The rest of Adlez solidifies....

The phantom ache of that long-ago stretching, the burn of too-large flesh invading her small, untried cunt, dissolved into the humid perfume and soft giggles of the Velvet Veil. Madam Lyra, a buxom Zora with scales the color of twilight, had found her shivering behind a trash heap, she didn't remember how long ago, sprouting tits that promised trouble and eyes wide with a hunger that wasn't for food. "Look at you...." Lyra had purred, her webbed fingers tilting Adlez's chin up. "Got the makings of a real earner. Come learn a trade." Inside the Veil, it was warm, smelling of incense, sweat, and sex. Adlez watched the older girls – a lithe Sheikah bending over a table for a client, a voluptuous Rito cooing as a merchant sucked her nipple, a Hylian warrior woman laughing as she rode a Gerudo's face. Their bodies gleamed, powerful or soft, adorned in silks and leathers, utterly confident in their purpose. That, Adlez thought, her cunt already slick with want. I wanna be like them. No... better. I wanna be the best fuck ever. She very much had the headstart in that regard. Why?

Why? Because every ounce of intelligence, a normal girl might have possessed had been funneled directly into her physical assets. Her massive tits jiggled with each breath, heavy and demanding attention. Her ass, round and muscular, was a weapon of mass distraction. The corded muscle beneath her tanned skin wasn't just for show – it allowed her to take the roughest pounding for hours. Her libido was a furnace, burning away any complex thought. And her face? Goddess-blessed, designed to make cocks throb and wallets open. Brains? Useless. Adlez giggled, a sound as empty as her head, as the Goron finally pulled his softening cock from her well-used cunt with a wet schlop, thick ropes of his cum already leaking down her thighs. Thinking was for suckers. She remembered one particular scolding, sharp and frustrated, cutting through the usual haze of lust.

It was Purah. Goddess, Purah. Always fussing, always flustered, her glasses perpetually askew as she tried to explain numbers on a grimy slate in the corner of the Velvet Veil's bustling common room. "Adlez! Try to use your brain PLEASE!" Purah had snapped, her voice cracking with exasperation. "If a client pays you twenty rupees for a quick suck, and you give him back five because he 'looked nice', how much did you actually earn? Hmm? Think!" Adlez had just blinked, the numbers swimming meaninglessly before her eyes. All she could focus on was the ache between her legs from the Hylian merchant who'd just left, and the way Purah's cheeks flushed when she got angry. It was cute. Better than numbers. With a giggle that bubbled up from her empty head, Adlez had reached up, grabbed the flimsy straps of the top she was wearing at the time, and yanked them down. Her massive, gravity-defying tits spilled free, bouncing heavily. "Purah, you're so silly sometimes," she cooed, squeezing her own pliant flesh, thumbs rubbing circles around her stiff, pink nipples right in front of the flustered Sheikah. "Brains are for boys!" Purah made a strangled noise, her pale face flooding crimson. Her eyes, wide behind her lenses, locked onto Adlez's jiggling mammaries, unable to tear away. She didn't grope like the clients did, just... stared. Adlez didn't understand why, but she liked the way Purah looked at her tits – hot and frustrated and helpless, like she wanted to bite but didn't dare. It was funny. And way more interesting than stupid math.

Back in the filthy alley, the thick, hot trickle of Goron cum seeping from her well-stretched cunt brought Adlez back to the present. The Goron grunted, adjusting his loincloth, already looking bored. "Good lay, slut. Be seein' ya." He lumbered off, leaving her sprawled on the cold stone, legs splayed, her fishnet ripped, her pasties askew, and her cunt dripping white onto the grimy ground. She sighed, a contented puff of air. Empty head, full cunt – that was the way. Purah's frustrated face flickered in her mind again, that delicious blush. Maybe she'd go find her later. Purah always got all squirmy when Adlez came around fresh from a fuck, smelling of sweat and spunk. It was almost as fun as getting paid. Almost. With a grunt, Adlez pushed herself up, wincing only slightly at the pleasant ache in her well-used muscles. Time to find the next client. Or maybe just Purah. Either way, her tits would get some attention......