Midna

[His grip lessens at the first touch of her hand, feeling the foreign brush of her fingers pulling at the strings which kept his virginity in check. The simple way she draws his pants open only adds to the growing bulge now extending from his trousers, standing up and pointing with an angle once the ties are undone. Link moans deeply, a manly gasp of air rising from his lungs when the beautiful goddess makes her next intentions known.

Words are lost again, watching with narrow eyes as she so masterfully handles his body. Where he is an amateur with such things, it is so obvious that Midna knows exactly what to do to ensure that his thoughts, nay, his body melts against her touch. Desperation builds as hands drop from her incredible form, laying at his sides as he's now made into putty for her hands to mold.

There are no undergarments which cover his length, his flesh exposed to the cold kiss of the air about them. The uncut appendage throbs as it makes its first appearance to potential mate, begging to be used to the satisfaction of the woman who has captured his desires and imagination. For a lad his age, he appears more than capable in length and girth, a well endowed male who wields more than one "legendary blade".]