Hello everyone~ Hope you've all had a fun week, with at least one good thing that made you smile! Anyway, Chapter 4 is here… This one's for all you pervs :P
Children go shoo~
Chapter 4
A week had passed since the Yiga clan attacked an unsuspecting Gerudo Town. Its people were still in a state of recovery, where patrols continued to march through the streets and guard duties at every entrance had been doubled. News about the attack had spread through the area, and with fewer travellers daring to go near the Gerudo desert region, business in town was beginning to suffer. The markets were empty, the main square was quiet. All but the sound of the town's waterfalls had been silenced.
Each time Zelda stepped foot into the main square, she was struck with sadness. There were so few visitors that the market stall owners had stopped shouting their wares. The silence of their voices made the marketplace a very quiet and lonely place. Unfortunately, today was no different. The good news she carried, ready to be delivered to her knight, didn't make it any easier to ignore the lonely silence. There were no haggling tourists, no bustling crowds, and even the stall owners seemed defeated. It was so different to the usual Gerudo Town she loved to visit.
Zelda took a deep breath and refused to let the sadness show. Accompanied by one of Lady Urbosa's personal guards, she made her way across the main square with a heavy basket in hand. She smiled at the people she passed by, and she smiled at the children who ran beneath her feet. The walk between Urbosa's home and the isolated cabin where Link stayed was not a long one. Still, by the time Zelda arrived at the door, she felt like she'd walked a mile through a barren desert.
Zelda glanced up at her guard, offering a smile to show her gratitude. Wordlessly, the Gerudo guard nodded and left her with the two other guards at Link's door. When the guard started to walk away, Zelda set the basket down to knock.
"Link?" she called, placing her hand on the door handle. "I'm coming in."
There was no response. There never was. Even so, Zelda liked to count ten seconds before she opened the door. Link may not have believed in the idea of a knight having privacy from his princess, but Zelda still wished to grant him the same respect and decency as any other living being. This time, Zelda waited an extra five seconds before pushing the door open. She didn't normally visit him at dinner time, after all. He wouldn't be expecting her.
She set her hip against the door and pushed it open slowly. Bending over, she picked up her basket and carried it over the threshold before stepping inside herself. She bolted the door behind her.
"Good evening, Link."
Her greeting was met with silence. At first, Zelda didn't think anything strange of it. Her attention was focused on the basket on the floor, and she exerted a soft grunt to pick it up again. She carried it inside the small bedroom and set it on the table. It wasn't till she was dusting her hands off that she noticed Link's silence. She turned to look at him then.
Link was lying on the bed, his face turned away from her. His injured arm rested on his belly, but his other hand was bent and lay next to his face. Silent as he was, his eyes were open. When Zelda looked more closely, he saw that his chest rose and fell with quick, heaving breaths. His forehead was damp with sweat, and she could see his hairs clinging to his face.
Zelda was silent for a while, studying her knight. Usually, he would have answered her by now. Granted, he'd only ever address her as Highness. But to ignore her? She knew he was hiding something.
"Link…"
Those blue eyes looked to her. They were the eyes of a guilty puppy, one who knew he had done something naughty. His throat moved when he swallowed. When he spoke, his voice was ever so slightly breathless.
"…Highness."
Zelda's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "…what have you done, Link?"
He blinked. Three times, in succession. He gave a small shake of his head, to show he hadn't done anything. He saw the way Zelda's brows furrowed deeply, and he saw the way her eyes started to search the room. He felt a small pulse of fear in his heart when her eyes landed on his sword. It was leaned against the bed, out of his reach. Zelda went to it.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
Link's question came just in time to stop Zelda from touching his sword. She paused a moment, to look at him. Those blue eyes of his were on her, scanning her up and down. Zelda was aware she had a new set of clothes on today, and his question was not totally unjustified. She had changed out of her usual blue attire, in favour of some local Gerudo clothing. Her excuse was that they kept her cooler during the day, but truthfully, she had only wanted to support the local businesses. She even had a new sapphire circlet to decorate her hair, and in a wild moment of distraction, Zelda wondered if Link had noticed it. She shook the thought away and scowled, aware that Link had almost been successful in changing the subject. Almost.
Zelda continued her path to Link's sword. Reaching out, she closed her fingers around the handle. It was warm.
Link saw the way Zelda swivelled to face him. So slowly, so deliberately. Her brows were creased, her eyes narrow with disdain and her lips pressed together in a thin line.
"Have you been training?"
Link's mouth opened. Zelda raised her hand and pointed at him warningly.
"Don't lie to me. You're breathless, and sweaty."
Link closed his mouth and lay his head back on his pillow. Closing his eyes, he sighed. It wasn't as if he could have lied and gotten away with it, anyway. However in his defence, Zelda would usually be dining with Lady Urbosa at this time of day. He should have had at least another two hours before she came with food for him. Considering how frequently and randomly Zelda would otherwise visit him during the day, this was the only time he had in the day to keep himself sharp. He'd spent nearly two decades of his life training every day. It wasn't a habit that could be broken just like that. He would grow weak if he didn't train.
"What else have you been doing in here, while I'm not watching?"
Link slid his eye across to Zelda. He lifted his hand and ran his palm over his forehead, wiping away the sweat that had gathered there. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he swung his legs off the bed and moved to sit instead. He had to wonder what she would do, if she had found his sword to be cold. What would she have thought then? To see him breathless upon his bed, having clearly been interrupted? It was too bold a question to ask.
"You'll only make your shoulder worse, you know."
