A/N: WARNING! Story changes to an M rating here.
The Legend of Zelda:
The Right of Passage
CHAPTER NINE: The Consummation
I knew we would never have our ending.
What an idea! Grotesque poetic mindlessness had spewed out of that girl's mouth. She knew nothing of the real connection the two of us shared. She even so casually had suggested an affair. For such an innocent princess, she sure did bring up a rather grown up topic.
I was angry at this point, but not at her. None of this was the fault of Zelda. She was just as innocent as the rest of them were. I could not blame her for what she could not know or understand. Quite frankly, I didn't know exactly who I was upset with, if anyone. Maybe it was life itself, or perhaps the three goddesses. My life was in their hands, so to say, wasn't it? They had brought this fate upon me, and knew very well what they were doing.
I was too young to be complaining about "my life," it seemed. I was still a young man, but I felt much, much older. I had lived years that did not count now. But why couldn't they? What if I declared myself to be—let's say—twenty-five? Would that completely be a lie?
I never felt this frustrated. I managed to hide it very well, and live my life with some ease. But after my encounter with the princess, my emotions were in more of a disarray than they had ever been.
Goddesses, the princess.
I knew I should have never gone to see her! How awkward it was pretending to have lost my way for a good hour or so, running into a couple of angered guards and explaining to the men how I had been on a mission to deliver from the Lon Lon Ranch, and lost track of good old Timothy. I had managed to stay out of trouble, but remained under suspicious eyes. That would be the last time I would ever let Talon coax me without an agreement to ever go near that awful place.
The sun had set by the time I returned to the ranch. A cool breeze filled the evening at the absence of the sun, which relieved my boiling skin, but failed to rid the heat of my temper. Even Epona seemed agitated, as I could hear her whimper with relief when I brought her back to her home.
Grumbling under my breath, I unsaddled the girl, fumbling with the reins so she could rest without all that extra baggage on her.
"Damn it, I can never loosen these fucking things. Talon needs to invest his plump ass into getting more efficient gear for these—" Grunting, I aggressively pulled out a knot. "—damn horses."
Vulgar language dispersed my mouth coarsely, like violent poetry throughout the night. When I finished with Epona, a sigh escaped me, where I began to pet her gently, hoping to at least ease her of any discomfort.
"You are lucky to be a horse, Epona. You don't know the fucking things I've had to go through. Ever pulled out a sword and found yourself seven years into the future?"
She huffed, scuffing her hoofs against the dirst.
"Yeah, tell me about it."
I found myself immersed in a long, pointless conversation with her, confessing every aspect of my life I could never admit to others, even my farm girl. Everything from Princess Zelda, to Ganondorf, to the damn spiritual stones, the time travel, the two different existences.
"There's another Epona out there, somewhere. How does that make you feel, Epona? That two of you exist?"
I was going to go onto a rant about Termina, but it was there that I stopped myself. Blankly, I let go of petting the horse, blinking a bit moronically at what exactly I was saying to her. Why did Epona need to be burdened by my troubles? To her, I was a whining Hylian wasting her resting time. Goddesses, I was venting to a horse!
Sadly, I laughed at myself. I laughed with pity for myself, or better yet, with disappointment.
"Imagine if Malon were here. She would never believe the story you just heard."
"Try me!"
As I stumbled backwards; a terrified grunt scorched through my throat, my heart thundering against my chest while a blast of giggles clogged my ears. It only took me a moment of composure before I saw that the surprise attack had come from the redhead herself.
Merrily, she laughed, her palms holding her face, her head shaking as the chuckles fled her mouth like a tumultuous storm. As I clutched at my chest, I couldn't even speak, my mouth agape but no words able to form on my lips.
"Malon! Fuck!"
I covered my mouth immediately at the harshness of my diction. When I had been finally able to get a mouthful out, I was still in my ranting mode, and unfortunately for the first time, Malon had heard me curse.
She stopped laughing at that point, her eyes large and mouth small, all the while glaring at me oddly, without anger, yet only bewilderment.
