Long enough to acclimate to her nudity

Thankfully, after dealing with Skull Kid as strongly as she was able to, Linkle managed to get back on the main road and continue on her way with no further incident.

The road itself was well-built despite its age; wide and paved with smoothed-over cobblestones, which over time had been mostly covered in a blanket of moss, grass, and fallen leaves. This all was a blessing for Linkle, as it meant that the ground she walked on provided a cushiony organic carpet that didn’t hurt her now bare feet as she walked over it.

Linkle couldn’t help but be reminded of her current state of complete undress, no matter how much she tried to put it out of mind. There were simply too many sensations drawing her awareness to her own nude body; the dappled sunlight streaming through the branches of the thinning trees and setting her naked skin abuzz, the cold metal of her compass dangling between her perky mid-sized breasts and raising goosebumps on her chest, the rough wood of her crossbows knocking against her knees with each step, and especially the breeze coming from in front of her that kept caressing her body as she walked against it, dragging small gasps and shudders out of her everytime a particularly strong gust slid against her weak spots.

“Mmmhn...” Linkle whimpered as it happened again, wind nipping at her **** body. Her little cherry-red nipples had hardened into straining pebbles long ago, her quim had been steadily leaking nectar for some time now, and all of it just heightened her sensitivity to the breeze’s touch. She had tried covering herself with her hands, but they got tired holding that position for long and after a point she found herself unconsciously fondling herself whenever she tried.

“How much further already?” Linkle groaned, unable to keep from grinding her thighs together and hitching her steps. She was going crazy, and even as the woods around her grew lighter and thinner, the path ahead remained shrouded in trees as far as she could see. Suddenly the wind picked up, become a constant flow of air whipping across her body, and Linkle couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fine, I’ll just sit here and wait for this wind to die down.” Linkle grumbled to herself as she walked over to a particularly large tree growing right against the edge of the road and sat behind it. The wind whistled around its trunk and sunlight streamed through its knotted branches as the petite farmgirl pulled off her crossbow holsters and compass to set on the ground.

“Goddesses above, this adventure has been ridiculous.” Linkle continued to complain as she leaned back against her tree, “I just wanted to help the Princess fight, why is everything getting in the way of that?”

As she settled into the ground and closed her eyes, Linkle began to daydream of what it would be like when she finally reached the princess. The war would probably already have started by the time she finally arrived, but that just meant she would be charging into the thick of it to turn the tide of battle. She’d run in, crossbows blazing, cutting through the monsters’ rear to reach the Hyrulean Army. The princess would definitely be in the frontlines, cut off from her forces and holding her ground as she waited for reinforcements, and who should reach her side but Linkle, Legendary Hero Reborn!

‘Here I am once again Princess Zelda,’ Linkle cheered in her head, only to suddenly moan deeply. The wind was now even stronger, the gusts rushing against the trees and now curling over the trunk to wrap around her again.

“No...” Linkle whined as she was humiliatingly reminded of her abject nakedness, her fantasy transforming, Zelda no longer gazing upon her rescuer in awe, now merely gawking at a foolish little nude farmgirl.

‘Please forgive my shame Princess,” Linkle quietly pleaded as her hands shot up to press over her bosom and pubis. She gasped again as her she lost all control of her body and began masturbating in earnest, one hot little hand rubbing firmly over the line of her lower lips as the other roughly palmed her breasts and plucked at her nipples.

Linkle slid down the trunk to lie fully flat on her back on the ground, legs coiling below her and lifting her hips into the air, back arching as her self-pleasure intensified against her will, no longer even able to hold back her voice as she moaned and cried out loudly and from deep in her throat, body completely on autopilot.

‘Princess Zelda, please don’t look at me like this,’ Linkle begged again as her fantasy once more morphed into her masturbating at Zelda’s feet just like in reality as the battle raged around them. The Princess staring down at her wide-eyed as she helplessly debased herself. Shame consumed Linkle and feed into her uncontrolled arousal, making her writhe in the ground as her ministrations redoubled. Then Linkle’s fingers penetrated herself, and she let out a gasp that was almost a scream.

“Zelda...” the little farmgirl crooned semi-deliriously, as in her mind’s eye the princess was suddenly kneeling over her with a smile, and she was the one fingering Linkle. This development in her fantasy was the breaking point that caused Linkle’s conscious mind to join her body in giving in to her lust. “Please, more.”

Linkle dug her feet into the ground and rocked her hips into her own plunging fingers, groping her own tits with abandon as she imagined the angelic Princess Zelda stripping herself as naked as Linkle and crawling on top of her. Linkle switched her hands, the one at her tits plunging into her snatch and pushing in deep enough to start jabbing at her g-spot, the other trailing up from her honeypot over her stomach, tracing circles on her tits and nipples, and finally coming up to her mouth, where Linkle enjoyed breathing in and licking the scent and taste of her own sweet juices as she imagined kissing and grinding with the princess, all other concerns falling away as the world shrank to just them.

Linkle’s climax was close, hot and roiling tightly in her core as she fingered herself roughly. She pressed in even harder, wetted thumb pulling up to rub over her inflamed clit. She banged away at her box desperately, harshly, as finally, she came!

With a broken scream, Linkle yelled out her pleasure and release around the digits in her mouth as her body locked up in orgasm. Legs shaking, toes curling, breath stolen away, Linkle let the relief of climax flow through her, ears ringing with the sound of wind as the image of Zelda arching over her, face scrunching in orgasm as well, burned into her mind.

After several moments, Linkle collapsed in a boneless heap. She panted heavily for a long while, waiting in a blissed-out stupor for her heart to slow and her legs to stop tingling. When they finally did, she dragged herself upright, picked up her discarded accessories, and stumbled back onto the road.

The wind had finally died down, but her wet inner thighs, nipples, and mouth where hypersensitive to the mere shift of air as she moved. No matter, Linkle just tried to ignore it and hoped she could get out of the woods and find some proper shelter before she lost control again.

She should probably hope to find some clothes as well, but after that experience, some tiny unacknowledged part of herself was now eager to see what Princess Zelda’s reaction to her naked body would be.