There's really no need for this lmao but I had fun writing it! It takes place sometime in chapter 21!

On the lonely foothills of Ordon, the two royals were discussing the workings of the ranch. Dusk was closing in on them, a ginger glow following the sun on the horizon, but Link granted the goats an extra hour to graze before he'd bring them in. He'd been adamantly scrubbing the wooden stalls while Zelda was perched on a wooden stool that he'd found for her, reading off the notes she'd taken thus far.

"And how many goats would you say the ranch houses on average?"

Link hummed, considering her question as he dipped the rag back in the polish. "About twenty." He wrung the cloth and shook it a bit before slapping it back on the wooden rails.

"Do you think Fado's ever considered expanding the ranch? Housing more?"

"I don't think so. Twenty's already a lot to handle." He thought back to the many times goats rampaged through the town when Fado had lost control of the lot and Link would have to wrangle them back. He wondered if he'd gotten better at that now that he moved away.

"You could always make the ranch more spacious, regardless. Ordon has a large enough plain to hold a larger barn or at the very least an adjoining shed for tools."

He looked around the barn. It'd was kind of old and smelly, with little cracks in the slats and an overwhelming smell of hay and leather. It was homey and taken care of, but he was sure the villagers would appreciate a few small renovations. "Yeah, maybe. But I don't think the villagers would want to change too much."

Zelda closed the notebook on her lap and folded her hands over it. "Yes, I understand. If it's in a feasible state, then there aren't any issues to resolve."

Outside the windows, which were more like small holes carved out of the wooden walls, there was silence, save for the scarce chirps of bats passing by and howls hooting into the night. The day was more peaceful than the last, when the festivities of Ilia's and Fado's were still going on into the early hours. Perhaps the tiredness carried on to the next day. Though, perhaps that was better since they'd have to head out early next morning to Kakariko and they'd certainly have lots to do when they arrived.

Zelda watched admirably from her seat as he scrubbed at the stubborn stains, the muscles at his shoulders stretching with every movement. She was grateful to have some time alone with him. It'd only been about a month after their wedding when they set out for a tour of their kingdom. They were already so preoccupied with business and work that they hardly had a moment to themselves. And as newlyweds, that was a bit tedious.

Link turned to her then, wondering why she'd gone quiet. Distracted by her musings, her eyes trailed over the ridged muscles in his back, over the sash on his belt, and down to his knee on the ground. A flush plastered his cheeks when he realized that she was eying him up.

What she hadn't noticed is that Link had missed her as well. It was hard to focus on much, really. It was strange that they had more time to themselves before they wed than after. But there wasn't a wedding to plan anymore and a lot of their time was devoted to their own responsibilities, separate from one another. But in his small barn, they finally had a moment to themselves, alone as dusk settled over the forest.

Her eyes finally rose back to him and she blinked before she had the thought to look away, a slight hint of pink tinging her cheeks. He dropped the cloth in the pail with a distinct splash and dusted his hands off together. "You know…" he started quietly, "my favorite part of the barn is that it's a great place if you want some time alone. No one really comes to bother you here."

A breath hitched in her throat, brow raised as she turned back to him. Was he implying…? "Oh?"

He cleared his throat and shrugged, a little bashful. "Yeah, only Fado and I have keys to the ranch."

There was a flash of something intriguing in his gaze and a small smile curled the corners of her lips. "Is that so?" She rose to her feet at the same time he strode her way. With a force that surprised her, he cupped her face in his rough hands, which smelled distinctly like leather and polish, and met her lips in the amber glow of the lanterns.

There was a split moment of regret when he feared that she might be offended at his daring. Certainly, it wasn't appropriate nor respectful to take the queen in such a provocative kiss in a barn, but she actually locked her gloved arms around his neck and drew him in closer, audacious as he.

It spun his head, a wave of arousal shooting through his body and coiling in his gut. Her lips were sweeter than honey and softer than wool, teasing, taunting and tickling the outline of his lips with her tongue. Their lips moved against each other's slowly but deeply, their chests just barely brushing with every movement. He liked the feeling though, and he tugged her closer, pressing her body against his.

His hands burrowed into her hair, teased at her ribbons and tucked his fingers underneath them. They came loose, spilling her hair out, silky against the callouses of his hands. Leading her backwards toward the stool, he couldn't really see where he was going and they'd tripped on the notebook, haphazard and forgotten on the floor. With a yelp, they tumbled to the straw pile.

A flurry of hay exploded upon impact, fluttering around them, and their eyes locked in surprise. But then, Zelda let out a small laugh, her hand coming to pluck a strand of hay from his blond locks. A chuckle erupted from him as well as she swirled it in her fingers with amusement and flicked it away. Her gloved hands came to rest on the sides of his face again, angling to kiss him deeply. His arousal came back with a vengeance, ensnarled by her taste, and he leaned in as his tongue coasted over hers.

