The Gerudo stick their nose into Zelda's business

The next few people were just a blur to Zelda as she tried to process the fact that untold thousands would be buying commemoration books filled with lifelike pictographs of her naked and fully exposed body. The amount of concern she'd spent on the idea of a couple of handfuls of guards and servants having the chance to look at her future portrait seemed laughable in comparison now.

Zelda had always known that many of her citizens would be going home today and masturbating to their memories of her naked body. But she had held onto the hope that these memories would quickly fade, and things would return to normal within a month, at worst. With a commemoration book full of glossy pictures of her out there, everyone would be able to recall every detail of her naked form with just a quick glance at their coronation souvenir. And who knew how far and wide the books might travel? She would have to resign herself to the thought that every one that she met from now on, down to the most distantly travelled of foreigners, might have seen her naked thanks to this book.

Of course, as the soon-to-be instated queen she could always ban the man from making the book, and have the existing pictographs destroyed. But that kind of authoritative censorship would mark a terrible start to her rule, considering that her citizens had just recovered from straining under the yoke of seven years of Ganondorf's dictatorial rule. And there was no guarantee that the man wouldn't hide copies of the pictures from her destructive attempts and then leave to print the book in another country where her rule had no sway – he certainly had the manners of a man who was so caught in his own artistic vision that he'd follow through on it no matter what.

No, the genie was already out of the bottle. The book would be made, no matter how much she wanted to curl up and die at the thought.

By the time she'd managed to come to terms with this fact and regain her senses, the last of the Goron delegation was slowly lumbering back to his feet in front of her as he shook his head in bemusement. “Hylian customs are so strange,” he muttered to himself, before shaking his head and looking down at her. “Anyway, we're looking forward to working with you when you're the queen, brother.”

Zelda blinked at the 'brother' remark, before her scattered mind reminded her that the Goron didn't really differentiate between the sexes like other species did. Of all of the people here, they were the ones who would have cared the least about her naked body and she'd been too absorbed in her thoughts to even notice and take the reprieve of their non-judgemental looks.

Before he left, Zelda managed to give him a quick smile and nod, still unable to form words in the aftermath of her shocked haze. As she did so, she heard another telltale click. Turning her neck a little, she saw the the commemoration book man hadn't left, and was standing off to the side of the raised dais while he took more pictographs. The fact that he hadn't been moved on by the guard meant that he'd probably received permission beforehand to stay there so he could take more pictures.

Once again, she cursed herself for delegating the commemoration planning to her subordinates. Avoiding the problem may have spared her some worry beforehand, but it also meant that she had no control over the events of the day now that it was actually occurring.

“Oh wow, those really are the palest tits that I've ever seen.”

Zelda blinked, before her head shot around to look at the rude person who'd uttered those totally inappropriate words.

Before her stood the first of the Gerudo delegation. The dusky skinned woman was dressed much like any other Gerudo woman – scandalously, with a bra that barely contained her well-sized breasts, a veil covering her mouth, a pair of slip-on shoes, and baggy harem pants that were made from a light, almost see-through material. Before today, Zelda wouldn't have been caught dead wearing such a barely-there outfit but compared to what she was currently 'wearing', she could only look at the clothes with envy.

“A barely-legal naked princess presenting her pussy to me? I've had dreams like this,” the Gerudo woman continued as she blatantly trailed her eyes up and down Zelda's naked form. Her unbound hair, large and wild and red as any other Gerudo's, fell over her eyes for a moment before she brushed them out of the way. “But in mine you were also wearing a gift-wrapped bow as a necktie.”

Zelda's eyes narrowed slightly at the crass words. While she'd avoided most of the plans and preparations for the coronation, the inclusion of the Gerudo had been at her insistence. As much as the princess wished that she could skip the coronation ceremony, she also recognised how important it was as a symbol to her people. Setting aside this version's local peculiarities, a coronation was a potent symbol of a new beginning. A new ruler, a new direction, a break from old paths and battles.

