The approach to the door was lively, Yiga members speaking about in hushed, rapid tones. Once their gazes fell on you, they crowded around you, praises and requests and questions following in your stead. By the time you reach it, the pair of Yiga guard volunteers flanking it began pushing back the crowd, ensuring your entrance into the room with a shared nod.
The door locked behind you with a sharp click. Light streamed in freely, the glass reinforced against any entry or exit. Despite the early dawn rays, a part of the room was still cast in shadow. Even so, nothing could obscure the bound one lying against the wall before you.
"Mmphf..." His posture was surprisingly relaxed, his legs spread apart and locked to the floor as he huffed. His eyes met your, opposition prevalent within them while absent of any hatred or even dislike towards you. They scanned you, never parting as you stood over him. Hanging over his head, his bound wrists writhed for freedom. Whatever came next, he knew it was out of his hands...
Izumi se agacho y bajo con cuidado la tela que cubria la boca de link.
He grunted in frustration, eyes following you as you lowered the cloth to cover his mouth. He knew better than to bite down on it; he'd only cause himself more pain that way. With a sigh, he stared back up at you, trying to gauge your intentions from your expression and posture. It didn't seem like you were here to hurt him...yet.
Izumi chillo asustado cuando link gruño "lo siento mucho, yo no pienso hacerte nada!" dijo Izumi apenado con la cabeza baja, hoy era uno de esos días donde el pobre actuaba con sumision.
His brow furrowed as you spoke, his expression softening slightly at your apology. "It's... alright," he mumbled through the gag. It was hard to ignore how submissive you sounded; usually, people in this situation would try to act tougher or harder. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by him. Still, there was a limit to how much he could trust you...
He glanced down at his restrained body, then back up at you. Perhaps if he played nice and cooperative enough...maybe there would be a chance for escape later on. For now, though, all he could do was wait and see what happened next.
"s-si te incomoda que este aquí puedo llamar a otro miembro si quieres" dijo nervioso jugando con sus dedos.
He raised an eyebrow at your suggestion and hummed thoughtfully before shaking his head. "No, it's... alright," he replied through the gag. "It's not like I can do anything to stop you anyway." There was a brief pause as he considered his next words carefully. "Besides, I doubt they'd believe me if I tried telling them you were being nice..." His tone held a hint of amusement despite the circumstances.
Unos minutos después izumi estaba aburrido y no sabía que hacer, a si que llamo a alguien para que le traiga una bebida.
"Ah... if you're that bored..." he commented dryly, arching an eyebrow at you. "I guess I could help you pass the time." A pause, then a crooked grin. "If it means getting something to drink out of this mess, that is." He glanced briefly downward, as if considering his options before continuing, "Perhaps... you could untie me one finger at a time? Or..." Another shrug. "We could play some sort of game while we wait?"
"tal vez, pero.... Todavía no, normalmente hay un límite de tiempo a ti te toco cuatro días, se que es decepcionante estar así durante cuatro días sin moverte."
He frowned slightly at your words. Four days sounded like an awfully long time to be restrained in this position...especially when he knew there were other ways to interrogate someone without resorting to such measures. But then again, he had no way of knowing what sort of methods the Yiga Clan employed or how important they thought it was to extract information from him.
Still, hope sprang eternal...perhaps he could use his time here more wisely and find a way to convince you that there were other ways? Or maybe even manipulate you into letting him go completely? For now, though, all he could do was bide his time and wait for an opportunity to present itself. "I see," he finally replied with a nod, not wanting to appear too eager or pushy. "In that case, I guess we'll just have to make the best of it until then." His gaze shifted away
Izumi estaba borracho literalmente pero todavía no era demasiado sumiso como cuando se pone borracho, Izumi se acerca gateando hacia donde esta link. "toma". Izumi había olvidado por completo que link tenía las manos atadas y no podría agarrar la bebida.
