Thanks to the few who suggested this! I write excerpts that have nothing to do with my other stories like Grace, so this might be a good outlet for the more adult topics. These shots will be in no particular order to the timeline and may contain themes that are sensitive, so please read at your own discretrion.

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Mercy

A tight-knit row of tents were posted up by the fossil-tree pond. After apprehending the wizzrobe came the long saga of setting up camp, which would have to be torn down the following morning. With their wee hours wearing thin, they were finally warranted enough free time to relax, and one unfortunate champion would have to face the misery of staying awake to take watch. Since no one would dare throw themselves into it, Impa was left with having to choose someone at random. With a hasty flip of a coin, the choice got narrowed down to Zelda and the Appointed Knight, to which he lost by default. To his surprise, the ether from Mipha's concentrated alleviation gave him a boost in energy, and his wounds were gone, as if never there, so losing this night's sleep wasn't very taxing for him.

This was easily the hundredth time being injured around Mipha, but to this degree was certainly the first. His wounds should have easily killed him. Had Mipha not been there, he would have died. The sensation of being awoken under the effects of safflina was something totally new for him. When it subsided, what was left was a shimmery, calm afterglow, which were also the effects of Mipha's concentrated alleviation. It felt almost like a reset button, but with a bonus stockpile of standby energy. Usually, after an injury, it would take him a bit of rest to get back on his feet, but after her care-taking, he felt that he could take on several more adversaries and barely even work up a sweat.

Though everyone had long since gone to bed, a campfire still burned gently at the center providing light for Link to safely check each perimeter. There were shadows along the tree line that marked a clear boundary for their safe space. His ears were tuned to the sound of the silence for any sudden noises. Though the Ridgeland territory was known to be dry and rocky, there were patches of greenery poked up all over Lindor's Brow that created a gentle serenade of static against the wind.

Out of the darkness there he heard a snap. His eyes darted upward across the tree line toward the source of the sound. He sat motionless, waiting to hear another crack or crunch coming from the shadows. The sound of his heartbeat pestered over his senses. All the hushed noise of his environment was oddly deafening. Suddenly, again, a snap, this time coming from a spot further northwest. Whatever was beyond the tree line was clearly moving.

He immediately stood up with his hand over the hilt of his blade. His knees bent at a balanced angle to prepare a lunge in any direction if need be. There was a sudden rustle in the space just in front of him, but it seemed to be moving deeper into the shadows. He tilted his head curiously as he released his grip from the Master Sword and snuck up to the space between the tree line. Once his feet crossed the light boundary into the darkness, there emerged a stiff disadvantage on his end. Any threat would have a solid five to ten seconds of opportunity to strike while his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. He dragged his feet carefully across the brush toward the source of the sound.

Suddenly, there was a rustle coming from behind. Like a cat, he paused dead in his tracks as he felt someone inching in closer. Without warning, a gentle hand came over his mouth from behind. Another reached from the other side and slowly slid underneath his tunic. The sound of a lovingly familiar giggle passed over his ear. He turned around to see Mipha standing there with her eyes glaring into his.

"You scared the hell out of me," He whispered. "What are you-"

His monologue was interrupted by her impatient lips. His chest met with a force unbounded. She latched herself onto him with a fistful of his hair inside her hand. The venture of his enticing taste pushed her further in until her lust gained leverage over him. A plate of mossy grass below them silently muffled their fall, and the ground quickly became woven with affection. Something primal came over her as she straddled over him and teased his mouth open with her thumb. She moaned gently, each kiss followed by a brief loss of breath.

Bumps grew along his skin when her cold hands reached down and exposed his beveled chest. A curious trail of fingers led down the folds of his tunic and marveled at what was within. Her longing for more tempted the caged beast inside. His discipline stood no chance against her advances. It would not take long for him to give in.

"Okay okay, I lose," he chuckled.

"I haven't even started."

Her lips sent a shiver down his spine. If heaven had any leverage, this held no comparison. Teasing him became her new favorite game. Though rough and callous, his skin was sensitive, and her merciless onslaught plagued him into submission. She worshiped his stone-like stature. She made sure to leave no portion untouched. Tranquility would fall over him so long as she tended to him. She did it proudly knowing he would come back for more. And her pent-up desire was quickly getting the best of her.

