WARNING: This chapter contains a lemon.

Chapter Seven

Sneaking into the castle brought back fine memories.

It had been a custom for him since he was ten years old. The lad would sneak past the utterly oblivious guards in the courtyard, to reach his destination of climbing up the castle walls to the princess's balcony. It took several instances of trial and error before he had actually gotten it right. And once he had mastered the art, the young boy would constantly visit the princess in secret- to speak to her, talk about dreams, fantasize. However, after they had reached a certain age, his trips became less frequent, as he suddenly became very interested in training Epona at the Lon Lon Ranch.

It was late into the night, and many of the guards had dosed off in their designated areas. Some wearily paid attention, and the agile young man was able to successfully get passed them with a certain amount of grace. The thrill of trespassing had always given him a pleasurable rush, as a heaping grin remained plastered on his lips the whole time.

Climbing up the walls like a skulluta had always been the more difficult aspect of visiting the princess. It had been easier when he was younger- he had been swifter, more flexible, and weighed less. He could feel the burden of his own weight now as he climbed, gripping on every brick securely, risking a deadly fall.

Yet, at the tender age of seventeen, he was quite athletic and fleet.

With not as much grace as he had hoped for, the young man breathed a sigh of relief the moment he clutched the bars of the balcony. He pulled himself onto the platform with a stifled grunt, stumbling a bit as he at last stood on the flat surface, nearly loosing his balance.

And as he approached the barricade of the windows, his heart began to beat rapidly, causing a maddening pain to overtake his chest. Butterflies danced within his stomach, his palms against the glass, as he stared through it, at the massive bed within, the curtains revealing the silhouette of a sleeping princess.

Many ideas were racing through his mind, and he didn't know which to consider. Should he have left? It was the middle of the night, Zelda was asleep, and his lovely girlfriend- now fiance- was at the ranch, completely oblivious to the fact that he had snuck to see the princess. He knew it was wrong, didn't exactly know why he was here. He just needed to see her.

And that was what led him to knocking his palms against her long windows.

He did it softly, yet loudly enough for the princess to hear. The moment he witnessed the slender shadow stir, Link bit down harshly on his bottom lip, clenching his fists in anticipation, debating silently whether he should immediately leave before she discovered him.

His body was tense, the muscles of his legs contracted, a flinch to his bicep. Was he even breathing anymore? Perhaps not. At least, he hadn't taken a single breath upon seeing Zelda approach the window hastily, a look of bewilderment etched into her visage.

Her eyes were ample with confusion, her lips in a pout. She opened the glass rather abruptly, yet with a discreet carefulness, immediately folding her arms over chest with hunched shoulders from the sudden gust of air.

"Link!" she spoke sternly, in a loud whisper. Her head tilted, as she awaited a response. "What are you doing here? You'll be dead if the guards catch you!"

She lifted a finger to scold him, but he grabbed her hand, holding it with both his palms. Her eyes focused on his gesture, slowly raising her gaze to his face, her expression softening. Her lips had parted, as if she wanted to speak, but said nothing.

"Zelda, I came-"

Instantaneously she hushed him, her index finger placed upon his mouth. Carefully, she led him inside her room.

"The guards might see us here. Come in."

Her grip on his wrist was gentle, yet she squeezed him with a slight force that hinted at her garnered strength from training with the Gerudo. When she had allowed him to enter, she quietly closed the window, hesitating for a moment before she turned around to look at him, leaning against the glass.

The room was vaguely lit with candles, and most of the light that concealed the area from utter darkness came from the glisten in her eyes. She had not glared at him sheepishly, but in a rather bold manner- her back straight, eyes wide, lips in almost a frown. Her stare seeped through him, her menacing gaze burning through his soul.

"Why are you here."

It didn't sound like a question, but more of a command. Sturdily, she walked towards the taller Hylian, looking up at him fiercely, yet with a gentleness about her that caused his knees to wobble.

Exhaling deeply, Link bit at the nail of his thumb, his jaw clenched uncomfortably.

"I came...to confess."

The princess rolled her eyes now, pushing herself past him, her gossamer gown dragging along the beautifully polished floor. Striding over to a candle on her vanity, she caressed the flame with the tip of her finger, a tiny pink light of her own meshing with the ember.

"This not the Temple of Time, Link," the princess reminded him, her voice dull and emotionless, her palm clutching her elbow as her opposing hand continued to tamper with the fire. "If you're feeling guilt, consult the goddesses, not me."

And now he came behind her, towering over the small girl. She could feel his presence, had sensed it even before he approached her. Yet, she continued to avoid him, her finger moving rhythmically towards the candle.

