As the crew of the Great Sea pirate ship wrapped up their nightly chores and prepared to turn in for the night, one pirate, in particular, stood outside the captain’s cabin with one last obligation to tackle. The hero clad in green, Link, opened the door into the room to find the single female pirate on board sitting at her desk just as he was anticipating, going over and calculating the size and value of a load of treasure that could be described as meager at best. An awkward silence pervaded the area as she continued to do her math.
It was far from the best haul she ever had although for a brief time it seemed like it would be. The decision to sacrifice the loot to avoid needlessly endangering her crew was not one that was difficult for the captain to make, but it wasn’t fun now having to look over the consequences. However, just as Tetra had done her duty to him and his pirate friends, Link entered the room with a duty to her now as her shipmate and lover for over a decade. Tetra’s desk had a wide array of tools for evaluating treasure spread across it, but Link had his own tool and pair of jewels rarer and more valuable than any of them.
Closing the door behind him, Link disposed of any clothing that would obscure the chiseled figure he wanted to now present her with. As much as modesty was preached to him as a virtue by his grandmother, modesty was not going to help him give to Tetra what he owed to her. Completely free of any bothersome clothing, Link approached Tetra from behind to greet her with a sudden massage on her shoulders. This seemed to be appreciated but not enough to keep her from going on with her work. She was even too zoned in to make a real mental note of his sudden nudity. Now seeing the need to flaunt was he was offering her; Link made his way around her chair and to the desk where he brazenly flopped his meaty member up onto her workspace. Tetra seemed confused by this sudden show of boldness but nothing resembling anger or disappointment. He gradually made his way around the table, pushing aside any needless clutter in a grand show of heft that garnered more interest from her by the second. Once he whipped its mass over to where she was studying a silver nugget that was nowhere close to its size, Link took the ruler in her hand to demonstrate a length easily over fifteen centimeters even at rest, and Tetra found a new set of captivating priorities creeping into her mind.
She contemplated reaching over to grab it, but the slight motion of her hand prompted him to pull back a bit like an angler playing with a fish. He jiggled his package just out of the corner of her eye until he had gotten her to turn away from her work entirely. Swaying his hips to give it a healthy bounce, he confirmed the movement of her eyes to be following along to the rhythm of his junk. With her undivided attention now in hand, Link used his hard-earned strength to lift up the pirate princess all at once into a classic princess carry for some affectionate kissing and nuzzling of their noses while walking her over to the bed they now shared each night.
Bathed in the burning light of the midnight oil, Link’s heroic image was so glorious that Tetra became inwardly infuriated with how hopelessly fired up it got her. She was supposed to be the captain in charge of this vessel. Nobody on board should wield any sort of power over her, yet here she was now cradled in this boy’s arms and giggling like a jackal. However, it was in these moments, more than any others, that she truly felt like the most important person in the world. Wearing a tube top that showed off her lean midriff, Link stroked and tickled her exposed stomach. Her legs and petite feet hung fluttering in the air while her smiling face rested in his arms for him to keep going for with kiss after kiss. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t bear still being fully dressed with every inch of his skin being laid bare before her though.
Squirming a bit in his grasp, she managed to free herself of her shorts and top to be left in only a pair of purple panties for him, even counting the pins in the bun of her hair he also took a few seconds to remove so her golden locks could flow down freely. Now she could properly savor his well-sculpted chested by wrapping her arms around his neck to press it against hers while he could take in the admirable extent of her suntan. Her hardening nipples rubbed up against his sternum in a delightful way that had both of their torsos tingling. She also pulled herself up for some kisses of her own but now squarely on his lips with her tongue sneaking into his mouth when it found the opportunity. Oh, how lovely it was to be face to face with him like this, her piercing blue eyes lined up almost perfectly with his enchanting green ones.
In a way, those eyes of his were where it all started for her. The look in them when he vowed to save his sister was unforgettable to her as was the look when he promised to return and help her defeat Ganondorf. They spoke to her not of a boy who knew no fear but of a boy who had no fear that he would not face for the sake of his loved ones. She saw in them a person that she never wanted to bear the thought of ever having let down. Now, it was him who had become her most staunch pillar of support in life. Cradled in his arms like the sort of dainty princess she had once despised the thought of becoming, she warmly embraced the sense of safety and belonging that his presence bestowed upon her.
Of course, she was still a young woman and a zesty one at that. Having Link around like this also created a scorching need in her that only he could fill. That need began to bubble up and moisten her underwear as she continued to indulge in his taste and smell. As her tongue sampled the inside of his mouth, her nose took in the odor of his messy hair and body. It reminded her of how tender and innocent he was when they met and the new raw and mischievous side to him that she had created in him in their time together although perhaps it had actually been there all along. Her hands were happily draped along his shoulders but soon slid their way down his muscular arms and chest. With her womanhood sizzling, there was nowhere left for her to go but to the manhood that symbolized what she had been through in her life and what she wanted out of it going forward.
She pulled herself up in his lap so that she could stand with him as an equal to return the favor that had been given to her. With her panties utterly soaked, his member waited patiently for the gifts she was now too eager to deliver. His focus until that point had been on offering her the love and comfort he deeply felt she fully deserved, but when her hand finally went around to nestle itself around his most esteemed yet sensitive appendage, his greatest desires could not be held back any longer. Letting out a light growl as the trigger, he astonished her all over again by having his member spring to life in her gentle grasp. Her eyes locked onto each move it made as it snaked around within her grip. Through her usual impatience and his eagerness. She had too rarely gotten to experience his arousal emerging quite like this, in her very hands, before her very eyes.
His flaccid penis that still offered more than enough room for her full hand soon expanded enough to allow for her to add second and even a third if she had one. She could also feel her fingers being slowly pried by his ever-increasing girth, and a moan escaped her lips when she envisioned having this sensation within her own womanhood. It gave her a greater appreciation for his natural stamina to see how many extra veins were popping out to get it has hard as it was which only seemed more like steel to her compare to how squishy it was before. Altogether, the portrait of Link as the figure of her feminine yearnings was at last complete. His adoring face and muscular frame continued to play with and support her from above while the behemoth pillar of his excitement awaited her down below.
Feeling playful and seeing his work from before as unfinished, she reached over to the nearby nightstand for a metric tape measure used in her earlier work. The briefest of contact between her eyes and his communicated what she was thinking of, and he obliged her by releasing his grip on her so she could do her work on the erection currently towering for her. In a sense, the exact size of Link’s manhood meant nothing to Tetra. There was no number in the world that could quantify the things she felt with him buried inside her, splitting her flesh, pounding her core, and releasing his essence. His ability to take any commonly found cylindrical objects and dwarf them with his member often made an exact measurement seem pointless, but, in the moment, the prospect of chronicling the magnitude of his achievements was too alluring to pass up.