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Chapter 13.
Link sat on the bed, lost in thought, replaying the events from earlier that evening. He could still feel the weight of anticipation in the air, knowing what was likely to happen that night with Samus. His heart raced a little at the thought, but it wasn't just nerves—he felt something deeper. He respected Samus so much, not just for her strength and courage, but for the way she made him feel connected, even when no words were spoken. Now, as he waited for her to return from the bathroom, he suddenly remembered a rather... unusual conversation he had had with Bayonetta a few days prior.
It had been a normal day. He had been talking with his friends when Bayonetta had approached, her usual confident smile on her face.
"Excuse me, boys, but I need to borrow Link for a moment," she had said smoothly.
Link had gotten up without hesitation, his curiosity piqued. Once they were alone, Bayonetta's tone shifted, becoming more serious yet still teasing.
"I wanted to talk to you about something important," Bayonetta had said, her voice lowering a touch as they walked. "I'm here to give you some... love advice."
"Love advice?" Link had asked, confusion clear on his face. He hadn't expected this from Bayonetta, of all people.
Bayonetta, ever the direct one, had grinned. "Listen closely, I won't repeat myself. Women like men who are attentive and show sensitivity, but in bed..." she had laughed. "They also like men who can take control."
Link had felt a wave of discomfort at her bluntness. His cheeks had grown warm, and he had struggled to keep his composure.
Bayonetta, however, had continued without missing a beat. "Size doesn't matter. What's important is knowing how to use what you've got. Simple things—like the way you touch or the way you talk—can do wonders for a woman."
Link had been more than a little embarrassed by that point. He wasn't used to such conversations, and he had fidgeted, unsure of how to respond.
Seeing his discomfort, Bayonetta had softened her tone, though her mischievous smile remained. "Even if you're enjoying yourself, make sure she's enjoying it too," she had said with a playful wink.
"Enjoy? In what way?" Link had stammered, though he already knew what she meant. Bayonetta, however, didn't let him finish the thought.
"Women like to be held and loved when it's over," she had added with a more genuine smile. "But what's most important, Link, is the connection. It's not just about the physical—it's about emotional intimacy too. Both of you need to feel comfortable and connected."
Link had been quiet after that, processing her words. Despite her playful attitude, Bayonetta's sincerity had struck him. It was advice he hadn't realized he needed.
Back in the present, as he sat on the bed, those words resonated with him. He had always focused on his duties as a hero, on protecting others, and sometimes he struggled with deeper, personal connections. But now, with Samus, things felt different. He didn't just want to be close to her physically—he wanted that emotional bond too, the connection Bayonetta had talked about.
The bathroom door opened, and Samus stepped out in her sleek, fitted pajamas—her version of the Zero Suit that always caught Link's attention. The way it hugged her figure had a way of mesmerizing him every time. Her steps were slow, deliberate, and the look in her eyes was both confident and seductive as she approached the bed where Link was waiting.
Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, the kiss soft but full of intent. "Let's not waste time," Samus whispered, her voice low and intimate, before kissing him again and gently pushing him back onto the bed.
Link, drawn in by her energy, responded instinctively, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. Their kisses grew deeper, more intense, as they lost themselves in each other. Link could feel his heart racing, but amidst the passion, a part of him wanted to savor the moment, to make sure it was more than just physical.
"I want this to be special," Link said softly, his voice hushed between their kisses.
Samus paused for a brief second, her eyes locking with his. "It will be," she promised, her voice filled with both desire and tenderness.
Their lips met again, the heat between them building. Link's hands found her waist, pulling her even closer, and Samus let out soft, breathless moans, her body responding to his touch. The connection between them was undeniable, a powerful blend of affection, desire, and understanding.
As the moments passed, Link's hands moved with growing confidence, slowly beginning to undress her. He took his time, wanting to enjoy each moment and make sure she felt cared for. Piece by piece, the fabric of her pajamas fell away, revealing more of her to him.
But Samus wasn't one to simply let him take the lead. After a moment, she gently stopped him, her smirk filled with playful determination. She moved to undress him as well, her fingers working with skill and intention, as she undid the clasps and buttons of his clothing, pushing them aside until they were both bare before each other.
