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TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: I ain't kiddin'! It starts off sweet, some girl x girl stuff. Most of the chapter is that way, in fact. But at the end, bad stuff. The results of earlier decisions and actions can sometimes come back to haunt a person, and this is one of those times.

It won't be the last. The short version: Octorok eggs. You've been warned.

Chap. 54: A Few Firsts

Koyin, predictably, jumped and covered herself, sinking into the water with her hands over her breasts, her legs no doubt kicking furiously to keep her afloat in the cool water. "Z- Zelda! Oh- I'm so embarrassed!"

"Don't be," Zelda assured her, smiling in a fashion she hoped was more kind and happy than what she really felt, which was deliriously horny. To help reassure the girl, she stood up and gestured down at her own bare form, "As you can see, I had much the same idea. Only I fell asleep after. Do you... mind if I join you? I could absolutely go for another swim."

The younger girl's blush deepened, but she nodded, "H- Help yourself?"

She didn't sound entirely sure, but Koyin's arms did come off her chest, revealing deep pink, hard nipples at the center of wide, dark areolae that set just below center on her heavy breasts. They bobbed as Koyin tred water, keeping her eyes on Zelda as the princess brazenly stepped around the bush and into the lake. Zelda felt a rush of power and strength as she watched the girl, behaving like prey. Shivering with some strange, unknown anticipation as Zelda all-but stalked toward her. She was the hunter in this moment, certainly.

Did Koyin know what Zelda wanted?

It was hard to say. The girl had hinted that she knew a bit about sex, but had also blatantly told Zelda days earlier that she'd never actually done it. Her body, she had implied, was part of the payment Koyin had been prepared to give for saving her sheep from the Bokoblin rustlers down on the beach miles away.

So surely she knew something.

She had even offered, tentatively, the same reward to Zelda. She had declined at the time, but only because Zelda didn't want their relationship to be transactional. She liked the fierce, brave young woman quite a lot, and didn't want to trade fun, or closer ties, for services rendered. She wanted Koyin... and more importantly, the princess wanted Koyin to want her in return.

It seemed she did, for the girl's soft brown, almost doe-like eyes were locked on Zelda's swaying hips, or the slight bounce of her firm chest, as her bare feet moved from one moss-covered stone to the next, drawing inexorably closer. As if she were going to take the relatively innocent farm-girl, and devour her as a wolf might a stray sheep.

Only without the consumption, of course, that would be weird.
But would Koyin enjoy having Zelda's mouth between her legs? The princess was not sure, but she was eager to find out. Maybe not this time, though. Maybe... but maybe not. Koyin certainly seemed willing, even a big eager as well, but also nervous and scared. As scared, Zelda thought, as she had been that first night with Sagessa, when she had still been unsure if she even was truly attracted to females, or if what she thought she felt was something entirely different.

Now, having been with Prima and finding herself not just lusting after but in small ways truly falling for Paya, Prima herself, and Koyin, it was harder for Zelda to deny what she felt. Knowing that she had, in fact, been in an intimate relationship at one point with Impa, among others, when she still had memories of a life lived before a couple of scant months ago sealed the deal, so to speak. Zelda had loved men- well, one man, at least- then, and her echoed heartbreak from when Impa had denied her in that shell of a memory had been too real for anything else. She must have loved Impa, too.

Zelda honestly thought of herself as a different person, now, to who she had been then. It was only reasonable, she thought, as this new version of herself didn't have a lifetime of memories to fall back on. Each decision seemed to carry more weight than it should have, as it set the tone for future decisions along the same lines, instead of echoing what had already come before.

Did she want Koyin? Yes.

Was she going to have her? Well... she wanted to try, at least.

But she wouldn't take the girl against her will. If she didn't want to go that far, then Zelda would force herself to be satisfied with it, for now. If they didn't work out, well... she would live with that, too. But she wanted it to work.

She stepped further into the water, and Koyin blinked as the liquid passed Zelda's waist, hiding her hairless slit from view. "Koyin?" she asked quietly, and the girl jumped.

"Y- Yeah?"

"I really like you."

The ranch-girl blushed, "I like you too," she whispered back, "You're... brave, and pretty, and strong, and..."

"You don't need to list reasons," Zelda chuckled, the water up to the point where it tickled along the bottom of her breasts, smaller and much more pert than Koyin's bountiful ones despite being similar in height. "You can just feel, without trying to explain. But if you want to, you can. I just wanted you to know that. But because I like you..."

Zelda trailed off. It wasn't that she didn't know what she wanted to say, it was more that she was genuinely scared (no matter how she was trying to present herself at the time) that she might scare Koyin off.

