Alright, I had fun with this one, and I think many of you will find yourselves in one of our new characters❤️


"What do you want, Omega?"

"Touch me! Anywhere!"

The heat encompassing her body continues to bubble until it's too much and she whimpers. She can't focus on anything safe for his dexterous fingers working their magic on her.

"Such a good girl." His voice is smooth and intoxicating, she doesn't know if he knows what it's doing to her but she can't describe it in words.

"Please…" She silently pleads, clinging to her knight.

Despite her begging for more, she begins to feel it escape her; the build-up unwinding itself without her consent and the world begins to darken until it completely vanishes.

"Princess!" Her eyes snap open to see Lady Impa standing over her, worry etched into her face. Zelda blinks repeatedly to clear her blurry vision and tries to sit up, only to groan from the aches and weight of her limbs.

"Stay down, Princess. You'll need it." Her eyes darted to her table where Purah is standing, flicking through an insignificant book from her shelves.

"What…What's going on?" She groans, feeling groggy. Why is she sweating? Why does it feel like she's gone for a swim? Why does it feel like she's sitting in the hotsprings with her warmest layers?

"Well, what do you last remember?" Purah asks, her eyes staying on whatever page she had suddenly gotten interested in.

Through the fog in her mind and her vivid dreaming, Zelda didn't think once before blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "Fingers."

She only stopped to think about what she'd said when Impa gagged loudly and Purah laughed as hard as she could, doubling over to the floor and dropping her book.

"It seems Linky can do more than wield a sword with those hands then!" She tried to breathe between her laughs.

"Purah, please stop talking." Impa's hand flew to her forehead in frustration, rubbing her forehead with force. "Apart from that, what do you remember?" She turned back to Zelda, who's eyebrows were creased, deep in thought.

"The catacombs?"

"Ok good, that's where we found you."

Zelda was still confused. Why were they down there? She remembered the flower field and Link telling her to go to the horses. Why had she mounted his steed instead of Storm?

Having finally recovered from her fit of intense giggles, Purah stood back up and pulled out a chair, still breathing heavily. "About that: so Princess, do you know what happened?" No, she really didn't. Seeing Zelda's silence, the researcher gave a knowing nod. "You presented this morning. Full heat." She said simply.

She presented? Zelda's eyes went wide, a smile gracing her lips as she let the words sink in. She presented! She wasn't a biological failure! Seeing Purah's face remain neutral, she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"There's a but."

Purah nodded. "You sent three alphas into a full Heat-induced rut at the same time. Link included."

"Wait. This doesn't add up." Zelda stopped Purah from continuing. "What ever happened to a pre-heat?"

Impa shared a glance of uncertainty with her sister before starting with hesitation. "That's the thing, we don't think you had a proper pre-heat… If you did, it had to have been in the middle of last night, because both Link and I hadn't the faintest idea or suspicion. And considering that you spent most of yesterday side-by-side with Link in your room, he'd have almost certainly gone into a rut sooner."

"R-really?"

"Yes. Your room had very little ventilation yesterday. I closed all the windows and your balcony door to stop your room from getting cold. He'd have picked up on pre-heat pheromones in less than an hour if you had started presenting yesterday. Princess, he was with you the entire day and he was fine this morning." Impa stressed to her.

Ignoring the sweltering heat under her nightgown, Zelda nodded in understanding. "So… He's in full rut then?" Maybe she shouldn't have sounded so enthusiastic about it because Impa's face turned serious almost immediately.

"Princess, don't even think about it."

"What? I'm just asking!" She muttered, pouting. She really was just asking for the sake of asking, but she doubted Impa would understand.

"Regardless, I'm not calling him." Impa's words were hard and sounded rather… hostile towards her knight.

Zelda's brows creased lightly. Did the two of them have an argument? She wasn't aware that her two closest friends were on bad terms… She looked closer to her Sheikah advisor and frowned.

Why was there a bandage on her neck? Where had she even gotten it and how long had she been sporting it?

When in the phase of rut, an alpha will become protective of those they hold close. Bouts of anger and unprovoked violence are common in response to a potential threat.

Had Impa shown herself as a threat? No, that couldn't have been it. There had to be another reason.