The air between them felt electric, every glance, every touch charged with meaning. They had been through so much together—battles, dangers, shared moments of triumph—and now, in this intimate space, they were able to express something they had long kept hidden. It wasn't just about their bodies; it was about everything they had become to each other.
Samus and Link leaned in again, their bodies and souls intertwining as they let go of everything but the feeling of being together.
The air between them felt electric, every glance, every touch charged with meaning. They had been through so much together—battles, dangers, shared moments of triumph—and now, in this intimate space, they were able to express something they had long kept hidden. It wasn't just about their bodies; it was about everything they had become to each other.
Samus and Link leaned in again, their bodies and souls intertwining as they let go of everything but the feeling of being together.
Link recalled Bayonetta's words—"Take control." He felt a surge of confidence and, with gentle strength, lifted Samus and laid her back on the bed. His eyes lingered on her, taking in everything about the moment. Her face was flushed, her hair messy, her gaze fixed intently on him. She looked breathtaking—more than just a warrior or a companion. To him, Samus was something more. Link had faced divine beings, commanded great power, even seen gods, but none of them could compare to her. Sometimes, he even wondered if the goddesses of his world could rival Samus in beauty, but in that moment, he doubted that any creature in the universe could.
As Samus looked up at him from where she lay, she saw a different side of Link. He always had a soft, almost innocent charm, but now there was something else—a raw masculinity that came with his warrior's physique. His body, shaped by years of battle, revealed strength in every inch, from his toned arms to his broad chest. His long hair, tousled and free, framed his face, while his piercing blue eyes gazed down at her with a mix of deep affection and unmistakable desire.
The intimacy of the moment was profound. They were finally seeing each other in a way they hadn't before, free of armor, titles, or roles. Neither of them noticed or cared about the imperfections each carried. In love, those little flaws only added to the authenticity of what they were sharing. Samus didn't care if Link wasn't perfect; in her eyes, he was more than enough. And for Link, Samus was the epitome of beauty—strength, grace, and warmth all in one.
Their connection deepened as they shared these quiet moments, their touch and gaze saying more than any words could. It wasn't just about physical desire but about something much deeper—something built on trust, respect, and a love forged in battle and shared experiences. For them, this was not just about passion but about vulnerability, about letting each other in completely.
The tension in the room melted away as Samus smiled at Link's nervousness. She found his honesty endearing, and his concern for her made her feel even closer to him. "Don't worry, Link," she whispered softly, her voice filled with reassurance. "It's not about being perfect. We'll do this together, but you have to promise me something—listen to me, and trust that I'll guide you."
Link nodded, still feeling a bit unsure, but her words gave him the confidence to proceed. He carefully spread her legs, his heart racing as he tried to find the right rhythm. Samus gasped softly at the initial thrust, her body tensing for just a moment before she relaxed into the feeling.
"Linkkkk," she moaned, her voice breathy and filled with pleasure. The sound sent a shiver down his spine. He recalled Bayonetta's advice once more—make sure she enjoys it too. He listened carefully to Samus's subtle reactions, her small gasps, and the way her body moved beneath him. Encouraged, he decided to try different positions, adjusting as they went, while Samus offered gentle suggestions, guiding him with care.
Link was cautious, moving slowly at first, mindful not to hurt her. Samus's pleasure became more evident as she let out more frequent sounds, though she tried to suppress her voice, her body responding in waves. But suddenly, Link froze, worry flooding his face. "Samus, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice tight with concern as he stopped.
Samus, though breathless, chuckled lightly at his overprotectiveness. "No, Link," she reassured him, though her words came out with a bit of effort. "I'm just trying not to scream so loud... I don't want anyone to hear us." Her playful smile helped ease his mind.
Feeling a bit more comfortable, Link resumed, this time more in tune with her reactions, pressing forward gently but confidently. Samus's muffled moans filled the air as she continued to try and contain her voice. Link, noticing her effort, had an idea. Leaning in close, he kissed her deeply, a gesture that both of them instantly enjoyed. It became a way for them to share the moment even more intimately, letting the passion flow between them in a quieter but no less intense way.
