On the Brink

"The third…"

Link strained to lift the golem marked with the number three onto the bed, then checked the instructions.

Oral administration. Apply to the shaft and rub against the throat for two minutes.

Sighing, Link opened the bottle and smeared the ointment onto his shaft.

After two prior experiences, he was growing accustomed to the bizarre methods of application.

But this ointment was different—a cool, mint-like sensation made him shift uncomfortably.

Straddling the golem's upper body, he gently cupped her soft cheeks and eased his shaft into her slightly parted lips.

"Ngh…"

The warm, pliant embrace of her mouth drew a faint moan from him.

He recalled the time he and Villette had fled the academy, only for him to be caught by a golem. Its relentless mouth had milked him dry.

If this golem were awake, manipulating its punishing cavity, Link wouldn't last two minutes.

Even so, the dense folds and tongue within began to softly caress him as he entered.