"It can't be."

It definitely couldn't. Zelda tried to convince herself as she stared at her room's ceiling, sprawled out on her bed. The howling of the wind and the icicles that periodically came knocking against her window had kept her awake, and now she found herself thinking about him. Again. Him and his deliciously deep voice. Him and his skillful fingers. Him and his dangerous golden eyes… Against her will, her hands slowly rose and came to rest on her chest. She brushed her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown, biting her lower lip. She shouldn't… Yet, she arched her back as her hand slid slowly over her stomach. She teased the inside of her thigh, still unsure, before slipping a hand beneath her undergarments and lightly brushing her sensitive nub. The light, simple contact made her yelp and shake, and she realized she needed to be touched, held close, and… more. And even though every man in this castle would surely be overjoyed to soothe her lust, only one name came to her mind. He would have to do.

Ganondorf would have to do.

She sat on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath before standing. She took her cape and draped it over her, hiding her nightgown from unwanted eyes. She exited her room as silently as she could, even though Ganondorf didn't have her room guarded. She didn't want anyone to know, didn't want anyone to find out what she was about to do. She started walking, jumping at the slightest of sound, looking all around her. It seemed as if every shadow housed some hidden observer, watching her every moves as she hurried toward the Dark Lord's quarters.

She left the main hallway and entered a small stone corridor, where she knew Ganondorf's chambers were. The walls were bare and cold, and the only ornament was the iron door encased in the far wall, behind which slept the Dark King, Ganondorf.

She stopped as she neared the door, looking over her shoulder to make sure nobody would see her. Her hand balled into a fist as she approached the door with slow, steady steps. She could still go back. She could still wait. But her body did not wait for her mind to take a decision, and she knocked, holding her breath. A thought crossed her mind. Maybe he wasn't there. Maybe he was out on one of those nightly raids he made to slay the shadowy creatures that had been attacking Hyrule as of late. But as the door creaked open, she knew he wasn't. There he was, shirtless, his hair falling over his shoulders in molten, tussled waves. He looked down at her with a half smile, leaning against the threshold.

"… Princess," he said.

"Good evening," she said, her voice firm although she could barely prevent her knees from shaking.

"Come in," he said, stepping aside to allow her inside.

It was not an invitation, but an order, and for once she gladly obeyed. She entered the room, and was greeted by a rush of warmth. She sighed in relief, for the castle's hallways were cold, and her cloak had not blocked out all of the freezing wind entering by the large windows. The sound of the door closing had her snap back to reality, and she turned around to face her husband.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of such a late-night visit, princess?" Ganondorf asked, cocking his head to the side.

As she opened her mouth, her face reddened. How was she supposed to tell him? Tell him she couldn't hold back anymore? Tell him that she wanted him?

"I… I came for…" she started, her eyes not leaving his as chills ran up her spine. "I want…"

She was interrupted by him stepping forward. The laces holding her cape closed snapped beneath his deft fingers, and the garment slipped to the ground.

"I know why you're here," he whispered.

He knew. Of course he knew. She took a quick glance at her wedding ring before looking back up at him. The hate she had felt was dulled by the desire that now overtook her. Her gaze did not wander around the room, for she couldn't care less what his room looked like right now.

Motionless, she waited for him to make the first move. When he stepped forward, her pulse quickened, and for a second, she feared her heart might leap out of her chest. But suddenly his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her roughly to him as his other hand tangled in her hair. Lowering his head, he kissed her, and as she kissed back she found herself pressing harder into the kiss, arching her back to mold her body into his. Her eyes fluttered half-open, and she saw the bed, just a few steps away behind the Dark King. She felt her knees shaking dangerously, and she didn't know how long she could prevent them from flinching.

"Over there," the princess moaned against his mouth, pressing lightly on his chest to make him step back.

Ganondorf's eyes opened, and in his gaze she saw a mixture of amusement, eagerness and lust mirroring her own. He stepped backwards, slowly bringing them closer and closer to the bed, and finally falling on his back onto the silken sheets. Zelda climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She leaned forward, and their lips met once more, getting more and more heated as Zelda's hand explored the Dark Lord's body.

