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Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction written for fun and not for profit. The writer does not own any rights to the Legend of Zelda or its characters. The writer makes no money from this story. This story is purely fantasy and the writer does not condone or encourage sex with a minor or anyone else that does not or cannot give consent.

“Oh... Good evening.”
Cremia smiled at the young, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. His name was Link, a new friend of her sister, Romani's. She had seen Romani speak to him several times in the past two days. He seemed a bit older than Romani, about eleven or twelve years old, but it was still unusual to see a boy his age out on his own, especially at dusk.
“I'm going to town now to deliver milk,” Cremia informed the boy. “Would you like a ride?”
Link simply said, “Yes.” She had noticed already that he rarely spoke, and when he did his voice was soft and quiet.
Cremia helped Link climb into her covered wagon. She sat in the driver's seat, and he stood close behind her, minding not to upset the large bottles of milk set on the wagon floor.
“Thank you for the ride, Miss Cremia,” Link said softly. She looked back at him and smiled.
“You're very welcome, Link,” Cremia said.
As she looked at him closely, she noticed that while his face was young, there was a dignified maturity within his expression. His eyebrows furrowed intently, and his mouth was set in a steely frown. She also noticed that the sword and shield he had strapped to his back did not look like the toys of a child, but real weapons. Cremia had assumed that Link wore them around because he liked to play hero, but to look at him now, she wondered if he may actually live up to the real thing.
Link's eyes, which had been looking thoughtfully up at the moon, drifted down to meet hers. Cremia blushed. To be caught staring so intently at a twleve-year-old boy, a boy five years younger than her! Link only smiled sweetly. Cremia noisily exhaled as she faced forward. Why did she get so flustered when he looked into her eyes? And why did she look at him with so much interest? He was just a boy. He was cute, yes, but in an innocent way. She wasn't attracted to him. Certainly not.
She had to say something before things got awkward.
“Tonight I'm kind of lonely,” She blurted. It wasn't quite the mood-lifter she had in mind. “I-I welcome company.”
Giving up on any way of salvaging the moment, Cremia set her mule into a trot. As the animal pulled the wagon onto the path toward Clock Town, her thoughts dwelled on her sister. Cremia had an awful feeling about the moon. Ever since yesterday, it seemed to get steadily larger in size There was something foreboding about the coming days, and the depressing thought that life was coming to an end, farfetched as it seemed, found its way into Cremia's mind. Poor Romani. She was so full of energy, so full of spirit, it couldn't possibly be contained in a life so short. It wasn't fair.
“Miss Cremia,” Link said. The young woman gave a slight shake of her head and abandoned her sullen thoughts. The boy continued.
“I just wanted to ask, do you run the ranch yourself?”
“Yes, well,” Cremia said. Again, sad thoughts made their way back into her head. She sighed. “I guess it's been a while now since our father died. I'm trying to take care of the ranch, but things have been getting unstable lately.”
“How so?”
“The cows always seem bothered and frazzled, and I'm finding broken bottles everywhere. Who's doing it, I don't know.”
“That's terrible.”
“My sister Romani has been worried, too. She's practicing using a bow. She says it's to stop the 'ghosts'.” With thoughts of her poor sister returning, Cremia had to start fighting back tears. She looked up at the moon.
Ever since yesterday morning, an odd thing happened when she looked up at the moon. She could swear she would see a grimacing face staring back down at the earth. There had always been talk about a so-called Man in the Moon, but she never remembered the face being so clear before. And she certainly never remembered the face looking so frightening. It was as though the moon itself was posessed. Was she the only one who noticed this?
“Say, what are the townsfolk saying about that moon?” she asked her young companion. “It's bigger than before, isn't it?”
“It is,” Link said quietly. Cremia felt a small, warm hand alight on her shoulder. Her heart fluttered at the boy's gentle touch. “But don't worry, Miss Cremia. It will be taken care of.”
Cremia had to smile at Link's statement. He was only a boy, but he spoke with a confidence that, unusually, put her at ease. His hand, still on her shoulder, gave her a gentle squeeze. The slightly flustering thoughts she had about him earlier started to creep back. His hand was warm and soothing. She started to feel guilty and odd. Hoping he wouldn't notice her discomfort, she moved onto a different subject.
“In town... I have a friend,” Cremia said as Link's hand slipped away. “Her name's Anju.” It might have been a mistake to bring up Anju. She was engaged to her boyfriend, Kafei, but between the ominous moon and Kafei's disappearance, Cremia couldn't help but feel hopeless. “Anju... the day after tomorrow is her wedding,” Cremia said, not to Link in particular, but to simply state it in the face of the dread that there would be no wedding the day after tomorrow.
Or the dread that there would be no day after tomorrow.
As the wagon left the ranch and started down Milk Road, Cremia glanced up at the moon once more.
“I wonder if it will fall... that thing.”
“It will be taken care of,” Link said. “Trust me.”
He said it with such confidence that Cremia almost believed him, and not only that it would be taken care of, but taken care of by him personally. She smiled at the thought of young Link stopping a moon from falling.