"Goodness, Link!"
"Malon, I am so sorry, I didn't mean—"
"To say fuck?"
I desperately wondered when this maddening day would end.
Here she acted like a little hellion, resuming to her girlish antics, giggling feverishly while I turned myself back to Epona, shaking my head at the childish girl.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she sung, apparently showing off the success of her voice lessons for the day. I did admit, she was rather talented, even though she spurt such a foul word from that seemingly lovely mouth.
"Alright, Malon. Very funny."
At my aggravated tone, she was quick to cease her taunting song, approaching me with concern now, a slight pout to her lip. Pretending to be very interested in Epona, I flinched when I felt her small hand rest on my shoulder, hesitating to turn around and face her.
"Aw Link, what's wrong?"
Her voice had softened, the delicate soprano tone of her discord causing me only to feel more tense rather than ease me. Both her hands grappled each of my shoulders, the graze turning into a rubbing motion, and there I melted as she massaged the lumps in my back.
Instead of answering her with words, I merely moaned into her touch, my back hunching just a little bit.
"All better?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
She had taken it upon herself to turn me around, and she did, in fact, smile towards me, yet it was a warming one, her eyes sparkling underneath the presence of the moon.
"Everyone has gone to bed," she pointed out to me, taking my hand in hers and gently swinging it. "Father told me you went to deliver the milk today. I hope it wasn't too much trouble. You were gone an awful long time."
Whatever anguish she had presumably massaged out of me returned again, and there I grimaced towards her, my hand squirming away from her grasp. Her right eye squinted as I did this, as I found myself bringing the hand she had momentarily claimed to my cheek, rubbing at the skin there oddly.
"Not much trouble," I fibbed.
Though her look towards me was knowing, sensing my falsity, while her fists planted firmly on her hips. "So you say," she mused. "If all is well, then why are you so grumpy."
I huffed. "I am not grumpy."
"You even sound grumpy saying you're not grumpy!"
"Well, I'm not."
With a chuckle, she forcefully took both of my hands, intertwining our fingers. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, really. It's alright."
Rolling her eyes at my stubbornness, Malon began to pull me away, and though I resisted for a moment, I eventually allowed her to take me.
"Goddesses, Malon—"
"Don't you mean, fuck Malon?"
"Come on, I already apologized for that!"
It was rather humorous to her, and I supposed I would be just as entertained if I didn't feel so bothered at that moment.
She had taken me to the cabin that now belonged solely to her. Talon and I built it for her the previous year, to give the only female of the ranch some privacy. Yet, it also allowed the both of us to be alone together when we would talk or experiment with our bodies. The shed I stayed in was less than warming, and none of my stuff even filled the place. I kept most of my belongings where Talon and Ingo resided, and my room was more like a sleeping grounds than an actual residence.
Carefully, she locked the door behind us, standing before it briefly to make sure the latch was secure. Behind her I scuffled awkwardly, looking down at the shorter girl with blushed cheeks, my eyes fixated on the length of her reddened hair. Even when she finished, she did not instantly turn to face me, a little sheepishness taking over her posture.
"Malon."
I addressed her gently, but with a little bit of curiosity. Slowly, she turned her body to look at me, her face tilted rather downwards, but her eyes making the effort to peer up at my face. While I clutched my hands behind my back, her fingers clasped together in front of her hips, and there the both of us lingered.
"Are you ready to talk to me now?"
As she spoke, Malon treaded toward me, the steps of her boots causing the floorboards to squeak, though the noise failed to nuisance me. Extending her little palm, the girl smiled up at me, and tiredly, I returned the friendly gesture, accepting her hand, while she led me to the rigid mattress of her bed.
There the both of us sat, uncomfortably, with perfectly linear backs, only a breadth of air separating our bodies, our palms resting on our own laps.
"So..." Malon was the first to break the silence, tapping her fingers on her thighs, then raising her gaze to look at me, a furrow to her brow. "Why so grumpy tonight?"