He studied her up and down, taking in the sight of her Gerudo clothes. It was a revealing outfit, more revealing than her usual Hylian attire. While it was acceptable in the Gerudo desert, and within a town full of women only, Link suspected it would be considered scandalous elsewhere. He could see the soft curves of her waist, bared to him from the lack of fabric. He could see inches of skin which, until only a week ago, he had never laid eyes upon. He also saw the small scimitar tied to her belt, behind her hip. It sat sideways, much like Lady Urbosa's own weapon. The small blade suited her outfit, but Link doubted Urbosa would have given her something only meant for decoration. He suspected the scimitar was sharp and deadly. Which begged the question; had Lady Urbosa given it to her? Or had Zelda asked for one? And if the latter… Was it because she felt unsafe? Perhaps she felt he was unfit to be her knight.
Instead, he reached up and beat his bandaged shoulder with a fist to show he was almost fully recovered.
"I'm fine. The doctor gave me some strong elixirs, Highness."
Zelda scowled. "What sort of proof is that supposed to be?" she demanded, pointing to his fist.
Link didn't have an answer for that one. He ran his fingers across his fringe instead, tidying it in a practiced sweep. His head was bowed, but in the moment where his fingers passed his eyes, Zelda realised he was watching her. Intently. It was such an unnerving gaze, direct and deliberate. Was he always watching her like that? It was the first time she had noticed. Had she been wrong to assume that he wasn't always watching?
"I see you are carrying a Gerudo scimitar," he said quietly. "Why?"
Zelda paused and glanced down at herself, at the weapon attached to the back of her belt. She lowered her arm and set her hand on the hilt. Link saw from the way she touched it that its presence was foreign to her hands.
"Oh, this?"
She grasped the handle and pulled it out just a few inches, to show Link the shining steel. The scrape of the blade sliding against its golden scabbard confirmed that it was very much a real weapon. Link saw from the condition of the steel that it was well maintained, and designed to inflict damage.
"Lady Urbosa said my outfit wasn't complete without it," Zelda answered. "It's only for decoration, Link."
She saw from the way his brows creased that he wasn't satisfied with her answer. Neither did he say anything in response. He only gave a small, half nod of his head.
"You look nice, Zelda."
His voice was so quiet that she nearly missed it altogether. She blinked. Had he given her a compliment? She almost couldn't believe her ears. She was about to ask him to repeat himself when he raised a hand and gestured at the basket Zelda had brought.
"What's in the basket?"
Zelda turned to look at the basket. It contained fresh fruit and clean water, and enough food for three men. Seeing as Link liked to eat and had already been denied his freedom to exit the small room, Zelda hadn't been about to deny him his love for food. She'd also brought Link a change of clothes, much like her own, which would allow him sufficient disguise to see the sun again. As far as Lady Urbosa's investigations went, it had been decided that so long as Link agreed and felt strong enough, he was to join Urbosa's personal guards and assist their investigations. That had been the message Zelda had come to deliver. It would be the best news Link had heard all week, and it was why she'd chosen to come see him before her own dinner. But to see he had been defying their orders to rest, and had instead been training in secret? Zelda felt that burning urge to abuse her position of power once again. She swivelled to look back at Link.
It was strange, seeing him without his blue tunic. He had a mismatched outfit on instead, comprised of Gerudo sirwals and a thin silk shirt that was rather translucent. Zelda could see the outline of his muscled body beneath, moving with each breath he took.
"Well. I don't know if you deserve what's inside that basket anymore, Link."
Link frowned as he considered the idea. He suspected Zelda was only taunting him, considering she had chosen to come see him during her usual dinnertime. Whatever she had come here for, it was probably quite serious. He leaned forward on his elbows and clasped his hands gently together as he waited.
"…is there something you want from me, then?"
Oh, there very much was. But judging from the usual patient, measured tone of his voice, Link had no idea. Zelda pointed at his shoulder.
"I need you to take your health seriously."
Link bowed his head and opened his hands in silent protest. He had nothing to say, not when he knew Zelda wouldn't believe him. He did, however, glance up in surprise when Zelda reached out to touch his shoulder.
"Does it still bleed?"
The touch of Zelda's fingers was tentative. Light. She was afraid to hurt him. He reached up and slid his fingers beneath the silken shirt, pushing it aside. Slowly, he eased his fingers into the bandage and pushed it aside to show her the wound was healing well. The puncture wound was still pink with fragile tissues, but there was no blood. Unlike the night he had taken the arrow, there was no visible flesh to be seen.
"It's fine," Link murmured. When he reached out to take Zelda's hand, she gasped. His eyes lifted to her face. He'd surprised her, but neither did she move to step away. Slowly, inch by inch, he drew her hand closer to touch his shoulder. Link saw her breasts heave with a silent gasp when her fingers came into contact with his skin.
"…see?"
Zelda swallowed. His skin was soft beneath her fingertips, but dry and warm. He didn't flinch, not even when she dared to trace her finger over the raised edges of his healing skin. She wet her lips anxiously and quickly checked his face.
"It doesn't hurt?"
His expression hadn't changed. He answered her with a gentle shake of his head.
"No."
Her throat moved delicately when she swallowed. She looked to his eyes again.
"And physical activity doesn't… Doesn't agitate you?"
The corners of Link's mouth lifted with a small, brief smile. He shook his head again. Had he been in debilitating pain, he wouldn't have been training with his sword. He wasn't that much of a masochist. Not that Zelda would believe him, of course. Still, he liked the way Zelda's shoulders relaxed and she retracted an inch in relief. It was comforting to know she cared about his wellbeing, even if he didn't necessarily appreciate the ways she went about expressing concern.
