Of course she was gone; it must've been a good five minutes since the flash had blinded him. Hell, he was surprised he hadn't been ambushed or discovered in that time as he was writhing in pain. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but be further mystified by Rola. How she could turn from business to sultry to playful at the turn of a hat. Where had she been hiding that nut? Did her hip quiver have some kind of little pouch? He was fairly certain he hadn't felt anything when he stuck his finger up there…

As he continued to ponder the enigma that was his mentor, he noticed her parting gift laid out to his right side: two bundles of five arrows apiece… and an Eightfold Blade. It would seem she was satisfied with his first two shows and wanted him to finish the game HIS way.

The Hylian undid the bundles and slotted the new arrows into his quiver. Taking the blade's sheath in his hands, he pulled out the sword to examine it. Minus a few nicks near the base, it was in good condition. Fourteen arrows and a proper sword; he felt like he could take on the whole damn world.

As the blue leader swiped down, Link felt time slow to a crawl. It was a sloppy attack; a wide strike that left more than enough opportunity to plant his newly-acquired Eightfold Blade into the hapless monster's skull. With that final blow, the pig beast stumbled and fell, its body already decomposing around the Hylian's sword.

He'd found the camp easily enough, two guards and a huddle of four of them snoozing. He took out the northeast tower with a quick shot to the sentry's throat. In its ashy remains, he spotted five more arrows: A good fallback. Once he had secured his vantage point, he honed in on the other guard that was just turning to meet his eyes. As the alerted Bokoblin brought his horn up to his lips, the arrow flew into the monster's throat, causing its attempts to blow to come out as pained gurgles. But still, those were enough to cause the others to wake up and instantly spot him.

Damn. He'd been hoping to get a few quick strikes off on the slumbering Bokoblins; save him the time and hassle. Still, it wasn't as if the situation was entirely a disadvantage, especially not when he had such a potent blade compared to their crude wooden clubs and shields. With the element of stealth no longer in play, Link unsheathed his blade and leaped down to intercept the trio.

The first two went down instantly; two slices each with his Sheikah blade. The blue one served a bit more of a challenge thanks to its bony shield, but even that served no problem once Link was able to get in between its blows. One strike to stagger it, and as it attempted to retaliate even as leaking Malice flowed from its cut, a second strike to the head put it permanently out of commission.

Five dead Bokoblins, one more to go.

Link withdrew his blade and flicked off the residue left behind by the Bokoblin's Malice. The Hylian was alert; scouting the area for the sight of the final Bokoblin. He paid no mind to the Malice dissipating into the air, knowing that with every kill the vile essence of the Calamity would build until the fateful night when it would be released with the Blood Moon. The workings of such a hopeless eternal cycle was of little concern to him; only that he would inevitably have to cull it at the source locked in the remains of Hyrule Castle. But tonight his prey was a single pig beast, hiding somewhere in the Blatchery Plains.

His thoughts were thankfully shallow enough to keep him alert; and as he back-flipped out of the way of the swinging claymore a scant few whiskers from his exposed genitals, he made out the four shambling corpses that had surrounded him. 'Of course it's a group of Stals.' Link cursed as he pulled out his bow. It would be pointless to try and hack at them with the Eightfold Blade; a clean headshot to the skulls should be sufficient to destroy them. Only issue would be to make the shot in time.

His first target was the one that had tried to hack off his junk. Before it had a chance to shoot his nocked arrow, he had to leap back to avoid the Stalkoblin's claymore. It swung so wide he was bemused to see the skeleton's arm popped off. Before it could react, an arrow was shot clean between its ethereal eyes, severing the connection to its Malice. One down.

Link rolled to the side just in time to avoid a devastating shot in the back. Unfortunately it wasn't fast enough and the arrow still grazed his sides. Only the adrenaline of his current fight kept him from reacting to his new wound in favor of leveling another shot into a second Stal as it was picking up the spiked club its living brethren had been using. That left two headless Stalkoblins shambling around, until Link had the mind to fling the club at one of the corpses, shattering both the weapon and the bony construct. So ONE shambling beast.