"Impa, be nice." Purah scoffed in the corner. "If Zelda wants to think about Linky, let her."

"Purah! Do not encourage such improper behaviours!"

"I'm just saying, this probably isn't a hormone thing."

"And how would you know this?"

"Oh please! They flirt every other day!"

"No they don't!"

"Yes they do! For someone with Sheikah Vision, you sure are blind."

"And as someone who doesn't, you sure seem to think you see things!"

"Hey! At least I-"

"Hey!" Zelda stopped the two sisters from arguing further. A wave of invisible lead weighed onto her entire body and she held her head, groaning in pain. What the hell is this? She could smell something she associated with fire, was it smoke? Perhaps it was ashes? Something burnt?

"Our apologies, Your Highness." The two bowed their heads in respect, unison in their voices. This time, she began to smell something different. What?

"Rise, don't ever bow to me like that again." She muttered, continuing to clutch her head. Her skin felt warm to the touch and the need to have fresh air touch her skin increased.

"Understood, Princess." They said together, raising their heads. She could see guilt in their faces as they awkwardly exchanged glances.

"Just… Open a window, please. It's too hot in here." She pointed to the locked window, her head still in one hand.

Neither Sheikah made a move to the window, instead fidgeted in their spots. "Princess, that's just your heat…" Impa spoke up, softly this time.

"My heat? What does this have to do with it?"

"Princess, your core temperatures rise to anticipate….uh… comfortable… coupling?" Purah said, avoiding her eyes. "It typically goes away after you've… satiated… your needs." She sounded uncertain, hesitant even, but Zelda imagined that it might be because it was an uncomfortable topic to broach with a royal.

So the terrible heat and fever she was feeling wouldn't go away unless she tended to herself or unless someone else tended to her. An image of Link slipped into her mind, her memory reminding her that he had taken care of her a few hours prior.

He hadn't even needed to do very much, but it had done the job at the time. Perhaps she could attempt to recreate the experience on her own.

"In order to assist you as best as we can, we've brought some… tools, you can say." Purah lifted a small box from on the table and presented it to Zelda.

Slowly, she pulled the box towards her and flipped open the lip. Her face burned almost instantly.

An assortment of varying sizes of dildos, vibrators and other items she didn't recognise filled the box.

She hadn't planned on using any of them, her hand would have probably done the job, but then she remembered that this would be going on for a few days and she would probably get tired of such a thing very quickly.

"That's it, such a good girl for me." His fingers entered her most sensitive place, testing her reactions. She had loved it, she begged him for more –to continue– as she muffled her moans by biting his tunic.

She felt heat pool her body, trying to bring her mind back into the current situation. Right. Impa and Purah were here, she remembered.

When she looked up from the box, she could see Purah whispering something into Impa's ear, she looked very hesitant and slightly begging in what she was saying, but it was inaudible to her.

Link.

She couldn't get his darkened eyes out of her mind. She couldn't forget what he'd done. She wanted that again. She wanted more. She didn't want to use the toys. It just won't be the same… the thrill of the cave resonated in her mind, even now. She remembered how exciting it had been to have him attack her neck like that, squeezing her breasts as he had.

She needed that again.

"Princess? Is there anything we can get you in the meantime?" Impa asked as Purah gathered her things from the table. Was she leaving?

"Food?" Link would be nice too. She held back that specific request, knowing Impa would refuse it, no doubt.

"I can do that." Impa bowed her head momentarily and moved to the door. "I will be back shortly." With those words, the younger of the two left, leaving Purah holding a bag and a book in her hands. She waited until the steps receded before smiling and turning to the Princess.

Putting the book back down, Purah hurried to sit next to the Princess and pulled the bag onto her lap. "One of the guards confiscated this when we found you, but I figured you might want it. Check it." She pulled out a dark fabric, one that smelled of the fresh air she craved when she left the castle.

She recognised the red and silver embroidery and quickly identified it as Link's riding cloak, the one he'd wrapped around her on their way back to the castle.

"You had an iron vice grip on this when Impa tried to wrangle it out of your hands. Who knew someone could have so much strength while they're asleep, you know?" Purah chuckled to herself as Zelda clutched the cloak to her chest.

"Thank you, Purah."

