The rain pattered against the windows as thunder clapped in the distance. Zelda felt the familiar wave of excitement and coyness at the feeling of her husband's lips against hers; there was something so utterly enticing when his otherwise hardened exterior melted into something warm and gentle.
His hand reached down to graze her calve, half uncovered by her gown, and she hummed her approval. "I've missed you," he keened, his breath hot and his eyes lingering on her lips. She felt her skin flush at his words, her shoulders rolling in excitement. Her hands tickled the nape of his neck and she lured him in, deepening the kiss ever so slightly with parted lips.
As he moved his mouth against hers, the heat from the fire was somehow hotter and his clothes felt somewhat tighter. Link's hand clenched the hem of her skirt when she ran her tongue on his lower lip. His tongue met hers and electricity coursed through them at the slick contact, at the tangle of nerves and dampness. As their bodies moved closer, he could feel her chest pressed against him and his breath hitched in his throat at the gentle pressure.
They panted as they drew apart, eyes meeting in thrilling passion. Zelda's pale eyes were practically iridescent in the firelight, shimmering like ice, while something dangerous swirled in Link's stormy blue gaze. She swallowed, her hands returning at the leather belt that hugged his waist and tugging at the strap with her nimble fingers. When it was loose, she steadily pulled it free from it's loops and Link wasn't sure he'd ever watched anything so erotic. Her hands bunched up in the fabric of his tunic and guided him closer.
With a tenderness that didn't reflect his hunger, he placed a hand on the ground and guided her to lay down. Her chestnut hair, loose from its ribbons, sprawled around her, and the firelight danced on her pale skin. He wondered if she ever realized how beautiful she truly was. He lovingly brushed a stray hair from the side of her face before she took his hand into hers.
Zelda began to peel the fingerless gloves off his hand. When they came off, she pressed a soft kiss on each finger. Her lips felt so soft against his calloused fingertips, making it harder to keep himself upright.
When she was done, he brought his lips down to hers, his hand stretching over to her thigh and his bare fingers curling between the lace of her hold-ups and her skin. Her aegean eyes watched him intently while he began pulling the stockings down her leg. She drew in a sharp breath at the way his hardened hands brushed against her silky skin and the way his dark eyes never left hers. "Link," she sighed in pleasure, her hand resting on the sheepskin rug beside her.
Link took a deep breath; the way she said his name made his blood run hot. Why was everything she did so terribly tantalizing? It was almost unfair.
Kneeling beside her, he took her flat slippers into his palm and pulled them off, tossing them aside as she stared at him, nibbling her bottom lip. He peeled off the sheer fabric of her stockings, one by one, her pale skin already flushed.
When the fabric joined the slippers on the floor, he grazed his hand over the soft skin of her leg, thinking of what he could do next. With her dress bunched up around her knees and her long legs displayed just for him, so many ideas ran through his mind.
Her ankle sitting in his hand, he eased her legs apart and grazed his other fingers over the silky perimeter of her thigh. In the journeys he'd had, he faced all types of danger and felt all sorts of fear. And though Zelda always brought comfort to him and always made him feel safe with her honest, wise, and caring words, touching her gave him a certain feeling that he'd never experienced before. It felt dangerous and he loved it.
With every inch of her skin, he became more worked up and passionate. He could hardly hear the way she breathed heavily beneath him over the rush of blood in his ears. At long last, he reached the dark, lace panties concealing her from him and stroked the fabric of it swiftly, causing her to shudder like a harp string under his touch.
He stopped then, much to her bewilderment. Instead, he drew his hands back and began untying her bodice, his fingers shaking and yet still thorough. She slowly arched her back off the rug, her hips and arms raised as he tugged it off. Then after he pulled the gown up and off her body, she shook her hair out and leaned forward again to capture his lips.
He didn't hesitate to roll his tongue over hers this time. With a hand cradling his jaw, she sighed against his mouth, voice sated with desire. They paused for air, pulling back the slightest so that their sodden and swollen lips still touched: a soft, unmoving touch that stopped his heart. He groaned in the back of his throat, low and short, but she caught it in her mouth as his hand travelled back down to her thigh.
"Maybe," he licked his lips, his gaze hazy with desire, "we should go to the bed…"
She trailed her lips down to his jaw, her touch so light and fragile. "I'd much rather stay right here," she breathed and he inhaled sharply.
"Oh goddesses, Zelda," he groaned as he pressed her back against the ground. He hovered over her for a few seconds, his eyes fierce and his gaze sharp. "I want…" he muttered as he clambered backwards.
She watched him confusedly as he crouched between her legs. "What?"
His hands danced over her thighs. "I want more..." he said breathlessly.
The queen felt her body tighten in anticipation as his hands reached up to the waist of her panties and tugged them off, landing somewhere out of sight. His eyes flashed back up to hers as he flattened himself with his chest on the ground. "Can I…?"
Her stomach twisted in a knot but she nodded anyways, trusting and excited. He eased her thighs apart with his knuckles and leaned forward, placing his mouth on her core as his arms curled around her legs. She gasped and her fingers desperately searched for grip on the rug. "L-Link…!"