It seemed she had an appetite for something more. The Appointed Knight shivered in disbelief as her hand went below his belt and felt around. Embarrassment plagued his face when he immediately responded by bulging out against his trousers. Her heart raced with excitement at the feeling of him stiffening up inside her hand. Teasing him slowly, starting with the tip, she placed her thumb over the spout and rubbed around the sensitive mid-sides. A warm liquid formed around her thumb the more she continued. He was already so close to bursting, she could tell. Helpless moans started to come from him as she maintained leverage over him.

With a smug grin on her face, she transitioned to stroking him, top to bottom, with his prize throbbing in her hand as she continued. The rush that came with the constant begs for desire only amplified her onset euphoria. The excitement she felt led the space between her legs to start swelling profusely. It was so wet that it was dripping down the sides of her thighs.

Primal, unquenchable gluttony came over her. Her eyes were glued to his.

"Messy boy,"

She kissed him. Over and over again. Feeling him stiffen up inside her hand. Before he could react, her lips ensued a long barrage down his neck and through his chest. His body shivered the closer she got down to his waistline. The same curious hands that paralyzed him slowly pulled his trousers down with her lips still following a steady trail downward.

He was rock stiff, throbbing at the beat of his heart rate. Her face glowed with excitement when she finally got her prize. She locked eyes with him before mercilessly dragging her tongue against the sides of his shaft, and a defiant moan escaped her chest at the taste of his satisfied fluid running down the tip. Her head was swollen with ecstasy. The same kisses that weaved across his chest now drooled against the sides of the tip and made more clear liquid pour out. A savory, salty taste that filled her palate. She was drunk with obsession over it.

He was quickly realizing that this wasn't her first time. The glaring look in her eyes when she put it down her throat threw his head back with submission. She gagged audibly, letting the length of it create streams of drool down her neck. Shamelessly tilting her head to the side so it would bulge out against her cheek. With all of her expertise, he was already near to tap out; she could tell. But it didn't keep her from indulging onward, moaning gleefully before each swing of her neck.

It was ravishing, to say the least. The familiar rush that came with having her way with him was all she could ever think about now. Her pride to serve him in combat fueled her lust like a forest fire. She wanted nothing more now than a safe outlet for all her pent-up energy. He was just the perfect one. Everything he did to her was magic. What she had accomplished at this moment was returning the favor, an act that was abundant with benefits. The look on his face when she'd take him further down her throat was priceless.

She felt him start to twitch, quickly pulling away with her tongue pressed out against the tip. Stroking gently, waiting patiently for her reward. The leer in her eyes sent plights of lust into his mind. Her breath panted with his shaft sliding shamelessly against her tongue.

With no restraint, his waist buckled forward and released a stream of endless pulses across her face and mouth. She nodded happily and let it all drool down the sides of her tongue. A myriad of overwhelming emotions made her brain dead at the sensation of him climaxing all over her. For a moment, her mind went blank, basking in the drowning pool of ecstasy that she'd created. After coming to, she caught her breath and cleaned it all off with her tongue dragging across her fingers. The level of satisfaction she felt at this very moment was incomparable to anything she'd experienced in life before.

The shimmery glare in her eyes paired up with her cheeky, innocent smile. She was proud of herself. A cascading domino effect of over-indulgence got her worked up all over again. The second she reached a peak she barreled down the descent just to start the cycle of euphoria all over again. It was only her gentle modesty that kept her from verbally asking for more, but the maddening inebriation of their private encounters was making her cravings insatiable.

The Appointed Knight was doomed to endure a never-ending joust of lust with her at this rate. Both of them being competitive in nature sank them into a constant cyclical tirade of intimate retribution. Each of them wanted nothing more than to drown the other in euphoria. They thrived off of the satisfaction that came with it.

His eyes caught sight of an opportunity. Her shivering legs indicated an appetizing reward for his hungered palate. He flipped her onto her back and pressed her knees up to her chest, exposing her sensitive area temptingly.