“What? The road....” To Cremia's shock, a fence had been hastily moved onto the road leading from the ranch to Termina Field. It was clear to her now, whoever had been upsetting the cows and breaking the bottles was seriously out to vandalize their ranch. Their livelihood.
There was a detour. If Cremia took the wagon around the Gorman Brothers' racetrack, it would deposit them back on Milk Road well past the fence. It was a dangerous move, she knew. She wouldn't put it past the Gorman Brothers to be the very perpetrators of the crimes committed against the ranch. Ever since one brother left for a life of show business, the other two struggled to maintain their family's dairy business. They were sad, bitter, desperate men, and it was obvious to Cremia she was being lured into driving onto their property.
“Boy, get your bow ready,” she warned Link. She had seen him with the bow the day before, playing Romani's balloon game. He seemed a good shot for a boy his age, and Romani spent much of the morning gushing about his skills.
The sounds of the insects, which Cremia enjoyed on most nights, made the trek around the Gorman Brothers' seem more tense. They would attack, she knew. She knew they would destroy the bottles of milk, and she shuddered at the thought of what they may do to her if they got their hands on her.
“First Milk Road is blocked by a boulder and now we have to take this detour through ugly country.” The wagon came around a bend and before them lay the track straightaway. “Are you ready, boy?” Cremia called behind her. “I'm going to try to get us through here as fast as I can. If any pursuers come from behind, chase them off with your arrows. They may be after my cargo of milk bottles.”
Cremia looked behind her to see Link's bow already in his hand.
“Do you understand?” She asked.
“Yes,” Link answered.
A thin smile formed at the corner of her lip. If she had taken this journey alone, she might have given up and turned back, but Link was with her. This was a dangerous game, but something told her that the boy could live up to it.
“Thanks!” she said. “I'm relying on you. If we can get through here,” she blushed as she continued, “I'll have a big thanks for you.”

They were ambushed almost immediately. Two masked men on horseback who whooped and hollered as they rushed the wagon. But Link lived up to Cremia's expectations. He fired blunt-tipped arrow after arrow. Not lethal, but certainly painful. When a bandit neared the wagon, Link hit him square in the chest, and the man would fall back to let his companion make a pass. She breathed heavily as she squeezed every iota of speed from her mule.
When they finally reached Milk Road again, on the other side of the fence, their attackers gave up. She looked behind her. Link, bow still in hand peered out the back of the wagon, ready just in case. All three bottles of Chateau Romani were safe and untouched.
They made it, and it was thanks to that remarkable young boy.
“Link...” she said.
“Don't worry, Miss Cremia,” Link said. “It looks like they've given up.” He was calm and serious. No hint of weariness or fear. Where did he get that courage?

