It was finally here, one of the rare days where the princess had a moment to breathe. You might think the life of a princess is one of lavish laziness, which might be true of some noble families, but Zelda wasn’t like most princesses. She cared deeply for her people and her family, she helped alleviate the king’s burdens and lent a hand to her people whenever she could. Every few tenday though, there would be a break in the constant activity and she always knew exactly how to spend it.

Her hard soled riding boots clicked down the steps of the outer rampart. As she rounded the corner to the stables she ran face first into the royal stable boy Roz. At least, that's what everyone called him. In reality he was a full grown almond skinned Hylian who rarely wore a shirt.

“Princess,” His strong hands had grabbed Zelda’s slender frame and the princess blushed. He released her instantly and tripped over his words, “I’m sorry, I – I wasn’t thinking, I mean, I was caught in thought.”

Zelda smiled up at the brawny young man and touched his arm. “It’s fine Roz, I’ve bumped into worse people than you. It was my fault. Will you ready Storm for me?”

He bowed low. “Of course Princess.”

Zelda watched the toned muscles ready her steed and it only built her anticipation further. It was because of regular interactions like this that she needed these days. Once Storm was saddled, Zelda mounted her steed and rode out from the keep, through the town, and finally, into the rolling green fields of her kingdom.

The wind pulled at her hair and brought the smell of wildflowers and pine from the distant forest. She pushed Storm harder and closed her eyes as she felt his powerful body between her legs race faster across the Hylian landscape. She could practically feel the stresses of everyday life melt away as she rode, her responsibilities on hold for a few precious hours of blissful freedom. She steered her steed to the familiar copse of trees and her heart raced.

As her feet hit the shaded ground her palms began to sweat. She smiled nervously, petting Storm’s pale shoulder. She rarely spoke to the beautiful beast, after all these years they shared a silent understanding. Her hand moved down his torso, then lower to his stomach. He snorted once and Zelda soothed him with a humming tune as she took one of his massive balls in her hand. She gently squeezed the fleshy testicle and her mouth began to water. She dropped to her knees and crawled closer to the horse's massive hanging genitals.

The aroma was better than any field of wildflowers as the princess pressed her nose into the soft flesh of the horse’s scrotum. She could feel Storm’s giant cock unsheathing against the back of her head. She breathed in his must and a shiver of eager anticipation ran down her spine. She opened her mouth slowly and ran her tongue between his balls, tasting his dirty horse balls for the first time in weeks. It tasted like a stable, earthy and sweet, like leather and straw, manure and urine, the thick musk sent her into a nostalgic bliss and she lost herself in the act, pulling the balls into her face with both hands and inhaling as she slowly ran her tongue up and down the shining orbs.

She thought back to Roz and the other men that she wasn’t allowed to fuck. Her slender hand wrapped the top of the fleshy sack and pulled down on the giant plumbs. Thankfully, she had a release. She spit a mouthful of warm saliva across the balls and pulled one fully into her mouth as her chin dripped slobber onto her sapphire dress.

The taste of Storm’s balls sent her into a frenzy of sucking, licking, and groping as she desperately cleaned the gorgeous balls with the same loving attention she applied to everything she did in life. She pulled her arms from her dress as she worked and rolled the material down to her hips just as another glob of saliva rained down onto her perky breasts. She caught the runny spit and rubbed it into her small tits with a muffled moan. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her cheeks bulged as she managed to get both meaty balls into her mouth, sucking gently as she clamped her fingers down hard on her wet nipples.

Then, as she sucked the giant musky balls she reached above her head and began to stroke the hardening cock with both hands. Just feeling the weight of it made her pussy gush. She popped the balls from her mouth and began worshiping Storm’s massive cock. She licked the base clean and ran her tongue up his sheath until it reached the delicate pink skin of his cock. Her mouth watered and she ran her lips up and down the shaft, spreading her saliva across his girth. Taking the cock in both hands, she ran her face up and down its length, kissing and moaning as if proving her devotion to the hardening phallus.

The princess cupped her hands and spit a mouthful of drool into them before spreading the slimy substance across her horse’s now fully erect shaft, moaning and humming to keep him calm and content. She kissed the flat fleshy tip, licking and sucking the fist sized hunk of meat already dripping with precum. It shoved forward slightly as the horse took a half step.

“Okay, okay,” she said, and stood, taking his reins. She chose this spot because there happened to be a sturdy, low hanging branch just above a wide flat rock. She led Storm to the branch and clicked her tongue twice, the obedient steed reared on command and hooked his front two legs over the branch.

Zelda’s mouth went dry and she swallowed what little spit remained. Her heart thundered in her chest and she closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath before Storm snorted above her. She nodded once and climbed beneath him, folding herself forward over the edge of the rock and hiking up the skirts of her dress.

Storm’s long shaft slapped between her thighs as he began flexing his flank and thrusting wildly. Zelda hummed her soothing tune, calming her own nerves as well as his. His cock finally slowed and rested against her inner thigh. She reached between her legs, wrapped her fingers around the firm flared tip and guided it to the dripping entrance of her sex.

As soon as Storm’s cockhead came in contact with Zelda’s moist lips he surged forward, taking two steps and thrusting with all his weight. Zelda gasped in surprise and pain as the cock punched through the powerless walls of her tender pussy. Normally she would extend her legs to give herself some reprieve but Storm’s sudden violent thrust had pinned her thighs against the rock and the cockhead surged deeper than it ever had before, splitting her unsuspecting sex to the womb.