Her hands journeyed down his jaw, to his chin and lower until they flattened and pressed on his shoulders. His eyes opened for a moment in confusion as she pushed him onto his back, her lips still on his. But when she drew back, Zelda was hovering over him, her chestnut hair pouring over one shoulder, her lips full and swollen and curled into a small smile.

With flushed skin and glimmering eyes, her hands drifted down his chest to his hips. His stomach lurched at the pressure of her hands when she deftly started untying the knot of his sash and he grunted under his breath.

Her small signature smile played on her lips with a mirth that told him she heard it and he had half a mind to be embarrassed by it. But then the sash came undone and she dropped it to the side, tucking her hands under his shirt before rucking it all the way up. His arms rose to help her remove it, and he shook his hair out like a wolf when it was out of sight.

Pleased with herself, Zelda admired the contours of his body, her eyes sweeping over his form with a reverence he'd always had for her. She dipped her head to kiss him and he closed his eyes, but she purposely pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

He made a sound of confusion and fluttered his eyes open when he realized her lips were peppering kisses over his strong jawline, down his neck and over the pulse that sped up rapidly under her pillowy lips. "Ah," he exclaimed brokenly, feeling his member twitch within his pants. She must've felt it, embarrassedly, because she made a small, amused noise and continued her trek down his chest. Zelda pressed a soft, delicate kiss over his heartbeat as he burrowed his hands into her hair and watched her in awe. His chest rose and fell with every breath as her mouth trailed down the breadth of it.

When he first felt the flick of her tongue, he thought he imagined it, but she did it at again, just under his left pectoral, and again at every rigid crook and bend of his abs, teasing him, and he threw his head back. "Zelda..." His stomach twitched under her lips and his mouth fell open when her tongue slipped out one last time, just under his naval. His hips bucked up as he looked hopelessly, pleading with her for something he couldn't verbalize.

"May I?" she asked, her voice ever so eloquent, and he nodded frantically.

She smiled and carefully, teasingly slow, drew each finger free from her gloves. His breath was shaky as he watched her, his eyes wild and hair tousled, and when they were off, she folded them carefully on the ground beside them. Then, with slow and deliberate movements, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his trousers and freed his member at last. Even such a simple movement was a relief. Her bare hand wrapped around his member and he sighed, leaning comfortably in her hand. When she dipped her head again, to his astonishment, her tongue swept from the base of his member to the tip. He cried out shakily, blinking at her with disbelief. "Wait…!"

Zelda drew her mouth back instantly and met his frantic gaze, though the damp tip of his member brushed her cheek ever so lightly. "Why? Do you not like it?"

"No...No I mean... I-I do but-" She tilted her head the slightest, cutely, and goddesses why was he even talking right now? He licked his lips. "You - I mean you're -" He looked at her imploringly, silently begging her to see why he thought this was scandalous because he really liked it and he wasn't strong enough to stop her on his own.

"I'm the queen," she finished and he bobbed his head. "I'm also your wife and lover." He groaned at the word; it was so normal but it sounded so erotic coming from her. "Let me please you."

He paused, arguing with himself momentarily before he finally managed to murmur, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Slowly, he relaxed into the haystack and nodded. With a smile, she lowered herself once more. Zelda swirled her tongue around his member experimentally, and he bucked up, his fingers gripping desperately for purchase in the haystack. "Ah…!"

Instinctively, he reached for her hair before hesitating, his fingers twitching with uncertainty. It already felt so wrong, having the queen on her knees for goodness' sake, and he wouldn't dare degrade her. But she realized what he meant to do and so drew back for a moment and took his hands. Guiding him, she had him pull aside her long hair off her cheeks and shoulders and hold it in a ponytail behind her. He held his breath as she smiled up at him and took him into her mouth.

Her cheeks hallowed as her eyes locked on his, and his nose pinched as he tried not to lose composure just then. Her hands wandered to his waist and pushed him further against the hay while she drew him in and out of her mouth. Her tongue teased him ever so slightly, swirling around his member, and he groaned in approval of the feeling.

"Goddesses, Zelda," he groaned, her beautiful blue eyes holding his gaze as she pleased him. "I…" She didn't give for a moment, her mouth working on him ever so diligently and her hands wrapped around the base of his groin, where she couldn't quite reach. Half-wittingly, he wondered how in Hyrule she learned to do this. Pressure built up in his core with every bob of her head and lick of her tongue. Link gripped her hair just a little bit tighter and furrowed his brows. "Zelda, wait, I'll…" She let up for a moment and came up for air before licking along the length of him again, salty with his sweat.

All at once, she took him into her mouth again, deeper than before, and swivelled her fist at the base, working him to the edge. His breath caught on her name as he felt his release, his hips twitching, but her mouth was still wrapped around him. Ears ringing and hands still tangled in her hair, it took a moment for him to come back to earth.