His tongue hungrily swept over her, teasing and tasting his wife like a starving man. Her hand eventually found purchase in his blond hair and she drew her left foot beside him, knee bent. Eagerly, he tugged on her thigh, drawing her deeper into his mouth.
With his tongue sweeping down to her entrance and teasing it, she moaned loudly, guiding him ever so gently with her hands in his hair. He delighted in hearing her moans and feeling her squirm against him; he loved when she unraveled this way.
When he curled his tongue around her sensitive nub, she held back a scream. He slipped his hand from her thigh and ran a finger over her entrance, teasing it ever so slightly. "Please don't hold back," he murmured.
She gasped, wrapping both hands into his hair. She knew what he meant. "Oh, Link, please," she begged, frenzied, and he obliged, spearing his finger inside her. "Yes..." Swirling his tongue around her, he thrusted into her a few more times. She arched her back and sighed. "Yes." With her encouragement, he became quicker and more thorough until she screamed breathlessly and held him tightly, her fingers curling in his hair and her legs quaking.
With her trembling beneath him, he heaved for breath. His entire body was flushed with desire and when she relaxed, he crawled over her, taking her face into his hands and kissing her deeply. Barely coming down from her peak, she returned his frantic kisses, holding the hand pressed against her cheek.
"Please, Zelda, I want you," he murmured. She could see the want swirling in his eyes and tightening below his waist. Eagerly, she tugged his tunic off and twisted around him, urging him to lay down in her place.
He followed her lead, looking up with amazement. More often than not, they would make love with Link mounted on top her. But with her chestnut hair cascading around them and her skin bathed in the glow from the fire, flickering in and out of the light, he couldn't complain.
He admired her as her nimble fingers undid the knots on his trousers and pulled them down, before taking it off with his undergarments. With one hand on his white shirt, hanging loosely off his shoulders, Zelda took his hardened member into her soft, delicate grasp and he threw his head back at the electric touch.
Her index finger and thumb met in a fist around his member as she stroked him a few times, anticipating the way he tensed and clenched his eyes shut. She loved watching him falter in her touch, feeling his hands tighten on her hips. She could feel him lose control and it was so enticing.
As his eyes were shut in pleasure, Link was pleasantly surprised to feel her soft lips press against his and he eagerly returned the kiss. She kissed her way down to his throat and used her free hand to fold the collar over. She could feel it against her lips when he swallowed.
Carefully, Zelda lifted herself above him and guided the member into her. The blond groaned and threw his head back at her languid and steady movements. He loved to have her take control this way, to feel her body utterly encompass him. Their legs were entangled, her knees tightened against his waist and her breasts hovering above him. Link wrapped his hands over her lower back, tangling with the ends of her long hair and guiding her as she moved up and down.
"You're…you're incredible," he said, struggling to find the right word. He cherished the moment, the crackling of the fire and the rain pounding relentlessly on the windowpanes and his wife embracing him in every way.
She smiled at him and leaned over him, her hands sneaking their way up his shirt and against his bare chest. He entangled her hair into his hands, pulling her closer and placing wet kisses on her neck. She moaned in approval as she kept up the pace and gasped when she felt his teeth sink into her neck, pulling at her skin. "Oh…"
The hunger that he had for her made the feeling all the better, knowing that he had a raw animalistic desire to take her and be with her in every way. She pulled back until she was seated straight up and sped up, biting her lip. When Zelda placed her hands behind her and shifted ever so slightly, a loud moan escaped her and Link tightened his grip around her waist.
His eyes were cloudy as he watched her moving up and down on him, drinking in every movement and noise that she made. Her pace hastened even more and he could feel her clench around him. In a swift movement, he took her by the shoulders and flipped the both of them until she laid flat on her back. She had a dazed but surprised look in her eyes as he sank into her deeply. "L-Link," she uttered.
His pace was faster and more intense, and Zelda moaned loudly with every thrust, though it flustered her. He placed sporadic kisses over her neck and chest, unable to keep steady, and she tangled her arms around his neck. "Link…!" He felt her tighten once more and thrusted harder until she cried out and arched her back yet again.
Zelda came with a scream and he pressed her bare chest against him, fingers gripping her shoulders like a vice. Though she was impossibly tight, he kept moving, her body trembling and mouth open as she let out little gasps over and over beside his ear. After her climax, she felt every movement as though it were magnified and she'd just about lost her voice.
Dissolving in pleasure, he released, the heat of her body engulfing him like hot, torrid flames. For a few beautiful moments, Link trembled against her and she took his lips in a soft, loving kiss as she soothed him through it.
He sighed heavily when they parted, surprised by his own enthusiasm and met her eyes with a tint of embarrassment. "Zelda…" he breathed, blushing. "Was…was that okay?"
His wife smiled at his humility, her hand rubbing against his back. "It was amazing." He sighed, a small laugh escaping him and she kissed his bashfulness away.