"No problem, Zelds. I'm your best friend for a reason, you know." Purah winked as she stood up, gathering her things again.


It took almost no time at all for Link to remember what had happened beneath the Castle.

Didn't do shit.

He was going to have a few words with Barnabus concerning that statement.

If he really hadn't done anything, why in the Goddess' names did he distinctly remember receiving the best goddamn blowjob he's ever imagined.

No, he knows something happened down there, whether the captain lied to him or not

He's not sure, but he knows he did something. Maybe he didn't claim her, but he knows he at least touched her because her moans were still ringing around his head if he tried to think about it and his imagination wasn't that good. Those were too realistic.

Was he going to physically tell Captain Reinhartd he had at the very least touched her? Heavens no. He was taking that to the grave. No one could ever get him to spill those details.

"Keep going, Alpha! I want more!"

"That's my good girl."

No way he imagined all of that. He was certain of it.

He resorted to dunking his head beneath the cold water of his bathtub, trying to rid himself of the ever growing sensitivity that wouldn't leave him alone.

He stayed like that for what seemed to be an eternity until he felt a burn in his lungs and resurfaced, shaking the water from his face.

It's not working. He let his head drop against the side of the bathtub, knowing if his old tricks weren't working, he'd be stuck taking care of his problem manually.

A series of knocks at the door pulled him from the soaked floor and left him to go searching for a towel to dry his hair and face off. He wondered why anyone would be knocking at his door now of all times.

He scrubbed his hair with the towel as the knocks grew louder with every bang.

"Give me a minute!" He shouted through the towel. The knocks finally ceased and he sighed quietly before throwing the towel in a forgotten corner and left the washroom.

At the door, he wasn't expecting to see the Commander of the Guard standing there looking annoyed.

"Take these, the king wants to see you." Link stared at the man for a moment, trying to figure out why exactly the King wanted to see him, despite having been informed of his rut restarting.

Typically, when a soldier's rut began, they were to be left alone to avoid pheromones leaving the enclosed space, but here the commander was standing awfully close to Link as he lathered his wrists and neck in scent blocking creams.

He took a look in the commander's hands and saw it full of hormone suppressants.

"Absolutely not, that's too many."

His Commander closed his eyes and sighed, desperate to get the alpha to understand. "Please. It's only for an hour."

"Those are going to drive me insane! You're lucky if those last an hour!" Link laughed. The castle doctors only ever recommended two a day, four if it was bad, but seven? That was hormonal suicide.

"Link, the king just wants to talk to you. We don't need you sending every omega in the castle into heat."

"Well, if you don't want that happening, you should leave." Link laid back down on his bed and turned away. "Stay here any longer and everyone in the castle will know."

"Please." He begged.

Sighing, Link turned his head to the Commander. "Do you know what seven of those are going to do to me?" When the commander didn't respond, he continued. "You put me on that many, and it'll bounce back. You're lucky I'm lucid enough to be telling you this." He laid back down. "I don't even know what would happen to me on that many." He mumbled under his breath.

The Commander looked to the ceiling in silent thought. He hated being on Rutting-Alpha duty. He knew Link was partially right, that many suppressants would only have the opposite effect. "Half."

"What?"

"Take half."

A long silence filled the room, leaving the commander wondering if Link had even heard or acknowledged what he said.

"Give me 15 minutes, I'll be out." The commander nodded and placed four of the pills on the table before leaving and hastily closing the door.

"Goddesses, save us all." He whispered as he left the room.

To say Link was fidgety on his way to the sanctum was an understatement. Every few seconds, his head turned to his surroundings to analyse everything at the same time. Various scents assaulted his nose, and he was trying his absolute best to ignore them or block them from his mind.

"Why did I agree to this?" He muttered under his breath as he readjusted his collar for the hundredth time in the last minute. He had applied a week's worth of scent blockers in order to keep the powerful pheromones under check, but he wasn't sure how long it would work. The cream wasn't exactly meant to block cycle pheromones.

Arriving at the doors to the Sanctum, he spotted the man who'd pulled him from the confines of his room. "How're ya feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Understandable. Let's get this over with."

The two men entered and approached the dais, kneeling before it. There, sitting on his throne, Link could feel the burning glare of the monarch's eyes on him. He could smell the irritation and frustration emanating from the beta, but he wasn't exactly sure what he had done to receive such a look.

