Replenished

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Relationship: Link/Lynel
Characters: Link, Lynel
Additional Tags: Post-Game, Established Relationship, Bathing, Teasing, Cuddling,
Huddling For Warmth, sharing food, Hand-feeding, Explicit Consent,
Non-Human Genitalia, Monster porn, consensual monster porn, Frottage,
Hand Jobs, Scent Marking, Size Difference, unrelenting fluff, One Shot,
Complete
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Golden Jeweled
Stats: Published: 2020-09-15 Words: 2,949 Chapters: 1/1
 Replenished
by FormlessVoidbeast

Summary

Years after the defeat of the Calamity, Jeweled the Lynel and Champion camp together at the
end of a long diplomatic trip.

OR: established relationship romantic monster porn.

Notes

Written by request of someone who chooses to remain anonymous and asked for
"Link/Lynel, soft romance + smut with one or both of them taking care of the other
(bathing/grooming/showing intimacy+affection)."

Thank you, dear Anon, for my life. A ficlet like this has been in the back of my mind for
literal years, and you gave me the perfect excuse to revisit Hyrule and show my boys' joy
after the happy ending.
<3
TS

See the end of the work for more notes

The Gerudo Highlands were hard terrain. The two Lynel herds who had established
themselves there, beneath their silver herd queens, were smaller than those who had chosen
more verdant ranges. The Lynels of those herds tended to be smaller, too, but quick and
sharp-eyed and fierce.

They made Jeweled proud. The Lynels, broken apart for so long, had drawn together into
strength again. They could survive and thrive in the harshest terrain. In the dry, cold, and
desolate highlands, a herd of five adults had produced three kits in only a few years.

There had been no Lynel kits for so long, but finally there were again. They were well-fed
and round with babyfat, their plentiful fluffy fur mottled-brown for camouflage, and they
roared squeaky little battle cries as they bounced around clumsily on their overlong legs. Kits
were terribly vulnerable, their skin still thin and their milk-teeth small, but they lived in
perfect safety. Every adult in their herd loved them, and was prepared to fight to the death for
them. The new generation of Lynel kits knew no fear and no danger, as it should be.

It healed something long-broken between Jeweled's hearts to see the Lynels in herds, to see
hunt-siblings standing together, raising their kits in tandem. It healed him, and it made him
ache for the many years of empty despair that had come before.

The Lynels were free now, and it was good and beyond good. Their herds were growing and
their craftspeople were remembering how to create things of use and beauty. They crafted
with sturdy leather, and metal from ores refined in their own fiery breath. Jeweled loved that
he got to see all the different herds, traveling with Champion. He and his hunt-brother were
seen and known and honored everywhere they went, among all the peoples of the land, and it
was Jeweled's favorite to visit the Lynel herds and see how they prospered. But as much as he
loved those visits, his very favorite was still the times when he and Champion traveled alone
together.

Champion and Jeweled spent a few days with each of the herds in the Gerudo Highlands,
sharing news and trade, and then they moved on. The land was too steep and broken for a
horse, so Champion walked along at his side as they picked their careful way northwest from
the cliffs of Ruvara through the red rock hills and canyons toward central Hyrule. Champion
whistled songs as they went, now and then, in the way of happy and relaxed Hylians.

They could afford to take their time, and enjoy the journey.

Water was rare and precious in the arid highlands. What little fell came down as snow, and
melted slowly in the summer's comparative warmth. By necessity, Jeweled and Champion
took winding paths that meandered between springs and seeps that Lynels and traveling
Gerudo warriors had carefully reinforced and dug into pools to capture drinking water. They
did not go thirsty, but it was still a relief when they reached the little oasis. It was a forested
marshy pool below the Laparon Mesa and above the Dalite forest, too small to have a name
itself, but there was enough water for more than just drinking.