I wanted to smile at her wit, I really did. She was always such a pleasant source of wit, and charm. I never knew she would grow up to be so amusing.
Yet, I only inhaled deeply, snapping my neck to look back at her. With a groan, I flung my back to rest flat against the stiffness of her bed, nearly hurting myself in the process. Quickly, she mimicked me, though she carefully fell to her side, looming over me interestedly.
"I'm just baffled," I muttered, looking up at the ceiling. Darkness filled it, however. The space was vaguely lit by candles, not giving us much light. But it was enough that I could see her next to me, and when I moved my neck to look at her, the smallest of a smile crept upon me.
Walking her fingers to my chest, she twiddled her them against the fabric concealing my skin, gently stroking me, while her breasts smoothed against my shoulder, her hair lightly tickling my face.
"Whatever could you be baffled about?" She paused for a moment. "Or is this that thing that is always pestering you, which you refuse to tell me about?"
"You are half correct."
I saw her roll her eyes, yet she continued to nestle herself against me, her elbow locking itself on my chest, the rest of her body shaping to fit my own form. Extending my neck, I allowed her to place her head underneath my chin, and thus we pressed into a position that was regular to us, our legs dangling off the edge of her bed.
"You are too young to be baffled."
Her voice was a tender whisper, her breath warming the bottom of my neck. As my eyes began to drift, I did not not find myself falling asleep, but instead was comforted by her presence, rather than tormented by it.
Wasn't it supposed to feel that way? Serene, instead of torturous? I found that with her, I felt a sense of empowerment, even though at times I would fantasize that she was someone else, which I constantly guilted myself over.
It was such a bizarre situation, concerning the both of us. And I felt that I was creating most of the troubles that existed in my life. Why couldn't I just be happy with what I had now? Why did I yearn for someone that I could never have—especially since the woman I really desired didn't even exist here?
Zelda, that damn Zelda—She, she was different. She wasn't the one that sent me back. I mean, they were the same person, but then again, they were not. And I favored the other more. Did that sound strange? It did to me. It was a completely preposterous concept.
I felt frustrated all over again, no matter how urgent Malon's attempts were to calm me or pull a confession out of me. Hastily and without much thought, I sat up, disturbing our position, in which Malon gawked peculiarly at me, rubbing at her head with tired eyes.
"What is the matter—"
As I crawled towards her, the girl halted her own statement, pushing her hands so that she could fixate herself underneath me, kicking off her boots a little frantically so that she could bring her legs onto the bed.
"Ooh, okay, if that's what you have in mind."
I removed the own bondage on my feet before hovering over her, my hands planted firmly near each of her shoulders, our eyes locking fiercely as I lingered over her.
Her hair sprawled against her cheeks, eyelids lowering to peer at me. With the movement of a snake, her arms lifted, her hands slithering past my shoulders, finding the nape of my neck, and while twirling the light strands of hair that cowered there, she pulled my body down, lowering me onto her, while specifically directing my mouth to land at the center of her neck.
Immediately, a gratifying groan muffled inside her throat, her body squirming beneath me, refusing to let go of me until I succeeded to satisfy her. My mouth was warm as I kissed the inverted flesh of her neck, moistening the skin she directed me to devour, suckling her profoundly.
She moaned again, this time a little louder, her arms releasing me to extend freely to her sides, her legs continuing to rumble messily. I found myself hungry for her skin, the feel of it against my mouth triggered a raw emotion inside of me, one I had trained to suppress.
We will have our ending one day.
With a grunt, I spit her skin out of my mouth, and hovered over her once more, repositioning her, noticing the bewilderment yet simultaneous excitement that sparked her eyes as I sat on my knees, lifting the skirts of her dress, then hoisting her legs open.
I believe we are good people, Link.
At the exposure of her naked thighs, I sunk my teeth into the roundness of her flesh, kissing the mounds of her inner thigh, observing her hips arch upwards at my sudden boldness. No thoughts had rationalized in my mind at this point, and all I could hear was the glorified segments of my dear princess's final monologue to me.
