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Chap. 64: Gutpunch

Zelda sighed in bliss as her mouth separated slowly from Koyin's firm, moist lips. "Koyin," she whispered, "I…"

Caught up in the tender moment after an evening and long night of celebration, Zelda was eager to take her burgeoning relationship with the younger girl a little further. What exactly that meant, how much further, she could not have said. It wasn't even particularly sexual, though she felt a great deal of attraction for the young woman who had served as her bodyguard during the battle several days previous.

She was a little surprised, therefore, when Koyin suddenly stepped back, with her strong hand on Zelda's stomach, holding her away. "Stop."

Confused, Zelda felt herself take a half-step back. "O- Oh. Okay… I'm sorry, I thought you wanted-"

"I do," Koyin whispered, her voice sounding pained, "But I… I can't. Not now."

Even more confused, Zelda cocked her head to the side as her brow furrowed. She reached out for Koyin's waist, and asked, "What's happened? Why can't-"

But the girl pulled away, stepped further back, and even brought her spear up between them, though it was pointed at the canopy of the apple trees above them. "Princess… I can't. I like you, I do, but… but I can't."

"Why not?" Zelda whispered, as she felt the world crumbling around her.

Was there someone else?

Had she found out that Zelda had… had enjoyed what the Bokoblins were doing to her?

Did Koyin hate her?

"You left me," the girl whispered quietly, barely audible over the now-distant, diminishing sounds of revelry, or the early morning breeze in the trees around them. "You left me… you told me to protect you, to stay with you, and you left me."

It took the princess several seconds for her tired mind to come up with exactly what Koyin was talking about. Her screams of pain, of denial, of rage, as Zelda had given herself up. "I had to," she replied simply as her arms fell to her sides. "I didn't have a choice."

"You did," Koyin replied, and her fingers tightened on the spear shaft enough to make it creak, before she loosened them again, her strong jaw clenched with barely restrained emotion. "You could have kept fighting. The wall was the best defense we made. Even with more, we could've held. We could have fought. Instead, you… you sacrificed yourself."

"Yes," Zelda acknowledged quietly, "I sacrificed myself for the lives of everyone in Hateno. I sacrificed myself for you."

"I didn't ask you to!" Koyin suddenly shouted, "I would rather have fought! I was so scared, but I wanted to fight! I wanted to kill them all! They killed my friends, my family, and they could've killed you!"

"But they didn't," Zelda reminded her, forcing herself to stay quiet though her own anger was rising quickly now, "They were never going to kill me. The Calamity wouldn't allow it."

"They raped you," Koyin whimpered, her shoulders sagging, "And… and I couldn't stop them. I couldn't stop them, because you left."

Once again, Zelda reached for the girl, but her hand fell back half-way there when Koyin flinched. "I had to," she repeated quietly, "I did it for you. So they didn't do that to you, or the other women of Hateno. Better… better me, than all of you."

"I'd rather it was me than you!" Koyin shrieked, and the spear clattered to the soft earth of the orchard as Koyin fell to her knees, her face in her hands.

Zelda felt like she'd been punched in the stomach. Her whole world-view seemed to shift on its axis. Or maybe she was actually dizzy, the world truly spinning suddenly, as she swayed. Then she was on her knees too, and this time when her arms went out to circle Koyin's shoulders, she didn't shy away. "Oh, dear, dear Koyin… I'm so sorry I put you through that," she whispered as her own tears began to pepper the girl's thick brown hair. "I didn't… I didn't know it would hurt you so badly. I swear."

Nothing else was said for a long time. Perhaps even more than an hour, the two women wept together in the early morning. Very faint wisps of light at the edge of the mountains to the east were beginning to show, though Zelda knew dawn was still hours off. Koyin, she thought, had eventually fallen asleep in her lap as Zelda rested against one of the thicker apple trees.

"I hate it when you leave," Koyin whispered.

Or not.

"I'm sorry," Zelda told her just as softly, and pulled her closer. The night was chilly now, far from the now-banked party fires, "but I have to."

"I know. I still hate it."

"I suppose… that's a thing we will have to get used to, then. I can't not go. If… if Hyrule is to ever recover, if the Calamity is to be stopped… I am the only one that can do it."

Koyin shifted suddenly, turning her torso so that their breasts smashed together, and her nose just touched Zelda's slightly more pert one. "Promise me, then," she all-but growled, "Promise me that no- no matter how many times you must go, that you'll come back. I'll… I'll wait. I'll wait for you… but you have to come back. If… if you want me, that is. I know you're a Princess and I'm just some poor ranch girl, but I-"

Zelda kissed her again, and her lips moved against the other girl as she replied, "I'll always come back if I can. I promise. I… I really like you, Koyin. I don't want to leave you. I have to. But I'll always come back if I can."

