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Chap. 92: Open Plains

"Thank you, that was delicious," Zelda told the rotund man who was tending several pots on the other side of the open window that led to the Stable's kitchen. He was, quite possibly, the fattest person Zelda had seen since waking up on the Plateau. "It was truly amazing."

"Oh, thank you," the man beamed, and leaned over one pot, holding his gut in with one arm, to stretch his other out through the window. "Harbald Gotter, at your service, miss. Cooking's in my blood, and my greatest passion- well, aside from eating, heh, heh- but it's always good to be appreciated!"

"In your blood?" Zelda asked, confused, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, well…" Gotter glanced to either side, then down at his pots, scanning the row of them critically, but swiftly. "I don't like to make a big deal of it, but… my grandpappy used to be the royal chef, for the Hyrulean Royal Family. Head chef, even. He didn't escape the castle that day, but my old Ma, his daughter, was living closer to the edge of Castle Town, and she escaped. Ma's passed now, but she always told the most amazing stories of the meals they made at the Castle, and instilled in me a love for cooking, along with a few of the recipe books she helped him write. Grandpappy was getting on to retirement then, you see, and he'd already taught all four of his kids to cook as he did. Ma wasn't his youngest, she had a brother, a twin, but he died a couple years back, my uncle, you know. Anyway, Ma taught me and the rest of my brothers and sisters… but it seems I'm the only one who really inherited the knack. Well, and the love appreciation for good food. The rest of my family's thin, can you believe it, ho, ho?"

Gotter punctuated the last statement with a pat of his belly and a jovial smile as he stood back up, and started stirring one of the pots. "So yeah, that's me. No kids of my own, never found a lady with the proper appreciation for the good things in life that could put up with my obsession… but I've started teaching some of the young'ns around the Stable a thing or three. Gotta pass on what I know, right? I just wish I had my grandpappy's own recipe books. There's a bunch of recipes in there Ma didn't have copied when the Calamity hit. Hylia, what I wouldn't give to try a few of them…"

Zelda nodded. It wasn't hard to imagine that she might have known the man's grandfather, and debated for a moment asking for his name, before she realized she would be unable to remember it anyway. Only the most poignant, strongest of memories seemed to be coming back in trickles. If the man had cooked for her, she was likely to know him, but only as an acquaintance. There are other things I can ask, though, she thought. "So, Mr. Gotter-"

"Just Gotter, Miss," he chuckled as he moved to another pot three down and turned the meat hash within it over a few times, breaking up several clumps, "Just Gotter's fine."

"Alright, then, Gotter," Zelda smiled, "I'm Zina, by the way. I'm curious. I'm no great chef myself, I can barely scrabble together a road stew, but I do like good cuisine. What sort of recipes are we talking about? That you're missing?"

"Oh, just a few, really," he sighed, then folded his arms over his chest as he looked upward, uncaring that the ladle in his hand was dripping some sort of oily, white sauce onto his stained apron, "Well, a couple, I s'pose. I think we have most of the main dishes, but there's a couple of desserts that they just never got to transcribing, as they were at the end of the book. According to my Ma, the king- that'd be King Rhoam, the last King of Hyrule-"

Zelda blinked, but tried to school her face into carefully interested neutrality at the mention of her father.

"He favored this thing called a Monster Cake. No idea what it was made with, aside from your basic flours, sugars, eggs, and so on, that you'd find in all cakes. And the Princess, young Miss Zelda, Ma said favored a sweet Fruit Cake. Only, Fruit Cakes are special, you have to add certain fruits but not others, and in particular amounts, and a lot less sugar because the fruits are sweet. I've tried to recreate it a dozen times and more, but it's always either too sweet even most kids won't eat it, or not sweet enough. And of course, the combination of fruits would help, too."

