Chapter Six – a passionate interlude and a revelation
With nowhere to go and nothing pressing to do, we slept late into the morning. I awoke to the sensation of Link's warm lips caressing my shoulder from behind and his top hand rubbing my side up and down in long, sweeping strokes. No sooner had these sensations registered in my consciousness, than I felt his hot, rigid member pressing between my buttocks.
"Mmmm…" I groaned, the butterflies springing into flight in my belly and my nether regions beginning to throb with arousal. I finagled my way onto my back in the tiny bed, turning my face toward him. He was propped up on his elbow, smiling and gazing at me with tender love – and more than a little lust – in his bottomless blue eyes. I smiled back and rubbed the sleep out of my own eyes, then turned more toward him and caressed his handsome cheek, feeling the light stubble beneath my palm. He leaned down and kissed me, his lips feather light upon mine. When I sighed, he kissed me again, a bit harder, his tongue flicking across my bottom lip.
"Water," I croaked, acutely aware of my dry mouth and self-conscious about my breath.
Link twisted around and reached behind him, returning with the glass of water he'd set on the nightstand the night before. I drank greedily and handed the nearly-empty glass back to him so he could return it to its place. Then he picked himself up off the mattress, threw back the covers, and positioned himself over me, pushing his legs between mine and settling onto both his elbows as he continued kissing me. His mouth devoured mine; he nibbled at my bottom lip and delved into my mouth with his eager tongue, and as the kisses intensified so, too, did the heat between my legs. He leaned on his right elbow and used his left hand to cup my breast through my chemise, flicking his thumb across my nipple, then apparently decided this wasn't good enough and slipped his hand up under my chemise to touch my bare breast with his burning palm. Pushing the fabric up out of the way, he applied his mouth over my areola, sucking and licking the stiffened nipple. I was dizzy with the pleasure.
My own hands were roaming over his tight shoulders and down his arms and back, feeling all the contours of his muscles and tenderly stroking the many battle scars I found. We were pressing our hips together rhythmically, and I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life - except when I had so desperately wanted to access my power to save him and my people, of course. His warmth, his strength, the sounds of his heavy breathing and animalistic groans, and his distinct masculine aroma all combined to create an intoxicating elixir that left me near senseless and completely vulnerable to him.
Link had started grinding faster against me, grunting with passion and exertion, kissing every part of me he could reach with his mouth. I boldly clutched his firm buttocks in both my hands, wrapped my legs around his, and pulled him harder against my crotch, feeling the tension of my orgasm building at the thought of his taking his pleasure from my body. When his body tensed and he wrapped his arms tightly around me, lifting my shoulders off the mattress, squirming and smashing his mouth to mine with unrestrained passion, my own body responded with an earth-shattering orgasm of its own, more intense and mind-numbing than the one he had given me that other night so long ago.
It was over all too soon, and Link had to remove his soaked shorts before lying down to snuggle next to me. It seemed to be an unspoken agreement between us that we not fully consummate our love until our wedding night; we both wanted to keep that most intimate act as something sacred to look forward to. We knew that there were other ways to satisfy one another without that particular act. I toyed with his right nipple with my left hand, as he lay once again on his side showering my face and hair with loving kisses.
"I love you so very much," I breathed, gazing up at his beautiful face.
He leaned down with a pent-up groan and caught my mouth once again with his soft, full lips. I could feel something akin to desperation in that kiss, something that spoke volumes regarding his true feelings when his words - "I love YOU, Zelda" - could only scratch the surface. We lay there kissing and touching one another's bodies everywhere we could reach in our cramped little bed, reveling in the newness of our physical relationship.
All good things must come to an end, and eventually our full bladders got the best of us. We had a wonderful degree of privacy here at Link's secluded home, so we gathered up drying cloths, soap, and a change of clothes, set them next to Link's pond, availed ourselves of the privy, then bathed together in the pond.