She heard Koyin swallow, then nod. "That's… that's the best I'll get, isn't it?"

"It has to be," Zelda admitted.

Koyin closed her eyes, barely visible in the starlight through the trees, then nodded. "Alright. Then… then I'll wait. But, um… maybe we should go somewhere warmer? Not that you aren't, uh, r- really warm to have against me, but…"

"Oh, Hylia, I thought you'd never ask," Zelda giggled, "My backside is freezing!"

Zelda could feel her heart racing in her chest as her friend, her bodyguard, her… whatever they were to each other, now, shut the door of her bedroom behind her. Their hands had been in each other's for half an hour or more as they walked up to the home built by Koyin's grandfather. Conversation has been light, and both had been wary of the occasional low, murmuring voices of other party attendees as they drunkenly made their way home, or spent time in a more intimate way outdoors, protected only by the night.

She, at least, had a single weapon and Koyin's trusty spear. Even the Slate was currently at the Lab, being recharged more slowly.

But now that they were here, in Koyin's bedroom where she had once spent the night curled up around the shorter girl, her nerves were back full-force. Worse, in many ways, than they had been with Sagessa that first night at the Dueling Peaks Stable, or even with Thalla. Prima… well, she enjoyed being with the innkeeper's daughter, but there wasn't as much of an emotional connection there, and ultimately, both Thalla and Sagessa were prostitutes. They were employed to bring her release and physical pleasure, but while she liked the company of both, they weren't even truly friends.

Koyin, though…

"I'm so nervous," the girl murmured, "But I…"

"We don't have to do this," Zelda told her, anxiety bundling itself tighter around her stomach, "If you don't… we can just c- cuddle, like the other day."

Koyin shook her head violently enough for her slowly-loosening pigtails to whap against her cheeks once or twice, "N- No, I- I do want to. I…" She blushed, but looked straight up into Zelda's eyes with her hands clenched, "I've been… thinking about it, about y- you… for a while. I want to. If- if a Princess wants me, a-anyway."

Zelda's hand drifted up to the strong jaw, and she smiled, "Dear Koyin, I do. I don't want you to… think of me as a princess. I'm not, not really. Not anymore. I'm just a woman out in the world doing the best she can to help make it better. And… I do. I'm nervous, too."

"O- Oh," Koyin murmured as her eyes grew wide, but she leaned into Zelda's hand and even covered it with her own "Th- Then… there's no point in hesitating, r-right?"

"I suppose not."

"Don't laugh," Koyin whispered, then stepped back. The Princess thought anything but that was likely to happen as Koyin reached back for the strings that held her front apron together, then pulled. As it slithered down her front and onto the floor, the ranch-girl wasted no time in reaching down and pulling up her outer dress, though she left a lighter shirt and at least one layer of skirts on. Her eyes met Zelda's again as she rolled the long cloth in her hands, and her face turned scarlet. "You're staring."

"S- Sorry," Zelda chuckled, and blushed herself. "I like watching you."

"I'm not even that pretty," Koyin blushed harder and looked away, then bent to scoop up her apron. She carried both to the basket that was half-full of dirty laundry already, then pulled off her shirt and pushed two skirts down. Zelda gaped. Koyin's back was mostly blemish-free, but a long scar, or three of them to be exact, traced from her right shoulder half-way down and across her spine.

Koyin looked up at her noise, and followed Zelda's gaze. "O- Oh. Yeah… that was a Boko. Same one that killed Ma. T- Told you I wasn't pretty."

"But you are," Zelda exhaled, smiling a bit sadly, "I wish you could see it."

"But I'm all… stout. And I got a boy's face, and this scar-"

"We are made who we are by our scars," the princess whispered, and stepped up to the girl from behind, then rested her hands on Koyin's now-bare hips. She was pale there, tan only where the sun hit her frequently, but Zelda bent low to kiss the top of the scar, then stood to trace her fingers down it. "You are lovely."

"I'm also mighty embarrassed standing here like this when you've- you've still got everything on."

"Oh right," Zelda chuckled, "Let me remedy that."

She undressed efficiently, and smiled as she saw Koyin staring unabashedly back at her in turn. Knowing the sight of her appealed to Koyin was arousing in itself, but seeing how much it turned her on made a thrill of power and victory run down her back and between her legs, where it was added to the coiling, roiling heat there.

"Wowee," the younger girl exhaled. "Ah.. can… can I touch you? Is that okay?"

