The Hero Has But One Weakness (TLoZ) [FM] [build-up] [femdom] [male focus]

*As Link and Zelda explore Hyrule on a scientific mission, Link’s combat abilities start to suffer. What could be wrong with the hero?*

 

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The Princess was on her knees, staring into the water. A soft but forceful wind blew over a sunny day in Hyrule. The Knight stood watch, as the Princess rolled up her right sleeve, and positioned her hand above the water, ready to grab her specimen should it present itself. She and her father-mandated escort had been traveling for the past week, exploring all manner of things that the princess had previously only read about within the safety of Hyrule Castle. The Knight had already proven himself in a fight with several Yiga clan members, but he was a terrible conversationalist, and had seemingly no scientific acumen.

 

She spotted the target of one of numerous studies she wanted to conduct on her trip, and her hand dove into the water.

 

“Got one!” She exclaimed, standing and turning towards Link, who looked back at her skeptically. “This species can augment your ability to hold your breath for extended periods of time.” She said, with her posh royal accent. Link smiled slightly and crossed his arms.

 

“It’s not required that you eat it like the last one, you need only lick it! Come on, just try it!” She said excitedly, holding it out to him. Link didn’t budge.

 

“Well, fine then, if you’re going to refuse your princess’s order, I suppose I have no choice.” She said, standing up straight and slowly bringing the frog towards her mouth. Suddenly Link’s hand moved to snatch the frog from her hand, before looking it over and reluctantly licking it, and tossing it back into the water. Link refused to look her way.

 

“Well, that settles that then.” Zelda said, closing and picking up her small bag of beakers and devices. “We had best depart to the next location to make camp.”

 

Link followed close behind, as the princess went on about her many projects, bringing them into the woods as she stared at the map on her Sheikah slate. Link’s eyes were continuously scanning left and right, in between the occasional glance at The Princess’s well… somewhat strange clothing which left surprisingly little to the imagination below the waist. It seemed unbefitting of a Princess, and he thought about perhaps suggesting she wear something else, but then realized that would only reflect poorly on him, so decided to say nothing.

 

“By the way Link, your gait seems somewhat strange… did you get injured at some point?” The princess asked. Link would not dare mention what had been paining him for almost a year now, especially not to her. Still, she was either very perceptive, or the problem had gotten bad enough in the past week that people could see it affecting him.

 

The ‘conversation’ came to abrupt end. Nothing could hide the sudden, almost deliberate hint of movement in the brush ahead. A Yiga clan member slowly stepped out from behind cover, carefully twirling a sickle in his hand. The Yiga clan had been troubling them for some time ever since they left the castle, intent on capturing the princess, for ransom or Goddess knows what.

 

Link had already seen their strategy, a slow distraction in front of them and an ambush from behind. He turned his head to the side and watched both directions out of the corners of his vision, sword already drawn. Behind him was only a singular other member, rushing them as silently as possible. When Link’s gaze caught his strange mask, he dropped his stealth in favor of speed.

 

As he closed the distance, and with the Yiga member in front of them holding position, Link swung his sword just as the ninja leaped into the air for an overhead strike. With his target unable to change course mid-air, it would be a sure hit… but somehow, the strike missed. Soaring over the ninja’s head by an uncomfortably wide margin, the blade had followed a very different path than he had intended. The Knight was dumb struck, even the masked bandit failed to attack when he had the opportunity, equally surprised.

 

Link reached his hand behind him, around the princess’s waist, and rolled across the ground to his right, somewhat startling the princess but putting both enemies in front of him and her behind him. Something felt off – his limbs were weak, and stiff. But the hero’s determination could not be nullified so easily.

 

The bandits slowed and cautiously stepped towards them, Link glanced behind himself and the princess for a flank from yet unseen foes, but none were there. The clan members in front of him seized the momentary opportunity, and dashed forward at them. With a single swing, Link intended to strike both through their midsection… but he had been just a fraction of a second too early. The sword swung right in front of them, not one bit of resistance.

 

Link felt the scratch of two sickles, one across the armor on his chest, the other drawing blood from his right arm. With fury, he swung again, and not even the agile Yiga could escape his blade, slicing clear through their armor and cutting across their stomachs. They had dashed backwards, making the wound superficial, but that was all that was needed. He would not miss again, and the next strike could prove fatal.