With the immediate obstacle removed, Link broke out into a sprint for the archer that had been getting on his nerves since the Stal had arrived. He ducked left as the shot passed over his head before resuming his advance. A second shot was similarly avoided just in time to bring up his own bow and start to zero in. It didn't take a keen eye to see how close his bow was to breaking; he had maybe three more shots at most before it would be shattered beyond repair. As the two stood apart from each other with arrows nocked, it became a terse question of who would move first…

The answer was the fourth Stal, who had thrown a rock that impacted with the Hylian's hand. Not only did the dirty trick force his shot to go wide, but it also gave a perfect opportunity for the archer to fire at Link. Its shot was more accurate, and managed to embed itself into his lower right leg. Such an attack was enough to finally give the hunter pause as pain blasted past his haze of adrenaline.

Even with his improved stamina and endurance, it still hurt like hell. Thank goodness for small miracles, such as the fact it was a pitiful example of an arrow made out of a sharpened stick and some molted feathers. It had lost quite a bit of velocity by the time it reached his leg, and the actual point (he refused to call it an arrowhead) was only an inch or so embedded into his flesh. He'd been stabbed with worse.

Before the Stalkoblin could nock a second arrow, its head was shot clean off its bony neck. With that distraction out of the way, Link finally reached down and wrenched out the arrow. 'Good, less blood loss this time' the Hylian mused with approval. The storm served to wash away his pouring blood, mixing it into the muddy ground. Link paid it no mind as he instead drew his Eightfold Blade and scanned for the last Stal that was surely lurking nearby. Once he saw a headless, one-armed construct, he had a clue of just what had transpired even before he leveled his gaze with the last Stalkoblin.

Sure enough, the undead Bokoblin had grabbed not just the bone shield, but one of its brethren's bony arms. It would've been pathetic if it weren't for the passive glare on its skull that every Stalkoblin would give him. A shame; it would've made the act of shattering its head more satisfying if it actually would react. He watched as it shambled towards him, it's bony feet squishing in the unstable ground.

Two strikes; one to break its body, a second to impale its skull before it even had time to land. He ignored the alarming sound of the blade shifting; it was surely ready to give way soon. But that shouldn't matter, as all four shambling skeletons went limp and turned to ash with the destruction of the last Malice skull. That brought his toll up to nine… one was still missing.

Link cursed as he dodged an arrow; a proper one this time. From somewhere in the storm, he heard the whinny of a horse, followed by the silhouette of a galloping steed rushing towards him. On its back was his last quarry, it's crude bow already brought to bear against him.

'Ah, so that's where the sixth one went.' The Champion mused as he deflty avoided the next shot. It was clear that this Bokoblin was not a very skilled rider, if the way its shots would've barely grazed him was an indicator. Still, the increase in mobility would make his own shots just the slightest bit harder to line up.

As the horse thundered past him, he got a better look at the Bokoblin. Blue skinned and with only a simple Boko bow in its mitts. All he needed was a single clean shot to dismount it. With any luck a headshot would kill it, but he'd settle for simply dismounting the beast and meeting it on foot. He watched the rider urge its steed around in a wide arc, and leveled his bow to follow it. No breathing tricks this time; he had a single chance and would rather not waste it.

The Bokoblin was facing him now, charging forward as it raised its own bow. It was entirely possible that its current track would trample him: a non-factor. For a brief moment their eyes met from down the shaft of their respective arrows. Mad purple eyes met steeled blue.

A hand released its string.

As he let go, he knew it would hit. As he heard the string snap and the wood splinter, he tossed it aside. Whatever sentimental value he'd have for his bow; HER bow, would wait until after the Bokoblin was dead. He ignored the horse that now ran past him in favor of rushing the downed rider. The blade practically sung as he released it from its sheath, already prepared to strike down on the prone monster that was dazed upon the ground.

But it was crafty. No sooner was the blade coming down than did the pig beast roll to the side, causing him to plant his sword into the dirt. Link cursed and swiftly removed it, turning just in time to dodge a shot by the Bokoblin. 'Fast little bugger'

Seeing that its shot had missed, the monster swiftly discarded its bow and picked up the bony club and shield of its fallen leader. Despite his efforts, Link's attempts to strike the beast were met with the durable shield. A quick glance at his weapon confirmed his fears; it was ready to break. He had maybe a single strike left before the blade would shatter. An unfortunate side effect of Sheikah weapons being so lethal was their startling lack of durability. He could possibly reach for one of the other weapons scattered around, but he wasn't really keen on being vulnerable with such a deadly weapon in the hands of his foe.