"Can you?" Zelda giggled softly, and reached out to take Koyin's hand, which she noticed was trembling slightly, in her own. "I'd love it. But let's go over to your bed."

"O- Oh, yes… that's good, the bed," Koyin murmured, sounding quite distracted. "I… bed. With you. Naked. Good…"

Zelda stopped. "We don't have to."

But the girl's eyes were desperate, pleading, as the flashed up to her face, "Please! I… I really want to."

Slowly, a smile spread over Zelda's face. "You want to what, Koyin? Tell me."

The girl swallowed. "I… I want to b-be with you. To, um… to have… uh… l- l- lay. With you. Goodness, I can't believe I just said that!"

"I think it's cute you did," Zelda giggled, then stepped closer, "But yes, Koyin… you can touch me. I want what you want. Touch me… and I'll touch you."

Koyin swallowed, but nodded. Her hand came up, and Zelda shivered as the ranch-calloused fingers and palm closed around her left breast. She felt her nipples harden under the girl's touch with just that, and she exhaled in relief of tension she did not know she had been feeling. "Mm…"

"Soft," Koyin whispered, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open somewhat.

She was, too, Zelda noticed at once. Koyin was, if anything, a fair bit better-endowed than Zelda herself. Nothing like Paya or Purah, but more than Prima despite being five years or so younger, and quite a bit more than Sagessa, who was closer to Zelda's own size. Her hand covered only about half the surface area, she thought, but that meant there was enough padding she could dig her fingers in a little as the girl's buds hardened too. "You've beautiful breasts," Zelda told her honestly, staring intently at the dusky brown areolae and nipple she could see.

"You as well," Koyin replied. "Can- Can I… suckle?"

Zelda pulled away first, but only to move to sit sideways on the bed with one foot on the floor and the other beneath her. "You can… but I'll return the favor after. It's a bit awkward to do that together, I think. At least, at the same time."

The girl only nodded, and still her face burned as she joined the princes, mirroring her position. She leaned in hesitantly with her weight on one arm, and Zelda grabbed hold of her right plait as it fell between them, mostly to have a reason to tug the girl closer. "Go ahead, Koyin."

"But… won't it hurt?"

"Does it hurt when you play with them yourself?"

"W- Well, n- not rightly, no, but… I remember my Ma always complained about my brother biting her."

"I'm not biting, if you won't," Zelda chuckled, "but a little bit of teeth just lightly is… interesting."

Koyin nodded, then leaned in further. Zelda sighed and arched her chest toward the girl as she felt her hot breath against the soft, pale skin. "A- Ah… ooh, Koyin… that feels quite nice."

"Rheefee?"

"Oh, yes," she chuckled, and her hand slid up and around the girl's shoulder from her plait to rest at the back of her head, urging her closer. "Mm… very nice. Ah… swirl your tongue around it… that's a good girl."

If Koyin blushed at being called that, Zelda thought it would be impolitic, at the very least, to call her out on it. Instead, she let herself revel in the sensation of Koyin's inexperienced but eager tongue as it lashed over her own pink, swollen bud. After several minutes, Koyin switched to the other side, but kept going even longer, until Zelda felt the heat in her core nearly boiling over. "S- Stop, dear, stop," she finally gasped, "If you don't stop we won't be fair… I was about to climax."

"Climax?" Koyin asked, confused, as her glistening face was revealed when she sat back up.

"Climax, orgasm… I was about to finish," Zelda told her, breathing rapidly, "I'm fairly sensitive, I suppose, after… well, everything."

"I'm still not sure what you mean," Koyin told her. "Wasn't it… good?"

"It was grand," the princess promised her, "almost too good. My turn though, yes? And… wait, you haven't orgasmed?"

Koyin only shrugged, "Not sure what that is, like I've said."

Zelda blinked, and looked down. Koyin's full breasts sagged just a bit, which made sense given their size, and between her open legs was a thick swatch of brown fur… had she never…? "Don't you… you know, touch yourself?"

"S- Some," the girl replied, blushing and looking toward the door, "I don't… I mean, yeah. Doesn't everyone?"

"I think so, even if they won't admit it," Zelda assured her, "and there's no reason to be ashamed, Koyin. When you do… doesn't it feel good?"

"Of course. Why would I keep doin' it if it didn't?"

"That's… a good point. But when you get done, isn't it usually, you know, better? More intense?"

This time, Zelda was genuinely confused and surprised by Koyin's shrug. "Honest to Hylia, I usually just feel… frustrated, I guess is the word? Pent up more? Sleep usually does the trick after. Not always, but usually."

