So a little note for those who didn't know, on ArchiveOfOurOwn this story gets updated on the weekends so the updates do come faster there. Its a bit harder for me to update on here considering I use my phone for this.

Anyway, I hope you alll enjoy this!

"So you really expect me to believe that His Majesty, King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule, is allowing me to go mate with his daughter, the Crown Princess of Hyrule?"

"Yes."

"But he won't let me go rut in my room by myself."

"Precisely."

"Just how dickbrained do you think I am?" He exclaimed incredulously, shocked at the ridiculousness of the excuse they used.

Shortly after being escorted away from his post by his sulking captain and grinning General, he'd found himself locked in a room with the two, along with Lady Impa seated in a chair, a frustrated huff of air leaving her when he entered the room.

Link wondered quietly how long she'd been in a bad mood for, and if he had anything to do with it, which he was sure he probably had.

Shortly afterwards, the General had sat him down and explained that King Rhoam had changed his mind and wanted to be generous to the Hero who worked so hard for the kingdom; a wish or a desire to have his daughter well taken care of in her time of need, as per doctor's orders.

Link didn't buy it for one second.

"What kind of fucked up trap are you trying to get me into?" Link deadpanned, studying the general's expression for anything that might give away his nefarious plans. The more he stared, the more he only saw honesty and pure unadulterated joy like a child in a candy store. "This is a test, I know it is."

And while he knew he was running on his rut hormones, even he knew that this plan had flaws. In all his years as the Princess' knight, did General Lance really think he wasn't aware of the amount of shit he'd get into if the King ever found out he'd been improper with the Princess? Especially if it was found out that he'd bedded the Princess for an entire week with little to no rest…

Link could only imagine the rage and he preferred the idea to remain in his imagination indefinitely.

"Believe us when we say there is no test. This is not a trial of your honour or self-restraint." Lance told him earnestly. "As General, my only desire is to ensure the best care for Her Royal Highness."

"Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?" he cocked a brow and looked suspiciously at his superior. He restrained the urge to grit his teeth. His Princess' well being was his responsibility, not the General's.

"She calls for you and only you." If Lance caught the twitch of Link's ear, he didn't say anything, instead masking a smile. "Lady Purah has told us so."

Well Purah wouldn't lie about that. Then again…you can never be too sure with her…

"And you know exactly how this works, don't you, alpha?" Link caught the shift in the vocal tone of his superior and narrowed his eyes. Was he trying to manipulate him? His mind ran rapidly through reasons he could have for trying to get them in bed together. Power seemed unlikely as he and Link were not close, and he couldn't think of anything else. Link didn't hold the political influence Lance wielded, so manipulating Link into doing something wouldn't fare well for him, and he knew that Zelda didn't listen or speak with him either.

Is he trying to get rid of me?! It was a possibility.

"Link, I miss you." He could hear Zelda's voice ringing sweetly in his ears, a siren's song tugging at something deep within. "You'll take care of me, won't you?"

"I won't fall for whatever trap this is, Lance! I'm not falling for it." Link snapped, the three others in the room flinching at the suddenness of his reactions. "I'm not doing it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a post to return to." Link huffed angrily, trying to take a deep breath. "I don't know what game you think you're playing, but I want no part of it."

"Fair enough if you refuse." Lance leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, stretching his arms behind him. "I did think you'd want to, seeing as you two are so close to each other, but I understand."

Link found himself surprised at how easily he let it slide. "Thank you."

Swinging his hands forward and slapping his knee, he stood up and grabbed his beret from the table, smiling at the knight and Impa before choosing to speak once again. "While you're at it, if you see Razan, would you mind sending him to me please?"

"Razan? Why him? What business do you have with a court poet exactly?" He tried to keep a lid on the fire that kindled in his hands by clenching his fists repetitively, but found no comfort in doing so.

"Oh well you've refused to join Her Royal Highness and Razan was our next option. They are on quite good terms-"

Razan. Court poet Razan. The man who openly sang flatteries to Zelda in front of the entire kingdom. The Sheikah who described her hair as fields of endless gold and eyes brighter than emeralds blessed by the goddesses. The alpha who insisted on accompanying and playing ballads to her on days where rain stopped her from going to the fields.

