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Swashbuckler Link	By : JBrock868 Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 8969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The Legend of Zelda and all associated characters within this fic are property of Nintendo. This fic was written and published without the author receiving compensation.

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OK... a couple of things to mention first, since the disclaimer area didn't give me enough room to mention my borrowed character names, items and an ideas...
1. I borrowed a character name ("Lancel") as well as the image of a "dragonbone dagger" and "Arbor Gold" wine from George R R Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" book series. I make no claim to ownership of the character names, items or locations mentioned, nor did I make any money for including them in this fic.
2. I borrowed a character name ("Tammuz") as well as the image of a "ruby-hilted dagger" and the idea of blademasters, "Two Rivers tobacco" (or "tabac" as it is called in the books), and "heron-marked swords" from Robert Jordan's "Wheel of Time" book series. Again, I claim no ownership for the characters, items, or locations mentioned, nor did I make any money for including them in this fic.
Now that that's out of the way... Holy crap! I had meant this to be a quickie but before I knew it, it was 10 pages long! I was playing Wind Waker recently and figured, if Tetra and Link were older, this is how this part of the game could have played out. Also, keep in mind that, just like the game, Link never says a word out loud that the audience can hear.
Swashbuckler Link
            It was pitch black out when Link finally saw the lights from the windows that had to be Windfall Island. It wasn’t late, maybe three hours before midnight. The night was hot and oppressively humid. These fucking clothes… Link thought to himself. As he drew closer to the island town, a flash of heat lightning showed a large ship far offshore to the north. That dragon ram... Tetra beat me here, he thought.
            “She put the ship too far offshore for the townsfolk to see,” The King of Red Lions said to Link as they pulled to a stop in a secluded cove on the south side of the island. “Goddesses only know why the Mayor hasn’t had the lighthouse fixed yet,” he growled. “Anyway, get those bombs. Be careful, Link!”
            Link followed the coastline around to the bomb shop, and noted the three longboats from Tetra’s ship. The whole damned crew must be inside, he thought. If she brought that many men in, going in the front would be suicide. Sneaking around the building, Link cursed at having used that firefly from the forest to make a camera. That thing gave off a lot of light. Why didn’t I bring a lantern? A lantern would be nice right about now, he thought. Or a candle, or Fire Rod. I’m not picky. Sidling up against the shop’s wall, he crept along the narrow ledge towards the back of the building. There’s got to be another way in, he thought. The sound of the ocean crashing on the rocks below was not helpful in settling Link’s nerves. Finally, he made it to the back of the building. Light shone through the shop’s windows enough for Link to see details. There was a small, fenced-in yard there, along with what looked like an enormous slingshot, and a tool shed stood closed by a workbench. He must make the bombs back here, and test them over the water, Link thought.
            Link hopped the fence and crept towards the back of the building on hands and knees. He raised his head just high enough to look in one of the windows. Not good, he thought. The shopkeeper was tied and gagged, lying in the center of the sales floor. Tetra’s brutes were toting barrels out of the back area and bringing them towards the front door. If I had been a minute later, they would have seen me on their way out, Link thought. Tetra sat on a barrel in front of the shopkeeper, looking at the dagger in her hand, a contemplative look on her face.
            I need to get in there, Link thought. His hand along the wall for the door, but brushed up against thick vines instead. He glanced up. Light was coming out from above, too. He could get in from there, and get the drop on them, or just watch and wait them out, taking their leftovers. He started to climb. I’ll wait for them to leave. They can’t possibly take everything, Link thought. When he got onto the roof, he saw a hole he could wriggle through to get onto the rafters inside. Shaking his head at the risks he had to take, he began to crawl in.
            The scene had changed since he had last seen it. Tetra was pacing impatiently, now and was no longer holding her dagger, but gripped a leather cord tied to a clear crystal, twirling it absentmindedly in her hand. The crystal glowed with a slightly blueish-white light. In fact, it looked identical to the one she had slipped into his pocket when she had snuck him into the Forsaken Fortress. Oh, shit, Link thought. She has to know I’m here. This was stupid. All she has to do is look up to see me! But she didn’t look up, and gave no indication that she knew she was being watched.