"Y- Yeah?" the younger girl repeated, this time more questioning.

Zelda took a deep breath, then closed the gap between them. She wasn't quite swimming, being closer to the shore of the small islet, but just the toes of her left foot still stood on a sunken stone. If she strayed to either side, or stepped in, she would be carried on the small waves just like Koyin. "Because I like you, I don't want to hurt you. So I'm going to be honest, okay? About a lot of things. You can ask questions, but try- try not to think too badly of me until you understand why, okay? At least let me finish trying to explain."

Koyin did look scared then, and not in the same prey-like way as before. Instead, she seemed more worried that Zelda would attack her, or perhaps reveal herself to be a monster in disguise, or something equally dastardly. So Zelda put another almost-real smile on her face, and started telling her the truth. About everything. "I'm... the actual, real, hundred-plus year-old Princess, Zelda. I have been sleeping, healing and recovering, in a place called the Shrine of Resurrection for a century. I am descended from a long line of princesses, and a great many of us over the millennia since Hyrule's first founding have been... different. They... we all... have different needs than most people."

"If you're talkin' about, like, women-folk, that ain't all that strange 'round here," Koyin whispered, wide-eyed, "Plenty take fun where they can, if they're an age. Helps take the sting off of life."

"Not that," Zelda told her, shaking her head with a soft smile, "but it's... related to that. Because of who I am, because of what I am, I am... well, you know how you get certain urges? To touch yourself, to experience pleasure... to have sex?"

Koyin blushed, but nodded, "I... I was touchin' myself before I started floatin'..."

"I wish I'd seen it," Zelda told her honestly, just as quietly, "but don't worry, it must have been while I was asleep. You don't have to be embarrassed. I masturbated before I took a nap, too. But it's never enough, not for me. The soul in me? The one that reincarnates, and is descended from a Goddess? It always wants more. Because it wants more, I want more, all the time. Women, men... and sometimes other things."

Koyin blinked, and cocked her head, "Like old Barney and the sheep?"

Zelda blushed too, this time, "O- Old Barney?"

Koyin nodded gesturing vaguely to the south, "There was this old rancher that lived a mile off or so down that way when I was little. Dad said he did stuff with his sheep, sometimes, on account of his wife bein' long dead."

"Er, no, not- not sheep," Zelda replied, her mind going to several very uncomfortable places, not least of which how she had noticed Nightmare's... thing... just days ago. "But... This is going to be hard to hear, Koyin, but when I was fighting off your sheep rustlers? I lost. I killed most of them, but there were two Black Bokoblins, and they overpowered me."

Koyin gasped, both hands flying to her mouth fast enough to send a spray of cold lake-water over Zelda that made her gasp in the afternoon warmth. "How- how did you escape?" she whispered, "If they knew who you was- who you were..."

"They did know, I think," Zelda told her quietly. "They've been calling me 'blue-fire bomb-lady' since I woke on the Great Plateau several weeks ago now. It's one of the special things the Slate I carry on my hip allows me to do. I've killed a fair number of them that way."

"I... wow," Koyin whispered, then glanced down at Zelda.

The princess smiled as she realized the younger girl was, in fact, checking her out as blatantly as Zelda was doing the same to Koyin. Too soon, though, Koyin spun around and faced away, her ears burning red. "I- I shouldn't be lookin', not at no Princess."

Zelda sighed, but didn't press the issue for the moment. Instead, she continued explaining, "At- at any rate, they... had their way with me. Many times. I couldn't stop them."
"I'm so sorry, if I'd've known there'd be not just one, but two Blacks down there, I'd have just given up the sheep for lost," Koyin whimpered, "Not sent a Princess down to... to that."

"That's just it, though. I don't regret going, and I don't regret helping you."
Koyin looked back over her shoulder, and it took Zelda a moment to realize her face wasn't just wet with the lake splashing, but tears. "But... if they done that to you..."

"I hated it, at first," Zelda nodded, "like I think anyone would. But there's... a side-effect, of being who I am. It makes me very aroused, and in great need frequently. Often, nearly always, I am at least sort of thinking about... pleasure. Of the flesh, specifically. But that also means that, in a strange way, after a while... I enjoyed it. A lot, actually. It was that enjoyment that let me get away, and eventually kill the Bokoblins who had done it."

"I... I see," Koyin whispered, and turned back away. "Still, if I hadn't asked you for help..."

