Authors Notes: This is my first time writing this sort of story. Also, this is for adults ONLY. Adults. And I hope you enjoy. And if let me know what you think. If you think I should do more, I will. If not let me know and I will stop.

Zelda's 18th birthday

The sun had set over Hyrule, casting a serene twilight across the kingdom. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the scent of blossoming flowers and the distant hum of cicadas. Zelda stood on the balcony of her chambers, her heart filled with a sense of peace and accomplishment. Today was her 18th birthday, and it had been a day of celebration and renewal. Peace had finally been restored to Hyrule, and the remnants of the guardians lay silent, their once formidable presence now a testament to their victory.

Link appeared at the doorway, his presence steady and reassuring. He had been her constant companion, her protector, and her confidant. His blue eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and something deeper that she couldn't quite place.

"Zelda," he called softly, his voice a gentle caress. "I've been looking for you."

She turned to face him, a smile lighting up her features. "Link," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "It's been a wonderful day, hasn't it? To see our kingdom at peace... it feels like a dream."

Link nodded, stepping closer. "It does. And it's all because of you. Your wisdom, your courage... you've led us to this moment."

Zelda blushed, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "I couldn't have done it without you, Link. You've been by my side through it all. I am forever grateful."

Link reached out, taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, his fingers rough from years of battle, yet his grip was gentle. "Zelda, there's something I want to show you. Will you come with me?"

Curiosity sparked in her eyes. "Of course," she said, allowing him to lead her from the balcony.

They walked through the quiet halls of the castle, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors. The journey was familiar, yet tonight it felt different, charged with an unspoken anticipation. Link led her to her chambers, where the door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, revealing a room softly illuminated by candles and the gentle glow of the hearth.

"Link, what is this?" Zelda asked, her voice tinged with wonder.

He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "A celebration. For you, my dear… Zelda. For everything you've done. For us. For me."

"For you?"

"Yes. This is my gift to you…"

Zelda's heart swelled with emotion. "Link, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to," he interrupted gently. "You deserve this and more. Tonight is about you, about us."

He led her to the center of the room, where a small table was set with her favorite foods and a bottle of fine Noble Pursuit, the kind of Gerudo drink when in celebration. Zelda's eyes widened in delight. "Link, this is perfect."

Link poured them each a glass of the pursuit, handing one to Zelda. "To you, Zelda. To your strength, your tenacity…. To your…."

"My?"

"…Your heart."

"…My heart?"

"Yes, and now it must… be filled. Worthy of a princess."

Zelda blushed and Link grabbed her by her hand ever so tenderly.

Zelda smiled again at his warm touch, her eyes misting with unshed tears. "And to you, Link. For being my rock, my protector, and my friend."

They clinked glasses, the soft chime resonating in the quiet room. They sipped the wine, the rich flavor warming them from the inside. Link set his glass down, stepping closer to Zelda. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

"Zelda," he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion. "There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

Zelda's breath caught in her throat. "What is it, Link?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers. "I... I've loved you for as long as I can remember. Through every battle, every challenge, my feelings for you have only grown stronger. You are everything to me. I may have lost all my memories, but this is the one true thing I do remember and that is you…"

Zelda's heart pounded in her chest, her eyes filling with tears. "Oh, Link... I… I always…. You've been my strength, my hope. I can't imagine my life without you."

Link shushed her lips with his fingers before she could utter a syllable…Link's eyes shone with relief and joy. "Zelda," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you have me?"

Zelda nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Yes, Link. Yes, a thousand times yes. The legend says I love you and yet, I don't need it. I never have."

He pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts beating as one. When they finally pulled apart, Zelda rested her forehead against his, a contented smile on her lips.

"Happy birthday, Zelda," Link murmured, his voice a soft caress.

"It's the happiest birthday I've ever had," she replied, her eyes shining with love basking in his gentle, reserved kisses over her neck. "Thank you, Link. For everything."

He kissed her again, his hands gently cradling her face. "Tonight is just the beginning, Zelda. Our journey together has only just begun."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the future stretched out before them, filled with promise and hope. They had faced countless challenges, but now, together, they were ready to face whatever came next.

And in that moment, in the quiet warmth of her chambers, Zelda knew that she had everything she had ever wanted. Peace in Hyrule, and the love of the man who had stood by her side through it all.

The room was filled with the warm, flickering light of the hearth, casting long shadows that danced across the stone walls. The full moon outside bathed everything in a silvery glow, adding a touch of magic to the intimate scene. Zelda stood by the fire, her heart pounding with anticipation, her body tingling with a mix of excitement and arousal.

Link approached her with a fierce, determined look in his eyes, a look that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She had shared her deepest fantasies with him that night over an hour of discussion, and now, he was about to make them a reality. Though immersed by embarrassment by her deepest secrets revealed he didn't laugh them off as she half expected, but different, he just gave her a look of understanding across the room. He knew as if he always knew.

Link tore his tunic top off, shirtless, his muscular form bathed in the flickering light. The sweat of his skin was like a nectar she would wish to taste, if given the chance. If only there was a chance to.