Zelda let her hand drop back to her side. She watched as Link covered up his wound again, then straightened out the collar of his silk shirt. She knew that if he were to look at her with those eyes of his, she might lose the nerve to speak her mind. As such, she forced herself to speak before Link had the time to look back up at her.
"You never answered my question, you know."
Link's hand paused. He looked up from what he was doing, but he didn't turn to face Zelda. He only sat there in silence, his attention fixed on the wall, while he contemplated her accusation. Slowly, he returned to fixing his clothes.
"You ask many questions," Link stated carefully. "Questions which a lowly soldier would not know the answer to."
From the corner of his eye, he saw Zelda's hands tighten into fists. Then, she released them again.
"You know precisely what I'm referring to, Link," she warned. When Link neither answered nor turned to face her, she continued.
"I asked you… Would you want to do it again?"
Link's eyes closed. He turned his head to look down at the floor where Zelda stood. He studied the red colour of her shoes, the golden embellishments. He focused on the golden jewellery she wore on her ankle.
"You know I can't answer that."
"Why not?"
Link calmly lifted his head to meet her burning gaze. He raised his hand and placed two fingers over his throat.
"No matter how I answer, Highness," he murmured, "…it's a death sentence."
The faint, wry smile upon his handsome face made Zelda's tummy flip a dozen times over. He gave a sideways tilt of his face, as if silently requesting that she think it over for herself.
"A knight, with forbidden desires of his princess?"
He mimed slicing his finger across his throat. "…dead."
Then, he let a small pause slide. "What about a knight, lying to his princess?"
Link slid his finger across his throat in the other direction. "…also dead."
He lowered his hand and smiled wistfully at Zelda. "But you already knew that. You know I cannot and will not lie to you, Highness."
His voice dropped to barely a whisper, "…and yet you press me. It's cruel, Zelda. Cruel."
Zelda let out a ragged, shaking breath. She covered her face with both hands and shook her head in disbelief. What was it with Link and words? He never spoke unless it was necessary. Even on the rare occasion he engaged in a conversation for social purposes, he was downright terrible at it. It would often frustrate Zelda to the point where she fully believed he was merely stupid. She knew for a fact that most of his soldiers, even his friends, thought him to be stupidly oblivious when it came to socialising. And yet here he was… Proving that his silence was a choice. It just wasn't fair.
"You say I'm cruel," Zelda started. She took one step toward him, then another. "I opened my heart to you, Link. I gave you my body, my soul. And you took it. If I'm cruel, then what does that make you?"
Link didn't blink. "…an asshole, undoubtedly."
His response had been so quick, so ready, that it took Zelda by surprise. She stared at him, stunned by his ability to answer immediately. So he was able to answer her questions. He simply chose not to. A mixture of relief and anger burned in Zelda's stomach. She closed the gap between them and taking care not to hurt his shoulder, shoved him gently in the chest.
"And you have the audacity to acknowledge that?"
Zelda shoved him a second time, harder than the first. This time, Link was forced to put a hand down to stop himself from falling on his back. He turned his head away and lowered his eyes. He knew he'd made a mistake when he accepted Zelda's offer that night. It was a grave mistake, one which he should have regretted. But he didn't. He didn't think he ever would, either. As for his behaviour? He knew he was doing it for selfish reasons. He didn't want to lose his place by Zelda's side. He couldn't bear the thought of another soldier, another knight in shining armour, taking his place. Link may have been the blessed hero of Hyrule, but as the princess's personal knight, he was certainly replaceable. He knew that. He feared it.
"Then I won't ever ask you again."
The weight of Zelda's knee, pressing against his inner thigh, made Link look up. When it was clear she intended to force him down onto the bed, Link gave in. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. Deep down, he knew it wasn't a battle he wanted to win.
Link groaned softly when Zelda climbed over him, straddling his thighs and pinning him where he lay. He lifted his head to check how much space he had between his head and the wall, but the touch of Zelda's hand on his chest made him look at her.
"I'll just take what I want," she said quietly. "How does that make you feel?"
Link turned his head the other way. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Highness…"
Zelda saw from the way he moved his left arm that he was only wanting to get into a more comfortable position. Still, she reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Stop. You're not allowed to move. You're injured."
He stopped. He obeyed her command, just as he always did. But this time, his obedience was accompanied with a suspicious sideways glance.
"…this isn't a good idea, Highness."
Zelda traced her finger over his throat, pausing to apply just a little bit of pressure to warn him she was in charge. She traced her fingertips over his collarbone, over his muscled chest. When her fingers reached his belly, she felt it flex with a sharp intake of air. Looking to his face, she saw his eyes were closed.
"You can tell me no," she said. "You're allowed to say no. Or ask me to leave."
Link's face scrunched in frustration. He could feel the warmth of her hands, the warmth of her thighs, and the delicious friction that arose each time she rubbed against him. He hated every inch of himself. He hated that he couldn't bring himself to say no. He hated that he wanted Zelda to continue. Since when had his resolve been so pitifully weak?
"I'm… I'm injured," Link said pathetically. "You ordered me to rest and recover, Highness."
Zelda shifted her weight forward, deliberately grinding against him more closely than was necessary. She felt the jerk of his body, sharp and uncontrolled. She leaned down and put a finger to his lip, silencing whatever silly excuse he was about to say next. It was already impressive enough that he could eat his pride and use his injury as an excuse to avoid her.
"That's why you're not allowed to move," she murmured. "It's an order. Hear me?"
When she ground against him a second time, she felt his body's primal response betray his desires. It was followed by a soft, irritated groan as he placed a hand on her thigh, silently begging her to stop before things went too far.