"A fruit cake does sound delicious," Zelda exhaled. "All those different flavors combining into one in some bites… an apple here, peach there, Hydromelon, or Wildberry…"

"Exactly," Gotter chuckled, a bit sadly, "I've made me some good Fruit Cakes, don't get me wrong, and they're tasty enough. But I want the best Fruit Cake. The kind even a spoiled kid like a princess loved above all others, you know? The very best."

"I don't know if she was spoiled," Zelda frowned. How dare he?

Then again, you might've been, Zelda reminded herself. You remember getting in trouble, after all, that day your mother had to chase you down. You were a troublemaker at the very least.

"I don't either, o'course, Ma liked the child well enough, of course," Gotter laughed, waving his free hand in the air as he changed utensils and flipped over a few pieces of sizzling sausage, "she was by all accounts kind and far too intelligent as she got older. I just imagine this young thing about eight, terrorizing the guards and servants alike with her demands, that's all. Still… I'd really like to try my grandfather's cake. Get the recipe too, if I could. Gotter Family Recipes is nearly complete. Just a few more… and those are the two I struggle with."

"Where would one… find those recipes?" Zelda asked quietly. The man's enthusiasm was catching, and just the thought of tasting something as delicious-sounding as a Fruit Cake made her salivate intensely.

That hope was dashed a moment later, when Gotter sighed, and waved his hand to the north-northwest, "In the Castle, of course. Didn't I say that's where my grandpappy Morrie worked?"

Morrie, Morrie… doesn't ring any bells in there, Zelda thought, but frowned. "That.. would make it hard to get them, wouldn't it."

Gotter nodded, "Sure would. Even though those Guardians mostly stay to their assigned areas unless they're chasin' someone, you've gotta be right quick and sneaky both to get into a place like the kitchen, or library, which are the two places most likely to have such a thing as my grandpappy's recipes. That's if they even survived, of course. Library's half collapsed, and there's a lot of damage on the old dining hall, too. Got close enough to look once, when I was a bit younger and thinner. Gave up that dream real quick, though. Never ran so hard in my life, when that Stalker caught sight of me! Those red beams…."

Gotter shuddered, his rolls bouncing and swaying, and he shook his head to clear it of such dark thoughts. "Any rate, I gotta get to work, this food won't make itself. Pleasure to meet you, Zina. Don't go getting' yourself killed on this fool's dream. Leave that to the foolish or desperate."

"Right," Zelda nodded, and resigned herself to do just that. She had no intention, none at all, of fighting a Guardian Stalker any time soon. Much less the hordes of them that were said to surround the castle still. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Gotter."

"And you as well, Zina," the man grinned, before he turned his attention back to the last bits of breakfast and what smelled like the first start on lunch.

"You'll be alright here," Zelda told Nightmare as she gave him a last brush and rubbed the side of his thick, strong jaw. "I just don't want to risk taking you across the open plains. It might be faster, but if those Stalkers get a good look… sorry, my friend."

As if he truly understood, the stallion nuzzled her cheek with his own and nickered, before giving her a nudge, then nosing her satchel.

Zelda laughed, "I've already given you two apples, and you want more, greedy boy? Well, fine… but this is the last one." Then she turned to the stable-boy who was patiently waiting to lead her horse from his stall for a bit of exercise while the other stable-girl changed out his hay and bedding. "Remember, only the best. I'll pay for all of it when I return if I run late."

"I got it, Ma'am," the boy rolled his eyes, "You've said it three times."

"Yes, well, he's precious to me, and he's saved my life on more than one occasion. I'd like him taken care of, that's all."

"I got it," the boy laughed, "You're just stallin', I think, though I donno why. We know our business at the Stables, Miss."

"Yes, yes, I… you're right," Zelda sighed, "I probably am just stalling. Goodbye, Nightmare, and thanks to you two for taking care of him."

"Thanks for the tip," the young man laughed, patting the pocket where he'd slipped the blue Rupee.

A few minutes later, even the sound of the market was rapidly fading as Zelda's legs, much more toned and used to activity than they had been when she woke up, carried her west, beyond the road, and over the hill that ran around it.