There was a little rock cave to set up a sheltered camp on one end of the oasis, and it was
warm enough that Champion could set aside his Rito-feather clothes. The afternoon was
early. They could have replenished themselves and moved on, but it was a nice place to camp
and there was no need to rush.

"I need a bath," Champion said, as he peeled out of his clothes. It was true that Champion's
scent had grown stronger in the days of their trip. It was very inconvenient for Hylians that
they could not wash themselves and each other in the easy way that Lynels did.

Champion set aside the sturdy rhino-leather belt and bandoleer, made for him by the Lynel
herd in the Tabantha tundra, with the new savage sword the Lynels of the Gerudo highlands
had adapted to a Hylian's grip for him. They were fine trade goods, the pride of Jeweled's
people, and Champion treated them with the respect they were owed.

That Champion prized Lynel craftwork, and used it proudly, made the other peoples of the
land want to trade for it as well. Trade with Hylian, Gerudo, Goron, Zora, and Rito
strengthened the Lynel herds. It meant they were accepted as people, every bit as worthy to
inhabit the land as any other. It was not easy for Jeweled to see these connections, but he was
also Emissary. He had learned, just as he had learned to have names in the way of Hylians.
Just as he had learned to be free after an age of subjugation.

Champion stripped and threw all his clothes into the water to soak. Jeweled rumbled a happy
sound in his chest as he reached down to ruffle Champion's long golden hair. Champion had
not grown taller in the years since the defeat of the Calamity. He had grown slightly bigger
muscles and as he grew older, but he was still small and delicate despite his strength. The
afternoon sunlight gleamed on Champion's bare skin, as luminous as the precious gems
Jeweled took his name from. Champion made his own happy sound when Jeweled stroked
his scarred back, gazing up at Jeweled with his shining blue eyes narrowed in a smile.

Jeweled picked him up, hugging Champion to his chest and purring. Champion laughed, and
pressed his little Hylian kisses to Jeweled's face. Champion smelled like the highland's red
dust and unwashed skin, and like Jeweled, and a little of the Lynels of the herds they'd
visited. Jeweled nuzzled under Champion's chin, breathing him in, and then affectionately
licked his cheek before setting him down.

"Wash," Jeweled said, drawing his bow. "Jeweled hunts for them."

Champion nodded, and took a deep breath before jumping into the deepest part of the pool.
He came back up with a shout at the snowmelt coldness of the water, and began scrubbing
himself quickly with his hands. Jeweled left Champion to his bathing and ranged along the
hillsides around the oasis until he found two fat pigeons to share.

When he got back, Champion was squatting by a rock in the pool, scrubbing his clothes on it.
He was mostly dry, but still naked. His skin had gone pink with cold, and he had goosebumps
all over. "Come on in," he said, shivering, "the water's fine!"
That was a lie, but not a bad lie. It was teasing, a joke. Jeweled knew that now. Jeweled
snorted at him, shaking his head, and Champion chuckled and started wringing out his
washed clothes. Champion did not expect Jeweled to come into the water with him, but
Jeweled could make jokes too. Jeweled put the pair of pigeons by the base of a tree, and
suddenly dropped to all sixes to run into the pond.

Jeweled's charge sent a wave of cold water ahead of him. Champion gasped when it splashed
over him, and tried to spring away, but he was caught off guard and Jeweled knew him very
well. Jeweled grabbed Champion by the chest in one big hand, and rolled into deeper water
with Champion struggling in his grasp.

Jeweled let him go as soon as they were both soaked. Champion was sputtering, and hit
Jeweled in the chest with the side of his fist, but he did not smell angry. He smelled only
clean and happy.

"Why?" Champion demanded. "I was almost dry!"

Jeweled blinked as if surprised. "Champion said!" He protested. And then, more seriously
when Champion hit him in the chest again. "He was also dusty."

Champion shook his head, and his belly moved in a big shaking exhale like a laugh even
though he didn't make a sound. "Now Champion says 'make us a fire, I'm freezing!'"