His hands slammed on the table in front of the Captain and the General as his anger burned fiercely in his eyes. "It's me or it's no one!" He growled out, letting the fire in his blood burn at the thought of another man, him, touching his princess, his Zelda.

"More, please!" Great Goddess, if anyone but him ever heard her voice as needy as it had been that afternoon, he was sure he was going to go insane. And if that anyone was Razan… Well the poet better hope he never finds out.

"So you've changed your mind?"

"If he so much as thinks about her in such a way, he's dead."

"Perfect!" Link's face froze the moment the words came out, realisation dawned on him faster than he could say his own name. The General shouldn't have been this happy with that sort of outburst, especially a death threat. As if he'd dunked his head in a bath of ice water, the flames quelled in an instant.

I fell right into that one…

When Link returned to Zelda's room and opened the door, he was greeted by the overwhelmingly large wave of pheromones that slapped him in the face, causing a first very light dizzy spell and, for a short moment, he wondered if they had opened a window at all since she'd started her heat, the air thick as he tried not to take a deep breath in.

Oh the things she must have done all day while he stood on the other side of that door were tantalising to think about. While whatever spell Impa had used on her room prevented him from hearing most of what was going on inside the room, he'd heard parts of her whimpers and it had been increasingly difficult to tear him away from it.

"Look at that Zelly, Linky's finally here." His attention snapped back to see his princess sitting on her bed, with a thin layer of sweat decorating her skin. The blankets and pillows had been pushed aside, and he noted the few items that weren't her belongings in the mix, such as his cloak and, surprisingly, his champion's tunic.

How did she get that… Not that he minded at all, she could have all his stuff if she asked. He loved the thought that, out of all the items she could have chosen for a nest, these were the only ones that didn't belong to her. He pushed the thought aside as Purah hopped off the Princess' bed and made her way past him to the door.

"Good luck Linky, she's insatiable!" He got a rough pat against the shoulder from the laughing Sheikah and she quickly left the room, locking it from the outside and leaving them to their privacy.

Insatiable? His Zelda was insatiable? His lip curled, knowing he would be having his fun with such important knowledge.

"What took you so long?" She pouted, but stayed in her spot, surrounded by the random assortment of things.

Your dumbass of a father is what.

It took him no time at all to shrug out of his terribly stiff uniform, knowing he probably wouldn't be needing that either.

Her eyes beckoned him closer, to join her on the bed where she was timidly attempting to cover herself with her arms and a small blanket. Her face flushed a deep pink while her eyes looked at him through half lidded lashes, the green irises mesmerising.

Absolute minx. He'd never seen anything look so tempting.

"Why are you just standing there? Come here." He obeyed without thinking, her voice carrying a different kind of confidence, an air that tugged at his desires directly.

Zelda hadn't even waited until Link was on her bed to grab his wrist when he walked within range. She made quick work to pin him down on her bed, pushing aside the blanket and crashing her lips against his with an intensity he'd never known from her.

"How far are we going?" She asked, her chest heaving with every breath she took before returning to his lips greedily.

With Zelda on him so intensely, her tongue pleasantly dominant in his mouth, he struggled to give her an answer, barely passing one word between each of the heavy kisses. "Only as far as you want."

When she finally pulled away from him, he could see her eyes overshadowed by her darkened pupils, predatory towards him. Her skin flushed pink from her face down to her bare breasts and he imagined further down as well.

"Link… I-I've never done something like this before." She confessed quietly, the subtle tremble in her voice giving away her nerves.

Sex. Mating. With Link. It was all too new to her and the ideas spun in her head. She'd heard of asking for someone's help to purely get off without the need for sex itself, the only need for the person would be to assist, but she found that she wanted to do more than just simple touching with Link, she just didn't know how to approach the request.

"Zel, forget about what everyone's told you about this, okay?" His voice was soft, gentle and caring. His hands came up to hold her face, fingers brushing her cheeks tenderly. "It's just you and me." He murmured to her. In his eyes, she only found kindness and hints of worry.

