A cold wind sweeped past, tugging at the hem of Zelda's white dress – now ripped and dirtied with mudd. She crouched down as she reached the crumbling city wall. Screams and shouts echoed on the other side, before being silenced, on by one, in a screech of laserfire.
Calamity Ganon had returned!
And when he did, the Guardians had turned against their own purpose, corrupted by the demon's dark power. They attacked without mercy, crushing her people. The ones Zelda had said the machines were meant to protect.
She had almost lost Link to the unrelenting metal monsters. He was now safe in the Shrine of Resurrection, both he and Zelda saved in the very last moment by the Sheikah. She had been saved so that she could do her duty, so that Link would be able to do his. But now, hiding outside her own city, broken and burning, she did not know if she was strong enough.
I have to, Zelda thought, tears in her eyes. For my people. For him.
The stretching was so intense.
Zelda let out a trembling breath as Link pushed a little further into her. He pulled back again, letting Zelda take another breath. Slowly, slowly he was making his way deeper into her butt.
Into her butt!
It had thrilled her just thinking about it. Imagining Link stretching her rear, making use of her in such a scandalous way. Really she should have felt repulsed, but that fact only made it more exciting.
Of course, she had already experienced this position with the moblin, but that had come with none of the pleasure and love she felt now. Despite the inconceivable size of that creature's corkscrewed phallus, Zelda's buttocks had recovered from the abuse. She was as tight as ever, and the stretching from Link's marvellous member was just the right mix of pain and pleasure.
Zelda gasped once more as Link pushed into her again. Again reaching slightly further into her depths. Her hips pressed into her bedding as they grinded together, her clitoris pressing into the fabrics, doubling the sensations. A few more thrusts and she would be over the edge.
Link grunted in her ear as he pulled out again, planting a light kiss on the back of her neck. Zelda shivered at the delicate touch.
"Please," Zelda breathed, barely able to muster more than a whisper. "Just push it all the way." Link let out a heavy breath, and, as the loyal knight he was, obeyed his princess' order.
At once Zelda's exploded nethers exploded, spraying her fluids across the sheets. She shuddered with her orgasm, crying out as her rear spasmed around Link, tightening and relaxing over and over.
Link grunted in her ear, but did not release yet. Instead, he began thrusting. In and out he went, defying the impossible tightness of Zelda's rear as her frenzy continued. By the time her orgasm subsided she could hardly breath, the blankets under her were drenched with her liquids, the smell of sex potent in the air within the tent.
"Link," Zelda said, finally able to speak again. "Please, Link … fill me!"
So he did. With a final moan, Link buried himself within Zelda's generous rear, his seed flowing into her depths. The heat was overwhelming, bringing the princess into another orgasm just on the back of the previous one. She heaved breathlessly as she trembled under her lover, feeling his warm skin against her back as Link lay down on top of her.
Link rocked with a few weak humps as he spilled himself, letting out a hefty amount of his thick semen.
They were both panting heavily by the end of it, lying in a sticky mess of their own sweat and fluids. So they lay for a while, neither one eager to move apart. This had become their routine. A day of travel, ending in passionate lovemaking. Each night Zelda had made progress on her wounds, challenging herself to overcome and accept a new part of that horrible assault by the monsters. She was determined to grow to enjoy every aspect of Link and would not let that bad experience taint their love.
Eventually, Zelda stirred, prompting Link to extract himself from her. Despite having gone flaccid, there was a squelching pop as he exited her butt, and then the amazing heat of his seed as it spilled forth from her orifice. It flows down across her rear cheeks, spilling onto the blankets.
Zelda made a mental note to look out for a place to wash them tomorrow, if the weather was good. They had gotten a bit crusty on more than one occasion, when the lack of drying-weather would have meant sleeping in a damp mess. It was a bit disgusting, she had to admit, but it was not something she could forego intercourse for.
Zelda sat up, feeling the sperm seeping out as she turned around to Link. He was sitting back, leaning on his arms, skin flushed and glistening with perspiration. His member lay slack against his thigh, still big, still leaking.
"Now," Zelda said, leaning toward him, "we need to make sure we are fair. I got to go twice, so now you do too." She reached for Link, taking his penis into her hands, softly caressing him back to full mast. Link whimpered quietly at her touch, excitement building all through his body.
Zelda stroked him slowly, wanting to drag it out; make sure they were both fully satisfied. As Link hardened between her fingers, Zelda began pulling his foreskin back, revealing the red glands beneath. Then she began her stroking in earnest.
"Since you are my favourite champion – and since I still have one more thing I have to get over – I will allow you to do something very special." She moved a little closer, never letting go of her lover's hot erection.
She bent forward, whispering: "I will let you spill your seed all over my golden locks." Link's eyes went wide, and the princess felt him twitch in her hand. "Yes," Zelda whispered.
