thick, ruddy cock sprang free, already stiffening. It wasn't human – knotted, tapered, and flushed a deep crimson. It shuffled closer, its intent clear. The other bokoblins chattered excitedly, crowding around but holding back, giving the dominant one space. Their beady eyes fixed on her exposed body.

He gripped her hips with rough, clawed hands. Without preamble, he drove himself forward. The blunt head slammed against her entrance, forcing its way past her tight ring of muscle. Urbosa cried out, a sharp gasp of shock and pain. The intrusion was sudden, brutal, and immense. He didn't pause; he began thrusting immediately, a harsh, hammering rhythm that rocked her suspended body on the rope. Each inward plunge felt like being split open, the thick knot stretching her impossibly wide.

The blue bokoblin grunted with effort, its hot breath puffing against her sweat-slicked back. Its thrusts were short, savage, and deep, the knotted base catching against her with every withdrawal. Urbosa clenched her teeth, straining against the ropes binding her wrists. Her muscles screamed in protest – both from the violation and the awkward angle of her suspension. She could feel every ridge, every pulse of the alien flesh inside her. The other bokoblins watched intently, hopping excitedly, their own arousal evident.