He lifted his head slightly as you approached him unsteadily on all fours, offering the flask of liquid between your fingers. A crooked grin tugged at one corner of his mouth. "I guess I'll just have to wait for someone else to bring me a drink then," he quipped, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice. His expression turned slightly apologetic as you leaned closer. "It's alright, really. I don't mind."
His gaze darted downwards again, weighing up your position and trying to work out how he could possibly take the flask from your grasp without arousing any suspicion or causing harm. Perhaps if he...? No, that wouldn't work. What about...? No, she wasn't strong enough. His eyes narrowed as an idea began to form in the back of his mind, a plan so reckless it just
"Why don't you try setting me free first?" he suggested with a grin. "I mean, it's not like I could run away or anything," he added quickly, gesturing at his restrained state with another crooked smile. "But if you untie me, maybe we can find something else to do besides sitting around here all day long."
His gaze shifted back up to meet yours, the grin not faltering for a moment as he waited for your reaction.
"sabes, no es como que te quiera decepcionar pero todo esta cerrado hasta que pasen cuatro días, te ataron para que no lastimaras a nadie ya que obviamente sería difícil escapar de acá normalmente todos mueren." dijo mientras desataba a link, lo único que podía ver eran los pezones de el pequeño izumi ya que tenía una camiseta un poco transparente.
"Hmm... that's too bad," he grinned as you finished untying him. "But I guess I understand. At least now we can find something else to do while we wait, right?" His tone held a hint of amusement still, as if enjoying the game they were playing.
He moved his arms and legs experimentally, feeling his muscles protest slightly but relieved at the freedom of movement again. "So, what did you have in mind? A game or something?" The words were barely out before he realized the positioning might seem a bit... suggestive. But it was too late now; there was no taking it back without making things even more awkward.
"lo que tu quieras..." izumi ya había llegado a el nivel medio de su sumision.
Chuckling under his breath, he glanced around the room before turning back to you. "You know, we could always try seeing how well each of us knows Hyrule," he suggested with a grin. "Something simple, like naming all the major kingdoms and regions...or maybe some of their rulers." He raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if that sparked your interest at all.
Or...he thought, looking at you more carefully, considering another idea. Maybe he could try something a bit riskier. Something that would require trust...and perhaps even reciprocation? But before he could voice it aloud, he'd need to be sure.
Hmm...or we could also try telling each other stories about the many adventures I've had across Hyrule, if you think that would be more interesting? It doesn't matter which topic you prefer, really. The choice is yours.
Izumi había llamado nuevamente para que le llevaran más bebidas.
"Hrm..." He considered your options carefully, debating which would be the safer choice. On one hand, telling stories about his adventures could help build trust and understanding between them...but on the other hand, revealing too much might also work against him if the wrong person found out. In the end, he decided to play it safe for now. "Well," he said with a shrug, "I suppose we could always talk about my adventures if you like." He paused before adding with another grin, "But don't tell anyone I told you these things, alright? They're supposed to be secret and all that."
He tilted his head curiously, waiting for your response.
Izumi asiente mientras habría una de las 20 bebidas que pidió.
He nodded approvingly at your agreement before settling in to share some of the many stories he had. Some were thrilling adventures full of peril and narrow escapes, while others focused on the friendships he'd formed along the way or the trials and tribulations of training under Princess Zelda's tutelage. As the hours passed, his voice grew hoarse from recounting the tales, but it only seemed to add to their air of authenticity.
Throughout it all, he kept an eye on you, gauging your reactions and searching for any sign that you might not be entirely trustworthy after all. But so far, you seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say...or at least, well-behaved enough. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.
Unos minutos después por accidente a link le había caído un polvo (ese polvito hacia que te pongas erecto en busca de de contacto prácticamente te hacia despertar el deseo sexual.)
His breath caught as the pollen hit his skin, the familiar tingle racing through his body. His eyes widened slightly in surprise before he managed to force a smile and continue with his story, trying not to let it show how much the pollen was affecting him. It was unfortunate timing, but at least it wasn't as if anyone else here would understand why he felt this way...