We are good people who are plagued by a dark shadow that will never let us be truly happy.
Further upward did my mouth feverishly trail up her leg, sucking at her groin now, my tongue gliding against the flexible area that connected her thigh to her pelvis. I felt every muscle of her body contract dramatically; stifled, sharp moans erupting from her; her toes curling, begging for justice.
She was the one who stopped me here, bringing her knees to kick me away before I could proceed in removing the covering that concealed her most delicate part. With heavy breathing, the girl sat up, clutching at herself frantically, her expression representing both appall and anxiousness.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Bleakly staring at her, I failed to answer, focusing more on controlling my breath, which was more hasty than hers. My hair was rattled from my venture underneath her dress, as even I did not know what had come over me.
"Malon, I am so sorry—"
She hushed me swiftly, not with words, but with a kiss. Forward she leaned, her appearance taking the form of a dog as she found balance on her knees and hands. Before I could even conclude my thought, her mouth captured mine hastily, and there I melted in the lock between us, her breath leaving her nose and warming my face.
I am betrothed.
I pushed myself against her, and quickly did she find herself sitting on my lap, grappling at my elbows, her nails cutting through my shirt and seeping in my flesh, while our mouths stayed connected as one, the kiss deepening, separating our lips.
I didn't hesitate, allowing my tongue to leave my mouth, crawling into her, and graciously she accepted it, did not cringe when she felt my flesh tickle her own, my tongue gliding along hers, then tasting the roof of her mouth.
Moans emerged as stifled grunts, and now she was the one to take initiative, detaching herself from me, yet remaining at my lap, beginning to fumble with the few buttons near the collar of my shirt. Clumsily, I attempted to help her, my fingers tripping over the buttons, only delaying the process of removal even further.
With a deep bite of her lip, Malon gave up the attempt and instead clutched the bottom of my shirt, lifting if over my body forcefully, her eyes gleaming over every inch of naked skin revealed to her. Even before it had completely come off of me, remaining trapped at my necking and blocking my vision, her palms smoothed over the muscles of my stomach, trickling down between my breasts, and I could feel my nipples puckering at the tender touch.
I struggled for another moment before I completely rid of the bothersome garment, throwing it aimlessly away from us, so that we could further continue in our exploration.
I feel like we have such a history together, though I've only spent such a short time with you.
I wanted to eat her, every part of her. I was a young man consumed by a fierce lust. Not for the farm girl, no it wasn't her being that enticed me. Though she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever encountered, and the sway of her curves did stir an arousal in me and many other men she encountered.
I was turned on by her body, and everything it represented. She was womanhood, beauty, a small sort of innocence, though not completely. Neither of us was truly innocent, tainted by the dirt of the farms, ands pasts from which the both of us continued to bleed for.
I wanted to drink the blood on her skin, take in every womanly part of her, as well as all that dirt and grime that calloused her body from the harshness of the world. I felt so deeply lost in my emotions, seeing her as Malon no longer, but a woman with a body that I could take. One that I could call my own.
This was the eruption of my sexuality. As a boy, I knew I was a sexual being, though I could not completely comprehend it, I knew it from my infatuation, as well as my constant inner search.
I didn't know if she viewed me as such—another body for her to be close to. She had turned into a mate for me, even when I hunted another woman, she was the one I returned to, the one with understanding, who perhaps was just as confused as I.
As I helped her remove her dress—fumbling with buttons, untying her apron and struggling beside her to lift the tattered gown off her body—I noticed her posture shrink. Her back curved towards me, the light hair on her arms raising at the sudden loss of heat. Her skin glowed a bluish tint in the darkness, her breasts exposed to me in their entire splendor.
Both bosoms perked, and licking my lips I brushed my thumb against her right nipple, my eyes enrapturing the large mounds on her chest. I could feel her stare beating at me, her eyes scorching me with their intensity. Yet, I failed to meet that gaze, too afraid to look directly at her face, afraid of any emotion I would see that would prevent me from advancing.
