This chapter was brought to you by the vibes of P!atd, Lana del Rey, and bizarrely enough, attack on titan openings. Don't ask why, it just happened lmao. But anywayyyyy, i hope y'all enjoy!


"Are you here alone again?" Purah turned to the door and saw Sota, another Sheikah standing with his arms crossed, a frown on his face. She knew Sota from Kakariko; a few years her junior and around Impa and Zelda's age. He seemed nice enough when she'd first met him, but as most of her tribesmen went: he wasn't very technologically driven, so she didn't pay him too much mind.

When she first started coming to the laboratory in Hateno, he was often sent along to protect both her and her assistants from any possible threats, such as the Yiga or stray monsters. However, when Link had been assigned to protect Zelda: he, alongside a few other Sheikah guards, were dismissed; or only came along if the Princess wasn't present.

It hadn't taken long for it to become apparent that one of their guards had become smitten with a local girl, obvious from the sudden urges to come and offer protection at bizarre times where no one was needed. No less than a year later, he'd gotten himself married to the woman and moved in; sometimes paying their small lab a visit to keep an eye on any experiments left running in her and Robbie's absence.

"Of course I am. I have work here," she huffed and turned back to her notebook, her free hand blindly searching for her pen in the sea of papers and personal research journals that littered her table.

Sota sighed and stepped into the lab, placing down an envelope on a small table and pulling himself a chair. "Do I have to tell Robbie to come with you next time?"

"He's a wuss who worries about everything. I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself, and besides, who the hell would come around this rundown lab to get to lil ol' me?" She gave a toothy smile, shrugging off the other man's concerns.

"A wuss who worries about Yiga attacks? I'm pretty sure that's a contradiction in terms."

"Yiga don't come out here, you know that." she turned and faced the man, hands on her hips. "When's the last time you saw one of those spies or assassins in the village, hm?" Her brow raised, expecting his usual silence.

"Wouldn't be too sure about that." He paused and motioned outside the lab. "Caught one or two prowling around a few days ago when you were gone. They might not come into the village itself, but they could come here. You're pretty separated from the rest of Hateno. Honestly, it's almost a stretch to say you're part of the village at all when you're this far up the mountain."

"Who cares, they'll have to get through me first if they want any of my stuff. Changing the topic: how's the wife?"

Sota probably rolled his eyes before answering, but Purah didn't bother checking. "She's doing fine. About to have the baby. Cranky, hungry, all that good stuff."

"Her date's close?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sota nod silently, glancing curiously at the random paper he plucked from the heap and read.

Purah excused herself to the shelf close to her personal guidance stone, rifling through a series of papers before pulling one out and cursing quietly under her breath. "I hope you don't mind, but I forgot to send her a request about a personal brew. Could you bring it for me If it isn't too much trouble?"

She didn't miss the tension appearing in the younger man's expression, brows creasing lightly. "I'm a bit on the fence with her brewing this close to term Purah. You know, the fumes and all." He paused for a short moment, thinking. "I could ask my mother-in-law instead?"

"She doesn't make it nearly as good, but… alright. Is that the only reason you stopped by?"

"Unfortunately, no." Sota stood up from the desk and approached Purah's study table with the envelope in hand, extending it out. "I have something I need you to deliver at the castle."

"I'm not a messenger. I have better things to do than to impersonate the postman," Purah retorted, snapping at the audacity the alpha had to even ask. "Bring it yourself, I'm a busy person."

"Purah, please? Ari's been begging me to get this to the castle." He pleaded with her, hints of desperation clear in his red irises. "I really don't want to leave her alone in her current state."

Purah sighed and looked at the clock then to the burner that sat near Sota. "Flick that off if you could?" She watched him carefully turn down the dial, stifling the flame.

"How long has this been going for?" he asked curiously, doing as he was told. The potion bubbled a deep red-magenta in the large glass vial; he imagined there might be about two or three doses from what he could see.

Purah thought for a bit, glancing at the clock again. "Two-three hours? I'm not sure; been in and out of this place all day." She shrugged and returned to her papers, finally finding her pen and writing out the next steps for the brew's completion.

