Shine a Light on the Darkness

by Cosmic Sky

Ivy's existence as a cursed one, a blight upon the world itself. Link's was a beacon of light whose role was to banish the darkness. They were utterly incompatible, yet together they'd roamed the land. They'd become allies, friends even...but that wasn't enough for either of them. Ivy didn't think light shined on people like her, but Link did, and he would prove it to her.

Hey, everyone. First time writing for Soul Calibur, another long-running franchise featuring some things that I love: cool swords, fierce battles, memorable characters, and a great way to pass time. I played it a few times myself years back and I'm happy that the series is still going strong. Another thing I love about it is being a fighting game, it's willing to indulge in guest fighters, the GameCube version particularly featuring Link. He will be half of the focus of this story, and the other half will be series poster girl Ivy.

Yep, a lemon between the two. It's a little surprising to me that there hasn't been one already, but here I am writing what looks to be the first.

For those who've read my Link/Cia story, "Illuminating the Heart's Darkness", this shouldn't be too surprising as I hinted at a story featuring the two of them. Here it is; expect all the smutty and sexy action you'd expect from a lady like Ivy getting to cut loose with a man who's earned her respect and affection. First off with some preface, this story obviously takes place after his Soul Calibur II, which will include the leading lady herself. Hope you all enjoy!

I do not own anything.

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Shine a Light on the Darkness

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Hero.

It was a word that carried a great amount of weight to it. To be called a hero was a great honor, though some would also say that it was a great form of insult. Particularly used by those who stood opposite of the side of the good.

Frankly, Ivy didn't care. She was not on the side of good and righteousness, though she cared little for the side of evil, even though the latter was what she'd been born from. She was a blight, a stain, a cursed child borne from a dark power that spread its wicked influence across the land. Ivy sought that power out, though not for her own personal gain; often, people had a hard time believing that. It wasn't hard to see why as Ivy cared little for explaining herself to others, or letting them get close enough to know her. She didn't need friends or allies, all she needed was for people to get out of her way so she could accomplish her goal. More often than not, they needed to be moved, so Ivy moved them herself, and thought no more of them as they lay rumbled up on the ground, at times lying in a pool of their own blood.

With such an attitude, it was only natural that she'd come into conflict with one who carried the title of "hero". To them, she was another evil that they were duty-bound to cut down. Unwilling to die for their so-called justice, Ivy resolved to cut them down first. Kill or be killed, that was the way of the world, and no amount of heroism would ever be enough to change that. Still, some persisted because just as she was driven by her goals, so too were these people who were called heroes.

Ivy saw that same drive in the blue eyes of the green-clad warrior who stared her down, sword and shield at the ready. Though he was young, his eyes were those of a man, a battle-tested warrior. At least that meant that he would give her some semblance of a challenge.

In the end, he ended up giving her a hell of a lot more than that.

Blood dripped from their faces and their bodies, numerous cuts and gashes littering their bodies. Pools of red had formed around them. Their respective blades lay embedded in the ground, the steel running red with the blood of the other.

"Who are you?" Ivy barked, the coldness in her voice belaying the curiosity the swordsman had provoked in her.

In spite of his injuries, he stood up, standing a rather impressive five-foot nine, just an inch shooter than her, albeit she did go into battle wearing heels. His green tunic was stained dark shades in several places; a nasty gash ran across his right cheek, almost to the bridge of his nose. Amazingly throughout the fun, his funny-shaped hat had managed to stay on his head. The damn thing seemed the most durable part of his clothing.

His eyes were amongst the most fascinating part of his anatomy to her. They were blue like hers, but in contrast to the icy coldness her radiated, his were warm-like a fire that could burn with warmth and determination. "My name is Link Carolan, warrior of Hyrule and chosen one of the Golden Goddesses." A sudden wind blew across the ravaged plains as if to accent his introduction. "I'm…not from around here."

And whatever dramatic tension he'd built up, he diminished by his own hand.

Ivy raised an eyebrow, her eyes flickering to his ears. Their pointed nature was amongst one of the first things she noticed about him, and they were a clear sign that he wasn't entirely human. "Hyrule…I've never heard of a country by that name on any continent on this earth."

"Like I said, I'm not from around here." He repeated, sounding slightly more casual than before. It was clear that this wasn't his first time giving this introduction, and having it questioned.

The pieces immediately started to formulate within the countess' head. "…You're not from this world, are you?"

In spite of the fact that they'd just spent the last near hour trying to kill each other, the boy laughed. "No, I'm-!"

She sensed the hostile intent a mere second after him. Gripping her sword, she swung Valentine about in a wide arc, the segmented blade detaching and elongating. It cut through the warped flesh of the Malfested with ease.

As did the blond warrior known as Link's sword. Nay, it didn't just cut through them, out of the corner of her eye, Ivy saw how the sword burned them. That power that it carries, the power that he carries…could he possibly be…some type of holy swordsman? As much as Ivy wanted to give the subject some serious thought, the situation at hand wouldn't allow for that. Malfested had moved upon them like a pack of vultures drawn to a carcass. That's probably what they were hoping to find either that or a half-dead corpse that they could easily finish off. Summoning what remained of her strength, she whipped her sword about, cutting down numerous monstrous creatures.

Across from her, she saw he boy now identified as Link doing the same. It seemed he still had quite a bit of energy left to burn after going head-to-head with her. Ivy was further impressed by his ability.

Seeing that their prey wouldn't be so easy to bring down, the Malfested threw caution to the wind and came at them in droves. Their wicked howls rolled across the grassy plains that had become the final stage of the battle between the two.

"At least we're far away from the town." Link muttered after executing a spin slash that took down five Malfested in a single strike.

"Bah, it's possible that some of these Malfested are from the town, no doubt lying in wait for us." Ivy snapped, wrangling a Malfested and using it as an unwilling flail. Upon releasing it, she brought down a mystical blade of energy that split the creature's skull-like head.

"Then it's a good thing they came after us instead of attacking the town." He responded without missing a beat.

The alchemist stared at him as if he'd grown a second head, then she scowled. It shouldn't have been surprising that's how he interpreted this situation. Fine, let him follow whatever heroics he pleases, so long as he doesn't get in my way.

It became evident very quickly that the Malfested numbered in the dozens, multiple packs that had come together just to hunt them. Ivy felt a sickening sense of honor, Link felt a sense of annoyance and genuine worry. He knew this situation wasn't one to be taken likely as he was running at half-strength aft the battle with the whip-sword user. His eyes occasionally flickered to her, and her eyes flickered to him.

Neither of them said a word as they gradually found themselves back-to-back, surrounded by the small legion of Malfested, each howling for their blood. Ivy cracked her sword; there would be bleed shed, cursed blood, but not hers. Not yet.

"Stay close to me." Called the boy from the land known as Hyrule.

A snappy comment immediately built up within her mouth and nearly burst out. She was cut off by the sudden burst of light that zipped past her and rose above her. Icy blue eyes looked up to see a sparkling ball of pinkish light flying around her. Those eyes widened as she recognized exactly what they were.

"T-T-That's…that's a-" Ivy babbled, half unable to believe that she was babbling in the first place. Just as she felt herself getting a grip to speak again, she felt it-the light particles seeping into her skin. With them came energy, renewal, the return of the strength she'd expended in fighting the green-clad swordsman who now stood at her back. Ivy knew that he was feeling these effects as well.

"By the way, you never told me your name." He called.

As the energy sipped into her. Ivy stared down at her left hand, flexing the gauntlet-covered palm and fingers. Falling into a battle-ready position, she glared with cold malice at the atrocious monsters in front of her. "Ivy." Her voice was cold as the blade she wielded. "My name is Ivy Valentine."

Now knowing who the other was, the two sword fighters sprung into action against the monsters surrounding them. Their respective blades flashed like bolts of lightning, one carrying a whitish-blue glow and the other a purple hue. So opposite, yet together, they cut through the twisted flesh of the Malfested with rapid speed and efficiency.

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The harmonious melody both roused Ivy and deepened her sleep. She was caught between two competing impulses-to remain asleep and to wake up. Both seemed so enticing, sleep was tranquil and blissful, yet she also felt an urgency to rise and face the day. There was an unknown energy brimming within her and Ivy felt ready to burn that energy. The two impulses fought one another until one of them finally triumphed.

Her eyes fluttered open, the world in front of her a hazy blur of colors. Gradually, focus brought order and details.

She was wrong in wanting to rise to meet a new day, it was night. Through the glass window she was facing a multitude of stars hanging in the sky along with the silver curve of a crescent moon. Ivy blinked in surprise as the last time she'd opened her eyes, she believed it to have been morning; she remembered the rise of the morning sun. Staring at the moon, she recalled the glow of the morning sun, and then it all came back to her.

"Link!" Shouted the aristocrat, bolting up and triggering pain throughout her body.

"Ivy! Ivy, don't move! You're still healing!" Shouted the blond warrior, sheathing his ocarina to tend to her.

Ah, of course that's what it was. That precious ocarina, the Ocarina of Time. When she learned he was something of a musician, Ivy wasn't exactly surprised. He had that look to him, that soft, gentleness that gave way to the musical arts. In his case, it went a step further in that he was not only a gifted musician, but a magical one as well. The songs he could play on his ocarina, and the he could play on other instruments could produce a number of wondrous effects, including healing of the body and mind. Such effects even worked on Ivy…to an extended.

As she leaned back into the pain, the bolts of pain died down. She begrudgingly admitted that she wasn't going anywhere until probably noon of the next day. Looking around, she recognized her surroundings as belonging to that of an inn. No surprise Link had procured a place for her to rest and recover. She was equally unsurprised to find that he'd chosen to tend to her instead of going after Soul Edge, the accursed weapon that had caused so much misery.

Whatever anger she should have felt at the missed opportunity was smothered by something else, a strange and ethereal feeling that came over her as she looked to Link. She was happy that he wasn't wearing his green cap, letting his blond spikes stick out. Ivy wouldn't dare say it, but…he was a handsome young man, a handsome and kind-hearted one. It was laughable to think that he'd survived this long in such a cruel and horrific world, but she knew behind his looks lay a heart that was battle-tested.

"Ivy," he called, his eyes shimmering with naked concern.

"Don't look at me like that. I told you, I shall not expire before I have completed my mission." Impulse told her to look away from him, away from those bright blue eyes so unlike her own. They were warm and inviting, a complete contrast to hers. She tried not to look at them, yet that's what she ended up doing. "So, I've been out almost the entire day?"

"Pretty much. I did the best I could until the town doctors could treat you." Ivy's eyes widened as his explanation. Link smirked. "Their way of paying us back for saving them." The alchemist's eyes remained wide, then her trademark pride seized her, causing her to turn her head to the side. Laughing, the Hylian leaned back and crossed his arms and legs. "See what happens when you're a little nice to people?"

"You're thirty years too early to be lecturing me, boy." She sniped. "Did they give you a timeframe for when I will be fit to travel again?"

"We can leave by tomorrow…but I think we should stay through tomorrow." He answered. In spite of his laid-back posture, his words had a hardness to them; he was ready to fight her on this. Contrary to that hardness, he looked to her with a softened gaze. "They're willing to put us up for a couple of days, and we could use the rest. Us and everyone else."