 

In two puffs of smoke, the clan members vanished into the brush of the dense forest. Ever the cowards. Link sheathed his weapon, and looked towards the princess. She looked towards his arm, and started to tend to the wound, though Link felt it unnecessary.

 

“Are you ill?” She asked. Link shook his head. He was angry more than anything, even if this wasn’t a new feeling. For nearly a week now, his body just hadn’t been responding to him the same way as it used to. Everything he did was imprecise, and lacking in energy.

 

The two proceeded along the path through the woods until they found a clearing. The Yiga he injured would not attack again tonight, not with those wounds. They would at minimum wait until they were at full strength. Link finished setting up Zelda’s tent, amidst her protests of him doing everything for her and with an ‘injury’. Link would of course sleep outside, no less than 4 meters away, as per her request.

 

“Would you like to tell me what exactly is wrong with you?” The princess crossed her arms. Link feigned an expression of confusion, but there was no hiding it: mere days ago the princess had watched him battle six Yiga clansmen, nearly uncontested. Each one of them had retreated, each strike was deliberate and exact, but now he found himself missing more than succeeding.

 

“I have some medical knowledge, I can help you.” Zelda said. But she couldn’t… not with something like this. He wouldn’t dare speak of his shame to a princess.

 

The princess briefly inspected him for basic illnesses. She placed the back of her hand to his forehead, looked for discoloration in his eyes, but found no sickness, only a Knight that would lie straight to her face. She spun him around and squeezed his shoulders, finding them terribly stiff. Link found it ridiculous that the princess would give him a shoulder massage, and attempted to shrug her hands off.

 

“Oh stand still, for the goddesses sake!” She scorned. “Your shoulders are extremely stiff. There is a lot of tension within your body.” She said, as she massaged his shoulders. To some degree, he relaxed, and let his stance weaken for once. It felt good, really good. His head bowed slightly and he took deep breaths. He found himself having to suppress strange, unbecoming sounds. Behind him, The princess found that, strangely, she was rather enjoying this effect she could have on the resilient, supposedly immovable knight.

 

“Well, until you’re willing to be honest with me, there isn’t all that much I can do for you.” Zelda’s hands suddenly and regrettably stopped. She retired to her tent, as the sun was slowly beginning to set. Link’s back straightened and he took a careful look around the clearing’s perimeter, seeing no movement other than that of a few wild animals and birds at every point in the tree line. A good indication that there was no one around waiting to ambush them at night, and that perhaps he could do something to deal with his problem. But a few hours of sleep would be needed before that.

 

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Flashes of a dark figure. A purple corruption spreading across the lands. Hyrule ruined, it’s people defeated by an unforeseen enemy. A familiar knight, near death. A terrible power overwhelming her, as she heard her own scream, unending.

 

Zelda’s eyes snapped awake, and she sat up in bed. This dread, this fear, it was not the first time she had felt it. She took deep breaths, but the air felt terribly stale within her tent. She stepped outside for a moment, hoping not to wake her escort. But as she stepped out and glanced around, the knight’s sleeping mat lay empty on the ground. He had left her all alone in the middle of the night.

 

She waited for some time, glancing around for assailants. Unable to comfort herself, she resolved to find where exactly her knight had gone off to and to give him a piece or her mind. She quickly drank an elixir that would make her movements more precise and measured, keeping her steps quiet. She got out the Sheikah device, and used it to identify Link’s footprints and their direction. She followed them into the woods.

 

She stepped through the woods cautiously, but it didn’t take long for her to identify something strange. It sounded like an animal, no a person… in pain? Or… whatever was happening, it’s direction was clear, and the moon was just bright enough to see as she glanced around a tree, finding…

 

The hero was leaning back against a tree, all of his clothing in a pile next to him. Muffled grunts and heavy breaths emanating from his mouth. The princess covered her mouth in shock, as she witnessed his act of barbarity. Not that it was entirely foreign to her nor unspeakable, but a princess would never admit such things. If Link knew the princess was witnessing it, he might’ve collapsed from embarrassment, and apologized for having allowed her to see such things. Zelda found herself laughing at the thought.

