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Commissioned anonymously.

Shadow Rendezvous –

Time had passed since the Queen and her Lord-Husband had begun going out for official businesses to the corners of the kingdom; the seasons had changed. Spring had arrived and the ice and snow had but all melted away and greenery was beginning to return to Hyrule.

Impa was silently watching the baby-princess just as she had for the young queen in the past while the Royal Family was away on another official "business" which was all that she knew about it. No details about this supposedly urgent –not the mention frequent – matter had been disclosed to the Sheikah and the Sage of Shadow's curiosity was only growing, not to mention that she was starting to get suspicious of the true nature of these affairs, especially of their sudden departure to Kakariko Village earlier today. While she suspected what these affairs could be, with no proof she might as well keep guessing.

As she softly hummed the precious lullaby to the baby girl – Zelda-Nayrula-Cressida-Hyrule – to help her fall asleep, movement from yonder sky out of the balcony caught her attention.

A bird – a hawk to be precise – was flying towards the balcony of the Royal bedchamber and upon perching at the stone railing Impa could see that it was a specific messenger-hawk, bearing the Gerudo markings. Its breed was also that of common western sort the Gerudo used.

`What business could Her Majesty have with them?´ She wondered, concerned. It wasn't that odd for the Hyrulian Royal Family and the Gerudo to meet on official businesses, but for them to use messenger hawks in private like this did rise a few questions when usually there would be an emissary sent back and forth.

Tucking the sleepy tyke into her crib, Impa approached the bird and unstraps the message from its leg. Food and water is always ready for these occasions and the Sheikah immediately feeds it, but the whole time her mind is fixated on the message as her curiosity lurks at the back of her head.

She wanted to read the message and the thought took her by surprise. It wasn't right of her to snoop about the Queen herself, but Impa's inquiring mind tempted to break the vow of secrecy. She was Queen Zelda's bodyguard and attendant; she needed to know what Her Majesty was up to for her own safety.

As she told herself this over and over like a mantra, Impa carefully broke open the seal with the mastery of a Sheikah of her renown and gingerly rolled open the letter. Mildly fluent in the Gerudo language, she recognized the informal greeting which was already a red flag. Nabooru may be an ally to Hyrule and its Royal Family as well as a fellow Sage, but with the way the Chief was so casual in the letter was odd.

Impa kept reading. The details were vague, but Nabooru was essentially summoning Zelda and Link to the Sprit Temple in the desert – post-haste – which only fuelled the Shadow Sage's anxiety. It couldn't be an official business; the Seven Sages would have been informed if that was the case if it involved any of the temples.

"What business could she have with her?" Impa asked to herself, re-reading the letter's contents. It didn't make any sense.

She was a Sheikah; the Shadows of the Hylians. Zelda would likely discuss this with her husband, Link, so for the Queen's safety she would have to follow her.

Her mind set and knowing fully well that despite her intentions she did break a vow, Impa used ancient Sheikah knowledge to reseal the letter and made it look like it hadn't been opened. She fed the hawk and put the letter on the Queen's desk before hurrying to fetch the couple.

First of all she would have to gauge their reaction to the contents of the letter.

x.x.x

They sounded…pleased.

Impa was right outside their bedchamber, ear to the door. She knew this was wrong, but it was for both her sake and her sworn charge's.

Even for a Sheikah it was difficult to hear everything of what they were saying, but Impa could tell that they were overall in a good mood having read the letter. Having read the contents earlier she knew where they would meet the Gerudo Chief and from what she gathered, they were about to leave as soon as they were able.

The little red flag went off again.

Just what business could Nabooru have with them?

She had to act fast.


An hour prior to the couple's departure, Impa assigned one of the servant girls to inform the Queen and Lord that the Sheikah was busy with official Kakariko businesses, thus unable to babysit the infant princess.

That was the cover story.

In truth, she had headed to her village's graveyard ahead of time with the intent to teleport to Desert Colossus, the meeting-place for her sworn charge and the Gerudo Chief. With one of the servant girls looking after the child, Impa was free to act and through her powers as a Sage she magically transported herself across the land to the hidden valley in the Haunted Wasteland.