The intimacy between Link and Samus had reached a new level, and both felt a deeper connection forming between them. After Link stood up, slightly out of breath and dazed from the intense moments they shared, Samus saw the opportunity to take control.
"Link, lie down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling," she said, flashing him a teasing smile that sent a shiver through him. Without hesitation, Link obeyed, trusting her completely.
Samus, with a confident and loving gaze, took Link's member in her hands. Link, though confused at first, didn't resist. He was curious about what Samus had in mind, but his trust in her was absolute. As Samus placed his member in her mouth, Link gasped softly, overwhelmed by the sensation. Her eyes locked onto his, her seductive gaze making him feel as though he was floating in pure bliss.
Every movement she made was careful yet intentional, her hands and mouth working together in a rhythm that left Link trembling. His soft moans filled the room, his body reacting to her every touch. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and though he tried to hold back, the overwhelming sensation took over.
Without warning, he released into her mouth, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment washing over him. "Samus... I'm sorry," Link said, his voice soft with a hint of guilt. "I didn't mean to... I couldn't control it."
Samus paused for a moment, then slowly pulled away, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she met his gaze. She wiped her mouth subtly and leaned in closer. "Don't worry, pretty elf," she whispered, her tone playful and filled with desire. "You'll pay me back in kind."
Samus lay back on the bed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she looked at Link. "You still have elf energy," she teased, clearly pleased with what had just transpired.
Link, though feeling a bit tired, wasn't one to back down from a challenge. He was, after all, a warrior used to pushing his limits. With a confident smile, he responded, "I have plenty of energy," his tone defiant but playful.
Samus leaned in to kiss him, her lips soft against his. "You'll do the same thing I did, okay?" she whispered as she pulled away. Link nodded, understanding what she wanted. Samus spread her legs, giving Link full access as she trusted him completely.
Link lowered himself between her legs, his lips gently pressing against her womanhood. Samus let out a small breath, her eyes closing as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her. "You can kiss, lick... but don't bite. Be gentle," she added with a smile, her playful tone mixed with anticipation.
Link followed her instructions with care, his movements precise yet tender. His lips and tongue explored her in soft, measured strokes, and he could feel Samus's body respond beneath him. She tugged on his hair lightly, signaling her desire for more intensity, and he obliged, deepening his movements without losing the tenderness she had asked for.
Samus gripped the bed sheets tightly, her body tensing with each wave of pleasure that washed over her. She suppressed her moans, her breath hitching with every new sensation Link created. His fingers joined in, skillfully amplifying her pleasure, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, Samus could no longer hold back. Her body shuddered, and she released her pleasure into Link's mouth, her voice escaping in a soft gasp. Link remained there for a moment, ensuring she was fully satisfied before pulling away, wiping his mouth as he looked up at her with a mixture of affection and pride.
Link, feeling exhausted but content, gently lifted Samus and placed her on the bed before lying down beside her. Samus trembled slightly, still shaking from the intensity of their shared experience. As he remembered Bayonetta's advice about the importance of affection afterward—how women appreciated being hugged and loved—Link wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
He pressed soft kisses against her forehead and cheeks, savoring the warmth of her skin. Samus, feeling the tenderness of his embrace, reciprocated by planting gentle kisses along his neck, leaving small marks that made Link shiver slightly.
He glanced at her, taking in how beautiful she looked with her hair tousled and a rosy hue spreading across her cheeks. In that moment, she appeared more radiant than ever, and Link couldn't help but admire her. Samus caught his gaze and, with a playful smile, leaned in to steal a kiss from him, her lips lingering against his for a moment longer.
Though they were both fatigued, a sense of satisfaction enveloped them, the fulfillment of their connection evident in the peaceful silence. As the minutes passed, they gradually drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten as they surrendered to the comfort of one another.
As the morning sun crept into the room, Link blinked his eyes open, slightly annoyed by the bright light interrupting his rest. Before he could fully gather his thoughts, he heard Samus's voice, gentle and teasing.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," she said with a playful smile, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
"Samus," Link murmured, still half-asleep. "How long have you been awake?"