Ivy's still refused to meet his stare. Looking up to the moon and stars, she fervently questioned how she'd gone from operating as a lone agent to now being part of some sort of loose coalition of warriors all seeking to destroy Soul Edge for whatever reason. Several of them had fought each other, Ivy included as she had no desire to work with hers. The wicked sword was a part of her and thus it was her duty to end it, hers and hers alone. Or at least, that's what she originally thought. By some twist of fate, two weeks ago, she'd met this strange youth from another world. He'd interrupted her while she was in the midst of one of her hunts, standing in defense of those bearing tainted blood like herself.

And in the blink of an eye, he went from staying against her to standing in defense of her. All it took was a fight, being forced to fight together, two long talks, another fight, a rescue, and finally one well cooked meal. The latter had turned into several, and several talks had ensued in which she'd learned much about the man known as Link. She learned of the land he came from, Hyrule, a land dominated by three golden goddesses who bestowed their world with the power of the Triforce, a divine power that could make and unmake the world at its owners behest. Ivy had to admit, she was sorely tempted to research the matter; she wasn't at all surprised to learn that it'd been sought after by hundreds, all for the sake of doing what they would with the power of the gods. The story was oh so familiar, yet she was genuinely surprised to learn that the goddess empowered a champion to stand against the darkness.

How ironic it was that latest champion had formed an alliance with her, a woman cursed by the darkness.

"Link," she called. Ivy hated how over the course of two weeks, it was becoming easier and easier for her to lose herself in his warm blue eyes. How long had it been since anyone had looked at her with such kindness and concern, both of which she was undeserving of. "I suppose…we can stay tomorrow. You are right, we can take this as an opportunity to rest and resupply ourselves."

She half-expected him to jump for joy like a child. He merely grinned and laughed; Ivy found herself chuckling, somewhat impressed by his controlled response. "Link, are you alright?"

"I'm the one who should be asking you that question." His expression turned dark as the memory of the early morning flashed through his mind. Ivy had spent most of the day asleep, passed out from the pain of nearly being bisected from the shoulder to the waist. The pain had been positively incredible, though Link had been pained as well. She'd taken a blow meant for him, and he was clearly wrestling with the guilt of that. "Ivy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to take that attack for me. I-"

"Silence." Her command was soft, little more than a whisper in spite of her intent being to silence him. He obeyed. "The act that I committed was not made in the spur of the moment, I was in full command of my actions." Was she trying to convince him or herself? "I knew that if you fell…your land would lose its greatest hero…and I would lose a…valuable ally. These things I could not allow to happen, so I acted to ensure that they didn't. It was my choice." Ivy could feel the growing beating of her heart. She tried to quell it, yet her efforts were futile. Realizing she couldn't fight it, she chose to ignore it. "Link…should I ever be in that position again…I will make the same decision."

His eyes widened, and his cheeks reddened. Ivy dearly wished that she could peer into his head and know what he was thinking. Never had she been so keen to know another's thoughts.

The Hylian inhaled through his nose and looked straight at her. Link reached out and took hold of her left arm, the arm normally protected by her gauntlet. That piece of armor along with her trusted sword lay off to the side on a table; at least she knew her belongs were safe. She trusted Link to look after them, just as she trusted him to take care of his own equipment. His armory of weapons and tools were one of the reasons she'd agreed to travel with him, Link's array of mystical weapons and equipment were a great boon in her quest, not to mention they were remarkable sources of research. His world was one brimming with magic.

Somewhere within her, Ivy nurtured the ludicrous thought of journeying to his homeland to see it for herself. It was such an insane thought, but it was one her mind couldn't help but nurture.

"Ivy," Link called. "Next time, if our roles are reversed…I'm going to do the same to you. I'm not going to let you die, I'm not going to let you kill anyone who doesn't deserve it, and I'm not going to let you kill yourself trying to correct something that you had no control over."

Her grip on his hand tightened, but it wasn't out of anger. Ordinarily, a fire rebuff would have came after such a speech, but Ivy's eyes twinkled with something she hadn't felt in years.

"Why, Link?" She simply asked.

His bright smile seemed able to outshine the moon and stars behind her. "Because you're my friend, Ivy, and I'm going to stick with you to the end."

Silence passed between the two. Slowly, Ivy joined the Hylian in smiling. It wasn't a smile of resignation or sadness, but one of genuine joy; Ivy hadn't smiled that way in a long time, ages in fact. She thought that she'd lost her ability to, but Link brought it back.

"I'll go get you something to eat." He spoke.

"No, not yet. You may eventually, but…Link, could you…play your ocarina for me?" Ivy knew of the shyness that had crept into her voice. She sounded like a smitten child; she refused to believe that's what she was, that's what she was becoming. Not for this boy, this strange swordsman who was an icon of good.

He was too much for her, he was more than she deserved in a companion. In spite of that, she enjoyed his presence, greatly; her enjoyment had grown by the day, and it would continue to in the future.

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Link could feel Ivy's gaze on him, a constant icy sting that continuously jabbed at the base of his neck. It made him hyper alert, and feel like if he didn't do something, the results weren't going to be pretty. The problem was his mind was scrambling to figure out exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing.

From the recesses of his mind, the answer came to him.

It was so simple he was surprised it'd flown completely over his head. Then again, it also came with its fair share of risks, and he had no way of knowing if Ivy would accept it.

From the same recesses that had coughed up the answer came another hard-hitting truth, if Ivy didn't want to dance with him, then why was she glaring daggers at him as he danced with Cassandra. She hadn't seem to noticed the cold glare of the aristocratic woman. Or maybe she did and was just refusing to let it get to her. Link sorely wished that he could have that same fortitude.

Unfortunately, any attempts to build it up crumbled as he came eye-to-eye with Ivy on the sidelines.

She was doing her best to look disinterested, but Link could easily see through her façade.

Dammit, just do it! Ask her! What's the worse she can do? Turn you down in front of everyone?! His inner voice snapped. The thing was, Link wasn't worried at what she would do so much was what he would do. There was a difference between being close to someone in battle…and being close to them while dancing. The latter was a helluva lot more intimate; intimacy with the silver-haired alchemist is what he'd been craving through. Practically everyone had commented on it from Kilik to Seong Mi-Na to shy Xianghua to even Sophitia, who subtly encouraged him to make a move.

Two months of fighting and roughly living together, of getting to know each other…was him growing closer to her so hard to fathom? Was it hard to fathom him falling for her? Ivy had sworn a vow of celibacy on account of her cursed blood so…

But surely that doesn't exclude a simple dance, does it? Even amongst the public?

Originally, Link had pressed her into coming to this celebration held for them, their little ragtag group which had came together to fight off Nightmare and legions of his Malfested. That had been two days ago, during which they'd helped the city recover, aiding in search and rescue and medical care, including Ivy.

He heard whispers from the others of how the "old Ivy", would have chased after Nightmare without a moment's hesitation instead of staying behind to help them. When he was present, everyone would look at him and grin.

"Woah, Link. It appears your divine power is stronger than we originally thought!"

"You've cast a light on her heart, one that's allowed it to open up again."

"Uh, hey, Link?" His dance partner called. His blue eyes met Cassandra's. "Not to be rude, but…I'm…uh-"

"Tired of dancing?" He politely offered. "Yeah, don't worry, I know this isn't really your thing. Truth be told, it's not mine's either."

"Oh, thank you for understanding!" The younger Alexandra shouted. "Um, to be honest, I don't think it's Ivy's either, but I…think she wants to be your dance partner instead of me." Ah, so she hadn't been blind to the alchemist's invisible glare. Cassandra tapped him on the side of the arm. "Go for it! You're the only person she seems to really like, so do it! Go claim your woman!"

The Greek girl left the Hylian standing there with a blushing face. He whipped it aside to look at Ivy, not realizing he should have been trying to fight it. Unfortunately, his eyes locked with Ivy's. Confusion briefly colored the alchemist's face, then she whipped her head to the side, clearly trying to play her feelings off.

Link nervously scratched the back of his head as several other women began to make their way toward him. Some of them were nobility like Ivy, and were chopping at the bit for the chance to dance with him. For some, it was the opportunity to dance with him a second and even a third time. He hadn't meant to become so popular with the opposite sex, but that's how things were unfolding. Link knew he probably should have turned these ladies down, but that would have been impolite, especially when some of them came from families that could help or hinder their journey.

Oh well, this is how-

"Ahem!" Boomed a voice that made his mind grind to a halt.

"Ladies, I do believe that I am owed a dance with Link. I have been patient in allowing others to have at him, but now it is my turn." Ivy declared, her voice making it clear there would be no argument. Not one of the women crowding around the blond were foolish enough to challenge her. Nor were any of the men who'd been eyeing the countess with naked lust in their eyes. Ivy had paid them no mind, her attention being focused solely on the man who'd stood beside her for the last two months. "Link,"

"I-I-I-I sure! I-I'd be honored!" He stammered, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Both of them had changed out of their…ordinary garb, meaning his green tunic and cap and her…whatever the hell her outfit could be called other than revealing. Her dress was far more conservative, albeit it did put a focus on her breasts, the upper half exposed and in clear view for spectators to gawk at. Those breasts ended up brushed up against Link's chest as they took each other's hands and began to sway to the music.

Ivy couldn't believe she was doing this, yet she couldn't stop herself, she didn't want to stop herself. She was doing so many things she'd given up on and never thought that she would do. Worse yet, Ivy was enjoying them from the bottom of her heart.

Her cursed blood pumped faster in her veins as she stared at Link, so close to his handsome and youthful face.

This is wrong. He should be dancing with one of these young maidens, or at least attempting to turn Cassandra into a proper woman! Link deserves someone…someone…

"You know," his voice called out. "If you…wanted to dance, you could have just asked."

That was the ray of light she needed. "Me? A noblewoman? Hah! Link, you forget your station, I am a countess and you are a commoner. A heroic and strong commoner, but a commoner none the same."

He smirked at her attempted fall back on classism. "So, you're implying I should have worked up the courage to ask a lady far above my station to dance?"

"When it comes to courage, you're never lacking." Ivy coolly replied. The Hylian's smile deepened at the compliment. It was that smile that drew the next words out of her. "You've more courage than anyone I think I've ever met. Courage enough…to stand beside a tainted being like me, and make her believe there's still some goodness in her."

His hold on her hands tightened. In a bold move, he twirled her about. Since her hair was short, it didn't whirl like Cassandra's could have. In spite of that, mouths dropped and applauses were given.

"Maybe I just shined a light on something that was always there, just buried in a layers of darkness and cynicism." He said.

"Careful, boy, there's only so much flattery that I'm willing to tolerate." That was a lie as secretly, in the deepest bowls of her heart, Ivy was beginning to like it. She wasn't like one of the dozens of ladies around her, smitten maids and ladies who knew nothing of life's hardships. Ivy told herself she wasn't like them, but perhaps she was.

Like them, she longed to beloved, even though that would have been spreading the evil her blood carried.

Link had vowed he could purify that supposed evil, that he would find a way. Who was he to make such a bold claim? One that might as well have been impossible to fulfill.

Maybe he was just a man in love with a woman who believed herself undeserving of it.

But here in his arms, Ivy believed that in spite of being undeserving of Link's love, she'd take it. She wanted the ability to feel loved and wanted, and Link was more than willing to give it to her. Maybe that wasn't something to spur after all.

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"Milady! Milady!"

"What! What is it!" Snapped the alchemist, currently in the middle of transmutation spell. The lights of the alchemic circle flickered and shot bolts of lightning across the chamber, half-scarring the poor butler who'd disturbed her.