Once there, she quickly hid away and blended with the shadows of the temple, waiting and watching.

The Spirit Temple was sacred to the Gerudo. Though it had once been the hideout of Ganondorf and his minions, it appeared to have been restored to its former glory given what Impa had heard. It was holy grounds to the Gerudo and the home of Nabooru, the Sage of Spirit…so what business could Zelda and Link have here of all places?

Before long, a magical glow lit up the night and manifested over the platform as the couple, holding each other close. Impa recognized the ocarina in Link's hands.

The pair approached the temple under the Sheikah's watchful eyes, seemingly unfazed. Why where they at ease? Where were their cadre of soldiers? Why were they here to begin with?

Just what was Nabooru up to? The Gerudo were a race of thieves after all; was it blackmail? Did they have intel on the Royal Family and sought to get rupees or other valuables?

"Sav'saaba!" Nabooru, in person, greeted as she stepped out of the temple. Impa's attentions immediately drifted to the Gerudo as she peeked from her hiding-spot, her eyes widening in shock from what the esteemed Spirit Sage was wearing; pink nightclothes, despite the cold winds that was coming in! They were salacious and revealing, but that was the least of the Sheikah's worries.

Nabooru was pregnant. That belly was unmistakeable.

A hundred thoughts ran through Impa's mind. The Gerudo were exclusively female, first of, so how had Nabooru gotten pregnant? It was no secret that the race of thieves came to Hyrule looking for "boyfriends" (i.e. one-time lovers or capturing males used for petty mating for a little while before they were released) but being the Chief would mean she'd want a worthy man.

The Sheikah had eyes and ears everywhere; there had been no mention of this anywhere, not even a rumour. The Gerudo were tight-lipped, certainly, given that the tribe must be aware at least.

What was going on?

"Please, come inside before the cold really settles in! The days will burn you and the nights' chill will cut you to the bone," the redhead said and gestured towards the entrance as she walked back in, with Link and Zelda quick to follow.

Impa glared at them and waited. She needed keep her distance and make sure she stayed hidden lest this had been all for nothing.

Having waited a little bit, Impa then trailed after them under the protection of the shadows, as soundless as a cat's footsteps.

The Spirit Temple was…impressive. Gaudy, as expected of the Gerudo.

Still hiding, Impa followed them as they turned a corner and jogged up to the wall. She hugged it and peered gingerly around the corner to see the trio walking down the hallway of carved stone and hand-crafted decorations. She stuck to the wall like a shadow, waiting patiently. She did not know the layout of the temple and carelessly stalking them could endanger her task.

She didn't like this. There was nothing good about the situation itself, but the violation of trust would weigh heavily on the Sheikah's shoulder. Even when she told herself, repeating the words like a mantra, that it was for the Queen's safety and her own good it felt like she was lying.

Her pointed ears suddenly twitched. Certain noises she couldn't quite make out caught her attention, echoing throughout the temple's halls.

Impa quietly jogged from one wall to another, following the noise as it grew louder. Judging by the awning ahead she was near an important chamber – a bedchamber perchance – but her train of thought was disrupted by the noises that were unmistakeably…salacious in nature.

What in Hyrule…

Impa carefully peeked from around the corner, hugging the wall closely.

Her crimson eyes widened and her heart leapt to her throat, then immediately sunk in her chest.

It was indeed a bedchamber fit for a chief; however, not only was Nabooru on the bed, naked in all her pregnant glory, but so was Zelda and Link.

Fornicating.

The Gerudo Sage was on her hands and knees, taken from behind by the Lord-Husband who went at it like a dog! Impa could see everything; the redhead's breasts, swollen with milk, swaying in rhythm with Link's thrusts of his hips and the impressive manhood between his legs. He was hunched over with his face twisted in raw, unbridled pleasure much like Nabooru who howled in delight.

And Zelda…

Her sworn charge, the Queen of Hyrule, was meting out ecstasy between them, ranging from kissing her husband and patting his rear to goad him to a faster pace. When she wasn't showering the lad with affection she was touching the redhead, playing with her breasts and dusky nipples as well as rear for added, immediate effect.