As such, she really had **** but to invite the Gerudo if she wanted any chance to start healing the wounds that Ganondorf had made. Her people needed to see the Gerudo women accepted and in a normal environment, participating just like everyone else in events such as this, or else the resentment between the two races would only grow.

That was the logical argument that Zelda had used to convince others (and herself) to invite them. But the truth was that not all wounds healed over night, and the wounds of distrust were no exception. The Gerudo might have turned up, but they weren't here to act as penitents for the actions of their former king, and they certainly weren't going to pass up the chance to take delight in the humiliating aspects of a ceremony like this.

However, Zelda hadn't sat through years of diplomatic lessons, which had started practically from the moment she could crawl, without learning a thing or two on how to respond to such people. The best way of taking the wind out of their sales was to show them that their insults had no power over her, or better yet weren't even seen as insults. “Thank you for getting into the spirit of this ceremony. Just as the first princess who founded this custom weathered cries of shame and ribald comments about her body, I am glad to continue her tradition of facing the same challenge. It gladdens my heart that you are willing to set aside past differences and partake in our customs so enthusiastically.”

The Gerudo woman blinked, her jaw slightly slack behind her veil as she found herself being thanked for words that would have seen her thrown her in jail on any other day. “O~kay. Point to you, princess. Guess I should get on with it, then?” With that said, the dusky-skinned woman knelt down in front of the naked princess.

Zelda resisted the urge to frown as the woman clasped her hands in mimicry of several of the Hylians that had already gone through. Was the Gerudo woman giving up that easily on her attempt to rile her? And wait... why was she adopting the prayer-to-the-goddesses pose? The Gerudo did not pray to the three goddesses – instead, they worshiped a 'Goddess of the Sand'. Why would this woman adopt such a pose if she wasn't a believer in the Hylian religion?

The princess's sharp eyes scanned the woman in front of her for any ill-intent. The woman had knelt at the proper distance, her knees touching the faint mark in the raised ground put there as a guide for her regularly-sized citizens (a second mark, further back from her, had been drawn specifically for the larger Goron). Her guards would have searched everyone, and especially the Gerudo, for weapons before allowing them in the courtyard, so there was no danger of her pulling something out. The woman was wearing a veil, so she couldn't bite her or anything. All-in-all, despite her unusual actions, Zelda's Sheikah-trained senses couldn't detect any actual intent to damage or kill coming from the woman.

Unaware or uncaring of the steely gaze she was under, the Gerudo woman completed her devout gesture by tilting her head forward in a picture-perfect replica of the reverence shown by the religious woman who had recently prayed to the princess. For the crowd below, even if they couldn't see past the dusky woman's large hair, the act was obvious and significant as the Gerudo settled into a respectful, Hylian stance of worship.

Of course, while the Hylian and Gerudo races were of similar build when compared to the Gorons, there were one or two noticeable differences. What was marked as a close, but respectful, distance to kneel for one race, became something else entirely when adopted by another due to differences in morphology.

Zelda barely stifled a gasp as the tip of the Gerudo's long, pointed nose – impossibly long and large by Hylian standards – pushed against her pussy. Between her hands keeping her labia open, her legs spread wide on the chair, and the scented oil she'd used to liberally coat her opening during her morning preparations, it probably wasn't surprising that there was minimal resistance as the appendage easily slipped in, even if it was only for less than a finger's knuckle deep before it stopped.

For the first time in her life, someone else was inside her most intimate of places. Not with a penis, or a finger, or even a tongue. No, of all things, a Gerudo's nose was the first body part outside of her own fingers to ever penetrate her pussy.

Zelda stared down in disbelief at the brazen woman, too out of kilter by the surreal situation to truly react. Surely that hadn't just happened? No, this was too unbelievable to have happened!

