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Legend of Zelda –Yuri Chronicles

Chapter 4

Shadow and Light

"Is this alright?" The voice was calm, confident, but there was still a lingering fearfulness behind the words, which was probably why the question had been asked in the first place. Hilda was painfully aware of the reality of the situation – a situation that wasn't wrong, had they not both been born into the Royal Families.

Black-nailed fingers carefully tucked loose golden strands of hair aside, revealing a beautiful, pale face with twin azure pools and pink lips that smiled up at the other woman. They parted slightly, the chiming sound of a soft giggle escaping past them as blue eyes stared amiably at the lilac-haired woman.

"I don't have any regrets, Hilda," the flaxen-haired woman replied. She reached up to caress a milky white cheek, and ruby eyes watched them before returning attention back to her. "This is so much more than ´alright´ – I have wanted this for a long time, and I have never regretted being with you. How about you?"

Ruby eyes blinked, a moment of surprise that had Hilda taken aback before regaining composure, a small smile forming on purple lips. "I feel the same, Zelda. I have no regrets."

"Then I believe you have your answer." Zelda giggled but the clear, chiming sound became low and throaty as the lilac-haired princess kissed the Hylian's palm, while tenderly caressing her arm and belly. The blonde squirmed slightly under the sensitive touch, yet she arched against the dark sheets of the bed in silent askance for more, giving in and allowing the Lolian access to every nook and cranny of her impeccable, naked body.

"I just want to make sure…" Hilda replied, kissing her lover's hand and stifling a moan as she too was on the receiving end of affectionate petting. "After all, there will- Mmmh…! – there will come a time when we no longer can- Aahh…Mm… - keep this a secret…"

"I know," Zelda answered – and didn't she sound a bit disheartened? – as she gently guided her lover's hand downwards, chastely pressing her lips against Hilda's in a blissful, sweet, momentary kiss. "But we will cross that bridge when get to it, no? I… I want to just enjoy the moment – this moment, here, with you."

The Lolian princess flashed a slight grin, and the blonde bit her lower lip in silent anticipation. "And who would I be to turn down such a request?" Her hand brushed past the small flaxen tuft of hair and the Hylian gasped as talented fingers played with her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Zelda cried out, softly, whimpering against her lover's crimson lips, dancing the oral tango with her as the purplette inserted not one, but two talented digits inside wet heat. Their heartbeats race and the blonde reached up, arms wrapping around her fellow princess and pulling her close so they could feel each other's heart-rate and warmth.

"Well?" Hilda managed, having reluctantly pulled away from her love's now swollen lips. "Enjoying the moment, dearest?"

Zelda's response was a breathless gasp and, shuddering, she bucked her hips in time with those wonderful fingers that curled against sensitive inner walls. "Y-yesss…! Mmh…!" Her eyelids were fluttering, heavy-lidded with pleasure. "But… You too…!" she managed to utter. "I want you too… Hilda…"

The Lolian princess blushed, but her smirk didn't wane. She pulled out of the blonde's pussy, inspecting her handiwork, and nodded. "Oh, alright, my dear."

Shifting, Hilda crawled over and hoisted her love's right leg over her shoulder, sliding between her thighs until sensitive nubs touched and tingled pleasantly, and the purplette stifled a swiftly approaching moan. "Are you ready, my love?"

Zelda supported herself with her arms and nodded with a smile that reflected her naughtiness. "Whenever you are, dearest."

The princesses steeled themselves against the waves of pleasures that shot through her as hot, wet cores rubbed and grinded against each other, excitement spilling onto the bedsheets. Hands clenched around the satin in an attempt to ground the electrifying jolts that spreads through warm, sweaty bodies, and settling in slick, heat-suffused sexes. Hips pumped, slits kissed, and a series of moans and cries ricocheted across the chamber, gradually growing several pitches higher-

"Hilda…!" The Hylian cooed. "I'm –"

"Me too…" the Lolian princess replied, managing a wink despite the overwhelming pleasure that brought them closer to the edge. Inner muscles clenched and sensitive bundles of nerves tingled as orgasm crashed into them with unyielding strength, pleasure jolting from neuron to neuron and leaving the women in spasms, limbs akimbo.

The bed creaked and shifted and Hilda cracked open an eye to see Zelda crawling over to her side, and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"Sweetheart?" she said.

The purplette smiled. "Yes, love?"

"I love you."

Of course she did. And the Lolian loved her back – there had never been any doubts about their feelings, or how strong those feelings were – so she smiled, and chastely pressed her lips against full lips. "And I you, my dearest."

The blonde giggled – that soft, heart-warming sound – and snuggled against the lilac-haired beauty as arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

"Are you still mulling over the fact that we have to come out with this secret?"

The Hylian nodded. "I'm nervous… But with you at my side, it doesn't matter what anyone else think."

Ruby eyes went wide at the other woman, heart racing for a moment. Her fingers buried themselves in golden tresses, and Hilda pressed affectionately a kiss on her lover's forehead. Light and Shadow – Light World and Dark World – it didn't matter. Coexisting was possible, and no dimensional walls could possibly separate them.

But for now, the only thing that counted was this moment, and the person they shared it with.

Fin.