Her body was revealed to me, except for her center, remaining hidden by the small covering she wore. And I wanted to rip it off of her, desperately I wanted to. As I had done before—so briefly that time; had taken it off and touched the wetness that leaked between her legs. And the more I had touched her, the more wet she became. It was thick and warm, and how her body had twitched sent me into a feverish state that forced me to touch her more.
She had stopped me before. But that night, she encouraged me.
I cannot have you.
I kissed her with a mouth that dripped with fury, and she sucked it in, drank all of my crudeness and let me become a part of her. Her lips felt like worn silk lying under an angry sun. The flesh of her cheek was not as warm, yet still trickled a heat over my fingertips, and further did I push myself onto her, owning her body, vowing to make it a part of mine.
She fell coarsely onto her bed, her back arching like a battered woman, a gentle bounce to her breasts that fevered me. I had been in a vivid affair with her chest, fascinated by the tenderness that resided there—large and full, yet fretfully sensitive. Even the feel of my breath on them made her wince—made her hips lift in anticipation, a longing so fierce that it resembled my own.
She was on her back, head fallen against the headboard, a crease to her forehead as she tried to conceal the pain from the collision. Here, our eyes met, and a gentle apology lingered in the blue of my irises, appearing black from the darkness that cloaked our bodies.
At the approval in her face, I kissed her again, my tongue taking hers, mingling inside her mouth, stopping any moans from leaving the dry mass of her throat. She fought at me—attempting to take control, make me hers, it seemed. Even as I lied carefully over her, she pushed at me, lifting herself to sit, embracing my neck, then taking her hands to venture along the flesh of my back.
When her thumb slid against the bone of my shoulder blade, her fingernails had delved into my skin, and the closer our bodies became. Her breasts molded against my chest, and closer did I hold her, to feel the heat of her body combine with my own, while her breath heaved onto my face, burning my skin. Her tongue licked the bottom row of my teeth, exploring further behind my tongue, forcing our lips to swerve sloppily, without a determined rhythm.
With a feminine grunt, Malon pushed me down, so that I landed awkwardly onto my back, and there she overpowered me. She acted on her thirst, her undeniable curiosity and with exasperation. As I let her have her way, my throat grew dry, sizzling whenever I would take a gulp.
I wanted to take her flesh and forget everything. I never wanted to remember Zelda, never wanted to have her face haunt my dreams. I swore to rid of her in my heart, to never again long for her, breathe for her, become consumed by her image.
At that moment, as Malon had locked her knees at my hips, and looked down at me with a lust that caressed her whole body—her sexuality beamed, her sex moistening against me. That moment I decided to throw away my dreams—banish any other longings, let go of my obsessions.
Many times had I made these vows, and regularly I continued to break them. But as I heard the princess's voice ring through my ears, memories of her wanton face blurring my vision, I felt a fury boil in me. And this time, it was directed towards her. All for her.
We will have our ending one day.
No, we wouldn't. The goddesses knew we wouldn't. Fate would make sure we would never have our ending.
The skinny fingers of the farm girl battered at my stomach, making sure to finger every curve of each muscle she saw visible. Harshly did I bite down my bottom lip, tasting my own bitter blood. While my tongue glossed over my lips, my face never left hers, our eyes connected, and her palms continuing to loom over my torso.
Even through my pants and the undergarment that coated her center, I felt her wetness, and my body reacted naturally to the feeling; stiffening, contracting, my forehead becoming gently moist from sweat.
With the grace of a swan, she dived down to kiss my neck, and from there on I entered into a fierce state of ecstasy.
She breathed fire on my skin, and I could swear by the goddesses the girl scorched me. It was a pleasant type of pain, one that furthered me, sending my hands to feel the dryness of her hair, thick and nettled and feeling like fine hay.
She scrubbed herself on me, like a dedicated maid, vehemently thrusting her hips; the movement flickered like a wild dancer, the flesh of her thighs wobbling while her mouth trickled down my throat like teasing rain drops.