The rest of the journey to Clock Town was safe and easy. The delivery was a success.
The two of them stood by the wagon. Cremia was ready to head back to the ranch, but she had a promise to keep to her little hero.
“Mr. Barten was happy to get his first delivery in quite a while!” Cremia said happily. “Thank you.”
“You don't need to thank me, Miss Cremia,” Link said quietly.
A blush formed on Cremia's face. She always liked humble men. They proved their prowess with action, not words. While Link was only a boy, tonight he showed he had strength and courage to rival any man she had ever met. She was quite impressed. Quite impressed indeed.
“You were pretty cool...” Cremia said in a low voice. “This isn't very big, but accept my thanks.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled Link against her chest in a hug. His warmth repelled the cool night air. She could feel his breath blow through her shirt and caress the skin of her breasts. His body relaxed in her arms, and she noticed a smile form on his lips.
But she wasn't finished.
Cremia let the hug last a little longer, then, gently, she leaned down and kissed him. He started just slightly at the touch of lips on lips, but then he brought his hands up behind her head and pressed himself against her tighter. Satisfaction washed over her. He wanted it, too. He wanted her.
She reached behind him to caress his back, but it was difficult with his shield and sword scabbard in the way. She grabbed the sides of the shield and tugged. Getting the hint, Link pulled back and undid the strap. He stood still as he allowed Cremia to pull off his shield and scabbard. They were only slightly heavier than she expected.
She moved to drop Link's equipment unceremoniously on the ground, but had a second thought as she remembered that the coziness of a mule-drawn wagon was at their disposal. She skipped to the back of the wagon and placed Link's sword and shield inside. She then bounced herself in, and held her hand out to help Link follow. He accepted her hand and she pulled him in.
They kneeled inside the wagon together looking into each others' eyes. Now that the momentum of their making out had been interrupted, Cremia felt very nervous. She had never taken things this far with a man, or boy, before. Growing up, she had a strong crush on Kafei, but his heart was always for Anju, even when they were children. Except for him, there weren't any appealing men her age to be romantic with.
But now there was one very appealing man just a little younger than her.
Link had decided to take charge now. He removed his hat and set it down beside him. Cremia thought for a moment that she saw something like a firefly escape from it and fly out of the wagon, but with so many things racing through her mind she did not pay much attention to it. Link leaned toward her, and she felt her hands begin to tremble. Various insecurites began to dominate her thoughts. Did he like her red hair? Could she make him feel good even though this was her first time? Would he find her body—calloused and muscled from ranch work—too masculine even despite her ample breasts?
Even as she worried and trembled, Link's lips found hers, and her trembling stopped. His soft young lips in the heat of the moment halted everything. Her thoughts, the sounds of the animals outside, even the nagging worry about the ranch, Romani, and the moon. There was only he and her.
They pulled their lips apart, and without a word, she undid the kerchief on her neck. She made to pull off her blouse, but halted when she saw Link untie the laces on his tunic. When he finished, he reached for his belt, but she stopped him.
“Why don't you let me?” Cremia said, smiling seductively
Link nodded wordlessly. Having never did or undid a belt from the front before, she had to fiddle around before it came loose, and she blushed with slight embarrassment. Once she got the belt off, though, she was eager to start undressing him. Pulling roughly, she slid his tunic up over his head, leaving him in only shorts and boots. He was slim, and his torso looked smooth and firm. Although he was young, his shoulders had already started to broaden.
Cremia leaned forward and began trailing kisses along his right shoulder, starting with the top of his arm and working her way toward his neck. She sucked on his warm skin, flicking her tongue and leaving wet spots of saliva. He said nothing, but his breathing became loud and deep. When she reached his neck, she inhaled through her nose, taking in the scent of his sweat. She felt invigorated by the smell, and continued across his other shoulder. Her hands wound behind him and caressed his bare back. She probed at muscle and bone and traced her fingers along his contours.
But soon, she came to realize that she was doing very much and he was doing nothing.
“I'm sorry, Link” Cremia said sadly. “You're letting me see your body, but I'm not letting you see mine.”
“Please,” He intoned quietly. “Do whatever you like.”
She smiled at this, but she preferred they continue as equals.
“Take off my blouse,” she said, sitting up straight and holding up her arms.
The boy grabbed hold of the bottom of her blouse and untucked it from her skirt, then pulled up. He continued pulling as he stood up until it came over her head. Cremia held her arms out in front of her, and Link pulled the blouse toward himself, sliding it off her arms. She blushed as his eyes immediately focused on her cleavage, enhanced by the bra that pushed her breasts together. She nervously scratched her right cheek.