 

But it’s fine, he’s a boy after all. Still… something was wrong. He was clearly enjoying himself, but frustrated all the same. His muscles strained, one hand stroking, the other holding onto the tree and bracing himself as his hips slowed rocked back and forth. Zelda was not unaware of male anatomy – there were some limited books on human anatomy in the Castle’s grand library. That’s how she knew what was coming as his hand sped up, his head tilted back, his hips thrusted forward and a tight grip milked several spurts out of him amidst grunting and panting.

 

She certainly wasn’t going to confront him about this directly, as she was clearly in the wrong for leering. She should really get back before he catches his breath and… what is he doing?

 

With a small pained breath, his hand began to slowly stroke the shaft again. According to what she knew about anatomy from the library, it was far too soon for him to be doing this again… was this what was troubling him? His grunts and breathes had almost turned into whimpers, pleasured but painful whimpers, and his grip was tight. His free hand found it’s way to his chest and began to pinch and squeeze, and with a moan he was squeezing the life out of himself yet again.

 

Zelda remained frozen. Link’s hands fell limp at this sides as he once again started to catch his breath. But something was compelling him to keep going…

 

The princess would not stay to watch anymore of this. Having been lucky to not be seen yet, and having perhaps some idea of what may be bothering him, not to mention how unbecoming her behavior had been, she retreated back to the campsite… reluctantly, for she still wondered what was wrong with him Laying back on her sleeping mat, she wondered what sort of illness or condition could bring on such uncontrolled urges. From a purely scientific perspective, she thought, it was curious. For some reason she covered her mouth again and started to laugh just a bit. This giddy feeling was unfamiliar.

 

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The next morning her escort was once again present at the campsite, as if nothing had happened. He seemed normal, not especially tired or anything. She felt awkward just looking at him, and still angry that he had left her completely vulnerable to attack to have fun with himself in the woods, even more angry that she couldn’t say anything about it. She never got the feeling Link was the sort of man who would be so irresponsible. It was curious. Still, they packed things up, continuing along with their journey towards a particular river.

 

It didn’t take long until they crossed a significant portion of the surrounding woods, and with Hyrule fields visible at the end of trail.

 

The enemy yet again attacked, before they could make it out into the open. The same two from earlier, but this time using bows and arrows. Link responded in kind, drawing his bow and trying to land a quick shot – but it was a miss. Link somewhat forcefully gestured for Zelda to get behind a nearby tree. The two clan members opened fire as soon as she was clear.

 

Again and again the hero dodged or feigned a movement to avoid their shots, and although he could still dodge reliably, each arrow he drew was a miss: high, low, left, and right. It wasn’t certain if he just couldn’t read his enemy’s movements, or if perhaps, his arms were failing him, but he retreated to cover behind the same tree as the princess. Low on arrows, the hero made a tactical choice: He grabbed her arm, and they began to run away from the trail, through the dense woods. Arrows struck trees in front of them as they zigged and zagged, and Link somehow found himself falling behind. He lost tempo with the ground, and suddenly found himself face down on it.

 

As he lay there, stunned, the bow was ripped from his hand, along with two arrows from his quiver. It wasn’t quite the type of bow she was used to it, nor were the targets, but she found her mark all the same; She let loose two shots in quick succession. Even as the clan members dashed between the trees, they were both struck, one in the shoulder, the other in the thigh. Out of sight and behind the dense forest flora, two clouds of smoke again marked their stealthy retreat.

 

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Zelda had never seen a knight pout before. The two had made their way to the Hylia river, and setup camp next to it as the sun was once again setting. Nearly all day as they traveled, he had exuded an unmistakable aura of anger and shame. He had every right to be angry with himself, Zelda thought, she was angry and disappointed with him herself, but she knew this was not entirely his fault – whatever condition ailed him was understandably something he wouldn’t share with royalty such as herself.

 

But this was no longer sustainable. As the lands once again darkened, Zelda called Link into her tent, and confronted him.

 

“This is your last chance to tell me what ails you.” She scolded, standing opposite to him, arms crossed. Link stared down at the ground, unable to look at her.

 

“Well, fine then. I guess I have no choice.” She said with a noticeable venom. “Remove your shirt.” She commanded. The knight obliged, although with a confused expression on his face. She briefly inspected his upper body, finding nothing out of the ordinary, other than the exceedingly optimal muscular structure.