She took bites of my skin, her tongue flicking over my nipple, while my neck lengthened to give her further access, to defile my body, taste the tenderness of my skin, almost begging for her to seize my body with her mouth. Her fingers slid to feel the shape of my arms, clutching at every curve of every muscle, beginning at the broadness of my shoulders, then slipping further over the leanness of my forearm, her touch becoming lighter while her fingers grazed my wrists, and her touch disappeared there.
She was so close to me I could feel her heart beat against my chest, pounding violently, with no direct rhythm, while her mouth traveled forward now, her back arching like a stretching feline, as she left a wet trail on my chest.
As her mouth hovered over mine, our lips sparsely touched, the air of our breaths combining into a wave of heat that blurred the sight of both of us. I lifted myself, then, too suddenly. A little gasp sprang from her, as my arms encircled her waist, the mass of my body overpowering hers.
Silence had filled the little cabin, yet our breaths lingered. Malon's forehead creased as she pressed it against my own, and for a moment we stayed there with lost eyes. I saw the gleam of uncertainty in her face, and I knew that she didn't deserve me.
She deserved a man who could feed her with passion, but it seemed to me that this moment was not about love, for either of us. It was about frustrations, overcoming naivety. There was never a sworn confession of love. Though, I did love her. But not that type of love that she would eventually want from me. It was a physical love, a clinging love. One of comfort and convenience.
As I had said before, she knew me very well, could see through whatever I tried to hide from her. And yet, what she did next startled me. I don't know why she did this, but it allowed for events that changed the both of us. Everything changed once she did this small, simple, and clever movement.
She smiled.
Not even that—a little smirk: a feisty, yet contained, enticing smirk. It was laced with fear, one that I saw her try to relinquish, but there it remained: confidence mixed with fright. Want with denial. Oddly, I smiled back at her, for no other reason because she had grinned at me first.
Our ending.
With a fury did I kiss her, and this is when the true nature of the seduction revealed itself. I lost sight of everything around me, all except for her body, the female body. It was round and voluptuous—a perfect representation of woman. I was man and she was woman, everything that made us unique fled and there we flourished under primal instincts.
Like animals, we touched the other hungrily. I placed her down onto her back, and momentarily I gawked at her, while she lied there with her arms hugging her belly, her eyes stuck on me. I followed the shape of her body, how her stomach delicately curved, distinguishing from the rest of her.
Squirming, she grappled the garment that remained on her, and with a minor struggle, slid it off. My body trembled delicately as I had witnessed her complete nakedness, and it was a plain sight, much more simple in appearance than mine—just a small area coated with dark hair. As several of my blonde strands fell in front of my face, I took a deep breath, noticing her intrigued expression.
Clutching her knees, I separated her legs, situating myself between her. There I lingered, my hands smoothing over the tops of her thighs, rubbing at the bones of her hips, receiving a dainty moan vibrating on her lips. Salivating, I plummeted to her right breast, mimicking what she done to me, as my mouth seized the rosy peak of her bosom.
I could feel her body tremble while I continued to tease her breast, her hands undoing the tie that kept my the length of my hair bound, and as the locks fell loose, she buried her fingers deep into the thickness of the golden strands, feeling the length and smoothness of my hair. She massaged my head as she did this, urging me onward, and more feverish did my suckle on her become.
I swallowed the tender pink flesh. Over and over again, even when she seemed that she could take no more, clawing at my scalp, keeping hushed groans and silent roars lodged within her throat. Her whole body quivered from the erotic pleasure, melting beneath me, giving into the sharpness of the feeling.
I was ready to have her, ready to engage in our first adult act. I tested her—slipped my fingers underneath the kinky curls between her legs, seeing her flinch as I touched her, her back arching, hips tilting. Her warmth touched my skin, leaking on me with a fierceness that almost drenched my fingers. And there, I grew excited. I became overwhelmed with an emotion I had never felt before, and every other painful thought that had troubled my mind had left me for that moment, and only the both of us existed.
Man and woman—no language, no names, no boundaries. Nothing but our bodies.