Yet, she gasped delicately when Link grasped her shoulders, leaning his face towards her ear, as she could feel his breath scorch her neck.

"I came not to confess to the gods my sins," he whispered in a fashion that weakened her body, "But I came to confess my sin of you, your majesty."

His palms slid down from her shoulders, smoothing her bare arms, until he found her wrists, holding them delicately. Zelda dared not pull away, nor did she wish to. She merely closed her eyes gently, resting her back against him, as if in submission.

"Tell me your sin," she spoke, breathless.

"You are in my mind, your image plaguing me, torturing my constant thoughts." He moved his hands away from her arms now, finding his way to caress the inward curls of her waist. Lightly, she sighed at his touch.

"Tell me more."

He couldn't breathe as he spoke, every word emerging from his mouth surviving on a single breath. The swift beating of his heart distracted him, his thoughts chaotic, unorganized, his body tense.

"I want to stop thinking about you, because I know it's wrong. But I cannot." At last, he inhaled.

"You are my sin, Zelda."

She turned around at his words, her back against her vanity, her hands pressed against the glossy wood with a delicateness. Directly she gazed at him, her black lashes fluttering lightly, her head tilted upwards to gaze at his visage. In the dimly lit room, his eyes seemed to glimmer, his face soft, his expression tender. His body appeared tense before her, as she could note the muscle of his thigh quivering, could sense the rapid race of his heartbeat.

With a strand of long, blonde hair falling in front of her face, she dared not move it away from her eyes. She repeated her exact same demand from a moment ago, her eyes narrowing seductively.

"Tell me your sin."

Breathing deeply through his nostrils, Link ran his fingers through his blonde bangs, his lower lip trembling.

"I love you."

It was the first time that night he had seen her smile, and it seemed that the sun had rose, as the sweet unfurl of her mouth brightened the entire bedroom. It was not the cocky smirk of a Gerudo-imprinted princess, or the one of a rebellious young girl. She smiled an honest, girlish, truly blissful smile.

She had not responded in words, but yet in an embrace. Without a trace of reluctance, Zelda flung herself into Link's arms, a quiet giggle escaping her throat, her face nuzzled against his chest. The boy was quite taken aback at first, hesitating to wrap his arms around her right away, unbelieving at what was actually occurring.

He held her back now, smiling against her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. He couldn't control the rapidness of his heartbeat, the torturous butterflies rioting in the pit of his gut. His mind was racing still, failing to ease him. Every inch of his body became excited, unable to relax.

Zelda had kissed him, quite easily, with the simple movement of her face. The young girl embraced his cheeks, sinking her mouth into his own, as she kissed his smiling lips feverishly, hungrily, repeatedly.

Her name was sin; her touch was sin. Her body, her voice, her kiss- all deep, penetrating sins. She was such a beautiful sin. One he could not resist, one he was convinced that he loved. He needed her, he felt it was vital. His body burned with a mad desire for her, to the point where his flesh ached, his skin numb.

And she had pulled away from his mouth, almost too suddenly, leaving him in shock, his lips remaining puckered despite the loss of contact. Quickly, he opened his eyes, the muscles of his jaw relaxing, and observed the princess look up at him longingly, her eyes half-closed. She took his hand, her eyes penetrating into his as she kissed the joints of his fingers.

"Take me."

He could not refuse, immediately kicking off his boots. Holding his hand, she led him to her bed, the drape concealing their bodies. She sat at the mattress's center, gripping the collar of his shirt to pull her closer to him, until he towered over her.

Link had never felt more exasperated in all his years, as he was both immensely excited and utterly nervous. They had remained silent, the only sound being that of their breath, which seemed to create it own, steady rhythm. Yet, through the stillness, their eyes never fled from each other, their stares in tact, blinking seeming less of a priority.

Leaning her back against the headboard, Zelda reached her hand towards his face, stretching her fingers, embracing his cheek so lightly that her touch pricked his skin. And carefully, she slid her opposing arm, so that her palm creeped up his thigh, smoothing over his tunic until she reached his belt.

First, she pulled the hat atop his head, her fingers ruffling his hair playfully, a tiny smile curving her mouth. She focused on unclasping the barrier to his body, removing the belt slowly, and placing it to the side. Now the tunic was loose around his torso, Link on his knees before her, while the princess gracefully gripped at the ends of the green fabric, slowly lifting it over his head.

He had on too many clothes, she noted, discovering the white shirt he wore underneath. With a frown, she helped him remove his gauntlets, then pulled the tight shirt off of body, at last revealing bare, naked flesh.