The Bokoblin roared in his face and started to swing the club; a tactic he'd often seen done by those wielding spears. Unfortunatly he had no way to properly time himself to retaliate and was forced to flip back time and again. With each leap, he felt more pain explode from his right leg. Worse, he could practically feel the protrusions of the club growing steadily closer to his head with every attempt to dodge.

So it became a question of which would happen first; would his leg give out and leave him crippled to the killing blow? Would the beast's swings manage to catch up with him and bash his brains out? Or would the Goddesses take pity on him and tire the Bokoblin out first?

...

It only took a single breath before his blade broke in its skull. The force of Link's throw actually caused the beast to snap back, its lifeless eyes briefly meeting the storm that had bore witness to its final moments. By the time it's corpse landed, it was nothing but dust and a pair of discarded teeth. In the distance, the whinny of a horse called out as its wet gallops were lost to the rainy plains.

He felt most of his energy evaporate as his arms became heavier than rock. Somehow he was still standing, much less able to walk. He wasn't sure how long he'd wasted time on this arduous fight; only that he knew his mentor had been watching from somewhere. As he limped past the now-unsealed monster chest, he made out the lone tree in the distance.

There she was, standing beneath the tree waiting for him to approach her. In her hands were two vials; one red and the other indiscernible. Without word she presented the red one to Link as soon as he reached her. After popping the top, he knew it was an elixir; a hearty one at that. He wasn't sure where she'd gotten the lizard needed to make such a concoction, nor what kind of monster remains had been mixed in. Still, he'd probably enjoy the rest of Rola's antics if he weren't on death's door, so bottom's up…

As she watched him consume the elixir, the fletcher's thoughts were swarming with what she'd just seen. She was more than ready to leap in after that Stall had gotten its shot in. But damned it all if her pupil didn't pull through, and in such a deliciously brutal fashion. She'd been utterly transfixed from the first strike as he effortlessly dismantled the ramshackle encampment; a feat she had accomplished so many times it was muscle memory by this point. The Stal were an unexpected surprise, yet one she had encountered before a handful of times. But even she had never had one of them attempt to retaliate on horseback, nor had the pleasure of utterly destroying such a rider so effortlessly. 'As expected my Champion; you are truly full of surprises.'

Link finished downing the hearty elixir, feeling his body practically ignite at the surge of energy that rushed through him. Even his arrow wounds weren't proving to be a burden as his skin sealed shut. Once the concoction had worked its magic, it left only the simplest nicks and cuts in its wake; not wide enough to have caused bleeding that would attract the elixir to act. Once the Sheikah saw that the potion was finished, she popped the lid of the other vial and poured its yellowish contents onto her hands.

"It's for small cuts; allow me to do the honors." She insisted, her tone strikingly dutiful and…dare he say submissive. Impossible- Her, of all women: submissive? But how else could he describe her slow, methodic, and almost loving application of the oil? Any further thoughts on such a matter were wiped away as he felt her slippery hands placed upon his bare chest. 'How is it that she still has such soft skin?'

Rola struggled to keep herself composed, even as she started to administer the soothing oil. She had hoped that giving him three challenges would get her at least a bit amorous. But she had not even begun to consider the possibility that her Champion could excel thrice, or demonstrate a means that was beyond even her expectations. Whether it be his swift shots, his cold nerves, or even the way he'd leapt from a blade not even an inch from cutting his manhood… by Hylia was she GUSHING.

With barely-constrained-yet-practiced ease, she massaged his torso, taking special care along the minor nicks that he had earned this night. From there, she worked her way up to his shoulders, giving greater attention to his weary left arm. As she worked on his arms, her breasts pressed against his stomach, letting her nipples rub across his skin where she had not yet lavished. It had been a long time since she'd healed one in such a manner; not since Cado in fact. Not that he was willing to waste a moment thinking of her fool of an ex-husband.