He glanced quickly at you out of the corner of his eye, wondering if perhaps you might have noticed something amiss. But there was no telling with you; your expression remained impassive and attentive as always. Perhaps he could just... distract himself until it passed?
Izumi frunció el ceño y se monto en el regazo de link. "crees que no me di cuenta, acaso no confías en mi!" dijo con un puchero.
He cursed silently under his breath as you climbed onto his lap, the movement pushing him even further into a state of arousal. He tried to keep his expression neutral but could feel the heat rising in his cheeks all the same. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, struggling to come up with an explanation. "It's just... it's been a while since I felt this way. I didn't mean any offense."
His heart raced as you continued to speak; part of him wished you would stop but another part found your nearness... comforting, in a strange sort of way. He swallowed hard and forced himself to meet your gaze, hoping that you could see the honesty in his eyes despite everything else going on.
"Izumi," he began slowly, "you don't have to... do this." His voice came out barely above a whisper; it
que estupidez cometieron los que dejaron ese polvo ahí por accidente, el polvo le cayó nuevamente a link y a Izumi.
"No... no te entiendo..." he murmured, the warmth spreading even further as another dose of pollen hit him. "Pero si quieres... podríamos parar ahora." He paused, swallowing hard against the desire that threatened to overwhelm him. "O si quieres, podría ayudarte a... a soltar ese... apetito." His gaze flickered briefly away before returning to yours, a hint of nervousness and hope mingled together in his expression.
Izumi beso a link, aun Izumi siendo un hombre tenía un cuerpo femenino y adorable.
Heat flooded through his body as your lips met his, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to resist the urge to touch you, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of your soft flesh pressed against his own. But even as he struggled, a part of him relished the closeness, the intimacy that this forbidden kiss seemed to promise.
His tongue danced tentatively along his lips, yearning for entrance into your mouth, but hesitating just enough to leave him hungry and desperate for more. The tip of his cock ached against the thin fabric of his trousers as he fought to keep himself from thrusting forward, seeking deeper contact with you. He wanted this, wanted you...but was it worth risking everything else?
His gaze drifted briefly downward before snapping back up
He gasped into your kiss as your body pressed closer against him, his arousal surging higher at the contact. One hand moved hesitantly to rest on your shoulder, the other fisting in the cloth of your shirt as he fought to maintain control. His heart raced, his breath coming in ragged gasps as their tongues tangled together and their passion spiraled out of control.
Desire coursed through him like a wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path. But even as the flames licked at his sanity, he couldn't help but wonder if this was such a good idea...if there wouldn't be consequences later on for giving into this moment. His brow furrowed, his grip tightening ever so slightly against your shoulder.
He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily and staring down at you with a mixture of lust and worry. "Izumi... we shouldn't... I mean, this isn't..." He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as desire warred with doubt in his chest. His hand trembled where it rested against your shoulder, longing to slip further downward but held back by some remnant of self-control.
"It's just," he panted, "if anyone finds out..." The words died on his lips as his gaze drifted briefly away, contemplating the possible consequences of their actions. He couldn't deny that what they were doing felt good...but was it worth risking everything else?
His eyes flickered back to yours, searching for some sign that you shared these conflicting emotions but finding none. Your expression remained impassive, focused solely on
He swallowed hard, trying to find the words that might make this all better. "Izumi," he said softly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. "We should... maybe we should stop." His voice came out little more than a whisper, barely audible over the hammering of his heart in his ears.
He shifted uncomfortably on the hard floor, torn between desire and duty. A part of him wanted to keep going, to give into the heat that burned between them...but another, stronger part knew that it would be a mistake. They were both playing a dangerous game here, dancing along a razor's edge where one wrong move could mean disaster for both of them.
His hand slid slowly off your shoulder, retreating to rest at his side as he took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I'm sorry if I... overste
Y otra vez les cayó más polvo haciendo a Izumi estornudar.