Zelda forced herself to remain calm. This was a problem for Koyin… or had been. Now, though, it was an opportunity. At least, if she played her cards right. She pushed Koyin down and to the side, grinning as the girl yelped with the sudden change in attitude, though she bounced on the feathery-soft mattress. "P- Princess…?"

"You, dear Koyin, are in for a treat," she whispered, "You've made me feel very good… now I'm going to return the favor. Just relax, Koyin. Trust me."

"I- I do, I only- oh! Oh! Oh, my!"

Zelda had started slowly, but she could not have guessed based on Koyin's reactions. Her breasts moved and swayed under the adventurer's sure fingers, jiggled and compressed as she pawed… but mostly the blonde focused on the circles around her nipples, because every time she pinched one of the swollen bits, Koyin jumped. "You're so sensitive," she giggled.

"Ah! Ah!"

For several minutes, all Koyin could do was stare up at her, wide-eyed, panting, as Zelda entertained herself by groping and pawing at her copious, soft tits. "The menfolk of the village must be drooling every time you walk by," she murmured, "because your breasts are spectacular… I love them. I can't wait to taste…"

"N- Noo….. too much," Koyin whimpered.

Zelda didn't listen.

She had sucked on both Sagessa and Prima's breasts before, and thoroughly enjoyed the feel of their nipples between her soft lips, but most of what Zelda enjoyed was how much she knew Koyin was enjoying it. Hearing her moan, her young, nubile body, so firm but voluptuous in the best of places, writhed under her mouth, her hands…

It was thrilling. Arousing. Enticing. So many words, all of which led to a single conclusion: Zelda wanted more, and she wanted it now.

She would have loved to say or even think something romantic, but all Zelda could taste was skin. Lovely, beautiful, soft skin in some places, and firm, almost cock-hard in others, but it was still skin. She wasn't complaining though, because the moment Zelda's lips closed around Koyin's right teat, the girl gasped and sighed, and clutched her head closer on instinct, too.

"Oh! Oh, oh! Oh, Hylia!"

"Ssh," Zelda hissed, "We might not be alone in the house," before she went back to work.

She started suckling again, and her partner did quiet, but only so much. Only so far. The gasps and half-strangled cries of pleasure continued.

Slowly, Zelda kissed her way downward, her fingers now pinching and rolling the nipples to keep Koyin's pleasure mounting, while her other hand traced light lines across each curve and valley of the ranch-girl's toned, worker's body. Eventually, she reached the thick thatch of curled brown hair, and paused for a moment. She had already known just from the ears that Koyin was not a pure-blooded Hylian. There were not many left these days, she was sure. Pointed ears were still common, fully round less so, but not many had ears like her own.

The fact that the girl's pussy was half-covered with more above it was further proof. Not that Zelda really cared. It was worth it, just from the scent… sweaty, tangy, salty…

Divine.

The girl was drenched already, proof Zelda was truly pleasing her as much as her not-so-subtle noises were indicating, which meant there was plenty for the horny princess to lap up from the start. Her tongue parted Koyin's tender folds eagerly, delving into nooks and crevices she knew that no one had ever tasted, and likely only Koyin's fingers had touched since she was a babe.

"I could do this for days, weeks," Zelda moaned into the girl's groin, "you are so delicious…"

"Oh… oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Hylia, I'm- Pr- Some- something's happening!"

She should have expected a fast orgasm, honestly, with the build-up already and knowing that she'd never climaxed before. But Zelda only murmured, "Relax, my love, just let it happen. That's the climax- you haven't felt anything, yet!"

Zelda felt Koyin's strong fingers clench in her hair, pulling, tugging her closer, this way, that, pushing her back… her hips swiveled and pulsed against Zelda's face, more and more tart-sweet fluid met her tongue, her lips, dribbled down her chin. Then Koyin's thighs seized around her long ears almost-painfully, her hips bucked twice, her back arched into the air, and a scream rent the air.

Not long, but high, as Koyin experienced the first true orgasm of her life.

Two seconds after it passed, or at least lessened to the point where the girl's body collapsed back onto the old, soft mattress, the door burst open. "Koyin!" a masculine voice cried out with alarm, "Is it Bokoblins?! Back, back you-"
Silence.

"Oh. Uh… s- Sorry. I'll just, um, l- leave you to it…"

The door shut.

Zelda's eyes closed, more amused than embarrassed, as Koyin released her.

She looked up between the gravity-flattened mounds of her new lover's chest. "Well, I think we don't need to tell your father about us."

Koyin's face was as red as any beet for some reason Zelda didn't have to struggle to guess, but a moment later, perhaps because of the rush of pleasure-related chemicals flooding her brain, she started laughing hysterically. Zelda could only join in.

The cat, as they say, was already out of the bag there.