Zelda sat in the cooling bath. She had her legs pulled tightly against her chest, back to the side of the tub. It was the third time she had washed since Link had brought her to Gerudo Town that same day.
It didn't seem to matter. She still felt dirty, still broken. As if she was still full of the monsters' vile secretions.
Tears threatened to well up in her eyes. They were already red and sore from hours upon hours of weeping. Really, she hadn't stopped since Link had saved her. Every time her feelings calmed, the horrid memories came bubbling up within.
At the same time she felt unfathomably empty, like some essential part of her had been ripped free; thrown out.
Perhaps it was just from all the vomiting.
Zelda released her grip around her legs, relaxing her arms, letting the fall to her sides. She hadn't noticed how tightly she had pressed against her chest until now. She took a deep breath, moving her head from side to side.
Her body felt stiff, her neck smarting as she moved it. How long had she been sitting here? By the tepid water, she guessed it had been at least an hour, maybe two. Still, she was not ready to leave. She could not face the world like this, not ever. Her mind was forever changed, forever scarred.
She soaped her hair for … the sixth time? It had been clean since the second, but something had changed. Something not physical. Her formerly golden locks now seemed drab and dull. The eternal, radiant lustre she had inherited from her mother was somehow gone, the life sucked out of it.
Holding her breath, Zelda dunked her head into the water, washing out the soap with her hands. The hair was frail and frizzy, the constant washing drying it out. Despite how sullied she felt, she decided not to wash it again.
It's clean, Zelda, she forced herself to think. It's all washed out; nothing left. And yet she felt dirty.
A knock at the door startled Zelda out of her thoughts. She didn't have to look to know it was Urbosa – her presence seemed to announce itself somehow. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the rim of the bath at the opposite side.
Zelda had her back to the door, so she could not see as the gerudo chieftain unclasped her waist band, and dropped the skirt to the floor. Urbosa walked over to where Zelda sat and eased down behind her – one leg on either side of her as she sat on the edge of the bath.
A gentle hand rested on Zelda's head, warm, comforting. The closeness made the princess feel safe, secure. She let out a rugged breath as Urbosa began brushing through Zelda's golden locks.
For a time they both sat quiet. Their skin-to-skin and the rhythmic brushing the only contact between them. The pressure and fright that had weighed down on the princess for what felt like eternity. Slowly the knots within her mind and body were worked out, thinned and straightened along with the snarls in her long hair. Urbosa's strong legs squeezed her comfortingly as the chieftain caressed Zelda's cheek as she worked. Even after every tress had been smoothed and parted, the brushing continued.
"My little bird," Urbosa finally spoke, echoing the endearments Zelda's mother had given her. "I won't pepper you with the words of comfort you are probably expecting. I trust you know none of this is your fault, and if not, words aren't likely change that.
"For tonight you should not have to think about anything other than the fact that you are safe and in the presence of people who will give their lives to keep you that way.
"I have told Link he is not allowed to see you until you expressly allow it. He has been quite persistent, though." Zelda could hear a slight smirk in the tone of the chieftains voice. "Know that he does not judge or blame you either. He has nothing but love and concern for you on his mind."
Those last words did little to soothe her. It didn't really matter what Link might think about her. Either way, she could never look the man in the eyes again. His entire purpose had been to protect her, and the moment she dismissed him, Zelda had been helpless. She could not face him. He was the embodiment of all her shortcomings.
Urbosa continued to pass the brush through Zelda's hair, now silent. She did not make Zelda feel like she needed to respond, and she found herself very grateful for that fact.
"Tonight," Urbosa said, "I will lend my own room to you. You will be carefully guarded, and I will make sure that any of your needs will be met. You can stay here for as long as you need to recover, and I will do anything in my power to help you on that path."
The words were comforting, but Zelda could not shake the feelings of shame and failure. Something was still fundamentally wrong within her. Something broken. But, Urbosa was probably right. What she needed now was rest.