Sota nearly choked on air at the nonchalance of the researcher's words. "But I haven't seen you leave this lab a single time in the last three days! I thought you were simply buried in your books."

"Hey, I'm a busy woman! I can't be watching a potion brew for hours on end while I wait for the next steps."

"How are you leaving if you aren't physically leaving?"

When she looked up, he was standing next to her table, ten questions flashing in his eyes. Sighing, Purah continued. "That," she pointed to the guidance stone that burned a bright blue hue, smiling brightly at her precious instrument. "It allows me to travel to the castle instantaneously! I'm in and out in seconds. Isn't it fantastic?! No more two days of horseback riding!" she cheered.

"That's great and all, but aren't you even a bit worried about anyone tampering with the potions?"

"Oh you say that like I leave it there and forget about it. It doesn't leave my sight for longer than five minutes at a time, and if I leave, it's because I forgot something in the castle."

Sota quietly looked between the pedestal, Purah, and the potion, unsure of what to make of that information. Five minutes seemed like plenty of time for the opportunity to tamper with it, but if it seemed like she never left, a Yiga would probably assume she was still inside. "So… who are you brewing for?"

"For Princess Zelda. I'm making her contraceptives for the week," she beamed before turning back to her notebooks.

"For the princess? Why does Her Royal Highness need contraceptives?"

"She presented two days ago. Princess Zelda is an omega."

He let out a hum of understanding. It was common knowledge to them that she'd waited a very long time and he was glad she could finally lift one of her heavier baggages from her shoulders. His expression soon turned to one of confusion when he remembered that Purah was brewing a contraceptive for the princess. "I can't imagine His Majesty allowing her to mate with someone, so why would she need a potion? Is she somehow seeing someone in secret?"

Purah nodded as if it was an obvious fact. "Yep, her and Linky get to finally do something about their pining for once."

"Link?! Seriously? Oh I can't wait until Aryll hears about that. She's needed a good laugh lately."

"You know Link's sister?"

"You're not serious, Purah." Seeing the woman raise a brow at him, he sighed. "Really? You've been commissioning my wife's potions for months now and you didn't even know her name?"

"Nope," Purah shrugged and took a glance at the letter in his hands. "Oh, is that who the letter is for? Link?"

"Yes. I thought that was abundantly clear by the name written on the front." He flashed the cover of the letter where the knight's name was clearly written by his sister, the i dotted with a heart. "Yes it's for Link. Aryll's letters haven't been getting to him, it seems. He hasn't been responding to them for the last month."

"He's had a rough month," Purah snorted, remembering how he didn't seem to be able to get a break in the hormone department for the last three weeks. "Sure, I'll pass it along when they aren't…you know."

"Greatly appreciated. I don't think I can handle the growing vulgarity in Aryll's letters anymore. Whoever did get the letters I didn't intercept probably got to read her creative threats." He passed the letter off to Purah, who placed it on the clean corner of her table. "I have to get going before she comes looking for me. I don't want her trying to trek up the mountain to come find me."

"Alright, don't forget about my request." She walked him to the door as he gathered up his bag over his shoulder.

"Oh and uh… word of advice," He turned back to her, his voice lowered to a whisper. "I know you don't like others knowing about your… thing, but I think the Princess may have gotten to you just a bit, keep that in mind." With a final wave, the Sheikah disappeared down the path to the village, leaving Purah to mutter silent curses to herself.

Of course Zelly got to me. Spent all day with her yesterday. On her way back into the lab, she slammed her front door shut, ignoring the shaking of the nearby bookcase.


When Link finally woke up the next day, the sun was high in the air, his stomach was growling louder than he'd ever heard it and he had hair that didn't belong to him in his face. His arms were wrapped around Zelda, who slept peacefully in his arms.

He tightened his arms around the princess, burying his face deeper into her golden hair..

He could still smell the pheromones in the air, mingling with his own, and it was heavy. He imagined that when it came time to air out the room: it would be a long and torturous ordeal, but he cared very little about that at the moment.

My Princess. He lifted his head for a moment and took a proper look at her.

Zelda had many love bites all over her; neck, collarbone, chest, thighs and even her stomach were all nicely decorated with the red marks. He shifted her hair to have a better look at her neck and touched the bruises lightly.

