They made haste to her knight's room, a mere two doors away from her own bedroom. Oh, her husband hadn't been happy to learn that her knight attendant slept so closely to them when they had first wed. He had originally requested that most of the hall be left barren, citing privacy reasons despite the castle walls being mostly sound proof but Link had happily put his foot down, doubling down for Zelda's own personal safety.
When Link clicks his door open with a key, Zelda's first instinct is to look at the floor as if she's never done this deed before. Her heart pounding against her chest as the door closes behind her.
She's only ever slept with her husband and its a dreary chore everytime; lay down, deal with the poor man's useless rutting for a full three minutes, then sneak a contraceptive in the middle of the night.
When she looks around, she notes the cleanliness and how proper Link's room looks. The only item haphazardly placed is the Sheathed Master Sword sitting on the table, an unfolded polishing rag sitting beside it.
The thought of her knight in bed with her brought back memories of being eighteen again, dreaming of the forbidden novels she used to read in the library under the guise of a candle at midnight with hidden affairs and desperate rendez-vous in hidden alcoves tucked between the pages.
When she turns to look at Link, she sees that he's beaten her to it and he's closed the space between them. His hands come back to rest on her waist and their lips come together naturally, deepening from where they left off in the halls. Her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, fingers weaving into his hair and tugging lightly at the strands. Their pace quickly picks up as his tongue slips into her mouth to caress hers, pulling an involuntary moan from her throat.
"I want to hear you. All of you," he whispers, his breath hot as it sent shivers down her back. All she can do is hum and nod when he places a hot, open mouthed kiss on the junction of her neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring her skin.
Her mind drifts away from the party and her husband, and she focuses entirely on the fires of excitement that he's actively stocking in her belly.
Instinctively, she undoes the buttons of his blazer and discards it instantly while he begins undoing the thousands of knots doting the back of her gown. Slowly, the dress loosens around her bust, revealing her breasts bit by bit. Once her gown is fully loosened, it falls to the floor in an ungraceful thud, and his hands are back to softly roaming the small of her back with his breath warming her neck.
When he finally raises his eyes to meet their gazes, all she sees is pleading and a sweet tenderness in his features.
"Allow me to worship you, Zelda." His voice is smoother and sharper than the blades he so expertly wields that she feels herself turn red once again, She's not entirely sure what he means by that, but it's enough to have her mind wondering what he would have in store for her.
She nods shyly, averting her eyes while Link leads her to sit on the edge of his bed. Her heart pounds against her chest as she watches him kneel in front of her, still fully clothed in his dress shirt and formal pants. "What are you going to do…" She asks quietly, suddenly feeling the need to bring her legs together as he brings his hands to rest on her knees.
He slowly brings her legs apart as he eyes her curiously. "You've never done this?" She sees something dancing in his eyes, and she quickly realises that he might start teasing her.
"Of course I have!" She proclaims, the shyness suddenly vanishing as if it hadn't been there before. She's still not sure what he's referring to, but the mischievous grin that now decorates his face makes her heart beat a little faster.
"Oh?" She hears the amusement in his voice. "Then close your eyes." He tells her, lightly pushing her shoulder to have her laying down.
Zelda reluctantly closes her eyes and lets her head hit the blanket beneath her. Is he going to fuck me like this? She wonders as she lays there for what seems like forever. She impatiently starts shifting, awaiting a touch of any kind, but all she hears is his breathing.
Her ears suddenly perk. "You're so beautiful Zelda." She hears him mutter quietly. Her legs suddenly jerk up when something wet touches her inner thigh. Instinctively, she opens her eyes and moves to readjust her position when a firm hand pushes her back down on the mattress.
"I said close your eyes." HIs voice is firm as the wet touches continue on her thighs. Her body flushes as she lets herself reax onto the bed, the only thing plaguing her mind being the wonders of what he'll do next. "Relax Zelda." She hears him speak again, but this time much softer and his hands come back to sooth the tense muscles of her legs.
She feels his fingers move to her underwear, sliding them off easily. "If you don't like it, tell me." He whispers before discarding the small piece of fabric. She gulps and nods as she feels the collar of his dress shirt brush against her inner thigh.
His face must be—
"Oh!" Her body jolts as she feels a faint touch on her vagina. She bites her lip as his fingers trace her lower lips, sending small electric waves to her core. "What are you-"
She feels his finger stop and hold against her clit. "Worshipping you. Do you not like it?" She senses a small tinge of worry in his question.
Oh she loves it, she wouldn't lie to him, but it was only something she had ever done to herself. "Zelda? Do you want to s-"
"No! Keep going, I'm fine!" She squeaks out, embarrassed. It takes a moment for his finger to resume what it had been doing and Zelda allows herself to relax to his touch. Her eyes remain closed as she releases her lip from her teeth, long silent breaths escaping her lips as she indulges the new sensations that are his fingers pleasuring her.
