My heart was still racing after today's events. I was already in bed, feeling restless. I got out of bed and looked at the landscape: snow was still falling, covering all the land in white. The wind was strong, waving the banners and flags furiously. The bright full moon peeked through the storm clouds.

I had a large knot in my loins that made me feel dazed, and my breathing agitated. It was the same feeling I had when we were kissing - actually making out, in courtier terms - before for Goddesses know how long in my chamber, but it had increased greatly, for the cause -and solution- of these sensations was away from my immediate reach, but so close at the same time.

I looked at the mirror door that separated our rooms. Without a second thought I came close, opened the door, and silently went through the passage to reach Link's room, just like I had done days before.

The parted curtains lit dimly the place, covering all in a soft light.

He was sleeping soundly, sprawled on the middle of the bed, shirtless; the covers of the bed were piled on the footboard.

My lips parted, and my mouth went dry, preventing a gasp leaving my throat.

His body was sinfully, obscenely perfect; clearly more fit and muscular than that time I accidentally saw him in Ordon, product of his rigorous daily training, and quite far from what I had been fantasizing on my own the previous nights. Faded scars and some freckles were sprinkled all over his perpetually tanned skin, making him even more tempting.

As I observed him in silence a tidal wave of thoughts came to my head, none of them precisely demure.

I wanted to touch and taste your skin.

I wanted to breathe your earthy scent.

I wanted to feel your body next to mine.

I wanted you all over me.

I desired you so badly.

My fingers grazed his right forearm. His skin was so exquisitely warm despite his state of undress. It felt a bit rough, but it was such a nice contrast against my fingertips.

Would the rest of his body feel the same?

His eyes half opened at my touch. Light sleeper.

'Zelda, what are you doin' here?', he mumbled, sitting on the bed.

'I just could not sleep', I whispered. 'Can I lie with you?'

Link swallowed hard, as if being more awake after those words, and nodded. He started moving to his left.

'Stay right where you are, please', I interrupted him, as I climbed on the bed and straddled him, lifting the hem of my nightgown to avoid stumbling.

I felt his heartbeat racing as my fingertips softly caressed his chest. He looked me up and down for a while, as if he was thinking this was all a hazy dream.

'I will not do anything you do not want', I cleared up, 'if you want me to leave, I…'

'Please don't. I want you…'- he hesitated - 'to stay with me', then reached my face for a kiss.

It was soft and tender in the beginning, escalating into a hungry, wet, passionate kiss. More than enough to light the fire of lust in me. I just wanted to tear my clothes apart and melt into him.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands trailed to my neck, my hair standing on end. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown to take it off, breaking the kiss, to then throw it away. Wanting him to ravish me vanquished any sense of decorum I might have had.

Link brushed my already messy hair behind my back, leaving my body completely uncovered.

'Goddesses… you are… so fucking gorgeous', he panted. 'You're unbelievable'.

I felt my cheeks heat even more than they already were.

'Then touch me', I whispered.

'Happy to oblige', Link answered.

His hands roamed all over my skin, starting from my thighs, squeezing them softly, to move slowly to my hips and waist. He kept moving upwards, stopping on the beauty mark on my chest, then sliding them to my breasts, to end on my neck again. The tender and soft touch of his rough fingers elicited a chain of gasps and sighs from my mouth as he trailed up my body. I clung to him, caressing his back slowly, kissing his neck, breathing his ever-present scent of dewy grass.

His manhood pulsed strongly against me; I felt the silky fabric of my underwear getting wet and a warm sensation between my legs at the contact of his arousal. I grinded my hips against him, to have another taste of it, not getting enough of the delicious warmth.

'I want you' - I cried - 'inside me'.

I could swear his heart stopped for a second. I never thought such lewd words could ever come out of my mouth.

'A-are you sure?', he stammered, 'there's no way b- back from here'. He sighed. 'we will be each other's firsts'.

I smiled.

'If I did not want you I would not be here'. I kissed him softly.

I undid the laces on the sides of my knickers to take them off. Link admired for a moment what was unveiled, before removing his pants.

As I grew up, I always heard the stories of the ladies of the court - with varying degrees of raciness. Their stories were certainly enlightening regarding sex, but I guess no one is completely ready to face their first time.

There's absolutely no way that thing is going to fit inside me, I thought. I was in a strange place between arousal and nervousness, so I took a deep breath, letting instinct and lust guide me.