Thankfully he hadn't claimed her, but there were two marks that he had come close –too close– to doing so. He reminded himself to be more careful later for when the next waves would hit them; he knew he absolutely couldn't leave a claiming mark on her at this stage of their relationship for multiple reasons.

Might as well eat while I can, he thought back to the night before and he felt a shiver run down his back. He had barely had the time to eat between sessions and Zelda had been much more eager than he'd previously anticipated, wringing him out time and time again until she finally felt too parched to continue.

He'd lost count after ten and he was pretty sure that she had fallen asleep the moment her head had hit the pillow sometime in the early morning.

He slowly removed himself from the numerous sheets and pillows, untangling himself from the Princess and made his way to the food sitting on the table. Glancing on the platter, he wondered briefly who had come in when they were asleep, for the food sitting there was fresh and the tea was still steaming. Hovering his hand over one of the plates of eggs, he could still feel the residual heat in the air.

Was it Impa? He reminded himself that he'd also need to apologise again for his atrocious behaviour from the day before.

Being careful not to wake up Zelda, he carefully pulled out a chair and a plate from the tray, plucking an egg and a piece of fried poultry from one of the dishes. He didn't question the protein-heavy meal, nor did he wonder why there was so much food, but he happily ate his share, restraining himself from eating too much.

After having finished his plate, he poured himself some tea and drank in silence, contemplating what would happen later that day. Fucking, that was a definite, maybe eating if she let him.

Might as well try to sneak in a shower now. He finished the rest of his cup and quietly got to the bathroom where he turned on the bath and let it run. His skin felt sticky from the sweat and fluids from yesterday and it irked him lightly.

Get back before Zelda wakes up. He repeated to himself as he climbed into the porcelain bathtub, water steaming and ready.

Slowly letting himself sink into the steaming water, he laid back and let the water do its magic on his sore muscles, slowly rubbing his skin clean of the sweat that had dried on it. He closed his eyes, sighing in relief. This was a different kind of pleasure, but he welcomed it nonetheless. He could feel his muscles untensing themselves slowly, the heat was heavenly.

I could get used to this. He let his head loll back against the basin, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

And then his nose caught it.

He peeked an eye open and saw Zelda standing in the doorway of the washroom, eyeing him deviously. Her love bites were very visible in the clear light and so was her ravenous expression she wore.

"I don't suppose you just missed the food on the table?" Link asked, his voice ever so slightly hopeful. Hope as he might, she seemed to eye him the same way he'd first eyed the food and he gulped.

He watched her eyes wander down for a moment, glancing over his nude upper body that was in sight above the water of the tub, and then returning back to his eyes once more.

"You weren't there when I woke up." He could hear a tinge of sadness in her voice as she took a tentative step forward. With every quiet tap against the floor, his eyes followed the faint sway of her hips. "I thought you'd left me alone…"

Her slender fingers extended beneath his chin, lifting his face to look at her eyes. He saw desire smouldering in her pupil, sharpening and peering into his eyes. With every second that passed, he could feel her touch, scent, and gaze wrapping around him like a snake with its prey and he gladly let it take control.

"I'm sorry," he murmured quietly, already enraptured by her light touches against his hot skin.

Her fingers traced to his cheeks where her other hand cradled his cheek tenderly. "May I?" she motioned to the bathtub.

Despite the already high waters, he found himself wordlessly nodding, letting her slip into the steaming waters, pushing the volume past the side and into the drain on the floor.

It was cramped, but he didn't care one bit as she brought her thighs to straddle his waist, hands coming to rest against his pectorals, nails gliding softly across his skin. "I'm not interrupting anything… am I?"

"N-not at all!" He nearly exclaimed when he caught the glimpse of what could have been guilt in her downcast eyes. Immediately, he saw it be replaced by a spark in her eyes and pink blushing her cheeks as her arms came to rest around his neck.

Link let his eyes roam the princess' nude form; the novelty still hadn't worn off yet and it still made him feel a bit shy even though they'd spent the entire afternoon and night wrapped around each other.

He could feel his desire rekindling quickly with every touch and glance his way –probably Zelda's plan, not that he minded at all. Why would he when it meant that he got a princess trying to rub up against him in a bathtub first thing in the morning?