She wondered if he'd ever done this before. Has he ever been with someone apart from her? He didn't seem nervous, but she knew he was also skilled at hiding his nerves.

She found herself leaning into his mouth again with a gentle fervour and accepting the eager response from her partner; his soft lips moved with her at a comfortable pace, with just enough dominance to give her a chance to stop or pick things up, and soft enough to tell her his intentions at the moment weren't to mindlessly claim her.

His hands continued to caress her cheeks, eventually coming to rest at the base of her jaw and ghosting her sensitive neck. His gentle touches were enough to have her hyper aware of the faintest of contact, "Lean against me," he murmured into her ear. He let her stiffly readjust herself so that her back was against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around her stomach. "Let me help you."

Through the palpitations of her heart taking over her hearing, she nodded timidly and let him kiss down her neck. Heat rose to her skin with every wet touch of his lips against her neck, each sitting languidly on the spot before moving down an inch and repeating the process while his hands embraced her gently, roaming around her waist and caressing against her stomach.

Soft sighs left her lips with every new kiss and new graze until a sudden gasp over took her. Heat calmed her trembles instantly as Link reached the base of her neck, nuzzling soft against her skin, hot breath tickling the small baby hairs of her nape.

"Link…" She gasped out, moving her hair out of the way to allow him more space. Taking the chance to explore her neck, she let him eagerly kiss and lap at the spot, basking in the wondrous sensations invading her senses. Her trembles and worries forgotten, she craned her neck into his touches, desperate for more. She could feel his tongue slowly glide and tease her, coaxing the breathless sighs from her lips.

"I've got you, don't worry." she bit her tongue to stop more sounds from escaping, the vibrations of his words against her sending shivers down her back and to her core.

With his attention on her neck and shoulders, his hands continued to glide across her skin, gently prodding her flesh with his fingers, appreciating every curve, every inch of soft inch of her body, but never once did he go for her breasts or her throbbing sexe.

"I need more…" The words were soft and needy as she let her eyes close, the soft pleasure coursing through her body being a welcome new experience. The heat that pooled in her stomach and chest only grew with every moment as if she was growing feverish. More please.

As if he'd heard her thoughts, his hands took their sweet time travelling from her navel to her breasts, his hands still appreciating every bit of flesh possible. A silent breath escaped her mouth when his hands finally came up onto her breast, squeezing the small mounds with care.

She was growing warm, too warm, she couldn't stop thinking. The throbbing between her legs overtook her mind and she tried to desperately rub her thighs together, aching for any friction or contact to ease the silent pain.

"Please…" His fingers began playing with her nipples, rubbing and rolling them between his index and thumb, only causing the heat and her desire to touch herself to grow. His mouth was still on her neck, warming her skin as he hummed to her request. "I beg of you, Link."

She hadn't meant to sound so desperate, but she found no satisfaction in rubbing her legs together. She needed something there to ease the heavy beat.

It was only when one of his hands moved lower that she gripped his leg eagerly. "Touch me, alpha, please." She moaned out, as his first touch sent sparks through her system.

He played her like a musician; listening attentively to the tones of her moans and the pitch in her voice and, working with his new information, his fingers prodded and pressured her opening, the soaked folds and her swollen clit with ease.

When she had tried with her own fingers earlier that day, she'd found shallow relief, the lack of warmth she craved. The toys in the bin couldn't compare to his tongue moving diligently on her neck nor could her fingers press and play with her nipples the way his rough over-worked hands did.

Zelda found herself swimming in her head, her body following quickly behind as her lover continued whispering sweet nothings into her ear, silent praises given the more vocal she became. Her begs and pleads tumbled from her lips faster than she could register it, pushing Link to go faster until finally, her body tensed hard.

"Let go for me." The hot whisper to her ear had her nails scraping his thigh and her head throwing back against his shoulder, a cry escaping her lips when she finally hit her peak.

She didn't lie there very long, she was acutely aware of Link's eyes watching and studying her. She was sure she looked like a mess, hair frazzled and face flushed but she didn't care. He was probably admiring his handiwork.

"Are you alright?" Damn his chuckle and handsome face. She nodded quietly and tried to push herself up, but found that his arms came to wrap around her waist, keeping her snug against him.