"Yes." Jeweled agreed, and patted Champion one more time before wheeling and jumping out
of the pond. He shook off, then removed his soaked armor to let it dry, and shook again to get
the last of the cold water out of his fur. What little was left would dry quickly from the heat
of Jeweled's body.

The spent coals and ring of stones from their old campfires was in the mouth of the little
cave. Jeweled stacked fresh wood on it, and ignited it with a small plume of fire. Then he
cleaned the two birds, the way Champion liked, and seasoned them all over with salt and red
Goron spice and set them on the flattest rock by the fire to roast.

Champion finished hanging his own clothes up to dry, and came over to the fire when
Jeweled was finishing up. He wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, and stood very close
to Jeweled, looking up at him. Jeweled knew what Champion wanted, and did not have to be
asked to lay down and gather Champion up to hold him.

Champion's body was chilled—his little fingers were particularly cold when he pushed them
into the fur of Jeweled's chest—but between Jeweled and the fire he warmed up quickly. He
might be very small and furless, but he was strong. He recovered well. Champion's silky hair
was down and loose around his shoulders, curling slightly as it dried, and it no longer smelled
like anything but Champion. Jeweled only smelled like Jeweled, too, after rolling in the
water.

Jeweled purred as he combed Champion's hair very gently with his claws to be sure it did not
tangle, and then rubbed the bottom of his chin over Champion's head to blend their scents
together. Jeweled did not mind when they smelled like others, but he liked best when he and
his hunt-brother smelled only like each other so anyone who scented them knew what they
were. Champion could not purr, but he made his own happy sounds as he rubbed his face and
hands over the parts of Jeweled he could reach to share his scent.

By the time the birds were done roasting, Champion was almost his normal temperature, but
Jeweled did not let him go. He had Champion sit on the crook of one arm, and used the other
hand to help tear the birds apart. They had turned out delicious, crispy and spicy on the
outside, and tender and juicy in the middle. Champion dug in, pulling choice bites of meat off
the bone and now and then holding a particularly good one up for Jeweled to lick from his
fingers. Jeweled did the same, offering the richest morsels to Champion, who wrapped his
soft lips around Jeweled's claws to suck the meat from them.

When Champion had eaten his fill, Jeweled crunched up the bones and swallowed what was
left. He and Champion both licked their own hands clean. The warm meat and spices had
finished the job of warming Champion. He stretched luxuriantly against Jeweled's chest when
Jeweled reached beneath the blanket to stroke his chest and thighs.

Champion's cock, which had shriveled in the cold water like it wanted to hide inside his body,
grew tall and hard. The smell of Champion's arousal was musky and sweet on the air. Jeweled
rumbled his approval, his own cock hard and full as it slipped from its sheath beneath his
belly. It had been too long since they shared pleasure together—the cold of the Highlands
was too uncomfortable for Champion.

Champion moaned softly, arching into it with his hips when Jeweled rubbed at his smooth
little cock with the back of a knuckle. "Mmm, how do you want to?" Champion asked,
breathless. "Can I stroke you off?"

"Yes!" Jeweled agreed. As much as he liked touching Champion and bouncing his cock
against his own belly for pleasure, he liked it when Champion touched him, too. He shifted
the back of his body closer to the fire as he rolled onto his side to bare his cock. There was
enough space that Champion could stay close to the fire for warmth, but not so close he
burned.

Champion balled his blanket up and tossed it toward his pack before he climbed, bare and
eager, over Jeweled's foreleg. He knelt by Jeweled's cock, and smiled up at him with his
bright blue eyes shining as he leaned in to lick the fat bead of pre-spending from the tip.
Jeweled moaned, watching Champion taste him.

