My teacher was a jerk. He always gave me detention for no reason, and I think he secretly hated me. He made my life hell just for fun. One time, three of us got into a fight, but I’m the only one who got in trouble. And he’d give me worse grades than my friends even though we’d all copied the same answers. It seemed like every time he could screw me over, he’d do it. That’s why I couldn’t stand that we all had to go to his wedding. My entire class was lined up outside the cathedral as we waited in our fancy tuxedos and dresses. It sucked. I was with my friends, but none of us could wait for it to be over. We didn’t even have school today and everyone only wanted to get home to play Zelda – Breath of the Wild on Nintendo Switch! I had just found a Molduga Fin, Icy Lizalfos Tail, and Hinox Tooth. And I was looking for a Lynel Horn.
I was dreaming of that sweet sweet Lynel Horn when organ music started playing and somebody said to start walking, so we all proceeded into the church and up the nave. I saw the bride waiting to go in behind us, and she was really hot. She had a pretty face and really really really reallllllyyyyyy nice boobies. I was jealous of my teacher for the first time in my life. She actually looked a ton like Princess Zelda, and that made my mood even worse as I lost sight of her before entering the main church. Most of our parents were there, as well as probably over a hundred other people. It was like you see in movies. Nobody had any idea the craziest thing was about to happen. There was a super low bass rumbling, and the ground began to shake. It was an earthquake! Stained glass started shattering and rained down from the ceiling. Enormous stone pillars started crashing everywhere. I think I saw an old woman get crushed! My class was up at the front. Everyone started screaming and we ran with the priest and my teacher and his bride up toward the priest’s quarters. Everyone else ran out toward the front. It was total chaos, and you could hardly see because of all the dust. The rumbling got louder just as we got inside, and we heard enormous booms as the entire ceiling of the cathedral came shattering down behind us. The entryway was sealed completely, but the room we were in seemed to hold. Everyone was in terror, and we all looked up as the ceiling began to buckle. There was a roar above us that sounded like dirt, but it began to fade away into a muffled woosh. “The mountain!” the priest cried. It must be true. The mountain had come down on top of us.
For a moment, everyone stopped talking, sniffing, breathing. The silence was like death. “Hellooo.” our teacher called. It sounded like we were sealed within a tomb. At that moment everyone started getting scared, and our teacher cried out for his bride. It seemed she’d gone missing. We all looked around for her, but to no avail. Her white dress would have been obvious anyway. In what seemed likely to be a moment of despair, we heard a tiny noise that seemed far away. We tracked it down, and brushed aside some rubble to reveal a hole in the wall held open by a pipe. “Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!” her voice came in loud and clear. Our teacher rushed to the pipe. It appeared she was ok, but sealed in a small room on the other side of the rubble. We tried to clear a path, but it was no use. It was all concrete except for this metal pipe connecting the two rooms. It seemed there was nothing we could do but wait for rescue. Some of my class had their phones out and were sending out rescue messages on facebook. They were checking online news and it appeared there had indeed been a massive earthquake. 8.1 on the Richter scale – hundreds feared dead! It was awful. We spent the next several hours panicking. It seemed as if there was a chance we would not make it. The entire country was a disaster, and we had no idea when rescue could come. Everyone else in the church had gone out the front just in time to witness massive amounts of dirt from the mountain burying the entire cathedral.
At first we thought we would suffocate. But we could all breathe because there was still ventilation somehow. The priest said it was a miracle and we should be thankful to God. I was. I breathed the air and i survived, and I was thankful to God. Then we thought we might die of thirst. But the quarters had a sink which was still working. Same with the bride’s room. The priest said it was a miracle and we should all be thankful to God. I drank that water and stayed alive, and I was thankful to God. Then we thought we would starve. But the priest found boxes full with jars of honey which the monks had stored. The priest said it was a miracle, and we should be thankful to God. I ate the honey. It was delicious and I survived, and I was thankful to God. The only problem was the bride. There was no way for her to get the honey.
