WARNING: Two married teenagers alone in a room. Mad sex will ensue. Thar be warned.
Chapter Eighteen
It was odd how even a married couple had separate chambers.
And that servants needed to always accompany him whenever he wanted to sleep with his wife.
Five men had followed him to Zelda's room, uncomfortable with their company considering he wore black hosen and an open robe, revealing the nakedness of his lean torso. It was even awkward as one of the male attendants knocked on the princess's door, and eagerly awaited for her to answer.
They hadn't departed until after he entered the room and locked the door. And even then, he still suspected they lingered for a moment.
However, Link's focus had vanished from the awkward young men, as his absolute concentration rested upon the beautiful young girl who had allowed him inside.
His lips hard parted, a gentle gasp escaping his throat, his back against the woods of the massive door now, his fingertips pressing on the glossy finish. There was a soft, gentle smile to her clean lips, as the princess in her white gossamer gown stood daintily on the tips of her toes, embracing his cheeks with her palms, ascending her lips to his.
At first, Link's body froze at her heated gesture, his body numbing at her touch. How did she always seem to have this effect on him? It was this exasperated lush that melted through his soul, and this occurred just by the contact of her mouth.
Delicately, he eased into her lock, wrapping his arms around her waist tenderly, carefully pushing her against him now, delving his mouth deeper into her own.
Enticed by the moan trapped within her mouth, his hands lowered to her plump derriere, and with a firm squeeze he lifted the lady from the ground, in which she detached her mouth from his briskly, a tiny yelp emerging from her throat.
With nonstop giggles between the both of them, Zelda sloppily wrapped her legs around his waist, and with a stumble -which seemed to amuse them- he carried the girl feverishly to her bed, laying her carefully at the center of the large mattress as if she were a delicate doll. However, for a moment there, she had refused to untangle her legs around him, playfully holding on.
She appeared as a small, petite goddesses lying atop her sheets, a tender pink flush to her cheeks, her palms placed gently on the dramatic curve of her stomach. Hastily Link removed his robe, crawling into bed with her now, his body hovering over the small girl.
There was a pleasant sleekness to his figure, while his breath was heavily hitting her face, warming her. With a long, deep inhale, she took in the strong fragrance of his body, enjoying the fierce aroma. His knees had bent between her thighs, his mouth plummeting to her neck, kissing her skin feverishly.
Pleasurably, Zelda smiled, her eyes closing and a delicate moan fleeing her throat as she relaxed into his embrace, feeling herself sink into the bed while his mouth messily grazed along her neck. His excitement was apparent, as he traveled down her body now, kissing towards her collar bone.
Embracing his head, she began to get a little squirmish on the bed.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. "...Link?"
He had not ceased kissing her, but merely replied through his occupied mouth. "Hmmm?"
Taking a moment to relish in his heated touch, she spoke again, this time her hands resting on his shoulders. "Link, can I speak to you...briefly?"
Carefully, the boy raised himself, his face very close to hers. "Is something wrong? Did I, did I hurt you?"
Swiftly, she shook her head, now sitting up with a hunch to her back, causing Link to cautiously sit beside her. As her palms gently caressed her belly, Link grazed his hand over her back, a slight pout to his lip. He inwardly fretted at her silence.
"Is there something wrong with the baby?"
She looked up towards him with a faint smile. "Of course not."
"Then why do you look so sad?"
Zelda flinched at his words, suddenly shifting her focus down to the bedsheets, a sigh fleeing her mouth. Gingerly planting a kiss to her shoulder, the princess tilted her head slightly, tracing a circle on her stomach.
"Would you be upset...if I told you that whenever we are together...I think about what happened...to me?"
Building up the courage, she looked up to his face, her eyes ample and wet, the blue of her irises glistening with pent up tears. He noticed a tremble to her lip, as her words seemed to unsettle him a bit.
"I...I don't know what to say," he frowned.
Tenderly, she turned away from him, sighing once more. "I know it is over now...and that since I confessed to Impa and my father, Nabooru is in the process of punishing the women responsible, as the Hylian army is being investigated. But..."