Zelda sighed and moved closer, one once-delicate hand rested on Koyin's strong shoulder. "I don't regret it, none of it. I wish things hadn't necessarily happened the way they had, but I learned so much because of that incident. I spoke to... an older version of myself, I suppose. In a vision. And doing so allowed me to... I'm not sure how to explain it. Awaken some sort of power, within me. Something golden, and light, and holy. It shone, and burned, and I was able to escape and destroy the Bokoblins. Not just kill them, I think, but destroy them, so that they can't come back next time there's a Blood Moon."

"Wow," Koyin whispered.

"I know. If that's true, it... it could change everything. But I woudn't wanna do it if... if that's the cost."

"Nor I," Zelda agreed, "but somehow, I don't think it is. It may have helped me do it. Provided a catalyst or trigger... but the power seemed to come from me. From the reincarnated soul of the woman I saw in my vision, at least, that is housed within me, or... or whatever is truly going on. Either way, it shone from the Slate I held, and it shone from my hand, and my head, and my eyes. I could see it, reflected in the water of Hateno Bay when I fell in, and in the eyes of the Bokoblins before they were... erased. I don't think I have to... to go through that, to remove them. I don't know how to activate it again, but I'm sure there's a way. And I think it was worth it. The pain was... bad. But if it can remove the threat of the Calamity's minions for good, then it was worth it all."

"But I..."

"Hey," Zelda told her calmly, using the hand on her shoulder to pull the girl around, and then hug her tightly. "It's alright, okay? I don't hate you, I'm not mad at you... do you think I'd have fought those Bokoblins the other day, if I did? I'm not so kind that I could just let something like that go without at least a little temptation. Koyin, I like you. I think you're pretty. And... and I want to kiss you. I want to do more than that. But I wanted you to know about me, about why, at least part of the reason why, before I did. You deserve the truth."

Koyin nodded, and the stiffness in her body slowly began to lessen. Eventually, her strong arms circled Zelda's waist, too.

After some time, Zelda pulled a little back, so that she could look into the younger woman's eyes. "Can I kiss you? I'd really like to."

"I don't know why an Honest-to-Hylia Princess wants to kiss a dirty farm girl like me, but I think I'd be a fool to turn that down," Koyin whispered.

Zelda smiled, and leaned in so their foreheads touched. "I sometimes wonder if I'm truly a princess of anything. But I also wonder why a beautiful, strong, brave young woman like you would want to kiss a woman who's enjoyed being with a monster."

"You said there was reason," Koyin replied.

Zelda nodded, "I did, but-"

Anything else she was going to say was cut off as the younger woman took the step Zelda was still hesitating to make. The first kiss was soft and tender, hesitant, and lasted only a few moments before Koyin pulled away, red-faced again. "I... I just kissed a Princess," she whispered, more to herself than Zelda.

Still, the woman in question raised a hand to trace her own lips with a happy smile, then asked, "Did you like it?"

The first nod was a small, jerking thing, but the second and third were more sure, more confident. "I liked it a lot."

"Then can we do it again?"

"Yeah, I reckon so," Koyin grinned.

This time, Zelda made the first move. It was still kind and gentle, but a little more fervent, longer lasting. Zelda's hands drifted lower on one side, to cup Koyin's firm, round arse, while the other circled her body to run a thumb over one taut, dark nipple, then grip the rest of the heavy breast more fully. "You're really beautiful, you know that?"

"Not like you," Koyin whispered against Zelda's mouth, "I ain't no Princess."

"But you can be my little Princess," Zelda sent back, her breath close enough to enter Koyin's lungs with every word, "I love kissing you."

"Me too," Koyin admitted, and finally dared let her own hands drift a little lower down Zelda's back to her rump, too. She gave each side a squeeze, one at a time, and then together. Zelda squeaked a bit when her fingers dug in a bit too far, not deeply, but between Zelda's legs.

"S- Sorry," Koyin apologized as she realized what she'd done.

But Zelda only shook her head, and smiled, "You can touch me there too, if you want... would you like me to touch you back?"

She was surprised, though not overly so, when Koyin nodded, but whispered, "I ain't never... I saw Ma and Pa once or twice when I was young, an' I know the basics, but I've never... not with someone else."

Zelda nodded, and stepped back, to pull Koyin's hands into hers and start leading her up, out of the water and toward the island once more. "Come, then. I'm not an expert, but I'll help you learn. You needn't be nervous. In many ways, it's the most natural thing in the world."

"O- Okay."

Zelda guided Koyin to lay on her back in the grass, the princess' cloak spread beneath them both, just large enough to help a bit, but small enough to force them to be cozy or suffer itchy skin later. She wasn't going to complain, though. "Different people like different things," she started after laying next to Koyin, propped up on one elbow, with her other hand tracing small circles around the suddenly nervous girl's flat, toned stomach. "But, for the most part, if you found yourself enjoying something when you touch yourself, I probably will, too."

