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Daylight Princess	By : Alyse_Arden Category: Zelda > General Views: 5268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zelda
Princess Zelda had dismissed her attendants for the night and was removing her long, elbow-length gloves when she felt the presence in her rooms.
She froze for the barest second before continuing to peel off the glove, schooling herself to appear calm and casual. As soon as her left hand was bared, however, she began to gather her power to the mark there, as slowly and subtly as possible.
“That is not needed. It is only I.”
Zelda turned slowly, recognizing the strange, deep voice. She was familiar with the honeyed hoarseness of it, the way the woman's accent rolled the syllables into round, perfect forms.
“Midna,” she said simply, gazing at the Twili woman. Midna's face was as familiar to the princess as her voice, but Zelda had never seen it like this before.
“Forgive me if I seem startled,” Zelda said dryly. “I am rather more accustomed to seeing you through glass than in my own chambers.” She gestured toward the large, ornate mirror that stood in the corner of the room.
Midna smiled apologetically, but even in contriteness that smile was sharp as Ordon steel. “I have never been able to cross to your realm ere this night, Hylian princess. I would not the doing of this without your leave, but it was needful.”
Zelda regarded her Twili counterpart for a moment, then relaxed. She shuddered a little as her power, released from her mark, slowly made its way back through her veins to her heart. This done, she continued gazing at Midna, taking in the strange woman who stood in her chambers.
Yes, Midna's face was familiar, narrow and sharply defined. Her straight black eyebrows, raised as usual like a pair of wings ready to take flight, rested familiarly over her impossible eyes. These were long and narrow, tilting slightly upward, and would have been exotic enough on their own. But no, it was the color of them that always made Zelda feel the need to catch her breath. Red and orange and yellow they were, every color of the twilight combined. And these colors were not static; they fought each other for dominance, like flames devouring oak, flashing and receding in turn. As always, Zelda marveled at the way they matched her hair so perfectly. Normally, she only caught glimpses of the other princess' remarkable hair in the strands that escaped her dark hood to frame her face. Now, however, she could see the length of it. Indeed, Midna wore it almost like a necklace, pulled together in some sort of clasp to rest upon her chest.
Zelda let her eyes wander over that chest and continue down the rest of Midna's body. She knew she was being intolerably rude, but she could not stop herself. The Twili woman was fascinating to look upon, unlike any creature Zelda had encountered in her own realm. Her skin was a pale, grey-blue, almost like that of a Zora. Rather than carrying a Zoran translucence, however, Midna's skin was as firm and smooth as Zelda's own.
And her body! Zelda bit her lip in envy. No matter how long and hard she trained with Impa, Zelda never managed to achieve the lean, muscular look that both her tutor and Midna possessed. The Hylian princess could see most her body, as the other woman was scantily clad by the standards of Zelda's people. Her breasts were covered by some sort of black fabric, criss-crossed over her torso and fastened in front. Her skirt was even simpler, two pieces of long, dark fabric, one in front and one in back. It hung low on her hips, and Zelda had to admit that the effect was quite lovely. Midna's curves were spare, the beauty of her form lying in the muscled contour of her arms, stomach, and legs. Zelda herself was impossibly soft and curvy, no matter how strong her muscles grew. She would have liked to possess the sense of danger and power Midna exuded.
“If you are finished with your looking...” Midna sounded amused.
Zelda flushed and turned away. She was not embarrassed to show her admiration, but it was inexcusable of her to gawk so rudely at a peer. She busied herself with removing her shoulder armor, her fingers fumbling with the clasp.
“Allow me with the helping,” Midna's voice was soft, but its sudden proximity made Zelda jump a little. Before she could react, she felt the other woman's presence at her back. She pressed close and wound her arms around Zelda's shoulders. Zelda exhaled loudly. The other princess had been a friend and confidante ever since she had appeared in Zelda's looking glass three years previously, scaring ten years off of her young life, but never had they come face to face. Midna dwelt in the Twili realm, and Zelda in Hyrule; there was no way to pierce the veil between the worlds. But now the Twili princess was here, in Zelda's own chambers, pressed against her as her long, deft fingers worked to unclasp the Hylian woman's armor.