            “Yes, Niko, I said all of it,” she replied to one of her underlings in a firm voice. “I don’t want a single bomb to be left here. This asshole,” she kicked the bomb salesman, “should have thought harder before trying his shit with us. Trying to gouge me when I was perfectly willing to pay? No, he looses all his profit for that.” She grinned sadistically. “If he’s half as greedy as I think he is, I’ll bet he wishes I would just slit his throat instead.” She threw her head back and laughed. Link stifled a gasp as he saw her face turn towards him, and then suppressed a sigh of relief as he realized that her eyes were closed as she laughed. She looked down at her captive. “You do most of your business to sailors. No trading ships are due in town for the next week or so… I wonder if anyone in town will even notice that you’re closed tomorrow. You might have a nice, long time to lay there and think about prices and profit margins.”
            “S-so… M-m-miss Tetra…” Niko started with a stutter. “I know y-y-y-you said no sh-sh-shore leave, but…”
            Tetra sighed. “Fine. Shore leave granted. But so help me, I will leave behind any man who is late. We sail for Outset tomorrow at dawn. I hear this town has a potion vendor that sells anti-hangover tonics. Tell the crew to stop there and pick up a dose before they go drinking.” She paused. “Niko, Lancel, and Tammuz, you will be staying on board to guard the ship.” The three in question started to raise objections, but Tetra simply crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow, shooting each of them a cool look that quieted them down immediately. “I have a few casks of good Two Rivers tobacco and Arbor White wine down in the hold. Bring up one of each, and enjoy them. Also, once the crew is back aboard, you’re off duty until we reach Outset. Fair enough?” The three actually grinned.
            The rest of her crew was gone by this time, and all of the barrels, too. As Tetra and the stragglers left, Link offered up a silent prayer of thanks to the Goddesses. The door shut behind them, and Link dropped to the floor. Quickly, he dashed to the stockroom, praying for his luck to hold. He pushed boxes aside, checked behind tables, but no bombs were left. Well shit, he thought. The night isn’t over yet.
            Link knew he needed a better look at the pirate ship’s location. They were too far offshore to swim in any reasonable amount of time, and even drunk lookouts would notice him bringing a boat close to theirs, and they would shoot him right out of the water. But maybe…
            Link checked the front door. Good, he thought. They’re long gone. He strode outside and the humidity and heat hammered him once again. We’re gonna have an awful storm soon, Link knew. One didn’t live long on the islands, where everyone was at the mercy of the tides, unless you learned how to tell a bad rainstorm from a “run for higher ground” storm. As Link got to the north end of the island, he spotted Tetra’s ship. Once you knew what you were looking at, it became clear. Maybe four hundred yards, Link thought, calculating quickly. Too far for the Deku Leaf if I don’t have any updrafts… An idea came to him and he ran back to King of Red Lions.
            “………… So they have the bombs,” the King said. “What do you need my sail for?” Link growled impatiently. I hate being second-guessed on my ship by my ship. As Link explained, the King’s wooden look grew more and more incredulous. “Four hundred fifty yards of rope and a Bags of Holding? Do you have the rupees for that?” Link threw his hands up in frustration. “Fine, fine. I understand. I’ll be a hundred fifty yards southeast of their ship when the rain starts.”
            And so, an hour later, Link stood on the top of the windmill in town, and had tied the sail to the claw on the end of his grappling hook. The rope tied to the hook was now a full four hundred fifty yards long, coiled very carefully at his feet. The Bag of Holding hung from Link’s belt. Wind Waker in one hand, Link tossed the grappling hook/sail contraption as high up as he could as he bent the wind to his will. The sail caught the wind, and looked a bit like a parachute as it flew off into the night towards the pirate ship. The tricky part will be trying to see where I’m sending it, Link thought, again wishing he had kept that firefly or a lantern or something. Based on wind speed and distance… As Link calculated the distance the thing must have traveled, he squinted into the night to try to see its elevation. Finally satisfied, he waved the Wind Waker in a circle, forcing the wind by the ship to spin in a circle centered on the mast. Letting the wind die, he tugged on the end of the rope still by him. It pulled taught. First try. Nice! I thought I would have to try it at least twice to get it to work. Link secured his end of the rope to the windmill. Goddesses. I must be crazy. I must be completely out of my fucking mind, Link thought as he pulled his shield out and put it above the rope, the two handles on either side. With this, Link changed to a northwestern wind, grabbed onto the shield with both hands, and pushed off.