"Zelda… please."
Before he could get another word out, Zelda leaned down and kissed him. Slowly, carefully. She savoured the smell of him, the touch of him, the taste of him. When she broke away, she could feel Link's chest rising and falling breathlessly. She kissed the corner of his mouth.
"You can say no, Link," she reminded. Link only closed his eyes and released a quiet, breathless sigh. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.
"Cruel."
She withdrew a few centimetres to look him in the eye. "You can tell me no. You will always have that option, Link."
Zelda felt her breath come to a jarring halt when Link lifted his arm to touch her. He cupped her face in one hand, so gently and tenderly. There was such pain in those blue eyes as he gazed upon her face.
"…but I won't, Zelda," he murmured. "You know I won't."
She grasped Link's face in both hands and kissed him. Deeply, passionately. This time, he kissed her back. She felt his knee lift behind her, sliding her closer to his body. His Gerudo sirwals, thin and designed for the desert heat, were unable to hide his growing arousal. Each shameless grind of her hips against him prompted a low and tortured groan. She may not have been able to read his mind, but at the very least, his body's physical response to her was something she could easily understand.
Link ran his fingers through her long hair, tracing lightly over her scalp before he cupped the back of her neck to pull her in more closely. He remembered the scent of her hair, the scent of her skin. He remembered it all too well.
The touch of Zelda's hand, travelling south of his body, registered distantly on Link's mind. He could feel her fingers tracing over his stomach, lingering here and there, before pausing at the waistband of his pants. He felt her fingers slip beneath the soft fabric and slide even further down. He was vaguely aware he should be stopping her, but by the time such a thought crossed his mind, she already had him in her grasp. The light, squeezing stroke of her hand wiped every single thought from his mind.
The low, strangled groan of Link's voice was such sweet music to Zelda's ears. She grasped him just a little more tightly, almost to the point of pain, before she eased the pressure and stroked him liberally up and down. She like the way Link's head jerked back in response, eyes shut tight and mouth open. And then, before he could react, she removed her hand again. Link's frustrated and disappointed groan made Zelda wonder if she truly was cruel, to enjoy having so much power over him.
All of a sudden, Link felt Zelda's weight disappear. Her warmth, her scent, it all disappeared in a breath of air. When he looked up in a small panic, he saw Zelda unclipping her belt and tossing it to the floor. There was something about the way she discarded it so hastily that aroused him intensely. Pushing to his hands, he sat up to get a better view. Zelda kicked off her shoes and just as readily, pulled down her own pants. It wasn't right, for a knight to watch a princess undress. Except no matter how wrong it was, he couldn't take his eyes away. He took in the sight of her luscious curves, her smooth skin.
To his surprise, Zelda didn't take off her top. Naked only from the waist down, she came toward him and pointed at him warningly.
"Lie down."
She liked the way he frowned. He didn't obey her, not entirely. He opted to drop to his elbows instead, but his back remained several inches off the bed.
"…but—"
He closed his eyes when Zelda went to kiss him. He tilted his head to meet hers, and when he felt the weight of her body climbing back onto him, he subconsciously pushed to sit up. His hand went to the curve of her naked hip, touching and feeling. He wanted to see the rest of her. When his fingers brushed over the silken fabric of her clothing, however, her hands struck him square in his chest. It was such a forceful push that Link grunted in surprise.
"I told you not to move, Link. Can't you follow orders?"
She grabbed each of Link's wrists and pinned his hands to the bed. Crouching over him, she looked down at his face. His brows were creased in a frown, his mouth ajar.
"But…"
He wanted to touch her. He wanted to kiss her body. He wanted to pleasure her. There were so many things he wanted to do, and here she was, denying him.
"If you move again," she uttered, "…I'm going to find myself another knight to take care of my needs."
A rigid, artificial stillness washed over Link's entire body. His hands stopped fighting her, and all traces resistance disappeared from his existence. She saw the way his eyes widened. His body even stopped breathing. She'd only meant it as an empty threat, but his extreme reaction betrayed the way he felt. Shifting her weight on his lap, she reached down and took him in her hands. The squeeze of her fingers, light and testing, drew a soft groan.
"Wait," Link said, breathless. Was he allowed to speak? She hadn't told him he couldn't speak, right? He struggled to come up with the right words, and outright failed when Zelda rubbed herself against his naked arousal. He could feel the slick wetness of her lust, the hot touch of her skin.
"Zelda, wait…"
Zelda didn't particularly want to. She'd been lusting after him for far too long, and as far as logic went, she didn't think she needed to obey him. She grasped him with her hand and rubbed herself against him slowly, deliberately. His eyes searched her face frantically, urgently.
"Wait," he repeated. "I didn't…"
His voice was cut off when Zelda rubbed her wet, heated centre against him. This time, she gasped softly as well. The friction was delicious agony, and she wanted more. No, she needed more.
"I don't need you to do anything," Zelda told him, sitting back several inches. She saw Link pushing to his elbows again. She placed her other hand on his stomach, pressing him back down into the bed. "Stay. That's an order."
Zelda had never seen her knight so conflicted about obeying her command. She could see him frantically trying to find middle ground, where he could remain obedient and still achieve whatever it was he wanted. From the way his eyes moved about so frantically, Zelda suspected that there was no such resolution to be had.
Glancing down briefly to see what she was doing, she stroked him up and down twice more, before positioning herself. Link saw, too. Mild panic crossed his expression, but it was very quickly replaced with sheer pleasure when he felt her body descend upon him.