When he did, his heart dropped to his stomach with the realization that he'd just spent himself in her mouth. Embarrassed, he started, "Oh goddesses, Zelda, I'm so sorry, I…!" His tongue caught when she drew back, smiled up at him and wiped the corners of her lips, and he stared slack-jawed at her, trying to process what just happened. Did she…?

This other side of her, this wickedness, was surprising. He'd known for awhile now that the queen of Hyrule wasn't nearly as haughty as people might've believed, as he even thought she was at first, but he still never thought that she'd do something like that – to him – in a barn.

"How was that?" Zelda whispered, as if she couldn't tell. Link responded by taking her cheek in his hand and catching her lips to kiss her fervently. He had no way to possibly convey how incredible that experience was, and he was only sorry that she hadn't experienced it the same way.

With the strength befitting a ranch hand, he flipped them so that she landed on the hay, hair fanned out and eyes blinking with surprise. Goddesses, Zelda was gorgeous and she was here with him – doing this with him. Impatiently, he bowed his head to her chest and scattered kisses over the expanse of skin at her collar while pulling and tugging at the laces across her chest. They came undone without too much trouble, much easier than her typical gowns, he noted, and she hummed in delight. He dipped his head in the valley between her breasts, licking and lapping at her salty skin, and she moaned sweetly in his explorations.

His knee rubbed her a little rougher below her waist and his wife grinded into it, desperate for the touch. Her body was flushed in her pleasure, cheeks rosy and eyes glossed over. Link knew he must've looked even more dishevelled, his blond locks even messier than usual and his eyes sweeping over her hungrily. He didn't quite know how to return her loving gesture, the newest discovery in their intimate journey, but he figured he could at the very least try. His hands folded into her pink skirts, flowing and elegant, and tossed them upwards until her frilly panties were revealed to him.

There was a damp spot over her core and he groaned lustily under his breath, half-hoping Zelda didn't think of him as a deviant. The arousal took hold of his body, possessing him to do things that'd make him blush in disbelief later when they'd relaxed, but at that moment she was there, propped up on her elbows, waiting eagerly for his next move. Zelda gasped when his mouth dipped and Link rolled his tongue over her panties, the smell of her arousal saturating the air. He'd be lying if he said he never wondered how she'd react if he put his mouth there, but he'd never dared – and he never thought he would - until that moment.

His hand fingered beneath the frilly waistband of her panties and she bit her lip in anticipation. When he drew them to the floor, he met her eyes and she smiled sultrily as her hands flattened her skirts to see him clearly. His finger swept over her crotch, the wetness clinging to his fingers and he eyed it curiously before slipping it in his mouth. Her mouth fell open at that, letting out a breathless gasp, and blushed prettily, pleading, "Link."

The taste was incredible. It was her - her sweet, savouriness and he suddenly realized he could get very addicted to it. All at once, he felt invigorated to take her further. His knuckles eased her thighs apart before he placed his mouth on her centre and Zelda instantly cried out. Her noises spurred him on, gave him the courage to explore her avidly, parting her lips with his tongue before flattening it over her entrance.

Zelda moaned and lifted her hips, naturally rocking up to meet each of his licks. Her hands didn't hesitate to tangle into his blond locks, drawing him closer, and he loved the way she tugged at him frantically. His mouth wandered upwards and accidentally brushed across her bud. She cried out at that, arching her back and twitching, and suddenly he was reminded of how sensitive it was for her. His mouth moved upwards as his tongue teased that spot and she grinded her mouth against him, eager for release. "Please, Link," she moaned.

His hand ran up her thighs, wanting to feel her release against him, wanting to make her writhe and twitch with the pleasure she'd given him. His fingers grazed her entrance and she drew in a shaky breath as they eased into her, while he pulled away just long enough to see her flustered and pleading. Link thrusted his fingers into her with an urgency that forced a cry from her and he dove back in, mouth open and tongue lapping at her soaking core. His tongue flattened when Zelda tightened against him, writhing and crying out so loud he questioned if the villagers might actually hear. But her hips rose and grinded into his face and he decided it didn't matter.

She rode out her orgasm against him, shivering for a few moments before she managed to settle down. Wiping his lips with his hand, he panted heavily when he drew back and collapsed at her side. Their eyes were wide and skin was flushed as they both stared at the roof of the barn, panting exhaustedly and marveling at their audacity to do something so scandalous.

"Goddesses," she finally breathed, turning to meet his gaze, just as wide-eyed and dazed as hers. "That was…" Zelda couldn't quite find her words and he took pride in that, though he smiled abashedly.

He knew exactly what she meant and how she felt, and he agreed whole-heartedly. "It was. I can't believe we just did that."

"Neither can I." She paused. "But it was certainly enjoyable. I only hope no one could hear us."

He shrugged as he considered it as well and shifted onto his side, facing her. "We could always say there was a beast or something…"

Her lips curled, teasing, and jested, "Well, there certainly was."

Link blinked, confused for a moment, before he flushed deeper with realization. "Oh goddesses."