Does he know? Link bit the inside of his cheek nervously. If he did, he was going to be dismissed permanently from his position.

"Sir Link, rise," his voice boomed out. The knight rose and met King Rhoam's eyes. "What is the post that has been assigned to you?"

"Guarding the princess, Your Majesty." he attempted to answer steadily.

"So why were you not there this morning?"

Link resisted the urge to throw a sarcastic quip at the King. Does he not know? He should have been one of the first to know of his isolation.

"Sir, I've been in isolation since yesterday afternoon."

The King rose and stepped forward. "What for?" It was that moment that Link realised that the King had no idea what he was even talking about.

"Your Majesty, I began a rut yesterday in response to the Princess' sudden heat. Captain Reinhartd and I thought it best to have me isolated as well."

"Knight, you are to resume your post once dismissed. You've just had one of these ruts less than two weeks ago."

What?!

"Your Majesty! You can't possibly mean that!" They heard a council member shout from the other end of the room. "Sir Link has just stated he's begun a rut! It would be foolish to place him with the Princess now of all times!"

Now I'm sure he doesn't know what he's talking about… For once, I'm with the council on this one. He couldn't help but look at his superior, who seemed equally baffled by the King's comment. Was the sovereign really not aware of the fact that if he placed him at the Princess' door all week, he'd likely bash it down eventually? Likely before the end of the day if the suppressants failed? No one is that oblivious. No one.

He could already feel the pains and frustrations of standing guard at her door while being subjected to heat pheromones constantly through the cracks in the door. He knew immediately how on edge he'd be the moment he got there.

When he thought the king had thought of the words spoken out, he turned back to Link, expression cold. "You are to return to your post regardless."

With a sigh, Link nodded. "Yes sir."

No way this ends well. Absolutely no way.

Once they were dismissed and out of hearing range, the commander and one of the council members caught up to him. Now in an isolated hallway and away from the bustling sigh, Link began picking at his fingers anxiously while the council member and the commander tried to figure something out.

"I'm not quite sure what His Majesty is thinking… Sir Link, is there any way you'd be able to resume the post and not…" An awkward side glance and cough came from the councilman before he could continue. "do something ungentlemanly?"

"I want to say yes…" was all Link could really manage to say, but everyone knew the answer to that question.

"We can try to convince the King to send you back to your room. Really, it's a terrible idea to place you back there so soon, especially with everything that happened, honestly! You say he returned yesterday with the Princess, correct?" The Commander nodded. "So it's as I thought. I must ask you a favour, Sir Knight." Link didn't answer, but he let the councilman continue. "You must return to your post, but allow me time to convince His Majesty to send you back to your room." the man turned to the commander. "Is there a way for you to arrange a guard on Alpha duty until then? Perhaps that might help with the temptations?"

"It might work." Link had to agree with the commander. Maybe a second person might distract him enough.


"Didn't we just have one of these meetings? Yesterday, was it not?" Captains Arn and Randy opened the door to the meeting room, coming face to face with their colleague Barnabus Reinhartd and the Commander of the Guard who waited patiently for them at the table.

"This one is different. It's confidential." Reinhardt muttered.

The two older men shared a glance upon seeing their Commander sitting at the head of the table and took their respective seats.

"Fantastic, we can start."

"Aren't we waiting for Link? He should be here, no?" Randy interrupted.

The Commander cleared his throat and organised the papers before him. "No, this is about him. If anything is pertinent, he will be informed by me and me alone, am I clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Perfect, let's begin." The man set his headdress on the table and ran his hand through his short black hair. "As of yesterday, Captain Link returned to the castle in a proper rut alongside Her Royal Highness, Princess Zelda, who was in a similar state of heat. These details are confirmed by Captain Reinhartd, who encountered the two in the emergency escape route in the catacombs of the castle yesterday afternoon."

"Are the two alright?" Arn asked, listening attentively to the details. "Nothing happened right?"