            Link soon learned that his makeshift zipline was not very steep. He slid across the gap quickly, but not out of control. And by shifting the shield, he could control his speed a bit. As he neared the pirate vessel, he noticed Tammuz standing outside, smoking from a long-stemmed pipe, leaning on the mainmast. Link considered his options as he drew nearer. A quick calculation of the height of the mast and his zipline, and at ten yards, he cut the rope behind him. Suddenly, instead of going straight forward, he began to swing downward. Gripping the rope for dear life – and praying he didn’t miscalculate – he swung towards Tammuz, feet first. It turned out he did miscalculate by around a yard. He had intended to swing right into Tammuz, kicking him in the chest and knocking the wind out of him, but instead, his feet thudded against the wood of the mast less than six inches above Tammuz’s head. With a slow, drunken “huh?” Tammuz straightened and began to step away from the mast, but Link didn’t give him the chance. Letting go of the rope, Link let himself drop onto the poor fool, each leg onto one of Tammuz’s shoulders. As the rest of Link’s weight began to settle, Link leaned as far forward as he could to avoid sliding off the bigger man. The effect was comical. Tammuz could see nothing, his face essentially buried in Link’s crotch as Link leaned over and hugged Tammuz’s head to avoid falling off. A drunken Tammuz started screaming, though his words were muffled and Link could barely hear the words “ghost” and “Poe!” as the lumbering idiot stumbled about the deck blindly. As Tammuz neared the railing, Link jumped off of the man and landed behind him, and pushed him over into the water. Glancing to and fro frantically, Link bared his sword, though he hoped he wouldn’t have to use it. No one else was on deck. Link made his way to the ladder, grabbing one of the Deku sticks from the oversized jar where they were left for torches. Switching his sword to his right hand, and keeping the Deku stick in his dominant left hand, he descended. The door to the Captain’s quarters was closed, and Link slowly crept up and pressed his ear to the door, listening for movement and hearing nothing. Sounds like Tetra’s out drinking with the crew, Link thought. He had figured as much, but it didn’t hurt to double check. He continued past Tetra’s quarters down to the mess hall.

            Niko and Lancel were not nearly as drunk as he had hoped they were. Lancel was a genius with the sword, and Niko was pretty good at sneaking around to plant a knife into someone’s back. He had seen both of them work before, and they always made a good team. Link had a shallow cut along his spine from shoulder blades halfway to the small of his back courtesy of Niko. He also had a deeper puncture in his right side below his ribs that would have killed him if he had not already been jumping back from Lancel as he delivered the thrust. He was losing blood, and he didn’t want to kill these guys, so he needed to work fast. They stood to either side of him Niko warily avoiding the sword in his right hand while Lancel parried an attack from the Deku stick in his left. He couldn’t turn to face either one without taking a blade in the back from the other. Suddenly, Link broke into a run away from both of them, dead ahead. They pursued. Niko was the faster of the two, and Link pivoted in one smooth motion and began to charge directly at him. Link lunged with the sword in his right hand towards Niko’s face, and as the man dodged it, Link brought the Deku stick around to catch him behind his ankle, forcing it forward and up, landing him on his back. Link saw that Lancel was closing fast. He had time for one attack only before the other man would be on him. Sorry, Niko, Link thought as he brought his Deku stick up and swung it down hard onto the man’s forehead. Niko’s eyes rolled up as he passed out.
            Lancel was on him faster than he thought possible. Link tried to jump back, wincing as he felt Lancel’s blade cut across his stomach. Deeply. He could feel innards become outards as his guts unraveled and his blood began to pour out of him. Link dropped his sword. It was too heavy for his off hand to hold anymore. Lancel grinned apologetically as Link fell to the ground. Link’s last thought before the darkness took him was of his sister.