It was so strange to reveal my completely naked body to someone other than a nursemaid or a lady-in-waiting, but so deeply intimate. I could not help but stare at Link's well-toned golden body, lusting after him physically while marveling at how deeply I loved him. I was fascinated with the thatch of golden hair at the apex of his legs, and the neat package of his manhood that dwelt there. By the same token, he seemed to be equally taken with me; he insisted upon washing every inch of me himself, and as he took his time "washing" between my legs, I saw his lusty organ begin to rise once again. We gave up on the bath and collapsed on the bank of the pond, frantically pawing at one another, pulling wet hair, squeezing, pinching, biting, trying to devour each other. While our first session had started out drowsy and tender, this one was far more primal and urgent. The sun beat down on us, the wind tumbled our hair and cooled our hot skin, and all of nature seemed to contribute to the wild, fierce joy of our lovemaking. Never had I felt so exposed, so free, so in tune with the ancient goddess spirit within me.
Link pushed me roughly back onto the soft moss at the edge of the pond. Once I had squirmed into a comfortable position, he went straight to work at tasting me from the tips of my ears down to my belly, with a momentary pause at my breasts to bite, suckle, and tease my nipples to attention. I had closed my eyes and twined my fingers in his hair, enjoying every moment, but when he slid further down between my knees and I felt his breath on my mound and his hair brushing my inner thighs, my heart leaped with both desire and apprehension. Before I could speak any reservations, his tongue pressed sensuously against my hot, wet flesh, swirling in little circles, and I quite literally went dizzy with exquisite pleasure, my breath escaping in a long, quivering sigh. He took my flesh into his warm mouth and sucked gently, and I groaned in animal passion, my fingers clenching in his hair. This was like nothing we'd done before. I thought I would die from the pleasure as his fingers found their way into me and worked slowly in and out, his mouth devouring me all the while. I felt positively dirty at the feelings he aroused in me, how quickly I reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. I cried out, growled, wept, sobbed with the overwhelming sensations, clamping his head between my thighs, bucking my hips uncontrollably. He continued his gentle, maddening sucking and licking until I had ridden it all out.
The waves eventually ebbed, and I was left limp, panting, and sweating. Link came up to lie next to me, and I was somewhat embarrassed to see him licking his lips and wiping his face, looking extremely self-satisfied. He kissed me tenderly, and I could smell myself on his breath. It made me feel uncomfortable and self-conscious, but at least he seemed to enjoy it.
"Where did you learn that?" I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer.
"Well, I heard about it secondhand from the soldiers," he replied, and I laughed.
"What DIDN'T they talk about?" I smirked.
"Not much," he acknowledged. "They seemed to like to discuss sex around me because they knew I was still a virgin. They found it amusing that their best swordsman was uncomfortable with the ladies. They made it a game to see if they could turn my ears red."
"Well, I'm glad you were, because that means I get you all to myself. I don't suppose they spoke of what a woman could do to pay you back in kind...?"
"Actually... Zelda, you should know that I WAS with one woman before you. She taught me everything firsthand."
"I thought you just said you were a virgin," I said accusingly, feeling a tight ball of jealousy form in my belly.
"I was at the time I heard the stories from the soldiers," Link said. "But although I had a huge crush on you, I believed that you were beyond my reach. I was, and am, a commoner.
"A pretty scullery maid who was a few years older than me caught me sitting below your tower, pining for you. She had a basket of food and said she was looking for a good picnic spot, and asked me to join her. We talked while we ate, and she told me she was a widow and had started working at the castle to support herself. When she spoke of her late husband, we got on the subject of archery, and I offered to teach her.
"She turned out to be very good, a natural," he continued. "We had an easy friendship; she admitted she was attracted to me but she didn't fawn over me like the other girls. She said my friendship was the most important thing to her. We had little friendly competitions – of course, I always won, but she was close. We could talk to each other about anything. She made me cheeses and one divine pie as payments for my lessons, and I ended up falling in love with her. I didn't even know how to kiss her properly, but she showed me that and more."
Link's eyes seemed to be focused far away, and a trace of a smile touched his lips as he remembered. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I thought of him doing to another woman what he had just done to me, but I held my tongue, knowing that he needed to tell me everything.