Trailing off, Zelda took hold of the blankets, pulling them up to her chest protectively, a delicate shudder to her frame. Link was unsure of how to respond to such a tender topic, as all he could do was massage the back of her neck affectionately, an act -he had learned- that she very much enjoyed.
The princess seemed to ease at his touch, her body becoming less stiff, exhaling lightly now.
"It doesn't feel the same, however," she argued with herself. "I rather much fancy it now. Yet, I still cannot rid those memories from haunting my mind...and sometimes I fear that those fantasies will happen again."
Turning to her side, Zelda gazed up towards her young husband longingly, a deep sadness impressed in her visage. "Have I upset you?"
Link smiled gently, cupping her cheek and stroking her face. "Of course not."
Yet, she frowned. "You do know I love you."
"I would never doubt it."
Taking hold of his wrist, she gently removed his palm from her face, bring his hand to her lips now, beginning to kiss his knuckles.
"Concerning sex...I always feel that I am at the mercy of another."
She continued to kiss his hand, until at last she held it to her neck, nuzzling her cheek against it. Though, a sudden jolt of bizarre inspiration had taken over Link, as he extended his free palm towards her, holding her chin so that he may lift her gaze to meet his. Slowly, and tremblingly, her eyes opened amply.
Sighing lightly, he chose to allow the loveliness of her face to soak into him for a moment, studying the beauty of her visage. A lump seemed to form in his throat, a gentle acceleration to his heart beat.
"Tonight, I will be at your mercy."
A soft gasp had fled her mouth, her eyes widening at his offer, as all she could do for that moment was gawk immensely towards him, a nervous yet tremendously excited churn in her stomach. She watched he be began to lay himself down on the bed, his eyes never wandering from hers, his head gently against the pillow, his body seeming limp and vulnerable.
Her heart was beating furiously now, as a fierce and almost unbearable enthusiasm had consumed her, in which she hurried climbed atop of the young man, locking her knees at his hips securely, running her palms down his hosen covered thighs.
Without almost any hesitation, the girl plummeted her mouth to his, embracing his cheeks as she did so, his arms wrapping around her back, allowing her to kiss him fervently. Her lips were sloppy against his, wet and quivering. Feverishly, she glided her mouth along his, swerving and parting her lips to give him access inside.
And almost too quickly, she then pulled away from him, her back straight as she sat atop the young man, studying the sight of him breathless, a sudden constant twitching beginning to occur at the center of her body.
Hastily, the princess grasped the ends of her night gown, pulling it over and off her body, until at last she was completely bare, allowing him to look directly at the beauty of her nudity, the radiance of her milky, pale flesh.
She noticed a redness claim his visage, a dark tint of crimson to his cheeks, and a broadness of his eyes. Observing the apparent rise and fall of his chest, long strands of her blonde hair fell in front of her face, in which her locks lightly brushed his chest.
Carefully, Link had lifted his hands to rest his palms on her round stomach, caressing her abdomen adoringly. Lowering herself until she was lightly on top of him once more, Zelda descended her mouth to his breast, releasing her tongue to taste his skin, gliding the slick wetness along his flesh.
Goddesses, he moaned lightly at her action, sinking his fingers in her scalp, embracing the silky thickness of her hair. She smelled so wonderful, so fierce, and as she pulled away from him once more, he knew that she was taunting him. And he could not get enough.
There was a ferocity in her gaze, a fervency he had never seen. He was tortured by the rise and fall of her chest, the gentle shake of the swells of her bosoms. The bump on her belly seemed to make her even more beautiful, irresistible, and he could feel himself throbbing through his hosen as she squeezed her knees more tightly against him.
He wanted to touch her, taste every part of her body, but yet he remained completely still, leaving the night's activities utterly up to her.
Breathing heavily, Zelda grinned at this freedom, enjoying the feel of her on top of him, the one in command of his body, his pleasure, her own satisfaction.
Cleverly, she snuck her fingers at the hem of his hosen, an intense excitement consuming her, and she noticed the very obvious twitch of his shoulder as she did so. Languidly, she lowered his covering, forcing the piece of clothing off of his body now, completely ridding him of any attire, and he simply lied there naked for her, in heat, in waiting. In desperateness.