At first she was strong and brave. She conserved her energy and tried her best to sustain. But eventually she began to despair. It had already been several days, and we still had no word of rescue. Everyone had something to eat except for her, and it sounded like the bride was going crazy. She said it so herself. It got worse and worse until it came to the point where she told my teacher he absolutely had to do something at that moment or she would go completely insane. In desperation, my teacher came up with a plan. He would cover his penis with honey, and stick it through the hole to get it to her. “Yes! Yes! Anything!” she cried, delirious with starvation. Our teacher gulped and undid his pants as the entire class watched. Several began filming for Snapchat and Periscope as he dipped the end of his penis into the honey before sticking it into the hole toward his bride. There was some awkward grunting and positioning on both ends, but the ordeal ended up in ultimate failure. She could see the end of it, but could not quite reach the honey. Not even a drop. Our teacher looked ridiculous trying to shove his penis into the wall, and he looked completely defeated as the gravity of his failure set in. He could not save her.
The bride was despondent. Our teacher tried to console her, but eventually she just started crying. It was awful. “I’ll die here. I know it. Who will save me from dying?” she asked pathetically. Everyone was silent and we could hear her quietly weeping until the priest said we must all pray for a miracle. I pictured this beautiful creature, this beautiful Princess Zelda on the other side of the wall. I pictured her sad face and i pictured her wonderful boobies. I could not let Princess Zelda die! It was at that moment that I stepped forward, “I can try.” My teacher looked up from the pipe, “What”? “I can try to save you,” I spoke to her. “Yes. Yes! Yessss!!!!!! Anything!” she raved. She had no idea who I was, only that I might try to save her. My teacher stood up as I approached the pipe, and I waited politely as he stepped aside in disbelief. I gathered myself as I removed my pants and boxers, revealing my big cock to all. Several of the girls in my class gasped and many began to giggle. By some sixth feminine sense of cock awareness, the bride became aware of what was happening on the other side of the wall and her alertness perked with anticipation. I began to stroke my cock, filling it with blood and lengthening it for its new mission. “The Lynel Horn can wait,” I thought.
The girls gasped again as I became long and hard. A cute short haired girl from my class came up to me with a jar of honey. She looked exactly like Malon from Zelda – Ocarina of Time, except her hair was shorter, and there was something unique about her eyes, and I was distracted by them when she smiled at me deviously as she helped me dip my cock into the honey, covering it completely. I gave her a look that said, “I’ll come back to you later.” She bit her lip and replied with a naughty look as well, “Any time!” As I positioned my cock, I could hear the bride breathing. “Are you ready?” I asked her. She licked her lips. “Yes.” I plunged my cock into the hole, as far as I could trying not to hit the sides and lose too much of the honey. There came a yelp of joyful surprise followed by tremendous cooing and smacking. The bride had found my cock! My class cheered as she began to suck hard, and I pressed my hips into the wall as far as I could. I looked out to a sea of phones taking video and streaming my good deeds for the world to behold. The bride smacked at my cock violently, suckling deep before she finally withdrew with an gigantic pop which echoed like a boom inside her tiny prison. She sat there panting and shuddering, only her hands resting on my cock for support. “More!” she cried, and then as if stricken by her own apparent rudeness, “More please,” in a proper church speaking voice. I withdrew my cock from the pipe and it was polished completely clean of honey. My Malon looked impressed as she helped me douse it once again, eyeing my sausage hungrily herself. I reinserted my cock into the hole and the bride attacked it once again ravenous. I could feel all the parts of her mouth – her tongue, her lips, her teeth. It was just like than having the beautiful Princess Zelda feasting on my cock from on the other side of the wall, and I focused on the thought that I must save this Princess! She chewed at my cock hungrily, but I forgave her because we were in church and I knew she was starving. Eventually, she snapped out of her carnal daze and let out another polite, “more please.”
