That kind of halted things for a while. After that, nothing seemed to fill the time quite as well. I still had over a week left on that suit, and now, things were weird.

I wasn't mad. Everything he said made sense. I couldn't be upset; I had the same doubts in the back of my mind the whole time. But it just seemed fun. He looked like he was into it. There had been a chance, or so I thought.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my face. My clothes were sopping wet, as always, from the rain today. Sitting in my room naked was about the only relief I could get. Except now, that didn't even feel right.

I wasn't allowed to be disappointed.

That was what I was trying to tell myself. But it was hard to ignore. After that day, Sidon just sort of disappeared. He would show up every once in a while, poke his head in to say hello to the whole room, and then start on his way somewhere else. It wasn't like he completely ignored me; he would look at me for just a moment, but then, he'd be off again. Of course, I wouldn't see him for the rest of the day then. That had been my schedule the last three days.

Maybe I was the idiot here. I was the one who was supposed to be mature. If I hadn't already ruined my reputation of honor by fainting, I had certainly ruined it now. Contracted warriors weren't just supposed to come in and mess around with the royal family. Even doing that with non-royals, while more acceptable, was still ill-advised. It just made you look bad, like you weren't focused.

The thing was, I wondered if it would have turned out better had I had been useful. If I was a champion, if I could have taken down Vah Ruta with ease. I wouldn't have been so scared. But I was a failure, and all I wanted to do was fuck the Prince. That was two strikes.

There was no point in seeing Vah Ruta at this rate. The elders were vigilant. I remembered how they looked at me. Even during breakfasts with Ophele, or just simple walks across the domain, I always found an elder's eyes on me. A terror sprang into my step today. Some part of me was afraid they knew my secret.

They couldn't have known. We'd never done anything. The Prince had shut it down long before that could happen. But that left me wide open to scrutiny for even trying. If the whole tribe seemed to know, then the elders knew, too. They understood. They hated me. And they were waiting for me to fail overtly.

The moment I faced Vah Ruta, the moment I inevitably admitted defeat, they would exile me.

It wouldn't be all that terrible. I would just be on my own again, starting over fresh. But that failure would stick with me, and the Zora would remember. If anyone else made contact with them, my loss would get out. I wouldn't have a clean record, but I couldn't slay a Beast. Nobody could.

I curled up into the bed, the rain pattering on my window. The room had an empty quiet.

I would leave soon.

The next evening, before dark, I wandered up the stairs to the reservoir alone.

The mist was just as thick as before. Vah Ruta loomed in the distance, a fuzzy shadow in the cold air. If I held my breath and listened above the lapping water, I could hear the churning of gears. It hid in the deep black of dusk, between silvery palms of fog; did Vah Ruta cower, or did it prowl? Some part of me thought it bided out there just for me. Taunting me. But I wasn't that special.

I couldn't have been the first to challenge it. Many Zora must have fallen before I ever got here, dead or maimed. A human would fare no better.

These Beasts—these things—they polluted life. They destroyed futures, dreams, and goals. Maybe they weren't meant to, but that didn't matter now. They ran rampant, and no one could stop them, not even the best of warriors. No one was good enough for that anymore. I had trained for most of my life, and I was insignificant next to it. What did that mean for everyone else? Was that it? The world in Ganon's red palm, under his thumb, crushed, and for what? For what reason did we fight against it? Why did we believe we even had a chance?

"Hey."

I turned. The voice was distant. Sidon had appeared in the water a few meters off. As he reached the edge of the dock, I stood, trying to look more composed. But words never came to me. I probably didn't look at all composed.

"I'm up here a lot, too," he said. "Sometimes, just to think. To ponder at it."

"Yeah."

I crossed my arms over my chest. The breeze was cold. Possessed by red, the gears continued to rage, echoing louder now. Maybe it knew we were here. Sidon's arrival had perhaps roused it. I watched the mist, the pink light.

"I don't think I can do it," I said.

He didn't argue. "Yeah."

My chest seemed to drop. I felt like a coward.

"I don't want to die if it makes no difference in anything."

"You're right."