Still, he regained his composure in order to speak. "Milady, you have a visitor!"

An eyebrow was raised. "Who is?"

Harald, the servant in question, seemingly regained his courage. "Milady…it's a very special visitor. One who, if I may, requests your urgent attention."

It wasn't like she had a weak-willed staff. Several of her servants had been with her through the Valentine family's fall underneath her adoptive father. Seeing it rise again under Ivy had been amongst their greatest joy and they'd stuck with her. Of course, that meant getting used to her haughty demeanor and at times her short temper. If they interrupted her while in the depths of her lab, then it was for a damn good reason.

Seeing the look on Harald's face, Ivy caved and ceased her mystical experiment. "Alright. Have them wait for me, I shall be there within a few minutes." Harald nodded and headed back up the stairs.

The last month had been…peaceful to say the least. Peaceful and surreal. She was able to focus on her alchemic research, and for once not have it focus on ways to remove the taint from her soul. That taint had gone dormant…for the moment. Ivy knew it was still inside of her, Soul Edge's curse, but it had lost a great deal of its power thanks to the sword's destruction.

Waiting for her in one of her manor's many living rooms was the warrior responsible for that.

"L-Link," Ivy whispered, absolutely breathless. "You're…you're…"

"Back?" He happily answered for her.

Her composure was regained within seconds. "You're late. I was expecting you back two days ago." Rather than be angry, the Hylian burst into laughter that rung out through the halls. Normally, such a reaction would have warranted disciplinary action from the mistress of the house herself…but she chuckled alongside him. "Welcome back, Link."

"It's…good to be back, Ivy." He responded, his blue eyes filling up with joy as he looked to her. Link saw similar joy reflected I her own blue orbs.

Around them, the giggles and jubilant cries of the manor's servants rung out. It was no secret what the relationship between the countess and the Hylian was, even if they refused to say it or even acknowledge it. Specifically, Ivy was refusing to acknowledge what she felt for the seventeen-year-old who'd worked miracles in front of her eyes.

She thought it impossible for someone to share her burden, but Link had. She thought it impossible for anyone to stand beside her and attempt to temper her self-loathing and at times venomous drive, but he had done so.

She thought that she was the only one capable of destroying Soul Edge and its wicked seeds, but Link had done so. He'd found those tainted with the darkness and healed their souls with his own mystical powers, blessed by the goddesses of his world. He carried with him a fragment of that power in his left hand-the Triforce of Courage. With all those abilities, he'd challenged the entity known as Nightmare in one-on-one combat.

It was a battle that Ivy wanted so desperately to take part in, but not entirely for the reason of accomplishing her long-sought goal. No…the reason was because she feared for Link's life, whom she'd come to treasure. To lose him to the accursed power that had ruined her life…it would have been hell.

But that didn't come to pass.

In the clash of Soul Edge and the Master Sword, Nightmare and Link…the Hero of Hyrule triumphed. That would have been enough, but Link, ever the do-gooder he was, went further.

When he told her he was going to help Siegfried, Ivy was torn on how to respond. She had no right to stop him…but she wanted him at her side as she returned to her manor in England. At least he went with her and stayed with her for about two weeks before setting out for mainland Europe to aid in Siegfried's recovery.

Now, it wasn't like Ivy hated the man. He was another pawn of Soul Edge, just like her…but she couldn't help but feel like the long-haired warrior was taking something that belonged to her. For that, her heart burned with animosity for him. Thankfully, what had been taken from her had returned, and in no worse condition.

Yes, Ivy Valentine was glad to have her companion back. Though getting her to say that might take some…persuasion. Which is what dinner was for.

To celebrate his return, the kitchen staff went out of their way to prepare quite a feast, which Link appreciated. Ivy did too, which she would inform them of in private. Of the next morning.

As they ate, Link regaled her with stories of how he'd spent his two weeks away from her. Ivy intently listened, consciously dissecting them for any…encounters he may have had. I the recesses of her heart, the act made her realize what her feelings for the young man had morphed into. When he asked what she'd been up to, Ivy merely told him that she'd show him once they finished eating. She told him not to rush in doing that.

"So…what are you working on now?" He asked once they were down in her underground lab.

"What I was before, the applications of alchemy to…anything. Including medical applications." He looked to her with a slight smile. "Yes, you insufferable fool, you're to…thank. Don't think of me to become a saint though, for I am still…cursed." His smile dropped as Ivy put her hand over her heart. "Link, you may have slew Nightmare and destroyed Soul Edge, but…I can feel bits of it inside of me, still attempting to claw its way out through me."

"Then let's do something about it." Link declared.

"How?" There was an edge in her voice. "Look, Link, I am grateful for all that you have-"

"I haven't done everything that I could for you…not yet, Ivy." She was silent as courageous fire burned in his eyes. Ivy had seen that fire so many times, and each time, it'd enticed her, bedazzled her. "Ivy…my magic is strong…but it could be stronger if…I were in my home dimension."

Her eyes widened. "Link…" Suddenly, fear rose up and seized her heart. "Link…please…don't…"

"I will…but only if you're willing." He gently offered. The fire in his eyes softened as he realized he might have been coming on too strong, something of a surprise given their usual positions.

Fighting back the uncertainty, she let her defenses down and looked to him. Ivy Valentine did not allow herself to be vulnerable; weakness had no place in her, but the truth was she was still a human being.

"Would your goddess help a cursed woman like me?"

"If not…then I'll have a word with them." He offered.

Ivy laughed, not a stiff and humorless laugh, but a surprisingly warm and bubbly one. "Never one to give up on the damned. You truly are the most stubborn man that I've ever met, but…that's not necessarily a bad thing, Link."

"Heh, sorry, but I'm persist like that." Was his reply.

Blue eyes normally cold and distant shined with warmth and tenderness. "It's a part of who you are…it's an aspect about you that I've come to love, as I have the rest of you."

His eyes widened as her words. Smirking, the silver-haired woman beckoned him toward her, batting her eyes at him. As if in a trance, he walked over, his heart pounding in his chest. Ivy's heart was pounding too. She knew she was about to cross a line from which there was no coming back from. So she did what she always did-she pressed onward, bold and fearless as the heroes of old.

The alchemist's lips brushed up against the hero clad in green. Her tongue rolled across his, gently enticing him. Link's mouth opened and in her tongue went, lapping up the sides of it as he was too stunned to properly respond. Or he was too engrossed in simply enjoying the kiss. He lost track of time as did Ivy, who eventually pulled away, running her tongue atop of his.

"So, tell me, Link," Ivy purred, consciously grinding her body up against his chest. Her icy blue eyes stared longingly into similarly colored but warmer orbs. Speaking of warm, she could feel his whole body heating up; Ivy's was right there with him. "How did your-hmm! Mhhmmmmm."

A silent sigh of relief sounded in Link's head. There was a world of difference between something like holding Isabella Valentine's hand and what he was doing not-kissing her. He was kissing her with all the affection he could work up, which was quite a lot. The silver-haired alchemic swordswoman took it all, affectionately moaning in acceptance of his kiss. Link took relish in the fact that he caught her by surprise, if only for a second, he loved catching her by surprise. This one, she accepted, affectionately wrapping her arms around his neck while grinding her body against hers, more tighter than before. There had already been a fire raging in him, the mystical woman had just stoked it even more.

The Hylian had every intention of making sure that the aristocratic woman got what she'd been seeking.

"Mmmmh! L-L-Link!" Cried the alchemist, absolutely taken by surprise by the feel of Link's arms beneath her legs. This was the second time that she'd felt them in such a position, and it felt even better this time than the last time. She quickly accepted what he was about to do, crossing her arms around his waist as he swung her over to the table's top. Ivy chuckled, then seized him by the cheeks to begin a new kiss. It immediately rivaled the previous one in erotic passion. The two sword-fighters eagerly grinded their waists against one another, moaning into each other's mouths all the while.

The table on which Ivy sat upon shook, in no small part thanks to her moving rump. Normally, she would have abhorred this sort of thing, but for Link, she was willing to make an exception. No, that wasn't the truth, perhaps somewhere inside she'd longed for something like this to happen. No man had ever came close to being worthy of her doing such a thing for. Not even some of the most powerful sorceress she'd come to know and even welcomed down into her research chambers. Speaking of which, what little remained of her rationality informed her that maybe this wasn't the best place for them to make love.

Nor was her private dungeon, at least not yet.

Thoughts of her lavish bedroom filled her head, next came the expected images of the two of them getting intimate to their heart's content. Yes, that would be the ideal place for them to do this, but for that to happen, they'd have to gain a sliver of control for a few seconds.

Currently, that was looking about as likely as touching the moon. Ivy simply couldn't get enough of the pointy-eared youth's lips, and he hers. The thought of being apart from each other had so quickly become unthinkable to them. Somewhere in the back of her mind, in the untouched corners, Ivy laughed in amusement. She wasn't in total denial regarding her feelings regarding the strange swordsman from another world. Even before they'd become romantic, she'd become quietly attached to Link. Once they become romantic, she felt herself slowly turning possessive of him. Now, in this heated moment, she couldn't imagine being apart from him for more than a few seconds.

Her back hit the table's surface. Link lay bent over her, slowly but surely dominating the kiss. Ivy allowed him to take control, she'd turn the tables on him in a few minutes, either down here or up in the bedroom. Given their positions, she sensually grinded her hips against his waist, feeling his raging manhood beneath the fabric of his pants. Link groaned, breaking away from her; he had to do it to get some air, but Ivy's sensually move had left him shivering in ecstasy. Grabbing both sides of his head, Ivy grinned at him, then slammed her lips up against his. It was the second act of her ongoing assault. Grinning against his lips, she began to rock her body against his. Ivy felt his member straining against his pants, she could practically feel his orgasmic pleasure building up; she couldn't wait to see it explode.

Unfortunately, Link denied her that pleasure, or at least put it off for a little while longer.

"I-I-Ivy," he whispered, breathless and red-cheeked as any man in his position would have been. "Hold onto me."

She raised an eyebrow at his request, but applied none the less. The next thing she knew, she was being lifted off of the table.

"O-O-Oh, h-h-how bold of you, Link." Surprise colored her face as she looked down at her blond lover, who grinned at her. "So, you think that you can carry me all the way up to my bedroom like this?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." He proudly boasted.

Ivy grinned at him. "Really?" She challenged, seductively grinding her entire body against his. The Hylian's body shuddered and for the briefest moment, his legs wobbled. Smirking, she planted a kiss on his cheek, a small reward for weathering her first assault, but it was only the start. It was a near three-minute walk from her basement chamber up to her personal bedroom. "Think you can do it, Hero?"

"Like I said," he repeated with that shining smile, complete with blushing cheeks. "I can and I will. You deserve to have this happen in the proper place, not down here in the basement."

"Hm, strong, intelligent, and a gentleman. My, how luck I am to have seduced you to my side." The sorcerous woman giggled. A minute later and she launched into another string of kisses upon the blond swordsman's face. In spite of them, he began to walk, balancing her in his arms. Looking into his eyes, Ivy saw that he knew what he was in for, and he was looking forward to it, oh, it was looking forward to proving his words true. So too was Ivy, but she was going to make the Hylian sweat like she loved to.