Rola graced every inch of his being with her hands, only stopping to lather more into her palms. From his arms down to his feet, she made sure that all of it was accounted for. When at last she came back up to his stiffening cock, she briefly worshipped it with her tongue before leaving a kiss on the crown and covering it with oil. The sensation of her saliva followed by the slick medicinal aid, made his already solid dick rock-hard.

"You handled that splendidly. I think you deserve your reward, my Champion." Rola explained as she gently placed the vial down and rose to her feet. They were sheltered from the pelting rain underneath this tree, allowing the healing oil to do its work on her pupil's weary body. However Link wasn't willing to wait, and instead opted to pin her and attack the fletcher's exposed neck.

"Ah! S-still eager I see." She hissed as her pupil nipped and grazed her skin. The fletcher let him have his fun; content to let him exert dominance against her…for now at least. By all means he'd proven he was worthy of her submission. But where would be the fun in just GIVING him his reward? She had needs too, after all, and it was always so nice to start with a quick warm-up…

As Link kept up his assault on her sensitive neck, the adopted Shiekah reached down to take his hard cock in her hand and guided it to her needy entrance. Without breaking stride, Link snatched the reins from her and speared her pussy, stretching the walls to accommodate his generous girth. It was no surprise at how smoothly and quickly the two's pelvis' were able to meet; especially considering his hardness and her wetness.

Having been pinned against the tree, Rola opted to let her Hylian partner set the pace, leaving her to mewl and revel in his aggression. Still, she found the arduous stretch between his dick pulling out of her cunt before diving back in to be too long for her tastes. In kind, she opted to bring one of her toned chocolate legs around his back and force him closer to her. 'Much better.' She silently declared as the time between his thrusts was halved, along with the distance he would withdraw.

Link had left his place assaulting her neck at her sudden actions, only to be caught by her lips in a searing open-mouth kiss. As before, he fought to penetrate her oral cavern, only to be consistently blocked and denied by her deft tongue. She was all too ready to keep up this infuriating game, until he threw her for a loop by bringing one of his hands from her hips and closing it around her throat. It wasn't enough to constrict her windpipe, but it did give her enough pause to let his persistent tongue finally snake past her and penetrate her mouth.

'What a foul trick, my Champion.' She silently chided, her mind divided into equal parts shock and approval. He could see this mixed message in her eyes, emboldening him to increase his pace as well as the ferocity of his tongue-lashing. With his plan a success, he brought his hand down from her throat and instead opted to start squeezing her swaying tits. It didn't matter to him that his every act was met with another nail carving into his shoulder; he was certain his assault had rubbed her back raw against the bark of the tree…

They both lost all sense of time as he continued to fuck her against the tree. The moon had long since been hidden by the clouds of the storm, and any possibly pinpricks of light from lanterns or torches had been extinguished shortly after. In the darkness, they rutted without consequence. The only proverbial fire that remained was the one within them; perpetually stoked by the heat of their passion.

At some point Link had been forced to disengage from her mouth, if only to let air back into his needy lungs. In that time, Rola had struck back and had targeted his ears, administering her familiar brand of delightful torture to his ears as she nibbled the pointed tips before occasionally darting her tongue into the canals. Unfortunately for her, her pupil had developed something of an immunity to her assaults on such an area, and it wasn't long before her withdrawal gave him the perfect chance to retaliate in kind. And so she once again claimed one of his firsts; specifically the first time he tongued a woman's ear canal.

'What the hell is this woman thinking?!' Earwax is DISGUSTING; a pungent taste that he could only faintly connect to the failed dishes he'd slogged down in a pinch. Still, the way he felt her body writhe at his attack, as well as the sweet moans from her lips made him decide to work through the bile and focus on delivering righteous payback to her own ears. His hands had long since abandoned its assault on her tits and instead zeroed in on her erect nipples; pinching and tweaking the hard nubs in a way that felt so painfully good.