Champion licked his lips like the salty liquid was delicious, and took hold of Jeweled's cock
to stroke with both arms and his whole body. He pulled it against his chest and belly, and
rocked to rub himself against it with every stroke of his arms. Champion had one hand
wrapped around the head of Jeweled's cock, strong fingers twined between the rough barbels.
The other was wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it in place for Champion to rut
his own against. Champion knew so well how to make Jeweled feel good, after so long as
hunt-brothers. He knew what Jeweled liked, and how to bring himself pleasure at the same
time.

The fire was warm against Jeweled's bellies, and Champion was beautiful, warm in red and
gold in its flickering light. His muscles shifted and strained as he squeezed Jeweled's cock so
tight. When Jeweled groaned, Champion did with him.
"Yes," Champion gasped. "Yes. My Jeweled!"

Jeweled had no words in Hylian or any other language to answer him. All he knew was rough
pleasure sounds—he was to wrapped up in the feeling for more. Champion's chest was
growing sweaty, the rub of his body turning slick against Jeweled's cock. Strands of his long
hair stuck to his face, his chest, strung between his body and Jeweled's cock as if to tie them
together.

The scent of Jeweled's pleasure and Champion's want and sweat blended together, thick and
rich in the air. Jeweled choked out a ragged bellow as he spent, and Champion leaned back
just enough that Jeweled's seed spilled out on the dirt between them instead of all over him
because he did not want another bath in the cold water. The peak of Jeweled's pleasure rushed
over him, and Champion rutted faster against the base of his cock until he was spending too,
spreading his seed across Jeweled's hardness.

Champion sat back on his haunches when he was done, breathing hard. His face was turned
up to the roof of the little cave, and Jeweled thought the expression he wore was probably
what the Hylians called 'bliss'. Jeweled thought it was the same feeling he had as he looked at
his hunt-brother and purred.

Champion smiled and blinked slowly at Jeweled. He patted Jeweled's flank affectionately as
he took a moment to recover his stamina. Before he stood, he touched two fingertips to the
remnants of spend clinging to the tip of Jeweled's cock, rubbed them together thoughtfully,
and then reached up smear just a hint of Jeweled's seed beneath the hair at the back of his
neck.

The sight, watching his Champion mark himself with his scent, sent a fresh jolt of pleasure
through Jeweled. His spent cock flexed once, bouncing hard against his belly. The feeling
was too intense, almost painful. Champion smirked, smug at having caused it.

As soon as he levered himself up to his feet, Jeweled grabbed him. Champion smelled
wonderful, potent and musky from both of their pleasures but mostly Jeweled's. Jeweled
licked his own flavor from Champion's chest, and it blended with the bitter of Champion's
spending from the golden curls around his cock.

Champion gasped and squirmed as Jeweled rubbed his face against Champion's softening
cock to gather the scent up. His hands closed on one of Jeweled's horns, holding him in close
as he did. Jeweled took the remnants of Champion's seed and spread them onto his own chest
and arms. He was surrounded by the smell of Champion's pleasure, and his own was all over
Champion. It was good, and as they should be.

They rested together, afterward. Champion wrapped up in his blanket again, and sat on
Jeweled's shoulder and used his clever little fingers to scratch at the good itchy bits around
his horns and ears. When his hair was dry enough, Champion combed it out and loosely
braided it to keep it out of the way. He fastened the end with an amber-studded hair clasp that
matched the gems that hung from the curves of Jeweled's horns.

From far away, the joyful belled cry of a herd queen echoed out of the Gerudo Highlands. It
was a territorial claim, both a challenge and an invitation. Faintly, Jeweled heard it answered
by the call of a roving Lynel. Some always wandered, like him and Champion. They could do
so now. They were not confined to lonely valleys. They could wander far, and have herds to
visit when they did not want to be alone anymore.

The overwhelming force of the Calamity was gone, and they were free to do as they wanted.

Champion leaned against Jeweled's side, and Jeweled wrapped his hand around Champion's
chest to hold him close. His hearts beat strong and sure inside him, steady with perfect
contentment.
End Notes

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