Only to sigh, and turn to the right. "Idiot, you forgot the Shrine. How will you get back quickly if you need to? I know the Travel Gates take a lot of power, but you never know."

It took another ten minutes as she walked along the ridge, admiring the pastoral rolling hills and plains to her left, and trying not to imagine a Guardian behind every rise, and not to focus too much on the dark, mist and shadow-covered castle further north. The less she thought about that place, Zelda decided, the better.

"Wahgo Katta, huh? Interesting name… what do you have in store for me, I wonder?"

Zelda didn't have to wait long. The mysterious floating platform took her down a relatively short path, and opened up into a single wide, cube-shaped room of large, but not truly massive proportions. She looked over it as the wizened, dry words of the ancient Sage filtered through her mind, or the Shrine. She still couldn't be sure of which, even now. Metal Connections… easy enough, I suppose.

The left corner nearest Zelda was bare, completely empty aside from the constellations and ornamentation on the walls. Ahead on the left, the Sage's platform was attached in the next corner, high overhead like a balcony, with plenty of space to walk beneath it, and a Sheikah Eye glowing from one panel near the closest corner. She stood in the center of one wall, but opposite her, again, was nothing.

The right side of the Shrine was more interesting. Again nearest her, a large stone block rose about as high as the Sage's platform, and even from here she could see the top of a Sheikah chest glowing softly orange. Near it, three metal blocks with grating on each side of the cubes were stacked atop each other. As long as they didn't shift, it would be trivially easy to climb up them, almost like a ladder, to reach the chest.

And in the last corner, a slightly lower, wider rectangular solid, with two more Sheikah Eyes on the visible sides, crystal torches, and a metal plate, longer than it was wide, leaning over another of those same torches.

"So… all I have to do is climb up there, get the chest, climb down, and use Magnesis to get up to the other section, pull the 'bridge' down, reposition, and then climb up and make a ramp? That's… well… it's easy. Ridiculously so. But I suppose if this is a challenge for some…"

Zelda already knew the metal cubes weighed, individually, about six times what she did. Thus, she didn't hesitate to throw herself up onto the makeshift ladder even though they leaned at a slight angle thanks to faint uneven spot in the decorative floor tiles. The Amber piece, carved into a beautiful egg shape with a hole pre-drilled for a sort of necklace if one chose to do that, was pretty… but ultimately only as worthwhile as the task required to claim it.

It took the princess less than five minutes to climb down, reposition the blocks, claim the 'bridge', reposition the blocks again, and climb up once more to walk up the gentle slope she had made. "Some Shrines are truly difficult," Zelda murmured to the many-thousands-of-years-dead woman whose corpse vanished, taking her wounds and fatigue with them, "but this was… well, I appreciate that it was quick, at least. Only lost about half an hour of my day. And I appreciate the Amber and the healing."

Less appreciated was the renewed feeling of arousal that came with another Spirit Orb. It wasn't intense, she could ignore it easily enough for now, but knew the problem would only get worse with the next couple of Shrines she completed. Or worse, prayed for additional strength from the Goddess Hylia.

Zelda was distracted once more from those thoughts as the lift took her to the exterior of the Shrine and the outside world once more. "H- Hestu?"

"Sh- Shalako! Hi!"

"How are you, my friend?" Zelda asked as she approached the colossal Korok, who stood beneath a wide oak, looking around morosely. Clouds were starting to move in, promising rain with their thick, dark gray, but she could surely spare a few minutes more.

"Hestu is… lost, again! Haah… the people at the Stable can't even see me, but I heard one of them mention that this is Central Hyrule. So Korok forest is much further north from here, but I'm not sure where to go. There's too many roads, you see?"

Zelda followed his finger, but couldn't see more than just the one trail, well-worn, that led past the Shrine, and which she'd now crossed twice. "I… don't, I'm sorry."

"Not here," Hestu sighed, "there. Further away. On the other side of the hill? There's three roads, and they all go north!"