"Just a few minutes," she replied, running her fingers through his hair. "I was going to wake you up with a kiss, but I decided to watch you instead. I like seeing you sleep." She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, a gesture of affection that made Link's heart swell.
He soon found himself wrapped in Samus's arms, their positions reversed from the night before. Her warmth enveloped him, and for a moment, he simply enjoyed the quiet intimacy.
"Did you like last night?" Samus asked in a playful, seductive tone,.
Link smiled, a light blush coloring his cheeks. "I loved it. Did I do a good job?"
Samus grinned, her gaze softening with affection. "You did an excellent job. You're a good lover—attentive and loving." Her words made Link's heart skip a beat, and in his mind, he silently thanked Bayonetta for her advice. Little did he know, Samus was thinking the same thing. Bayonetta's tips had helped her set the mood perfectly, allowing them both to express their feelings fully.
"I love you," Link whispered, resting his head on Samus's chest, feeling her heartbeat in sync with his.
"I love you a lot too," Samus replied, kissing the top of his head, her arms tightening around him as they lay there, savoring the peaceful moment, their bond deepened by the intimacy they had shared.
As Samus gently ran her fingers through Link's hair, a soft smile tugged at her lips as memories of their first encounter flooded her mind. She remembered the young man in the blue tunic, his legendary sword at his side, and his iconic shield on his back. Back then, Link had seemed so introverted, quiet, and distant, a warrior who spoke little and often preferred to isolate himself from others. He rarely responded to the provocations of those around him, keeping his innocent and sweet gaze fixed on his path. Who would have guessed that this silent hero, with his shy demeanor, would end up being the man who made her heart race and her life feel complete?
Meanwhile, Link basked in the warmth of Samus's touch, his own thoughts drifting to their first meeting. He remembered how awe-inspiring and intimidating she had appeared in her hulking power suit, an indomitable force on the battlefield. Her presence had been so commanding that he had initially assumed she was a man. But when she removed the suit, revealing her long blonde hair and striking features, his assumptions had been shattered. She was nothing like anyone he'd ever met—cold, distant, with a piercing gaze that seemed to read his soul, her confident and extroverted nature clashing with his quiet one. Back then, he would never have imagined that this fierce, formidable woman would become the one who made him feel more alive than ever.
Their differences had drawn them together in unexpected ways, and now, here they were—two warriors from different worlds, finding happiness in one another's arms. Both had faced countless battles, but this connection, the love they now shared, was the most powerful force they had ever known.
Link and Samus lingered in bed, savoring the quiet morning before their hunger finally motivated them to get up and eat. They hadn't had dinner the night before, too caught up in their own intimate world. After taking turns bathing, they started getting dressed, preparing to face the day.
As Link tied his hair back, he glanced over at Samus. "Who sleeps in the rooms next to ours?" he asked, curious.
Samus thought for a moment. "I think Ness is in one room, and Sonic is in the other," she replied, pulling on her outfit.
Link frowned slightly, thinking back to the previous night. "It would be a problem if they heard us last night."
Samus chuckled softly, though there was a hint of concern in her eyes. "Sonic's grown up. He has to understand we have... biological needs. But Ness? I'd feel really bad if he heard anything."
Link nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, that's why you were trying so hard to muffle your moans."
Samus raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. "It's for the best. Though I wish I hadn't. You were holding back, too."
"It's normal, right?" Link said, shrugging.
"Well, yes," Samus said, giving him a playful smile. "But, to be honest, women like to hear when men moan. We need to know if you're enjoying it, too."
Link looked genuinely surprised. "Oh, really?"
Samus grinned and gave him a teasing wink. "Of course. We're not the only ones who need reassurance, you know."
Link shook his head, smiling at her honesty. "Women are so generous."
Samus laughed as she finished adjusting her clothes. "You have no idea."
Together, they walked out of the room, ready to head to the dining hall for breakfast, both of them more connected and comfortable than ever.
When Link and Samus arrived at the dining room, they couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. The thought that someone might have overheard them the previous night made them uncomfortable, and they exchanged a few nervous glances as they walked in.