Between his assaults on her ears, her nipples, and even the way his dick now rubbed against her g-spot, Rola finally succumbed to her climax with an appropriately toned cry of erotic euphoria. Link meanwhile felt his own release even before her walls constricted his dick and had already shot out two blasts of his spunk even before he thrust into her for the last time. His own roar of primal release joined hers, frightening any nearby animals as well as the hapless horse-bound traveler that was passing nearby and urged her steed faster back to the stable. Momentarily spent, the younger Hylian withdrew from her folds, letting his last shot splatter against the dirt even as it started to harden once again.

Rola sighed in happiness as she felt the mixture of their union sloshing in her womb. It would've been readily obvious that she could be carrying his child, if only the Trio were more merciful. Or better yet; if only she'd been more careful back then… Oh curses, this was NOT the time to be lamenting her past. Deftly, she wiped away the raindrops that were falling on her cheeks, paying little heed to the streams that originated within her pupils. Instead she elected to pay attention to the still-hard totem of desire that was rubbing against her stomach.

Of course he wasn't done. It hardly mattered that the salve she had used had been explicitly tampered to keep its natural sexually potent after-effect; why would someone as young and virile as he need such aid, right? Oh sure the sex was everything she'd been looking for, but to be honest it was NOT what she was planning to top off their night with. No she had something extra special planned for him; one that NO ONE had been able to claim from her.

To be honest, she had been nervous for this, even when the idea first dawned on her as she spotted him resting in her favorite hot spring. Oh sure she had been wistfully hoping that the alarming increase in the frequency of the Blood Moon would give her the best opportunity to draw her favorite pupil further into her world of temptation. She always knew that the time she would be able to bring him into her greatest passion could only be given with the best reward she had to offer. But as time and this wonderful night marched on, it was clear that there was only one thing she could think of to offer her pupil.

"You've made some perfect shots tonight. But you still have one last target." She explained, much to Link's annoyance and curiosity. His discontent caused her to laugh; a soft guffaw of equal parts mirth and allure. "Not to worry; it's right here and you've already got the equipment to manage it." The fletcher promised as she turned and presented her perfect Faronese ass to him. "Strike true, my Champion."

Whatever wilting Link had been suffering was gone as her actions and intent reached his ears. Before his eyes was the rump that he had spent many a restless night pining. Countless wasted loads brought forth by the furtive visions of her gyrating cheeks. He had never been more eager to dive forward than he was now…

…Only for her to stop his advance with a firm palm as she presented the nearly depleted salve to him. "Before you start; would you mind terribly if you'd use the oil?" she timidly asked: a far cry from her usual attitude. Still, Link couldn't help but honor her request and rubbed more of the stuff onto his dick. For added measure, he poured some on her cheeks, causing the fletcher to hiss at the sudden cold before purring as he massaged the oil into her puckered bud. Without any further uses, the Hylian tossed the vial aside and gripped her hips, thrusting his hard-on against her ass cheeks to spread the lubrication further along his pole.

"Ah! Yessss. Just like tha-AT!" she moaned as he pushed his way past her puckered hole and penetrated her rectum. Even with the added lubrication, the Hylian still struggled to push further in until he finally reached as far as he could. Rola bit her lip so hard she started to taste her own blood. There'd be a time for her to let loose and make her lungs as sore and hoarse as her body. It only made sense to save herself for that moment as she struggled to adjust to the sensation of her butt being filled up.

By Hylia her ass was something else. He thought that Prima's virgin rump was the tightest thing he'd ever comfortably plow. Turns out that a woman nearly two decades their senior could not only match that, but also EXCEED it. What could possibly be her secret; was it her regular physical routine, genetics, a lucky draw? IF he wasn't so turned on he could probably spend HOURS contemplating her ass. 'I wonder what it would look like in a pair of tight pants… why is that such a vivid memory?' His musings were cut short as his now-impatient mentor snapped at him.

"Take it; my last and most intimate treasure is for you and you alone." Rola hissed, shifting her hips and sending small shudders through both of their bodies. There were the magic words; the ones that would banish any sense of grievance or doubt and leave only the feral call of the wild.

