A/N: Love scene ahead... My apologies if it's underwhelming or too much; I'm not too good at writing pair love scenes so you can imagine how tough it was writing a trio scene.
In case any of the lines are unclear, Zant calls Sheik Goldenrod and Ghirahim calls her either kid, goddess, or angel.
Sheik leaned against Ganondorf's chest, with Zant's head in her lap and Ghirahim rubbing her feet. The four were lounging in her room, after having changed her bandages and clothing, and the boys were waiting to hear her story. "The prison bones didn't do anything to me but laugh and call me a 'meatbag'. The little ones didn't even notice me. But the ones in the black armor..."
"Darknuts," Ghirahim grumbled.
Sheik gripped the blanket covering her lap. "They... at first it was just knocking me around. Calling me a weakling and mocking the bruises forming on my skin, stuff like that. But then the leader, he was saying women are only good for one thing... to be used for-"
"I don't want to hear anymore!" Zant shouted, sitting up off Sheik's lap and hugging her tightly. She had been shivering, but stopped the instant he wrapped around her shoulders. "How dare they force themselves on such a sweet little thing, such a skilled warrior, and such a beautiful assassin as yourself?"
"Jealousy," Ganondorf mused. "Over the eras, I have had many creatures under my control. Higher level lieutenants have always been of two kinds: darknuts and my own iron knuckle kin. I always prefer the Gerudo when they are available, those girls can think on their feet far swifter than any creature. But sadly, my kin haven't had the longevity I've been cursed with. By now, there are naught but a handful of Gerudo still alive."
Sheik leaned up and kissed Ganondorf's cheek. "I'm so sorry my people had a hand in that. But they're all but gone, too."
"Join the orphan club," Ghirahim mumbled, before Sheik shushed him with a kiss as well. "Oh, you little tart, you've gotten so soft and fluffy in your recovery, it's wearing off on us. I need to go kill something, Master. Can we take the castle yet?"
"No fighting until Goldenrod heals," Zant pouted.
"But we'll degenerate into mindless fluff by then!"
"Aww, I like it when you boys are tender to me..."
"If the three of you want to stay inside and fuck all day, be my guest. But I have a kingdom to take over, and it would go quicker with the support of my army." Ganondorf stood from the bed, making it a point to caress Sheik's cheek but ignore the boys vying for his attention. "Recover swiftly, so that I may have my healer with me."
After Ganondorf left the room, Zant lifted Sheik's hand to his lips. "Goldenrod, Master may have suggested it in jest, but we really do care for you. We would never do what those creatures did to you..."
"Indeed... I did not mean to frighten you that day," Ghirahim whispered, brushing Sheik's hair from her ear. "You saved my life in battle, I only wish to repay you somehow."
Sheik blushed from Ghirahim's breath on her ear and Zant's kisses on her hand. "I... I wouldn't mind..."
"Wouldn't mind what, angel?"
Rather than answer in words, Sheik leaned up and pressed her lips to Ghirahim's, then pulled Zant closer and did the same. "Just... start slow, you two."
Zant let out a growl and pushed Sheik down on the bed, then began laying little kisses along her jaw line. Ghirahim ran his long tongue across her pointy ear, while at the same time tickling and pulling Zant's long lobe.
"Zant, stay focused on Sheik from the neck up. You just lay back and enjoy the show, my Sheikah goddess," Ghirahim whispered, then with a snap divested Zant of his clothing.
The Twili knelt over Sheik, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her into a searing kiss. Sheik moaned as Zant pressed up against her, her thin nightgown doing nothing to buffer the heat of his skin.
Ghirahim smirked and slid his hands up Zant's waist, massaging his chest before shifting focus and sliding his hand along Sheik's neckline. Twirling a finger in her golden hair, he paused and brushed her nightgown strap. "Now now, there's nothing to be shy of, little girl..."
Zant slid the strap down Sheik's arm, enough to expose one of her breasts. He started kissing and nipping at her chest, but stopped and moaned when Ghirahim started massaging along his thighs.
"I told you to stay focused on our goddess..." he jokingly chastised, leaning in and pressing his manhood against Zant's backside. "If you can't listen, you'll need to be punished." With that he thrust inside, causing Zant to collapse against Sheik and moan in pleasure.
Sheik was startled but immediately blushed; Zant's flushed face was so adorable, and the way he ground himself against her hips as Ghirahim moved turned her on immensely.
"Zant... my underwear..."
Zant nodded and reached down, freeing Sheik from her garment. She sighed and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling their hips together. Rather than penetrating her, Zant angled himself to slide up and down her folds. "It will be easier for you this way..."
Sheik moaned as Zant rubbed against her, his timing driven by Ghirahim's thrusts. Ghirahim snaked a hand down and ticked Sheik's foot, and in return she used her toes to rub his chest. Excited, he picked up the pace.
"Ahh... Zant, Ghira... I'm close..."
Zant took Sheik's lips for a heated kiss, then breathed in her ear as they pulled apart. "Hang on, little Goldenrod..."
"No, I mean... I want to... with you... inside..."
Zant's eyes grew wide, but softened as he blushed. "Yes, my love." Ghirahim stilled and held Sheik's hand, as Zant carefully positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in. Sheik whimpered at the initial sting, but as Zant moved the pleasure took over.
"Ahh... mmm...!" Sheik gripped the sheets, each thrust sending a feeling of pleasure through her body. Ghirahim had begun thrusting in time with Zant, causing the Twili to seductively moan as he was stimulated from both front and behind. The erotic sounds from the two men as they moved against her pushed her to the brink, but it just wasn't enough...
"Ah, Ghira... Zant... more..."
"Oh, Goldenrod," Zant panted, "you feel so wonderful, I'm gonna..."
"Twili, you dare come before our angel, and I'll make sure you're stuck in blue ball hell for a month!" Ghirahim growled at Zant, before reaching around him and stroking the top of Sheik's womanhood. Sheik's moans intensified with his motions, and when Zant resumed his thrusts and picked up speed, she could no longer hold out. She shouted as her mind went white, pleasure going through her so strongly that she squeezed her legs around Zant like a vice.
Her orgasm pushed Zant over the edge. He called her name as she clenched, her contractions milking him dry. Ghirahim followed and spilled his seed into the exhausted Twili.
After catching their breath, the boys each rolled off to the side. Sheik caught Ghirahim and brought their lips together. The two shared a wet and sloppy kiss, her way of making up for their lack of skin to skin contact.
Zant nuzzled his head in Sheik's neck and spooned against her back, while Ghirahim fixed her gown, pulled up the covers, and held her tight from the front. In no time the boys were asleep. "This moment is so perfect," Sheik mumbled as she caressed Zant's hand draped over her waist and nuzzled under Ghirahim's chin. "All we're missing is Master..."
A/N: I felt kind of bad for Ghirahim in this chapter... I wasn't sure how to write the scene without making it seem like "Zant and Sheik are having sex ...oh and Ghirahim is there too." That's why he's the more vocal of the boys.
