October 2022 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Link/Stalmoblin – Link sees Stal enemies for the first time and is promptly captured.

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Link peers out from his hiding spot behind the tree. It’s not the best hiding spot there is but it’s the only one that he’d been able to slide behind on such short notice when they came around.

He’s never seen anything like it; skeletal horses ridden by skeletal beasts as they aimlessly trot over the moonless field. All his little hairs stand on end. They’re practically soundless if not for the rustling of the grass at their feet.

It is the reason he does not notice any of them sneaking up behind him until two bony hands curl around his upper arms and effortlessly lift him from the ground. His breath catches, legs immediately kicking out but all he hits is hard, unrelenting bone.

He cranes his neck to peer behind him. The creature that got him is larger than the ones on the horses. If he squints, he would say that it is the animated skeleton of a moblin but it is a little difficult to think very rationally when he’s almost face to face with such a nightmare… especially when its eyes suddenly start glowing in a demonic orange-pink hue.

It clicks its jaws together a few times, then turns and carries Link away, ostensibly to its lair.

.oOo.

The Stalmoblin has no cock, being just bones and evil magic, but that does not mean apparently that it is not interested in fucking around with Link. It is inordinately interested in his… everything, squeezing his biceps and the little fat at his hips between its bony fingertips before noticing that there is a lot more flesh to be found on his thighs at which point he is getting completely divested of his clothes so he can be a living puppet for the monster.

His arms have been bound behind his back with some filthy, half-rotten rope. Unfortunately it is still strong enough to not let him break free of it no matter how he struggles, sweat pearling at his hairline while the bony demon leans over him, glowing eyes casting shadows over Link’s skin.

He should be thankful, probably, that the beast is so gentle, spreading his thighs and pushing against his hole with one fat bony digit-

Link inhales sharply, back arching. He had never thought much about the re-dead, though it kind of does make sense that they are obsessed with soft, warm flesh…

It’s unblinking eyes are burning right into his soul. Maybe he should not stare back, lest its curse jump over to him-

It is prodding harder, pushing against his nervously clenching muscle until the smooth, dry bone begins to slide into him. Link’s eyes roll into his skull, his mouth open on a noiseless cry when he feels himself getting spread open on the cool bone, his cock, idiot that it is, twitching with interest.

He almost feels like he’s hearing sounds from outside as well… could there be more skeletal monsters lurking about?