Author's Note: Finally an update! This can only mean that the stars have aligned and hell has frozen over, both at the same exact time. As always, I do not own The Legend of Zelda. Nor do I own Garry's Mod, which is what I used to make my thumbnail image.

The Devil Within

Zelda's eyes had finally adjusted in the darkness of the room, having taken much longer than my own. Yet, I could sense the darkness was more or less inconsequential to her fully dilated pupils. She was focused on me, like prey that had become morbidly curious in the presence of an impending predator.

Taking a tentative step toward me, the princess betrayed a glance toward her predictably well-made bed, adorned with an elaborate headrest depicting the crest of the royal family. This crest, of course, depicted the Triforce held aloft by an ancient guardian bird known as a Loftwing.

Acknowledging her cautious advance, I closed what little distance was between us, steering our enfoldment toward the bed and subsequently the looming engraved Triforce, serving as a beacon of desire, as if the goddesses themselves offered such joint temptation. I rekindled our kiss, barely acknowledging the comfort of the silken wares the bed had to offer.

Breaking our lips' embrace, Zelda exposed her neck, closing her eyes in anticipation. As I descended, slowly skinning her neck with my tongue, I tested her absolute threshold with an occasional fang. I gradually increased the frequency of my fangs until the sudden interruption of Zelda's almost desperate unbuttoning of my tunic redirected my attention.

Reflecting each other's concurrent motions, I slowly stripped her attire down to the bare essentials, pausing only briefly to relish the moment. Each layer of clothing's sole purpose in existing had reluctantly served to eclipse divine carnality. Once freed from such earthly bonds, the mortal goddess now fully-realized looked infinitely more vulnerable.

Seeing her so willingly submit to her beast of prey, fully surrendering her royal supremacy in return for capitulation intensified my overwhelming desire. My hunger must be satiated.

Starting with a passionate kiss, I worked my way down beginning from her lips, exploring with my tongue, teasing and lingering where I could detect she felt the most ardent. Time lost its meaning... . For all I knew it could have already been morning, the very essence of my being was so utterly enthralled in the moment.

"Shadow, please…. I can't wait anymore." Zelda bit her lower lip, her verbal articulation jerking me back into reality.

"Mmm…. Is that an order, your majesty?" Which, of course, meant 'beg me.'

The princess leaned in, a hairsbreadth from my ear, and whispered, "I want you inside me."

I tensed, almost losing it right then. That should do it.

With deteriorating restraint, I entered her ever-so-slightly trembling frame, causing her to arch and release a slight gasp. Leaning in, I captured her gasp, syncing our lips and further muting audibility. I was her poison; yet my potency was a double-edged blade, as I was simply intoxicated with her. Hooking her feet around my ankles, the princess pulled me closer in, a testament to her physical compliance.

The damned and the divine must surely be the culmination of forbidden passion. This realization could only serve to intensify my lust for this sinful pleasure. The most beautiful of angels always seem to fall to their perdition, this particular one consumed by mortal lasciviousness.

With ferocity equivalent to that of a wolf domineering over its victim, I growled abreast her delicate, pointed ear, "You're mine."