            He felt life burn through his veins once again. That’s right. I had a fairie in a bottle. He felt his minor wounds close up, and his intestines flowed back into him. Even the blood he had lost flowed back into his veins, and then his veins closed up, and the wound in his stomach began to furiously knit itself back together. His eyes opened, and he saw the fairie dust surrounding him, creating a barrier that Lancel couldn’t cross to finish the job. Link stood and gripped the Deku stick in his hand as the barrier dissolved. The Deku stick wouldn’t break on Lancel’s sword; Deku sticks were as hard as rocks. Link was worried, though. Lancel’s face had changed from the grin he had worn while fighting alongside Niko to a frown of concentration. Clearly, he was taking this seriously now. Lancel was a blademaster, the heron-mark sword that should belong to him lost to the sea during a raid. They engaged again. Link pressed, but Lancel pressed harder, driving Link back to one of the tables. Shifting his gaze to the table for a split-second cost him a gash on his right arm by the shoulder, but nothing a potion wouldn’t fix. Link jumped up onto the table and hopped back, letting Lancel on as well. They fought among the dishes on the table, Lancel pressing his skill advantage. Link’s wooden sword was faster than Lancel’s steel, though, and Link was able to parry and dodge successfully. Link smoothly rolled back after Lancel’s barrage, hefting a clay pitcher filled with wine in his right hand. As Lancel closed the gap, Link took a quick sip. Arbor Gold, he thought. She wasn’t kidding. He tossed the pitcher at Lancel, who easily batted it aside with his sword, with an almost disappointed look in his eyes. That pissed Link off. With a wordless snarl, Link jumped into an offensive of his own. Link began with a two-handed diagonal chop, which Lancel batted aside. Link turned it into a backhand cut that Lancel glided away from. He brought his wooden sword in to his side and then forward for a high thrust that was parried with an upward sweep of Lancel’s sword. Link turned that into a horizontal cut that Lancel took on his shoulder without even blinking. If I were using my sword instead of this, it would have given me some results, Link growled in his mind. Link realized his error. His sword was out of the way, giving Lancel plenty of time to score a hit across Link’s chest. Fortunately, it slid along his ribs instead of going deep, though pain lanced through him. Fuck it, Link thought. He jumped back again and set his feet to wait. Lancel rushed in, and Link jumped up to grab one of the low-hanging lanterns and swung over Lancel’s head, landing behind him. Lancel, having expected a parry, was now dangerously off balance, so the quick kick to the small of his back sent him stumbling forward, arms windmilling. Link wasn’t done yet. A quick thrust to the back of his knee put Lancel on his knees facing away from Link, a tap on his wrist made him drop his sword, and baseball bat swing to Lancel’s temple sent him sprawling unconscious. Link let out a sigh of relief as he sagged a bit, then went to retrieve his sword. He pulled a red potion out of his pocket and quaffed it quickly.
            Link crossed the mess hall and descended the ladder to the hold, and gasped in shock. Barrels filled the hold, all with the bomb maker’s mark on them. They’ll never even notice one missing barrel. Positioning his Bag of Holding by the top of one barrel, he upended it, its contents spilling into his Bag and disappearing into a small dimensional pocket that he could access at will. Having gotten what he came for, he began to retrace his steps back towards the deck to make his escape. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed loudly as Link crossed the mess hall. Link looked up as he heard the sound of rain beating on the deck above him. Just in time, he thought. I hope that damned boat is where it should be. He paused for a moment by Tetra’s door. Eying it, he thought of all the treasure maps he had seen in her room, as well as the jewels strewn carelessly about on her dresser. I do want to buy that Piece of Heart. And another bottle wouldn’t be bad, either. Besides, everything in that room is ill-gotten gains. She deserves to have it taken away. Glancing back and forth, Link slowly opened the door. Keeping his eyes on the hallway, he backed into Tetra’s room, and carefully closed it again.
            The loud clearing of a throat made him jump. He drew his sword out of instinct and whipped around. Tetra was there, lying on her front, her head by the foot of her bed propped up on her elbows. Her legs were bent at the knee, and her feet kicked the air lazily. He pointed his sword at her and assumed a defensive stance. She had a wolfish grin on her face, and she gripped that crystal on its cord in one hand. “I’ve been waiting for you, Link,” she said as she shook the crystal. Her voice was calm and in command, even while being threatened at swordpoint.   “As soon as you got within twenty feet of me, my crystal resonated with yours, and I’ve been spying on you since we left the bomb shop. You’ve got some real balls to singlehandedly steal from a pirate ship. Thanks for not killing my crew, by the way.” She paused. “And what was it that you were after in here? You have your bombs. Looking to steal a kiss from the pirate princess, too?”