“They're... so big,” Link said in amazement.
“I suppose,” Cremia said nervously. “Do you like them?”
“If I could see them... please?”
Cremia started to get nervous again. This was probably the point of no return, but she could not bring herself to stop. She very ungracefully undid her bra and let it slide off. Except when her father bathed her many years ago, no man had ever seen her this unclothed before.
“They look beautiful,” Link said. “You look beautiful.”
Cremia let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. With new confidence, she smiled at Link and took his hands. She placed them on her bosom, one hand on each.
“Touch them,” she said encouragingly. “And, um, enjoy them.”
Link rubbed and caressed each breast. His eyes were wide and she had to stifle a giggle at his boyish interest. He gently squeezed and fondled her. His hands were so soft and so warm. A fire began to heat in her loins as his caresses stimulated her. He took her pink nipples in between his fingers and lightly pinched.
“S-suck on them,” she said.
As if he had been waiting anxiously for her to say that, he leaned down to her right breast and sucked on her nipple. She gasped at the touch of his lips. He moved his head back and forth slowly, exerting and then releasing pressure on her breast. As he sucked on one, she started to fondle the other, squeezing and pinching herself. Her fire started to burn hotter.
Link stopped sucking on her and rubbed his cheek against her breast. He looked up at her and met her gaze. Despite the wholly un-innocent acts they were partaking in, she saw innocence still in his eyes. It was adorable. She hoped he could still look at her like that when all was said and done.
“You're a very cute boy,” she said. He blushed a deep red.
“Thank you,” he said. “You are very beautiful. You have a lovely body.”
“Thank you, Link, but you haven't seen all of it.”
Cremia pulled off her boots and socks and stood up. She undid her belt and let it fall to the wagon floor. A wry smile spread across her face.
“Help yourself,” she whispered.
Link got up and brought both hands to the waistband of her skirt. He pulled it down slowly, revealing her simple white panties, her calves, her knees, her shins, until the skirt piled at her feet. Cremia stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside. She grabbed hold of sides of her panties.
“Should I, or would you like to?” she asked the boy.
His cute blue eyes looked up at her.
“Why don't you?” he responded.
Cremia blushed again. She almost couldn't believe that she had come this far. She was going to reveal her entire naked body, imperfections and everything, to this young boy. Taking a deep breath, she bent over and slowly pushed her panties down. Feeling cool air on her loins made her shiver. After removing her last garment, she tossed it into the pile of their clothes, and at last stood up straight. She looked at Link's face, hoping to see an expression of satisfaction. He looked her up and down with an eager smile, and to her pleasant surprise stepped close and embraced her. In a repeat of the hug they shared outside the wagon, his face was buried in her bosom, but this time his hands roamed around her back. They rubbed and caressed every inch of it, making their way down to her naked butt. He squeezed it lightly and she let out a gasp.
Cremia kissed the top of his head, then leaned down to kiss his lips. The passion of this kiss was much more fierce than their previous one. Their tongues intertwined. Saliva moved from one mouth to the other. She felt hot and excited, and she felt a need. It was a brand new need she had never felt before. It asserted itself between eating and breathing, then pushed its way in front of them. She needed Link. She needed to see him, see all of him, feel all of him, and the need was powerful.
Anxious to explore, but not wanting to frighten him, Cremia gently pushed Link away from her and bent lower to reach his shorts. Glancing at him quickly and giving him a smile, she pushed them down his legs, only to see that she forgot he was still wearing his boots. As quickly as she could, she undid the buckles and tried to pull left boot, right boot, and shorts off all at once. With some fumbling, and some help from the boy, she finally succeeded. Then quickly, she tugged his socks off his feet, and smiled with satisfaction. Only one more item of clothing left to go
Cremia took in a breath when she saw the bulge in his underwear, clearly indicating that he was already and probably long since fully aroused. Now the need grew even stronger. She pulled his underwear down quickly, revealing his cock. As he was only about twelve, she did not expect it to be large, but it certainly exceeded her expectations. Link also had a small patch of pubic hair just beginning to grow.
Now, she stepped back slightly and took in her partner's entire naked body. He looked wonderful. The beginnings of puberty had not yet caused the awkward proportions that often come of it. His legs matched the lean and healthy look of his upper body. He was slim, but fit, and his boy's penis looked cute standing at attention for her. He smiled shyly at her, but something in his expression revealed he was probably more anxiously excited than nervous. She certainly felt more nervous than he looked.