"You can let me go now." She mumbled, unsure of why he was doing that.

"I quite like you here," he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck again, causing her to let out a quiet giggle. "You're cute like this."

"Really? You're going to give me an orgasm and then call me cute?"

"Nothing will ever stop me from calling you cute, even if you were blowing me."

"Well aren't you vulgar today."

Zelda wasn't quite sure how long they lay in the middle of her perfectly arranged pillows and belongings. Link had teased her once or twice about taking his cloak and tunic hostage and she had simply turned her face away with a huff and the abundantly clear message that she would fully intend on repeating it, the blush creeping up her cheeks and ears a clear sign to him.

He didn't complain, far from it actually. She saw the way he had practically glowed with pride when he had first seen his belongings there, one of the items of the makeshift nest she had made with the limited supplies she had on hand. Most of her favourite things were in her study tower, halfway across the castle. She wondered if she could attach a note to the tray of snacks Purah had left for her, asking if she could fetch a couple of things.

When her eyes drifted to the items on the tray, she found that her friend had brought her various things; crackers, cheese, what looked like stews and a piece of cake.

"You want something to eat?" She averted her eyes from the tray when Link's voice piped up.

"No thank you." Just as she finished speaking a loud growl erupted from her stomach and she could feel the quiet bounce of Link's chest against her back, his laughter quiet.

"Stay here, I'll get you some food." He gently shifted Zelda off his chest and moved to the cabinet, grabbing one of the first potions that Impa had introduced him to earlier that day, along with the tray of snacks and a glass of water.

Zelda pulled a blanket up to cover herself, suddenly feeling shy. "I could have gotten it myself, you know."

"Nonsense. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm taking care of you?" He smiled, coming back with the tray, placing it next to her lap as he passed her the uncapped potion. "Drink this first." He passed her the vial, watching her smell it first.

"What's this for?" She eyes the liquid with a calculating gaze.

"Your new best friend. That's going to stop you from getting pregnant," Zelda felt her cheeks turn impossibly red. "Unless that's what you want." He laughed as she spluttered out many No's in succession, all varying in pitch. "Impa said to take one of those every day and you should be fine."

"Did she mention a specific time I should take it?" He shook his head.

"Just… Once a day. Morning, afternoon, evening, didn't matter." Zelda shrugged and took a tentative sip of the potion, finding its taste to be tart, yet a bit sweet. She found it pleasant enough to take another swig of the potion, enjoying the hints of pomegranate and what she briefly thought was cinnamon.

"While you eat up, I'll be in the washroom." He informed her, turning to excuse himself.

"Link?"

"Hmm?" He turned back and looked at her, brow raised. "Need something?"

Zelda's eyes lowered to his prominent erection, seeing that he hadn't been relieved a single time since he had come into her room over half an hour ago. "I… I haven't taken care of you yet. We only focused on me earlier…" Her voice drifted off as she took a step off the bed.

He quickly waved her off, cheeks tinting pink. "You don't have to, really. I was just going to-"

"Please?" She was already walking across the room to reach him, twinkle in her eyes as she pleaded to him. "You took care of me earlier… Let me take care of you."

Don't look at me like that. Link gulped, feeling that familiar warmth and static in his skin return.

"Please…" She was almost flush against him, her nails touching his abdomen. Each touch was electrified, leaving his focus in shambles once more.

"If you're sure…" He muttered, a smile gracing her lips as one of her hands began travelling lower, grazing the base of his cock where she could feel the telltale signs of his knot.

She wondered briefly what it would feel like to take it and be knotted. She'd only ever heard the maids gossip about it behind closed doors, but it was never in full detail. Her fingers wrapped gently around his cock, her thumb and middle finger barely touching together from around his size.

"You don't have to… If you don't want to." He told her again as her hand gave a tentative squeeze of the hard member in her hand.

"I want to make you feel good." She said, determination in her voice. Her hand began moving up and down, stroking him slowly. Link slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to lean against the doorway of the bathroom as Zelda began working him.