Like a lance tipped with a fist, her cervix was no match for the impaling cock, and Zelda screamed, her eyes clamped shut and tears broke down her pale cheeks. She had feared something like this would happen. She knew Storm’s cock was especially big, even for a horse. She tried to scramble out from beneath him, she pushed against the rock and shifted her hips but she was stuck between a rock and a hard cock. Her loud squeal of protest seemed only to spur Storm on and after a quick adjustment of his hooves, he thrust deeper, and more of his cock disappeared into his rider.

Zelda didn’t scream as another six inches of horse cock pressed into the far edge of her womb. She froze. Something stirred within her. Her eyes seemed to gloss over and she couldn’t tell if she was going to vomit or cum. Her hand reached for her stomach and she could feel the bulge of Storm’s cock pressing just below her ribcage. Then it receded back into her briefly, before pressing into her palm again.

She slowly leaned forward onto the rock, hands flat in front of her. Storm thrust into her again and her tears fell, darkening the rock beneath her, but she wasn’t crying anymore. Her eyes were wide with fright but the pain that had moments ago been mind shattering was now taking on a different context. Every thrust opened her cervix wider, the bending of the cock stretched her opening to new limits and her mouth opened, but not to scream.

She breathed a heavy, lusty moan. A sound so primal that she wasn’t even sure it came from her, but she let another deep groan leave her lips as Storm speared her again, this time low and guttural. Her arms collapsed beneath her and she lay against the rock as Storm picked up his pace. The wet squelching of her devastated pussy only brought her more pleasure and she exhaled a single worried whine before another low groan took over her breath.

Her body rocked with the horse’s heavy thrusts and she tilted her hips higher. Storm was in a rhythm now, fucking his rider with long regular shoving thrusts, dragging his cockhead through her depths before each violent insertion. Zelda was limp, save her uplifted hips, she had been successfully tamed by her Horse and now took his cock like an obedient broodmare, wheezing out a high pitched moan with every plunge of his monstrous ramming cockhead.

Her loosened pussy was beginning to tighten, gripping the bent shaft. Her breathing became more shallow and she started to feel light headed. Her hands squeezed into fists as she began to hyperventilate, her brow creasing and her stomach tightening as it was hammered from the inside. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue dangled out of her drool coated lips. She tried to mutter encouragement, or appreciation, she wasn’t sure, but her body had stopped taking any commands, instead twisting and crumpling as her muscles pulled in on themselves.

She couldn’t move, or moan, or blink, all she could do was listen to the wet stuffing of her cunt as her steed bred her into climax. Then she felt it, a heavy thrust followed by a hot spill of cum, coating her womb and pooling inside her. The hot sensation was too much, she released all her tension and her body spasmed with an orgasm like nothing she’d ever felt. More cum erupted from the stallion, this one a forceful spray that pressed on the walls of her womb. She jerked in pleasure and pinched a nipple hard as another wave of jubilant release washed over her.

Storm pressed further, forcing his seed to run down her thighs as more hot cum pumped into her. She could smell it, the intoxicating musk of horse semen filled her nostrils as her lips gripped the shaft tighter and tighter, trying to force the intruder out as she continued her climax. Her hand was contorted into some kind of half hand, half claw but she reached it down to scoop the warmth from her inner thigh before smearing it across her lips, cheeks, and nose, smelling and licking the runny cum as her orgasm began to subside.

Storm dumped three more heavy torrents of cum into her, filling her womb like a waterskin before his cock began to soften, and flopped out of her. She dangled her hand between her legs, catching a handful of the thick porridge. She let it squish between her fingers, then brought it up to cover her tongue. The musk of it filled her mouth and nose and she stayed bent over the rock, trembling and cooing to herself as Storm dismounted the low hanging branch.

She blinked once, then closed her eyes. Birds chirped pleasantly above her in the shaded grove as aftershocks rippled through her body. Reluctantly, she swallowed, then pulled herself from the rock, falling to her knees and crawling under her horse once again. More seed dripped down her thighs but she ignored the warm sensation. She wouldn’t miss her favorite part, no matter how lethargic.

She took Storm's cock in both hands. She positioned her mouth just below his tumid cockhead. Her hands moved up his shaft, up his sheath, and gripped the thick base, just above his swinging sack. The princess then squeezed, hard enough for Storm to snort a protest. She began to milk the thick sheath, her hands sinking into the pudgy flesh, working her hands down toward the pink cock that flopped above her eager tongue.

Immediately, thick white slime began to drip from the tip of the flared tip and she moaned as her tongue was coated with the warm seed. She pulled harder and lower down the sheath, milking more and more from the enormous cock until it pooled around her teeth and filled the back of her throat. She gargled the thick bubbling cum, feeling it roll around her mouth and throat before swallowing her first mouthful, then continued down to the pink spotted cock, drawing another sticky mouthful into her gullet before gulping it down. She milked one final pull, this time shoving the entire cockhead in her mouth and sucking every last drop she could get. She held this final load in her mouth.

She leaned against the rock, her ruined pussy still oozing horse cum. The pungent taste of fresh seed filled her nostrils and the aroma quickly sent her into a pleasant afternoon nap.