The odor alone piqued his taste for her. He wasted no time splaying his tongue out against her sensitive spots. Her voice immediately responded with quiet gasps of elation. He was quite the expert down there. A periodic peck or two from his lips would send waves of ecstasy up her spine. She stared at his hypnotized glare, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time. It was driving her insane. There was nothing more satisfying than seeing his face laid out in the space between her legs. It swayed side to side just over the perfect spot. It was clear that he was enjoying himself. His breath shook as she guided his head up and down.

It felt so good she couldn't believe it. Her voice whimpered. The freedom to have her way with him in peace was majestic, squirming under the endless sweeps of pleasure coming from below. Marks were burrowed against her lower lip from where she'd been biting down for too long.

A tight, swelling sensation finally emerged from between her legs. Her knees buckled inward as she felt herself rising towards a climax. The frantic whimper that escaped her throat signaled an incoming waterfall. Her body doubled forward and shook in satiation. She shook with each relentless blow of euphoria. The anatomy of her insides helplessly gushed out against him in short throbbing pulses. She came everywhere, all over his face. It didn't seem to be stopping either. She cupped her hand over her mouth frantically, watching her insides flush out over his face.

Her body lost balance and hovered close to going unconscious. The beat of her heart was rampant regardless of how much she tried to calm herself down. He rose from between her legs with a proud look on his face as he wiped away the reward from his lips. The lightheaded, braindead Mipha struggled to stay conscious with a sublime level of satisfaction completely inebriating her. The feeling of something rock-hard leaned up against her leg. She was pleasantly surprised to see he was still ready to keep going. She whined, begging him to go inside. The onset relapse of her addictive tendencies were quick to repeat the entire process of incline all over again, dooming her into an endless plague of cyclical indulgence.

With a whimper of relief, her insides gushed loudly as he finally went in. Her body went limber and her voice croaked out of her neck. A callous hand went over her throat and his thumb ran across her lips. She immediately opened her mouth to let it in. He was being so relentless, proudly dominating her before she could even react properly. Her eyes rolled backward intermittently with each satisfying wave of rapture. The look in her eyes was mangled.

He used her like a toy, taking her legs and pressing them tightly against her chest. Throwing her body around to his liking. Each new angle of leverage that he gained compounded the ecstasy she felt under his submission. He was so relentless. Constantly establishing control. Teasing her periodically by sliding the tip in and out gently, tapping the outside, only to double the sensation when he would finally push himself all the way in again.

She loved being tossed up like this, especially by him. She gladly allowed herself to go limber while he continued. Her body was prim and slender, the perfect size for someone like him. An hourglass shape that grooved out humbly to a perfect waist. She could tell he was enjoying every inch of her. He seemed to like seeing her in such a helpless position.

Her heart was racing. How satisfying to see a war-torn knight begin to lose control. The sound of her lust-filled moans filled the air around them. The grip of her hand crept up around his neck and wrapped tightly around it. He reacted by using his hands to press her arms down against the soil. Her body was under his control. It was all his, for all she was concerned. Every inch of her was all his. She loved the thought of making him lose control.

After a valiant attempt to hold it in, Link's head fell forward in defeat. A faint sensation of liquid pouring out filled her insides. A cocky grin grew around the corners of her face with her legs locking him in place. It kept going, escaping through the corners after filling her entirely. It gargled out of her like a clogged faucet. She smothered it around from side to side as it continually filled her up. The raging obsession that brewed inside of her head turned into blatant gluttony. The feeling of his stiff shaft all the way inside a sea of his own seed was all she asked for. She was selfishly indulging without care for conviction.

The grip of her hand crept up around his neck and wrapped tightly around it. She pulled him in and kissed him with an open mouth. Her eyes were open and so were his. Peering into each other, slowly exploring each corner of his lips at her leisure. The wisp of his breath stained the back of her throat, leaving behind a trace of ecstasy every time his lips would pry hers open. She was quickly running out of breath, and she pulled away making just enough space for someone to speak.

The glare in her eyes shattered the silence. She paused as her words lodged their way up her throat.

"I-," she shuddered. "I love you."