"That's it, my love; take her. Breed her," she uttered and Impa couldn't believe what she was hearing. The salacious words were alarming enough and her tone was unbefitting that of a Queen. She sounded like a streetwalker trying to seduce a potential customer. "Make love to her properly, Link…Make her feel good…"

Nabooru laughed, but her voice quickly became a string of moans with a voice Impa couldn't believe the Sage of Spirit was making.

"Sa'oten…Oh sa'oten! Sa'oten!" The redhead moaned out loud and though Impa needed to brush up on the Gerudo language she could only assume it was yet another exclamation driven from the pleasure.

Then she lay down next to the Gerudo Chief, cupping the redhead's cheek to angle her head to her lips, kissing the other woman.

Impa couldn't believe what she was seeing. The Queen was kissing someone other than her husband and a woman at that!

She couldn't believe what was happening and yet the undeniable truth was right there. She shouldn't be here – shouldn't be watching this go down.

And yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. It had to be due to the shock. That was the only explanation.

Impa knew she had to get away before it was too late. Return to the castle, clear her mind, and…then what? Approach the couple? Pretend this didn't happen?

No. She was angry with them, especially Zelda. They were having such affairs and had broken their sacred vows. As the Queen's attendant and bodyguard she had to confront them about this…

And yet…

Impa kept watching, her chest warm and the apex between her loins even hotter. Her heart was racing with the rush of adrenaline, and her pussy was undeniably slick.

Her gaze was glued to Nabooru's body, ripe with child, and the way she was enjoying herself with unrestrained lust. Her gaze drifted over to Link and the way he moved, hammering his hips and pumping his manhood into the Gerudo's likely gushing sex. He was lost in the ecstasy, driving himself mad with the overwhelming sensations. He truly had grown from the young child Impa had encountered all those years ago…

For a moment she imagined herself in Nabooru's position; being taken by the Hero of Time, to let loose and free herself from all formalities and regulations and simply act on base urges and wants.

All while Zelda watched. Spurred them on. Encouraged their union. Touching herself to her husband bedding the Sheikah as the older woman took it and endured the overwhelming pleasure Nabooru was revelling in.

She shuddered as her fingers pressed against her swollen little bundle of nerves through the clothing. Her sex quivered with need and she dipped her fingers just past her outer labia—

"Nmgh…!"

Her eyes snapped wide open.

`What am I doing?!´

Her pussy sucked in the tip of her fingers with a needy clench through the suit and she shuddered again. The noises from the bedchamber had quieted down and she realized that she wasn't hugging the wall.

Had they—?

Impa immediately straightened and soundlessly dashed away, her face burning hot and sex aching sweetly.

She hurried out into the chill night air and magically teleported away quicker than a thrown Deku Nut.


Impa traipsed briskly down to the Queen and Lord's bedchamber the next day, her mind and gaze steeled and fists tightly clenched. What was the Queen and her husband thinking having a secret affair, and with the Gerudo Chief of all people?! Were they not aware of the possible political scandal if people found out?! The sheer audacity of them to engage in such carnal display with no regards of the consequences! The Gerudo was a race of thieves and rogues; if as much as one of them found out about this the information would spread among the people and over into Hylian settlement whenever the Gerudo would visit. Though rumours, there would be those who would easily believe them and they would be right!

This had to come to an end. To make matters worse, from what Impa had witnessed the Gerudo Chief and Sage of Spirit was pregnant! With Link's child! A bastard child! If people found out that the Lord-Husband of the Queen of Hyrule had a child with another woman the people would be in uproar!

Reaching her destination the Sheikah didn't even bother to knock. As Zelda's advisor it was her duty to guide the Queen to the right path and this time it meant to ensure that these affairs which had clearly gone on for a while had to stop.

"Your Majesty!" She declared as she stormed into the room, the blondes sitting by the foot of their bed as she did. "We need to talk! I know of—!"

"Did you like what you saw, my dear Impa?"

The question took the older woman by surprise. Her words caught in her throat. "I…E-Excuse me?"