She extended her back, pressing her elongated arms in front of him, her hands in fists as she pushed them against the bed. Hovering over him, her body moved carefully in rhythm from her breathing, in which he raised his neck to meet her face, the tips of their noses brushing against one another.
It was with one precise, intense thrust of her hips that allowed him to enter inside of her, in which an impassioned moan ventured from her mouth messily.
Her knees locked higher up on his torso now, her legs spread wider, as his face immediately clenched from the fervent entrance. Link was exhaling heavily, a stiffness to his frame, his eyes closing shut, his teeth biting down on his lip mercilessly.
Steadily, she had begun to rock against him, moving her hips freely in an undefined rhythm, feeling his palms embrace her back recklessly, imperceptibly moving his pelvis along hers. Much of her hair fell on his face, the golden blonde blinding him, as her long locks landed messily on the mattress.
She was moving rather aggressively, with a slow fierceness that forced him to groan beneath her. He allowed his hands to travel down the short, curvy length of her back, landing prominently on the full, round lump of her derriere. There, he aided her movements by pushing her forward, arching his back dramatically and lifting himself off the bed to meet her prolonged thrusts.
A stifled cry lied entrapped within her mouth, her body begin to glisten with sweat, her thighs aching from the movement of her hips. Violently, her heart pounded against her chest, her thoughts chaotic in her mind, her breathing rapid and fierce.
Swiftly, she gently pressed her torso on top of his, her belly lightly grazing his own. And with a passionate embrace of his face, she kissed his mouth savagely, continuing to move her hips forward, the arch of her back deep and curled.
Her first climax came fortuitously, beginning from her center, then absolutely consuming her entire entity. She has seemed to pause for a moment, her pelvic muscles contracting sharply, a quaver to her body. Her mouth had opened, her bottom lip trembling, yet no sound -not even a gasp- could flee from her throat. All the while, his breath burned the skin of her neck, the touch of his lips melting her.
His hands had grappled at her thighs, his fingers spread to openly embrace her flesh, to feel her slick, moist skin. She felt amazing against him, her small body like a package pouring with red hot, slanderous ecstasy.
It was to her surprise and satisfaction when Link suddenly raised himself off of the bed, his back hunched in a beautiful outward curve. At last, the princess had managed a sound, a sharp gasp fleeing her mouth, while his lean arms wrapped around her vigilantly, mightily.
Farther apart she opened her thighs, deepening the penetration, pushing herself further. Flinging back her lengthy hair, Zelda leaned back in his embrace, elongating her neck, giving him permission to devour her.
Instantly, she grasped his ankles, arching her back, the support of his arms keeping her from falling. Her hips continued to move, thrust against, a little more swiftly now, succumbing to the mad sensation.
Her body was an open canvas, a surface needed of exploration. Her breasts flattened along her chest before his face, and without hesitation he pressed his mouth against the rosy peak of her left bosom, feeling her nipple pucker underneath his tongue.
Intensely, she moaned in his caress, her body shuddering from the slickness of his tongue, the warm wetness of his mouth, the suppleness of his lips. Tenderly, he kissed her, sucking graciously at her nipple, causing her cheeks to flush a dazed pink.
He kissed down and away from her chest, burying his face gingerly on his stomach, planting smooth kisses on the bump, nuzzling his cheek against her abdomen.
Zelda felt her center begin to throb once more, a fierce passion taking over her, a maddening jolt captivating her body. It was an eruption of supernatural intoxication, one that consumed her complete being for several long, exaggerated seconds. Her whole body quavered, her muscles contracted, the clench of her jaw released.
And as she thrusted powerfully against him, Link could not help but allow himself to surrender to the passion as well.
Thus, the girl pried herself off of him.
And she lied with him on the large bed, their breathing in rhythm to one another.
For several lingering moments, man and wife remained silent, with only the sounds of their heavy, thick breaths filling the chamber. Slowly, though, Link stretched his arm over toward his young bride, resting his palm on her chest, and quickly she embraced it, kissing his knuckles. At her touch, he painfully shifted his neck to gander at her, noticing the eerily calm and happily serene expression on her face as she held his hand to her lips blissfully.
"Princess...you are a very merciless girl."