Zelda frowned, "Then… take any of them? They would all get you closer at least, right?"

"I… Maybe? Anyway, I still smell more Korok Seeds. Do you want me to expand your Stashes?"

"That would be amazing," Zelda grinned, and quickly reached into the small side-pouch of her satchel where she'd been keeping the seeds. "I have a lot- eighty three!"

"Shakala, that is a lot! Well, Shokay… what stash? Weapon? Bow? Shield?"

"Let's do the weapons first," Zelda replied.

"Shokay! Three seeds for that one…"

"Deal!"

Zelda found herself shaking her own rear end and sliding her feet in the grass along with Hestu's energetic dance, but her mind once more wondered and marveled at the strange magic that let this Forest Spirit dance, and work miracles of space-expansion.

"More weapons, if you can," Zelda grinned.

"Er… Okay," Hestu agreed, and took his five seeds.

Eight. Twelve. Seventeen.

For two hours, Hestu danced, growing increasingly tired, and took his forty-five total seeds. In return, Zelda experienced a few bouts of boredom, but also felt like she was getting a handle on the dance herself (the steps, at least, no magic seemed to flow with her as she mimicked Hestu's movements), but was more happy with the additional five enchanted strings on her weapon strap. That added half again to her weapon capacity, bringing her from ten to fifteen.

Suddenly, she felt bereft, and in desperate need of more armaments, though she hadn't lost anything. It was just that she could carry more, and Zelda felt better with a miniaturized arsenal at her back.

"Thank you, Hestu," she grinned, as a distant peal of thunder rolled in the distance. "I suppose I'll be walking in the rain for a while, but it was well worth it. I'm glad I ran into you!"

"Me, too," Hestu grinned, "You gave me a lot of seeds back! But I think I remember where to go, now. The middle road! So I'll see you later, Princess-lady!"

Then he was gone with a puff of white smoke and a swirl of sparkling, rainbow-green leaves.

Zelda turned west once more, this time with a wary eye on the dark clouds that had completely covered the sky. "It's going to-"

Pat.

She flinched as the cold droplet hit the tip of her nose. "Rain. Great. Back to the hood, then… I really don't want to freeze in the Sheikah armor again."

Zelda stopped for lunch beneath a large oak, having chosen the place largely because of the shelter it provided her, and the chance to warm her hands with a meager fire beneath the boughs, but also because of the rock nestled high in the bole, where she claimed another Korok seed. Her much-dwindled supply back up to thirty-nine, the creature had disappeared, leaving her alone once more.

Not lonely, though.

While Zelda had been a little annoyed that the once-bright, clear weather, which had provided a stunning view of the open grasslands and plains of Central Hyrule had been masked by thick, dark clouds and rain, lowering visibility to less than half a mile, she had been wracked in thought and contemplation.

Trying to remember.

Her father, King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule. Both as the old hermit who turned out to be a ghost, and the man he must have been in life. Stern, cold… warm when he could spare it. Hopefully. A man her mother had truly loved, she hoped desperately.

Her Champion, Link, who even now toiled away in endless combat against the heart of the Calamity, hidden within the depths of the castle she was far too close to for her own comfort.

Her lover… the man she loved.

The only one…? Not the only person, no. Zelda was reasonably sure she had been in love with Impa, too, and now felt extremely strongly toward more. Koyin, Celessa, and Paya, above all… but there was affection for Purah, Sagessa, Prima, and even, yes, Bubmin. And Nightmare, though of a different sort.

Distant faces, bronze-skinned. Red. Broad and wide, with small blue sapphire eyes. Hawk-like, feathered. Friends.

Friends she missed, even if she didn't know them anymore, even if they were a century dead.

She was lonely in that way, Zelda supposed. Missed friends and family she could not remember. But in trying to remember them, even if she could not get more than the vaguest hints of what they might have looked like.