The Hylian Queen softly giggled and stood up, her equally soft gaze trained on the Sheikah unyielding. "I asked if you enjoyed the show we happened to give you last night, Impa."

Crimson eyes widened. Her mouth dried up quicker than water in the desert. Had she been caught? Impossible! There was no way that could've happen.

"…How." It was more of a demand than a question.

"My dear Impa, you taught me the ways of the Sheikah, remember? I know how to sense the shadow of a person," Zelda explained with an ever-present, gentle smile. "You dropped your guard and I caught your presence. I was surprised at first when I suddenly felt you there in the shadows, but I figured we'd keep the show going for you; you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself."

Impa wanted to kick herself, her brow furrowing. One moment of weakness and her charge managed to spot her. As a veteran Sheikah it was infuriating and a smidge upsetting to have been caught…but then Zelda had always been an excellent student. She had trained her for seven years and the then-princess had soaked it all in like a sponge.

She never thought that would have come back to bite her like a Wolfos.

"…I see." What else was she supposed to say? Then she remembered why she was here in the first place and was about to speak up—

"It was pretty exciting to have you watch us last night."

And just like that the Sheikah was again at a loss for words. Heat was starting to tint her cheeks she began to feel…humiliated for a number of reasons.

Link got up from the bed and Zelda exchanged stares with him before continuing. "Please don't be upset. I don't mean to humiliate you; quite the opposite, actually. If anything we're glad to have such a captive audience. You may not have noticed, but Link got especially riled up when I told him."

He…had? Impa met the lad's eyes as if to seek confirmation and the blond smiled back at her.

She had had that effect on him…?

"You see, Impa…I would like to offer you a night with my dear husband – with us."

Impa turned to the Queen in disbelief, her train of thought halting to a stop. "Excuse me? Your Majesty, are you out of your mind?!"

That had to be the case here. Why else would Zelda encourage adultery? Why would she willingly offer her husband to other women such as herself and Nabooru, and who know who else they had done this with?!

"I am quite serious, Impa. What Link and I have done with Nabooru has been nothing but mutual and secret. We love each other and we are both adults capable of making our own decisions as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. You have always been there for me, dear Impa, and I know you have only the best intentions for us…" She smiled at her. "But rest assured that we know what we're doing and I would love it if I could share this – share my love – with you who have faithfully stayed by my side all these years. You deserve happiness, Impa. I would be honoured if I could be the one to give it to you. Link as well."

"I…Your Majesty, you can't be…"

"Besides, a spicy sex-life is best enjoyed with a guest," the blonde added with a giggle.

Impa knew she had to decline. She had to refuse and talk some sense into the couple, but with her mind currently in awhirl like this she couldn't well formulate coherent sentences. It would be wise to leave for now and return later with her mind in a better state before she could convince them to not indulge in such debauched adultery. She needed to remind them of the possible political scandals if people found out and guide the pair down the right path…

But she couldn't. By the Golden Goddesses and Hylia herself, Impa's body refused to cooperate. Her mind was racing and heart suddenly hammering inside her breast.

And then the presences of both Hylians made themselves known as they touched her; the contact scorching hot, but oddly pleasant as her tanned skin broke out in bumps.

Zelda's caress was careful and tender; she stroked the older woman's pointy ear from tip to lobe, down her cheek, and another patting her hip opposite the Queen. Never in her life had the Sage of Shadow felt so powerless, but not afraid.

Her gaze stayed on Zelda's, but Link soon garnered her attention as he gingerly touched her – as if seeking permission – by settling a hand on her other hip and caressing her lower back.

…It would be a lie if she said that the young lad had not grown quite handsome over the years. And after what she had witnessed last night…

No. She couldn't.

Zelda rested a hand over Impa's breastplate. Though the contact was separated by the protection, the meaning behind it was clear. When both Zelda and Link settled a hand over the Sheikah's rump she shuddered, the memory of their tryst with Nabooru last night coming back vividly. For a moment, Impa imagined herself in the Gerudo Chief's place, taken by Link and teased by Zelda…

Oh how better that would've felt instead of just using her fingers and watching.