"Zelda, wait," he begged. A raw, agonised groan broke his sentences apart. "…not so fast…!"
Zelda realised she didn't care what he wanted. Not in that moment. She'd found a delicious source of pleasure, and the more closely she ground against him, the more intense the sensations grew. When she slid further towards his body, she felt his hard length stretch the entrance to her body. She felt Link's fingers digging small indents into her thighs, but they neither stopped nor encouraged her. She let gravity pull her downward just an inch, allowing their bodies to connect shallowly. When Link's entire body tensed, she paused to look down at him.
"Do you want me to stop?"
His fingers tightened on her thighs. Chest heaving, he swallowed harshly and looked up at her. He blew out a ragged breath and gave the tiniest shake of his head.
"…no."
It was all the encouragement Zelda needed. She thrust her hips gently, allowing herself to slide down inch by inch without loss of friction. She relished in the pleasure of each motion, each stroke. The thickness of his body was stretching and filling, and she felt herself need more. She had wanted to tease him just a little more, but her body was beginning to demand that she attend her own desires first. And as delicious a sight it was to see Link squirming under her, she needed to feel more of him. With both hands resting on Link's chest, she let gravity drag her body downward. The intrusion was sudden, but it fulfilled her lusting desire to be filled.
The tightness of Zelda's body was hot and intense. Link could hardly breathe when Zelda thrust forward suddenly, taking his entire length inside her. The dripping wetness had allowed her to slide all the way down and without a scrap of resistance to prevent the insertion, Link was struck with blinding pleasure. Yet before he could find his own sanity again, he felt her move. She withdrew so suddenly that he felt the sudden cold air hit him. Then, she slammed right back down again. Each time she thrust downward, he heard the gasping pleasure from her lips. It was breathless, and desperate for more. And yet the pace at which she moved…
"Zelda…" Link begged. He reached down and grasped her hips, silently urging her to slow down. "Please… Wait…!"
The pleasure her body gave him was too intense. It was too much. After a week of being left alone to his thoughts, he knew he couldn't possibly hold out. Not when the woman of his dreams was riding him as if it were the last thing she would ever do.
"Stop…! Zelda, please…!"
Zelda knew from the sound of his breathless plea that he was close. She could see the tightening of his body, hear the rising panic of his voice. She felt the way his hands grasped her thighs, begging her to slow down. She didn't want to. She wanted to pleasure him. Perhaps as a reward for all that he had done, or perhaps she still felt guilty he'd taken that arrow in her place. She didn't know what the reason was, and she didn't care either. She only knew that she wanted to finish him. She needed to see him lose his composure. She needed to hear his voice, screaming her name. She wanted him to know the pleasure her body could give him. And perhaps one day… One day, he might even take it from her on his own.
It was a simple fantasy, really. Zelda was certain there were many other women in the kingdom of Hyrule who wished to be bedded by their heroic champion. To have him pound into them through the night as relentlessly as he did his enemies on the battlefield… But first, Zelda needed to teach Link that she could provide all the pleasures his body could ever desire.
Zelda leaned down to kiss him, all the while increasing the pace of her hips. She felt Link's body fighting her, protesting. But between her legs, she felt his hips pumping upward to meet her. She felt his hands grasping her hips, pulling her downward and into him more deeply than she could achieve on her own. And then, in a hoarse cry, Link's hands tightened on her.
"…Zelda!"
His voice was rough, raw with blinded pleasure. She felt his hands grip her desperately, holding her still as he thrust upward so deeply that she felt him strike the entrance to her womb. She felt the spurting heat from within, filling her beyond capacity and warming her insides. The groan of his voice was long and loud, and even then, he didn't seem satisfied. He grasped her and thrust upward several more times, and with each stroke of her body, he felt her squeeze every last droplet of life from him. It was quite possibly one of the most powerful and long orgasms he had ever experienced, and even when he felt he was empty, the pleasure rippled onward. He was vaguely aware of the thick stickiness leaking from her entrance, but it only served to slicken his movement. A full minute might have passed before the pleasure finally subsided and he felt sane enough to stop moving.
Zelda sat on him, smiling widely as she watched him orgasm. If memory served her correctly, then this one was much longer than their first time together. He'd been louder, more desperate. And when he was finished, his entire body went lax for almost ten whole minutes. Silently heaving for air, Link simply didn't have the energy to speak. It wasn't till Zelda finally moved that he felt her warmth disappear. Opening his eyes, he groaned at the disappearing heat and looked in search of Zelda. Little by little, he sank back into reality.
"…Zelda," he whispered hoarsely. He reached up with both hands and covered his eyes briefly, wiping the sweat from his face. He rubbed his eyes and searched for her.
"Wait," he grumbled. "Zelda, wait. Did you…?"
He was too breathless to finish the question. He'd been so lost in his own pleasures that he wasn't sure whether Zelda had reached climax. He certainly didn't remember it.
Zelda only smiled sweetly. She climbed off his lap and took a step back, eyes downcast as she watched the thick, white semen plop onto the floor. It trickled down her thighs slowly but copiously, tracking a line of white over her skin. Reaching down, she wiped away the largest droplet with a finger.
"I actually came bearing good news for you, believe it or not," she said. She bent down to retrieve her pants, her eyes on the basket she had brought. "Lady Urbosa—"
She jumped when Link's hand slapped over her wrist. She whirled around, to see him standing behind her. He'd been fast enough to jump up, tuck himself back into his pants, and grab her without her noticing. She supposed she too was still hazy from the sex. Or maybe he was just too fast and sneaky, like the soldier he was.
"I don't give a damn," he said sharply, scathingly. "Where are you going?"
