Zelda sat waiting worriedly as Danse, her bodyguard, sat on the chair next to her bed, stroking his chin. She sighed, playing with the hem of her white nightgown, her hair let down.
"Three days, Danse." Zelda said for the hundredth time. Danse sighed.
"Battle takes time, your highness. Especially these days." Zelda groaned, laying back on her bed, her hands sliding over the satin sheets.
"I just hope he's okay."
A sudden commotion outside of the shack made Zelda sit up, as yells of surprise rang out. Zelda ran from her tent, Danse close behind, into the opening where the camp had the food cooking over a roaring fire, despite the muddy area and constant rain. The people were crowding in front of something, and Zelda commanded them to move. As the people parted, she saw him. His green tunic was torn and bloody, his face riddled with scars and new wounds, his sword stained with blood, his men all around him in worse condition. Link met Zelda's eyes, and clicked. He strode forward, his hand going to her face as he kissed her roughly, pushing her into the shack and closing the door as he tore her dress off, her thin body being left with nothing but her undergarments. Zelda moaned as his hand shot into her panties, expertly fingering her as he pushed her into bed. Zelda knew what was happening, the same thing he did after every hard battle, and she loved it. Link ripped what was left of his shirt off, and pulled his pants down, his long manhood beckoning Zelda's lips to it. She moved her mouth to his lower body, taking it in slowly as she moaned on it. Link groaned in pleasure, leaning his head back as Zelda sucked him off. She locked with his eyes as she took his length out of her mouth with a pop.
"What is it, King Link?" She said with a wink. Link smirked, pushing her to the bed and taking her panties off, his tongue exploring every centimeter of her womanhood, her moans uncontrolable. He stood up, holding his hard cock in his hand as he rubbed it against her.
"Killing my enemies is fun, but I love nothing more than murdering your pussy." He said with a hard thrust. Zelda moaned loudly, her back arching as Link pinned her to the bed. She gasped as his thrusts got rougher and rougher, her body shaking from pleasure.
Danse stood outside, plugging his ears as he wall behind him shook, a frown on his face.
"Hornballs."
Hours Later, Zelda laid on her back breathing heavily, her face covered with his seed. Link smirked as Zelda began to play with her handiwork, licking it off of her fingers.
"My favorite part." She said with a wink.