A hand, coarse from years of training and numerous battles, cupped her cheek and Impa realized she had closed her eyes as they snapped open. Link's azure pools met hers as he stared with affection and a heat that she recognized as Lust…as he brought her down to claim her lips.

Her heart jumped in her throat. The contact was scorching hot, but it didn't burn. The effect rippled through out her body as Link kissed her in a way that she had seen him only kiss his wife and that knowledge alone left the stout Sheikah warrior trembling and a bolt of heat rushed to between her loins. Zelda gave her butt a gentle squeeze and Impa barely managed to contain a moan as Link kept kissing her. His tongue pushed against the seam of her lips and she granted access without thinking, allowing the Hylian to explore her mouth in a heated smooch.

Her heart wouldn't settle down. Her sex twitched.

Their hands nimble yet gingerly sought out any straps in her armour and clothing, gradually beginning to peel her clothes off of her. The answer was already clear before even Impa knew it.

She wanted this. Despite herself – despite what she originally came here to do – she wanted this. Why else had she dropped her guard last night? She wanted a piece of the heat and pleasure; to be part of Zelda's and Link's sex-life and in doing so live out her own, which her life had been devoid of for longer than she cared to admit.

There were no fighting base desires and fantasies.

She aided them in undressing her; the breastplate and weapon was discarded first, allowing the Royal couple to peel her skin-tight suit off of her, gradually revealing her tan, leanly-muscled body for their eyes and hands.

And tongues; the contact surprised Impa when not only Link, but Zelda as well was feeling up her abs and modest breasts, but also licking her body with obscene panting noises. Their tongues swirled over sensitive nipples and alongside the curve of her breasts, and over her defined abs.

She shuddered. To think that the young boy she had guided to Death Mountain and the princess she had nursed and guarded for many years back then were worshiping her body like this…

She was wet.

And the couple was about to find out as they peeled off the suit down along with her underwear and footwear and left it pooled around her feet. She stepped away and kicked it off, now naked without as much as a choker on her, as both the Queen and Lord eyed her while they undressed each other without as much as looking at one another.

It was…peculiar how familiar they were with each other's clothing. Impa knew she shouldn't be looking, but her gaze still settled on Link's toned physique and Zelda's slim, feminine curves. They were both fit and healthy, but she already knew that from last night. Now, however, she was about to see them up-close.

When Zelda's brassier fell and panties bunched up and dropped to the floor, Impa's crimson eyes widened. She hadn't gotten a close look last time, but with Zelda stepping closer, she could see how shapely her breasts were; capped with rosy-pink nipples, the twin mounds were busty enough to barely fit in the palm of her hands. The small triangle of flaxen curls above her sex was well kempt and tantalizing and Impa caught herself before she truly lost it to Desire.

And then she caught glimpse of Link in his bare glory. Years of training and combat had honed his body to a lean, athletic-built warrior and his manhood was impressive and erect.

And to think the Gerudo Chief had taken the whole thing so easily last night.

The Sheikah rubbed her thighs together before being led to bed by the Queen and Lord-Husband.

There was no need for words at this point; she was here, naked in the Royal family's bedchamber, with Link in front of her and Zelda by her side.

She spread her legs. Her gaze met Link's for a second before hers strayed to the apex between her loins and Link, nodding, moved over to the edge of the bed.

His breath tickled her a little. It had been a long time before she had had this kind of attention, but her worries seeped away as soon as the Hylian kissed her mons and began to collect her excessive wetness from her labia with his flexible tongue. He pressed his face against her sex, eating her out with relish in just moments, and Impa threw her head back against the bed, clutching at the sheet.

The Sheikah let out a sharp exhale and softly moaned. It wasn't in her nature to be loud despite how good it felt; Sheikah were like shadows, soundless. It wasn't in them to let themselves be heard regardless of the circumstances.

But by Hylia, Din, Farore, and Nayru, it felt good! Link was known to enjoy a good meal, but Impa had never thought that same appreciation would apply for the bedroom too. A glance to her left had her witness the Queen shamelessly touch herself to the show Impa and Link was giving her and a part of the older woman wanted to tell her to not look…while another found it arousing to have the Hylian Queen enjoy herself to the sight of her husband and attendant engage in debauchery.