"So, then, what do they expect from me?" I looked down at him. His gaze had been on the Beast until I asked that question, and he turned to me, seemingly caught off-guard. After a moment, he looked down.

"I don't know," he murmured. I looked at the water. It would be no warmer than it was a week ago. I sat down again at the edge of the dock, crossing my legs. He turned to face me, his eyes level with mine.

"Amon." He said it so carefully, it almost didn't sound like him. "I'm sorry."

"No." I shook my head. "You didn't do anything wrong."

He paused. "We asked you to come. We should have seen this wouldn't work no matter how hard we pushed for it." He went quiet for a long time. The water lapped against the dock, his eyes staring down into something deep and distant in the water, but even further away. "I was one of those people who hoped it would all work out. I thought that if I believed hard enough, you'd be the one to save us." His gaze rose to meet me, his golden eyes catching mine from beneath his brow. "I'm sorry for all of this."

In the corner of his yellow eyes, red from the Beast shimmered. Crickets chirped, a few stray birds chattered on and off. The silence was growing deeper as night fell. Behind us, blue light glowed, meeting Sidon's red skin. He believed so desperately that hope would come. And I was the only answer to that question. I demolished that hope.

I wished I had been a better fit. I didn't want to lie to him, but I wished he could have been right. In that moment, I wished that savior existed, and I wished it could have been me.

"I hope it's possible for someone," I said. He blinked at me. I continued. "I hope someone can come along and do it, if not me. Someone else, some other day."

He nodded, his eyes not as calm as the rest of him. He opened his mouth, barely, as if to say something, but nothing came out for a moment.

"Amon." He moved closer to me alongside the dock, nervously. He couldn't seem to speak. His face curled in confusion, and my heart started to beat against my ribs, against my crossed arms.

"I'm sorry about before," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't…" His voice trailed off. "I'm sorry I refused your offer."

I tried to hold in my breath.

"Sidon, I understand why you did."

"Well." His voice leveled, serious. He glanced up at me, helpless, as silence overtook the air between us. He needed a push. I swallowed, my throat tense.

"I have to leave tomorrow."

His eyes widened.

"What?"

"I have to. Once I admit my failure, I have to leave."

"No, you don't." Panic filled his face.

"Come to my room in an hour."

He hesitated. Then, his words came in a desperate stammer.

"I'll come right now—"

"They'll see you if you follow me, and they'll know."

"I don't care if they know—"

"Yes, you do."

He stopped.

"You're the Prince, Sidon. Your elders can't see this happen. They can't suspect it, or I'll never come back. No human ever will."

His fear and desperation slowly began to meld into courage and power. Hands pressed against the dock, he rose out of the water, leaning toward me.

"I'm the Prince," he said, his voice quiet, wavering with newfound courage. "I can do…" His voice trailed off, his eyes resting on me, as I stared into him for longer than I thought I could bear.

"...whoever I want."

I took in a breath.

"Well, it's my room."

Quickly, I reached out and brushed his cheek. "Come by in an hour." His eyes widened at my touch. But before he could say a word, I stood and walked back toward the stairs. As I glanced back, he was still only halfway out of the water. His face had only just begun to process that.

Inside my room, a blue glow surrounded me. My bare shoulders chilled against the air. The tub water remained still.

My heart raced, my body tingled, my crotch vibrated.

I hadn't had sex in a while.

It wasn't like I tried to avoid it. I just hadn't had the time. But every sound I heard from that silent hallway made my senses spike. Why did I tell him to come in an hour? I should have said thirty minutes. Or fifteen.

But then, quiet at first, and slowly growing near, I heard his footfalls. I knew they were his. I stood and stepped out of the tub, not bothering to grab a towel. A hand rapped twice against my door. When I pulled it open, there he was.

His eyes trailed down, and then snapped right back up. But he only stared at me.

"Are you ready?" I asked. My words almost seemed to startle him back to reality.

"Yes. And I've never done this."

"You've never done this."

"No. Yes."

I smiled. "That's okay." He looked a bit relieved, but still on edge. "I have. I'll help." Right now, though, I was preoccupied with searching for his penis. I had no idea where it was. One would think that it would just appear when someone was aroused, but his was nowhere to be seen. His crotch was just the same as always.