She was the one to discard my trousers, eying my waist with raised brows as she gripped the hem of my pants and pulled the fabric down. First she observed the bones of my hips, until further down she went, her lip trembling once I was just as naked as her.
And there were both of our uncovered bodies—in the dark, candle lit cabin. I pulsed with a throbbing longing, and she, too, appeared anxious for what would come next.
Neither of us spoke much the entire time. There were few words, but more movements. And she made the first one.
Even from beneath me, the girl situated herself, shifting her hips so she could rest under my pelvis, her entire face contracting when she could feel my arousal, hoisted between her legs, attempting to open her up and become a part of her.
Though I had yet to be inside her, my body quavered with a fierce nervousness, and even she had begun to cower under me, her eyes trembling like the waves of an ocean during a storm. I kissed her mouth to ease her, though I also hoped to rid of my restlessness as well. And with a deep breath that I did not exhale right away, I carefully lifted my hips, pushing her legs further outward, and then steadily lowered myself, my pelvic bone gnashing against her own, wincing as I felt myself enter her, connecting our bodies, turning us into one form.
It felt wonderful to me—such a new, unexplainable sensation. It was a new sort of embrace, with warmth and firmness that sent me into another world where nothing terrible existed.
Yet, the instant she felt me, a painful moan sounded from her mouth, as I saw her face crinkle in agony, tears stinging her eyes and falling slowly down her face. Seeing that I had hurt her, any sense of pleasure I had felt vanished. As I pulled myself out of her, my palm caressed her cheek, guilt flooding my chest.
"Do you want to stop?" I whispered to her.
She shook her head at me, almost disappointedly. "No," she murmured, her voice a little coarse. "I'm, I'm alright."
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
"I wouldn't know."
She spoke so softly I could barely hear her, and I wondered if she had intended for that bit to be inaudible.
I tried again, moving into her once more, but this time pushing slowly, my knuckles grazing her forehead while my body remained a hover over her.
Malon winced, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. More water poured from her eyes, and when I attempted to clean them, I was burned by the acidity. When I completely filled her, I stayed there, watching her, waiting for her to direct me.
I saw her throat move when she gulped, and with shut eyes she thrust her hips to hit against my pelvis. She continued to cry, the pain failing to leave her just yet. But perhaps she was more afraid to stop, now that we had gotten this far.
With a gentleness, she moved her body beneath me, and after a moment, I, too, had partaken in this erotic dance. We had merged into one existence—her body mine now, and mine hers. Her breasts pressed against me, her legs entangled in mine, her teeth biting into my shoulder, sinking deeper into my skin with each prolonged thrust.
If there was a way to describe how this felt—how my body shuddered as I moved with her, how she made me feel so invigorated and instantly addicted to this ferocious feeling. But I knew it did not feel the same for her. By the way she clung onto me, hugging my torso like a fearful child, I knew that all she felt was pain, waiting for it all to feel better.
I stopped moving after several minutes, remaining inside her. She was baffled by this, as her eyes opened slowly, yet a wince still present near her brows.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked her, though I already well knew it did.
With a slight pout to her lip, she nodded.
With a frown, I tried to think quickly of another means to attempt to please her, recalling conversations I had had with other boys in Castle Town, gossip I overheard in Kakariko Village bars. Yet, I didn't know what to do with her, how to help her feel less pain. I only had one idea.
"Turn around."
She only blinked. "What?"
When I separated from her, the girl finally exhaled, her chest rising and falling powerfully. Her moment of relax was just a brief one, though, as I gently cradled her in my arms, swiftly turning her so that she lied on her stomach. Making sure to give me several strange looks, Malon eventually complied, helping me with my efforts.
I pressed myself on her as I did before, embracing the sides of her waist, my mouth warming her shoulder blade. As she relaxed in this position, I made the movement to take her body from this stance, sliding myself inside her while holding her down, preventing her from jerking to her fullest potential.