A sweet frisson broke out over her skin. A shiver went up her spine as Link lapped at her needy sex and penetrated her channel with his talented muscle for effect. She shuddered, her digits flex and relax in staccato when the Hylian flicked his tongue and drew small circles around her clit, drawing out pleasure in small waves.

It felt good – better than good even! Heat kept pooling between her splayed legs and the increasingly frequent spark of ecstasy was making the Sheikah writhe against the blond. The pleasure tightened up—

"That's enough, my dear," Zelda suddenly intervened and Link reluctantly pulled back.

Bewildered and with her mind racing, Impa shot the blonde a look as the Hylian crawled up to her. Her bosom pushed against the older woman's arm as she leaned in to whisper into the Sheikah's ear,

"What do you want now, my dear Impa?"

There was a tease to her tone – a playful mockery. Perhaps she wanted a bit of revenge for the breach of trust, of Impa's stalking of them last night.

She hesitated. The answer was obvious at this point, but Pride and Stubbornness went hand-in-hand.

Despite herself, she couldn't fight against the fire between her thighs. They had already crossed a threshold.

Impa rolled over and presented herself on her hands and knees to the Hylians in a position that was usually seen as demeaning. She peered over her shoulder and, swallowing her pride, uttered in a tone equal that of longing as it was of submission; "I…I want you…I want you to take me."

She shuddered. Her pussy quivered.

"I want you to take me, Link."

Impa didn't see the look on Zelda's face as she eyed her attendant and back at Link, but the young man was not slow in running his hands over her lithe body. His course fingers danced upon her skin as he mapped out dips and folds, pushing his own body against hers to kiss Impa's neck and shoulders. Her heart fluttered beneath her breast as Link palmed her twin mounds, kneading her tits with appreciation, before his hands drifted to her sides. His soft lips trailed over the Sheikah's back and along her spine, the touch hot and teasing, with his hands settling on her hips and buttocks before he lined himself up and went straight inside with sweet ease.

Impa let out a low string of groans when Link penetrated her sex. He was big, this she knew, but it was entirely different to have seen it and feeling it inside of her. Even with how wet she was the insertion was snug and strained against her inner walls, but the sensation had pleasure break out with smaller, short-lived frissons in repetition.

It truly had been too long since she last had had this kind of attention. And Link was a bit bigger to boot.

When Link began to move, the pleasure spiked. His hands were still on her hip and buttock, groping and kneading firmly as he thrusted. The Sheikah was confident in her body and wasn't all that surprised when Link seemed fixated with her backside.

Impa wasn't vocal about how good she felt. She matched the blond's pace and thrust back her hips a little, but that was the extent of it. The heat licked at her skin as she began to see stars, the sweet friction assaulting her senses. Her pussy clenched mightily over Link's dick with each little jolt of euphoric bliss, the feeling jumping through nerves, reaching to the centre of her brain in a rush of dopamine. She was getting what she wanted; unbridled, hot, sex. She was in Nabooru's position – she was on the receiving end of Link and Zelda's lewd attentions and ministrations.

And it felt wonderful.

Impa trembled from the pleasure that wound tighter in the pit of her stomach. Link was taking her rougher and faster, driving his lengthy shaft out as far as he could and then sheathed it back inside to the base, just as lost in the ecstatic haze as she was giving his continuous grunting and sharp moans.

The Sheikah endured it, muscles taut as bowstrings, and breasts swinging back and forth with the Hylian's thrusts. They went at for a while from what she could tell from the sky outside, fucking like dogs in heat. She had submitted to this and was basking in the ecstasy which she had denied herself for longer than she cared to admit to even herself.

Her limbs began to slacken. It wasn't because of her lack of training, she knew, but the sheer onslaught of sensations was too much for her like this.

It truly had been too long.

"Stop," Impa managed to utter and Link was kind enough to comply, despite the violent way his cock throbbed and pulsated. She crawled forward and away from the Hylian's endowment and flipped over to her back as she spread her legs invitingly. "There…"

Link nodded and crawled over, sheathing his dick back inside to Impa's pleasure. His face was flushed and the lust in his eyes was brimming.