The play of shadows and light over his chiseled chest and abdomen made him look almost otherworldly, his skin glowing with a warm, inviting hue. The scent of him was

intoxicating-an enticing blend of the outdoors, faint hints of sandalwood, and the unique, subtle musk of his skin. He carried the scent of the forest with him—pine needles, damp earth, a hint of fresh rain, and the ruggedness of a warrior.

The thought alone was enough to make her breath quicken, her body responding with a rush of heat and wetness. Though she did her best to hide it. Zelda stood before Link, her heart pounding with anticipation and excitement, her body tingling with arousal.

With a teasing smile, Zelda began to slowly undress, her movements graceful and deliberate. She reached for the straps of her undergarments, her fingers lightly brushing against her skin. The fabric was a soft, pale blue, almost translucent, clinging to her curves and accentuating her feminine form. As she pulled the straps down over her shoulders, Link's eyes were riveted to her every move, his breath catching in his throat.

Zelda's skin glowed in the firelight, a soft, creamy hue that looked almost ethereal. The delicate lace of her undergarments clung to her, the fabric damp with her arousal. He could see ever outline as she tantalizingly teased her. The scent of her excitement filled the air, a sweet, musky aroma that was both intoxicating and irresistible. It reminded Link of ripe peaches and fresh morning dew, a perfect blend of innocence and sensuality.

As she slid the straps down further, her breasts were gradually revealed, the soft, round curves glistening with a light sheen of perspiration. Her nipples were hard and erect, perky and straining against the lace, a clear sign of her arousal. Each breath she took made her chest rise and fall, the movement mesmerizing and deeply erotic.

Link's body reacted instantly, his arousal hardening and throbbing with need. There was no more resistance. All vestige of knightlihood departed him. He could feel himself leaking slightly, the wetness adding to the intensity of his desire. His eyes were dark with lust, his hands trembling with the effort of holding back, wanting to let her take the lead in this dance of seduction.

Zelda's smile grew more mischievous as she let the undergarments slip further, revealing more of her smooth, pale skin. The fabric clung to her lower intimate parts, damp and soiled with her arousal. As she pulled, the slick moist clang to them and he savored the vision of it.

The scent grew stronger, a potent mix of sweetness and desire of honey that made his head spin. The delicate blue lace was now darkened in places, the wetness a visible testament to her desire. Her golden pussy just within arm's reach and it took everything in his soldier not to.

With a slow, teasing motion, she slid the fabric completely down over her hips, her fingers brushing against her slick, sensitive skin. The sight of her, so aroused and exposed, was almost too much for Link to bear. As the undergarments fell to the floor, Zelda stood before him completely bare, her body a vision of pure, seductive beauty. Of pure royalty. A forbidden apple to be plucked and it was his job to protect her. But could he now?

She turned, bending over slightly, her bottom swaying and wiggling in a tantalizing display. The firelight cast a warm glow over her skin, highlighting the delicate curves and the soft sheen of her arousal. Her intimate parts were glistening, the slickness catching the light and making her look like a goddess of desire. The folds of her skin were delicate and pink, the scent of her arousal filling the air with a sweet, infatuating aroma that made Link's mouth water.

As she swayed side to side, her breasts moved with her, the soft, round mounds bouncing slightly with each movement. The sight was both innocent and incredibly naughty, her playful teasing driving him wild with need. Her skin, a soft, creamy hue, looked almost luminescent in the firelight, every curve and line accentuated by the warm glow. Zelda looked back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his with a playful, inviting smile. "Do you like what you see?" she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement and desire. Her smile was a perfect blend of innocence and seduction, a silent promise of the pleasures to come.

His hands moved to the fallen hem of her skirt, reaching it from the floor nestled between her feet, deliberately, exposing the milky skin of her thighs. The fabric rustled softly, the sound adding to the anticipation. She could feel the cool air against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body. The scent of her arousal was strong, a sweetness the likes he couldn't even hope to describe, aroma that filled the air, making his head spin with desire as he watched.

Link's hands roamed over her thighs, his touch firm and possessive. He could feel the slight dampness of her skin, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed under his fingers. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked at her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of her, so exposed and vulnerable, so eager and willing, drove him wild with need.

The undergarments were pale blue, now soiled and damp with her arousal. The scent was intoxicating, a potent mix of sweetness and musk that filled the room. Link brought the damp fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply, the smell driving him to the edge of his control. It was a scent that was both innocent and incredibly erotic, a testament to her deep, primal need. She wanted him, and he knew it. Whatever soldier was there vanished. This was now a man….her man.

Zelda's body quivered with anticipation, her legs spreading slightly in a silent invitation. The feel of the cool air against her exposed, slick skin was a stark contrast to the heat of her arousal. Her lady parts glistened in the firelight, the slickness catching the light, making her look like a goddess of desire.

Link's eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail. Her smooth, pale skin, the delicate curves of her body, the way her wetness glistened in the firelight. He could feel his arousal throbbing with need, the sight of her driving him wild. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "All mine."

His hands moved to her hips, gripping them firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He positioned himself behind her, his arousal pressing against her slick entrance. The sensation was & whelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal. She let out a soft, desperate moan, the sound echoing off the stone walls.