Zelda woke up warm and groggy. The sun was already high in the sky and the city below seemed to be in full motion. She sat up in the enormous bed, sheets and blankets and pillows piled around her.
She hadn't brought any nightwear when she had set out, and nothing of Urbosa's had fit her. So, the princess had slept naked, though – with the guards at the door, and under watchful eyes of Urbosa – she had not felt exposed. The gerudo were not a very bashful people. Their culture had always erred on the side of openness when it came to the body. Zelda remembered visiting with her mother when she was young; she had been astonished at the amount of skin on display.
People often went about bare-breasted, and few cared for any kind of modesty regardless of body or age. Her mother – having spent a great deal of her youth in the city – had taken to their ways without hesitation on their visit. And zelda, a child without judgement or prejudice, had not found it savage or primitive, as she later had learned many saw the gerudo.
Now, while she still did not harbour any harshness toward this people's lifestyles, she did sense a gnawing feeling of impropriety – instilled by the modest reservations of Hyrule – when she looked upon Gerudo Town.
She was, however, not discomforted. Zelda did not feel shame for the undress, rather it was a display of the cultural chasm between the people of the desert and those of her own grassy plains.
The princess herself was not comfortable prancing about in her birthday suit. So, Zelda pulled her sheets over herself and called for a set of clothes, and for the chieftain.
Soon enough one came carrying the other up the steps to the open-front bedroom.
"Little bird!" Urbosa called. She was smiling as she walked up to the bed. "You're finally awake. I was a little worried, but I'm glad you got your rest."
"Good morning, Urbosa," Zelda said, voice a little hoarse.
"Morning?" Urbosa gave a chuckle. "It's already after noon. Now put on these, and we'll take a walk around town." The chieftain put down the bundle of clothes onto the bed.
Zelda rose from the bed, leaving her skin exposed to the stuffy desert air. She felt oddly comfortable, despite the exposure. She stretched her arms above her head, letting out a lazy yawn.
She felt Urbosa's eyes across her body. Not judgemental or mocking. Just observing. The chieftain was quite blatant in a way that, had it been anyone else, Zelda would find very invasive. With Urbosa it was simply genuine.
Zelda picked up one of the garments she had been brought. It was a green bandeau, decorated with a yellow swirl-pattern so common among gerudo designs. It sat loosely around her chest, with an additional tie around the neck to keep it in place.
The fabric was strangely light. It almost felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all. It was not thin, the garment hid her chest, but it let her skin breathe. That was, of course, important in the harsh desert climate.
The other item was a long skirt, clipped around her waist by a metal belt. It hung hung down to just below her knees, and had a parting along her left leg, providing greater ease of movement.
"I hope it fits," Urbosa said. "You are quite small compared to most gerudo women, so I had to scavenge a bit to find one your size."
"It's wonderful!" Zelda said. She felt a little exposed, but it fit well. Urbosa placed a pair of slippers on the floor, which Zelda stepped into.
"Come," the chieftain said. "Let me show you around the town."
The weather was sweltering, the hot, white sun bearing down upon the desert city. The clothes Zelda had been given did help with ventilation, but Urbosa also got her a wide-brimmed hat to shield from the sunlight.
The two made their way down the wide palace stairs, moats of water splashing excitedly along each side. Before them lay the market square, a large open arena lined with market stalls, a raised platform in the middle decorated with palm trees. The stalls offered everything from meats and fruit to clothes and arrows. They were populated by women trading and haggling, all tall and muscular.
The gerudo were in most ways very much like hylians. But their bodies seemed almost chiselled, moulded by some master sculptor. Zelda found herself marvelling. Their perfection seemed almost unfair.
Urbosa ushered her down a side street, leading them past people in a general bustle – all wrapped up in the motions of daily life. Zelda still found the prudish part of her brain on high alert as they mingled among the lightly dressed women, and a blush grew across her cheeks.