Before she had been pinned to the tree, having the skin of her back be rubbed raw as he fucked her cunt. This time she had gripped her hands firmly on the trunk and planted her feet onto the ground, giving her enough height to have him thrust into her from a perfect horizontal angle. That didn't mean he wouldn't opt to occasionally switch his trajectory. On the contrary, Link seemed to be quite keen and skilled at adjusting his thrusts to push up or down into her. It was during one such thrust down that she felt his crown push the wall of her anal cavity until it impacted with what must surely have been her sealed cunt. Such acts caused her lips to briefly loosen and release some of their union as well as cause her to loose her grip on the bark…

…Only for her pupil to catch her by her shoulders and bring her up to his shoudlers; causing him to take a step back as her raw back rubbed against his oiled chest. 'Déjà vu.' He mused as he reached down to secure her thighs and keep her upright. She was heavier than Sophie due to her taught muscles, but Link was still barely winded even as he started to juggle her atop his dick. Before she could protest, he reached his head around her and attacked her neck, bringing his thrusts to a minimum in kind. But little did he realize; Rola didn't like the change in pace, and took it upon herself to mix things up.

The Hylian barely noticed her plan until they were already falling forward, letting out a surprised gasp at her antics. He was so shocked, he released his grip on her thighs and instead gripped onto her hips in a vain attempt to catch her fall. The fletcher briefly winced as she felt her knees and palms get a little scraped, but didn't even consider the notion of tending to such trivial wounds. Nor did she let the sudden weight of her pupil's torso on her back hobble her and instead opted to resume her grinding her rump onto his pelvis, letting him key into join her once again.

She'd wanted to get down like this for some time; rutting as beasts would in the wild. Their earlier antics in the village didn't really give them the room to engage in such a manner, at least not before they'd retreated under the awning to continue their antics out of the rain. But even then, she'd never considered the idea that she'd ever be giving her black cherry to a man her junior, much less in such a manner. As she felt his hands raise up to grope her swaying breasts, she felt her face being slowly lowered until she was practically kissing the mud as every thrust knocked her further and further into ecstasy.

She had no control, and she had NEVER been this turned on.

Link looked down at her face as he drilled her ass. The way she barely seemed to acknowledge the wet dirt caking her cheeks, or the glazed look in her eyes aroused him to double his efforts. He wasn't really sure what it was that was elevating his carnal desire; if it was just the sight of a woman well-fucked, or more specifically, the sight of ROLA in such a plaintive state of submission that caused him to go wild. But regardless he capitalized on the opportunity, as each and every thrust henceforth was payback for each time she taunted him.

'One. Two. Three.' Her left hand drew to his crotch, deftly untying the knot that held them up…

Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.' She brought the dollop of cum up to his face after squeezing his balls…

'TEN. ELEVEN. TWELVE.' She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him back into her lips…

'THIRTEEN' the feelings of her tongue in his ear as she pinned him to the tree…

'FOURTEEN' the way her blue eyes teased him as she drew back and dissolved into the shadows…

'FIFTEEN' he felt her generous breasts press into his stomach as his twofold assault on her clit and anus drenched his face in her juices…

'SIXTEEN' he watched her eyes flutter as he closed his hand around her neck and finally pierced her mouth with his tongue…

'SEVENTEEN' he gazed at the sexual stupor on her face, as her mind was as scrambled as her innards…

In most respects, it was a pitiful offering compared to his usual loads. Not that he'd ever get any complaints from Rola as she felt rope after rope of his jizz blast into her rectum. The fletcher felt his wilting cock pop out of her ass; whimpering at its departure, but also content at the two loads sloshing around inside her. She was lost to the world; deaf to the storm, and blind to Link's plight.

Once again he found his thoughts clouded; as if the acts of carnal pleasure were illuminating a new set of memories, distinct from the dozen he had on his Slate. Whoever he was before, it was clear that even then he was not clean of erotic sin. Visions of disheveled hair, the smell of lust, and the cries of maidens pounded through his skull: all without context or clarity. Who were these women; common strumpets and handmaidens, nobles or sisters-in-arms, perhaps even women of the four faiths?

His haphazard musings were dashed as he felt something curl up to him. It didn't take a glance to confirm it was his mentor; tired yet keen to share their modest natural shelter together. The Hylian faintly noted how she had laid her head on his stomach before letting his exhaustion consume him.