How metaphorical, Zelda thought dryly. She's disarming me.
The fine, golden armor came unclasped, and Zelda caught it quickly before it could fall to the floor. Midna rested a hand on her now-bare sternum, slowly tracing her collar bones with a single finger. Zelda shuddered involuntarily.
“How pliant you are becoming without your armor, princess,” Midna whispered. She stepped away, and Zelda turned to face her.
“Have you come just to tease me, then?” Zelda asked her, raising an eyebrow. She discovered that she wasn't completely opposed to the idea.
“If only,” Midna said ruefully, watching intently as Zelda began to loosen the ties on her thick leather tunic. Midna gave a little shake of her head and lifted her gaze to Zelda's face. “I am coming to request a favor of you, daylight princess.”
Zelda smiled at the familiar endearment and set her tunic aside. She pulled off her lovely, cream-colored dress and folded it carefully. “What would you have of me, old friend?”
Midna looked serious. “I ask your leave to travel freely through your land. Something possessing great import to my people is going missing, and I am believing it is here.”
Zelda, clad now only in her sheer, embroidered shift, sank onto her bed thoughtfully. “How can that be, Midna? Neither of us has ever been able to cross before. How are you here?”
Midna shook her head. “I am not knowing. We are trying, always, to cross to your realm. But always,” she shrugged. “Veil too thick. This day I am trying, same as always. But now...” she spread her hands helplessly. “This time it is working, and I am finding myself in strange room. So I am seeking you, and your light is calling. I am using my shadows to protect me from your bright sun, and when it is gone, I am following your light with their power. And I am here, and you are there.” She pointed at the place where Zelda has been standing when she appeared.
Zelda frowned, trying to make sense of Midna's words. “Your shadows?”
Midna opened her mouth, perhaps to explain, and then seemed to think better of it. Instead, she closed her eyes and spread her arms slightly. Strange marks appeared on her right leg and down her arms, glowing with a queer green light. Zelda noticed, suddenly, that Midna's left leg was slightly transparent, and black instead of grey-blue. No marks appeared there. She opened her mouth to ask a question when she saw, suddenly, what Midna was trying to show her.
A strange piece of armor began to appear, covering Midna's head and upper shoulders. Zelda couldn't decide if it was stone or metal; she had never seen anything like it. It was intricately carved, rising in two long, curved horns above the Twili princess' head. Zelda gaped.
After a moment, Midna released her power. The armor disappeared again, and the glowing marks faded.
“I see,” Zelda breathed. She paused a moment to gather her thoughts, then stood and crossed to her wardrobe. She pulled out a thick, plain black gown and pulled it on over her shift. She pulled tightly on the strings woven through loops down the front, and began to knot it closed.
“Why do you think you were able to cross tonight?” she asked Midna.
“I am not knowing. But the veil, it was thinner. And I am thinking that cannot be good. I am thinking, and thinking, and I am remembering that there is only one way to cross from Twili to Hyrule. The stories say that if...a certain something is being over here, it is opening the way to cross. But I am knowing that our priests still cannot cross. I am thinking that I am crossing because of my shadows. They are having great power. But not great enough to pierce the veil on their own. So I am thinking, these somethings... I am thinking some of them are being over here now. But not all.”
Zelda processed this slowly, pulling a leather belt from her wardrobe and fastening it around her waist. “So this...something-” she glanced at Midna. “I'm guessing you're not going to tell me what it is?”
Midna nodded, having the grace to look a little ashamed. Zelda felt slightly put out at her mistrust, but decided to ignore it.
“Well,” Zelda continued thoughtfully. “There is clearly more than one of them.”
Midna nodded again.
“And the stories say that if these artifacts reside in Hyrule, the way is open. From your experience tonight, you are guessing that if only some of them are here, then it weakens the veil?”
“Yes, I am thinking this is so.”
“You think you were only able to pierce the veil because these artifacts weakened it, and your shadow armor helped you break through.”
Midna nodded yet again, watching as Zelda removed her silk slippers and began to pull on a pair of heavy leather boots.