The princess realised – despite her cultural programming – that there was nothing sexual or private about what she saw. Or, it wasn't for the people of Gerudo Town, anyway. She tried to push down the feelings of discomfort and exposedness as she walked through the town. Still, she obsessively checked and rechecked the state of her skirts, making sure nothing private would be visible.
As the tour continued, Urbosa explained the various systems and structures that made the city run. She spoke on how they distributed water, on the training of the guards, on the sand seal renting. It was all quite overwhelming for Zelda, who diligently tried to memorise the intricate workings of the economy.
When they returned to the palace, Zelda was tired and sweating, the hot desert climate taking its toll on her body.
"Now," Urbosa said as they walked back up the palace steps, "I bet you could use something to eat. I will order for dinner to be brought to my room, so we can eat in private.
The dinner was wonderful. Not only was the princess ravenous, but the gerudo cuisine was quite refreshing. It was seasoned with – to zelda – exotic spices and taste combinations she could never have imagined.
As they ate, the princess and the chieftain made small talk and reminisced over Zelda's mother.
"I wished I could have known her longer," Zelda said.
"There is a lot of her in you," Urbosa said. "She would have loved to se you grow as you have. She would have been very proud."
An uncomfortable lump appeared in Zelda's throat
"I wished she would have been able to teach me all the things she knew. How to fulfil my role. To be in power… to be able to use my powers." Zelda scraped at her plate with her fork as she spoke, eyes pointedly turned down toward the table.
"You have made great progress, Zelda. Your mother didn't master her abilities until far later in her life, I am sure—"
"But I haven't made any progress! The only things I can manifest are what she taught me. Without her I haven't achieved anything!"
"Zelda!" Urbosa said sternly, but still calm. She stood up and walked over to where Zelda sat. "Come," she said, leading the princess over to the large bed.
Zelda stood still as Urbosa gently pulled off the bandeau, laying it next to the bed. Zelda felt her heart flutter as her breasts were freed. The chieftain stood behind Zelda, arms one either side of her as she unclasped the belt and let the skirt fall to the ground.
"Look at this," Urbosa said, letting out a little chuckle. "Not quite fit for a princess." She brushed her fingers against the thin bush that had grown above Zelda's nethers. "Tomorrow we will make you look exquisite, and then, I will teach you a few things your mother might have liked you to know."
The princess laid down on the soft bed and watched as Urbosa too began undressing. True to her words, she was without hair on her body. Her bronze skin was smooth and without fault, only marked by muscles and ladylike curves.
She joined the princess in the bed, putting her arms around Zelda's small frame, pulling her close. Zelda melted into Urbosa's chest, her skin warm and soft against her back.
Zelda lay quietly for a time, feeling the gerudo chief's chest press against her back with every slow breath. Zelda felt the hot air against her neck. There was something thrilling deep within her, but more than anything, she felt comfort. The warm embrace gave her safety. There, in that giant bed, sleep found her without trouble.
Zelda dunked her soaped hair into the warm bathwater. She felt Urbosa's fingers at her scalp, rubbing out the soap. The princess was quite familiar with having assistants bathe and clothe her, but over the last couple of years she had favoured privacy and speed over absolute comfort. Now, however, she had to admit she quite enjoyed being pampered.
He raised her head out of the water once more, her hair settling over her back. Urbosa began rubbing her back, a mix between cleaning and massaging. Zelda couldn't help give a sigh at the motion.
"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" Urbosa said. "Good. Some comfort will do you good." She continued gently caressing Zelda's soft skin, washing it, more symbolically than actually. Still it did feel good.
"But," Urbosa said, "I do think it is time to get you all prim and proper. Looking like a princess will help to make you feel that way too."
Somehow Zelda found those words to have been the exact right thing to say. Urbosa was unapologetic and to the point, but nothing in her words seemed judgemental or accusatory. She told Zelda what she needed without hesitation.
Zelda gave a squeal as Urbosa put her hands on her hips, lifting the young woman out of the water. She was turned over and seated on the edge of the bathtub, legs dangling into the water.
