Fan Fiction ❯ You Make Me Crazy ❯ Two's Company, Three's a Threesome! ( Chapter 15 )

“Sheik, why the hell were you watching us?” Link gritted his teeth in anger.

 

“Link, why the hell are you screwing her?” Sheik hissed back.

 

Malon, too terrified to speak, just remained silent, switching her gaze between her lovely hero and the passionate man she met in a prison.

 

“You're a complete pervert.” Link accused.

 

“I'm the pervert? What a load of flaming horse shit.” Sheik swung his arm back, readying to throw his needles.

 

Link leapt off the bed, reaching in the closet for what appeared to be a rusty old sword.

 

“I hope you're still good with that thing, because you're not good enough in bed!” Sheik taunted. “And by the looks of it, you haven't even swung a sword in quite some time. What have you been doing all these years? Convincing women to have sex with you?”

 

“You're pathetic.”

 

“Am I?” he threw the needles at the Hero of Time, but he had already taken out a rusty shield to match the old sword, blocking the sharp projectiles.

 

Link and Sheik's eyes bolted in Malon's direction, each having an expression that seemed to be saying `Whose side are you on?'

 

“Get out of here, Sheik…while you're still alive.”

 

“She doesn't truly love you, you insensitive bastard! You play tricks on women for your own pleasure!”

 

“Stop fighting!” Malon chimed in. “And what the hell is going on?!”

 

Neither answered.

 

“Alright, then…whichever one of you pleases me the most…gets me.”

 

“Malon…” both men began to say.

 

“No, we're going to settle this like adults. And if that means getting my brains fucked out in a threesome, then I'm all for it.”

 

Link and Sheik were shocked at Malon's sudden change in attitude, but they both nodded in agreement.

 

“Now shake on it.”

 

The two contenders shook hands reluctantly, exchanging dirty, menacing looks.

 

“What're you waiting for, Sheik?! Get undressed!” Link urged. “Unless you think you're too…small.”

 

Sheik, now enraged and motivated to show the Hero of Time who was number one at sexual intercourse, untied the bandages from his head, revealing his familiar shoulder-length golden blonde hair once again. He plucked the bandages from his fingertips as well. Last, he removed his skintight ninja-like garbs and threw them all aside.

 

“What are you boys waiting for? Pleasure me.”

 

Sheik inched his way towards the bed, sitting on Malon's right side. Link sat on her left.

 

“Ready, set…go.”

 

Sheik slithered under her, as graceful as a snake, shoving his fingers into her anus as she kicked around wildly in the air, groaning in enjoyment. She had never been exposed to this particular kind of sex, but it felt intriguing all the same, albeit a tad painful.

 

Besides, he made sure to be delicate and to do it slow, so the pleasure far outweighed the pain. This was a sensitive area, and he'd have to massage it gently.

 

Link did not like this one bit. He climbed on top of her and opted to tug her clitoris.

 

“How predictable and painstakingly plain,” Sheik mused as he continued to gently delight her anal region.

 

Link ignored him and tugged gently, listening for the moans that would tell him when he hit sweet spots. The area got wetter, though, and he had to rub harder to continue to stimulate her.

 

Malon couldn't believe the static surging inside of her. Intense satisfaction made her sweat and leak more, soaking the bed. This was no ordinary feeling. It was much more powerful than the other sex sessions she had. She was sandwiched between two grade-A fuckers, and she loved every second of it.

 

`Twice the men, twice the pleasure. That sounds like a reasonable theory.' She thought.

 

Sheik, making a change in plans, bit the back of Malon's neck, marking her as if she was his territory.

 

Upon seeing this, Link bit the front of her neck, sucking and slurping, and trying to outdo what Sheik would leave behind.

 

“Ow!” Malon protested as both men let go, studying the marks they made as if they were fine art.

 

“Getting…tired?” Sheik panted, his ruby eyes staring into Link's sapphires.

 

“I can last a…long time. I'll bet you're tired, though.” Link gnarled.

 

Malon ran her fingers over the spots the two fighters marked. Both seemed to claim equal territory of it.

 

Sheik smiled as he slid his way from under Malon and instead started to suckle on her right breast, savoring the warmth of it and glaring at Link. His facial expression seemed to say `beat that.'

 

Link, copying Sheik, licked Malon's left breast, imitating his opponent's move almost exactly.

 

“You're a fucking cheater! No originality!”

 

“Then how come she liked my tongue better?”

 

“She did not!”

 

“Did too!”

 

Both men sensed the final chance to claim their prize. Upon realizing this, Link grabbed Malon's left ankle, while Sheik clasped onto the right.

 

“Hypocrite!” Link growled.

 

“If you can copy me, I can copy you!” Sheik argued back.

 

Link spread the left leg out. Sheik spread the right. Malon, who was in the middle of the “fight” the whole time actually found herself enjoying the treatment. Having two men argue over you is rather flattering indeed.

 

Before she knew it, the contenders were racing for the finish line, fingers and tongues extended in anticipation, greedily eyeing the final prize the way a lion drools over its weak, helpless prey.

 

“Give up, Sheiky boy!”

 

“Never, Linky-poo.”