Quietly, she whimpered, the hands over her head curling into fists. I saw her bite the skin of her forearm, eyes closed so violently as if someone had sewn her lids shut. From here, I held onto her, my body just as scared as hers, filling again with that exact rush of feelings I had experienced a moment ago.
I moved inside her, my hips gliding with the grace of a dancer, pulsing within her with a mighty vigor. She had groaned glumly for a few moments, but a change began to occur in her. As she relaxed into the pose, her grunts evolved into low moans, her legs further opening, back arching, derriere lifting to grant me further access.
It. Was. So. —Goddesses, there is no way to describe it! It was the first time I had ever done such a thing with a girl, and it felt so surreal that no words could grandly describe the emotions attached to it. Her body was so hot, I remember. And sweat had dripped from every patch of her skin. I would kiss her back, her shoulder, and down her arms while I held her, and her flesh tasted warm and salty. It was a conflicting taste, yet I craved it often after tasting it once.
She had begun to groan almost too loudly, slamming her fists on the mattress, her knees shaking while her mouth bit down into a blanket. She cursed under her breath, spilling the names of the goddesses, then saying my name repeatedly.
The pleasure had begin to fill her, for I could feel her contract direly around me, squeezing me to where I felt a small pain. And as her groans became more frequent and and intense, the faster I lunged, the thrusts of my body becoming more powerful, more prolonged. Too quickly did it all become chaotic—any sense of structure vanishing as I found myself shaking inside of her, moving faster and harder, holding her body more tightly.
All words, ideas, any sense of logic—it all left me. I knew nothing except this body, and how I became one with it, and conquered it. As I loomed over her shoulder, my mouth grazed her neck; and with dreamy eyes, she moved her face so that she could see me, and graciously, our lips met.
We kissed choppily, and very lightly, as she had been the one to swiftly plummet her face into the hard mattress, suddenly clutching at the thin bedsheets and her whole body starting to tremble like a home during an earthquake.
I didn't know what had come over her, what had brought on that lingering spasm of her body. For at least a dozen seconds she reacted this way, until at last she stopped, and lied like a lifeless heap on the bed.
Though she was still warm, and her breathing echoed. And never did I cease to keep the rhythm going, until at last I, too, began to shiver with such an intense swarm of pleasure that I lost myself for a moment.
I had escaped this—saw myself as a young child, in a tunic, with a fairy, and a smile on my face. During the climax of our feat, the image appeared briefly in my mind, reflecting the true source that I believed would dignify me, the one I inwardly knew that was not completely out of my reach.
But too quickly, did that vision blur away, and there I was left, lying down without movement on top of the farm girl, my breathing off beat with hers, so loud and audible I was surprised that Talon or Ingo had not heard.
After taking several breaths, I lifted myself off of her, the slickness of my skin gliding against hers, feeling like a drenched, defiled mess. Even my hair was slightly dampened with sweat, while I moved several strands behind my ears, my eyes searching for the ribbon that Malon had removed that held my hair back.
Unlike me, she did not sit up immediately. Moments passed, and she lied on her stomach, her back contracting and releasing as her breathing began to relax and return to a normal state. I fretted at her demeanor, wondering if she was crying, or had become upset with our actions, or perhaps was now trying to avoid me.
My fingers barely touched the small of her back before she stirred, her shoulders leading her up, body slowly turning until she faced me directly, eyes large and glimmering, expressionless. Our gazes matched, that they both held a sense of confusion and satisfaction, as well a deeply rooted fear.
We said nothing else that night. And I stayed with her briefly before I left her alone. Yet, while we lied in bed, I reached to hug her, holding her as if she were my mother, never wanting to let go.
And with a caress of my smooth cheek, she embraced me in return, holding me with the extent of her maternal instinct.
And briefy did the face of the princess tease my mind, to taunt me one last time, with a gleam of hope and sadness:
We will have our ending one day.
A/N: After a certain point, this story will turn into an adventure tale, to go along with Link's struggle to make sense of his life. I have planned many interesting twists and turns! PLEASSEEE review! I love reviews.
