One of my earliest memories is sitting in the garden, listening to Impa singing. I'm wearing a flowy dress. It's white and has omnious symbols stitched on it. I remember singing along.
My father, the king, took great pride in making me as happy and „proudly me" as possible. So that everyone would know I was the princess if I said that I was. Besides learning to own my needs and being my authentic self, he also made sure I got a great education. And when I told him I wanted to travel the kingdom and help study the ancient relicts, he hesitated.
„You can't do that.", he said.
„Why? I know almost everything there ist o know about anything out there."
He looked at me. And since I knew my father very well, I knew exactly why he paused. As a young boy – ah yeah I forgot to mention I am a boy who likes stereotypical feminine stuff - I never learned how to fight. I just shrugged it off as something that I didn't need to know.
„I could take Urbosa with me.", I suggest, trying to sound collected rather than annoyed.
"My father shook his head.
„No. I have a better idea."
Several days later, he brought in a soldier everybody knew about. Well, to be fair, I didn't recognize him straight away since I've only heard stories but then I saw the sword. Of course, he'd be bringing in the chosen one to protect his dainty child on adventures.
Despite the fact that I was off age already and sure that I would have done better without him, I greeted him happily to show how grateful I was and hide the fact that I just needed him as a ticket out of the castle. He took a bow and didn't say anything.
„My dear child, this is your new companion, Link. Link, meet Zelda."
Our eyes met. His eyes were strikingly blue and popped off against his sun darkened skin. His hair was a deep blonde with strainds of hair carassing his rather serious face. His athletic build hidden behind his Hyrule uniform, I could still make out a few scars. And the sword on his back, the legendary sword.
We've been traveling around Hyrule ever since. He taught me to cook, I taught him about the artifacts we've encountered along the way. He's protected me from thiefs and animals everyday since we've left the castle. It's been months and still, sometimes I think I don't know him at all.
When I wake up at night, he's always up, looking out for danger, taking everything in. He looks serious almost all the time. But when he thinks I can't see him, he lets down his guard.
When he took a bath in a nearby lake I couldn't help but try to take a look at him. His body tells the stories of his adventures. From what I've heard, he's always been humble and kind, he never brags and always helps people in need.
But I wonder: is there someone to help him when he's in need? It must be hard to always be the perfect soldier and never letting oneself go.
And as if he could hear my thoughts, he lumps over as if he's crying. Just for several moments, he almost wheeps before he puts his head under water and emerges seconds later as if nothing had happened. He struts out of the water and I realize I'm still looking at him. I know he can't see me hiding behind the rock where we set up our camp but even if he could see me, I'm not sure I could look away.
My heart beats faster as I watch him getting dressed. I'm an intruder in this scenario. I tug my long hair behind my ears as I think to myself: I made my way into one of his tender moments and he doesn't even know. It's just that I want to know him.
When did that happen?, I ask myself.
He looks up and I jump further behind the rock, my heart pounding in my chest. I hope he didn't see me and carry on making dinner.
When he sits down beside me, I act like nothing happened.
„I'm making the salmon recipe you taught me last month. Your favorite.", I say with a smile and look at him. He looks exhausted but I can see the corner of his mouth twitch as if he wanted to crack a smile. It's a really hot summer day but his hair is still wet. A few drops of water find their way down his cheek to his mouth.
I don't even realize that I reached out to swipe my thumb across his mouth slowly to get rid oft he drops. He grips my arm tightly and I get transported back to reality. Our eyes meet. I can make out a fiery glistening in his face. He looks like he's holding something back. Without knowing what is about to happen, I hear myself say:
p class="MsoNormal"„Do it." And without missing a beat I add: „That is an order."
He leaps at me and our mouths meet. His lips are hot, still a little wet and brittle from the sun but perfect. I have been kissed before by a few guys back in school but they always tried to be as „respectful" as possible so it was just cute peckers all around. But this is what I imagine passionate kissing to be.p class="MsoNormal"He's gasping for air between kisses as he burries his hand in my long hair, pulling my head back. I can't help but moan. He stops for a moment to look at me.
"Go on!", I harshly say and he follows my command.
His left hand in my hair, his lips on mine, he unbuckles my belt swiftly with his right hand. I don't care that he does it that smoothly – I care about what he might find so I stop him. I put my hands out to push him away. He falls back, looking at me confused and then down on the ground as if he wanted to apologize.
„Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I… It's not that I don't want to. I'm just… scared what you might say. You might not find what you expect."
He looks up again, still confused. He raises an eyebrow before he slowly comes crawling back to me. I put his hands in my hair again and tell him to kiss me.
Now, I allow myself to let go and melt in his arms. I'm not holding back anything. Between kisses and steamy huffs, I let myself moan as much as I want to and I can see that he likes it. He pushes up my blouse and stops for a second. I breathe heavily as he pulls down my pants. Again, he stops.
"Told you.", I say and look at him. He looks up at me again – he has the eyes of a wild animal. He won't stop no matter what. It doesn't concern him that the princess has a dick. And I would know because he bends down and begins to lick it.
I hastly put my hands on my mouth to surpress my screaming. His warm and wet tongue on my shaft makes me want to explode. But I want more, so much more. His hands caress my legs as he continues to suck my most delicate parts. My legs shiver and tremble as I throw my head back in excitement. This must be heaven.
"Take me", I say without thinking.
He sits up again before putting the fingers on his right hand in the aloe vera oil i use for cooking. Holding me down with his left hand and spreading my legs apart with his own, he pushes his fingers inside of me. Slowly but firmly.
"Oh Goddes of Hyrule", I let out through tightly pressed lips. His hair still wet - with water dripping on my body I try to make out his eyes. He's licking his lips before I see his devilish smile. He pushes his fingers inside of me again while I bend backwards, trying to take him in even more. He seems to enjoy the sight of me moaning with lust while my dick starts dripping occasionally onto his legs.
I wonder when he pulled his pants down as he pulls his fingers back, making me see his erection. And then he pushes forward, inside me. I scream. It's a sensation I've never known before. I feel like my body's burning up underneath his touch. He grabs me by the waist and starts to fuck me like an animal. I love every second of it.
He puts his hand on my dick and begins to stroke it. I moan into his touch and I know, I can't take it any longer. As I feel like all the air in my lungs is being pulled out of me, I come onto him and just a few seconds later, he comes into me with a growly, hard moan.
He breathes heavily as he falls onto the grass next to me. I turn my head to look at him. He put his hand on his head to shield his closed eyes from the sun. And he smiles heavenly for a second before he seems to realize what he did. He turns to look at me, the fire in his eyes is gone – worry has taken over.
"I'm not telling anyone about this, especially my father, don't worry.", I assure him. „And also", I continue, "I enjoyed this. It's all good."
He nods, gets up and fetches me a wet cloth before sitting down before me again. He starts to clean me.
"No, you don't have to", I say but he cuts me off, putting his finger on my mouth to shut me up. He know he doesn't have to but he wants to, so I let him continue. As he's cleaning my body from the sweat, dirt and cum, I get to really look at him. Take in all he his and all he was. I know there will always be a „before" and „after" now.
"You know", I say, „if it helps you in any way I'm happy to do this again anytime you want."
He chuckles and looks up to me.
"Thank you."