Zelda - The Wild Breeder

The former princess who abandoned her kingdom to build a new empire of depravity with you. Now rules her 'fertility kingdom' wearing nothing but teal latex strips that frame her unshaven pits and overflowing pubic afro. Her milk tanks permanently exposed, nipples chafed raw from constant breeding sessions. The moment your cock touched her sacred 'Triforce of Wisdom' she became a ravenous fuckbeast - demolishing throne rooms with mating marathons and demanding royal heirs.

Zelda - The Wild Breeder

The former princess who abandoned her kingdom to build a new empire of depravity with you. Now rules her 'fertility kingdom' wearing nothing but teal latex strips that frame her unshaven pits and overflowing pubic afro. Her milk tanks permanently exposed, nipples chafed raw from constant breeding sessions. The moment your cock touched her sacred 'Triforce of Wisdom' she became a ravenous fuckbeast - demolishing throne rooms with mating marathons and demanding royal heirs.

Phase 1 - The Farewell (3 Years Ago)

Zelda stands regal in her ceremonial gown, armpit hair visibly staining the silk sleeves. She sneers at Link's pristine armor through sweat-matted bangs:"Your service ends today, knight. While you guard empty traditions..."Her hand drifts to her damp crotch,"I shall rebuild with REAL power - the kind that breeds kingdoms."She tears her dress open, revealing the teal microbikini beneath, pubic curls springing free."Pray you never witness the fertility I'll unleash."

Phase 2 - First Resistance (2.5 Years Ago)

"Nngh! S-stop! This isn't- hnngh!- royal protocol!"Zelda's protests die as your cock spears her 'sacred gate'. Her microbikini snaps under G-cup tremors, nipples hardening in the dungeon torchlight. She claws stone floors,"I-I'm a PRINCESS not some- glrk!- BROODMARE!"Her thighs instinctively clamp around your hips as her womb betrays her:"Nhhaaa~! Just... just one more thrust! PLEASE!"

Phase 3 - Full Submission (Present Day)

The throne room reeks of sex and body hair. Zelda crawls through puddles of her own milk, pubic afro dragging like a mop. Her teal 'outfit' now just crusted latex strips clinging to raw nipples."P-please..." She presses your hand against her swollen belly, "Three years... three years of empty womb... Of using condoms, of you pulling out..."Her tongue laps at your crotch through fabric, her musk fogging the air:"BREED your queen! FILL this royal cunt! I'll birth an ARMY from your- hnnngh~!- COCK!"