[from Zelda's Journal #7: Research and Observations of Sexual Activities]

Methods

-Location: Vah Naboris, Spectacle Rock

-View to the west: sunset (superb), desert stars (unparalleled).

-Clothes (him): full desert voe armor (minus sword, shield, and bow)

-Clothes (me): newly purchased Gerudo outfit, including mid-drift revealing halter bodice (red), long skirt with high slit (red), kerchief (red, not new).

-Earlier in the day, Link collected a plush rug and far too many pillows (14) from Gerudo Town. He arranged them in a nest on the balcony of Vah Naboris, intending for us to sleep outside. It took him several trips to accomplish this.

Procedures

-My ears continued to be overly-sensitive. Perhaps I am suffering some nerve or neurological damage, as a side effect of my prolonged disembodiment during my time battling Ganon. Do other people do this? I will need to ask Urbos- Imp- Someone. Should I care that they are so sensitive? I certainly didn't when he took my earlobe into his mouth. He had me gasping and writhing so quickly that it was frankly absurd. Even though it was so very enjoyable, the reflex to pull away continued to be overwhelming. In order to continue the over-stimulation, he had to hold me in place, which was itself arousing. 6 out of 10.

-The high slit on my skirt provided easy access to my right leg. The leg naturally slipped from under the skirt, giving the illusion of a bared thigh. He showed extreme enthusiasm for touching said thigh. 3 out of 10.

-Despite the increased area of exposed skin, his hands still gravitated to my rear (see previous entries), which he explored with as much enthusiasm as he showed my bared thigh. I found it difficult not to rock my hips along with the gentle pulses of his hands. It was a bit like dancing in a way: a subtle, guiding movement, and my whole body would respond instinctively. I am aware that I should be embarrassed of these base reflexes, especially when they involve essentially rutting against his thigh, but he seemed to enjoy my response, obviously encouraging it. Besides which, it was enjoyable and within the bounds of The Rules. 7 out of 10.

-The new skit also provided easy contact of my bared thigh with his bared torso when I sat atop him. This simulated nudity, which was much appreciated. 5 out of 10.

-It was more difficult (although still would not be impossible) to reveal my left leg through the slit, as this would require a conscious effort to move aside the skirt's front fabric, violating Rule 1: Clothes Stay On. *Note: Brainstorm how to accomplish this*

-I was quite excited to explore his bared chest (see previous entries). This was my first opportunity to do so, given Rule 1. His skin had a higher temperature than I was expecting. He had light definition of both pectoral and abdominal muscles. There was no difference in texture between scarred tissue and non-scarred tissue, although several of the scars were slightly indented, thus delineating them from the skin surrounding them by touch alone.

-My intention was to kiss down his chest (see previous entries re: his licking my abs and possible reciprocity, re: the unfairness of Rule 1), and he seemed agreeable (tipping his head back, closing his eyes, his respiratory rate increasing). Half way to my destination, I had the unplanned thought to kiss his nipple, which received an instant and unexpected positive reaction. Given the positive critique, I chose to linger over said area, adding the use of tongue and suction, both also to enthusiastic approval. I had never seen him so aroused so abruptly—his back arched and he became much more vocal (mostly groans, but also affirmative approvals, my name, and expletives). He held the back of my head to encourage me to continue. His obvious pleasure (or perhaps more accurately, the knowledge that I was the one to provide that pleasure) increased my own arousal. 5 out of 10, although he would most likely have rated the experience much higher. Perhaps this is what he felt when he lavished my ears with attention. I wonder if my own nipples would be so sensitive. Hopefully tonight's experiments will lead to a reexamination of Rule 2: Link Does Not Touch Zelda's Chest.

I suppose without frustrating restrictions, one cannot invent creative solutions.

But I digress.

-The desert voe pants were made of thinner material than his usual trousers. This made it much easier to observe his state of arousal. As I kissed his chest, I made sure to rest some of my weight against his groin, to provide him with some friction.