They seemed two characters from one of her romantic novels-the woman being carried by her lover up the stairs in the bedroom where they will come together in a passionate embrace. Ivy always read them with a slight air of dismissiveness. Such things would never happen for her, and she told herself that she never wanted them. She was a cursed being, an evil stain upon this world, what power would allow her to enjoy such romantic affection? Ivy scuffed at would-be charmers who attempted to give her said affection, which was always hollow. Loneliness was her future and she'd accepted that.

But then light had came along, light from another world. Such a light should have been her natural enemy, but it had become her ally, and her salvation.

As she was carried upward, carried on what felt like a heavenly wind, she gave back. Never dropping her seductive smirk, she continued to grind her body against Link's, her groin pressing up against his, her massive knockers pressing against his flat but sturdy chest. He wobbled a few times, the pleasure temporarily becoming too much for him to handle, yet the Hero of Hyrule never fell. Just like on the battlefield, he simply kept on going; once his mind was set on a path, he walked it until he reached his destination. This time was no different, though Ivy certainly enjoyed providing obstacle after obstacle to his journey.

The fact that he continued onward, maybe faltering a little, but always regaining his footing and pressing forward, was one of the biggest reasons that she'd fallen in love with him.

Link didn't take her assault lying down. He groped her buttocks, groping them as he'd done before. The Hylian used his mouth to attack hers, he did it with the same fervor that he had before. Ivy more than welcomed it, opening her mouth and feeling his tongue once more exploring her oral hole. It flickered against hers; Ivy was the one who felt an electrifying jolt through her. There were a few times that she was the one left shivering in Link's arms, just as he liked, and she liked as well. Going even further, the blond boldly slid his hands across her ass, slipping his fingers beneath the purple vertical band that covered her ass crack. Link broke away from her, but only for a second. He dipped his left hand into her ass crack, Link moved his fingers up and down it, gliding his fingers across her rear end.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhh…Link….you…naughty little boy." Purred the icy-blued woman. She was on the verge of biting her lip to contain the ever-growing moans of pleasure.

"Little, am I?" There was a glint in his eyes. Ivy took notice of it and internally braced herself. She was right to as the Hylian thrusted his hips forward, smashing his constrained cock against her loans. The alchemist let her head fall back and moaned in sexual ecstasy. "You want more, don't you, Ivy?" Link whispered to her before she'd even came down from the short high.

"Damn right I do, n-n-now hurry up!" She barked through flaming cheeks. Ivy was both aroused and infuriated at how he'd turned the tables on her. It wasn't quite too surprising, Link was a very attentive and reactive young man. His battlefield sense could sometimes translate well into other things, such as romantic interaction. That was a little surprising considering by his own admission, he was novice; he was learning fast.

Sucking in a breath, Ivy grabbed his cheeks and practically slammed her lips against his, her legs tightened around his waist. Still, the green-clad swordsman didn't falter, he continue to walk on toward the bedroom. Not even walking up the stairs with her in his arms was enough to trip him up. Ivy loved that continued fortitude, she looked forward to pushing it even further, and potentially breaking it then building it back up again.

For the first time in in what felt like hours, Ivy felt her back hit something solid-it was the doors to her bedroom. Ivy used it to press herself up against Link, and he took the same to sandwich her between his body and the door. It was just the opportunity he'd been waiting for. He sent wave after wave of erotic pleasure rippling through the older woman, those same waves were also tearing through him. Nowhere was it stronger than between his legs. Link knew that he had to get her into the bedroom, after that…well, what came next didn't need to be explained.

Lucky for him, Ivy's legs were still wrapped around his waist, so he could remove his hands from her ass. He searched for the doorhandle, hoping that it wasn't locked. Upon finding it and turning the polished knob, he found that it wasn't. Ivy hadn't seemed to take notice, she was still too enraptured in the thrill of devouring his face. To be fair, Link felt the same bliss from her plump lips. Still, as happy as he was, he retained enough self-awareness to do what he needed to do. Mere seconds after pushing the door open, he moved his left hand back up against Ivy's buttocks. She only noticed that the door was open as Link began to walk forward.

Their blue eyes met. Her icy cyan and his azure blue stared into each other with open longing, a first for them. In the depths of their hearts, they knew this stare down was only the first of many more to come. Ivy held up her right hand and snapped her fingers.

Link gave a brief look around to the multitude of candles that suddenly lit themselves, illuminating the bedroom. Upon looking back at Ivy, he grinned. The alchemist let out a haughty yet seductive laugh before seizing his lips in another kiss. He didn't need to look around too much, all Link cared about was that they had light and wouldn't be doing this in the dark, though he thought there was a certain erotic charm to the possibility of doing that. Maybe another time.

Yes, he thought as he continued to passionately kiss her, slowly but surely heading toward the bed with every passing second. There's going to be another time…and another…and another. Goddesses, I really will may end up moving here!

God Almighty! To feel this way toward another man, this feeling so intense…! As she felt her ass touch the soft sheets of her bed, Ivy's mind exploded into pure desire. Amazingly, it hadn't before, but the second she realized they were now in the "proper setting", she felt herself truly go wild. With blinding speed and baited breath, she flipped the two of them around so that Link lay on his back and she laid above him. The Hylian teenager's hands went to her hips again, from there they slid down to her ass. This was a much better position for him, and for her. She doggedly ate at his lips just like she had before. Link happily returned her eagerness while his hands moved up and down her exposed posterior. She felt his member poking at her all the while. Ivy decided that it was time for her to do something about it.

Breaking the kiss, she placed a single finger atop Link's chest; the implication, no, the order was clear, and he dutifully obeyed. Scrambled down, she moved her hands at undoing his pants belt and the buttons of them. The excitement was sending her heart into overdrive, and Ivy was about to send Link's into the same frenzied state.

"A-A-Ahh…ahhh…" The divine-blessed hero gasped. This was the first time that a woman had ever seen his cock, and to see it in such a state. White-hot embarrassment surged through him, along with pulsating erotic excitement. The latter showed itself in the veins along his seven-inch cock, which throbbed in clear view of the British noblewoman. A noblewoman…of all the women to be the first to lay eyes on his cock…Link was utterly flabbergasted that this was all happening o him.

"Ah, so finally I lay eyes on the true Master Sword." The alchemist cooed reaching up to stroke the male organ. Truth be told, it was her first time seeing a penis in the flash. Ivy was glad that the one that she was seeing belonged to Link. His member was her first, and she was the first to lay eyes on it. As she stroked it and listened to him groan and whine, Ivy vowed that they would be each other's second, third, fourth, and last. The more she stared at the blonde's member, the more heated her breathing became. "Hm, I must say, it is rather impressive. Perhaps more than I was expecting." Ivy looked up at him and smirked, pleased to see him attempting to make a face while she pumped his member. "I look forward to sharpening it…and sheathing it in the future. Testing its masculine power, oh, and of course conquering that power." Her icy yet loving eyes caught the way his fists were clenching the sheets, Link's knuckles were practically bone-white. Hearing her roaring heartbeat in her ears, she brought her red lips to the tip of Link's cock.

Amazingly, it twitched, but it didn't cum, not completely at least. A small spurt of pre-cum leaked from the green warrior's tip.

Ivy looked at the small leakage with hungry eyes, said eyes rose and locked with Link's. Red lips curved into a lustful smile, a second later and those lips were fastened around the Hylian's masculine blade.

Link's eyes widened to the size of the full moon shining outside the window. Its lunacy-inducing call took hold of him, and he followed through on the wild impulses. They hadn't been injected into him, more like they finally exploded outward. Still gripping the bedsheets beneath him, he thrusted his hips forward; Link leaned his head back and shouted in sexual relief. After holding back his sexual release, it felt great to finally let it go. Whatever lingering concern he might have had about offending Ivy or crossing some uncrossable bearer completely faded from his mind. It disappeared in a haze of flame-like ecstasy, the flames bathed him in their smoldering heat, near melting the skin off of his bones. Link's head and neck leaned so far back that he felt like they could touch the bed. He could feel his grip on the bedsheets beside him loosen as he shot rope after rope into the mouth of the aristocratic alchemist.

Said alchemist kept her lips firmly tightened around Link's cock as she eagerly took in his load. Ooooooh, so…this is what a man's essence tastes like. By God Almighty, it's…so delicious. She barely recognized her own voice-it sounded like a lovestruck girl instead of the hardened and broken woman that she knew she was. Thanks to Link though, her hardness had softened and some parts of her had been repaired. It almost felt like the masculine juices that Link was shooting into her were helping piece her back together, adding to what he'd done earlier with his kindness. Ivy supposed it was only natural that his kindness was expressed in his cum, it tasted so sweet, just like him.

The silver-haired woman moved her hands along the side of Link's legs. Through the fabric of his pants, he felt her touch and groaned in erotic approval at her actions. As it seemed his orgasm was about to come to an end, he began to rock his hips forward, a mirror action to the fencer's erotic sucking of his cock. Within seconds, he was vigorously thrusting his hips forward.

"Mmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmmhhh!" Moaned the aristocratic woman, cum beginning to lick down the corners of her lips as the Hylian's orgasm continued. She never wanted it to end, and she knew she could prolong it using her lips.

It was ironic that a woman with such a sharp tongue and ability to spit out such cold words had a mouth as warm as a family hearth. Link believed it symbolized who his short-haired lover was on the inside-a warm and lovable person. She was certainly showing that she was capable of love, giving his cock the servicing of a lifetime. He dimly remembered stories of women sucking men off to their heart's content; now he knew of the pleasure those stories had spoken of. "Ivvvvvvyyyyyy!" Link groaned as he felt another strong surge coming through him.

Seconds later, that surge passed through his cock and shot directly into Ivy's mouth. Incredibly, she took the following burst of cum in strides, and most of it. Link would have been impressed by her ability to swallow so much of his juices if he wasn't still riding high on his prolonged orgasm. His first orgasm, and it felt like it was stretching onward into infinite.

"You're…incredible, Isabella." He whispered, his voice sounding so far away, likely a result of the haze left behind by his orgasm.

Hearing his voice, the alchemic swordswoman looked up at him with her blue eyes. They glistened with seductive joy at his words, which included the use of her real name. Ivy moved her hands up from the side of Link's legs to the side of his abdomen, slipping her hands beneath his tunic. She began to massage them as she kept on blowing him. Link's eyes shut as another powerful orgasm ripped through him, manifesting in another thick stream of cum ripping through his tip directly into Ivy's mouth. This time, it seemed it was too much for her as she pulled away from his tip. In doing that, she allowed the surging man juices to splash across her face. Link couldn't see it; all he could feel was the near surreal feeling of another orgasm. It was enough to get him to follow lie back completely against the bed.

While he laid back, his tip continued to expunge love nectar until finally it run dry, for the moment at least. Ivy knew that there was still an entire sea of delicious berry-flavored nectar waiting for her, and her alone.

"Aaaaaahhhh…" she moaned opening her eyes, her cum-stained eyes. What Link had just done was something that countless men had fervently dreamed of doing, but only he had succeeded in doing, and only he would do so again. His essence marked every corner of her face from her forehead down to her chin, which dripped with cum. Ivy reached down and scooped some of it off her chin and brought it to her lips. From there, she scooped up the rest, pushing it all into her mouth. "Simply amazing, Link. It seems that you're as delicious on the inside as you are on the outside." As she stood up, she saw his eyes flutter up. She smiled at him, putting a hand to her hip and cocking her head to the side. His cum still covered her face, a sight that she knew gave him some sensual pleasure. She saw how his deflated cock twitched a little. "You know what it is you have done now, correct?"

