Zelda had woken up under the roof of a small cave, a fire burning next to her. Link had set up their tent and found her and brought her here. When she had awoken, he had scolded her for leaving the hiding spot, instead of staying like he had told her to. He also told her to hang her clothes to dry, before he stalked out of the cave, once again leaving the princess alone.

So, currently, Zelda sat huddled in a large blanket by the fire, slowly restoring heat to her body. She had hung up all her clothes, just like Link had told her, and so sat naked under the warm covers.

All her reservations about her plan were now gone. The princess would do anything she could to tempt the hero. She would get him to make a move and overstep his position. This time she was dead set, nothing would change her mind.

Outside the sky began to grow dark – darker than the thick cloud cover already made it. The rain still fell, though it seemed lighter now than it had been. The wind was still strong, however. It whistled and moaned as it swept in between the cliffs around their camp.

Zelda shivered under her blanket. She felt stiff and numb. The time she had spent passed out in the rain, before Link had found her, had left her chilled to her core.

The young princess' thoughts drifted as she sat, and together with them, her hands. What occupied her mind was the young knight, not as he was – stoic and professional – but as Zelda wished him to be. Her fingers quickly found her folds, stroking along them.

A buzz of pleasure filled her, shivvers, now not of cold, took her body as her daydreaming deepened.

Her appointed knight stood before him, unaware of her presence. Slowly he stripped off his shirt, uncovering his toned chest. His muscled back moved in a captivating way, the folding and unfolding of skin tantalising the princess.

Link dropped the blue tunic, as well as his tan coloured undershirt to the ground, moving on to his trousers. In a quick, nonchalant move he had pushed them to the ground, easily stepping out of the piled garment.

Zelda's fingers moved faster. She could feel the pressure building, edging her closer and closer to her target. Her emotions bubbled up within her, threatening to escape, uncontrolled.

The hero's underwear was tight, working overtime to keep his member under wraps. Slowly – to the princess agonisingly so – the young man moved his hands toward his hips.

His thumbs slid in under the fabric, as he pushed it downward, and—

Zelda was jolted out of her fantasies by the sound of footsteps coming up from behind her. She quickly moved her hand up from her lap, pulling her wrappings tighter around her.

A moment later Link stepped up to the fire. His arms were filled with an assortment of fruits and vegetables, freshly gathered from the area. He quickly got to cooking.

Zelda didn't eat much, and when she had finished, she quickly retreated into the tent.

Slipping off the blanket, Zelda slid – once again naked – into her bedroll. Despite her determination, the princess was not able to fall asleep. Even when Link joined her – at least an hour later – Zelda lay awake for a long time before sleep took her.

Once again the princess woke to a tent filled with warm, stuffy. It was somewhat lighter than the previous morning, the sun seemingly not as intense today. Zelda slipped out of her bedroll, as expected, Link was already up and out of the tent.

Next to her she found her clothes, now dry and folded, stacked in a neat pile. How pretentious! He always had to show how helpful and up-standing he was.

Still, she had to admit it was nice not to have to leave the tent to get her clothes – scurrying out into the cave in her birthday suit, somehow avoiding Link. She shimmied into her tight leggings, then pulled on her socks. As she picked up her brassiere, a thought hit her. It was time to take her beguiling to a new level.

She discarded the binding garment, instead pulling on her undershirt and tunic. Her chest was not particularly sizable, yet without the brassiere, her breasts were quite noticeable, even through the two layers of clothing. Adding to the allure, her bust was forced up by the strap, decorated with the triforce, situated just below.

Pleased with her new look, Zelda made a bun out of her hair, and exited the tent. She breathed in the fresh morning air as she looked out the opening of the cave, taking in the sight of the yellow morning sun rays on the green trees, giving off an almost golden shimmer.

A moment later Link came walking into the camp carrying a stack of firewood. He greeted her, smiling, as he dumped his armload next to the already burning fire. Sitting down, he began preparing breakfast, humming cheelely to himself.

Zelda was struck with a sudden irritation at her bodyguard's apparent joyousness. He acted as if nothing had happened the night before, and it infuriated the princess.