Only Link and some more recent memories of her father were really clear, and most of the memories involving her Champion that she had were naked, dimly lit or in the dark, as he pulsed and throbbed within her, their bodies writhing together, tangling in forbidden(?) bliss.

Good memories… but they also left her craving more. A touch, a caress, a kiss. Something.

Anything.

Her own fingers had brought her to orgasm before she even ate lunch, but it hadn't done much to take off the edge. It certainly hadn't gotten rid of the desire for now.

She sighed, and looked around. Visibility was low, still.

A promontory or bluff rose, near mountain-like, further west, but Zelda could barely make out its shape. No light of flame or candle revealed the presence of others. As far as she could see, the plains were empty, except for of her.

"Damn being horny all the time," Zelda sighed, and reached to pull her hood completely off. The shirt followed, and Zelda stood to shimmy out of her doeskin trousers, too, though she left the treated oil and her underwear gathered around one ankle. "Not that I don't enjoy this… but I'm trying to make distance, today, not stop constantly to… ah… pleasure my… ah… self."

Her body shivered, both from the moist chill and the sensation of her fingers on her body. Zelda tweaked one nipple, which went from half-stiff to full in seconds, and leaned back against the tree. Her legs spread a little, giving room for her other hand to slip down between them and cup her bare sex. "Ah… Link… I wish you were here," she whispered. "Or Thalla… I want something inside me."

The princess' eyes dropped to her satchel. She hesitated only a moment, before pulling up the twisted, ridged and ribbed Moblin Horn she had already used before. The narrow tip entered easily, parting her folds to send delightful pulses and miniature earthquakes of pleasure throughout her body.

Once it was buried in her, nearly at the bottom of her sexual well, Zelda started pumping it in and out slowly, reveling in each ridge and nodule of the ivory as it pulled, tugged, pushed, and twisted her inner folds. Meanwhile, her eyes moved out, into the darkened, gray mist and rain. "If… if it were clear… I would- a-ah- be showing every- everyone in miles, and miles… what a whore I am… a princess who strips naked on the open plains, and f-fuucuks herself with Monster parts… but it's so good, I… I can't stop. I don't want to stop! I want to cum, and cum, and cum again!"

She did, mere minutes in despite having an orgasm less than half an hour earlier. But Zelda didn't stop. Instead, the Moblin Horn drove into her faster, harder, and started twisting in her hand, corkscrewing inside her body, and Zelda's pleasure climbed higher. Her head tossed back, her body spasmed.

Zelda sank to her knees, leaning back now with her shoulders and neck against the trunk behind her, her hips thrust out, wiggled from side to side as if she were straddling a cock, humping the horn-dildo, and her breast-busy hand, now with both nipples painfully erect, dropped lower. To her clit, where her fingertips spun and whirled along and around the bud, and she began to pant.

Higher, faster. Louder.

"Link, oh, Link, please, I wish… I wish you were here to fuck me, fuck me… fuck your whore-princess into the dirt! Oh, Hylia, I wish you were- Ah- aaaaiigghhhH!"

The third orgasm, more intense than the first two put together, blasted through Zelda, and she felt herself nearly whiting out from the ecstatic bliss. Her body fell to the side, the horn fell from her, dripping and running with her juices, while she lay on the thankfully mostly-dry soil until she recovered her breath.

"I… I had no idea… the idea of being seen could… be so good," Zelda exhaled to herself several minutes later, after the aftershocks of the powerful climax had begun to wane. "I thought it was good watching others… and it is. Seeing Sagessa get fucked by Hino was enlightening, to be sure… but what would it feel like were I in her place? Taking a cock, being licked, or licking someone else, while others watched? Even thinking about it, hah… I'd better stop.

"There's a few more hours of this gray day left, and I should use what I can. Even if I want nothing more than to lay down and screw myself silly. Maybe tomorrow, if I can reach Kolomo Garrison, and it's safe. One can only hope… a whole day of pleasuring myself. A decent reward, wouldn't it be? Hmm…"