He glanced up sharply as the pollen fell again, making you sneeze. "Are you alright?" he asked quickly, reaching out to rub at your back in a futile attempt to comfort you. He winced as his hand brushed against your skin, the contact sending another wave of arousal coursing through him.
"I'm sorry if this is all... too much," he murmured, trying desperately not to think about how good it felt to touch you like this. His heart raced with desire, but his mind was filled with doubt. He knew that they shouldn't be doing this, that there could be consequences for both of them if anyone found out...but at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they kept going.
The pollen continued to fall, its effects wearing off slightly each time it hit their skin, leaving them both frustrated and ar
His eyes drifted shut as he fought to regain control. "Izumi... I don't want this anymore," he whispered through gritted teeth, his voice ragged with need and determination. "We should stop." His hand remained where it was on your back, trembling slightly. The air between them crackled with tension as they waited for you to respond.
"tendre que irme este polvo al comienzo es así pero cuando pasan los minutos es mucho más fuerte." dijo mientras tenía la cabeza baja.
He let out a shuddering breath and opened his eyes to find you looking downcast. "I understand," he said softly, nodding in agreement. "But we should try and wait it out until then." His hand slid gently off your back, retreating once more to rest beside him as he shifted uncomfortably on the cold floor.
"Look," he continued with a sigh, "I know this isn't ideal, but... maybe we could distract ourselves with something else? Talk about something other than all this pollen and whatnot?" He glanced around the room, looking for an idea before meeting your eyes again. "Or... if you want, I could tell you more stories about my adventures."
The offer hung in the air between them like a faint, fragrant flower struggling to survive amidst harsh surroundings. Would sharing more of his secrets help build trust or
Izumi corrio con su boca tapada hacia la puerta dejando a link unos minutos solo, después izumi había entrado más tranquilo con un pequeño rubor, que había echo Izumi para verse tan satisfecho?.
He watched you carefully as you scurried away toward the door before returning more calmly, blushing slightly. For a moment he was torn between relief that you were alright and annoyance at your actions; it had seemed like such a childish response...but then again, he supposed he couldn't really judge you too harshly when pollen could drive someone to act so impulsively.
"Izumi," he said quietly, hoping not to sound too accusing or disappointed, "are you sure that was the best idea?" There was a note of genuine concern in his voice; despite everything that had happened between them so far, part of him still wanted to believe that you were someone he could trust.
Your blush deepened slightly under his gaze, but you met it head-on without flinching or looking away. "I... I wasn't thinking straight," you admitted softly. "It just felt
"no te preocupes, puedes irte normalmente siempre dejo que todos se vallan pero siempre tengo que ir con Al haitham....."
"I understand," he replied gently. "But it's important that we don't draw attention to ourselves right now. Al Haitham is depending on us to keep everything under control until he gets here." He paused for a moment, studying your expression once more. "Maybe next time, though, you could try talking to me about whatever's bothering you instead?"
There was no mockery or accusation in his voice; only sincerity and understanding. For a heartbeat, he wondered if maybe there was hope for the two of you after all. Perhaps with time and trust, you might be able to overcome your differences and work together toward a common goal...
"es que Al haitham dice que me ama pero esta con un chico llamado kaveh y a mi ni siquiera me gusta Al haitham pero el gusta de mi y no se como decirle que no lo quiero ya que es mi jefe." dijo con un puchero.
Sheikah Listened carefully to your concerns and feelings. He knew that Al Haitham was an important figure in your life, and he could understand how difficult it must be for you to navigate these complicated emotions while also maintaining your duties as his subordinate.
"Izumi," he began slowly, "it's important that we don't let our personal feelings get in the way of what we need to do right now. Al Haitham is depending on us both to keep things running smoothly until this situation with the pollen passes." He paused, considering his words carefully before continuing, "But that doesn't mean you can't express how you feel or talk about it with someone who might understand better. Maybe... if you ever want to talk about it, I could lend an ear?"