She cleared her throat softly now, her fingertips trailing down his chest, her eyes fixated on his slender frame. Her lips parted gently, her back straightening. Delicately, Zelda smoothed her palms down his arms, feeling every round curve there, his warm flesh, surprisingly soft skin.

He shuddered at her touch, his breath heaving as his chest notably expanded and released. Caressing her long, thick hair, a twitch came to his arm the moment he felt her press her lips against his skin.

Link didn't know how to react, how to respond. He had never felt anything so pleasing before, had never felt the touch of a woman's mouth on his flesh. Zelda's lips had pressed at the bottom of his neck, her mouth moist and warm, her breath burning him.

A soreness enveloped his throat, and a tender moan remained stifled there within. He could only feel her hair, immerse himself in it, while she kept herself busy with his body, exploring every inch of naked flesh revealed to her.

His neck boiled at the touch of her lips, as she kissed him there repeatedly, sucking at the tender flesh. And gingerly, her mouth began to travel downwards now, along his body, her lips parted widely, leaving a wet trail down his skin.

Every muscle on his body contracted at the act, as she pinned him down discreetly, her body lightly on top of his, and her hands holding down his arms delicately.

Her tongue grazed his flesh. Every area of his chest. It was maddening, tender. Her lips felt like velvet against him, dexterously smooth, supple. His body quavered underneath the light, small girl.

Unexpectedly, Zelda had gently lifted herself off of him, until she sat on her knees once more, and he was compelled to lift himself with her. Her gaze was intense, ample. He seemed to lose himself in her eyes, not completely realizing the movement of his hands, as his fingers had snuck behind her, grasping her gown.

She took in a steady breath, an obvious rise in her chest, lifting her arms loosely over her head, now giving him permission to remove the fabric from her body.

Mentally, he devoured every piece of flesh unveiled as it was revealed.

She was left completely naked before him, noting the immediate blush that tinted her cheeks. Link tried to look away, a slight embarrassment taking over him, but his hands grasped at the bed sheets as his gaze remained locked on her, a dizziness seeming to plague him as his eyes continuously traveled up and down, taking in every part of her.

Her skin- it was so beautifully white, sinfully pale. She seemed so pure before him, in all her bareness, beauty. In the dim light, the milkiness of her skin glistened, every curve on her body apparent, her hair glowing more vividly now, her eyes twinkling, lips quivering.

She was so dangerously beautiful, in almost a deadly, porcelain manner. She appeared to him as an expensive, delicate doll- a rare, pale beauty. He didn't know what to do with the beauty before him. Even as he laid her down carefully, the back of her head resting against an ample pillow, he could only gaze at her, too afraid to progress, not sure where to touch her, how to please her. He had never done this before, having no idea where to begin.

She was so small compared to him, yet her shortness did not take away from the fullness of her figure. The swells of her breasts were ample, her peaks puckered desperately. The curve and thickness of her thighs were even more breathtaking naked, as the protrusion of her plump derriere was concealed from her position on the bed, but still very much apparent.

Her back arched delicately, her hands lightly resting on her chest. She continued to watch him observe her body, study her like a magnificent piece of artwork, noting how much in awe he was of her.

At last, the young man progressed, fulfilling her anticipation. Gingerly, he lifted her knee, brushing his lips against the cap of the joint, losing himself at the feel of her soft flesh. More steadily, he furthered himself, his mouth traveling up her thigh slowly, almost tantalizingly, leaving a burning wet trail, venturing past her thigh, smoothing over her hip bone, exploring the flat platform of her stomach, until he reached the mounts of her breasts.

She inhaled sharply, forcing the breath in, but unable to release it. His mouth had remained open, as he hovered over her chest, his breath lingered over her delicate swells. Sucking in her lips, Zelda bit down on both of them from the inside of her mouth, waiting for him to continue, desperately anticipating his progression.

His eyes closing softly, he allowed his mouth to graze over her breast, parting his lips to embrace her rosy peak, his tongue smoothing over the delicate area.

Moaning intensely, Zelda tried to remain as silent as she could, her back arching sharply, her legs trembling beneath him. She was shaking uncontrollably as he further kissed her breasts, his action becoming more fervent. He began to suck graciously at her bosom, feverishly.

Elongating her arms over her head, she had grabbed onto her pillow for support, her body long and willing, refusing to touch him while he fondled her breasts. The center of her body was beginning to throb violently now, the nerves in her wrist twitching in anxiousness.

Zelda allowed her hands to sprucely venture towards his back, feeling the steep contraction of his muscles, the slickness of his flesh. And she continued to travel down now, until she gripped at the hem of his tights, feeling his readiness from underneath them.