"As per Captain Reinhartd's official report, nothing of noteworthy detail. Link showed intense signs of possessiveness and was quite defensive when he found them. The Princess was unconscious, or rather in a state of sleep induced by a last ditch effort on Link's part to have her calm down." The commander flicked through the pages, reading over the important parts of the report. "No bonds were created nor were there obvious signs of coupling, so it seems that this was quite potentially one of the best possible outcomes, considering the injuries Lady Impa received."

"Obvious signs?" Randy spoke up, unsure of the wording their superior used. "What do you mean, obvious?"

"As per my discussion with Captain Reinhartd yesterday after delivering the Princess to her chambers, it would seem likely that there may have been something going on prior to the administration of a sleeping draught, and I quote 'I can smell it, but I can't see it', so take that as you will." The older man ran his fingers through his hair and let his glasses drop to the table.

"You know, now that I hear it, it does sound confusing…" Barnabus commented quietly, feeling weird about hearing his own statement quoted out loud.

"Now the second order of business." The man pulled many sheets from the pile and passed them to each of the men around the table. "Captain Link is in charge of the Princess Guard and here is his current roster of guards he employs for Her Royal Highness' protection. Only these people are officially permitted to guard the Princess." The Commander's eyes landed on both Captain Reinhartd and Randy. "I would like to know why these two fellows - Sir Jiran and Sir Thompson - were permitted to guard her yesterday? Why was her security detail changed for only this day?"

The two captains in question shared a glance and looked at the profiles of the knights and tapped their fingers on the table.

"Nothing Reinhartd? Randy?"

"Well… two days ago, Lady Impa stopped by my office with a request for the Princess' survey. She brought the files and requested they be put on her guard for the day, and such an order is within the Lady's permitted scope of duties." Barnabus said, hesitant and unsure of what the others would say. "I do not have the jurisdiction to refuse such an order."

"Nor do I. She requested those two by name, and I'm not permitted to refuse an order from the Princess' appointed shadow either." Randy added on. "Nor can Link refuse it."

"I want these interactions detailed down as precisely as possible down to the letter, am I clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Additionally, this is a direct order for all of you. If Captain Link says they are not to guard the Princess due to a lack of security clearance, he is to be obeyed. Redirect the person giving the orders to him and he will take care of them. This includes if the General or I attempt to request specific guards outside of this roster. The only ones in this castle who may accept or deny such a request are His Majesty and Captain Link."

"Does it remain the same for the King's Guard?" Arn asked, lifting a hand for attention.

"Yes. Only yourself and His Majesty may accept or refuse a guard for his protection."

"Understood, thank you."

"Are there any other questions before we wrap this up? I believe it's lunchtime soon." The Commander took the spare pages back and neatly placed them back into the pile.

"I have one question, sir." Barnabus added, raising his voice. "What are we to do with Link for the next few days? His Majesty has ordered him to stand guard to the Princess despite the clear warnings we've given him about the nature of this cycle and I'm sure you understand the gravity of such a situation?"

"I cannot go against the orders of His Majesty, Barns. I'm sorry but Link will have to remain strong."

"We can't just do nothing. That's insane." Randy commented, clicking his tongue loudly. "Cut the kid some slack, now he has to worry about potential allegations against him if these orders ever become public?"

"Randy!"

"Tell me I'm wrong, Arn. Tell me." The others in the room stayed quiet during the outburst. "Do you know how bad those orders sound? Rutting alpha stood guard next to omega Princess in heat's door the entire week, don't worry they didn't do anything. Sounds ridiculous right? Right?"

"Randy, please…"

"No. You're all betting that he keeps it in his pants an entire week without so much as looking her way. How about we start cutting him some slack? He's not some immortal soldier with ungodly self restraint, he's 22 for crying out loud." The Captain was seething by the time he finished speaking, trying to take deep breaths. "Look, I know he wouldn't do anything to the Princess, that much is clear, but I'm starting to think there's enough on the kid's plate as is, don't you think?"

"Well what can we do? These are the King's orders, straight from his mouth." Arn said in defeat. "I know the kid's got too much to worry about but our hands are tied."

"What's he got to do already? Guarding the Princess, handling her security at all hours of the day, safety of the kingdom, the Calamity if you've all forgotten, monster attacks along with the Yiga, am I missing anything?"

"Future Yiga attacks… Training himself and his squad…"

"Add standing at her door at most hours of the day and handling castle security."

