Disclaimer: I am most certainly not affiliated with Nintendo or any of the "Legend of Zelda" games including but not limited to "Ocarina of Time", which this story takes place in. I do not own any of the characters in this story, they belong to Nintendo and I do not claim them to be of my creation. I make no money nor do I get any kind of monetary like gain from this story, merely the simple pleasure of writing it.
A/N: NOT the same plot line as A Man's Duty.
"So beautiful."
It was an idle thought, oh so true, but idle nonetheless. So beautiful. She craved him. Wanted him so badly it hurt. To feel him, inside her, touching her, caressing her. But he wasn't hers to have. Was never hers.
It wasn't love.
No, love is something bred from closeness, from familiarity. She had none of those things with him. It was... lust. A very intense lust, but it was lust all the same. It was lust and she knew this.
So many nights, alone in her room, had been spent thinking of him. Craving the feel of his breath, heated and ragged, flowing against her neck.
Every single night, wanting nothing more than to know the taste of his sweat, dripping from his brow against her lips, as he ground himself into her. Making her buck and arch with his thrusts.
She gasped, running her hands along her heated skin. Raking her nails over hyper sensitive nipples, scratching down against the smooth drape of skin that was her stomach.
She was careful to move slowly, teasingly. Thinking of his hands, large and lightly calloused, gliding over her skin. Teasing her, making her beg for each and every touch before he would continue, move on to the next.
"Please," she begged, voice raspy and filled with need.
Fingers sliding over hers, he obliged. Sliding his fingers down her stomach further until one of the calloused digits slid against her glistening lips.
She shuddered, pulling in a hissing and ragged breath as his finger teased her slit, waiting until she was writhing oh so deliciously beneath his hands before continuing.
His finger slipped between the lips of her sex, sliding slowly up to run against her clit. When she shivered and arched her back, he began to rub his thumb in slow circles against it. Pushing into the hooded bundle of nerves with just enough force to make her plead for more with soft moans.
She whimpered, squirming against her bed as he continued his ministrations, sheets tangling about her limbs. When he slid two fingers down to run a light circle against her entrance, she gasped, even as his thumb flicked lightly against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine.
When his fingers slammed inside her, she screamed in pleasure. Bending her legs up, digging her toes into the mattress. She bit her lip and could faintly hear him chuckling as he slowly began to pump his fingers inside her.
She squirmed and writhed, bed sheets wrapping around her feet, hips lifting up off the mattress as his fingers began moving faster, pumping harder and deeper inside her. She swallowed hard, each shuddering gasp she took coupled with a moan.
When he arched his fingers inside her, running it against that wonderful, swelling spot along her walls she fell back into the bed with a start.
Her entire world was suddenly foggy as her sex tightened around his pumping fingers. Every muscle in her body grew taut and she began to shake as heavy waves of pleasure overcame her.
When her euphoria subsided and the fog encasing her mind lifted, he slowly removed his fingers.
She sat up, panting and gasping, and looked down at her fingers with an exasperated sigh. She slid her slick hands to brace herself against the bed and shook her head.
"If only it really were you, Link," Zelda sighed, and fell once more back into her bed. This time to sleep. Alone, as she did every night.