"Ganondorf…" she whispered against his lips.

"Mmh?" He breathed as he ran his fingers in her hair.

"Do not think you have won," she murmured, the venom in her voice somewhat eased by the lust that clouded her eyes. "This is nothing more than lust."

"I would not dare to do such a thing, princess," the Dark King answered with a sardonic smirk.

As he said these words, his left hand slipped under her nightgown, sliding up her stomach to her breasts. She gasped when he brushed her nipple, moaning as he pinched it harder. His free hand went sliding down to her thigh, almost unnoticed as she threw her head back, eyes widening at the new sensations that assaulted her. She felt him smooth the inside of her thigh, getting dangerously close to her intimate areas. She let out a surprised yelp when Ganondorf pushed her undergarments aside and brushed her nub. As she let out a breathy moan, he ran his finger over her slit, smirking as he obtained a barely smothered whimper in answer. His hand left her breast to slide the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, baring her chest.

Zelda's eyes fluttered open as her breasts were exposed, and her hand ran down his chest to his groin, brushing it lightly trough the thin fabric of his pants. He growled, the restrictive garment becoming even tighter around him as he bucked into her touch without stopping his ministrations. It took all of his self-control not to pin her down on the bed and ravish her, but he mastered himself. If he wanted her to come back to him, he would have to go slow. However, she soon crawled off him, lying back against the pillows. She slid her nightgown off her body and threw it aside, her gaze meeting Ganondorf's, breaths shallow and eyes darkening with lust. She watched him as he undressed, throwing his pants to the side and coming to loom over her, hands pressed to either side of her head, spreading her thighs until she could surround his waist with her legs. Her arm snaked around his neck, capturing his lips once more as he positioned himself against her entrance. Her mind was blank with desire, only wanting to hold him, feel him, have him. He grabbed her hips and, with one powerful thrust, buried himself deeply inside of her, making her scream in pain. She knew it would be painful, and she had been prepared, but she couldn't hold the tears that leaked from her eyes. She willed her inner muscles to relax, and soon the pain was dulled by a foreign, delightful sensation. She shifted, and a gasp escaped her lips as pleasure flooded her body like a tidal wave. Slowly, Ganondorf began to move, grunting as she moaned and whimpered. She grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin, drawing small droplets of blood that mixed with his sweat. His pace fastened as her moans grew louder, slowly turning into screams as he slammed into her again and again. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his fangs scraping against the delicate skin of her throat and grunting as his orgasm grew closer and closer. With a final gasp, Zelda was sent spiraling into ecstasy, soon followed by the Dark King, who gave a few hard jolts against her, spilling his seed within her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she watched him as he rolled to the side, lying down on the bed next to her. Their eyes met, and a comfortable silence settled between them, only broken by their heavy breaths.

Slowly, the Dark King sat up, his gaze appraising every inch of the princess' naked body as she slipped under the covers. As she laid on her stomach, leaving the creamy flesh of her back exposed to his eyes, he lowered his head, kissing the nape of her neck.

"Tell me why."

She did not stir as he hovered over her. In the twilight of the room, the lovers could barely see each other as she turned her head toward him, her long golden hair fanning over her back as she pushed them away from her face.

"'Why?'" She repeated quizzically, shivering as his warm hand smoothed over her back.

"Why me?" he asked, lying down next to her. "You could have had any man you wanted in this castle. Why me?"

Had she been able to see his face, she could have seen the devious grin which had crept up on his lips, but all she could see were his eyes, two pools of gleaming gold in the flickering light of the dying fire. An uncomfortable silence settled between them at his question, and she finally turned away from him, leaving only her back for him to see as she stayed silent, closing her eyes and waiting for sleep to claim her.

The question hung heavily in the air until Zelda spoke, so quietly that even Ganondorf could barely hear her in the perfect silence of the room.

"Because I wanted to know how it felt to do what you want instead of what you must."