AN:

Warning: chapter is not safe for kiddos, though I am well aware that you will probably read it anyway.

Second Warning: I am a sad, lonely virgin who has never even been on a date. Also, American Sex Ed sucks. What I know of sex comes from other fanfics, tumblr, Planned Parenthoood's website, and my friends who have had sex. So this should be interesting.

Still not Nintendo.

If you don't want to read the smut, just skip this chapter.

By the time my husband and I finish the bottle we are at least tipsy. We aren't so drunk that we can't walk straight, and we're not going to remember this in the morning, but anything holding us back from each other is loooooooooong gone.

Currently, we are still spread out on the rug by the fire, with the last remnants of champagne in our glasses and the cake and fruit basically gone. "Better?"

"Extremely, though I do not envy myself in the morning."

"It shouldn't be too bad." He promises.

"I don't believe you. I don't have a very high tolerance."

"You're small, it makes since that you wouldn't." We sit quietly for a while longer, watching the flames and internally debating what to do next. Then, suddenly, my husband picks up the empty champagne flutes, bottle, and plates and walks over to the large table, placing them where they won't break, before returning to me with a determined look in his eye which excites me.

He leans in and begins to kiss me. His kisses are gentle and soft, not what I was expecting. He's kneeling and I'm sitting, so he pulls me up by my shoulders and pulls me towards him tightly. That's closer to what I was expecting.

His lips move from my mouth to my cheek to my ear and down to my neck. I gasp slightly, he hasn't done this before. He chuckles against my skin and begins to lightly suck just below my ear. I gasp again. This should be fun. I tangle my hands in his hair and pull him closer to me.

He works his way down my neck and to the collar of my robe. He pulls back and looks me in the eye. I nod, and he slips the robe off my shoulder and resumes his onslaught on my neck. My breath quickens with each moment and each time he finds somewhere particularly sensitive it is taken away.

I want to try something. I lightly lick the tip of his ear, and he freezes. His immediate reaction spurs my confidence and I begin to tease his neck like he has done to me. I see his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back slightly. Good. I make my way around his neck and jawline, paying particular attention to anywhere that gives me a greater reaction. Though he does not seem to be as sensitive as I am, he does have a fair amount of points that make him jump.

He then tilts me over, picking me up so that my shins and feet are not stuck beneath us and looms over me. I gently place my hand on his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss my palm. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He assures me as he leans over to kiss me properly. I clutch onto his shirt collar and pull him as close to me as possible.

"We should probably go to a bedroom." I don't particularly feel like losing my virginity on the floor.

"Which one?"

"I don't care." I kiss his neck again, breathless. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the closer door. Alright, my room. I continue to kiss his neck and jawline and feel a slight rumble from him. I focus my efforts on that spot and feel his arms shake.

"Let me put you down first. I don't want to drop you." I stop sucking on his neck, and he places me down on the bed. My robe has come mostly undone, and he can see almost everything underneath. His breathing gets funny, and he looks ready to tackle me. He takes his robe off, and I decide that I am done waiting and pull him down with me.

He makes a noise comparable to a yelp, and I laugh before latching my lips back to that spot on his jaw. I feel him slowly work my robe from my shoulders and start pulling his shirt up his back. I release his jaw to fully pull the bothersome fabric off of him.

He takes this opportunity to fully remove my robe and I am left in whatever this is. It must be the shortest nightgown I have ever worn. I would honestly consider it a blouse more than a dress. It stops at the middle of my thigh, though it has ridden up and he can see the majority of my legs. One of the thin ribbons holding it up has fallen off and hangs around my bicep.

One of his calloused hands starts off at my shoulder and glides down my side until it lands at my waist. His hand slips under my back and he pulls me closer to him.

I hear him gasp slightly as our hips touch, and he begins to feel for the bottom of my skirt. He manages to grab my bottom in the process. I gasp loudly at the surprise, and he chuckles heartily. Two can play at that game. I arch my body to be flush to his and he moans slightly. Now it is my turn to laugh. He takes this opportunity to grab onto the hem of my dress and looks at me. "May I?"

Don't think.

I don't verbally reply, can't bring myself to do it, but I nod and sit up. He slowly pulls the dress up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but Urbosa's gift.