After about 10 helpings of the honey, she began to suck long, hard, and deep. I thrust my hips slowly in and out of the hole as she moaned and fluttered her tongue around the tip of my cock like Navi fluttering around the forest. “Please”, she begged, “I’m hungry.” Her motions became rhythmic as she lapped at my cock, and my assistant and i exchanged an emergency glance that once again communicated everything. She reached down with both hands and started massaging my balls as she looked into my eyes. “Fuck me later”, they said. “I want you to fuck my pussy with this big cock of yours.” My knees buckled and I almost lost my balance, but the suckling of of Princess Zelda held me in place. “Pleeeeeeaaaassseeeeeeee”, she moaned as her rhythmic slurping reached its peak. My assistant sensed my closeness and squeezed my balls with all of her might. The bride squealed with glee as I exploded into her mouth. She clamped tightly around my shaft, flooding her mouth with my milky sweetness and saving her from starvation. Gulp after gulp I came into her mouth as she milked my cock like she her life depended on it. I came so hard and with such power that the room shook. At that moment every girl in my class was filled with envy for the bride and wanted to have my babies. Those who were not already wet became so, and most of them were overcome with the experience of their first orgasm. They all yearned to be the ones to get my cock and my semen, and made secret deals with God that they would give him anything if they could one day get some of my semen too.
I have no idea how long I was cumming inside the Princess. I think at some point I must have blacked out, but my loyal assistant held me aloft. My Malon’s head was against my chest when I came to and I could smell her hair. It smelled like sugarcane and maracuya fruits, and leaves in the fall, and a sunset on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean. She was holding all my weight and smelling the sweat on my neck like it was a drug. She had experienced her own orgasm together with me, and when I awoke she looked up and her eyes were glowing with ecstasy. I noticed they were the color of green tea and pistachio and she had three tiny flecks like triangles the color of burnt orange in the 8:45 position on her right eye. The largest triangle had two tiny dots the color of buttercups. In that moment, she beamed me down to those dots and we were running through a tremendous field on top of a hill. It went for as far as the eye could see, and the sun was shining so brightly as we ran and ran. I’d never been so happy. It was as if we had lived a lifetime there. We grew up together. We fell in love. We fought through life’s trials and losses together. We shared in life’s joys together. We had children together, grew old together. No two people had ever been as happy as the two of us had been, sharing an entire lifetime of happiness in that single moment. Time itself will forever remember its happiest instant, the time I shared together with Malon in that field the color of buttercups. But then she blinked and the moment disappeared, lost into the sea of time just as suddenly as it had arrived.
I returned to reality as if from a dream. “I…. I…. I…” the bride stammered as she gasped for breath on the other side of the wall, still holding my rock hard cock for balance. “It’s ok my child” the priest chimed. “It is a miracle. We must all be thankful to God for this miracle.” And I was. I looked out at my class as they thanked God too. The girls were all glowing and gazed upon me hungrily. Princess Zelda began kissing my cock sweetly and I could hear her whispering, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” over and over again without stopping as she kissed and caressed my cock with her lips. I looked at my teacher and his face was covered in tears. Someone had given him some make up before the wedding, and it was running all over the place. He looked like a sad sad little man, and I said a prayer for him because I was in church. “We must feed the hungry,” the priest said. “We must feed the hungry,” the class repeated as I thrust my cock long and slow and deep inside the mouth of the bride. “Whoa!!! I’m streaming this live and just hit 25 million viewers!” someone in my class held their phone toward the front to get a better view as I began to move my hips back and forth ever so slowly, sliding my cock in and out of the bride’s mouth. “How does it feel?” my class was asking. “It feels amazing!” I replied as if it wasn’t obvious. I heard someone in the back say, “She looks like Princess Zelda,” and practically every boy in the class was like, “I know right?!?!?!?” I looked over at my teacher again. He was sobbing. In and out. In an out I slid my cock. “We must all be thankful to God,” said the priest. And I was. I slowly thrust my cock deep inside the tenderly suckling mouth of the beautiful princess and I held it there, and I was thankful to God. The Lynel Horn could wait.
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