There was a bit of pride in knowing that she had this effect on him… Impa shuddered and let out a stifled moan when Link began pumping his hips in swift thrusts. He was eager, certainly horny, like a beast. His grunting and groaning as she sunk back into wet heat in frequent staccato was evident that he enjoyed himself and was desperate for more as he pounded with increased strength and pace.

The bed creaked beneath their weight and rocked with Link's thrusts. Zelda was still watching them, leant back against a small pile of pillows and playing with herself in earnest; cupping a breasts and twisting its nipple, rubbing her clit and fingering her gushing pussy, the Queen enjoyed herself to the fullest as she observed her husband give it to yet another woman.

"How does it feel, Impa? To have the Hero of Time take you like a beast in heat? I know I like it~"

Impa voice came out croaked, low, and often stifled and strangled. Her body was burning hot and the pressure threatened to unravel with each deep penetration, with lesser blooms of pleasure occurring with sweet sparks. Link knew how to move his body, hitting the right spots and reaching deep each time he thrust forward, much to the Sheikah's enjoyment.

Then he struck from an angle that had her frame go rigid. Her toes curled and legs bent at the knees. A flicker of white-hot pleasure raked over her for a mere second.

Link hit it again and she tensed up. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she clutched the sheets from the repeated fucking the Hylian gave her. He was close, she could tell. And so was she.

Impa propped herself on her elbows and tilted her head enough to see the junction of their sexes; heat exuded from there and she was now even more amazed that she was able to take all of Link.

Her gaze was fixated on their joined genitals and the furnace of wet heat and sweet friction the spot was. Her heart hammered in her chest as quickly as Link was now pounding her and the knot of pressure was about to burst.

A small electrical jolt jumped from below and up to her brain, and the Sheikah woman let out a croaked groan.

Ecstasy blossomed over her body, rippling outwards. Her eyes rolled back from the white-hot intensity as euphoria and dopamine rushed through her in loops while Impa trembled. Link buried his turgid, pulsing cock fully inside her feminine channel as he reached his climax, shooting his thick semen in continuous spurts whilst the older woman's vaginal walls clenched and massaged his throbbing, frothing dick.

Link's orgasm was long, but Impa's lasted longer as she rode out her high in waves; just as she thought it was over it came back in a torrent of heat, reducing the stoic Sheikah to a gooey pile of mush.

After what felt like a lifetime the Sheikah flopped onto her back, breathing heavily. She could still feel Link pulsate inside of her, trickling hot cum until he pulled out – a sensation that prompted a quiet, disapproving groan from Impa – and simply rested its head against her pussy, still leaking at the tip a little.

Her muscles were sore and limbs tired. She twitched. She was sensitive.

A hand smoothed back her silver-white bangs and crimson eyes opened to see Zelda lying next to her, smiling affectionately.

The Queen pressed a kiss to Impa's lips, brief and chaste, and the older woman tiredly reciprocated. "Good job."


Sometime after Impa's tryst with the Royal Family, she noticed that no more messenger hawks came to Hyrule Castle except for one, almost two months later; the Gerudo Chief, Nabooru, had given birth to a baby-girl: Shamira-Aaliyah-Riju. Zelda and Link had paid a brief visit to behold the next chief in line of the Gerudo tribe with a small gift – an excellently crafted wooden horse – before returning home the same afternoon. News of the ranch-owner's daughter having given birth reached her ears as well, with the son named after Lord Link in homage to his heroic deeds, though strangely enough there was no mention of who the father was. For the most part everything returned to normal what with the couple not disappearing off to Gerudo Valley every now and then and things around Hyrule quieted down.

Except the string of curious events that had plagued Impa over the recent months to the point that she had taken leave until further notice.

In her bedchamber located in Hyrule Castle, the Sheikah found herself regurgitating into a bin for the third time today alone.