She's never had anyone else's hands do this to her, safe for her own. She thinks back to the only time her husband has even dared put his hand so close to her, and she realises he had only done so for the selfish purpose of simply putting his dick in and trying to find where to do so.
She bites the inside of her cheek as she feels a second finger added to the mix, touching and spreading the juices that flowed from her cores around, massaging every nook and fold possible. A gasp escaped her lips when she feels his fingers slip inside her with ease, pumping her gently and curling in a steady rhythm.
Just as she opens her eyes to catch a glimpse, his eyes lock with hers as his mouth envelops her clit. She sees them narrow, amusement dancing in the crystal blue before feeling his tongue begin its slow assault on her bundle of nerves. Heat pools in her cheeks as she struggled to keep the gasps and moans down, his tongue swirling and ravishing her nerves as their eyes remained lock.
Paired with his fingers curling and massaging places deep within her, the familiar spring begins to tense inside her core, stronger than she's ever felt. Her fingers quickly find their way to his hair, pulling the rubber band free to tug on his locks.
"Please don't stop Link." She moans out as her feet arch out, still constricted by the dance heels strapped to her ankles. She leans her head back to the blanket as his tongue gains enthusiasm in its movements, tightening the spring exponentially while a third finger enters her.
All Zelda can think about is grasping his hair and controlling her volume as her legs tense up uncontrollably in an attempt to come together, an attempt blocked by Link's presence between her legs.
Oh goddess, She can't help but think as her knees begin shaking. She knows Link is aware that she's about to let go, his tongue incessant on its pressure against her clit.
She feels less than a second in between his tongue disappearing and his mouth sucking her clit before her spring snaps open, releasing waves of tension and pleasure throughout her body.
Zelda wasn't sure how long it happened, but she feels her voice leave her throat and her body floating through waves of stars and electricity. She doesn't feel Link's fingers and mouth leave her nor the bed dipping with the weight of his body next to hers.
She simply leaves her eyes closed as she succumbs to the waves of pleasure that could never compare to the ones she's given herself.
The ringing and darkness soon fades, and she hears his voice, laced with worry. "-lda!" She hears his voice cutting through her haze. "Zelda!" She flutters her eyes open and the first thing she sees are his eyes locked on hers, his pupils large and entirely focused on her. "Are you ok?" His hand reaches to her face, gently stroking her cheek.
"What happened?"
Pink stains his ears as he nervously chuckles. "I… uh… made you cum so hard you blacked out… I think...?" She blinks repeatedly, staring at the eyes that now avoid hers at all cost.
"I fainted?" she exclaimed, lifting herself too quickly and her head coming back down in an ache. She had only closed her eyes for what felt like two seconds, how long had it really been?
"Sorry about that…" He apologised sheepishly. "I wasn't expecting that."
She blankly stares at the ceiling, breathless from the confession. Did her orgasm really have that much power?
"Not sure if it was intentional or not, but you were holding your breath when you almost squeezed my head off." He informed her as he rubbed his neck.
"O-oh… My apologie-"
Link immediately cut her off with a grin. "No! Never apologise for that! To die by thigh is the way of a warrior, my queen!" She was taken aback by the excitement flooding his eyes. "That is the most honourable of d-" His words were cut off by Zelda's lips who came smashing into his, sending him tumbling back into the bed. "Eager, are we?" He whispered cheekily against her lips.
"Shut up."
"Yes ma'am." He could practically feel the roll of her eyes as he readjusted himself to lean against his elbows. "Take your heels off first." He motioned down as he readjusted himself to sit against the headboard.
He watches her every movement, almost reverently, Zelda notes, as she removes them and places them on the floor. She can't help but blush as his eyes never leave her form, his hands busy undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.
"Come here," He speaks softly, motioning to his lap. When she hesitantly moves onto the bed, her eyes dart to the bed and back to Link in confusion. "You alright?" She sees him remove his belt in a fluid motion, ripping it smoothly out of the belt loops without a care in the world.
She opens and closes her mouth, unsure of what to say. "I… I thought you'd want me on my back or something…"
He extends a hand out and pulls her to straddle his lap, a soft smile on his lips. "If that's the way you want to do it, then it's fine with me?" He wraps his arms around her waist and draws small circles in the small of her nude back. "But… I want you as close as possible." He pulls her flush against his body, as he dips his head to her neck and kisses it tenderly, letting his tongue roam slowly on her skin until he feels goosebumps form on her arm.
"Link~" She pants lightly, her nails gliding lightly on his collarbone and pectorals. He hugs her impossibly closer, and that's when she feels it beneath her, a dull poking against her thigh. Closing her eyes, she lets his lightly musky, floral cologne envelop her senses with its intoxicating undertones of sandalwood.
Why does he have to smell sexy too? She can't help but think as she starts rocking against him slowly, his hands keeping her body flush against his while she rubs against the rough material of his pants.
"I wish I could show everyone you're mine…" she hears him mumble against her neck, his lips sucking lightly so as to not leave a mark.
She wishes he could mark her too; to leave her resembling a leopard for the entire court to see just how attentive he is, how passionate he can be.