“Oh, I'm so terribly sorry!” The Gerudo lied. Clearly lied, from the overly apologetic tone she had suddenly taken and the overly wide eyes she was using to convey her supposed shock. “I swear this thing's always getting in the way! Just wait a sec and I'll...” and with that, the woman's long nose dragged up Zelda's slit, bumping against her hooded clitoris and sending small, unwantedly pleasant signals along sensitive nerves before withdrawing as the Gerudo pulled her head slightly away. “There! Wow, I'm so embarrassed. Boy, is my face red.”

Did that... did that count as losing her virginity?

Nope. No. It didn't happen, Zelda tried to reassure herself. The closest thing to coitus that she'd ever experienced had not just been at the oversized schnoz of a desert thief. There was no way. No way was there any kind of person who would possibly use that innocuous part of the body for such a disgraceful purpose!

But there, glistening at the tip of the Gerudo's nose, was the faintest hint of moisture. Whether it was just the oil she'd applied this morning, or Zelda's own dew she couldn't be sure, but either way it was from her pussy, and it was over this woman's nose.

Her slow and incredibly **** acceptance of what had just happened was interrupted when the coronation book man hesitantly piped up. “Your... Your Highness? Should I call for the Guard?”

Zelda's heart sank as her head turned to the man. No. Surely he hadn't...?

The man held up a pictograph, which clearly showed the Gerudo's nose pressing into her open cunt.”Look, I have all of the evidence you need for this... this unforgivable transgression!”

He had. The man had taken a picture of the girl... as ridiculous a concept as it was, there was only one set of words that seemed right... of the girl nose-fucking her. She felt a chill run over her as her mind ran over what was about to happen.

As personally humiliating as having a picture of her being... nose-fucked... was, there were consequences far larger at stake here. As much as she despised and loathed having to participate in this ceremony, she was here by choice because she knew that it was good for her country. However, while she was trapped in the traditions of the coronation, the rules around it applied to everyone else here as well. Zelda may be required to sit here and show off her naked body, spread labia and all, but the people who came up and viewed her were also required to act in a way expected of tradition as well. And the chief and most sacred rule of the Presentation Ceremony part of the coronation was 'no touching'.

There had been transgressions in past ceremonies before, of course. Usually from people who let the situation get to their heads and forgot that just because a princess was exposing themselves before them, it didn't mean that they weren't still a princess with all the powers inherent in that position including the ability to command the Guard to imprison transgressors. One of the earliest princesses who partook in the presentation event, perhaps as fond of the ceremony as the current Zelda was, had enacted the first punishment for someone who had dared to lay a finger on her royal pussy. The method of punishment in those generally harsher times had become as enshrined in the ceremony as the princess's exposure, making it a tradition with the weight of centuries of custom lying behind it.

Which left the current Zelda in a bit of a pickle.

On the one hand, she'd like nothing more than to have this woman thrown in jail for a night or three, in the hopes that she'd learn a lesson in keeping her pointy bits to herself. On the other hand, that wasn't the punishment that everyone would expect her to enact on someone who had essentially spat on the expected behaviour at a sacred ceremony.

Clearly the woman had either not listened to the directions on their expected etiquette her major domo would have given the crowd before Zelda had arrived, or the woman hadn't believed that the soft (in her eyes) Hylians would enforce the punishment. The princess, on the other hand, knew full well that a country of people who thought having their princess spread her exposed cunt was a respectful display of tradition would be the same set of people who would be enraged at someone who treated that very ceremony with any disrespect. Frankly, the Gerudo might have faced less outrage and censure if she'd danced on someone's grave.

She doubted that the remaining Gerudo would find this one's punishment as acceptable as the Hylians would, though. In fact, it wasn't exactly a very large draw on her bow to see them being so outraged by a punishment for what they probably saw as a prank, that it led to all-out war reopening between the two people.

And she was so very, very sick of war.