-As I still had an experiment in mind (re: licking of abs), and his enjoyment seemed to reach of point of diminishing return, I continued lower on his body. My kisses were quite sloppy by this point, and I wonder if perhaps more dry, teasing kisses would provide a different stimulus than the constant press of my tongue dragging down his torso. I was excited to reach his abdominal muscles and show them the same attention I showed his nipple, when he gave yet another unanticipated response: His whole body tensed, and he curled in on himself and said, "Wait, wait, wait," and took hold of my shoulders and guided me back up his body. He seemed panicked, and said, "You don't have to do that."

-At that moment, I was focused on my impending experiment, and I did not understand then that he assumed I was preparing to orally stimulate his genitals, breaking both Rule 1 and by necessity Rule 3: No Hands Touching Genitals (even through clothes). Instead I told him that I wanted to, to which he said he didn't want me to feel used or to hurt me, at which point I gave him a withering look and told him to just let me lick his abs already. He blushed a deep red and said, "Oh," and I finally realized our miscommunication. I gently explained my objective, and he looked so relieved that I held back offering to orally stimulate his genitals.

-Stroking my tongue deep into the abdominal muscles in a repeated, upward stroke, resulted in his hips canting along with the motion. I held him still with a hand low on his hip a hand on the inside of his thigh, spreading his legs so I fit between them. I believe this must have been evocative of the situation he first envisioned. He reached over his head and grabbed the pillows behind him (I assume so he would not grab my hair).

-He attempted to stop our activities again, explaining, "Zelda, we're in the desert. I can't wash my pants," but we were both breathless and swept up in the moment, so he only made it as far as to pull me up from his navel before we were kissing again, and I resumed rutting, now against his wonderful abs which were by then slick with saliva and sweat. (8 out of 10)

-He pulled his head back with a hiss, although his hands did not release my thigh and my rear, and his hips continued rolling. He expressed that he was very close to climax and did not find the prospect of ejaculating in his pants to be a desirable one. As stopping our activities seemed an outrageous and unobtainable endeavor, and as I was not thinking with a clear head, I said, "Use this," and tore off my kerchief. This was a risk as my hair is still unattractive, and it's not one of my nicer kerchiefs (though that might be to its benefit now), and perhaps this violated Rule 1. He lost the ability to form complete sentences ("Holy [expletive]—Zelda, You—Oh Goddess, [expletive]—"). He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and groaned, until I sucked his lower lip out from between his teeth. He tore the kerchief from my hand, kissed me rapturously, and redoubled his efforts to please me with his mouth on my ear and one hand tangled in my hair and one on my rear, with my thigh skin-to-skin against his side as I rolled against the abdominal muscles I've been pining after.

-(10 out of 10)

-While I was boneless and seeing stars, he flipped us and hovered over me. Then (to use his phrase) he took care of himself. I could only see the corollary motions to his main activity: the movement of his upper arm, the rolling movements of his shoulder, the quickening of his breath. But it was more arousing than expected, especially since I was already satisfied. It may have had something to do with how he held eye contact until the very end.

-He folded up my kerchief with reverence, kissed me with a moan, and whispered, "Thank you." Then he hid the kerchief away somewhere out of sight. *Note: Have some sort of basket or other receptacle ready for next time.*

-He groaned when I pulled away from him to reach out of our nest of pillows, then again when he saw this journal, but then he snuggled against my side without further complaint and went to sleep while I wrote. He seemed to have accepted that I need to write my field notes after our activities. Perhaps he observed the improvements since I began recording and analyzing our experiments, and he finally realized that such improvements benefit him.

Conclusions

-Is my kerchief attractive? I didn't think it was, but now I'm questioning. I don't understand it. Perhaps I'm misinterpreting his response. Do I need nicer kerchiefs?

-I don't think Link realizes how many of his formal mannerisms persist from Before. He would probably not be happy to hear it. Come to think of it, I'm not all that ecstatic about them either. I find it strange that this is the moment where he insists on following Rules invented to impose propriety. More than that, it seems as though he believes these rules will protect me from him, as if I still need to maintain a chaste reputation and as if he is at all capable of mistreating me. Of course, I hope he relaxes, but if these are the boundaries he needs in order to feel comfortable, I will, of course, respect them.

-He should wear the desert voe outfit at all times from this moment forth. He is never allowed to change clothes again. We will never again leave the desert. We live on Vah Noboris now. I see no reason for us to ever leave ever.