Speeding up her motion, Zelda took a bundle of her hair in the hand that was not busy, bringing it up to Link's raging erection. She increased her speed further, pulling the foreskin back and forth with every pull, calling forth every bit of pleasure she could.
A single gasp was all the warning given as Link erupted, think, hot sprays of his voluminous semen showering the princess' tresses. Zelda's chest contracted for a moment, then a rush of sensations washed over her. A part of her felt shame and disgust, a primal revulsion. At the same time, her sex twitched excitedly, dripping fluids.
The entirety of the left side of her long main was covered in the pungent seed. She watched it as it seeped into her hair, feelings warring inside her.
Then the fear subsided. Washed away by the heat building within.
"I think I need to go again," Zelda said.
She picked her way over the rocky rubble, climbing the crumbled remains of the wall, entering Hyrule Castle Town. The street was empty and still, a stark contrast to the clamour of sounds reverberating between the stone walls. The air was filled with the stench of blood and smoke, flickers of fire the only light for the princess to orientate herself by.
Zelda moved slowly down the other side of the wall, careful not to trip or get stuck on the uneven footing. The moment her feet touched the ground, she fell into a sprint, rushing across the open street. The houses here had been left mostly intact. The brick walls gave cover as Zelda creeped slowly toward the castle.
The screams and cries for help were a constant all around her, only ended when the people producing them were killed. She tried to ignore them, push them out of her mind. There was nothing she could do for them. Not now. Zelda was no warrior, and even Link, the best one she had ever seen, had not been able to fight more than one at a time.
The only way she could help was to do her part. To seal away Ganon until Link returned. To hold him back. To resist.
The klanking, skittering of the spider-like metal monsters rattled around the corner. Zelda stopped, pressing herself against the wall, disappearing into the shadows.
Her breathing was strained, heart thumping within her chest as she waited. It felt like an eternity before the Guardian finally moved on down the street
The next part would be more risky. Before her was an open square – one of the many markets in the Castle Town – leaving her with nothing for cover. The ground was covered with Malice, the red mass churning and bubbling. It was the evil's corruption in physical form.
Zelda doubted she would be able to outrun the Guardians if they gave chase, and even if she could, they could kill at range. If she was spotted here, it would all be over.
Zelda found herself regretting the white prayer gown.
No time to change now.
Zelda ducked her head under Link's covers. For once, she had woken up before him.
She was quick to her goal, wrapping Link's member into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her tongue played across the head, a salty residue greeting her taste buds. She sucked eagerly, yet tenderly, not wanting to give her lover too rough an awakening.
Slowly she bobbed her head up and down the delicious shaft, nursing the organ to life. It grew stiff in mere moments – even faster than usual – and Zelda wasted no time.
She pushed forward, taking Link deep into her mouth. She bobbed a few more times, slowly inching a little further down. Then, in one lunge, she let him slide all the way down her throat.
Her nose pressed into Link's blond pubic hair as his meaty penis tickled the depths of Zelda's throat. She suppressed her gag-reflex, adamant to go all the way. Again she bobbed her head, this time going nose to pelvis each time. As she worked she began to hear groans from above.
A smile crept onto Zelda's face. At the same time, tears began to threaten to well up, the stretching becoming too much to handle. She let up, retreating to the tip of Link's penis, content to give the head some love.
She lapped at the glans, tasting the sweet pre that oozed forth.
Soon she had recovered, and dove back in. At this point, Link was already close to his peak, and the princess had only time for a few deep bobs, before he felt Link's hands press against the back of her head. Zelda yielded, slipping down to the bottom of the shaft as her lover unleashed his torrent within her throat.
After what felt like an eternity, Link let up, allowing Zelda to slither off his relaxing penis.
She rose up, covers dropping off of her head, and met Link with a triumphant smile.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she said, and kissed him.
Zelda had made it to the castle gate. It had seemed near impossible, but she had made it. But, the climb to the throne room still loomed before her.
The Guardians were fewer in the castle – the attack having started there meant the people were mostly cleared out, mostly slaughtered. Still, it was a long way up, and many of the monstrosities were about. But Zelda knew the castle. Every nook and cranny, every odd room and dark corner. There were secret passages only known to her family, once that would take her almost the entire way if she could reach them.
She could do this.
Carefully she squeezed through the gap in the giant gate, taking her first steps through the precipice toward the end. Access the bridge and into the buildings, then she would be safe.
Above her the twisting form of Calamity Ganon roared, circling the centre of the castle as it called to its minions to destroy. This was what she was up against. Evil in its purest form.
She began her sprint across the bridge.
The water splashed around her as she fell back into the freezing pond. Of course, Zelda could not feel the cold as both she and Link had come prepared with spicy elixirs. Without them, they would have been frozen to the core in less than a minute in these frigid waters at the top of Mount Lanayru.