Koyin nodded, so she continued, her hand tracing not just circles, but Hylian and Sheikah letters over her skin, spelling out small words like sexy girl, and I want you, knowing she would have no idea what Zelda was doing. "Can you show me how you do it? How you make yourself feel good? I'll do the same, of course."

Zelda stared in awe, as, without hesitation, the already panting young woman reached a hand down between her legs, and shoved the first two knuckles of a pair of fingers into her folds. Koyin hissed in relief, "Ah..."

There wasn't much to her technique, but Zelda supposed that was alright. Without much experience, or the much more experienced Sagessa, Thalla, and Prima to teach her, Zelda felt she would be in much the same boat. But she was a quick study, and all three of the part- or full-time prostitutes knew what they were doing. So Zelda taught her, showing and guiding, watching Koyin's reactions as she nudged a finger here, or there. Showed her about foreplay, and getting her body ready for intrusion before simply shoving fingers inside.

The whole while, her lesson was interspersed with kisses, not just on her mouth, but along Koyin's neck, her collarbones, her breasts, and even suckling on her nipples. But she didn't kiss lower, not yet. Because after Koyin had had too much, and climaxed, silently but shivering, onto Zelda's and her own hands, she was too breathless to continue.

That didn't mean that Zelda, as horny as she'd been all week, went unsated. "You can also do things like this," Zelda told her, and reached for her satchel. "Not everything is suitable, but... you could use things like this to have fun, too."

It was the Ancient Screw she used this time, not wanting to scare the girl with a Moblin horn just yet. Koyin watched, enraptured, still breathless, but her hands started moving again as Zelda told her, "I like to pretend it's a man's penis at first. Get it nice and wet, with my mouth... lick it a bit... then... ah, Goddess, that's good..."

On her knees, leaning back to give Koyin a good view, Zelda slid the Screw out of her body, and then back in, her eyes fluttering in bliss as the circular ridges throbbed and tugged at the folds of her tight hole. "I... I love this thing," she whimpered, "It feels so good... too hard for a real cock, but it's still great. Jus- just the right size, though."

"Wow," Koyin whispered, rolling onto her side as a hand slipped between her legs again, and watching closely as Zelda fucked herself with the Sheikah device, "It's... it's really in you."

"Not hardly a virgin anymore," Zelda whimpered, "Fuck... fuck, it's good, and I'm getting close already. I... I've grown to love having- ah- almost ah-anything in... in me."

Koyin nodded. Then she looked up at Zelda's gasping, enraptured face... and put her hand over the screw's head, covering Zelda's. "Let me, Princess. I want to kneel at your feet. Stand up."

Zelda wasn't sure why she did it. But she did.

Stood against the massive tree, leaned back against it, body bared to the late-afternoon sun that bathed her and Koyin in golden warmth, her legs spread.

The young woman did roll to her knees, foregoing her own pleasure, to reverently hold the Ancient Screw in both hands. Then she licked it, and Zelda moaned. "Do you like the taste of my pussy, Koyin?"

The girl in question whimpered, "I reckon I do. Can... can I do it? Can I fuck you with this here thing?"

Zelda could only smile benignly, one hand fell on Koyin's soft, warm brown hair. "Do it, my dear... pleasure me- aaahhh..."

Koyin's left hand slid up Zelda's taut belly to mold against one of her pert breasts, pinching the nipple softly as Zelda had taught her. The other curled around the cap of the screw, as she slowly pulled it out and pushed back in, again and again. When she started twisting it, literally screwing it in and out only in reverse time, Zelda gasped, the friction suddenly much better than it had been before. "Oh, Hylia, Koyin..."

The world shifted, at least for the Princess.

Suddenly, there was no tree, no island.

Koyin was still there, as naked as she was before, as was Zelda. Another woman was there, too. The same Zelda, in fact, that she had seen days before in her vision, the one she had just told Koyin about. The one with ribbons braided through her hair, and the kindest of smiles. She looked around briefly at the memory of a throne room Zelda didn't know she had, and which seemed only vaguely familiar. "A time of Twilight," the other Princess said quietly, then turned to face Zelda herself. "This was between us, my love, my self. She was not... she is good for you, for us. Let her worship your body, Zelda. Bring her pleasure, and we will bring it to her. This little one is a good assistant and servant to us... and she feels so good. Almost like my own Knight, of ages long past, the first of his kind. Well, the first Hylian-born one. You will see, one day. Revel in the pleasure she brings you, brings us. Know we love you, as we love her, and she you. She is good, and will be for us when it is time. You can do it, Zelda. We believe in you, we all do. From Hylia herself, to the first of us, before even myself, and down the long line of our family to you. You have suffered so much... but this is just a small taste of your rewards to come for that suffering."