Since he was still seated, I straddled him again, to slowly let him go inside me. I took his manhood in my hand to place it, opening myself a bit. He groaned - and Goddesses, it was the most arousing thing I had ever heard.

I must confess I really, really liked how it felt to tease him and have him at my mercy.

Bit by bit I welcomed him into my body. Shocks of pain made me wince as I was sliding him inside me. The pain subsided slowly once all his length was in me.

'Are you alright?', he asked worried, as he moved a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, waiting for a moment to catch my breath.

We resumed kissing, as I slowly started moving on top of him. Every time I thrusted or grinded my hips I could feel every pulsation and twitch of him inside me. It felt insanely good. Our bodies fit so nicely together.

Hisses, growls, and panting replaced any form of words between us, our primal instincts taking over us completely. Our names faded into moans; our bodies lost themselves in a tide of new sensations, full of exciting and unknown pleasures.

Every time his hands wandered over my back, and his mouth over my breasts or my neck, my walls got wetter and I felt pleasure rising at my core. Even despite our lack of experience, we knew each other's bodies from memory, as if we had done this forever.

I desperately wanted more, and more, and more of it.

I thrusted and twisted my hips until the pleasure burst and spread all over my body, making my head go fuzzy, and tremble, and moan, and dig my nails onto Link's skin. His small caresses sent shivers up and down my back.

My panting slowed down as I came back to my senses, and the glorious, blissful sensation of my orgasm settled down.

'You good?, he whispered tenderly, kissing my cheek. My obviously wide and pleased smile made him chuckle. 'I'll take that as a yes'.

And then, without notice, he pulled out, held me tight, and laid me slowly, to end up underneath him.

'I won't let you hog all the fun' - he kissed my neck - 'I haven't had my share yet'.

I was so lost in my own pleasure I completely forgot about the fact a certain part of him was still hard. Not that I complained.

He slowly slid inside me again, and rested his weight on his elbows.

'Am I too heavy?', Link asked me.

I shook my head.

'I actually find it enjoyable'. I caressed his neck, grazing the nape of his neck with my nails. He shivered, and started thrusting.

I felt like I was going to melt under him, with his deep kisses, one hand supporting his weight, the other holding firmly onto my hips, the contact with his already sweaty, heated skin. I wanted him deeper inside me, and begged him for more.

He indulged my wishes, mercilessly thrusting and teasing me, as if I had unleashed something in him, something wild and feral, strangely befitting of him, despite his sweet, contained, and bashful exterior.

The tables had turned now: his savage tenderness had me at his mercy.

Pleasure pooled inside me again, more intensely, my craving making me moan and arch my back and scream his name, reveling into the blissful release for a second time, so intense and overwhelming, I could swear my mind went blank for some seconds.

He kept his merciless rhythm, even after my release, until I felt his whole body tensed and trembled; an exquisite, satisfied groan escaped from his lips. He pulled out of me so fast, I did not realize what he did until a moment later.

We panted and giggled, almost in unison, foreheads touching, then kissing each other softly and tenderly.

I could not believe we had been denying ourselves such pleasure, joy, and bliss for so long.

Once we caught our breath, Link got up and rushed to the bath, coming back with a towel.

I incorporated, resting my weight on my elbows. I noticed my belly was sprinkled with his seed, thick and abundant.

'There is absolutely no way I'd put you honor into risk', he said as he cleaned up my skin. 'Even though you are the wildest thing I've seen in my life, you're still the Queen of this land'.

I smiled at his remark. His protectiveness is endearing. Although him being naked was quite distractive.

He went back to leave the dirty towel in the bath, then returning to the bed.

'I dunno how to say this…' -he inhaled deeply - 'Would'ya like to sleep with me tonight? Even though I'll get up with the Sun?'

'I would love to', I answered, kissing him. 'I will have to return to my bedroom sooner or later'.

We cuddled under the covers, face to face, skin to skin.

'Goodnight, my she-wolf', he said with a yawn.

'Excuse me? Why "she-wolf"?', I demanded a decent explanation. 'You were the one with the fluffy fur and wild eyes!'

'It's full moon. You're a beautiful, wild thing. I'm an innocent country bumpkin - he snuggled against my neck - I love you'.

'I love you too', I chuckled. 'Goodnight'.

That night, I slept deeply than I ever had, dreaming of the grassy fields and slopes of Ordon, and woke up with the cold, Winter sun to a sight I shall treasure for eternity.