"When I was named a Champion, I had to stop seeing her. We had training missions and other pressing priorities, plus I became your knight, which was above and beyond my own aspirations, I must say. I had only hoped to become one of the Royal Guard, not your personal knight. I was thrilled and honored, but I knew it would bring an end to my relationship with her. I wrote to her as often as I could, and recommended her to the Royal Army as an archer, at her request. I don't know if she joined the ranks, if she lived through the Calamity, or where she might have gone afterwards if she did survive. For all I know, she could have been in the castle at the time that Ganon broke free. Her home and the village she lived in, Mabe Village, were all destroyed in the Calamity. I've been there, and sifted through the rubble.
"Anyway, I'm grateful to her for showing me love, and for showing me how to properly love a woman. I never dreamed at the time that the next woman I would please in that way would be the very princess I had always longed for."
"What was her name?" I asked.
He looked me in the eye as he said her name. "Larissa."
I looked away from him as I absorbed everything he had just told me. I supposed I was being rather silly, being jealous of a woman who, even if she HAD survived the Calamity, was most likely long dead. I had to stop the dark thought in its tracks, that I had to beat out the competition through death, both Mipha and Larissa. That was my own insecurity speaking, and I didn't want to let it take control. I had to remember that Link said he loved me first, and the only reason he'd gone to Larissa's bed was that he thought he could never be with me. Link had never lied to me before; he had no reason to start now. He had been completely open and honest with me. Now he was waiting quietly and patiently while I cogitated. Finally, I spoke, but I was too timid to look him in the eye as I asked the question.
"So, how did Larissa reciprocate this exquisite favor?"
"You sure you want to know?"
Now I looked at him, giving him a sorry approximation of a death stare. "If I didn't want to know, would I have asked?"
Link grinned, first in relief and then with a naughty twist to the corner of his mouth, and answered my question.
My face burned as he described the act, but I did want to please him as he had pleased me. I was desperately afraid of making a fool of myself, but I was not a coward. I positioned myself as comfortably as I could, leaning on one elbow, and grasped his sizeable member in my hand, stroking automatically. My bottom hand was positioned just below his crotch, and his testicles were right at my fingertips. I moved my elbow in closer and held them in my hand, feeling their weight, stroking them gently. Link's member was already oozing fluid, and I rubbed it into the head with my thumb before gingerly sticking out my tongue and tasting it. It was salty and not altogether unpleasant. Link's hips were trying to buck, and I could tell he was restraining the urge to push himself into my mouth, trying to allow me to take my time and explore him. I swirled my tongue around the head, glancing up to see his response. He closed his eyes and let out his breath in a ragged sigh, shuddering. I lowered my mouth over the head and sucked, and his hand jumped into my hair as he gasped and moaned, but he didn't force my head down. Little by little, I took more of it into my mouth, sucking each time I pulled back, testing my limits. It was uncomfortable and strange putting something so large into my mouth; princesses are taught to take small bites, never stuff their mouths, never speak with their mouths full. I glanced up at Link once again and found him watching me with a smoldering, almost crazed look in his eyes. The butterflies in my belly roared to life; I was making him crazy, and I felt empowered. I lowered my mouth as far as I could over his hot, hard, twitching member, then pulled back with firmer suction, flicking my tongue back and forth against it as I withdrew once more.
To my surprise, Link growled and shoved me back, taking his own member into his hand and squeezing it tightly just below the head, metering his breathing as he spoke to me.
"If I didn't make you stop just then, I would have discharged my seed right into your lovely mouth. And that's not where I want to put it." He snatched at my arm, indicating that he wanted me to move back up next to him.
I complied, and he turned toward me and kissed me once again, pushing me from my side to my back and positioning himself between my legs. He took one of my hands in his and placed it on his member, and I wrapped my hand around it. He covered my hand with his, and together we stroked his engorged organ until I felt the telltale twitch and he groaned in pleasure. He then made me let go so he could press it firmly against my still-wet slit, holding it with one hand and propping himself all the way up on his other hand, feasting his eyes on the lewd scene as he slid it up and down. His seed pumped out in spurts, drenching my crotch even further, and I delighted in it.
Needless to say, we needed another bath after that, but I didn't mind. I was at peace and satisfied to be at home and safe with Link, ready to start a new life as a new woman in a new Hyrule.