Definitely, I had noticed it before. He always seemed to have a bulge, probably due to some proportionally-sized genitalia, whatever kind it was. But he had always looked this big.

My brain stopped working.

"I have questions."

He closed the door behind him and stepped into the room. "Well, do ask me anything."

"Where's your penis. Or, do you even have a penis."

He turned and looked at me, chuckling. "Yes."

"Is it in there?" I asked, looking at his crotch. As I met eyes with him, he smiled awkwardly.

"They're in there."

I blinked.

"Excuse me, what."

The room fell silent for a moment. His voice came out in a whisper.

"There are two."

"Two," I repeated.

"I promise, I'll get bigger. They don't look like much right now, but just give me a bit and they'll be bigger."

My eyes bulged. As his hands reached down to his crotch, I couldn't tear my gaze away. I just had to see this.

He stopped.

"Is this okay?" he asked. When I looked into his face, he looked concerned for me.

"Oh, yes!" I said awkwardly. "It's fine! It's just that Hylians usually only have one." I scrunched my brows. His face turned in inquisition. "I mean, they always have one."

"Just one?" he asked. I nodded. He thought a moment longer. "How odd."

"One is usually enough." I tripped over my own words. "But two is great. Just new." He seemed to buy it. His hands continued where they left off, down at his crotch. "Though I do tend to think that two is better than one." He was rubbing himself. Slowly, the bulge grew. My words trailed off. His fingers massage the white skin, and below, two white tips emerged, heads bulbous and red with blood beneath the skin.

"They'll get harder," he said. I looked at him, realizing I had just been standing there.

"I'll help."

I took his hand and pulled him into the tub. Already, his cocks looked long and big, but if he said they'd grow, that gave me a reason to feel nervous. Any bigger, and they wouldn't fit.

But as he stepped down into the tub, towering well above me, I stopped him from getting in further and pushed him to sit on the edge. I took one cock per hand, and put the head of one in my mouth, stroking the lengths of both shafts. His body went tense.

"Amon." What at first was composure melted straight away into breathlessness, and when I looked up to his face, he had gone red as his skin. "I had hoped to kiss you."

I pulled away and coaxed him into the water. Like a glove, my body fit right up against his, my cheeks burning hot, the water scorching the rest of my body, and his lips filled mine. The back of his neck felt warm against my arms, my throbbing crotch rubbing against his abs. I moaned into his mouth. I was ready to let loose.

"Give me your tongue." He hadn't taken a hint with my own tongue rubbing across his lips, but his inexperience didn't ruin a thing. When I felt his enter my mouth, regardless of how gentle he tried to be, it was like sucking another cock. He pulled back.

"Was that too much?"

Between our panting, I shook my head.

"That was fine, Sidon."

"I think I'm ready down below."

Without losing eye contact, I scooched down his body, reaching behind me. My hand brushed against the largest cock I had ever felt. Nothing could keep my face from reacting.

"It's too big, isn't it?" His eyes looked so worried. My free hand squeezed his forearm.

"We'll go slowly."

It seemed counterintuitive to rub him now. Something inside my head screamed against a handjob, that it would only make him even bigger. But if he was ready, he was ready. Now, I just needed to prepare.

"Let's go to the bed," I said. Dripping we walked across the room, and I laid on my back, facing him. He towered above me, water running down his body, his cocks curling up and out, like beautiful hooks.

My face went hot again. "I need you to lick my clit."

He was so attentive. "Show me, my dear."

I spread my legs, and he knelt. I pulled his head into position, and he began. I wasn't prepared to cut off my sigh. The moment his tongue began brushing me, I lost my mind. It was right where I wanted to be, then. His hands rubbing up and down my thighs, his tongue tickling at me, taunting me. For a moment, I bit my lip.

"Sidon, I'll scream!" A murmur was all I could muster.

"Out of pleasure? You'll only flatter me, Amon." His voice rumbled into my vulva, his lips kissing my thighs, my clit. I cried out as he started again, and I didn't think once more that hour.