"We will begin with taking care of this little forest." Urbosa gave Zelda's pubic hair a light brush with her hand, before picking up a razor and a small cup with a white cream from next to the bath.
Zelda sat back, leaning on her arms as she watched Urbosa work. The chieftain took a handful of the cream, spreading it into the curly, blonde tuft of hair. It felt cold where it touched her hot skin, but it was a pleasant kind of chill.
Carefully, Urbosa put the deadly sharp blade. A single wrong move – a slight jerk or slip – would draw blood. But, Urbosa was more than masterful with the blade. In short, neat swipes, she sheared away the hair, leaving skin as smooth as can be. Zelda watched wide-eyed as each section disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place.
When she was done, Urbosa gently washed the now silky-smooth mound, then rubbed it with a cooling salve.
"Better, don't you think?" Urbosa said. Zelda gave a nod, but her eyes were fastened on the other woman's body. Before she had imagined the gerudo as sculpted into perfection, but Urbosa's display of such a practised craft made the reality dawn on her.
The young princess had never before reflected on the skilled work and craftsmanship that went into the gerudo women's appearance. The people were in many ways more relaxed than the hylians, but they worked constantly to keep an immaculate air.
Urbosa brought out flasks of nail-polish, trays of makeup, and brilliant pieces of jewellery and hair accessories. For the next hour the two of them worked together to transform Zelda into a striking image. Urbosa had had a frame made for a custom set of gerudo garments, and together they chose the colours and patterns for the cloth.
That evening Zelda stepped out of the gerudo palace reborn. She was dressed in a sky-blue skirt with a matching top, both detailed with striking patterns of coloured flower petals. Her nails were painted in a matching shade, her hair tied in a high ponytail. She wore earrings of ruby and armlets of gold.
She stood watching the people of the town as they went about their evening errands. Finally she felt whole.
They were on the road again. Finally!
Zelda felt invigorated. Propped up by a newfound sense of understanding and acceptance. She had come to terms with what had happened, and now started the work to restore what had been taken from her.
She found herself – somewhat to her surprise – entirely willing to have Link by her side. Of course she adored the man, but before she had felt his presence made her weaker. Or at least it made her weakness more apparent.
However, she now, thanks to Urbosa's coaching, understood their relationship differently. Strength did not simply mean self reliance. Strength was utilising the connections and bonds you have to fill each other's gaps in capacity. She might not be able to fend for herself, but her knight filled that hole for her.
And now she would make him fill a different hole.
So…" Zelda said. "Urbosa gave me some advice." She and Link sat huddled around a campfire, enjoying a late evening meal. "I have been, and I think we need to set up boundaries. Urbosa said I should be more assertive. More controlling." She took another bite of the stew, and adjusted her position on the soft, dry ground.
"Well, I am going to do as she has recommended. But, I don't want to close you out from all the decisions. Your autonomy is as important as mine, even if I am your superior." Link didn't respond. He kept his eyes locked on her face, a whole world hidden behind those blue pools. "So, I am going to take control. Meaning you will do as I say, no questions asked. Unless – and this is the important part, so listen carefully. If you are not comfortable with what I ask of you, or if you feel it violates your autonomy, you tell me so, and I will not force you.
"And, I want you to understand that I take this very seriously. If you feel I go too far, you must tell me. And no consequences will come of it, of that you have my word.
"Of course this is in relation only to situations between you and me alone. Your knightley obligations are the same as always, and so are mine as princess. Such obligations you can not get around. Though something tells me you wouldn't even if you could."
Zelda locked eyes with her knight, wanting to be certain he understood her fully. "So," she said, "are these conditions acceptable?"
Link stared back into her eyes, seeming to be able to gaze into her soul. He nodded, but stayed quiet.
"Good," Zelda said, setting her now empty bowl on the ground. "Just in case, I think we should have a safeword, to make sure there are no misunderstandings. How about… mighty banana." She chuckled to herself "It seems fitting, I think."
