January 2022 Drabble #2

Link/Bokoblins; Link/Moblin – Link got captured by Bokoblins who spent a long night using his mouth... until a Moblin crashes the party.

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The sun is starting to rise slowly but most of the Bokoblins are still partying, high on their victory. The line against the wooden panel with a crude drawing of a Bokoblin has thinned out somewhat, but there are still enough waiting impatiently for their turn – either their first or their second or even third.

The sandy ground around the wood panel is wet with their seed, as is the cut-out hole that they keep fucking into again and again. It is not like they care about how sloppy it has become since they started their festivities – none of them care as long as they get a turn grunt-fucking the slippery cunt hidden behind the panel, the sound of their massive, low-hanging balls slapping against the wood almost drowning out the sound of their king screeching and waving about his goblet for another drink.

They’re having, all in all… a very good time. They’re just intelligent enough to understand that they have done an unthinkable feat with capturing the Hero of Hyrule and trussing him up in a nice package, hog-tied and helpless to their whim.

And, they are just intelligent enough to pause in their revelry when the wind suddenly shifts and brings with it the thick stench of a Moblin that has been lured by the sound of their ecstatic screaming… and probably the thick smell of their cum.

They turn, staring to their King who sits with his mouth hanging open, crude crown askew on his bald head… then starts to scurry off the platform they had built, hurrying to get out of the path of destruction that the Moblin undeniably would carve through their camp.

Egged on by their leader’s panicked scrambling, the other Bokoblins follow suit, leaving their belongings right where they are as they hurry toward the next hill to watch from a safe distance as eventually a lone Moblin does wander around the stem of a thick tree, head tilting into the air and trunk-like nose twitching in interest as it scents the air.

There’s nothing they can do… other than watch, huddled together and hoping they wouldn’t get found out.

.o.

The Moblin wanders toward the wood panel, briefly staring at the crude drawing of a Bokoblin in the front before peering behind it and grabbing the rope holding Link hog-tied and motionless on the low stool he’s been placed on.

Without problem, the Moblin lifts the Hero up and peers at him from all sides, long nose twitching. Link’s face is smeared in Bokoblin cum, tongue hanging out and lips an inflamed looking red from having gotten his mouth rudely used as a cunt for hours on end.

His blue eyes dazedly stare back at the Moblin, no real recognition in his fucked-out expression; not even as he gets turned around again to have his other hole inspected by the long nose and probing, thick fingers that spread his cheeks open to peer at the pink, untouched pucker of his sphincter.

The Moblin grunts in satisfaction.

This will do nicely.