Zelda could not speak. Her body seemed locked at the peak just before orgasm, trembling, as Koyin continued to thrust the Screw in and out, her thumb now passing back and forth over Zelda's tight, white pearl.

The older, ancient Zelda stepped forward, around Koyin, who did not seem to see her or realize they were elsewhere, in a throne room, the seat of which Zelda herself leaned against the back of.

The old Zelda kissed her, too, full on the mouth... and then passed inside.

They became one.

Memories flashed through her, of a handsome man with sandy brown hair, wearing a warrior's training tunic. Then, heroic, knightly green over chain, and bearing a sword fit for a man, though he was yet in many ways still a boy (if mature enough where it counted).

Birds, great and strong enough to carry a whole person, soaring through the highest of skies. Laughter. Bodies rolling together in the quiet of night, in distant places.

Forest. Hill. Mountain. Cavern deep, even beneath the oceans depths, or among the clouds themselves, they came together again and again, joyously.

Her Knight.

Not yet a Champion, but the closest equivalent. She knew those eyes.

His eyes, blue and strong and fierce. There was an echo of them in Koyin's, Zelda realized, the same ferocious need to protect those they cared for. Were they related, in some way? It was possible. But along with the memories, came pleasure. A hundred thousand orgasms, all rolled into one searing moment of ecstasy, as the previous Zelda from ages long ago, and a land in the sky, became one with her.

Her world shattered again, and she climaxed harder than she could remember doing in this life. It may have seemed cliché, and the thought certainly seemed to pass by her repeatedly, but it was yet true. Her body experienced new heights of ecstasy on a regular basis, and this was no exception. Her orgasm was quiet, though incredibly intense, and she squirted what felt in the moment like literal gallons of fluid all over Koyin's face. The girl gobbled it up, or at least licked her lips of it, as Zelda looked down, gasping, wide-eyed herself. "S- Stop," she said weakly, her knees trembling.

Obediently, Koyin did, pulling the Screw free to let it fall to the now-rumpled cloak.

Zelda fell too, almost straddling the girl, and brought her in for a searing kiss. "I've never cum that hard," she whispered. "You did amazing."

"Th- Thank you," Koyin blushed.

Inside her, a kind face so like her own smiled in gratitude, and welcome, shared joy.

After that, things were a bit more awkward as the girl suddenly remembered Zelda was, in fact, the Princess of the land she ostensibly lived in, and she was just a ranch-girl.

Not that Zelda agreed with the opinion, but her objections didn't stop Koyin from muttering darkly, shame-faced, to herself while she hurried to get into the lake, wash her face, and swim to the far shore where her clothes still lay.

She'd even forgotten to tell Zelda goodbye, but somehow, the princess wasn't worried about that fact. Koyin's orgasm had been quite good, too, and no doubt she would be eager to repeat the experience. Next time, perhaps, they could even escalate things a bit further. That is, if her stomach would calm down. It was suddenly so nervous again, clenching and roiling, as she swam back across the lake in the other direction, dried herself, and then got dressed.

Zelda made it half-way back to Hateno proper, down the well-used road past the hillside windmills, when she first vomited.

She had just enough time to crawl a bit off the path, her body burbling and rebelling against itself, and remove her clothing again before her bowels shuddered, too.

But there was no feces.

Instead, Zelda vomited again at what she saw. It only made it worse.

Out of her anus, and her pussy, came blue, green, and pink eggs. Little ones, with two half-formed eyes, and on one end, tiny, tentacle-like pseudopods. She recognized them with horror after the first moment, but they did not stop coming.

She was literally shitting, and vomiting, Octorok eggs.

Out of all three major orifices, in fact.

And she couldn't stop. Zelda did not want them inside her, not...

Urp.

It was so disgusting, the thought only made her want to vomit more, to expel them from her body in every way possible.

What followed was the worst hour and a half of her life to date. Even worse than being gang-raped by Bokoblins, or a Yiga assassin.

When it was over, Zelda did not even have the strength to stomp on the foul, little, crawling things. All she could do was whimper and cry through already-salty streaks on her face as the little creatures mostly shriveled and died in the dry air. Some, she worried, would make it to water, or burrow in to the rich ground near woods, or worse.

But first, she had to get... had to get... help...

She wasn't quite conscious, her body too exhausted from the forced, well, labor, to hear the shouts of alarm as one of Hateno's residents noticed her body behind the bushes just off the trail, and call for help.