Link gave her another nod. The humour did not seem to have landed with him, though his face told her that he was pleased.
"Well, Zelda said. If it is fine with you, I will be retrating for the evening." She stood up, knowing Link would not object. She crawled into their tent – once again shared, as hers had been lost with the rest of her luggage – and closed the flap behind her.
Inside, she quickly undressed, folding and piling her clothes neatly in the corner. She brought out a brush Urbosa had given her, and started to undo her braids. The princess slowly brushed through her golden locks, smoothing out the curls.
Her hair had recovered from its soiling quite quickly, but Zelda still felt as if it had been irrevocably damaged. There were many such things – things that had been physically resolved, yet her view of them was forever changed. It loomed over her, always hiding in the background.
Zelda put down the brush, flipping her hair back over her shoulders. She gave a light sigh. Really, she was ready for bed, but there was one more thing to do before she could sleep. It was time to set a precedent.
When Link entered, Zelda had her back to the entrance, looking through the pack of clothes she had been given by Urbosa. The knight rustled behind her, closing up the tent flaps. Then he stopped suddenly.
Zeld turned around to find Link staring at her, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He quickly averted his eyes from her. She smiled at his decency, but that was not how she wanted him to treat her. Not anymore.
"No clothes in the tent," Zelda said, tone serious. "That will be the rule moving forward." Link looked like he was going to protest, but he seemed to remember what they had agreed upon earlier.
Reluctantly, but at her order, the princess' appointed knight undressed in front of her, unable to hide anything from her expecting eyes. It's so cute when he tries to hide what seeing me does to him, Zelda thought, a smile creeping onto her face. Now for the main course!
"Now sit back," Zelda said. Reluctantly, Link did as she told him, lying back on his arms, legs spread before his princess. She studies his member with curiosity. Despite having seen it once before, Zelda struggled to keep her eyes off of her hero's stiffening erection.
"As you no doubt are aware," Zelda said, moving her hair away from her face, "outside of my royal duties, I am really a researcher at heart. As such, when I find my knowledge lacking within a certain field, I will do my best to mend those deficiencies. And, as my appointed knight, I expect you to assist me in such endeavours." She turned to look straight at Link, putting her hands on her hips, and giving him a cheeky grin.
Link didn't say anything, but gave her a look somewhere between annoyance and capitulation. Zelda was pleased at the expression.
"Good," she said. "Now, experimentation and data gathering is always the first step in any rigorous research. Our first instance of copulation – however passion-filled – did lack such precision. As such, I will start from the very basics this time.
"I will begin by stroking your shaft until it has properly hardened, then I will will shift focus to the head of the penis, in order to properly pleasure you, and reach the desired goal." She hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting Link's. "Which, of course, is ejaculation."
Zelda moved forward, Link still quiet, and gently placed her fingers around her knight's erection.
Her touch finally got a proper response from Link. He gave a quiet, breathy moan as Zelda's cool fingers rubbed against the warm, sensitive skin of his member. The princess – bending forward to properly inspect her research subject – slowly peeled back the foreskin, watching as the shiny glands poked out.
The abuse from the monsters had left Zelda unsure if she would be able to experience sexual intimacy again, without being haunted by the terror of that day. Something about being around Link had convinced her that she could.
In his presence, she felt none of the terror or disgust she had feared she would. Holding Link's penis in her hands, she realised it did not fill her intimidation, but with intrigue and … longing.
With Link, Zelda felt like things were right. As they always should have been.
She drank in the view of him as she stroked slowly. Sexual desire was such a strange and unexplainable concept to Zelda. What she felt was quite clear, but she could not understand why. What were the mechanisms that made the sight of this one organ so unbearably thrilling? Why was Link's presence alone able to make her feel in ways no-one else could? And why did she so strongly desire that she would be his?
She mused over the desire that had suddenly bubbled up within her. A feeling she had not felt since that first time she shared with Link. Such lust!