He smiled at her in a lazy way that she normally would have found infuriating, but here it was just cute. "Made a lifelong commitment."

"Correct!" She affirmed with a haughty laugh. Licking her lips, and taking up a good portion of cum in doing so, she leaned down and gripped his cock. Her subtle stroking had it back at full hardness in minute's time. "This is mine, Link. You are mine." Her voice was heated, yet that fire came from the romantic desire that burned in her eyes. It fueled her fingers' stroking of his cock, which twitched with anticipation. It was clear that if this continued, he'd cum again, and he'd be quite happy to do so.

"I understand," Link spoke, his voice surprisingly clear and focused in spite of the growing flame within him. There was definitely an orgasm building up within him, created via the lone hand of Isabella "Ivy" Valentine. When he came again, it was going to be at her hand, literally. "I'm yours, Isabella Valentine."

With her free left hand, she grabbed the back of his head and brought him toward her, their lips colliding with each other in a passionate kiss. They were moaning into one another's mouths utmost vigor. Ivy almost totally lost herself to the kiss that she forgot to keep on pumping his member. Almost.

"Mmmmmmmhhh!" Now it was Link attempting to speak through a muffling. Seeing Ivy batt her eyelashes at him, Link decided to make do with dominating the kiss that they were in. Of course, Ivy didn't let him do so without a fight. Inevitably though, they had to separate, gasping for breath before reengaging each other in another make out. "Mmmmmmmhhhh!" Groaned the Hylian swordsman feeling the raw pleasure of his cock being serviced. "Ivy," he whispered when he finally tore his lips away from hers.

"You've wanted this, haven't you?" She breathed out looking him right in the eye.

"So have you." He shot back. Normally, this would have been the part where he lost his manhood, having it crushed into painful oblivion. Instead. He merely felt a warm squeeze around it.

"Damn right, I have. I've wanted this even though I've known in my heart I wasn't worthy of such affections." She heatedly responded.

Those words were the catalyst for what came next. Link moved his hands from his side to her waist, gripping her hips. Ivy's eyes widened and a gasp escaped her as he rolled the two of them over. The countess now lay on her backside while the Hero of Hyrule loomed over her. She was utterly shocked by the way Link's face was illuminated by the candles around them. He looked so much more…handsome, mature. It was utterly impossible to believe that he was still not even twenty-years of age, at least not in body. His youthful and handsome face captivated her, again. Then it descended upon hers. Ivy welcomed the ensuing kiss, loving lashing her tongue against Link's.

Having temporarily turned her mind to the kiss, Link moved to do something about her hands. Though he absolutely loved the feel of her hand around his cock, he felt it as time for him to return the pleasure that shed' given him. He knew exactly how to do that. Via his own, Ivy's hands were raised to either side of her head. She recognized this and recuperated by interlocking their fingers together. The alchemist could still feel his cock brushing up against her. How she longed to feel it inside of her, ripping through her vagina and claiming her womanhood. As much as she wanted to just do that, she found it in her to be patient, for a little while at least. Besides, kissing Link while he was on top of her had a charm of its own. She lavished in the feel of his body atop hers, his chest gently pressing down upon hers. The only problem was that he still had his clothes on, and technical so did she, even though she wasn't wearing much.

A shudder of excitement ran through Ivy at the thought of Link removing the collection of strings and belts that he called her clothing. The thought of that was one of the reasons why she'd forgone with wearing a simple dress or more conservative clothing when they returned to her home.

In spite of that desire, she couldn't help but lift her legs up and wrap them around his waist. Ivy broke the kiss and arched her head to moan in feeling his harden cock pressing against her waist. It was still wet with the residue of his cum. Her mind once more raced with thoughts of the masculine member being plunged into her, and not just her vagina. Link whispered her name bringing her attention back to him, and his face was where her attention stayed. They met one another's lips at near the exact same time. Their tongues leisurely flickered against one another, neither dominating the other, only enjoying the raw ecstasy that came with such intimate contact.

However, eventually both were left wanting more. Link rose from his British lover, panting just like her. His back was arched thanks to the crisscross of her legs around his waist. He knew full well Ivy could break his back in a second, he found something surprisingly arousing in that. Perhaps some of the alchemist's kinky traits were rubbing off on him.

And in turn, perhaps some of his own kindness and serenity were rubbing off on her. Rather than bring him back down for another kiss, or command him to continue, Ivy reached up and stroked his cheek. His eyes hungered for her and her for him, yet neither made a move, only enjoying the serene stillness of the moment.

Her hand moved up to his golden hair. "I've never invited another man into my bedroom, and doubtlessly never serviced his penis. Frankly, the thought of doing so at times reviled me. You, Link, are the exception, the only exception I shall ever made."

"I know…and I'm honored, Isabella." Link replied with a firm yet gentle look in his blue eyes.

Loath as she was to admit it, her heart always fluttered when he spoke her real name. It seemed like just yesterday she'd given him permission to do so when in reality it'd been close to four months. Four months, that's how long it'd taken her to fall in love with him, and him with her.

"You have my heart, Link, and I shall trust you not to break it." She declared. His eyes were hard as steel, yet she knew they could become as soft and gentle as ocean waves. Like the vastness of the ocean, she could lose herself in them. Ivy certainly had many times before during those four months of companionship. She wouldn't openly admit that those had been the best moments of her life in years. "In giving you my heart, I also give you my soul…and body, to which you may do as you wish." A flicker of the candles around them and her expression went from heartfelt to seductive. It was Ivy Valentine the seductress, the femme fatale who'd been the bane and end of hundreds of men before. "I do hope that the skill that I've seen on the battlefield can be translated into the bedroom, otherwise I shall be very disappointed."

"Don't worry about that, Ivy." The Hylian said, his face bearing a boastful grin. It was matched by the steel-like hardness of his member, still pressing against Ivy's waist. She wasn't the only one who was fighting the urge to sheath it. "I promise, I won't betray your trust…or your love, Isabella." No sooner after speaking those words did he fall upon her lips again, aggressively seizing them in another fiery kiss. The fencer moaned into his mouth, rolling his hips against his. She only got about three rolls in before he lifted himself up from her. The countess whined in longing irritation. Link grinned at her, his hands quickly moved from her hands to her chest, pushing down the strings that kept her massive boobs restrained and covered from the world.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh! Liiiiinnnkkk!" Howled the British noblewoman, her eyes shutting and her back arching. For the first time, a man had touched her naked breasts, and in that first time, Ivy discovered unspeakable pleasure. If a her from another, darker time could look through time and see her now, she would have scuffed in disgust at how a simple pair of hands to her mounds had elected such piercing cries from her. The Ivy of now would have told her younger self that the pleasures of the flesh might have been all they were made out to be. It certainly helped if the hands giving those pleasures were surprisingly soft and tender.

Link was a warrior and he showed it in various ways. A physical representation of that were his hands-rough and scarred from handling countless weapons, though namely his sword and shield. His hands should have been as rough as stone, yet they were as soft as green tree leaves. His touch was a forest breeze in the spring, warm and gentle. Ivy couldn't help but moan and howl under such a touch to her feminine mounds. She felt no shame in showing them off, only pride, tempting men wherever she went. Finally, one of them had been able to do the deed of touching and groping them. How fitting it was that the hands belonged to a man who at first had not been so easily swayed by them. Heh, emphasis with, "at first". The temptation always existed within Link, but it was second to the respect and care that he felt for her. For those things, Ivy allowed him to toy with her chest as he pleased, as she knew a part of him had always longed to do.

Perhaps somewhere inside, she'd had similar longings. No, she knew that she did because in the depths of her heart, she'd longed to know what love felt like-romantic love, the love of a man. Link had given her that, and he was most definitely giving her a man's touch just as she had given him the ecstasy of a woman's touch. They were even, for the moment.

As her moans turned into howls, Ivy wondered if there would be any point in trying to keep score. This amorous night was only going to be the first of many; she'd need a written chart to keep track. All those thoughts vanished from her mind as she felt a pair of lips descend on her right-side nipple.

Ivy's lustful shriek was beautiful to Link's pointed ears. Grinning as he suckled and kissed her nipple, he thought of returning the favor from earlier, when his British lover had extended his first orgasm. His right hand kneaded her adjacent breast. Ivy's breasts were all that they were believed to be, and so much more. Link felt insane amounts of glee bubbling within him as he kissed, kneaded, and pinched them to his heart's content. He realized that he was never going to tire of doing this, to her, of making her scream and howl like a wild beast. Link decided to do a momentary pause with his mouth. As a replacement for it, he used his left hand to twist and knead the fencer's nipple.

"So, how am I doing so far, Lady Isabella?" He cheekily questioned.

She could feel her heartbeat, racing as fast as an arrow in flight. Who'd have thought that she'd be here, in this situation, in her own bedroom? Pride rose up and gripped Ivy as she raised her head to meet Link's gaze. "Aquent." She responded with one of trademark smirks. While she was rapidly falling under the thralls of absolute euphoria, but she wasn't going to so openly admit that just yet.

Link was perfectly willing to break that that wall of bravado, minute by minute. Excitement pumped through his veins as, especially through his arms, which moved in constant motion. He continued to grin as he groped and massaged her breasts, as massive as water melons, and they tasted just as ripe. Ivy responded by burying her head into the mattress and howled in ecstasy. Her cry made his cock twitch and again he was tempted to simply drive his member into her womanhood. Link leaned down and teased her with a kiss. Upon pulling away, he saw her blue eyes flash with irritation. Quick as a guillotine, her hands fell atop of his and she whipped her head upward. She aggressively seized his lips in another kiss; clearly, she wasn't quite ready for their lips to part ways just yet. Link chuckled against her lips, clearly amused that he'd been the one to rattle her. She tried to get back at him with her tongue; it led to quite a fierce battle of tongues that served to arouse both sword fighters all the more.

But Link had one advantage that he knew how to press.

"MMMMMH!" Half-screamed the British alchemist. She truly felt her back arching off the bed. Her lover's hands were like a pair of massive palms reaching from the sky and lifting her up via her tits. No moment of self-indulgence could come close to the level of pleasure that Link inflicted on her in that moment. That moment quickly turned into minutes. He kept his hold on her tits, still twisting and pinching them while kissing her; Link was now the aggressive one, Their eyes met and she realized that she'd fallen into his trip. Ivy was impressed and aroused, and for once, she didn't feel a near burning need to get even.

In the blink of an eye, she felt Link's hands move from her chest to around her waist. There wasn't a sound of discomfort from him as his hands ended up sandwiched between her back and the bed, probably because he'd buried himself in her chest. Ivy purred in delight as his tongue alternated between her two mounds, then outright screamed when he bit down on her left. The scream grew louder seconds later, or at least that's what it felt like her. His left hand, his sword hand, was toying with her right nipple. It was the best experience, she had his mouth on one tit and his sword hand working the other. Ivy bit her lips and strained her head back, feeling orgasmic pleasure building between her legs, which continuously kicked up and down.

She, Isabella "Ivy" Valentine was being brought to the sexual brink. How she'd quietly wondered what it would be like; she no longer had to wonder what the feeling could be like. Instead, the only wonder that she'd had was when they would be able to do this again.