His mouth fell open, his breath heavy in his lungs as she gained confidence from his noises. Keep going… He repeated in his mind, allowing her to do as she pleased. Every touch she gave him sent him closer to the edge. He looked down, admiring the way she was studying him curiously as she tried different stroking techniques and rhythms. Such a good girl for alpha… he wasn't sure if it was him thinking it anymore or the other voice, but nevertheless, he agreed with his whole being.

"What else can I do, Link?" Her eyes pleaded with him from the ground. From the words alone, he felt a big push to the edge.

His mouth grew dry at the thought. She could do anything and he'd love it. "Your mouth… You can use it too…" He muttered, his cheeks burning red. Her eyes shifted from his to his cock in her hands. He could see the gears getting to work in her mind, weighing if she should or not.

It was the single lick to the tip of him that nearly sent him over had he not been prepared for it. The warmth of her mouth and tongue were better than any fantasy his mind could give him.

It was heaven on earth.

He watched her with half lidded eyes as she got creative, swirling her tongue around his cock, memorising every small detail, followed by her mouth tentatively taking him in slowly, starting by the tip and moving down his length.

He made no effort to stop the moans and grunts she caused him, he never wanted it to stop. He brought a hand to rest behind her head, lacing his fingers into her golden hair. "Don't stop," he whispered out as he helped her along.

He hadn't been prepared for when the omega took him in completely, his cock hitting and bending slightly at the back of her throat. And he certainly hadn't been prepared for the strong reflex from the motion, attempting to push him out. He grunted quietly, losing the battle and felt himself release into her mouth, her name falling from his lips.

His fingers quickly grabbed her hair and pulled her off, stopping her teeth from catching on the expanding base of his cock. With the tip still in her mouth, he revelled in the view that was Zelda swallowing his load.

He leveraged his weight against the door frame, stopping himself from sliding to the floor as the Princess lapped up the final drops he had to offer. With a pop, she let his member go and wiped any remaining seed from her lips that had seeped out. "It's sweeter this time." She remarked with a smile.

A smile that wanted more.

She'd have to wait a few minutes, he sadly thought, as he glanced down at his swollen cock.

"Do you still need to go to the washroom to do what you wanted?"

Why did he want to go there again? He couldn't recall the exact reason, his mind too dazed from his orgasm. He shook his head lazily and watched her grin deviously. "Let's go to the bed," She cooed, taking his hand and pulling him along eagerly despite his sluggish motions.

"Z-Zelda, give me a minute…" He muttered as he took his place on her bed while she climbed on top of him. He realised at that moment that any breaks he wanted had flown out of the window, her energy levels and eagerness was starting to scare him a bit.

"How long do you need?" She asked curiously, her fingers grazing his cock again. Pure sweetness flooded his veins again.

"At least three." He bit his inner cheek. He was surprised he'd gone this long considering how the fire in his veins just wouldn't let up from the heady pheromones in the air.

He saw the eagerness shine in her pupils, happy to obey his words. He could feel his energy returning bit by bit as she grinded against his erection.

"Link," Zelda panted as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her flush against him as she continued her motions. "I want you. I want you to make me yours." Her silent sighs were quickly budding his desire up again, his earlier orgasm had been only a temporary relief.

"All mine." He growled out as he methodically flipped the princess onto her back. "Mine." He could hear a soft purr of satisfaction escape Zelda as she gripped his back with her nails, her body positively thrumming with energy.

Sucking and nibbling his way down her chest, he made sure to leave small faint marks to show affection. He wanted to see her marked up, wanted to see the proof that he'd been there.

He spread her knees apart effortlessly, barely needing to touch her to have her bare herself to him. Goddess, Zelda was practically presenting herself to him on a silver platter and he loved it. A clear view of her dripping wet sex just for him.

"Please Link… I need you…." He etched her lust-filled gaze into his memory, making sure to remember her flushed skin, her darkened eyes, her glistening wet lips.

"Patience." He lowered himself between her legs, peppering her inner thigh with languid kisses, making sure to tease her thoroughly as he made his way up.

As if it controlled him like the strings of a marionette, her intoxicating scent pulled him to her cunt. He barely registered his own actions as he threw her legs over his shoulders, hands clenching and gripping her strong thighs as he took in his first taste of her.