She knew he was asleep the moment she wrapped her arms around him. The gentle rumble of his breathing was just further confirmation. Still, she could hardly berate him or levy accusations of being inadequate; Not when she had two thoroughly used and leaking holes as well as a stomach full of his seed from earlier. More than that, she just felt…safe, in his arms; as if they weren't currently in the middle of a monster-infested valley, or near a well-trodden path that saw many travelers on the way to Hateno. No, what lay beyond their little shelter was of no relevance, not when they had each other.

'If only I'd known, I would've never bothered to waste time at the kitchen. Not when Rabia plains was so close to us…'

The last things the fletcher heard was the rhythm of her pupil's heartbeat and the constant patter of rain…

Link stirred a few hours later. If his instincts were correct, it was nearly five am: sunrise. Sure enough even though the goddess-forsaken rain was still coming down, he could just make out the lightening sky. Better still, it seemed that the clouds were thinning, meaning that the storm should finally pass within a few hours. Not that expected the world to dry before the next shower, but hey; he'd take every chance to climb that he could.

They were still under the tree, still shielded by the rain. Off to the east, he could just make out what must be the sun rising over Mount Lanayru. The Hylian gazed around for any visible signs that they'd been visited in their slumber. Sure enough, his instincts were proven right, as there was nothing of note: not even a passing goat or horse. He felt Rola shift in his arms, causing him to look down at his chocolate goddess.

Despite how often she drove him to his wits end, or put him in harms way for her little twisted games, he just couldn't help but be at ease at her peaceful slumber. The way her disheveled hair framed her face made it easy to doubt her true nature. Even her weathered skin; coated in muscles and scars, did little to diminish her beauty. Absentmindedly, he reached down to softly stroke her face, nearly confident that she wouldn't be in a state to punish his transgression.

"I was wondering when you'd be awake. I'd invite you to watch the sunrise, but I'm sure you can see the damper on that offer." She uttered, all without opening her eyes. Not sure if he was too tired to react, the Hylian resorted to a simple grunt as a response as he withdrew his hand. "You really do seem to have a bad habit about underestimating us Sheikah, Link. Were a cut above the farmers from Hateno, or some primitive beasts." She chided as she finally opened her eyes, revealing her mirth-filled blue pools that made it clear how serious Link should be taking her. 'Same as always, damnable minx.'

"You took good care of my bow, and gave it a fitting end against worthy prey. I trust you'll want another one?" she asked as her dainty fingers toyed with his chest. It seemed almost trivial to affirm her suspicions, but still he nodded, much to her visible delight. "Very good. You'll find your clothes and other weapons in the ruins on the other side of the swamp. Hopefully I can expect you at my shop by tomorrow for your new bow?" she inquired, almost sounding like she was begging if he didn't know better. Still, he gave her a nod and a wry smile, enjoying the brief kiss she gave in approval before she rose to her feet.

"Mmm, just remember our payment and I'll give you the finest Phrenic Bow you've ever seen." Rola promised, her blue eyes flickering down to his spent cock. The Hylian sighed at her antics, but gave his word that she would get every bit of payment she requested. "I can't wait. I fear this is where we must part; there are still a few more packs to take care of." The fletcher explained as she picked up her own bow and spared him a final smile.

"I'll see you then, Link." And then she was gone, rushing back to the trees to the south. He watched her depart, enjoying the sight of her derriere bouncing along. If he allowed himself to feel brazen, he could almost swear he saw a slight limp in her gait (not that he'd ever suggest such, least of all to her face). Regardless, she was nearly at the treeline when he turned to dash to his own destination.

As she had promised, his gear was nearly stowed away in a ruined corner. True she had neglected to mention the Decayed Guardian that had nearly blasted his ass, but semantics. He winced as he felt another shot go wide over his head as he scrambled to put his trousers back on. At least now he had his Slate back so he could jump away if things were getting too hairy. But with a few dozen Shock Arrows and a refined Serpentine Spear, it seemed only fair to make the plains safer, right?

Maybe stopping at the Dueling Peaks Stable for a rest would be a good idea. It'd take him about half a day to reach Kakariko, and if the spark in her eyes were any indicator, it'd be his last moment of peace for the duration of his stay…