Samus Asserts Dominance. (Patreon)

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Zelda stood under the showerhead, the steamy water running over her naked skin. Her normally braid-bound hair was let loose for washing; completely unfurled like this, it almost reached the floor. She contemplated her surroundings. How bizarre it was to have these advanced shower facilities, in Hyrule, even royalty would have to bathe by buckets or in the river. Stranger still, she was expected to bathe with all the other female participants. She was alone at the moment as she lathered the bar of soap on her skin, but feared that could change at any moment. 

No sooner than she finished the thought, she heard the sound of someone else approaching. She turned recognized Samus’ body immediately; even though this was the first time Zelda had seen Samus in the nude, her clothing worn when outside her armor usually left little to the imagination anyway. Like her own, Samus’ hair was let down out of the ponytail she normally kept it in. But Zelda’s attention was soon focused elsewhere; Samus’ body was the perfect mixture of muscle tone and feminine curves. She unconsciously gawked at the sculpted collarbones, rock-hard abs, smooth and waxed genitals, and long, toned legs that she confidently sauntered into the shower room with.  But the centerpiece, the most irresistible objects of Zelda’s interest were Samus’ humongous, magnificent breasts that seemed to defy gravity. 

The statuesque woman made Zelda’s loins quiver with sapphic lust. Despite the prudishness she exhibited on the surface, Zelda was no stranger to self-pleasure; masturbating was a near-nightly affair for her. With the jaw-dropping Samus hanging around, she had to fight the instinctive urge to begin stroking herself right then and there...

Zelda looked down at her own body, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. She had thin scrawny limbs, narrow hips, and of course a barely-there pair of breasts that struggled to fill an A-cup brassiere. Nothing remotely as appealing as the drool-worthy goddess that she was sharing the shower room with.

Samus grinned at the timid princess, who was lost in her humbled contemplation. So lost, in fact, that she didn’t notice the object of her envy sneaking up behind her, putting her hands on her wet shoulders. Zelda squeaked and jumped, startled by the surprise touch. 

“Enjoying the show?” Samus asked, sliding her wet, lathered-up hands down Zelda's arms. 

“I- uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about...” Zelda stammered, unconvincingly. Samus tsked in Zelda’s ear. 

“Oh come on, anyone would have noticed you gawking at me.” She rebutted. “You weren’t being subtle… at all.” she semi-scolded. Samus’ hands had now found their way to Zelda’s hips. The poor princess felt every combination of arousal, shame, and intimidation. 

“Of course, I can’t really blame you...” Samus began as her hands slid up Zelda’s soapy, goosebumps-covered skin, pausing ever-so-briefly on her narrow waist, before finally continuing to their ultimate resting place on her chest, her palms aligned over each of Zelda’s erect nipples, her fingers kneading at what little breast matter Zelda had to offer. “...If my chest were as flat as yours, I’d be jealous too. It’s a real shame, you’d be a babe if you had any tit meat to speak of.” 

Zelda whimpered, a response to the combination of the sensual touch and the cruel remarks Samus had made. Samus was undeterred by her prey’s response and continued the gentle assault on the princess’ minimal chest. 

“Honestly, you’re like an ironing board.” Samus ceased her gentle rubbing, and instead held Zelda’s nipples between her thumb and middle fingers, pinching and tugging, earning another series of squeaks from her new plaything. “Meanwhile, it looks like I’m shoplifting two watermelons under my Zero Suit. All the boys are falling over themselves to get my attention, and they’ve barely noticed you exist.” She tormented, as one of her hands left the nipple it had been torturing and began finding its way downward across her abdomen. 

“It must seem so unfair to you. I basically have access to an endless buffet of all the cock I could ever want, while your only option for getting off is frantically playing with your little clit all by your lonesome.” On the word ‘clit,’ Samus middle finger pressed on Zelda’s sensitive nub, pushing it like a button hard enough to make the princess scream. Her finger then began encircling the princess’ engorged fun-button, invoking a haze of humiliating orgasmic pleasure the likes of which Zelda could have never imagined. 

Samus smiled wide at her handiwork, turning the princess into putty in her hands. And speaking of her hands, Samus moved her second hand off of Zelda’s sorry excuse for a left breast, and ventured further downward, joining her other hand at Zelda’s sweet little snatch. Rather than going for the clit like the other one, however, this hand deftly popped a finger deep into Zelda’s slit, probing back and forth in a rhythm that made Zelda tremble and squirm. 

“Mm, and you know what?” Samus mused. “I bet that I’m the first person other than you to explore down here, huh?” She grinned. Zelda neither had the desire nor the mental faculties to say so at the moment, but Samus’ assumption was correct. “That’s because none of the boys even give you a second look when they see your chest is flatter than a day-old Pepsi… and they go to a big-titty babe like me!” She reiterated to her prey. 

The two-front assault Samus was unleashing on her clit and g-spot simultaneously proved to be too much for even a seasoned masturbator like Zelda. Every muscle in her body tensed and quivered as the skilled finger work brought her to a soul-quaking orgasm. Zelda screamed and twitched as the humiliating pleasure washed over her, much like the shower water still pouring over the duo. 

Realizing the princess had had enough, Samus released her. The post-orgasmic princess was still too overwhelmed to stand, and ended up leaning on the cold, wet tile wall, panting.

“Hope you’re grateful, that’ll probably be the only orgasm a pancake-chest like you ever gets from another person!” Samus laughed as she sauntered away.