It was unlike anything he'd ever had and he greedily drank more, his tongue darting and smoothing over every inch.

"Alpha please," he loved hearing that come out of her mouth, her voice needier than he'd ever heard.

It took all of his willpower to pull away from the deep haze that fogged his mind, no doubt caused by how close he'd been to her heat. Even as he repositioned himself over the princess, he couldn't stop thinking of the savoury-sweet tang that clung to his tongue.

He took his length into his hands and began rubbing it along her folds while the warmth tempted him so much. With the way she tempted him, writhing and whimpering impatiently, he found it difficult not to immediately press himself into her.

"Ready?" He doesn't know why he asked, considering the way she was trying to tempt him with the overtly obvious begging for his dick.

His mouth came to meet hers as he pressed himself into her heat, muffling her choked gasp with his own as he relished in the new tightness his hand could never dare imitate.

Breaking their kiss for a moment, he took in the sight of his princess' dazed smile and half lidded eyes. "Give it all to me,"she whispered through her purrs and whimpers. "Don't hold back for me."

His first shallow thrusts were met with sighs and her nails digging lightly into his shoulders. "Of course." He gave her a toothy smirk before snapping his hips against hers more forcefully. He saw her eyes snap wide as he did it again, quickly picking up a fast pace.

Just as his name tried to slip from her lips, a plethora of moans and gasps replaced the complete sentences she had spoken before.

A low moan of relief left Link's mouth as he gripped her waist tightly, repeating the harsh motion, slipping out completely, pushing himself back into the hilt. "Fuck." His voice was rough as he got rougher and faster, the desperation to filler her was becoming clearer by the second.

"Please, harder! Breed me, fill me, Alpha," The begs and pleads rang clearly in his ears, roaring something to life within him as he took a hold of her thighs and tightening them around his waist before driving into her with a force he hadn't before.

As the sounds of skin slapping quickly filled the room, alongside the gargled curses and profanities.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He growled as his head came to rest next to hers on the mattress, his cock still driving into her with an intense eagerness. "Hylia…." With one last hard thrust, Link quickly flipped them once more, letting his head fall back against the pillow as Zelda quickly took the lead, rocking against him and grinding hard.

His hands found her hips, helping her rock and writhe against his slowly expanding knot. He shallowly thrusted up, occasionally pulling a higher pitch out of her moans.

He drank in and committed the memory of her mushed up hair and pinked skin. A goddess among the people, that much was true as she continued to ride him.

"Alpha…Link… please…" his name continued to fall from her lips, growing more and more pleading as her motions became more erratic.

He could feel his climax approaching, the heat in his groin begging to be released as his thrusts became sloppier. His jaw clenched and teeth grinded as the omega continued to grind down hard on him.

"Take it." He growled out as he could feel it begin to expand.

"Yes, please, knot me Link! Do it," she exclaimed as she grinded hard against him.

Zelda sighed as Link's hips stilled against her, her inner walls clamped down on his expanding knot, locking them together intimately. A grunt erupted from his throat at the sudden new pressure on his cock. She collapses over her lover, heaving and tired as their eyes locked, a smile coming over the both of them.

The only sounds coming from the room were heavy painting and desperate, laboured breathing.

"That was-" She was the first to break the silence.

"Fantastic?"

She felt his chest press against hers as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

She nodded and closed her eyes as her breathing finally calmed down. So that's what sex is like… She thought in awe. With her heartbeat finally relaxing, Zelda let her eyes drift over Link's form, a thin sheet of sweat still covered his body, but her eyes eventually strayed to where they were still connected. "So um…" Link opened his eyes and propped himself onto his forearms for support.

"What's up?" He asked, casually addressing her awkward wording.

He caught her eyes as they drifted to their groins, where Zelda's legs were loosely still wrapped around his waist with Link's cock keeping them together. "How long… Do we stay like this?" Her voice was quiet as her cheeks burned a bright red.

Link caught himself stifling a short laugh, resisting the urge to smother the woman beneath him with a long kiss. "I uh… Have to wait until it goes down. It'll hurt otherwise." She raised a brow at his statement, surely wondering why it might hurt but she brushed it aside.