"Link…Link…oh, darling!" Howled the alchemic swordswoman, again arching her back upward. She ended up pushing herself deeper into the warm embrace of Link's mouth and finger. Her hands shot from her sides to wrap around him. Link's golden spikes stood out against her chest, lewd licking sounds emitting from her left nipple curtsy of his tongue. Ivy could feel tears beginning to collect in her eyes, a surreal thing that temporarily left her speechless, or almost speechless. "Ahhhhh…your skill…is truly…top-notch." She whispered.

Pulling from her tit for just a little bit, the blond whispered back, "So are your tits, Ivy."

She looked down at him with a sly, seductive smile that got his cock twitching again. "But of course, they are the finest in all of Europe, but you have yet to see their true glory."

"Then I'm damn glad that I'm leaving my mark on them." That's exactly what he was doing, marking her chest as his just as she'd marked his cock as hers. The returning warmth of his mouth against her nipple had Ivy stretching her lips open in a wide "O". A beautiful melody of sensually bliss rolled off her lips, circling around the two lovers. It continued on for several more minutes, that duration marked by the groping, kneading, biting, licking, and pinching of Isabella Valentine's breasts. A lone tear finally escaped from her eyelids as Link disengaged himself from her chest. He gave her a minute to collect herself; watching her do so was a treat unto itself.

Once she did, Ivy saw him staring-no-smiling at her. Rather than eagerly move onto the next part, he waited for her. Yet again, she was left questioning what sort of divine intervention had unfolded for her to have such a man for her own.

That wonderment didn't blind her though. "Slid down, Link. On your knees in front of me." She commanded. He nodded; Ivy had a feeling that he knew what she was planning. He wanted it too as he moved back down until he was sitting on his knees in front of her. Ivy herself had scooted down until her legs dangled over the edge of the Her right hand went down to between her legs, where she used her two fingers to move aside the strap that shielded her pussy from view. Feminine nectar dripped from her slit onto the floor. "Do it, Link. Do to me as I did for you. I command you."

The last part was a command tinged with erotic desire that wasn't lost on him. She was only sad that his position sandwiched his cock between his legs. Ivy knew that it was twitching in excitement. Clearly, her lustful advances were working at one-hundred-percent efficiency, maybe one-thousand-percent based on the thinly veiled hunger in the Hylian's eyes.

With her legs open, Link had a clear shot to her pussy, and he took it.

"AAAAAAAHH!"

It was like being struck by lightning, pure divine lightning. Within seconds, it was coursing through Ivy's body energizing her more so than any potion or spell ever could. Words seemingly failed to describe the feeling. Ivy didn't even try to analyze it, she simply let it empower her, liberate her, cleanse her.

To her, it was a continuation of the luminous euphoria that had been moving through her for the entire night. As always, Link was to think for it. He gave her light ad love, neither of which she deserved, yet he showered her with both. In this moment, it felt like he was giving her more than she could handle, a feat that genuinely surprised her.

Her head fell forward and her eyes fluttered open to gaze upon the blond mass of spikes between her legs. Personally, she was always somewhat attracted to Link's golden spikes, considering it a boon whenever he removed his cap. Indulging in an old desire, he reached out with her right hand and combed her hair through his golden spikes. The Hylian moaned into her pussy, giving a definitive lick to her velvet walls. Ivy's lips parted in a sensual moan of her own. She got the message-to continue, and continue is exactly what she did. Within seconds, they fell into a pleasurable rhythm of licking and scratching, one triggering the other. Only her moans rung out as his were muffled by her womanly snatch. Link's continued tongue flicking had Ivy moaning nonstop, like a crack of thunder endlessly blooming in the night. Her body seemingly squirmed and shook from the vibrations that continued on ad infinitum.

To her utter amazement, this feeling actually felt somewhere better than when he used his musical sorcery on her, namely his song of healing. This was the heavenly bliss that she'd sworn off of, that she'd vowed to never have for herself.

"Aaaaaaahhhh…oh, Link, my darling…." She felt herself beginning to lean back against the bed again. The euphoria was increasing second by second; Ivy realized that even she wouldn't be to contain it for long. She had her limits, and Ivy knew she was fast-approaching it. Biting her lip, she brought her upper body back up, her gaze falling upon Link's moving head. She sunk her nails deeper into his scalp; he gave no indication he found any discomfort in it. "Lord Almighty…your tongue is…truly incredible."

Against the pleasurable confines of her thighs, Link smirked. Ivy was close to the edge, but he wasn't done yet. Ivy, I made a vow to you, and I swore that I'm going to keep it. I'm going to break your curse…I'm going to show you that there's still a light that can shine on you. I'm going to show you that you're still a woman worth loving. With each word, the glow on his left hand seeming to magnify. From what his ears picked up, Ivy was completely enamored with the vaginal servicing he was giving her, no different from what she'd done for him. Granted, Link had something of a "secret weapon" he could use on her. Glancing upward, he saw Ivy's beautiful face lined with a thin sheen of sweat, her eyes shut and only occasionally opening to look at him. He knew that his moment had to be now, so he took it.

"AAAAAIIIIYYYYY! L-L-LINK!"

If his tongue had been a lightning bolt, then his fingers had been rays of light from the heavens themselves, majestic and powerful, but carrying a searing passion that nearly shattered Ivy's mind to pieces. She felt the surge travel upward, spreading through every corner of her body. Once more, Ivy could feel tears building in her eyes, tears of pleasure. Without any conscious input, she let them fall and allowed her body to shake itself anew. Ecstasy anew was pumping through her, feeling much like ethereal light that purged all the taint from her blood.

Getting her eyes to stay open for longer than a couple of seconds felt like a monumental task. All Ivy wanted to do was literally lie back and let the light shake, purify, and pleasure her. Remnants of her iron will manifested, allowing her to focus. It was extremely hard to do as the euphoria was like an ever-growing tidal wave, and she a mere grain of sand before it.

She saw Link's head, still where it was, but she saw a golden lightning emanating from beneath his head. By her guess, it was coming from the back of his hand, his left hand.

"L-L-L-Link…y-y-you, o-oh Lord, L-L-Link, y-you're…" she was a babbling mess, thanks in no small part to him. It was absolutely preposterous to think about-her in such a state and brought to such a state by this idealistic young man. This young man who'd been chosen by his world's gods to slay evil wherever it was. She was evil, yet he hadn't slain her, instead, he'd done his best to save her as he would any other innocent bystander. No, Link had gone above and beyond for her, and he was doing the exact same in pleasuring her. "You…impetuous…"

Her words died as he tore his lips from her womanhood to look up and speak to her. His left index and middle finger were still going strong in pumping her. Those two digits alone were enough to keep her on edge. "I told you, didn't I? I'll give you my all, Isabella, I'll be the light that you deserve and give you all the love that I can. I'm just hoping it's enough."

A few tears streamed from her cheeks. They were tears of joy. "Oh Link, you brash, foolish little wanderer. I shall question how a man such as yourself came to love me until the day I die."

"Which I plan on making sure is a long way off." He declared with his shining grin.

"Oh, Link, I'd normally chastise you for making such a declaration, but I know that you mean it." Gently combing his hair, Ivy let more tears of loving joy fall from her eyes. Long had she thought she'd lost the ability to cry, but Link had reminded her that she did. He reminded her that she still had love in her heart, and she knew where she wanted to give that love. "My dear, I have the determination to live long as well, and live with you at my side."

They shared a mutual smile, one that seemingly lasted for eternity. It only ended when Link connected his mouth with Ivy's pussy, and even then, he did so with that same radiant smile. Ivy threw her head back and howled into her bedroom, feeling her eyes roll back into her head. The swordswoman dug her fingers into his skull again. Link's two-pronged assault on her pussy got her legs moving.

"Mmmmmmmmhhh! IMMMMMMVVVYYY!"

She found something cute in how he tried to scream her name while literally up to his nose in her womanhood. He was slashing at her at her with his tongue and thrusting at her with his fingers, the latter empowered by his Triforce of Courage. Ivy briefly pondered if his goddesses would appreciate him using his divine gift for such…amorous reasons. Regardless, she was happy that he did, quite an ingenious move on his part. Sucking in a breath, the aristocrat wrapped her legs around Link's head. He moaned in bliss at being squeezed by her shapely thighs, Ivy too found something delightful in those moans and the feel of his head between her legs. Link pressed his tongue and fingers further into her, causing her to scream.

"OOOOOHHH! THAT'S IT, LINK! HARDER, DARLING!"

"MMMMMMMHHHH! IVVVVVVYYY!"

Her queen-sized bed, normally as immovable as a boulder, shook from the sensual mating taking place on the edge of it. Quite a feat, albeit one that might be surpassed as the night wore on. Yes, the two sword-users were still far from down, even though they were shouting to the high heavens and their bodies shaking like volcanoes on the verge of eruptions.

Hunching over, Ivy tightened her hold on his head. Air was sucked in through her clenched teeth and her nose. She could smell Link's masculine scent, an intoxicating odor that made her thrust her hips forward. Though Link was doing most of the work, Ivy contributed a little on sheer impulse. Her grip on his head tightened as the orgasmic build-up mounted; Ivy could see it in her head, a mass of swirling fire that was seconds away from exploding. The fire was a mixture of green and purple, their colors mixing together. Her flame overtook Link's, a clear representation of what was about to happen.

One final time, the alchemic swordswoman's hold on the Hylian tightened. He responded with one last thrust of his tongue and fingers, both acting together and empowered by his vitality and his bestowed divinity. It was the last straw.

"LINK!"

For the first time in her life, Isabella Valentine came, and at the hands and mouth of a man fifteen years her junior. She wouldn't have had it be anyone else.

He'd heard that when it came to a woman's orgasm, simply lie back and enjoy. That's exactly what Link did in response to the feminine nectar that gushed from Ivy's loins directly onto his face and fingers. Her rose-tinted scent hit his nose at almost the exact same time her juices his face. Both were so overwhelming he nearly pulled back; ultimately, he had to since her juices were a pleasurable tidal wave that knocked him back a few paces. His jaw lay stretched open allowing much of her feminine juices to enter his mouth.

Not the ( ), not the waters if a fairy spring, not the most empowering potions, and certainly not any fine wine usually reserved for nobility, none of it was a match to Ivy's juices. Even as he felt his mouth become full, Link wanted more of her. His fingers continued to pump her pussy as it gushed and squeezed his fingers. The white flood continued, bathing his entire face in her love nectar. To Link, it was the water of heaven; he'd tell Ivy that and refute her bashful denial, every time.

"Link…Link…Link…" Repeated the British woman feeling she'd somehow been transmuted to become air itself. The heat of the candles lifted her weightless body up, through the wooden ceiling and roof and into the night sky. Ivy had never felt like this before in her entire life, she never thought she would feel this way.

She had Link to thank for it, and she would seek him out again.

Actually, she wouldn't' really have to seek him out, by her own words, she'd decided that they would be together for the rest of their lives. This orgasmic release would be one fastening bolt between them.

Ivy's back finally hit the bed, her breathing erratic as she didn't eve try to regain control of it. Her gaze was directed upward to the ceiling, light from the candles casting an orange glow around her. Everything seemed so…ephemeral, too surreal to be real. Ivy blinked several times, slowly regaining her composure. As she did, she quietly believed that she would wake up from this dream, yet seconds turned into minutes, which passed on ad infinitum just as her pleasure had. Reaching back down, she felt something familiar-golden blond spikes that she'd longed to touch and comb.