She beat him to it. He was just about to say it by the time he recomposed himself but her lips would have none of it. His eyes shook, staring deep into hers. The leather that bound his gloves snaped as he slowly stroked her cheeks.

"I love you," he responded.

A moment of bliss came over him and a strange puddle of tears formed around his eyes. Those words. Those three simple words, encapsulated in the form of a whisper, sent his heart cascading down an endless void of bliss. She smiled, fighting back the same puddle of tears around her own eyes. Pulling his lips desperately back onto hers with salty tears in between. She repeated the phrase, over and over, breaking in between each kiss into inaudible whispers. He responded in cyclical fashion, with the tone of each whisper growing restrained with bewilderment. For a moment, he forgot anything was even real and felt like all of his life was just a movie. Every moment, every second, building up to this one encounter. It all felt like a dream.

There was a rustle in the treeline behind them. Mipha covered up her chest and yanked Link in closer. A quick glance proved that nobody could be seen, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was there. She hid below the wall of light coming faintly from the fire and giggled into his chest. It seemed they didn't really care if anyone was there or not. The onset of reality came at them like a freight train, lifting the fog of lust that was clouding their judgment. It was late, and both of them were probably supposed to be resting instead of this.

So much build-up led up to this moment. All of their private encounters made many pent-up emotions overflow into an inevitable crash of euphoria. Mipha surely never expected their first time to be out in the wild, during a mission. It's a miracle it didn't happen sooner since they had many opportunities. After teasing the Appointed Knight into infatuation, it was a fate that was doomed to pass. She waited patiently and showed much restraint up until this point. A serenade of cicadas began to work up around them. They basked in the beautiful blend of sounds woven between their steady breaths. This was magical; surreal to her. His arms tightly wrapped around her shoulders, tumbling them over onto their sides, making their bodies intertwine tightly together. The pounding from his ribcage shook her in pulses. After the continued descent in excitement came a moment of compassion and release. His breath huffed and chuckled in between pants.

"You have all of me. I surrender."

She giggled, her voice barely wisping out. "Wise," She tapped his cheek gently. "It's foolish to keep me from what's mine."

"Mercy."

The tips and taps of her fingers along his neck and collar rose bumps along his skin. Her witty giggles restrained beneath the wisp of her breath mixed with the silent serenade that surrounded them. The contrast of her incredibly gentle touch against the ravishing tide of her rapture was beautiful to him. The mischief of stealing each other away at a moment's notice became a part of the beauty behind it all. The release of all the pent-up lust was met with a well-deserved wave of relief in the form of endless touch. Her hand would repeat a loop down his shoulder and back up his neck.

When she would finally get him in this state, she'd focus finely on his body's reaction to her fingers' taps and teases, knowing fully well it would slowly induce him into a tingle-coma. His eyes were sealed shut and she could feel his breath shifting into steady cycles of unconsciousness. There was a trail of goosebumps along his skin from Mipha's soft fingers just barely scraping the surface.

A smile curled around her lips. "You're falling asleep."

"Hm," He chuckled. "You hypnotize me."

Her finger poked at his chest. "You have a job to do, Mister."

His chest rose and fell, moving back into a cyclical state of unconsciousness. A moment of silence arose, anticipating a delayed response of some sort, only to be met with more silence. She laughed at his almost immediate departure from reality. A soft tap on the forehead jolted him back awake.

"Hm," His eyes woozed open. "One more minute."

It was as if he had a butler in his head, taking messages for the Appointed Knight and answering vaguely as to his whereabouts. He was almost snoring. She couldn't help but giggle at the situation they'd got themselves into. Not only would it be unwise to fall asleep outside of camp, but Link would also have to stay awake for at least two more hours to complete the nightly watch cycle. Even at this rate, the risk, consequence, and reward proved to be completely worth it. This level of passion could not be bound down by any force of nature. Prying them apart would be impossible. Like magnets, they would helplessly crash into each other, by simply being nearby, and the force of their bond would only grow stronger with time.

🎶 Jeremy Soule - Skyrim Atmospheres ( 4:57 - 10:54) 🎶

You guys ever take a nap and wake up twice as tired? Me every day. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the spicy trope between these two.

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