The princess' prayer gown spread out around her, floating to the surface of the water, as Link bent down toward her. In an awkward shuffle, Zelda pulled up her dress, Link dropping his trousers and underwear. In a desperately lustfull thrashing, the young lovers joined together. Zelda let out a satisfied sigh as she felt her knight reach her innermost depths.
The tension – all the worries and insecurities – seemed to wash away in an instant. Their intimacy always brought that utter relief. What was the end of the world really, when Zelda was in the arms of the one she loved? Why should any of it matter?
She should have felt shame. This was supposed to be a holy place. The Spring of Wisdom was a place of cleansing and purifying, and here she was, Hylias chosen, copulating with her appointed knight.
But all Zelda felt was the intense love between the two. And why should she care anyway? Nothing had worked. She had begged and pleaded and cried and screamed. And still, the goddess had not answered her prayers. So why should she care if the shrine was sacred? If the goddess could not even answer a direct call, why would she care what happened at her altar?
Link grunted above her, a white plume of condensation rising from his mouth. He sped up, grinding against her walls, their warmth intermingling, coalescing. Zelda rose on her arms, reaching up to catch Link's lips in hers. The kiss was deep, tongues searching eachothers mouths.
They split in mutual grunts and puffs, their bodies meeting and parting again and again in a desperate, persistent motion. It was not graceful, or fluid enough to be called a dance, but it felt a little like it to the princess. The way they worked together, each motion building off of the others.
Zelda moved her hands from the ground, instead crossing them around Link's back. She pulled herself close, pressing her breast to his as their motions turned from rhythmic rolling, into erratic humping.
Heat built within her. Spreading from the core, it slowly grew out through her libs. As the tingling sensation reached her toes and fingers, Zelda erupted into climax.
She cried out desperately as her pelvis burned with pleasure. She hugged on tighter, pressing her eyes shut as her heart thumped within her chest. Her arms and legs grew weak, but she refused to let go.
As Zelda's orgasm went on, Link's motions grew irregular until, finally, he too reached his peak. He roared in her ear as he released his hot seed within her. Zelda felt each spurt of warmth, as her hero twitched within her.
Together they splashed into the shallow waters, blissfully unaware of the icy chill against their warm skin.
Finally she stood before the monster that ravaged her people. Finally she would put an end to the destruction.
At least for a time, Zelda thought. It did not matter that she was this close. She could not bring herself to feel triumphant. Whatever happened next, there would be much suffering and anguish for her people, and for all the people of the world. The champions had already fallen, their people left to fend for themselves. Even when sealed away, Ganon's minions would wreak havoc across the land. Few would survive, and those who did would have little left to rebuild.
In a sense, it was already over. Or it would seem that way, at least for a time. But, she needed to hope. She needed to believe that they could make things work. Zelda only needed to hold out until Link awoke.
And then what? What could even he do when the world had already ended. There would be no army to aid him, no champions or Sheikah warriors. He would be alone against a threat so daunting that they had all failed.
Hope! she forced herself to think. She would do her part, and It would work! Somehow. The goddesses smiled upon them. They must do!
But then, why had they even let it go this far?
She pushed down all her doubts, forcing herself to proceed. She stepped forward, entering the throne room. Across from her hung the triforce, magnificent still, despite all the destruction around it. It gleamed with the dim red light cast by Ganon's shroud of Malice, making it look stained with blood.
Zelda sucked in a breath, stealing herself. This was it.
The moment the princess stepped into the room, the whole place began to tremble. The ground shook as moats of Malice rushed forth from the windows, sputtering like geysers. The face of the Calamity formed before her, a skull-like shape, drooping red like a melting candle. Below the horrible grin hung a deep, red beard.
Zelda stood her ground, despite every part of her body erging her to run, to flee. She brought her hand up, not willing to waste a single moment. The triforce shone on her hand, bathing the room in a golden light.
An immense power exploded forth from the princess' palm, slamming into Ganon. But the demon resisted. The two opposing powers clashing, goddess and demon king, good and evil.
But the sealing power was stronger. This was how it was supposed to go. She would seal away evil, but sacrifice herself in the process. Zelda would be stuck for one hundred years.
Suddenly Ganon retreated from her vision, and with it the world. All became darkness, stretching out around her. The sounds ceased, the smells and touch. All she could feel was the thin fabric of her dress against her skin.
A chill ran down her back, skin prickling with gooseflesh.
Then she left something else. A warm, doughy touch to her leg, slowly crawling its way up. Zelda could not move, could not resist as the tendril of Malice crept up her leg, slowly, slowly creeping toward its goal.
She felt another on her arm, and then one on her back. All three were slow and testing, as if not searching for something. She wanted to scream when one of them pressed against her labia, slowly moving into the folds where its treasure lay.
Just as a scream was bubbling up another one pushed into her mouth, cutting off her cry even before it began. Tears already streamed down her cheeks as she began to tremble.
One. Hundred. Years.