With a playful, seductive smile, she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against his arousal. Her touch was gentle but insistent, her movements slow and deliberate. She stroked him with a practiced ease, as if she always knew how and he liked it. Her fingers wrapping around his hard sword, his best sword, feeling the throbbing heat of his desire.

Link's body responded instantly, his hips lifting slightly to meet her touch, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. The sight of her, so eager and willing, her face still glistening with his release, drove him wild with need. His arousal throbbed in her hand, the slickness of her touch heightening the intensity of the sensation. His cock now embraced by her, the one he so desperately loved, was at her mercy.

Zelda moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her fingers sliding up and down his length, her touch both teasing and insistent. She leaned in, her face bowing low, lips brushing against his tip, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. The flavor was intoxicating, a potent mix of salt and sweet that made her crave more.

As she continued to stroke him, her other hand moved to her own body, her fingers slipping between her legs to touch herself. She was wet and slick with desire, the heat of her arousal almost overwhelming. The scent of her excitement grew stronger, mingling with the earthy aroma of the fire, her rich Gerudo perfume and the tangent scent of their combined passion.

Link's eyes were dark with lust as he watched her, he was on the verge of transforming, to a darker version that he never knew, the sight of her touching herself while she stroked him almost too much to bear. Her body swayed slightly, her petite, yet beautiful, pristine, breasts bouncing with each movement, the firelight casting a warm glow over her skin. Her nipples were hard and erect, a testament to her arousal, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps.

Link looked into Zelda's eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of tenderness and raw desire. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. Her lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as she felt the heat of his body next to hers.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want you….I…I need you."

Zelda's eyes darkened with lust as she heard his words. She felt a deep, primal hunger stirring within her, a need to be filled by him once more. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue teasing and exploring his mouth. The taste of him, mingled with desire was intoxicating. They kissed like wild wolves in heat. Bound for one another as they were always meant to. Their spit marrying and breaking with each hitched breath between.

She pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Then take me, Link," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Take all of me….I've always been yours."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she turned onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. The firelight cast a warm glow over her back, highlighting the delicate curves of her body. Her bottom, ever so pretty to him and cute, swayed slightly, teasing him, inviting him with a seductive glow. The sight was both innocent and incredibly naughty, her playful teasing driving him wild with need. He could see every ripple of her delicate skin and every curve, his own personal poison, a drug.

Link's hands gripped her hips, his touch firm and possessive. The sight of her, so exposed and vulnerable, yet so eager and willing, was almost too much to bear. He positioned himself behind her, his arousal pressing against her slick entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal. She let out a soft, breathless moan, the feeling of him filling her completely almost too much to bear.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that left her gasping for breath. The sensation was intense, every nerve in her body alive with pleasure. She could feel him deep inside her, filling her completely, his arousal stretching her, claiming her.

Zelda's thoughts were consumed by the feeling, the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so completely. She craved more, needed more, her body responding with a desperate, insistent hunger. "Yes, Link," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "Take me… harder…"

Link's response was immediate, his thrusts growing faster, more intense. He gripped her hips tighter, his movements quickly evolving barbaric and possessive, his need driving him to ravage her completely. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of raw, primal lust. Zelda moaned and Link bit down like a wild wolf.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left her trembling, her mind a blur of desire. She could feel him filling her completely, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, the feeling of being taken so completely almost too much to bear.

Her body quivered with each thrust, her muscles tensing and relaxing with the rhythm of his movements. The feel of him, hot and hard inside her, was a sensation she would never tire of. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal.

"Link… I'm so close…" she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "Yes,Link," her voice moaned with a purr softly like a cat. Trembling with need.

"Take me... harder..."

His response was immediate, his thrusts growing more forceful, his grip on her hips tightening.

Link's response was a low, guttural moan, his hands gripping her hips tighter, driving her closer to the edge. The sight of her, her body quivering beneath him, her head thrown back in ecstasy, was almost too much to bear.

With a final, desperate thrust, Link climaxed, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure, her body shaking with each wave of ecstasy. She could feel the heat of him inside her, the slickness of their combined arousal, the way their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left them both trembling and breathless, their minds a blur of desire and ecstasy.

The room was filled with the warm glow of the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Zelda lay next to Link, their bodies intertwined, breaths mingling. Her skin was flushed with the aftermath of their intense encounter, glistening with a sheen of sweat that caught the firelight. The scent of their combined arousal hung in the air, a heady mix of sweetness and musk that filled their senses and heightened their desire.

As they lay entwined, the door to the room creaked open, and two of Link's most trusted guards entered. His best friends, to her surprise, but was he surprised? Their presence, unexpected and commanding, added a new layer of tension and excitement to the room. Zelda's eyes widened in initial shock, almost a primal fear, a mixture of surprise, instinctive fear and intrigue flickering across her face. A soft blush spread across her cheeks, a delicate pink that made her look even more alluring.

Link looked at Zelda, a silent wondering in his eyes. She didn't know what to do and was frozen as she lay in bed. All she could do was nod slightly, her lips parting in a breathless smile that took a thousand years to do. What was happening, and was this a dream? Was any of it real or was it all a fantasy and at any moment would she wake up?