Now it was time to continue. Cremia was to give her virginity to this boy, Link. But, as the old saying goes, by doing one good deed, a child becomes an adult. Young as he was, in just the two days she had known him he had fascinated and captivated her. He was strong, an excellent fighter and protector. He was mature and kept a cool head even when in danger. And most importantly, he was kind, kind to her and to Romani. Standing naked before him, about to have sex with him, she had fallen for him. That he was five years her junior did not matter. She loved him.
She kissed his lips, lightly this time. No touching of tongues or sharing of saliva, just an innocent kiss.
“Link,” she said softly.
“Yes, Miss Cremia?”
“Please, just call me Cremia,” she said smiling. “But, I've never... made love before.”
Link frowned slightly. “Oh,” he said. “I, well, I've only ever heard about it. I don't really know what to do. I was hoping you could help.”
She smiled, and even a giggle escaped. In a way, she liked this. They were delving into something new together. Exploring it as a team.
“Let's let instinct take over,” she said.
Cremia lay on her back. The wood floor of the wagon made her a bit uncomfortable, but she found slight relief by folding her skirt under her head like a pillow. She drew her knees up to her chest, exposing her nethers to Link. The boy, for his part, looked as calm as a grazing cow. With his left hand he gently massaged her mons, as his right hand caressed her leg. Feeling his hand so close to her privates made her shiver with anticipation. He brought his hand down to her vulva, and his finger ever so slightly pressed into her opening. Cremia took in a sharp breath. Her fluid began to flow, lubricating her insides in anticipation of his entrance.
Link teased her some more before he looked at her face. His eyes asked the question, “Are you ready.” She nodded silently. The moment had come.
He needed nothing more to prepare. As he brought his hips up to hers, she saw that his penis was still solidly pointing up. She breathed deeply as she felt the heat of his glans touch her. Slowly, he pressed his way in. She felt a tingle as he touched her barrier. He paused his actions and looked back at her face.
“Don't stop,” she said, encouraging him to continue.
With a quick thrust, he was through. Cremia felt a slight pain, but she was easily able to ignore it by concentrating on the good feelings. The feeling of Link's body, the warmth of his breath, the safeness and security he provided, the filling of her physical and mental voids. She barely noticed the pain was ever there.
Link moved in and out of her at a steady pace. The temperature of the air around them started to rise, and Cremia felt small beads of sweat form on her skin. She took deep breaths as adrenaline began to course its way through her. Link's arms stretched to either side of her, holding himself above her as he thrusted. Cremia grabbed both his wrists and pulled his hands up off the wagon floor so that the full weight of his body fell on her. She guided his hands to her breasts and encouraged him to massage them. He obliged.
Link was all over her. He bucked his hips, his stomach rubbed against hers, his hands kneaded her bosom and his fingers pinched her nipples. Cremia bent her neck forward and puckered her lips for a kiss. With their size difference, he had to stretch himself out to give her one, but with a little effort her lips felt his. Cremia was in heaven. The new, aching need was being sated.
“It feels good,” she cooed breathily. “It feels so good.”
Almost thoughtlessly, she started flexing muscles in her loins, tightening her passageway in time with Link's entrances. She heard him gasp, which was greatly encouraging. She placed her hands on his butt and squeezed. She wanted to excite him as much as she possibly could. He responded to her squeezing his butt by squeezing her breasts, even hard than he had been. It became a competition of rubbing and squeezing the fleshiest parts of their bodies. Link started to buck his hips faster. His thrusts became so hard Cremia momentarily forgot that he was but a child. She forgot that the member penetrating her was only in the developing stages of pubescence. He used it with everything he had. The strength of his thrusting was amazing. A smacking noise sounded each time his hips made contact with hers. The wagon rocked back and forth.
“Cremia!” Link shouted. She could tell he was nearly at his peak.
“Just a little more, Link!”
“Cremia!”
She felt a hot fluid within her. Link's seed erupted from his penis and soaked the walls of her vagina. He had not quite lasted long enough to bring her to orgasm. She looked down at him and he looked up at her. The orgasmic bliss on his face gave way to a kind of sullenness.
“Sorry, Cremia,” he said quietly. “I tried to make you... you know.”
She smiled at him and patted his head. He was only a boy, after all. He had tried very hard, and he had come very close. She lay exhausted on the wagon floor. Link laid down beside her. They cuddled as they let the heat dissipate.
“You did good, for a boy, Link,” Cremia said. She meant it to be reassuring, but there was a look of doubt on his face. She was sorry to see it. He had been strong and courageous when he protected her and the wagon from bandits, and he had come very close to bringing her to orgasm; he didn't have to feel shame.
“I loved it, Link,” Cremia said. “Don't be discouraged because you didn't last as long as you wanted to. You're new to this. Once you get more practice, you'll last longer.”
He seemed to consider this, then he looked up at her expectantly.
“More practice?” He asked. There was the hint of a smirk on his face.
“Well, maybe not tonight,” she said tiredly.
“Right, not tonight.”