I fear that my poor husband may have stopped breathing entirely. "Link?"

"Remind me to thank Urbosa." No! But before I can protest he's kissing me again.

I moan as he drags his lips over my skin. I run my fingers through his hair as he eventually makes his way down to my chest, still covered by the white garb. His confidence seems to have grown, but he still asks for my permission. He seems focused. His warm hands hold onto my breasts, gently massaging them. He gauges my reactions and focuses on my nipples. Even with the fabric between our skin I still gasp and moan.

He looks like he's debating something and then places his hand at the bottom of my breasts, right on the hem. I nod slightly and he begins to pull the lacy fabric up off of my breasts. I hear him mutter something as my chest comes into full view. I sit up and finish taking the itchy fabric off.

I swear I hear him mutter, "The Goddesses have blessed me."

My cheeks heat up, even in my inebriated state, my modesty is still somewhat intact.

Apparently, he notices because he is soon kissing me again, distracting me from having my chest bare to a man for the first time. My erect nipples rub against his skin, causing us both to moan slightly. I run my hands over his torso, feeling each muscle constrict and loosen beneath my touch, each scar that he earned from his years as a knight.

He's exploring me in a similar way, warm hands fondling my breasts, and he breaks our intense lip-lock. He stares at me intently, and then his mouth is on my breast.

I moan loudly, which spurs him on as he lathers my chest with attention. Goddesses above, I was not aware that this would feel so good.

He releases my right breast and starts focusing on the left. The sudden coldness on the wetness he left behind causes me to wiggle slightly as my nipple somehow erects itself more.

He licks and nips and sucks on my breasts until I am sure I have a bruise forming. Not that I am complaining, of course. The heat forming between my thighs is proof enough that I am enjoying it.

Though I am pretty sure that I might pull his hair out with how much I have tugged at it.

He moves farther down my body, nipping at each of my hipbones and looks me in the eye once again. I know he wants to take my last remaining article of clothing off, but why did he move his head down so far?

Don't think.

I nod, despite my slightly confusion. Now I am completely bare to him. His breathing gets funny as he looks over my naked body. "You're so beautiful." He lunges up and kisses my lips.

I then have the realization that he is still clothed. I somehow roll us over so that he is lying on his back with me straddling him. His eyes grow wide, and he doesn't seem to know how that happened.

I shift away from him and begin undoing his trousers. I manage to get them down to his knees before he kicks them off. He still has his underwear on, but I quickly rectify that and almost wish I hadn't.

I know about male genitalia. I researched many different animals, I had to know something. But diagrams and having the actual thing in front of you are completely different. His erect penis stands perpendicular to his lying body. It's veiny and a different color than the rest of his skin. I'm not going to sit here and measure his penis, but it appears to be of average size. I probably shouldn't analyze it.

Oh Hylia, this is going to be interesting. I look at my husband's face, he's as red as I was when he rid me of all of my clothing.

Don't think.

I promptly straddle his abdomen and kiss his mouth, making sure to keep distance between our um...private parts.

He rolls us back over and his kisses get stronger, more possessive.

Don't think.

I wrap my arms tightly around his back and arc up slightly to meet him. He tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth.

He starts to kiss his way down my body, stopping at my breasts as he places a hand on my...screw it...on my vulva. I whimper slightly as he inserts a finger into me. My body immediately convulses at the new sensation.

Don't think.

He becomes more confident and begins rocking two of his fingers in and out of me, still lavishing my breasts with attention. I feel some strange tightening in my abdomen the longer he does this. But something's telling me that it just isn't enough. He lightly runs his thumb around my vulva, like he's looking for something.

It seems that Link can sense that something is wrong because he pulls away from my chest and looks at my face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I assure him. "Nothing is wrong."

"What do you want me to do?"

I wrack my brain for things Urbosa and the older maids told me are enjoyable. Nothing. My mind is completely blank. Well, I'm not overthinking anything.

"There's something that I would like to try, if you don't mind." I give my consent, and he kisses further down my body, still pumping his fingers in and out of me, though he has added a third finger.

He kisses around my thighs, and I realize what he wants to try. A million concerns begin to cross my mind.

What if I smell weird?

What if I taste bad?

