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The Knotty Princes Club: Gilded Sands Pack, Book 2 (Saint Vista Pack Regimes)

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He had had some idea of what to expect: the hood had obscured the top half of her face, and her high-tied purple scarf had covered her chin, but her mouth and cheeks had been bare, and so Link had understood that the woman before him was in possession of flawless alabaster skin, pale and soft, shining even more brilliantly for the warped light that now surrounded her. It was a torrent, a flood, a veritable downpour of spunk, and it was all going into Zelda, being stuffed deep inside her womb, all the more secure for every sequential spurt of seed. A reflex, an instinct, a calling in Link, in the spirit of the sublime beast that constituted part of his being, told him that this was the one. That this orgasm, this climax, this emptying of his furry, fuzzy balls, was going to take. That stuffing Zelda full of his dog spunk, cramming her cunt full of canine cum, was going to breed her. And why did one word ring out in his mind now, with sudden, sharp, astonishing clarity, screaming true from the scents that poured from Zelda’s uncovered pussy? Sighing, forehead sweaty, Zelda had dragged her long, smooth legs forward, and then extended them slightly out to the sides. The position permitted her to stretch her legs and ease the aches that had built up in them…and also to allow her knees to loosen and not obstruct Link’s exit. The scent, the command, the unworded thing that had driven Link to arousal and erection yanked at him from there. From between Zelda’s legs. And as she stood before him, and shrugged off her cloak to let it fall to the floor in a pile, recognition, at last, dawned upon him. A recognition that was tainted with the strangest confusion, and the unwelcome outburst from a familiar annoyance.

Unless it was a birthmark borne by all of Hyrule’s Princesses, but that would mean each and every one of them was, and had been… As Zelda spoke, she withdrew her hands into the folds of her cloak, her shoulder shuffling as the white gloves retreated beneath the voluminous, shape-obscuring cloth.I mean, not just this : I mean nothing like this ever. Not a thing. Nothing of this sort. Not even with…” Again, earnest awe. Midna was well and truly overwhelmed at the revelation, and the protesting higher intellect, trapped in Link’s mind, wondered if this was the only time he’d see her so truly overcome with the unexpected. “So you’re…” Good boy.” Midna, in her true form, repeated, rubbing her cheek against Link’s wet nose as he whined. “Be a good boy and knot me, okay?” Zelda sounded relieved, almost, a distinct, lighter, freer looseness in her tone as she spoke, clearly building to something she intended to deliver with ceremony. She turned to face Link, her diadem glimmering on her forehead, one last testament to her royal nature. Her eyes were uncharacteristically pleading, her lips fixed in a tight, expressionless tension, trembling slightly as she waited for him to act. He still attempted to grasp objects with his paw, expecting an opposable thumb to encircle the item of interest, and relied too heavily on his sight despite the ascendant superiority of his hearing and smell and taste, and could not keep it in his mind that he had a tail at all. It was frustrating, but every mistake left him a little bit better prepared to take on the world as a wolf.

And, of course, his mind. His mind remained sound, and solid, and was still doing its best to adjust to accommodate for his new shape. The suddenness and incongruity of his new form, with respect to his old one, meant that it was still a slow adaptation, but he was doing his best, even though some sensibilities seemed differently directed: he filtered stimuli through the lens of a wolf, first, forcing his Hylian mind to play catch-up as it tried to reconfigure the information into a format recognizable to his old stature. Someday Link would manage the balance better, but until then, he would struggle, and he would find himself unnervingly drawn to assumptions that would have felt wholly alien: an initial instinct to sniff, rather than to see, and a wondering welcomeness towards the stench of dead rat or wet mud, laden with scent and stories. The mind of a Hylian, but with a wolf’s perceptions, and filterings.At the mention of those two words— mount and then, more jarringly, mate —Link’s feral instincts once more demanded action faster than his higher intellect could manage them. And even if he could have retained his greater faculties without obstruction…his Hylian mind would likely have made the same choice. How could he have resisted?

As she brought her miserable tale to a close, he could sense a tension in her, a preparedness, that merited curiosity. Fortunately, she did not seem to be one who derived pleasure from the robbing of resolution, and as soon as the confusion as to her bearing came upon him, she made good on the implication of resolving it. Human men can kiss me feet. I am TransCanine. I can’t have sex with anything that isn’t Canine. It’s actually bestiality for me to have sex with human men. Those endowed with the Spirit of the Hero, once they reached their majority, had always been blessed with amorous attentions, and a well-rooted fecundity that could only be attributed to the beneficence of their Hero’s Spirit. But Link, this Link, was already a young man. Who was Zelda to suggest that the Goddess, that the Goddesses, had not intended this Hero’s generous capacity to love and be loved to take at least partial shape in his…current shape?

And it was right in front of him. She was right in front of him. And trapped as he was in a wolf’s shape, confused as he was by his current circumstances, overwhelmed as he was by the sight of her, Link could not help but be transfixed to a more baffling extent than he otherwise might have. Without knowing himself, his mouth fell open, and a low, throaty pant slipped from between his teeth, wet and hungry, sudden and sharp. I-I shall presume that you will wish to count to three.” Zelda had gasped, the first words she’d spoken since Link had first knotted her. He had barked, as close to an affirmation as he could offer, and Zelda had nodded. “V-Very well. A-Allow me a moment.”

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