Nimbly she slid them off his legs, as he had detached himself from the beauty of her chest, assisting her in the removal of his tights. A growing timidness developed in the pit of her belly, now her eyes returning to a source she had grown comfortable staring at- his own eyes.

The nervousness of each young Hylian seemed to clash, and they were able to ease one another, yet both their hearts continued to beat vehemently. With a glittering, tearful longing in her eyes, Zelda extended her arm to cup his cheek, her fingers smoothing down his face.

Now, eagerly, she bent her knees, shortening the length of her body drastically. Then, gently, she took hold of his hands and guided them until he placed his palms securely atop her kneecaps, pressing down firmly.

And, fastidiously, with her eyes never leaving his, she allowed him to separate her thighs.

Desperately, ferociously his heart was beating, now that there lied an inviting gap between them, while Link positioned himself between her legs, noting the fear and impatience lurking in the princess's pupils.

He was so nervous, aroused. The passion built up inside him was burning to be released, and he knew he could no longer contain himself. Carefully, he slid his arms beneath her dramatically arched back, closing the empty space between her and the mattress. And, as she further separated her legs for him, he made one careful precise thrust.

There was a numbness that had taken over him for a moment, but immediately his senses burst, and he was consumed by the intensely pleasurable contact. He had bit down on his lip so hard, that he could taste his blood, and Zelda had gasped sharply, elongating her neck, the instant she had felt him enter her.

Tactfully, he pressed his body against hers, shuddering as her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her arms had wrapped around his neck instantaneously, her breath audible by his ear, a tremble to her whisper. Her knees had locked securely at his hips, bent and tense. Yet, carefully, she pulled her bent knees farther apart, opening herself up to him as much as she could, attempting to maintain her breathing.

She thrusted her hips in a precise manner.

Link's heart pounded at the act, as Zelda had been the one to begin the rhythmic dance that would devour their bodies. Again, she thrusted against him, and he responded with a concentrated push of his own. This pattern continued between them, slow, steady, and prolonged.

With every thrust, their hips met one another, their pelvic bones sliding against each other. Zelda's moans were sharp, quiet, yet intense, as she wrapped her legs around him solidly, her shins smoothing against each other as she hooked herself onto him.

Their bodies had become immersed in their own sensual dance, as the tempo of their rhythm began to steadily increase, their thrusts deeper now, swifter. She kissed him as he consumed her, her lips gliding across his mouth, kissing him deeply, parting her lips to allow him access himself, where his tongue ventured and danced with her own.

He had taking a gentle hold of her ample derriere, as he lifted her slightly from the mattress carefully, her legs remaining wrapped around his hips, moving with her in this position now.

Unable to cease touching him, kiss his trembling lips- Zelda could not contain herself. She had buried her hands in his hair, ruffling his messy blonde strands, her mouth wide against his, breath heavy, tongue exploring. The consistency of her moans increased, now more frequent, sharper, tantalizing. She urged for him to be quicker now, moving more swiftly inside of her, as he flinched from the sharp contractions occurring at the center of her body.

Her peak was building up within her, and she knew he was holding himself back for her. With a soft, girlish groan, her fingers slid down hid back, lightly scratching his flesh, while her mouth caressed the skin of his shoulders, her cheeks reddening from the tumultuous ecstasy.

He was taken a back when she demandingly pushed him off of her, as if to protest or end the act between them. Yet, before another thought could pass his mind, Zelda turned her body around, to where her belly grazed the sheets, burrying her face in her pillow. Bending her knees, she lifting her derriere before him, and it took a startled Link a second to realize that she was granting him an alternative way to enter her.

On his knees, he took a firm hold of her hips, his heart beating fiercely as he pulled her derriere to himself, his swollen gland sliding into her once more. She has become extremely wet, painfully warm to him. Her tightness sqeezed him, sending his whole body into maddening ecstacy.

He was moving within her in this position now, thrusting his hips sloppily against her, a wildness succombing him as the animalistic nature of the act advanced his adrenaline. Zelda whimpered in a pleasant pain as she bit down on her pillow to keep from letting an exasperated moan escape her mouth. The pleasure she received from this angle was more than she could bear, her breasts bouncing slightly at the impact of his performance.

She lifted her body slightly, Link then taking the chance to rest his chin against her neck, bringing her closer to him.

Then, to stifle her cry, she kissed his mouth upon her climax.

Her whole body trembled madly, as he held him more tightly, compactly, while tears burned her eyes like a sweet acid. It was almost painful how close he held her, and unable to contain himself any longer, he released into her.

And immediately afterwards, they both collapsed.