No, he definitely didn't mind one bit.

"Zel…" his hands found the small of her back, squeezing lightly and listening attentively to the princess' soft purrs. "Is there something you wanted?" he teased her.

Rather than respond with words, she stealthily bit her lips and ground down against his growing erection, voicing her desires in a different, more amorous way. He happily reciprocated the action by grabbing a handful of her ass and encouraging her more.

He drank in her whines and sighs as she rubbed herself against him. "You have to use your words Zel," he bucked up, wanting more of the small gasps that left her luscious lips.

"I need to feel you again," she rutted against his cock roughly, her desperate pleas breaking into her expression. "Please?"

"I'm all yours." He smiled as he happily let her take charge to take him as she pleased.


They both lay tiredly in the bath, water raised back up a bit following their ordeal. Most of the water had been splashed out onto the floor in the heat of the moment, barely at waist level by the time they'd finished.

Once finally able to separate, she quickly curled over him, head on his chest with her hair flowing out into the water.

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror yet?" He asked her, curious to know what she thought of his work of art on her skin as his fingers brought the warm water over her arms and back gently.

Even if he hadn't left any additional marks this time, he still enjoyed watching her skin flush from the ordeal. She was breathtaking when she collapsed over him like this, not to mention that being the reason she was in this state of exhaustion made his pride swell.

She looked up at him, eyes half lidded. "I haven't, but I trust you've left something for me to admire?"

His lips curled lightly at the smugness in the princess' voice. He definitely had left something for her to remember him by, and he was sure she'd remember him for a good week by the darkness of some of the marks. Touching the many bruises he'd left all over her skin, he knew he wouldn't rest until she was properly covered in hickeys and love bites. He felt bad for the maids that would inevitably see the marks, knowing Zelda would have to make an excuse and be subjected to their lines of questioning surrounding their origins.

Oops. He tried not to snort at the thought of being the reason for the interrogation.

He rinsed the sweat from her arms and back as she lay on top of him, breathing quietly with her eyes closed. They enjoyed the warmth of the water, letting it further relax their muscles before the sound of a stomach growling-not his- interrupted their quiet time.

"You hungry?"

"Mhm." She hummed back, reluctantly pushing herself up using the sides of the tub. "We should probably get out."

When Zelda finally removed herself from the bathtub, the pair were pleasantly surprised to find that most of the floor wasn't the pool they thought it would have been. While there was still water everywhere, the drain had taken care of most of it.

Their fault no doubt, Link remembered the tub being almost full when he'd first gotten in almost an hour ago. Adding an additional person into the already small basin was sure to make the water level rise above the sides.

Thank the Goddess for the drains or there'd be a flood. He humorously thought to himself as he grabbed a towel to throw over the slippery tiles that hadn't had the time to dry off.

"Did you already eat?" She asked, grabbing her own cloth to dry off the ends of her hair that had submerged during their act.

"Stuff was still fresh when I got up."

"I don't suppose it'd still be warm now?" She was clearly hopeful for the taste of a warm and filling breakfast considering how much energy they'd spent the night before.

"Only one way to find out," he answered with a snort and a shake of the head.

Zelda waited for Link to finish and discard the towel he'd used on the floor before following him out of the bathroom.


When Zelda ate the first few pieces of fruit from the table, the hydration and freshness was a welcomed sensation. Never had she felt so parched and never had she welcomed food so eagerly than in the last few hours.

Knowing Link had already taken his share of the dishes while she was sleeping, she happily leaned over the table to grab a piece of toast and a small knife for the jams. No need to rush, she knew it would still be there later for lunch.

What she hadn't expected, on the other hand, was to feel Link press himself against her rear as she leaned over the table.

Smiling to herself, she shot him a glance over her shoulder. "Wasn't that enough just now?" She teased him, making sure to rake him over with her eyes rather obviously.

"Don't worry about me," he murmured, his eyes glued to her back side. "Eat."

She rolled her eyes and turned back to the table, reciprocating a grind against his hardening cock before grabbing a jar from the table and flicking the lid open. She attempted to ignore the throbbing between her legs as she tried to scoop out some of the sweet condiment onto a slice of bread, her hands simply refusing to be steady.