"Well," she said, jutting out her chest in hope of a reaction, "I appreciate your rescuing me yesterday, though that is, of course, why you are here. Nevertheless, I appreciate it. Now I've had a rough night, as you know, and I am in great need of a meal. So, when will breakfast be ready? As she spoke, the princess made sure to move in a way to flaunt herself for her companion.

Link, however, seemed not to take any notice of her behaviour. He simply held up some of the butter and bread they had packed, as well as some freshly picked berries and fruits.

Within an hour they were back on the road, continuing their trek north, toward Death Mountain. As the day neared its middle, they came upon the southern cove of Cephla Lake.

Here the road turned left, away from the water – the steep cliffs preventing it to run level with the lake. Further ahead was a small house, though it seemed to have been abandoned. And, at the top of the hill near the centre of the lake stood one of the ancient Sheikah shrines.

When she saw it, Zelda quickly fell into a sprint, excited at the opportunity to explore one of the ancient relics. As always when she came across one of these, she put her tablet up to the terminal. And, as always, nothing appended.

Still worth a try, Zelda thought. Hmm, completely dormant. Just like the others. She began walking around the structure, inspecting its forwign design. There were intricate swirling designs covering most of the lower half, black rock rising up in the centre. Along the top were patterns like star signs, and at the front a sheikah eye.

The door – or at least she assumed it was a door – was engraved with strange glyphs, perhaps some kind of ancient language. Zelda yearned to know just a smidge of the secrets held within the bygone technologies.

Link stood, watching her, in front of the shrine. He dropped his pack to the ground, beginning to untie the tent and cooking gear. He began setting up their camp as Zelda continued her inspection.

After a simple, but pleasant, dinner, Zelda retreated into the tent. So close to death mountain, the air was sweltering. As she tucked into her bedding, the princess found the layered blankets far too hot. Once again, a devious idea came into her mind.

She moved around until the sheets only partly covered her, leaving her butt just barely visible, as she settled onto her side. Once again her heart was thrumming.

To her great disappointment, Link seemed entirely unaware when he entered around an hour later. She heard him scramble around for a while, undressing, and finally lying down.

Quiet came upon the tent,only a slight rustling from the wind.

Zelda was close to dozing off when she once again heard Link rustling behind her. He seemed to be sitting up, grunting quietly as he shuffled around. Then he moved over toward her. Again there was a rustle, and then he gave a deep sigh.

Still rolled up, back toward Link, Zelda lay listening to the hero as he sat next to her. It was mostly quiet, but once in a while, he gave a slight puff. At first she thought he had needed to relieve himself, and had been getting his trousers on. But, now, multiple minutes later, Link had still not left the tent.

Zelda didn't want to turn around. It would be quite awkward to reveal that she was awake and knew he had seen her naked rear.

And then she realised what he was doing.

Is he… her immediate response was disgust, but the feeling quickly transitioned into excitement – this was, after all, what she had hoped to drive him to.

It finally worked! she thought, thrilled at her success. He actually caved under the pressure! He couldn't ignore me forever. How's that for a hero! Taking advantage of the very person he is supposed to protect, ogling over her body as he pleasures himself. Not so perfect anymore, are we!

The princess felt at once so immensely pleased with herself. She had broken him, and she now had confirmation that he had feeling for her – if not romantically, at the very least sexually.

I need to take full advantage of this! she realised. I could make him do anything I want!

Link suddenly grunted more loudly, speeding up his movements. Zelda could now hear a slight slop-slop sound, as he jerked back and forth. His breathing became more heavy as he seemed to near his finish.

Struck by an urge to act, Zelda turned her head toward Link, quietly whispering his name.

At this Link jerked back, his eyes filled with dread and panic. At the very same moment, he hit his peak, and frozen in his action, the knight's penis unloaded itself over the rump of his princess and protectee.

The first shot splattered lightly across her right cheek, dropplets flying wildly. The second shot, however, was much more voluminous. With a single rope one cheek was nearly covered, and with the following three, the princess's rear was left with a thick, if patchy, glaze.

Link sat stupefied, eyes wide open, skin paler than a ghost, his penis still firmly in his hand. The princess was less tranquilised – she hadn't been ready for the sudden explosion, but though his load was impressive, she had expected as much from the hero. Now, more importantly, she was hungry for more.