            Link refused to even acknowledge what she was saying. Without shifting his gaze – or his sword – from her, he sidestepped over to her dresser, and began stuffing the jewelry on top into his rupee bag. Link couldn’t tell what emotions flashed across Tetra’s face, since they were gone in an instant, replaced by a cool expressionless gaze. Was that disappointment? Anger makes sense, but why did she look disappointed? Suddenly Link heard pounding outside as if a heavy man was running down towards the captain’s quarters.
            “Miss Tetra! Miss Tetra! Intruder!” The door to Tetra’s room burst open as Tammuz stood in the doorway. Before he had time to even register that Tetra wasn’t alone, Link slammed his foot into Tammuz’s middle, just below the ribs. The big man doubled over, gasping for breath. Link was not done. Placing his free hand on Tammuz’s head, he pushed the man’s head down as he raised his knee to meet him underneath his jaw. Tammuz started to fall forward, but Link kicked him again, sending him sprawling backwards. Link closed the door, and the sound of Tammuz hitting the floor in the hall was muffled by thick wood.
            Turning back to Tetra, Link’s eyes widened as he saw she now held two small, ornate daggers in her hands. One had a handle and crossguard shaped like snakes with a ruby in the hilt, and the other was Damascus steel, with what looked like dragonbone inlaid with emeralds for a handle. “How dare you try and steal from me.” She bit off every word, plainly furious. “You will pay for this, mark me well.” And with that, Tetra charged.
            Link was taken aback by the ferocity and grace of Tetra’s movements. She seemed to be dancing with her daggers. With every elegant twirl, every twist of her wrists, she seemed trying to caress, but with those blades in hand, her touch would kill. Link fended her off as well as he could, but she flowed around him, and kicked out one leg from under him. He went down to one knee, and suddenly knew he had lost. Tetra had pulled off his hat, and gripped his hair in one hand, wrenching his head back. She flourished with her other hand, and the knife she was holding disappeared somewhere up her sleeve, and she traced along Link’s exposed neck with her index finger. Then she leaned down and kissed him. He was so shocked that he didn’t respond at all, neither kissing back nor pulling away.
            Still holding tightly to his hair, she pulled her face back. The disappointment and amusement were plain on her face. “Hmph,” she grumbled. Raising one eyebrow, she let some of her arrogance and swagger into her voice. “I would have thought you would be better at this kind of thing.”
            Growling, Link dropped his sword, and grabbed Tetra’s shirt by the collar. He pulled her back down to him, and this time, he was ready. He could feel her amusement, still. He pushed harder, opening his mouth to let his tongue assert dominance in her mouth. She tried to do the same to him. She laughed around him, a deep husky sound. This position isn’t helping me control the situation here, he thought. Their tongues still locked in struggle, his hands still gripping her shirt, he twisted and rolled, pulling Tetra with him. She ended up on her back on the floor and him on top of her, his knees straddling her. He sensed, more than saw, the knife come up at him, but he batted it away without much effort. He heard a tchunk sound as the blade struck the deck plank, and saw the red ruby glint with the lantern light out of the corner of his eye. He removed his lips from hers and pulled back a little, but made sure to grip her wrists to keep her from trying anything else. Even now, pinned as she was and unable to use her arms, she tried to keep her composure, but her heaving chest belied her breathlessness. “That was…” she said breathlessly. “Marginally better.” He leaned in again and redoubled his efforts.
            Tetra writhed under Link. Suddenly, Link realized that her legs were free. She pushed them against his chest, and he was forced off of her. She grabbed one of his arms as he fell backwards, and swung him onto her bed. He landed roughly on his back. Aw crap, Link thought as he looked at her. She can see it now.