As Link stiffened within her hands, Zelda let go of him. As she ran her thumb across the head of his penis, Link moaned loudly. His face was filled with held back pleasure.
Zelda smiled.
She began stroking him more vigorously, trailing her fingers against the slick skin. Link arched his hips up to meet Zelda's hand, his legs jerking under him. The princess replied by letting go of the phallus, letting it throb needily in the open air.
"Now, now," Zelda said. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I am in charge here, so I decide how we do things. I will make you reach an orgasm all on my own, no thrusting on your part." Link groaned, dissatisfied at her words. But he did as she demanded and lay still.
A sense of euphoria came over Zelda as she continued her work. This was what Urbosa had been talking about. Being in control! Zelda was the one setting the rules, Zelda was the one deciding their course. Before she had always felt that – despite being the heir to the throne – she was always just following along. Now she steered!
With Link at her mercy, the princess redoubled her efforts, relishing in the feeling of being in charge. And over Link no less!
She was so wrapped up in the moment that she didn't notice when Link began to succumb to his orgasm. When a shot of hot, white flew out from the organ in the princess's hands, she was abruptly pulled out of her musings.
Zelda watched in aw, eyes wide, as Link released a rope of his seed. Time seemed to slow for the young princess, as she watched the fruit of her labour arc through the air.
And then it landed on her arm.
A sudden horror shot up within Zelda's mind, an uncomfortable tingle down her back, hairs standing up on her arms.
Then another spurt landed on her cheek, and Zelda felt the urge to gag. Nausea overcame her, the world suddenly turned upside down. Every moment of that horrid time lying in the seemingly impossibly voluminous puddle of monster-semen. Everything she had fought to overcome – to push down – came rushing back.
Zelda felt the sweat beading on her skin, tears suddenly puddling in her eyes as she squeezed them shut. She breathed heavily, her whole body heaving as the world seemed to close in around her.
The light touch of Link's calloused hand on her bare shoulder brought her back to reality. Zleda sighed, steeling herself as she slowly opened her eyes again.
Link sat crouched before her, a small trickle of his seed pooling beneath him. His face was filled with worry and concern as he looked into her eyes. Zelda smiled wanly, trying to collect herself.
"Sorry," Zelda said. "I just got a little overwhelmed. I supposed I should have expected something like this…"
"Do not apologise, Zelda," Link said. Zelda was almost brought to tears again by the worry in his tone.
"Well," Zelda said, letting out a deep sigh, "the only way I am going to get better is if I face my fears." She brought her arm up to her mouth, licking up the sperm that had landed there.
She could barely taste it. It surprised her. The monster's loads had been so foul Zelda had at least expected some displeasure at tasting Link's. It was slightly salty, slightly alkaline. That was it!
And despite her reaction just a moment earlier, Zelda felt a strange stirring within her as she tasted of her hero's seed.
Zelda looked up at Link's now baffled expression. "I will have to face my fears," she said again. "And to do that I need repeated exposure!"
She pushed Link back onto his back, then knelt down before his now flaccid penis. She closed her eyes, taking a final moment to prepare herself. Then she took him into her mouth.
She heard Link gasp as her lips enveloped his manhood. The salty, musky flavour of it filled her senses as Zelda began to slide her tongue along the soft shaft. In mere moments Link had stiffened once again, his member growing to full mast within Zelda's cheeks.
Zelda sucked lightly as she moved her head up and down the warm shaft. She was once again overwhelmed by a thrill unlike anything else. Despite having been given no direct attention herself, Zelda's arousal grew steadily as she pleasured her lover.
As awful and terrifying as the fellatio the monsters had forced upon her, so was this experience delightful. There was no pain or stretching, no shoving. Link's erection fit comfortably within Zelda's mouth, letting her enjoy his package. She could feel every bump and wrinkle on the skin as she rolled her tongue across it.