 

“Trousers.” The princess said. Link protested.

 

“Do as I command.” She insisted.

 

“You’re the princess, you shouldn’t-” The silent knight spoke.

 

“Drop them, now. Come on.” She insisted. “The faster we figure out what’s wrong with you, the faster you’ll be back at full strength.”

 

Link reluctantly and slowly obliged. His body was now exposed to her, illuminated by the light of a lantern. The princess was of her scientific mind, able to distance herself from some of the awkwardness she felt, unlike the hero, who could only shamefully look away. The princess hadn’t seen him from a proper angle before, but it was clear there was a notable issue. Based on the anatomy manual’s descriptions and diagrams she had read, it was clear that his testicles were rather, well, enlarged. In the hot outdoors, instead of hanging with somewhat wrinkled skin, the skin was seemingly stretched tight.

 

She knelt down and surprised herself as she reached out and grabbed a hold of him. Link jolted, nearly yelped. Their size was much too big, they were basically a handful. She wondered how he got around without his legs squeezing them or having to awkwardly take wide steps – but then, that would explain some things. Her first suspicion was perhaps cancer. She groped and felt around, but found no unusual bumps or masses or spots. But what she did feel was a sort of tension, and the knight breathing deep breaths and shifting around as her hands delicately groped him. There didn’t seem to be anything all that unusual; other than their size and no doubt their increased sensitivity.

 

She looked up and saw that he had gotten hard, and had the impulse to slap him before… well, it just kind of went away just as quickly. It was her fault anyway, she supposes, for touching him that way. As she looked further up at Link, his eyes had closed and his head tilted upwards, and she continued to grope him. She watched his body shiver, reacting to her hands with sudden jolts and gasps, a slight contraction of his abs. His defiant, heroic posture was broken, and the way he squirmed in place, how he tried but couldn’t hide the noises, the way his hips seemed to push towards her involuntarily.

 

It all gave her a terrible grin. She was shaking a little from excitement. Slowly she brought her hand up higher, and gently wrapped it around the shaft, and began to stroke as she watched his breath quicken. He was slowly realizing that this was no longer a medical inspection – more of a medical test. Just an experimental treatment, she thought to herself, laughing.

 

She stroked faster, and with a tighter grip. Strangely, she found that every little moan he made filled her with joy. It made her want to go faster, harder, to see exactly what kinds of noises she could force out of him. She repositioned herself at his side, where her arm could move faster and more fluently. She noticed that she didn’t have to stroke the whole shaft, that just moving the skin around the tip in quick short motions could drive him crazy.

 

She was driving him so crazy that a clear, slippery fluid was beginning to leak out, his moans had become more intense and drawn out, before turning to short whimpers and even panic. His shaft pulsed, his hips bucked and his back arched, and suddenly thick ropes of cum where being milked out of him by the princess’s hand. His hips became uncontrollable, forcing her hand to follow them as she kept up the pace. The princess watched with a strange excitement and happiness, his completely uncontained moans were like music, stirring her up inside. And it just kept going, far longer than she had seen when he did it, a veritable puddle forming on the ground. She didn’t stop giving it her all until the Knight collapsed onto his knees.

 

After a brief moment, the knight drifted, falling towards his right, until his head landed squarely in her lap as she knelt beside him. She couldn’t stop smiling, she could hardly stop herself from touching and squeezing him more. She looked down and could see that his problem had significantly reduced in size. She slowly ran her hands over his head, stroking his hair; his hands held onto her thighs tight as his limp body slowly regained it’s composure. Slight and weak murmurs escaped his lips from the remaining pleasure still coursing throughout.

 

*’You’re the princess, you shouldn’t’* She recalled. Replaying the events in her mind, she had complicated what was supposed to be their professional relationship. She thought of his reluctance, his shame, and one of the few things he had ever said to her was him telling her not to continue. She began to worry she had done something terrible to him.

 

“I’m sorry,” She whispered. “perhaps I was too forceful with you – you said I shouldn’t, but, it seemed like it was helping so I-.” She said.

 

“I liked it.” He said, quietly and weakly. “…a lot.”

 

She continued to run her hands along him, softly and slowly caressing his lean body, a warm smile on her face as she looked down and watched him fall asleep in her arms.

 

 

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