His blue eyes searched her up and down, impatient for an answer. The ferocity at which he'd spoken stunned Zelda to near silence. Fumbling to find words, pointed at the door.
"I was—"
Link grabbed her by her hips and lifted her off the ground, startling her. His head was shaking with dark, bitter disappointment as he carried her back to the bed.
"No. We're not done."
Zelda gasped when Link threw her on the mattress. He tore her pants out of her hands and sent them flying into the other corner of the room. Before Zelda could get a grip on her bearings, Link shoved her into the cushions and pushed her knees apart.
"Link—"
He thrust two of his fingers into her before she could finish her sentence. Slickened by semen and her unsatisfied desires, there was nothing to stop him pushing all the way inside. The intrusion, sudden and desperately welcomed, caused Zelda to arch back with a cry. Link only felt his anger rise. He withdrew his hand and thrust in again, hard. The pleasure hit Zelda with such intensity that she felt her world slowly unwinding. Her hands groped blindly for Link's arm, desperate to stop him.
"…wait!"
For the first time, Link disobeyed Zelda's direct order. He licked his thumb instead, covering it with a slick layer of saliva before he pressed it to Zelda's most sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubbed her slowly, deliberately.
"…wait…"
Zelda's voice was breathless and lacking in conviction. Link watched her a moment longer, relishing in the way she closed her eyes and moaned with sweet pleasure.
"You don't get to leave me like that," Link muttered under his breath. "That's not how this works."
Zelda barely heard him. She felt the brush of his hair, long and soft, pass over her thighs. It was her only warning before his mouth descended on her, hot and wet. Crying out in surprise and pleasure, she reached down and grasped his head. She felt the softness of his hair beneath her fingers, and between her legs, she felt the heated suction of his mouth. Inside, his fingers thrusted mercilessly. Outside, his lips and tongue toyed with her. It an intense sensation, almost too pleasurable, and her body craved more.
Link felt her fingers dig into his scalp. He felt her legs hooking onto his body, desperately drawing him closer. He'd never been so happy to oblige her. He increased the pace of his fingers and continued to suckle. When her thighs began to tense, Link persisted. He didn't dare let up, not now. He increased his efforts to heighten the sensations he provided. Just as she had forced him to orgasm with no remorse, he did the same. He heard the hoarse cry of her voice, screaming his name. And even then, he did not stop. No, she didn't deserve any mercy. He continued his relentless thrusting and sucking, till she elicited a second scream. When she reached down to grab his hair, begging him to stop, he chose to ignore her. He dragged her all the way to the edge of a third orgasm and only when he felt her thighs shaking, begging for release, did he let her go. With a gasp of air, he removed his mouth and his fingers. He pulled back and sat down to watch her.
Zelda had never felt such intense pleasure and frustration at the same time. She stared down at Link angrily. She remained a quivering mess, with legs splayed open to him as he rose to his knees to look down upon her from a higher angle.
"Link…!"
Link wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes, so blue and unrelenting, stared her down.
"That's how you make me feel, Zelda," he uttered. "Every day. Every night. You have no idea."
Zelda had never seen Link angry. And even now, she wasn't sure it was genuine rage. But she certainly heard the anger in his voice, hardening each word he spoke. Edged with such a deeply hidden malice, his voice scared her just a little. It wasn't true fear, though. It was anticipation, and it sent waves of electrifying sensations through her body, through her core, all the way to her fingertips and toes. When she looked down, she saw his hands moving to take his pants off. His shirt, damp with sweat, soon followed. She saw the hardened length of his arousal, too.
She quickly looked back up in search of his face, but he was already moving. His mouth was on hers, silencing whatever thoughts she may have had. His tongue swept through her mouth in a bold claim of dominance, and just as quickly, she felt his heavy arousal enter her again. She moaned at the sensation of being so utterly filled again. It was much larger than his fingers had been, and Zelda realised how much she needed it. A glob of thick semen, pooled far within and beyond the reach of his fingers, was displaced by his sudden and ruthless entrance. She felt it overflowing onto her inner thighs. Slick and wet, he entered her so deeply that she felt him kissing her womb. The sound of his low groan, however, gave her just a flicker of confusion. Was that pleasure she heard in his voice, or was it agony?
She didn't have time to think on it. Not when he withdrew his hips, removing himself almost entirely, only to drive back in. She felt the slap of his hips against hers as he pounded into her ruthlessly. Over and over. Each thrust of his unrelenting hips stretched and filled her entirely, and it brought her such intense pleasure that she couldn't stop from crying out. He wasn't treating her like a princess, not anymore. Every thrust, so deep and powerful, was a reminder that her authority meant nothing to him. Not here. Not in that moment.
With each brutal re-entry, Zelda felt her body being shoved upward. And yet when her body threatened to move against the bed, Link placed his hands on her waist and pinned her down. He held fast, securing him exactly where he wanted her. He lifted her hips off the bed ever so slightly, allowing a different angle of penetration. He heard the way her voice responded. Hoarse and pleasured, her fingers grasped his arms as she desperately clung on for the ride. Deep down, Link knew he was being too rough. He knew they would both feel the ache the next morning, her more than him. Yet the way Zelda's thighs clenched in pleasured delight when he reached down to stroke her with his thumb… The scream of her voice as she begged him for more… The way she clamped down on him when a rippling orgasm shook her entire body… It felt too good to stop.
How many nights had he dreamed of such an experience? To have her pinned beneath him, writhing in pleasure. To have her screaming till her voice went hoarse, to be unable to walk straight the next morning, to be aching with a reminder of his presence. Maybe deep down, he simply wanted her to understand just how much he yearned for her.