He steadily ground against her, letting his cock glide along her damp heat in a slow, maddening rhythm that only stoked her desires more.

"Link?" She gulped down a sigh, cocking her head to the side to glance back at him. "I'm trying…" She paused to sigh quietly. "I'm trying to eat."

She felt his hips stop, cock nestled against her. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head, a whine of displeasure accidentally leaving her. "Just don't make me choke." She laughed quietly as he restarted his slow thrusts.

Ignoring the faint rocking against the table, she took her piece of toast and brought it to her lips, trying not to forget about the food in her hands as she took a small bite.

He was agonising, a nuisance really. She just wanted to taste the wildberries in the jam but her mind just wouldn't let her. She arched her back, giving him more space to work with as she tentatively swallowed what she'd eaten. She bit her tongue when his pace quickened with eagerness.

"Keep eating." She heard him mutter against her back; somehow he knew she wasn't eating her toast anymore. She let out an involuntary moan as she took another bite, his cock had slid against her clit slowly, drawing out the small jolts to her core.

It was hard to focus on the bread in her mouth when he was purposefully doing these things to her, thrusting her against the table harder and harder. She quickly found that he craved to be filled again, an ache appearing within, a sort of itch that needed to be tended to.

"If you're going to tease me, just put it in…" She hadn't meant to practically beg him but she didn't care how desperate she sounded. If he was going to build her up like that again, she was going to let him know he was doing a fine job of it.

"As you command." He did it frustratingly slowly, slipping in the tip and prodding her with the lightest touches. Her attempts at getting him in seemed to be futile for with every push of her hips back, he pulled back, keeping her from what she wanted.

"Please,"

"Patience Zelda," he growled out to her before pushing in completely, pinning her against the table and causing her to drop her toast. In his brief pause, she made sure to shuffle a few plates and the warm teapot away in case of spill.

She could hear his heavy breathing warming her back, fingers digging into her sides as he pulled out and pushed back in, uncaring about his pace. With every push, she gasped out, the air getting knocked out of her lungs.

Her chest quickly came to rest against the table as he picked up the pace, using her as he saw fit and slamming into her repeatedly.

Zelda quickly found herself once again turning into a mess of moans and curses as she focused solely on the cock rubbing the itch within her. Her fingers desperately gripped the table as he continued, unrelenting.

"More~ Please!" She moaned out between each push. One hand left her hip momentarily, instead coming to rest at the base of her neck where her hair was strewn in every direction. She felt him grab a small handful and tug lightly before pushing back in.

Hearing no complaints and her moans growing louder, he kept his grip solid and pulled, her face hovering over the table as he pounded her from behind.

"Fuck Zelda, you feel so good." He soon became erratic in his thrusts, desperation growing significantly as they approached their peaks.

The waves of pain and pleasure intermixed and soon, Zelda was seeing only stars. All thoughts of hunger had vanished from her mind, only the desire to have him fill her for the second time today remained and it held its grip on her just as strong as her lover did on her.

"Please! Please Link, use me as you'd like." She tried to push into him as best she could but found that she had no space to do so. Her back arched to its limit to take him as deeply as possible, she wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of him inside of her.

He began faltering only moments later, his breathing laboured and strong before giving a few final thrusts. His hand released from her golden locks and snuck between them as he stilled.

Feeling the lack of the familiar stretch of his knot, Zelda tried to muffle her whines. She wondered why she hadn't felt it as he stilled against her backside, twitching inside of her.

Turning her head, she caught sight of his hand between them, holding the base of his cock.

"Sorry," he panted out, "I didn't think you'd want to be knotted while eating." She caught a silent chuckle before he pulled out of her, leaving her empty once more.

Fair point.

"Now do I get to eat? Or do I have to fight you this time?"

"You can eat." She quite liked the teasing laugh that came from him. "For now."

For now?


Elsewhere in the castle, Captain Reinhart was looking over the reports from the last few hours: the direct repercussions of the suspicious orders given from around the castle.

Following their emergency meeting the day before, they'd all agreed to divide their fellow captain's tasks in order to accommodate the week he'd be absent, which didn't seem like very much at first glance until they realised just how much he had on his plate.

