The Infirmary Physician

After lying on the ground for what felt like an eternity, Link finally felt his senses begin to return.

He glanced at his lower half, caked in sticky, obscene fluids, and let out a sigh.

In the end, he'd been powerless, succumbing to the onslaught of soles and spraying his second load.

But they hadn't relented. Even as he climaxed, the soft arches continued their relentless assault on his shaft.

The slick, semen-soaked silken soles rubbing his sensitive tip were too much. Within moments, the searing friction drove him to a shuddering, nerve-burning release.

Before his consciousness faded, he mustered the last of his strength to break free from the web-like maze of feet and socks, collapsing to the ground.

Had he passed out there, even unconscious, those exquisite soles would have likely wrung every drop from his body.

The only silver lining was that such an overwhelming release didn't count toward his three allotted chances.