What about my pubic hair? That can't feel good on his face. What if some get in his mouth? That's gross.

What is this going to feel like?

DON'T THINK!

He carefully licks the outside of my vagina, and I shudder. Somehow this feels better than his fingers did. He seems to know just what to do as he licks deeper and deeper into my body.

He uses one hand to spread out my lips and the other one reaches for my hand. I gladly interlock our fingers and give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Despite seeming to know what to do, there is a fair amount of inexperience. His licks are not very confident, and he keeps looking up at me for confirmation.

He eventually gets the hang of it. Once he discovers my clitoris I am basically done. My body goes limp as he focuses his efforts on that bundle of nerves. His arms go under my legs to angle my body better and grabs onto my hips. Goddesses this is glorious.

My hips begin to move of their own accord, attempting to get somehow closer to him.

I am briefly able to open my eyes and just see his shaggy head of hair between my thighs. Some part of me believes that it is the greatest sight I have ever seen.

My body begins to tense and I feel that knot in my stomach tightening. Unintelligible words start flowing from my mouth. I am sure some of them are his name.

And suddenly the knot feels like it broke. I feel my entire being relax and I feel as though I may sink into the bed. He keeps his mouth on me until my orgasm runs out. "Stop."

"What?" He pulls away from me, panicked.

"Sorry, just suddenly I feel really sensitive um down there." I pull him by the arm down on top of me and kiss him soundly. Our necklaces uncomfortably pressed between us. I pull at the chains, taking the charms from between us.

"I take it that you enjoyed that?" He laughs as I nibble on his earlobe.

"Yes, I did." I take his earrings off and place them on the bedside table, before tugging on the flesh they once occupied with my teeth.

"Are you um..." I feel the heat coming off of his face as he assaults my neck.

"Yes." I gulp. "I am ready. Are you?"

He laughs slightly. "Haven't you ever heard that the wedding is for the bride and the wedding night is for the groom?"

He begins to kiss me again as we laugh, fondling my nipple as he aligns our bodies. I still feel rather drained from my orgasm, but my muscles tense. "Relax."

I breathe in deeply a few times and force my muscles to relax. He lightly traces my face with his fingers as he waits for my okay.

Don't think.

I nod to him and hold onto his cheek, leading his mouth to mine.

I feel his hand slowly guide his erect member between my folds. His hand stays down there as he slowly fits himself inside of me.

This is odd. I feel myself stretching internally. It doesn't hurt exactly. I guess my hymen isn't an issue.

Not that it feels like the greatest thing in the world, that is.

It just feels kind of strange. Though my husband seems to enjoy it, he shivers and releases my lips as he moans. "Zelda."

He's staying still, probably for my benefit. I experimentally raise my hips, and it draws him in deeper. He groans loudly, and his head drops into the crook of my neck. "You can move."

"You sure?" I nod. He starts moving slowly in and out. His breathing is heavy, and I know that this isn't going to last long. "What can I do? What can I do to make this better for you?"

"I don't know." I admit. He ducks his head down a little bit more and begins sucking on my neck and throat. I moan softly mostly to make him feel better. He moves his hand down to where we are joined and lightly presses around my clitoris. My eyes flutter shut, and I gasp.

"That better?"

"Nayru yes." He presses harder on my clitoris and slightly picks up speed. Though the knot in my stomach doesn't tie up again, this feels incredible.

He speeds up slightly, and it starts to feel better like inside. I arc my back and press our chests together.

"I'm...I'm not going to...last much longer." He informs me.

"It's fine." I pant.

"Fuck." He pants into my neck. Any other time I would have scolded him.

Sometime later, I'm not really sure, he collapses on top of me, releasing his...sperm into me. His breath hot and wet against my throat.

"Did you?"

"No, but I'm fine. I'm fine."

He perches his chin on the top of my breast and smiles at me. The boyish grin on his face is not one I've seen before. Normally even his smiles are serious. He can be silly from time to time, always when we're alone, but it's still rare. His hair sticks to his forehead and he reaches up to cup my cheek in his hand.

I nuzzle his palm slightly and brush the tawny hair from his face. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He smiles. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You've done more than enough." I promise. Somehow, he pulls himself up to my face and kisses me.

AN:

I done did it! They done did it!