Perhaps after this experience, Zelda would have his titled stripped and have him sent far away. Or perhaps, if he had done a good enough job, she might finally understand that he had no intention of only being on the receiving end. If company was what she needed, he was there by her side. If pleasure was what she wanted, he would happily provide. And if to be screwed senseless was what she desired, then all she needed to do was ask. This was his chance to ensure she would never forget the pleasure that he alone could provide.
Nightfall. Dark, cold, barren. Such was the nature of the Gerudo desert, where mountains of sand stretched across its surface. With the sun gone from the skies, the temperatures within Gerudo Town began to plummet. The market was silent, the streets empty. The town square remained abandoned by all except the marching patrol of Gerudo guards.
The cooling temperature was what woke Zelda up. She felt the cold descend upon her bare arms and legs, rudely disturbing her from her sleep. Another sudden breeze of cold air accelerated her exit from the realm of dreams and with each passing minute, Zelda felt her sanity awaken. Once more, felt the gravity of the earth weighing upon her tired muscles. She felt the weight of her responsibilities return to rest upon her shoulders. There was a throbbing ache between her legs, dull but persistent, reminding her of what she had been up to before she fell asleep. And when she finally opened her eyes, she was met with the darkness of loneliness. Yet at the same time, she felt so warm and secure.
It took her another moment to realise she wasn't alone. Not anymore.
She felt the radiating heat of Link's body, connected with hers. She felt the slow, steady rhythm of his beating heart against her back. She felt the gentle movement of his chest whenever he took a breath of air. His arms were wrapped around her body, while one of his legs was tangled between hers. For the first time in many years, Zelda felt safe. Physically, mentally, emotionally. The realisation rippled through her in a small shiver.
The movement of Link's arm surprised her. Silently, he rubbed his warm hand over her exposed shoulders, giving her a tender source of warmth and comfort. His hand rested there for a little while, then he covered her body with his arm and drew her in more closely. It was his response to what he'd thought was a shiver of cold, and the idea of it alone sent floods of emotion through Zelda's heart. She certainly felt the extra warmth it granted. The additional security. It was a reminder that she wasn't alone in this time of calamity. A reminder that as silent as Link chose to be, he cared.
Zelda reached upward and covered Link's hand with her own. It must have surprised him, because she felt his head move back an inch. Then, he lowered it again and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"…awake?"
His voice was so soft, so quiet. Yet the sound of it suggested he had been awake all this time. Had she been the only one to fall asleep? Zelda felt another twinge of guilt. As long as she was around, Link would never sleep well. He would always be on guard, alert and ready.
Still, Zelda nodded to answer his question. Link slid his hand up and down her arms, tracing light lines over her skin. His other hand tightened over her middle as he leaned down and nuzzled his cheek against her hair.
"…don't do that to me again, Zelda."
Zelda frowned. She rubbed her cheek against his pillow, acutely aware of how it smelled strongly of Link. Did he mean the sex? Had he not enjoyed it?
"Do what…?"
Link was so close that she felt his sigh hit her neck in a breath of air. His chest heaved and he shifted his hold on her.
"…leave me like that," he mumbled. He groaned very quietly and rubbed his nose against her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of it. "After something like that… My heart can't take it."
Zelda felt her mouth open in a silent oh. She felt a fluttering inside her stomach, comprised of a deadly mix between guilt and sheer delight. Her heart began to speed up, and stupidly so.
"I…"
She didn't know what to say. She felt as if Link's silent habits had rubbed off on her, and she was slowly losing her ability to speak her mind. The touch of Link's hand, so light and tender, was too distracting. Even when he reached up and pulled her long hair away from her face, she had no words to say.
"I'm sorry I was so rough," he said very softly. "I…"
She heard the sound of him swallowing.
"…are you hurt?"
Zelda closed her eyes and relished the warmth of his body. She made a soft noise at the back of her throat. She wasn't injured, no. But she certainly felt the aching throb.
"I'll live."
His arms tightened around her just a fraction. He bent down and buried his face in her shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I won't do that again. I… I lost myself in the moment."
Zelda reached up and placed her hand over his arms, holding him back. "I didn't say I hated it."
Link's chest vibrated with a ragged breath of disbelief. "…are you going to demote me? Or send me away?"
Zelda swivelled to look up at him. His arms released her, allowing her the freedom of movement. She searched those blue eyes of his desperately, trying to find something that would explain why he felt the need to ask such a question. They stared right back at her, unwavering and unmoving.
Link pushed himself to his elbow to look at her properly. His injured arm, however, returned to rest against the side of her body. The gentle warmth of his arm, blanketing her half naked body, sent Zelda mixed signals. She rolled to her front and pushed herself up to her hands. Link released her fully, but his eyes followed her.
"Why would I demote you?" she asked. "Why would I send you away?"
Link brought his hand to his own body. He lifted his leg, allowing Zelda to pull hers away. His eyes were downcast when he spoke.
"I've failed my duties as your knight," Link stated quietly. "I've committed a sin against the crown."
Why did he have to ruin the moment by saying such a thing? Deep down, she knew that no matter what Link wanted, he would forever be bound his duties to the kingdom. Still, it didn't ease the terrible ache in her heart.
"Then consider it part of your duties," Zelda stated. "To meet my needs and provide me pleasure if I should so desire. How's that?"
It was then that Link's chest heaved with a quick, sharp breath. He pushed himself upright, into a sitting position, and covered his face with his hands.
"Could you…"
His fingers parted to reveal one blue eye. "…could you possibly word it less crudely?"