Turning around, Zelda sat up. She felt the viscous seed of her appointed knight smudge against the blankets biled around her. She met Link's eyes, the knight's face filled with terror.

"Link," Zelda said, as he finally opened his mouth to try to explain himself. "Don't say anything!" She bent backwards, propping herself up with her arms as she spread her legs.

"Just take me!" she said.

Link seemed to take on a new level of nonpruss. His face had regained a tone of colour, but the befuddlement within his eyes seemed immense.

Once again he attempted to speak, and once again the princess cut him off.

"Please, Link, I beg you! She moved one hand to spread her lips, giving a lewd smirk.

"I am in need of my knight's service."

This seemed to set something off within Link. Suddenly he realised the situation before him, the wanderful out he had been given – to a situation that should have ment his death. At once he acted upon the moment, as if afraid she would change her mind if he waited any longer.

In a swift move, Link scooped her legs into his arms, bending down so his face met her hips. Without losing momentum, he pressed his lips to her vulva, his pointy nose brushing her stubbled pubic mound.

Zelda fell onto her back, yelping as her lower lips were enveloped in pleasure. Link planted gentle kisses all around her labia. He licked around her opening, sparks of pleasure firing out through the princess' body. She gave an involuntary whimper as Link's tongue entered her, shivering from the sensation.

The young knight pulled his tongue around Zelda's inner walls, eliciting jirks and contractions within her. She felt the pressure building quickly within her, but just when she thought she would reach the peak, Link drew back. He looked up at her, his chin covered with her fluids, his eyes firm yet soft. He gave a little smile.

"Link—" her words were immediately cut off as Link dove back down, this time enveloping her clitoris in his lips. A sequel was drawn out of the princess as Link sucked lightly. All the sensations that had been built up came back in full force.

"Link…I can't! Oh Hylia!" She struggled to find breath as a euphoric wave bore down on her. "Link, I'm cuming!"

The knight was sprayed with Zelda's fluids, as she orgasmed like she had never before. She had touched herself many times, yet nothing had compared to this. Despite how scarcely he seemed to employ it, Link had a spectacular skill with his tongue. And as it turned out, not only when it came to speech.

The princess writhed for another minute under the constant stimuli from her appointed knight, before he finally let go of her. Slowly she came back down from her peak of ecstasy, breathing heavy, body flushed red and hot.

"Link…" she had no words; what could she possibly say after that. "That was… wow."

Link just smiled at her. It would have seemed silly in any other situation; her appointed knight, meant to protect her, covered in her juices, giving her a goofy grin.

The air in the tent seemed suddenly different. There was a smell that had not been there before. The wonderfully strange odour of intimacy. But that was not all. The space between the two seemed smaller, the rifts apparently mended through these explosive moments. Zelda looked at her companion, not simply with lust or anger or pity, but something more meaningful.

"You were amazing," she found herself saying. The wonder in her voice was so audible it made her blush. "Link, I am sorry for how I have treated you. If it can be mended, if it was possible to start over. Would you like to try?"

Zelda spread herself for her knight once again, inviting him. This time her eyes were fixed on Link's erection. He had grown to full mast once more throughout his work on her.

Link looked from her loins to her face, his eyes meeting hers. In them the princess saw a passion like no other.

He moved over her, slow and gentle. He straddled her, his hips over her hips, his face over hers. He held her eyes, moving close to her. She could smell herself on him. Then he whispered into her ear.

"This time, you take me," he said. He rolled them over, Link now below her, Zelda's thighs straddling his abdomen.

Slowly Zelda rose, placing her hand on Link's chest to steady herself. She moved herself over him, lining his member up with her entrance. She sucked in a breath as she steadily lowered herself down onto her knight's hips.

She released her breath as Link filled her, her inner walls stretching outward to accommodate the invading organ. She sank lower, letting Link reach places no outside flesh had ever touched.

The knight moans as he was wrapped within Zelda's folds. His hips jerked slightly, as if he had to hold himself back from going faster. That amused the princess. She had proper power to cause him desire.

She finally settled onto Link's hips, puffing as the tension eased. This was the moment she had fantasised about so many times. She finally had him within her. Her appointed knight filling out every crevasse within her, finally releasing her from her prison of purity. And she was fully in control.