Zelda lucked up at her victime, watching in delight as he squirmed and writhed under her. Soon enough, Link began whimpering, signalling the end was near.
The princess pulled back, steeling herself in expectation for what was to come. She let the tip of Link's head rest just within her lips, as she licked at it furiously. The sweet and salt and bitter all mixed together within her mouth as coaxed out the end.
The first spray hit her tongue with force, flooding her with a strengthened flavour. Zelda closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on the moment. Link fired again, this time reaching the back of her mouth. Zelda fought down her body's insistence on gagging, pushing away all the unpleasant memories echoing within her mind. She breathed steadily through her nose as her mouth filled with the lumpy slime-like sperm. It was warm and gooey, the taste salty and bitter. But, to her surprise, she did not find it revolting.
Carefully, Zelda let Link slide out of her mouth, a small dribble of semen running after it down her lip. She kept her lips sealed tight around the thick fluid, letting herself simmer in the feeling of it all.
The flavours were overwhelming, and not entirely pleasant. Still, Zelda felt unreasonably triumphant. This was the first step toward leaving that hell behind her. And she would do it together with Link!
"I did it," Zelda said, around the mouthful of Link's sperm. She sighed as she swallowed down the load. It left a strange aftertaste.
"Well," Zelda said, "that was exciting! But, I think I have done enough work for roday. I'll need someone to take care of me from now on." She smirked sheepishly, changing position so that she sat with her knees against her chest. Then she opened her legs, spreading her labia with her fingers.
Link was quick to oblige, moving down to kiss her thighs. Slowly he moved closer and closer toward her increasingly dripping lips. Link licked along her vulva, sending sparks through her pelvis. He tenderly wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking lightly.
Zelda leaned back, moaning with desperation that she couldn't quite understand. The last … how long? The ups and down of giving pleasure and enduring unpleasant remembrance had made her lose her grip on the world around her. Anything between a minute and a day could have passed; moments seemed simultaneously concurrent and far apart. And through it all a thirst had bubbled up. At some points subdued, and at others riled higher. Here, now, in the hands of her lover and hero, the internal flames of arousal burned bright.
She squealed as Link pressed two fingers into her, feeling his way around her opening. He soon added another finger, and then another, and in a few moments, all four of his fingers were within her.
As Link gently dug further into her, Zelda yelped as the pleasure-spike of orgasm hit her. Link continued on as his princess wriggled under his touch, her liquids spraying into his face.
The world was nothing but pleasure for the young royal. She pressed her hands to her mouth to mute herself as she cried out in delight. She felt as if all the pressure inside lifted.
When the height of her bliss finally subsided, Zelda still felt Link's touch within her. His lips had let go of her clit, and he was teasing his tongue along her lower lips. He had also added his thumb to his journey inside her, meaning his entire hand was now within her.
Urbosa had been masterful – years of experience had taught her every button to push to bring someone delight. Still, it could not compare to the effect an emotional connection had on the princess. There was no-one who could replace Link. He fit her better than anyone or ever could.
Link's finger prodded around within her, searching out every nook and cranny, leaving the walls of her vagina struggling to close in around him. Zelda was soon swept into another orgasm, euphoria taking her mind.
When she looked up at Link again, his face was dripping with her liquids, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He bent down and kissed her. Zelda could taste herself on his lips – really she could feel it as her fluids were smeared across her cheek. But it felt good. Really good.
Just being with Link; being close to him. It felt wonderful.
Eventually their lips parted, eyes locking instead. Link wore a silly grin, and Zelda could feel that she did too. She put her arms around her and rolled them over, so that she straddled him.
"See," she said. "Things go very well when I am in charge. I am expecting this kind of treatment at least once a day from now on. I hope you can stand up to that task."
Link simply hugged her close, pressing their bodies together. And Zelda was fully content to just lie there. Naked, sprawled on top of her knight, still in the afterglow of the best orgasm of her life.
This was heaven. Tucked into the arms of the one she loved.