Zelda's eyes widened. How could he possibly be embarrassed by such frankness? After the things they had done? Considering he came from soldier beginnings, Link was surely no stranger to crasser topics. Even Zelda had heard enough conversations throughout her life to know which brothels the soldiers frequented. And yet those blue eyes waited patiently. Zelda took a breath and held it in for a few seconds.
"Your duty, as my personal knight," Zelda began more concisely, "…is to satisfy my every command and desire, no matter what the nature of the task. By royal decree, Link. That is the purpose of your life for as long as you serve by my side. Are we in accord?"
His face softened with a smile.
"By royal decree," he repeated, in a whisper. He liked that Zelda had understood him. He liked that she'd gone the extra mile, too. There wasn't much he didn't love about her. He lowered his hands and placed one of them over Zelda's.
"Well, your Highness," he said in a soft murmur. "When you put it like that… I suppose I cannot refuse, can I?"
The sound of his voice, so warm and gentle, shone over Zelda's heart like a light. The touch of his hand against hers sparked a flame within her. It felt as if, up till now, her heart had been a dying fire and Link had the power to rekindle it. His soul, bound to hers for all of eternity, gave her strength.
The sharp, growling noise of Link's stomach broke through the peaceful silence. Zelda retracted in surprise, while Link's eyes widened. He looked down at himself, and as if remembering who and what he was, he quickly removed his hand from Zelda's. His hand went to his belly instead and he spun his face to look the other way, suddenly embarrassed. When Zelda started to laugh, his ears turned pink with a blush.
"Oh, Link!"
Link covered his face with a hand and shut his eyes tightly. He swung his legs off the end of the bed, hating how he could feel the mattress shaking with her laughter. Bending down, he picked up his forgotten shirt and pulled it over his head.
"…please don't."
Zelda wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to stop laughing, to no avail. Link swivelled in his seat and settled on waiting it out. He had patience.
"You have simple needs, hmm?"
Link gave her a dark, wary look. He knew she wasn't simply referring to his hunger for food. As much as effort as he exerted into assuming the role of a simple soldier, he disliked being reduced to such baser needs. The touch of her hand, so light and delicate, struck him like a crackle of electricity.
"I'm sorry," she giggled. "I just… It's nice to know you're still human, Link."
Link tipped his head in a sideways nod. He could accept such an answer, though he had nothing to say in return. Zelda pushed herself off the bed and looked around in search of her pants. She spotted them eventually, cast into the corner by Link's hand just a few hours ago. She wandered over to collect them, unaware that Link's eye followed her every move.
"I did bring you food," Zelda stated, pulling the Gerudo sirwal up and over her naked legs. They offered a little more warmth in the cold night, though not as much as Link's body had. "It might be cold now."
She fastened the belt and went over to the table, where she'd left the basket of food for Link.
"I also brought you clothes," she told him, reaching inside and lifting it out. She held it out to Link.
"Lady Urbosa said that you may stand guard by my side again," Zelda explained, handing him the stack of fresh, Gerudo clothing. "But only if you are willing, and if you are feeling strong enough."
Link took the clothes and laid them on his lap. He nodded quickly.
"I'm fine. I'll do it."
Zelda lowered her chin to look him in the eye. "I'm only relaying her message," she told him. "I'm not questioning your physical fitness."
Link immediately lowered his head and looked at the floor. "…right."
Zelda smiled. She reached inside the basket and pulled out a pitcher of water, which she set on the table.
"She's also asked that you assist with the investigations. She said you might be interested in helping to track down the Yiga clan's hideout?"
She saw the way he raised his head again. Those blue eyes… They were no longer soft, or gentle. The kindness he always showed her was nowhere to be seen. No, his eyes were hardened with anger. In the space of just a few seconds, he had transitioned right back into the strong and unyielding knight he was. Someone who could hunt down the enemy. Someone who could well and truly hurt the people who had tried to hurt her.
"Gladly."
Zelda poured a cup of water and handed it to Link, before pouring herself another. Link frowned at her actions, unaccustomed to being served by a princess.
"I would like to ask something of you, Link."
Link gave a small wave of his hand, to show he was ready for whatever it was she wanted from him. Zelda took a drink of water before continuing.
"I want you to be more honest with me. I don't want you to hide things. And I'm not just referring to the matters of the heart… I mean for everything. Our day to day lives, too."
Link remained silent, listening.
"I deserve to know the truth," Zelda said. "I don't want you to lie to me, just so I can feel a little safer."
She was a princess who had been trained to be an orator, but Link knew from the smallest of inflections in her voice that she was angry. While he hadn't been privy to the full story of how Zelda and Urbosa were separated on the night of the Yiga attack, he understood it was likely the reason for her renewed frustrations.
"I'm stronger than you think," Zelda told him quietly. "Stronger than you realise. I can take it. Do you understand?"
Link did. He didn't blame her for feeling such frustration, either. He couldn't imagine what it must be like, to have everyone around her telling her lies of reassurance. To be constantly kept in the dark, to be denied the truth so frequently. And for what? People feared that the smallest distraction, or the smallest problem might distract her from her duty. It was patronising. Link bowed his head, to show he was remorseful for having been part of the problem.
"I understand."
Zelda smiled wistfully and looked down at her reflection in the water.
"…then perhaps you are the first, Link."
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I'll hopefully be able to update this on time, though for the upcoming week I'll actually be packing and moving back overseas while still managing projects remotely (laughs but also cries quietly), so I may be a bit late on the next chapter upload. But I will do my best! Stay safe, everyone x