"Great Goddesses, it's a wonder he ever gets any sleep. You're all going to burn him out." Randy finally sat down, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Well, now that we've established we all look lazy compared to Link, what do we do? He clearly needs a break but King's orders are law and going against them equates to treason."

"Easy, give Link the break he needs." The four of the men turned to the door that had clicked open, General Lance walking in with his hands in his pockets, jacket unbuttoned. Lady Impa followed behind the man quietly, her expression frigid.

"Sir? But how?"

"Surely you know of the Sheikah magical abilities? Reinhartd, aren't you the most knowledgeable on such a topic?"

"You mean shapeshifting."

"Shapeshifting?"

"Taking on the form of another person. The Yiga employ such tactics to infiltrate establishments, usually they disguise themselves as wandering travellers." Barnabus explained to the other captains who listened carefully. "It's not a purely Yiga ability though, as far as I know, the Sheikah use it as well, but not nearly as often."

"Precisely Barnie buddy." The captain visibly cringed at the nickname the General used for him. "Which is why I've brought Lady Impa of the Sheikah. She owes me a favour." The men shared a confused glance at the visible shifting of the woman. "It's quite simple really. Lady Impa can take Sir Link's place while we give him his much needed break."

"Meaning Link never leaves his post… It's perfect! I'll go tell him to return to his room then."

"Wait there Arnie buddy. Let me finish. We're not going to send him to his room." The General smiled as if he was brimming with mischief. "We're giving him to the Princess!"

"You're not serious!"

"Absolutely not Lance!"

The smile never left the man's face as everyone in the room objected loudly, chairs scraping against the ground and hands slamming onto the table.

"Would you mind explaining this decision Lance?"

"Easy. Lady Impa's older sister has confided that Her Royal Highness is asking for her hero to join her and I'm sure we all know of our young man's feelings towards the matter."

"This must be the most reckless choice you've ever made." The Commander deadpanned quietly.

"Let the two kids be kids for once."

"But Sir! She's a Princess-"

"And how many times has she made it clear she wishes to be treated as a normal girl? Let them have their fun. Both of them deserve some reprieve from recent events, wouldn't you all agree?"

"Say we do let them… you know…-"

"You can say the word fucking. Don't worry."

"General please…" Barnabus laughed at the nonchalance of the General concerning the matter, but continued nonetheless. "Say we let them… mate… what happens if they bond by accident? Or worse, an accident?"

"Saves me the trouble of vetting potential suitors, and it saves the trouble of dealing with the conversation about future heirs with His Majesty. Shit happens."

"We can't possibly allow this, Sir. We need to inform the king about this."

The general shrugged and pulled out a chair from the table to sit. "No we don't. Do you know how much crap I don't tell him about?"

"Sir!"

"Shush Arnie, or I'll tell him about your thing from 23 years ago." The man quieted immediately and took a seat, no further outbursts following. "And Barnie buddy, don't think I don't know about your little wagers." The two shared a glance and remained in their seats, hiding their faces. When the general turned to Randy, he saw the captain simply relaxing in his chair. "Nothing Randy?"

"I'm tired of watching those two not jump each other. Go for it."

"That's the spirit! Thank you, Rands."

"Don't call me that."

"So it's settled. Barnie buddy, you wanna give 'im the talk?"

"No…"

"Perfect, so that's settled then. Barnabus is giving Link the talk." Everyone ignored the groaning of discomfort emanating from the dark haired captain and listened to the General speak happily, carefree. "Meeting adjourned. Come with me, Barns. Let's go find lover boy."


Link had finally excused himself from his post for the 4th time that evening. In the lavatory, he quickly rubbed on more scent blockers and popped another suppressor. These are going to be the death of me, I swear… He just hoped he wouldn't crack at the wrong time when it did eventually happen.

Omega is waiting for you.

Link squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to will his inner voice away.

Just a peek to see if Omega is alright. Omega is begging for you.

Feeling the familiar tightness in his pants once again, he cautiously looked around, making sure he was indeed alone before locking the door.

Link quietly unbuckled his belt and slipped his hand into his underwear.

He was rock hard. Again.