But what if she didn't speak up? From the point of view of everyone below the dais, thanks to the view being hidden by their position behind the person kneeling in front of her, they saw one of their recent enemies respectfully partake in a ceremony celebrating the ascension to the throne of the person that their king had once deposed. This was the kind of image that peace was built upon, that murals of pivotal points in history were commissioned on. And all it required was for her to maintain the lie that everyone else except for one man had seen.

Zelda swallowed, hating that she'd have to play along with her own degradation in order to keep the peace. Still, it wouldn't be the first sacrifice she'd made to protect her people from the darkness of war.

“Don't be ridiculous, my good man. Our guest here did not touch me.”

“But... but this picto...!” The man protested, as he pointed to the image of the Gerudo's nose pressing into her pussy.

“A trick of the light, I suppose.” Zelda shrugged. “Probably due to the angle. If it had happened, there's no doubt that I would have felt it and known. But she didn't even get close. So let's not go around accusing people out of turn.” At this point, she turned her head to the Gerudo, who was losing her attempt to keep the smirk off her face – which was saying something about how obvious it was, considering she was wearing a veil. “Especially since the Guards would lop off her nose if it actually had happened.”

Even with the Gerudo's darker skin and the veil hiding most of her face, Zelda could see the woman pale as the smirk was wiped from her face. The princess didn't feel much of a victory at the sight – she was sure that once the woman was back in her own lands, the fact that she'd almost lost her nose would only make her tale of molestation seem even more daring to her fellow desert thieves. Still, if it got the woman to behave for the rest of the day she'd count it as a victory.

The pictograph man frowned, looking at his picture as he turned it around a few times, as if he could find an angle where the nose wasn't clearly pressing into the princess's pussy. “As... as you say, Your Highness,” he finally agreed, casting his doubts aside. He'd certainly know if someone had touched him on his bare skin, so who was he to doubt the princess? Looking on it, it was amazing what illusions perspective could make with just the wrong positioning. And now that he was reassured that all was well, with the right joking caption to assure his readers that what they were seeing wasn't as it seemed, this pictograph could take a prime place in the coronation book!

Zelda smiled as the Gerudo woman shakily rose to her feet and walked off, while inwardly hating that she was now helping people humiliate her, for the greater good of her people. Still, at least it was over with now.

“Wow. I'm not sure of whatever other qualities you bring to the throne, but at least we can all agree that you've ticked the box for 'limber'. I've seen brothel workers who can't keep their legs spread as long as you've done today.”

Zelda's heart sunk a little as she turned back to see the second of the Gerudo delegation approaching her with the same cocksure swagger as the first. It didn't take the Triforce of Wisdom for her to realise in that moment that whatever humiliating bet the first Gerudo had made to **** her, it had been made by all of her delegation. And without any visible punishment to the first one, the rest were probably all going to try and... and she still couldn't believe this was a thing... they were going to try and take 'nasal liberties' with her.

She opened her mouth, ready to drop a clear warning to the new Gerudo about not sticking her nose where it didn't belong, before she shut it again without a word as her mind chose that point to pipe up.

The image of one Gerudo kneeling and praying before her would get people talking about how the occasional Gerudo wasn't so bad. In time, with the proper nurturing, it would likely change things for the better. But the image of all of the Gerudo kneeling before her? That would be so powerful an image that it would hit even the hardest of hearts among her citizens.

Of course, the price she would pay would be the humiliation of a pack of women nose-fucking her in public, even if all of the public couldn't tell that was what was going on.

Zelda didn't hesitate for more than a moment. She was, after all, very, very, very sick of war. Turning to the pictograph man, she nodded to him. “Shouldn't you get some shots of the Gerudo delegation as the crowd is seeing it? I'm sure that perspective would look great in your book.”

The princess kept up her royal smile, keeping her eyes on the man as he eagerly agreed to her royal suggestion, not even twitching as he turned and missed the second time that day that a fake-praying desert thief's nose had sunk slightly into her royal cunt.