"It'll be like that for maybe the next five minutes, but no longer than that." He reassured her as he slipped an arm around her lower back.. "But while we wait…" He manoeuvred her to straddling his lap as he sat up straight. "I think this is a bit more comfortable, no?" Zelda's breasts pushed up against his warm skin, his arms safely wrapping her closely.

It was much more comfortable, she had to admit. To be so close to her knight all of a sudden, in a position so emotionally and intimately close, she couldn't help averting her eyes as a soft pink settled on the tips of her ears. Anywhere she looked, it was him. His scent wrapped around her like the softest of blankets.

All week he's mine… She could feel her heart flutter at the thought of his hands all over her, taking care of her and giving her the best time of her life. She could already imagine the rough calluses of his hands carrying her, washing her skin, smoothing over her skin whether dry or wet.

"Tell me what you're thinking?" Her attention snapped back to reality when she felt his hands give a tentative squeeze of her rear while his face came to rest in the dip of her neck. "Or are you going to keep those sweet dreams to yourself?"

How had he known that she was practically fantasising? Zelda's body tensed unknowingly and Link was alerted immediately.

"Your scent changes depending on your mood, Zelda." He told her, taking a soft inhale right above her scent gland. "You get…" He tried to analyse her scent. "Sweeter when you're happy." He said with a slight uncertainty. "You smell like a storm when you're stressed."

"Like right before it rains?"

"You could say that." He hummed before kissing the sensitive spot languidly.

"When I'm mad?" Zelda inquired further, enjoying the warmth his tongue brought back to her skin.

His lips moved against her skin. "When you're mad?" His tongue lapped slowly at her skin "Electric safflina. " He told her.

"Well, what is it now?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Fruits, and honey…" His arms held her protectively, his fingers digging sensually into her skin. She smelled him heavily in the air, something spiking around her.

Did you want to go again? She could practically feel his thoughts and desires as his teeth grazed her skin.

Upon feeling him come free from her, she gave a good grind to his hips, causing his length to reawaken once again. She felt him chuckle against her neck as he reciprocated the grind with thrust.

Later that night, the two lay in bed with the tray of food between them.

"Why does this taste so much better today?" Zelda moaned as she spooned some soup into her mouth with delight.

"Because you're tired and starving." Link laughed between the bites of his sandwich.

They ate in silence, devouring most of the dishes that had been left for them. Initially, Link had teased her about how voracious of an appetite the Princess finally had, while Zelda responded back with a flipped middle finger—something she'd probably picked up from him— and he gasped back in mock horror and how unladylike she was.

It wasn't until they were finished eating and they were snuggled up in her sheets and many pillows that Zelda finally broke the silence.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why… Why didn't you take me sooner?" Zelda shifted her head to look up at him, hoping to see the answer in his face. "I begged you from the start but… you didn't. Why?"

"I don't know, I…" He paused, unsure of how to phrase it properly. "When we were in the paths that day-"

"You mean the catacombs?"

"Is that what that's called?" She nodded with a smile. "When we were in the catacombs that day…" He paid again, attempting again. "You were… All over the place and I loved it, I won't lie." She watched him avert his eyes, and his cheeks dust pink. "But it wasn't you, not the way you'd have behaved otherwise."

"So why wait today? I mean, everyone told you I kept calling for you, and somehow even Impa had to tell you that too and you still didn't do it."

"Knowing half the shit that goes on in the castle, I needed to make sure with my own eyes, you know?" Zelda resisted the smile that threatened to form on her lips. He wasn't wrong, the castle staff were a circus show that somehow made things work. "As much as I liked what happened in the catacombs, I'd rather you be aware of everything instead…" Link paused for a moment. "I just wanted you to be lucid enough to know it's not just the hormones talking."

It also definitely wasn't because I've never done this, but you don't need to know that. He chose to keep that thought to himself, seeing that it likely wasn't pertinent to the conversation itself.

"Oh…" Link wasn't sure what to make of that response exactly. Was it a good oh or a bad one? He couldn't even fathom how it could be bad or why it could be but he knew better than to make assumptions. "Thank you. For thinking about me."

"Any time."