            She certainly could. Her eyes locked onto his tented shorts and a predatory smile emerged on her face. Her eyes glittered with hunger. But she couldn’t let this go without some taunting. “Poor Link,” she mocked. “Just a little kiss and he’s all hot and bothered.” Her mocking was spoiled a bit by her own panting and sweating. All the same, she jumped onto the bed on top of Link before he could get out of the way. She landed on his legs, locking him in place. “I bet I could make you cum in your pants,” she said as she looked down at the erection in front of her. She pulled off her top, and Link got his first look at Tetra’s bare chest, her small breasts bouncing with Link’s struggle to free himself. She felt him stiffen beneath her, and she laughed. She reached down and played with his manhood through his pants. Link groaned, and she instantly let up, barely letting her fingers graze the fabric. Slowly, she began to let her touches get heavier once again, instantly switching back to the barest of contact whenever he gave any indication that she was having an effect on him. Fucking cocktease, Link thought. Literally. He looked up at her, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open, playing with one of her nipples with her free hand, and he realized with a shock how close she was to orgasm, herself. Damn, she really gets off on power games.
            Taking advantage of her distracted state, Link forced himself upright, and buried his face in Tetra’s bosom. Leaning forward, he felt Tetra begin toppling backward as a cry of shock mixed with intense desire burst from her lips. That was probably the cutest sound I have ever heard in my life. As Link closed his mouth around one of Tetra’s nipples and started to let his tongue flick over it, she let out a moan of pure lust. And that, he thought, was the hottest sound I ever heard. He caressed her flat stomach with one hand and let that hand slowly work its way down towards her waistline. He tried to slide his hand under her pants and panties, but she pushed it away. Link continued his assault on her nipple, and brought his hand to her pants again. Her hands touched his wrists, as if to push him away again, but Tetra couldn’t summon the motivation to make him stop. Indeed, Link noted that after the ineffectual push, Tetra’s hands pulled her pants down to give him easier access. His hand slowly worked its way down, down, down. Tetra quivered with anticipation, but after teasing him so badly, he wouldn’t let her off the hook so easily. His hand reached her mound, and with a wicked smile around her nipple, Link let his hand slowly trace the outside of her lips, slowly, slowly, slowly spiraling inward. Holy crap is she soaked down there, Link thought.
            “Oh Goddesses,” Tetra moaned. “Just fucking do it!” Link raised his head to look at her, and affected a look of surprise that implied she was being very rude. He cocked his head to one side as if listening, waiting for her to say more. She sneered at him, knowing full well what he wanted to hear, but refusing to say it. His finger brushed lightly over her clit and she gasped as electricity shot through her. “Fuck! Oh, fuck,” she gasped. She closed her mouth and gritted her teeth. Link shrugged and went back to teasing her. He let his hand pull away slightly, letting the touches become lighter and lighter, and she spoke through gritted teeth. “Please, Link,” she said, knowing that she had lost her little game. “Please make me cum.” Link smiled and removed his hand completely. Tetra let out a sound of outrage and disappointment, but Link’s smile broadened as he brought his face down to her pussy. With his tongue toying with her clit and his hand now playing with one of her nipples, it didn’t take very long for Tetra to begin writhing and moaning loudly. As orgasm hit her, she screamed wordlessly for what seemed like hours.
            When Tetra was able to think coherently again, she saw that Link stood next to the bed, removing his pants, allowing his erection to spring out in front of him. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off, and he positioned himself between them. He paused, looking at Tetra. All mischief, all smugness from winning their little game was gone from his face, replaced with a serious look, and he raised an eyebrow in question. Tetra smiled at the young hero’s sudden seriousness and nodded her head. “Don’t worry,” she added. “I lost my…virginity… to some acrobatic tricks I tried to pull during a raid a few years back.”
            They both gasped as he entered her. Damn, she’s tight, Link thought. He began to thrust in and out, first slowly, then gaining momentum as Tetra began to play with her nipples. A wicked gleam shone in Link’s eyes as he grabbed her wrists. Removing himself from her, he deftly flipped her over so she was on her stomach, face buried in the bedspread, and her wrists held in place in the small of her back. As he entered her again, she grunted, the mattress muffling the sound. As Link continued to fuck her, a low, angry growl started in Tetra’s throat. That growl got progressively louder as Link continued to thrust in and out of her. She’ll try something to take control again, soon, Link knew. She’s been letting me win ever since the bomb shop, he thought. I’ll let her win, too.