However, as they looked around, they saw that everyone was completely absorbed in their own conversations and routines. No one seemed to be paying them any extra attention.
They even spotted Ness talking to Lucas, laughing and chatting as if nothing unusual had happened. That sight alone made them both breathe a sigh of relief.
"Looks like we're in the clear," Link whispered, a small smile forming on his face.
Samus nodded, her tense shoulders finally relaxing. "Yeah, seems like no one heard anything after all."
Feeling much more at ease, they made their way to an empty table, the weight of their earlier concerns lifting. They were just another couple among the group, and for now, that was more than enough.
As Link and Samus sat in the dining room, quietly observing the people around them, they couldn't help but reflect on how strange their relationship seemed in the context of the Smash Mansion. The place wasn't exactly known for fostering love, especially not in a world filled with fighters who saw each other as rivals, friends, or, at most, comrades-in-arms. Romantic relationships here were rare and, when they did exist, they were often between those who shared the same world—like Mario and Peach or Luigi and Daisy. It made sense for them. They came from the same place, shared similar experiences.
But their relationship was different. Unusual.
A seasoned bounty hunter from a highly advanced society, equipped with futuristic technology that allowed her to navigate galaxies, versus a hero from a magical land, whose strength lay in ancient powers, enchanted weapons, and divine blessings. If anyone had seen them together for the first time, they might have thought it was an odd pairing, almost impossible to comprehend.
Samus, with her cutting-edge weapons, space-age armor, and ability to travel through the stars, looked like someone who would be drawn to another warrior with similar technological prowess. Maybe someone from a society as advanced as hers, a partner who could match her in battle and fight using the same kind of intelligence and skill.
And Link? A hero of legend, wielding a magical sword, using sacred relics, and blessed with divine power, seemed destined to be with someone who could match his magic and grace. Someone capable of casting spells or wielding enchanted weapons, who understood the ancient rituals and lore that governed his world.
Yet here they were, two people from entirely different worlds, connected in ways that defied logic.
Samus glanced at Link, smiling softly as she sipped her drink. It was strange, yes, but in their quiet moments together, it felt right. Their differences, instead of being barriers, complemented each other. Link's grounded nature, his quiet strength, and his unshakeable courage meshed perfectly with Samus's fierce independence, tactical mind, and steel resolve. They balanced each other, and in doing so, they found a kind of harmony that was rare—whether in battle or in love.
The strangeness of it all didn't matter to them. Their bond, forged through shared experiences, mutual respect, and, of course, love, transcended the differences in their origins. And maybe that was what made it even more special.
As Link and Samus continued their meal, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Even after all this time together, they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Their connection felt natural, special, and always left them both wanting to share more with each other.
Suddenly, Sheik appeared, seemingly from nowhere, as was his style. "Greetings, hero and bounty hunter," he said in his usual quiet tone, his presence startling but familiar.
"Hello," Link and Samus responded in unison.
"I'm here to remind you of our little training session in a few minutes," Sheik added, his voice calm and measured, as always.
"Training?" Samus asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Link, intrigued.
"Yeah," Link replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sheik's been helping me out with some stealth and escape techniques lately."
Samus chuckled. "You're really taking this ninja thing seriously, huh?"
Link grinned back, not minding the tease. "You can never be too prepared, right?"
"I'll wait for you," Sheik said before disappearing as mysteriously as he had arrived.
Sheik was a peculiar figure among the fighters. His introverted and elusive nature made him stand out even in the Smash Mansion, where people from all walks of life gathered. He rarely interacted with others outside of training or combat, preferring his solitude and the peace it offered. His identity remained a mystery to most—there was constant speculation about who or what Sheik really was. Some claimed he was a man, while others believed he might be a woman. Young Link had mentioned a few times that Sheik was actually Zelda in disguise, using some sort of ancient magic to change form, but even that wasn't enough to dispel all the doubt and curiosity.
"Sheik really is something else," Samus mused. "I can see why you wanted to learn from him."
Link nodded. "Yeah, he's a good teacher. Plus, with all the missions I go on, you never know when some stealth might come in handy."
Samus smirked, leaning back. "Who would've thought? The Hero becoming a ninja."