Deciding over a game of rock-paper-scissors, Arn ended up taking two blocks of one-handed melee training sessions while Randy took three separate hand-to-hand blocks.. Reinhartd had agreed to take over most of the urgent portion of his paperwork, thinking that there wouldn't be very much.

Boy was he wrong.

Barnabus had spent most of the morning looking over reports of monster encampments and Yiga sightings, unsure of what to do with the information. He'd found himself asking Lance for assistance on how to sort it out and the General had laughed before pointing to the map and telling him to circle and scribble an initial over certain marks before marking it done.

It was only when lunch came around that most of them reconvened, clearly tired.

Arn had stayed for a short moment, clearly unsure of what to do with Link's squad. He had muttered something along the lines of Link being very thorough in the training of two individuals —Dames Mara and Caya— and the two other captains could only imagine the sort of beating he'd received from the two unsuspecting small girls of the Princess Guard. He hadn't stayed long, citing the need for painkillers, and had excused himself for lunch rather glumly; he still needed to finish the last block of training after his lunch break.

"So what are the reports following His Majesty's loony orders?" Randy asked, taking a bite from a sandwich he'd picked up in the kitchens before showing up in Barnabus' office.

"Following the ticking time bomb that was Link? Seven were directly affected." He reported, groaning and rubbing his forehead in frustration.

"And how many were guards?"

"One. Well, two if you count Arn's dizzy spells from yesterday. He really didn't enjoy having to clear the air in that hallway."

"Yikes, that bad?"

"It was terrible." He pulled out a folder that had been given to him earlier that day. "Out of castle staff: five servants, one King's Guard, and one councilman."

"And that there is precisely the reason Doc tells us not to take those suppressants like candy." Barnabus agreed wholeheartedly with Randy, a nervous laugh escaping him "And what of the two that were with Link when shit hit the fan? You didn't mention them."

"About that…'' he flicked through the folder and pulled out a page marked urgent. "Doctor wants to talk to you regarding your division and Sir Thompson."

"What for? I thought it was handled?"

"No, things took a turn. And, between us, it's not looking too nice." He lowered his voice and made a face. "I don't know all the details but doc doesn't think Sir Thompson was affected by the Princess' heat at all."

"No way. You're kidding. Tell me you're kidding." Randy had stopped eating his sandwich and listened to every word the captain said.

"Sir Jiran was pretty bad and he's actually still under watch, but Sir Thompson…" Barnabus took a deep breath and looked unsure of what to say. "He… he seemed perfectly fine when I saw him this morning, he's also been placed under temporary watch."

"Regarding my division, I checked out my roster and Thompson and Jiran aren't on it."

"Then where did Lady Impa get their files? They clearly state being under your care in her orders."

"Double checked, even triple checked all my records. They're not even Royal Guards. They're just knights so they're not even in my jurisdiction. I'll have to talk to Lance about it if I want to pull up their files." The two captains shared a mutual groan of frustration, knowing the situation was devolving into a very serious matter.

"We can… just go through their platoon commanders, I guess?" The younger of the two suggested

"Barns, that's like fifteen different people. Lance will just throw me the file if I ask him nicely."

"Then do that ASAP and then go see Doc." Barnabus stood up from his desk and grabbed the folder into his hands, organising the papers before pausing and thinking. "Or actually… bring him here. I want to hear this conversation if it's possible."

"Where are you going?"

"Paying a visit to some old friends in Infiltration." He grabbed his jacket and beret from the table. "They're better equipped than we are to deal with this."

"And what do we do about Link and Her Highness? Shouldn't we add security?"

"Heavens no." Barnabus let out a hearty laugh before looking at Randy. "Any man who has the balls to even think about going into that room right now didn't deserve life to begin with. I doubt even the Calamity has that kind of death wish."

"That's true." Randy mirrored Barnabus' actions, grabbing his jacket and beret before leaving the office with him as he locked the door securely.

The two walked down the hall together quietly before Randy mentioned having to go a separate route. Barnabus nodded and pulled him aside into an alcove, away from any prying ears.

"I'll take care of explaining the situation to Link when he gets out, but for now, use security questions with Arn, Lance and any other higher ups until further notice."

"Understood."