I went off on quite a different direction here then my original intention was, but I'm sure you'll like it anyway, Constant Reader. Also, I think my writing style has changed since my last update, but it's for the better, in my opinion.

If they're somewhat out of character, sue me; this whole fic has been an out-of-character exercise, I can change it up if I want to.

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Malon, where are you?
Chapter 2.6 (or so)- Postponed!
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Zelda's fingers, usually so smooth and skilled, now seemed like fumbling virgins as she scrabbled at the fastenings of her dress. "Come on, damned thing!" she cried in frustration. Finally she just grabbed handfuls of the thing and ripped it all away, sending bits of fabric everywhere. "There," she said when she was naked, feeling much better.

Malon, meanwhile, had gone silent and still, staring up at Zelda with fear and a strange lust in her eyes; Zelda was, after all, a beautiful and curvaceous woman. "Majesty?" she whispered. "W-What are you…?"

"Have you ever looked at another woman, farm whore?" the princess asked, cutting Malon off as she walked slowly around the bed, Malon's eyes locked helplessly on her body. "Looked at one with lust and desire, a need burning in you?"

Malon blushed, still unable to take her eyes away. "O-Of course not, Your Majesty…"

"Liar. You're looking at me right now, are you not?" Smirking, Zelda stopped and gazed down at Malon's face, her hand reaching to flick lightly at the farm girl's erect, hardened nipples. "Why, your breasts are all hard!" she declared with a girlish titter. "You're aroused!"

"Am not," Malon mumbled automatically, blushing wildly from the shame. She had never imagined anything like this. Well, she had, but in her fantasies it was Link, her beloved husband, doing this to her… "It's just…"

"Quiet," Zelda ordered, climbing on top of Malon with a look of sheer lust twisting her face. Malon squeaked and tried to squirm away, but the bonds tying her down were secure; they would not be undone so easily. Smirking again, Zelda ground her hips into Malon's, as one hand roughly grabbed a breast and the other caressed her own.

Suddenly, she stopped. Why was she doing this, raping a not-quite-unwilling farm girl when her Link was supposedly on his way? Cursing beneath her breath, her hands fell away to her side and she just sat there, hovering over Malon.

Malon, of course, was confused. One second the princess had been molesting her (and, she had to admit, part of her was starting to like it); the next she was just sitting there, straddling her. "Majesty?" she asked timidly. "What are…?"

"I miss Link!" Zelda suddenly cried out, striking the mattress. "I want him back, damnit! I messed up before and I let him go, why can't I just-" She broke off, startled at what she was saying; she hadn't even known this was what she felt, much less had meant to say it. "Oh, fuck it," she muttered, falling forward over Malon and adjusting herself. Now her face was in Malon's neck, her long hair spread out over her breasts, and Malon herself was even more confused.

"Hold me, farm whore," the princess commanded, reaching up to untie the bonds of Malon's wrists before sighing and dropping her head down again. She suddenly felt the need to make someone understand, to connect with them and try to… try to… Oh, don't lie to yourself, Zelda, she thought bitterly. You want a friend, and here's the farm whore all naked and half-aroused beneath you. How convenient.

Malon, who by now was thoroughly lost, tentatively put her arms around the princess, forcing herself to relax. "Princess…?" she whispered. "Is something the matter?"

"Yes," Zelda responded, not caring anymore what came from her mouth. "I'm a lonely woman, farm whore. I had the best man in the country, in the whole world, wrapped around my little finger and what did I do with him? I treated him like a stud, a sex toy. I was selfish, and now I've lost him. To you, of all people! You, a rancher's daughter!"

"Well… you did treat him like shit, you know, and… well, he is human, despite being all Hero of Time and all that." Despite everything going on, Malon suddenly giggled. "He's only a man, beneath all that hardened, battle-worn exterior!"

Surprised at herself, Zelda laughed too. "And what a man he is!" Feeling better, she raised herself up on her elbows to look into Malon's eyes, their hair mingling. "You're right… he is only human. And humans need to… need to be…" she tried to think of the word she wanted. "Admired? Looked up to? Lusted after?"