He slipped his waistband down a few inches to release his cock and sighed before starting to stroke slowly. Spreading around the small amount of precum around the head, he bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the sounds that threatened to come out.

Omega wants your cock Alpha, go to her.

Images of the Princess's luscious lips, her tits and ass flashed before him as he stroked himself, imagining the grip of his hand to be that of something else.

He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her, knot her and fill her up.

Omega is ready for you. Go find Omega… he stroked himself faster, imagining that it was Zelda's hands on his cock, stroking for him.

The Princess wants you. Go find her.

He quietly spit on his cock before jerking it faster, his breaths escaping as light groans escaped his throat. The voice was too loud in his ears. Too much haze in his mind to think of anything else.

He felt his discipline slip as he continued to give in to the desires, the voice urging him with suggestions and lewd imagery of the Princess.

The only thing he could think of was Zelda laid out beneath him, spread for him and welcoming him into her bed. His name, sweet on her lips, warmth awaiting him in every sense of the word. His body begged for the friction his mind conjured for him.

His teeth grit together harshly and his hand's motions turned erratic, heart beat in his ears as he stilled his hand, the base of his cock blowing itself up and releasing strings of his semen into the sink.

Wouldn't it feel so much better doing it with the Princess? The voice egged him on as he tried to clear the haze in his mind. He agreed with the voice, it would feel fantastic, leagues better than this. He leaned heavily against the wall, waiting for his cock to calm down. His panting was loud and he bet anyone would have been able to hear had they been standing on the other side of the door.

Control yourself. It's only a bit longer… Trust the council member… He reminded himself as he hoisted himself off the wall and splashed cold water in his face. Control. Ignore it. He slowly tucked himself back into his pants and sighed before leaving the lavatory to resume his post.

Link had resorted to biting his tongue painfully for the hour that passed. Nothing he did could satiate the fire that throbbed almost painfully in his veins.

And in true Alpha fashion, not a single soul had the courage to venture into the residential wing of the castle, not while Link was throwing off pheromones as much as he could. It wasn't that he was trying to, but he couldn't stop his body from doing so anymore. His focus was entirely on not breaking down the door behind him. He knew if he shifted his attention elsewhere, what remained of his discipline would fly out the window.

Shifting his focus away was hard enough as is, especially when the tantalising aroma of honey, nectar and flowers continued to reverberate through his skin and nerves. The slightest foreign touch to his skin burned his senses, sent electricity through his system, the whimpers and silent pleas rang in his ear incessantly.

It was a miracle he'd gone longer than three hours standing there. He owed a big thanks to the guard who'd been shoved on Alpha Duty for that one.

The guard put his pocket watch away and took a look at Link's face briefly. The blue irises were almost completely overshadowed by his enlarged pupils, glazed over by the heat scents emanating from the bottom of the door.

Almost four full hours of constant contact with the pheromones had turned Link into a dazed, yet hypervigilant man whose brain was held by the thinnest thread of control in existence.

That much could be known from his laboured breathing, nonstop shifting of his eyes and the fidgeting.

Sweet Hylia, grant me mercy… The guard silently prayed. Link had had a bout of sudden rage an hour before, but had been soothed quickly enough and he had somehow regained control after his trip to the washroom, but it made the guard fear for his safety. The clenching of the alpha's fists every second had the guard on edge. How soon would Link punch the stone wall? How soon would he turn and use him as a punching bag? How much longer could the man keep it together?

He snapped his eyes up to see Link's head turn to the empty hall.

Link's eyes were unmoving from the corner of the hall for almost a full minute before the guard could hear very quiet footsteps. Almost immediately, the Alpha shuffled a step in front of the door, sword at a perfect standing position.

When the new visitors revealed themselves around the corner, they were both surprised to be greeted by the General smiling and Captain Reinhartd behind him, following like a gloomy puppy.

What happened to him? The guard couldn't help but wonder. Quite frankly, if the general hadn't been smiling, he'd have wondered if someone had just died.

As the two approached, the guard made sure to straighten his back and shoulders to look presentable. He wondered why a man of such high ranking would be here until he stopped in front of Link, smile never leaving his lips.

"Link, we need to talk."


Many thanks to Zeldafan999, FifthDancer and CaptnMoss for beta'ing and helping me with ideas!