            Suddenly, Tetra started struggling against his grip on her wrists. He let her slip free, and she grabbed the edge of the bed and pushed herself towards Link as hard as she could, crashing into him, sending him sprawling onto the floor, and Tetra on top of him, her back to him. She smiled. She was in control again. She began raising and lowering herself onto Link, the rhythm catching them both up. Link could feel the pressure building in him, and could hear her breath coming more and more raggedly. He leaned up, keeping one hand behind him to support his awkward position, tilted his head to the side, and kissed the side of her neck. She leaned back to rest her back on his chest, and turned to look at him, panting breathlessly, small moans erupting from her opened mouth with every breath. Her movement was reaching towards finale, they both knew. Link planted his lips firmly on hers, and as their tongues met, Tetra drove herself down as far as she could, as her second orgasm for the night shot through her like the lightning that flashed outside. Link’s hips bucked up to bury himself as deeply as he could into her as he felt himself erupt within her. When their orgasms subsided, Link lowered himself and her to the cabin floor, the two of them laying in each other’s arms, listening to the rain and each other’s attempts to catch their breath.
            “That was…” Tetra started into Link’s chest. “…Very good.” Link extracted himself from her and they both rose. Link put his pants back on. “You deserve a reward.” She backed him up to the bed and pushed him so he was sitting on the edge, and knelt between his legs. She deftly unbuttoned his pants. That wicked smile of hers had a look he had seen often on her, though usually directed at treasure, and never at him: ownership. Aw, shit, Link thought as she took his manhood in her hand and pulled it out. She teased him, brushing fingers over the tip, making light contact with his balls, making as if she would bring his cock into her mouth. She’s really good at teasing me, he thought. He was hard again very soon. With a grin, she took him in her mouth.
            She’s really good at this, too. Her tongue caressed his cockhead, her teeth touched his shaft ever so lightly as her head bobbed up and down. He groaned, and she would not relent. She built towards Link’s orgasm slowly, enjoying the power she had over him in this position. Suddenly, Link grabbed her hair in his fist, and forced her to go faster. He could hear her chuckle around his dick. Growling, he forced her to move even faster, building quickly towards cumming. After only a few moments, he erupted, shooting cum into her mouth. After the first two spurts, Tetra pulled back, letting Link’s cock escape her mouth, and his next spurt sent a line of cum that landed in her hair and down the bridge of her nose. His cum still in her mouth, she laughed with delight as his fourth spurt hit her cheek and jaw underneath her ear.   His fifth landed on her lips, and his last was barely a dribble that began to inch its way down the length of his shaft.
            Tetra made a big show of swallowing what was in her mouth, and made another production out of licking her lips clean, then engulfed Link’s cock one more time to suck the cum off of his shaft. She laughed when he shivered from her tongue quickly teasing the tip of his cock one last time. She pulled back once again and rose from her kneeling position. Link regretfully got up, and walked across the room to where his sword lay forgotten. He picked it up and resheathed it. He saw Tetra’s ruby-hilted dagger stuck in the wood floor, and he wrenched it free, and placed it on top of her dresser. When he turned back around, Tetra was in the same position he had first seen her, laying front-down, staring at him, head resting on her arms. His cum still decorated her face and hair. With two fingers, she swiped some of his cum from her cheek into her mouth, and Link felt himself stiffen yet again. She smacked her lips and smiled, glancing down at him. Then she giggled softly. “As much as I would like another round, I think you had better be going,” she said, all taunting and swagger once again. “It’s almost dawn. This vessel is much faster than your little skiff. I’ll give you a little head start on our race to Outset.”
            Link gaped at her. Had it really been so long, he wondered. He couldn’t have lost track of time that much. Hell, you lost track of what year it was, he thought wryly to himself. Glancing out the window behind Tetra, he saw the predawn gray of the sky. Aw, crap, he thought to himself. One final grin at Tetra, and he opened the door to her cabin, and ran.
            Tammuz was waking up once again. Link kicked the big man in the side of the head and he lay still once more. But Lancel was staggering up the stairs from the mess hall, looking truly angry as he laid eyes on Link. Aw crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! Link thought as he ran from Lancel up onto the deck. Link scrambled up the ladder to the crow’s nest on the mainmast, unwrapped his grappling hook from the ship’s rigging, stuffed it and his sail into his pockets, pulled out his Deku leaf, and jumped towards the southeast, where he could just barely see his boat.