She lifted her rear, the pressure from her pelvic muscles forcing Link out. Just before he exited fully, Zelda sank back down. Link grunted once again, and Zelda turned to look at him – her attention had been so focused on their meeting.

Link gritted his teeth, seemingly struggling to hold himself back. When their eyes met again, he smiled, moving his arms to her shoulders, holding her.

He pulled her down to his chest, his penis shifting within her as she moved. As she was once again brought close to his face, the scents of sex intensified. She looked at her knight, studying his features. Then, she kissed him.

Link seemed almost more abashed at this than he had before. Zelda pressed her tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth. As she worked on his face, the princess began moving her hips again.

Their chests were pressed against each other, causing her stiff nipples to send out thrilling olts as they were rolled against Link's skin. They whined and whimpered into each other as their collective delight built higher and higher.

The princess rose again, letting go of her hero's lips. She ground her loins into his, increasing both speed and ferocity. Link cupped her left breasts, massaging the sensitive skin. The other hand he placed at her rear, tickling her lower back.

Zelda arced backward, as a shock went through her spine. She cried out, her whole body trembling under Link's touch.

The hero rose to meet her in a sitting position. He put his arms around the quivering princess. Link's breathing was heavy, impeded, as he panted into her ear – another cause for shivering.

He kissed along her neck, moving down to the valley between her perky breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking. Zelda felt as if she was melting, the strength in her thighs suddenly leaving her.

She fell onto Link, no longer able to keep herself upright. Link followed her down, lowering himself back onto the canvas floor of the tent.

"I can't move," Zelda breathed. "Please, take over."

Link released her nipple, instead giving her a kiss. Delicately, he rolled them over again, Zelda now under him. He pulled out to the tip, then pushed back in, filling her.

With everything previously, the princess was quickly nearing orgasm. She writhed and squirmed under Link, as the hero drove into her. The pressure built and built within her loins, Zelda now whimpering at every thrust.

Then, it all came rushing out. Zelda cried out as she came, her vagina set into a violent tremor as her orgasm erupted through her entire body. Link was sprayed with Zelda's juices, as she screamed out in complete ecstasy.

Link continued to move within her as her walls clamped down upon him. After a few thrusts, he began to move out of her. Zelda quickly pulled her legs around him, locking him into place within her depths.

"Zelda, I!" Link, virtuous as always, tried to protest, but it was too late. He fell into her chest as his hips bucked involuntarily in a final thrust. His penis twitched, releasing a thick flow into her core.

The princess was filled with an immense sensation of heat spreading out through her body. She hugged her hero as his seed coated her insides. Link continued to whimper in protest as he emptied himself within his princess, her voice, in response, filled with joy.

Zelda's muscles protested as she strained to keep Link inside her. He finally managed to pull himself out, one final spurt shooting out, landing across Zelda's stomach. His semen felt hot against her skin where it clung to her.

The two were left panting, overcome by the intensity of the moment. Zelda gave a sigh as she felt the fluids left within her slowly trickle out. She placed her hand on her stomach, feeling rise and fall as she breathed heavily. She vaguely heard Link saying something, but her mind was distracted. He sounded stressed, but so distant.

Link suddenly seized her shoulders, shaking her roughly.

"Zalda, are you listening?" he said. "I came inside you! Down you realise the risks of that! Why didn't you let go?"

"Link," she struggled to collect herself enough to speak. "Link, it's okay. Hylia's blessing, it will protect me." She placed a hand on Link's arm, trying to calm him.

"It was one of the few things my mother taught me before…" She didn't feel like she needed to finish the sentence. Her words did seem to calm the knight, however. His muscles untenced, body relaxing.

Zelda pulled her down toward her, kissing him.

"It's okay," she whispered.

Link took her into his arms as he laid down beside her, hugging her tightly against his chest.

"I still should not have let it happen," he said. "I am meant to protect you. I can't falter, even for a moment."

"It's okay," Zelda said, nuzzling into him. "You are protecting me now." Slowly the princess succumbed to her body, as it – drained of energy – pulled her mind into a deep sleep, embraced within the safety of her hero's arms.