"Ahh…Link." She called in a voice just barely above a whisper. Ivy had heard herself speak his name in such a way, in the aftermath of romance-tinged dreams that she knew would never become a reality. Not only had they become a reality, but they would only become the tip of the spear in what they experienced together.

A gentle hand fell over hers, holding it there was she felt his head move up. Icy blue eyes looked down, meeting warm azure blue. The alchemist's lips curved into a smile, then were occupied by the Hero of Hyrule's. When they ran out of air for that kiss, they separated, took in fistfuls, then reengaged each other. No words were spoken, they spoke through their tongues. Ivy tasted her juices on the lips of her beloved, who eagerly moved his hands across her body. His fingers lingered on the various patches of flesh that dotted her outfit. As he said, it wasn't much of an outfit to begin with.

Perhaps it was high-time that she lost it, and Link lost his remaining clothing as well.

He gave no protest as she flipped the two of them over. Link allowed her to spread his arms up, already knowing what she was planning. Ivy's panting continued as she removed his tunic, exposing his chest and abs. Though he was young, Link's body was that of a warrior's, it was absolutely delicious to behold. Scars atop chiseled flesh that spoke to the adventurous life that he'd lived. Any woman, even older ones such as her would have found themselves attracted to it, and maybe more than a little.

Ivy relished the fact that all they would be able to do was look and not touch, that right now belonged to her.

Straddling him, the noblewoman snapped her fingers. Link's eyes widened as he felt a twinge of sorcery in the air. The two upper bed posts hummed as they glowed with purple light. Acting on Ivy's accord, the wooden spirals stretched out, wrapping themselves around the Hylian's wrists and pulling his arms upward.

"I-I-Ivy?" Link called with widen eyes.

"Oh, surely you haven't forgotten who it is you are bedding, darling." Sitting upright, she gave him a full view of herself, alight by the candles around them. Link's eyes widened even further showing that he had forgotten, but that didn't mean that he wasn't turned on. A new tent formed in his pants, quite easier thanks to the undoing of his belt and pants. It was mere centimeters away from her own slit, still wet from her previous orgasm. "You are in my domain, Link, and you are mine to do with as I please. You should feel honored."

"I am." Most men in his position would have been lying through their teeth, but not him. Link supposed that meant that there might have been something wrong with him; the fact that he'd fallen for Ivy Valentine probably lent credence to that analysis. Frankly, he didn't care. "Do with me what you will, Isabella. I'm yours."

"Oh, I will. You're all mine Link, all mine…" she trailed off running her eyes across his muscular body. She ran her hands across the adventurer's masterpiece of a body. It was already amazing, Ivy looked forward to how it would develop and grow in the future as Link grew more into adulthood. She'd be there to watch him do so, and she'd be there to ensure little was added to the small but noticeable array of scars that he'd built up. "You are mine…and I am yours." Ivy stated moving her hands further down. She went right past his waist and knees to his pants. First went his shoes, which she tossed to either side of the bed. Then, she undid his pants and the briefs underneath. The Hero of Hyrule lay prone on her bed, utterly naked from head to toe.

Ivy seductively licked her lips, like a wolf before a delicious lamb.

Link shook with erotic excitement, knowing he was seconds away from having his first bite delivered to him. Not even the discomfort of having his hands raised up and bound registered with him; a part of him even liked the sense of helplessness. Farore's wind, I guess I really have gotten used to her dominatrix antics.

In that realization, Link realized that perhaps his silver-haired lover wouldn't be the only one up for a little experimentation in the bedroom.

The Hylian groaned and shuddered as he was peppered with kisses from the silver-haired dominatrix. She was in her element, and certainly enjoying it. Link jumped and squirmed, yet his movements were limited thanks to the restraints on his arms. Each one caused his cock to stiffen. When Link closed his eyes, he imagined plunging it into Ivy's pussy, or better yet, her ass. The latter was a secret fantasy that he'd kept sealed as tightly as the barrier between the heavens and the earth. The sense of time was lost to him as Ivy dotted every corner of his chest with kisses. It was almost comparable to the seasoning of a meal; he happily looked forward to the eventual full devouring.

Which was announced with the call of his name, "Link,"

Fully opening his eyes, he saw Ivy kneeling before his waist, his cock stood at full mast in front of her. She was smiling at him, not quite seductively, yet he could see the fires of lust swirling in her eyes. Alongside them was a calmer and more gentle warmth. Her naked hands reached out to stroke his cock, causing it to twitch. An iron ribbon of willpower kept him from cumming, even shooting out a bit of pre-cum. That ribbon would be broken in due time.

That time began with Ivy's first lick. "You've done me many great services, the greatest being the salvation of my soul, a feat I once thought impossible. For that…you deserve this." Her hands went to either side of her chest. A single breath passed then she flicked her hands aside. Her string-like outfit come alive, the straps and buckles undoing themselves. As if it were a living creature, it slithered off of her, leaving her bare naked save for her leggings. The noblewoman sat before him near completely naked, and utterly captivating as a goddess. Her hands grasped her breasts. "Enjoy it, for you are the only man to receive such service."

"I-I'm honored Ivy." He was at least able to get those words off before she sandwiched his cock between her mounds. "OOOOOOHHH!"

"Your journey to manhood continues, Link. Your journey to becoming my man." Purred the seductive aristocrat, now pumping his member with her breasts.

"Ivy…Oh, Hylia…Ivy! Ivy!" If not for the bindings on his wrists, Link would have been waving his hands about. Instead of his arms, all he could do was kicking his legs about, his toes curling from the overdrive of erotic pleasure. The smothering heat of her breasts were on another level, even compared to her mouth. Sweat poured down his face, which he whipped from side to side, driven by the surging ecstasy. Link felt his heartbeat continuous accelerating. "Oooooooohhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Ivy! This is…this…this feels amazing!"

"Of course it does! I told you, did I not? These breasts are the finest in all of England!" Shout the alchemic swordswoman. Spying his left hand, a ludicrous, heretical thought crossed her mind. Grinning, she leaned her head forward, close enough that the tip of his cock was recipient to her breaths. "In fact, they're finer than any in your original world, your homeland of Hyrule…right?"

"Yes, they are, n-n-no…woman…in Hyrule…can compare to you!" Simply speaking one word was like climbing Death Mountain, except this time, the mountain seemed to be fighting back. Second by second, the heat and pressure grew, making him feel like he was burning up, nowhere was that more evident than his cock.

"Really…if your Golden Goddesses were to descend forth and appear before you…would you still declare me the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen?" Ivy teased.

This was the part where he could hear clerics whispering in his ear, grabbing his shoulders and begging him not to speak such blasphemy.

Well, this is another world and maybe the goddesses can't hear ALL that goes on. The blond mused in his rapidly churning mind. "I-I-I would. Y-Y-You're the most beautiful woman I've…ever met, Ivy, a-a-and you…always will be!"

His reward was a lick to his tip. Link threw his head back and screamed in ecstasy.

"And your princess, this Princess Zelda? Am I more beautiful than her?"

"By a thousand miles." Okay, that was definitely staying in this bedroom. He hoped that Ivy would feel the same way. She grinned at him, clearly approving of his answer. Ivy showed it in the fervent licks she delivered to his tip; she never let up on pillowing his cock either. "AAAAAAHHHHH! I-I'M UTTERLY YOURS, IVY! I SWEAR IT! MY LIFE AND MY LOVE, THEY BOTH BELONG TO YOU AND ONLY YOU!"

Though he was clearly riding high on lust, there was love in his voice. While licking his tip, she looked up at him, meeting his warm blue eyes. The fires of lust raged, but so too did the fires of genuine honest-to-God love. Ivy questioned how he could look at her in such a way, yet all the questioning was lost as she felt a tremor in his cock. Her eyes went back to his cock, stilly happily sandwiched between her mounds. All of her attention went to pumping and licking it. She heard Link pull at his restraints, his voice gradually rising.

"Ivy! Ivy! AAAAAAAHHH!"

"That's it, Link! THAT'S IT, SHOUT MY NAME!"

"IVY! IVY!"

Between her womanly assets, his cock continued to twitch, orgasmic fluids building within. Ivy forced those juices out with her breasts, squeezing Link's cock from both sides. His tip was all that poked out from her heavenly valley, and her tongue fell upon it like a mountain top receiving the light of the heavens.

"IVY!"

The alchemist's light triggered an orgasmic eruption. White lava gushed from the tip, splashing across her face, the warm fire burned her face in an absolutely delectable way, just like it'd done before. Ivy exuberant taste Link's cum again, feeling like she was finally drinking pristine water after wondering through the desert.

Link gazed at the sight of Ivy coated in his cum, again, and not just her face but her breasts as well. The more he stared at it, the more he felt his cock hardening after such a powerful orgasm. He was no seer, but he could see more of this in the future, with and without bindings. Speaking of those bindings, he felt his arms suddenly greed. Link didn't pay the retracting wooden bindings any mind, he reached for Ivy. She crawled up to meet his lips; the taste of his cum was on them.

Falling back, the Hylian's naked chest was pressed against Ivy's naked but cum-soaked breasts. His hands were also free to caress her naked ass. As the pair kissed, they felt their respective organs pressing against each other. In separating for air, they stared at each other in sexual longing. They'd been putting this off all night, but now, they'd done everything but full embrace each other.

Ivy sat upright, "Link…I want to do this with you, I want to do it a hundred times with you and only you."

"Ivy," the swordsman emerald swordsman "I feel the same way. You're the first woman that I've ever truly fallen in love with…and you're the most amazing woman that I've ever met. I feel, no, I know that I could travel all of Hyrule and this world…and I'll never meet a woman as amazing as you." Link moved his hands to her hips, positioning her directly above his erect member.

She cried, shedding a handful of tears that he moved to wipe away with his left hand. "You foolish man, I so often wonder where you learned to speak such mundane yet charming words."

"Well, I didn't exactly have a normal childhood. I guess I just read a lot of books…and had one good example to follow, a pair of lovers whom I saw decide to share their last moments together." Link responded. The first half started out as a joke, though the second Ivy could see heartfelt emotion in them.

"Last moments," she mused. "I have sometimes wondered what mine would be. I prayed they would be in silence and dignity, my end heralding the end of the curse of Soul Edge." She moved his left hand back to her hip and repositioned herself atop him, readying herself. "Now, I know what I desire my end to be, hand-in-hand with you, after living a long and happy life together."

Both shared a momentary but loving smile with each other, and then the swordsman from another world and the cursed alchemist joined one another in the most intimate way possible.

"Aiiiiiyyyyy." Ivy hissed. It would have came as a surprise to many that she was still a virgin. Contrary to her attitude and demeanor, she'd lain with a man. All that changed thanks to Link, who would be the man who'd stand beside her for the rest of her life.

Showing that commitment, he shot up, wrapping his arms around her waist and seizing her lips in a kiss. He whispered an apology to her.

"D-D-Don't…think so little of me, Link. This pain…is momentary, and…well worth the pleasure that comes after it." She finished looking up at him and fluttering her eyes his way. Ivy felt his cock twitch in her vagina. It took to its size incredibly fast, squeezing it as it made its home inside of her. "My love…start moving. Claim me as yours!"