Malon knew what she meant. "Loved, princess. People need love; you didn't love Link, you didn't love anyone but yourself, and for all anyone knows you still don't love anyone but yourself." She slid her hands down to Zelda's waist. "How can you expect him to come back to you if he has no reason to expect it'll be any different? He's an idiot, sure, but he knows what he wants! He wants to feel valued, to know he has worth beyond the size of his cock and the length of time he can last in bed."

Now, Zelda, for all her illusions and fantasies, was not a stupid woman. She was, in fact, quite smart, but a lifetime of pandering and having every whim spoiled at the slightest sign hadn't done much for her personality. And, lie and evade however she would, she couldn't in the end escape the truth.

And this, frankly, was the truth: she was a bitch. She'd heard it all her adult life (and most of her later childhood years too), but until that moment it hadn't really sunken in. "I… I'm just a bitch in heat, aren't I…?" she said, shoulders shaking as the sobs began.

Malon's heart wrenched slightly, but she knew she couldn't back down now. "Yes, Your Majesty. You're just a mean, selfish, rutting little whore, that's all you are."

For a further second Zelda looked down at her, while the tears thickened in the corners of her eyes. Then she collapsed, honest sobs wrenching themselves from within her as her arms went compulsively around Malon.

Quietly, Malon held the sobbing princess against her, whispering meaningless phrases into her ear. When at last it stopped, she took Zelda's shoulders and pushed her away slightly. "You just need someone to love you, Your Majesty, that's all," she said. "Now, untie me."

Numbly, Zelda complied, untying Malon's feet before crawling back into her arms. "Thank you. Now look at me." Malon gently took Zelda's face in her hand, and leaned slowly in until their lips were hardly an inch apart. Then she closed her eyes, and leaned the rest of the way in.

The next moments seemed to stretch on forever. Zelda, eyes wide in shock, lay there in silence as Malon held their lips pressed together. A faint moan escaped Zelda's throat, and her mouth opened wider; Malon took this as a sign, and moved her hand to Zelda's hair, entwining in it as she held them closer to each other. At the same time she slid her tongue into Zelda's mouth, feeling about until she felt Zelda's own tongue. This was when Zelda finally gave in, closing her eyes and responding to the kiss properly; another moan, this one of release, went from her throat.

Malon held the kiss for a moment more, then gently pulled away. "There now, was that so bad?" she asked coyly. Zelda shook her head, still numb with the shock of discovery. Malon giggled. "Well, that's called kissing, and Link and I do it a lot. It's fun, isn't it?"

Zelda blushed and smiled herself. "No… it's not bad at all. Far- no. Malon… Malon, could we…?" she couldn't finish it, but Malon knew what she wanted and pulled Zelda down again for another kiss, this time more vigorous. Lips pressed desperately to lips, tongues thrashing against each other in a battle as old as time, though not quite in this particular fashion usually.

Zelda was honestly getting into it when Malon suddenly rose up and flipped them both over, putting herself on top. The princess squeaked in protest, but was too lost in a lusty, raucous haze to protest. "I've never done this before," Malon said casually, running her light hands down Zelda's sides, "but I know what I like, and we're both women, how different can we get?" Grinning evilly, she leaned down and flicked her tongue against one of Zelda's nipples, lightly tracing a wet trail before kissing it soundly and sucking hard.

Zelda gasped, her eyes half-closing as her hands clutched at Malon's long, luxurious hair. "Don't stop…" she managed to say on suddenly hard to catch breath, as Malon continued her amateur ministrations.

"Oh no, Your Majesty, I wouldn't dream of it," Malon crooned in reply, before biting down on the nipple in her mouth. Not hard enough to really hurt, but plenty hard enough to make it felt. Zelda yelped, her hands momentarily grasping Malon's hair; the brief pain, oddly enough, served to excite her further.