> A V > A V

“Just a little more, Link!”
“Cremia!”
She felt a hot fluid within her. Link's seed erupted from his penis and soaked the walls of her vagina. He had not quite lasted long enough to bring her to orgasm.

> A V > A V

“Just a little more, Link!”
“Cremia!”
She felt a hot fluid within her. Link's seed erupted from his penis and soaked the walls of her vagina. He had not quite lasted long enough to bring her to orgasm.

> A V > A V

“Just a little more, Link!”
“Cremia!”
She felt a hot fluid within her. Link's seed erupted from his penis and soaked the walls of her vagina. He had not quite lasted long enough to bring her to orgasm.

> A V > A V

“Just a little more, Link!”
“Cremia!”

> A V > A V

“Just a little more, Link!”
“Cremia!”

> A V > A V

“Just a little more, Link!”
“Cremia!”
She felt a hot fluid within her. Link's seed erupted from his penis and soaked the walls of her vagina. He had not quite lasted long enough to bring her to orgasm.
But he had come very, very close.

> A V > A V

His thrusts became so hard Cremia momentarily forgot that he was but a child. She forgot that the member penetrating her was only in the developing stages of pubescence. He used it with everything he had. The strength of his thrusting was amazing. A smacking noise sounded each time his hips made contact with hers. The wagon rocked back and forth.
“Cremia!” Link shouted. She could tell he was nearly at his peak.
“Just a little more, Link!”
She felt his whole body shake as he strained to keep his orgasm back. He thrusted and thrusted, harder and harder until she felt like he may break her apart. The friction was fierce, the heat around them intense, and a tingle sprung up in her crotch.
She was standing on her own peak. Her seaside cliff. She was being pushed toward the edge. She could look down at the water below.
“I'm so close!” Cremia cried.
This seemed to encourage Link. Somehow, he started thrusting even faster. Her vision was a blur, sounds seemed to echo through her head.
“Oh yes, Link! I'm coming!”
Like a jolt, electricity coursed through Cremia's nerves. Her muscles trembled as adrenaline washed through them. She was pushed from her cliff and fell to the water below, weightless and high. Each ounce of energy left in her drained, and she sprawled her body on the floor of the wagon. She took deep, ragged breaths, but it would be a while before she recovered from Link's incredible performance.
He laid down next to her. She put her arms around him and they cuddled.
“Amazing,” Cremia said softly. “You must be a natural at this.”
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