“Well, what is the problem, exactly?” The Hylian princess looked perplexed as she began to lace her boots. “Don't you want to be able to cross over?”
“Yes, we are wanting this. But not this way. The artifacts that I am speaking of... these are lost to my people for over a hundred years. They are... parts of one.” Midna looked extremely uncomfortable giving away even this small piece of information.
Zelda nodded her understanding.
“These pieces, together they are opening the way between our realms. But shattered,” Midna shuddered, and Zelda realized how dire the situation must be, to frighten the Twili woman. “Shattered, they are having evil power. One of these pieces can do much damage. It is better to have none than to have just one, or two. We are long knowing that one must be here, in Hyrule. That is why I can speak to you through the mirror, princess. So we are wanting to find another way to cross, to take it back before it is harming your land. But even if we are doing so, we are never finding the pieces on our side.”
Midna gave her a look of such despair that it touched Zelda's heart.
“And now you believe most of these pieces have somehow found their way here, to Hyrule?” she asked gently. She did her best to hide her alarm. If these artifacts were as dangerous as Midna claimed, her realm was in serious danger.
“Yes, and I am resolved to finding them before they are working their evil magic,” Midna said harshly, a look of determination in her eyes. “I am just wanting your permission to search your lands, daylight princess.”
Zelda nodded. “Of course. I will assist you in any way you ask.”
Midna looked relieved. “I will start searching tonight, then.”
“Can I offer you rooms, while you are here in Hyrule?” Zelda offered politely.
Midna shook her head. “I am traveling far and long, I think. But I must return to Twili after a few nights, so my people are knowing I am safe. I will come here to speak to you before then, yes?” “Yes, please do.”
Midna turned to go, then paused. She turned back and gazed at the other princess, a gleam in her astounding eyes. “Before I go...”
Before Zelda could react, the Twili woman was standing in front of her. She grasped Zelda's chin in her long fingers, her touch cool, and tilted her face so that Zelda was forced to meet her eyes. Zelda gasped, her neck straining. And suddenly, Midna's thin, dark mouth was on her own. The Hylian princess felt a sharp tug, and realized that the other woman was biting her own full lips as though she would devour them. Zelda felt her pelvic muscles clench in response, and when Midna thrust her tongue into her mouth and began to stroke her own, a fire began to spread there. Zelda moaned, and Midna moved her hands to her hair, twining her long fingers around her locks and pulling her even closer.
Zelda wanted to kiss the other woman back, but Midna had taken such thorough possession of her mouth that it was impossible. So she settled for grinding her hips hard into Midna's.
After several long moments, Midna used her grip on Zelda's hair to pull her lips from her own. She looked down at the other princess, and for a moment the two women stared at each other, panting.
Then Midna pulled away, and Zelda sat down heavily on her bed. “Are you sure you must be off now?” she asked weakly, still gasping for air.
Midna grinned. “Yes, I must. But I will be back, daylight princess.” Her face grew stern as she said these last words, and it felt to Zelda more like a threat than a promise. And then she was gone, with a turn of her cloak.
After a few moments, Zelda shook herself from her reverie and smiled ruefully. She stood, crossed to a chest by the window, and began equipping herself with daggers. Hyrule was dangerous these days.

Ever since she had become a formidable enough fighter to hold her own, Impa had encouraged Zelda's anonymous forays into the realm. It was all very well and good to hear endless reports from her advisors, but it was another thing entirely to experience it for herself. She would trust no one but herself when it came to the wellbeing of her people.
This night, Zelda was flushed from her encounter with Midna. Feeling daring, she decided to explore Faron Wood, a place notorious as a hiding place for bandits and goblins.
After riding for about an hour through the dark wood, her horse suddenly shied, nearly throwing her. Princess Zelda yanked hard at the reins and spoke a sharp word. Her mare calmed, but skittered nervously, and Zelda could see why. Three goblins were approaching her, clubs raised.
The princess scolded her horse and was calmly raising her left hand to destroy the monsters when a sudden cry distracted her. She watched, stunned, as a boy crashed through the undergrowth brandishing a rusted old sword and attacked the nearest goblin.