He didn't need to be told twice. In spite of what felt like a long night, Link still had energy to burn, plenty of energy in fact now that he felt Ivy's vaginal walls squeezing his member. His hips began to thrust up and down, his hold on her keeping her atop his lap as she bounced atop it. Link loved the feel of her weight atop and against him, her breasts bounced against his chest. Growling, he clenched at her buttocks, squeezing them like they were fruit. Ivy arched her back and howled, slamming her hips downward. His member burned and set fire to her pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhh…aaaaaahhh! That's it, Link! Harder, deeper! Come on, you can give me more!" Screamed the silver-haired aristocratic woman.

"You want it, Ivy…take it! Take it all!" As she knew, he had quite a bit of strength, even without his gauntlets; he was strong enough to lift her up and keep her held up for hours on end. Lifting her up for a brief moment then slamming her down was child's play for him. Ivy's walls tightened around him, her resulting scream echoing in his pointy ears. "You like it, don't you, Ivy!"

"Your cock, I love it, Link!" She declared without an ounce of shame. Really, she was a woman in love, so what was there to be ashamed of? Ivy never thought she'd used such a description in regards to herself. Now that she was feeling the love of a devoted man, she realized that she was truly ready to subject herself to the hell that was solitude and celibacy. Oh, how torturous that existence now seemed to her. She couldn't bear the thought of not making love to Link. "Ooooooohhhh! Ooooohhhhhh! More, Link! Give me moooorre!"

"Here it comes, Ivy!" Thundered the blond swordsman, stepping up the pace of his thrusts. How fast could he keep on going? How much harder? Those were questions that he would find with Ivy, traveling this sensual road. "Ahhhhh…aaaaahhhh! Ivy! Ivy! YOUR PUSSY-"

"AND YOUR COCK-"

"IT'S AMAZING!" They shouted in unison.

The bed beneath them was rocking like a boat out at sea in a storm. Their voices and bodies were thunder, booming in the dead of the night. Link moved his body like lightning, rocking his hips up and down, driving it deep into the alchemist's womanhood. After taking her maidenhood, he felt a driving force to push on; he listened to it. Link growled feeling Ivy's nails bit into his backside; he took her nail marks as markings, personal markings. He belonged to her, he would be her ally, her personal knight, her friend, her lover, her husband-her everything.

Ivy felt the same way regarding Link. Though the journey had been rocky, preposterous even, yet they'd undertaken it, and int the process came together.

"AAAAAAHHH! YES! OOOOOOH, YESSSS! THAT'S IT, LINK! MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"

"I WILL, IVY! I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING THAT YOU DESERVE!"

OOOOOHHHH! OOOOOHHHH!"

"AAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAHHH!"

Her walls tightened and his cock stiffened. Both of them knew what it meant, yet pressed on together. Link buried himself in Ivy's jiggling chest, biting and licking her tits. Ivy continued to dig her nails into his backside, breaking skin and leaving claw marks. Truly, it felt like the evil that had infested her from the moment she was born was being burnt away by the ecstasy delivered by Link's pumping member. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes.

"LINK…I'M SO CLOSE!"

"ME TOO, ISABELLA!"

"TOGETHER, DARLING! TOGETHER NOW AND EVERY MOMENT HENCEFORTH!"

"ISABELLA!"

"LINK!"

He made one final thrust, hitting the fencer's core and shooting rope after rope of his fertile seed into her. The alchemic swordswoman responded by dousing his member with cum from all sides. It was the couple's first orgasm as exactly that-a couple, a pair unofficially bound together for the rest of their lives. Their juices mixed together in the bowls of Ivy's womb, then slipped out through her occupied silt. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her entire body seemingly went slack, the only feeling she had being in her hips, which buzzed with erotic electricity. That buzz turned into a fiery explosion as Link thrusted his hips upward, shooting more of his cum into her.

Yet again showcasing his hard-fought strength, Link held Ivy in his arms while keeping himself upright. Like her, he was breathing hard, his body shacking as his orgasm ran its course like hers. As their joint orgasm died down, their grip on each other's bodies loosened, but they didn't let go.

Slowly, Ivy pulled herself away from Link's embrace. Panting, she stared at him with affection. "My love…"

"Always and forever yours." He responded with a sweaty but tender smile.

Her pussy tightened around his member at the words. "Look at me, blushing like some love-struck maiden, though I suppose that's what I am." Ivy laughed. Shutting her eyes, she focused her sorcerous powers on Link's back, knowing that she'd unintentionally injured him. He said nothing regarding the claw marks she'd left on him; to him, they were merely a minor inconvenience.

"Thank you, Ivy." He said once the wounds healed via her alchemic touch. Link never got tired of being the recipient of her healing alchemy. He knew that Ivy's skill with alchemy went far beyond what she showed to others, using it primarily for combat. It could be used for other purposes, quite a few beneficial.

Purring in delight, she rewarded his manners with a sweet kiss. "Say, Link?" she broached. "Do you still have enough strength for one more round of intercourse?"

"Does this answer your question?" Grinning, he rolled his hips, shaking her vaginal walls with his still hard cock, which was still stuffed in her.

Its fullness made it hard for Ivy to dislodge herself from him. Moving to the side of the Hylian, she propped herself up on her hands and knees. Smirking, she spanked her right buttock. "Come here and take me in this position. Don't deny that you haven't thought of it. Ramming your masculine blade into me and dominating me, teaching me my place as your devoted whore." He gaped like a fish, crimson completely overtaking his face. Whatever denial he was going to try to put up, his twitching and cum-soaked cock debunked them. "You've taken two of my three holes Link, I won't have a man who quits when the battle is not yet won."

"T-T-Two o-o-out of three?" He screeched, scandalized. "I-I-Ivy, y-you-"

"Want this, Link." She assured him. In spite of the lewdness of the act she was suggesting, her eyes were as gentle as the moon after a storm. "You're the man that I've chosen to love and cherish, Link, so I will give all of myself to you."

Link shut his jaw and silently got into position. His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, his mind reeling as he tried to recount how exactly he arrived at this point in life. That recollection became a distant thought as he stared at the plump round cheeks of Ivy's ass. He ran his hands along the smooth surface, listening to her moan in joyous ecstasy.

His dominant hand seized his cock as he lined it up with her anal hole. "I swear, I'll prove myself worth of such honors, Ivy." His eyes flashed with lustful hunger. "And I swear to Hylia…I will pleasure you until my touch is all you can think of."

Oh, Link, I am already at that point. The alchemist cooed inside her head.

"URGH!"

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!"

She tore the bedsheets, her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets and her heart momentarily skipped several beats. Ivy had a vague idea of what she was to expect from having her anal virginity taken, but it was nothing compared to actually having it happen.

It felt absolutely amazing.

"More! Start moving! Now, now, Link!"

Grinning, he began to move his hips in a forward and back motion. Yep, he definitely still had quite a lot of energy to burn, and what better way to burn it than by taking the Countess of the Valentine Family from the ass. It wasn't surprising that she enjoyed being taken in such a lewd fashion, then again, a woman of her station would have been scandalized to engage in such a lustful activity in such a…primal manner. However, Ivy was a woman with wants and desires that had been unchained. Meanwhile, within Link, a ravenous, sexually hungry beast had been created and let loose.

It greedily took the countess' ass.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH THAT'S IT! IT FEELS SO GOOOOOD!"

"BY HYLIA, IT DOES! IVY, YOUR ASS…IT'S…IT'S INCREDIBLE!"

"HARDER, LINK! FUCK ME HARDER! POUND ME, BREAK ME!"

"MINE…ISBELLAB! YOU'RE…YOU'RE MY WOMAN!"

"YES, I AM! I AM YOURS TO HAVE AND HOLD! YOURS TO LOVE! YOURS TO FUCK! YOURS TO…YOURS TO…YOURS TO-"

SMACK! SMACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! YESSSSS!"

"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! SO TIGHT…SO TIGHT AND AMAZING!"

The smack of hips and ass continued, a sensual storm that seemed strong enough to blow out the candles around the pair. Thunderous cracks split the air, Ivy's ass gradually turning red as the sexually aggressive antics she so gleefully indulged in were turned on her. She absolutely loved it. Due to their positions, they couldn't look at each other, but their screaming voices were pleasurable enough for the other to listen to.

"LINK, I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN!"

"SO AM I, ISABELLA! IN YOUR ASS…I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR ASS!"

"DO IT, MARK ME! CLAIM ME! I AM YOURS…AND YOU ARE MINE!"

One last thrust and he pulled his hips back, his cock throbbing, then it pushed it right back into the British woman's anal hole. "ISABELLA!"

"LINK!"

White-hot cum shot straight into the alchemist' ass, her most sacred hole, claimed like her other two. Ivy was more than happy to have it claimed, to have her insides marked yet again. Her asshole quickly filled up with his masculine essence while her own inner walls expunged her live nectar. The bedsheets became stained with droplets of mixed cum.

The countess fell forward, her ass still held tightly in Link's grasp as he continued to fuck her until he finally ran out of strength. It felt like that took another hour, which Ivy was quite happy for. She was drooling into the pillows, an act that would have utterly disgusted her on a normal occasion. The silver-haired fencer accepted that this was part of love-the messy aftermath of intercourse with her beloved.

Ivy felt the sudden removal of his cock from her flooded asshole. She felt the removal of her leggings and heels. Now, she was truly completely naked, just like Link, who loomed over her.

"Isabella," he whispered before coming down upon her lips. Ivy eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

Naked, they cuddled against each other, neither saying a word or moving an inch. Save for their breathing and the flickering of the candles around them. They were content to let the candles burn away, falling asleep to the slow dying light. It was a beautiful way to go to sleep, along with being curled up in each other's arms. Falling asleep in each other's arms, and eventually waking up in one another's arms, it was nothing short of fantastic.

"Your hair…it reminds me so much of gold." The alchemist whispered, reaching up and stroking his spikes. "I'd be overjoyed to touch them every morning."

"Isabella…you could, you can." He responded with a small smile. "Wherever you go, I'll be there."

She was silently stroked his hair; he could tell she was deep in thought. "Wherever I go...Link, as much as I enjoy having you, I know that your homeland needs you." Ivy saw the brief conflict in his eyes, the grimace that proved that she was right. Even if he professed his love for her, he still had a duty to his homeland. She saw him struggle and eventually come to some sort of compromise. The alchemic swordswoman slid her hand down to his lips, silencing him. "Tell me, would your world's goddesses mind if you…brought someone else back with you when you return home?"

His eyes lit up and his pointed ears twitched. Ivy couldn't help but turn her small smile into a seductive grin. The next thing that she knew, the Hylian jumped her; she happily embraced him. It was one hell of a way to start the morning off, and an excellent prelude to all those that were to come in the future, a future they would both share.

Fin

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And thus ends my first crossover lemon, as well as my first Soul Calibur lemon. Here's hoping I kept Link and Ivy in-character, showed their relationship progression, and made one hell of a steamy lemon. For the latter, even though Ivy presents one hell of a sexy dominatrix front, she still believes herself bound by her curse thus the idea of a relationship is simply not on the table for her…until Link gets involved. One day, I'd like to do a full story chronicling their relationship; I'm definitely going to do a few more little stories like this featuring them since I like Link and Ivy as a couple. There's another Soul Calibur girl that I'll be pairing Link up with in the future, so more stories like this to look forward to. Hopefully you all enjoyed this story. Leave your thoughts in the review!