            As the door closed behind Link, Tetra smiled. She might have let Link win their games, but she had won in the end. Her last little play had stupefied Link so badly that he didn’t even realize that his dick was still hanging out of his fly as he stomped across the deck above her. She heard Lancel screaming his head off at him, his own footsteps pounding pursuit. They stopped by the mainmast, and she knew that Link had gotten away. He probably still has that stupid grin on his face, she thought with a giggle. She heard Lancel’s footsteps approach her cabin door. He knocked hard. “Miss Tetra? Are you alright? Link was in there and he… um…” Lancel trailed off.
            “I’m fine,” Tetra sighed. After a pause, she let command seep into her voice. “Bring us about, and make ready to sail. The second everyone is aboard, we ride the wind.”
            “Aye, ma’am.” She heard Lancel thump away onto the deck to get ready. She smiled. Yes, she won their little game. More than Link knew, yet. She hefted Link’s wallet. While giving him that blowjob, she had cut it free with the obsidian knife she kept hidden underneath her bed. You can never have too many knives, she thought with a smile. She opened the bag and glanced inside. There must be over a thousand rupees in here, she thought with a grin. She certainly had won their game.

            Link glided on the winds and let them bring him to his ship. He knew he still had a dumb smile on his face, but he didn’t rightly care. He landed smoothly on King of Red Lion’s back. “What the hell took so long,” the talking ship demanded. “You should have been back hours ago. Why are you…” the talking ship turned his head around to look at Link. “Why do you have that stupid grin on your face? What did you…” he trailed off as he looked Link up and down. “Goddesses above, Link. Close your damned fly.”
            Link looked down and realized he had never put his dick back in his pants after Tetra’s blowjob. Aw shit! Lancel saw… and he’ll know that I… He’ll tell the whole damned ship! He cursed silently. At least I made off with that extra loot.   Its all in my… his hand groped at his waist where his wallet should be. The wordless cry of frustration Link let out woke up most of Windfall.

            Laying on her back, Tetra awaited the right time to go above. She had put on a fresh set of clothes and washed up, and she toyed with the clear crystal on its leather cord, glancing at the map on her wall. As the ship turned in the water, Tetra was glad for the thin walls of her cabin not for the first – and probably not the last – time. She had averted disaster many times by listening carefully to her crew on deck when they thought she couldn’t hear. Mutinies on pirate ships were common, and being a young woman didn’t help, either. Her mother had told her that she always needed to know who was planning what when and why. She heard Lancel talking to Gonzo about the night’s events. “Link was here. He and Tetra… I mean… ya know…”
            Gonzo’s booming laugh would be easy to hear even through thick walls. But he lowered his voice so that she had to strain to hear. “Hell, maybe she’ll ease up on us now that she’s had some dick.”
            Tetra growled slightly. Well, now’s as good a time as any. Getting up, she checked the knives in her sleeves, shrugged her shoulders to set the blade she hid on her back, and strapped on her swordbelt. Time to go to work.
            The sun crested the horizon as she stepped on deck and immediately began issuing orders using her best command voice. “Nudge, raise anchor. Move, you muscle-bound pea-brain. Zuko, get your ass up into the crow’s nest. Senza, man the wheel.” She shot a glare at Gonzo, and then smiled viciously. “Gonzo, go below. The bilges need scrubbing. They’ll be particularly grimy after that rain.” She shifted her gaze towards her navigator. “Mako, set course for the Forbidden Fortress.”
            Mako gave a gasp, echoed by the rest of the crew. “Not Outset, Miss Tetra?”
            Tetra hesitated. We could help Link when he returns to the Fortress to rescue his sister, she thought, but couldn’t tell her crew her true motivations. “I gathered a bit of intel yesterday before returning to the ship. The pirates at the Fortress have been active, recently. We’ll set up shop nearby and intercept their ships as they make their way back to their hideout.” Her crew smiled at the thought of stealing from their competitors. And we’ll thin the ranks when Link makes his assault. “We’ll be like wolves, attacking a lone ship and disappearing whenever they send a force to face us. We’ll hit them at the flanks and rear, never letting them get a shot at us. And if they corner us, we have enough bombs to catapult out at them that we could take down a whole armada with us!” Her crew cheered. “For gold and glory!” she yelled and her pirates cheered all the louder. For Link, she thought. “We sail!”
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