Breathing hard now, Malon shifted about, laying her arms to either side of Zelda's head and leaning down, pressing their breasts into each other. Their mouths caught together, and they kissed for another long second, even more desperate and longing than before, while Malon's hand slowly sneaked down to Zelda's pussy. "How am I doing, Your Majesty?" the farm girl asked breathlessly, the honorific now sounding faintly sarcastic.

"You're doing very well, farm girl," Zelda replied in a similar tone, eyes closed as she let herself be tossed about on the waves of these new sensations. She'd had sex with women before, oh yes, but this. This was somehow new, partly because she wasn't being hard and driving, but also, she suspected, because her partner was not only willing, but surprisingly quite able as well. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, quite sure," Malon replied, lightly flicking her fingers between Zelda's pale thighs. "But, as I said, we're both women, so how hard could it be?" Zelda had to admit there was an enticing logic to this statement, but she wasn't really capable of logic right then. Especially not as Malon's slim fingers, roughened only a little from farm work, lightly grazed along her pussy, which was rather wet by now.

Malon knew what this meant, but didn't quite act on it, instead continuing to tease the princess with light, feathery strokes. It was something she would never have dared do to herself; she couldn't have withstood the ruthless building pressure to just sink her fingers in and scramble herself to a quick, breathless climax, but here, hovering over the body of the liege lady some part of her still hated, she could take her time, lightly explore, and watch what it did to Zelda.

What it did was an unbearably sweet torture; the same ruthless pressure was building up in Zelda's body, but she was helpless to move, paralyzed by the feathery hand that slowly, agonizingly flickered around its goal, never quite going in and never quite leaving. Her breath came in faint mewling gasps as the pressure built up, and then just hovered over an endless chasm, unable to explode forth or bleed back. "Please…" she gasped out. "Stop… stop playing around… please…"

The irony of the situation, Zelda the princess regent of all Hyrule, begging Malon the lowly farm girl for a favor was too much, and she couldn't help but giggle. "Alright, Your Majesty," she agreed. "But not like this." She removed her hand, to Zelda's whine of protest, but that whine quickly died down when she saw that Malon was kneeling between her legs, placing her hands on her thighs to push them apart, fully revealing the princess's pussy to her eyes. More importantly, to her tongue and lips and teeth, and she dived in, licking and sucking and biting at every bit she could reach.

The pressure inside Zelda continued building up, but still it did not explode; it merely went on, as the noises she made became louder and more strident. "Oh Goddesses, yes… ah, there, right there… aaahh, yes yes!" Then, Malon slid her fingers in, first one, then two, inadvertently finding one of Zelda's true hot spots. "Oh! Yes, there, please! Harder!" Unable to help herself, Malon went furiously on, fucking the princess with her mouth and fingers and tongue, until with a long, piercing scream, the pressure inside Zelda finally exploded in a riot of the purest ecstasy she'd ever felt.

When it finally faded, after oh so long, she opened her eyes and looked about, having literally forgotten where she was and what had happened, only that she was unbearably content and no one anywhere could possibly mean her any harm. Especially not the beautiful young creature kneeling between her legs. "Hello there," she said stupidly, not quite having gotten her bearings back.

Malon giggled. "Yes, Your Majesty," she purred, stretching up to lie alongside Zelda. Idly she toyed with one of her breasts, content for the moment to ignore her own unsated needs. "How did I do?"

For a second longer, Zelda still couldn't recall anything beyond a mind-numbing orgasm. Then, when Malon giggled again as she traced her nipple, it came back. "Oh! Well, I suppose you did, come to… come to think of it…" Her choice of words struck them both as deliciously funny, and they giggled together before kissing languidly. "Mmm, you taste good…"

"It's your own fluids, Your Majesty," Malon said, licking her lips. "You taste good." Her face took on a wondering expression. "You know, I never really wondered about that…"

Zelda smirked and rolled over, straddling Malon's hips. "Well, I'll just have to show you, then…" and she starting grinding their pussies together…