She sighed softly when his tongue lapped at her skin, exploring every inch and crevice it could, leaving warm trails of his saliva along the way. She could tell he was learning what she liked—he kept returning to the places that elicited the most noise.
Becoming more noticeable was his penis hardening beneath her, pressing against her in the best ways while her hips rocked against him.
He moans her name quietly as her hands follow to the waist of his pants, untying his belt and the button, shifting them hastily to his knees.
"We should…we should use something…" his voice is heavy against her skin, his eyes glossed over in lust and desire.
I don't care.
She doesn't have concern for the image that flits across her mind of her, Link and a small blonde child giggling.
She raises his face and kisses him deeply for a moment before pulling away. "I don't want anything between us Link… I'll take whatever you'll give me."
She feels him still against her lips for a moment before pulling away, uncertainty in his eyes. His blues study hers, though she has no idea the thoughts running through his mind at that moment.
She began wondering if it had been a mistake to say such a thing; to imply that she wanted to chance such a big thing with him; to push him down a road of uncertainty like that.
"I'm sorry—Ignore what I-"
He cut her off with his own lips, halting her speech for a short second. His hands went straight to her waist and gave a tentative squeeze of her flesh. "Never apologise…" he muttered against her lips. "I'm just… What if you get-"
She took his face between her hands and gazed into his eyes. "We'll be careful," she reassured him. "Do you have anything?" He nodded slowly, motioning to the nightstand next to the bed.
She reached her hand into the desk and pulled out a small wrapper, no bigger than her palm and unsealed the pack. "May I?" She offered, her voice barely a whisper.
"I'm all yours." He answered softly, allowing her to lift herself and roll the contraceptive onto his cock. Their eyes were locked as her nimble fingers worked the plastic, further igniting his body with the desire that was Zelda in her purest form..
With a smile, their lips came back together with a new passion alight, fire stocked between the two. His hands began rocking her against him, his hardened length beneath her begging for the Queen's attention.
He greedily swallowed every moan, every gasp, and every sharp intake of breath that graced her lips; his cock continuously rubbing against her most sensitive nerves. He fought the urge to continue said-ministrations as her pace quickened in time with her heavy breathing.
Slowly stopping his grinding, he resisted the urge to pick his pace back up. "I want you to cum while I'm fucking you." He whispered, something deep in his throat reverberating through Zelda. Lifting her hips gently, he brought her down and sheathed himself inside her, gasping at the tightness.
"Fuck," she whispered under her breath.
Screw taking my time. The first grind set something off, urging him on.
The way sweat clung to her skin, the way her head threw back when he filled her, it had him enraptured as if he was stuck in a dream.
If he was indeed stuck in a dream, he would make the most of it, savour the one he held so dearly before morning could rip it away from his bare hands.
He brought her to a steady rocking as her voice grew louder, less inhibited by shyness, and thrusted up, causing her voice to catch in her throat.
Link wondered if he was thicker, bigger than her husband, the new king, and that thought alone caused him to grow impossibly harder, gripped already in her tight, warm, heavenly velvet.
"Goddesses, Link, more," she panted out quietly, bucking her hips faster than his pace.
"My pleasure,"
And so he did as she requested.
One hand remained on her hip, plump and begging to be squeezed, and the other came back to her breast, toying with her nipple in the softest tease he could manage.
He craved to see and feel her writhe and tighten with every motion he did; he needed to hear her angelic voice beg and plead him. He needed to engrave the way she sang directly into his memory.
Their pace continued on for quite a while, enjoying the push and pull of a faster rougher rhythm to sate their needs, and a slower, more gentle caress to care for their emotional ones until finally, ecstasy crashed over them both.
Neither cared for how loud they'd been or how much their names echoed off the walls at that moment. Neither cared if there were any guards posted in the once barren hall, or if any nobles had been promenading around the castle late.
His queen slumped onto his shoulder, exhausted.
Goddesses, what had they done? He'd slept with his Queen. His married Queen. It was his head if anyone ever found out and chose to report him.
He glanced at Zelda, who still panted quietly against him, trying to regain her breath. From his angle, he could see the joy and ecstasy still ingrained in her expression. Her parted lips still against his skin. No hard stress lines in her face at all. Her hair stuck to her skin like he'd never seen before.
He didn't care if he got reported, he'd die the happiest man in existence with his only regret being that he wouldn't see such a beautiful memory once more.
He couldn't care less about her husband right now. He couldn't careless that she was married to the jackass, and her title simply flew out the window.
She's just Zelda. The Zelda he loves since he first arrived at the castle in his teenage years. The Zelda who's been there with him since the beginning.
He held her closer, hugging her as though she might leave him at any moment and never return.
"I love you so much, Zelda. If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up." He breathed out in awe, his hand stroking through her hair lovingly. Oh how he wished he could hold her like this every night, both covered in sweat from making love to one another.
"If this is a dream, I hope it never fades from my memory."
They hoped to all the heavens that it wasn't just a dream.