`This is happening a little too often…´ she thought to herself as she got the last of it out of her system. Forcing herself up, Impa proceeded to quickly rinse and clean her mouth with water before picking her teeth clean. `Frequent nausea and headaches…I thought I was feeling a bit under the weather, but for this long?´

She spat and shook her head before she took another swig of water to gurgle.

`No, that can't be it. Is it something more severe? I am getting older after all.´ She spat out the water and checked her teeth again. `Come to think of it, my monthly bleeding hasn't occurred.´

She sighed and wiped her brow. "If I didn't know any better I'd swear I was—"

Her words trailed off. The perplexing curiosity that had been gnawing at the back of her mind gradually morphed into silent shock as the answer dawned on her.

"It…It can't be…" she uttered as her hand subconsciously settled over her belly, her mind racing a mile a minute as she puzzled the pieces together.


"So Lady Impa is still on leave then?" The old nursemaid asked as she cradled the little baby princess.

"It would appear so. I was not told why, but that woman has loyally been in my service since I was but a child. I couldn't possibly demand a reason as to why she would need respite," Zelda replied with a smile and bowed her head to the older woman. "Forgive us, but I will need to ask you to keep filling in for her."

The older woman softly chuckled. "No, no, it's my honour, Your Majesty! You and Lord Link take the time to relax, I have this under control."

Zelda bowed her head again. "Thank you kindly."

The nursemaid passed Link in the doorway, exchanging greetings, as the young man stepped up to the queen. "She's still taking leave."

"Yes," she said. "It's been months already, Link. I know better than to question Impa; Goddesses knows she could use some time to relax. But the suddenness of the request keeps lingering in my mind. Why now?"

Link produced a sealed letter from his pocket and offered it to her. It bore the cryptic wax seal of the Sheikah that Zelda immediately recognized.

She took the proffered item. "Impa's sent word?" When he nodded she gently broke the seal and pulled out the letter. Her eyes scanned the finely written paragraphs of the short message before nodding to herself. The letter was put back inside the envelope as she turned to Link and smiled.

"Impa has invited us over tonight."

x.x.x

Under the guise of common brown, cloaked robes, the Royal Family travelled to Kakariko village. The sun had set and the stars were starting to peek through the dark veil when they arrived.

The village was rather quiet at this hour with the few people out and about seemingly returning home. A few patrons walked in and out of the tavern that had been built not too long ago and those who walked out seemed to be heading to the target-shooting gallery.

Link and Zelda made their way to Impa's house and knocked on the door without missing a beat. No-one didn't even glance in their direction as they waited and kept their faces hidden. Link then opened the door as per instructions in the letter; one set of specific knocks and then they could enter provided they lock said door behind them.

Impa's house was dimly lit by candles. The lanterns had been placed to trail up to the loft where they spotted the Shadow Sage glancing down at them with a smile and a wave, wearing a robe.

The royal couple turned to each other and smirked before they hung up their cloaks and headed upstairs.

Zelda chuckled. "I take it that it's a night of pleasure you want, dear Impa."

Impa nodded and stood up, showing off her robe; black with dark-blue trims, ending just below her knees, with an obi-sash in crimson holding it all together. It was slowly coming off by her shoulders and showed an appreciative amount of cleavage before she untied the sash. The article fell down graciously, pooling around the Sheikah's feet as she flashed her body before the Queen and her Lord-Husband…

"Ooh." Zelda gasped softly, her – and Link's – gaze shifting towards the older woman's belly. "You're ripe with child. I understand now."

"I needed time to mull over my situation and to rest," she admitted. "My apologies for not disclosing this matter right away…Zelda."

The Queen smiled and shook her head. The distance between them was closed with few quick steps and a gentle embrace. "You have nothing to apologize for, my dear Impa. If anything, I'm happy for you."

"Zelda…Ah!"

"Please let your worries disappear. We came here on your request and we have a long night ahead of us," she huskily uttered into the Sheikah's ear and giggled. "May I ask you to help me out of my dress?"

Impa stepped back with a certain gleam in her crimson eyes and smirked. "My pleasure."

Before the night reached its peak, the three of them basked in carnal desires once more as Impa, the Sage of Shadow, silently revelled in the insane pleasure of bedding the Hero of Time.

Fin