Zelda was further stunned when, armed with only that ridiculous old sword, the boy had slaughtered every last one of the goblins before she could move to assist him. She watched speculatively as he hunched over, panting from the exertion. His form was terrible, and he barely knew how to hold a weapon properly, but the boy had quickly and efficiently dispatched three goblins on his own.
Zelda was fairly certain she could best the boy if need be, but decided caution was prudent. She would proceed warily. Keeping an eye on the boy, who was still catching her breath, Zelda moved her hands over her body surreptitiously. It came away clutching four daggers, which she dropped into her saddle bag. Then, reaching a decision, she cried out weakly and slid gracelessly off of her mount.
The princess was pleased when she landed in a pair of strong arms rather than sprawled on the ground. She raised her estimation of the boy even higher.
“My lady, wake up!” He sounded so concerned that Zelda opened her eyes with feigned weakness, not wanting to cause him further distress. She focused on his face, well-lit in the moonlight, and was pleased to see that her would-be rescuer was not a boy at all, but a young man seemingly of an age with herself. His face was... well, pretty. The planes of his face were broad and open, and his eyes were impossibly large. They were a clear, pure blue that Zelda rather admired. She wanted to dive into them, as though they were pools of cool water.
She settled with reaching up and brushing the fine golden hair out of those lovely eyes. She let her hand rest on his cheek. “You saved me,” she whispered reverently. She gave him a (carefully calculated) smoldering look that made his eyes grow even larger.
“I-I-,” he stared down at her and stuttered, and Zelda was utterly taken by this young man. She stroked her thumb along his cheek.
“It was nothing, my lady,” he managed to choke out, returning her to her feet. Zelda was slightly taller than the man, and she realized his slight stature was what had caused her to mistake him for a boy. But with the way he was looking at her now, this was clearly no boy...
Zelda wavered weakly, and the man grabbed her arm to steady her. “You had a scare, my lady,” he said kindly. “You should have some water.”
The princess allowed herself to be led through the trees and to a small clearing, through which a stream trickled. A fire burned in a shallow pit. The boyish man with the lovely eyes helped her sit on a fallen tree and, seeing that she was steady, offered her a water skin.
Zelda drank deeply, then returned it to him with a wavering smile. “Would you sit with me, please?”
He sat.
“Would you tell me your name?” Zelda continued. “I should like to thank you properly.”
The young man flushed. “My name is Link, my lady. And there's no need-”
“Link,” Zelda pronounced, interrupting his protests. “I am Sheik,” she lied, giving a name that Impa sometimes used affectionately.
“I'm pleased to meet you, Lady Sheik,” Link said politely. He was gazing at her with what looked like awe, and Zelda smiled inwardly. It was hard not to feel flattered by this innocent-seeming young man.
“I don't know what I would have done if I had not met you, Link,” Zelda said softly. “I owe you my life.”
Link was staring at her too intently to blush this time. He appeared fascinated. “It was nothing, really,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off of her face.
Zelda leaned into him, causing him to inhale sharply. She gazed up at him through lowered lashes. “If there is any way I can thank you...”
Link merely continued to gaze at her, and Zelda quickly realized that hints would not work with this one. He was clearly inexperienced, or else unwilling to take advantage of a distraught lady. She would have to be clever.
“Do you know who I am, Link?” she asked softly.
“Um, Sheik?”
She smiled. “Do you know what I am?”
He looked bewildered.
She held out her left hand and called her power to her mark. A moment later, a small white fire burned in her palm. Link's eyes widened.
“I am a faerie of the forest,” she told him grandly. “And you have saved my life.”
She let the fire go out and he raised his awed eyes to hers. “Have you heard the tales of the faery folk, Link?”
He nodded.
“Then you know that to save the life of a faery incurs a great debt of honor. I owe you my servitude.”
Link took a moment to absorb this, then looked thoughtfully at her. “Do you have healing powers? Can you grant me strength, or make me a better fighter?”
Zelda smiled. Strange, that this boy seemed more comfortable speaking to a fae creature out of legend than a flesh and blood young woman. Well, at least this would make things easier, for both of them.
“No,” she said gently, although in a way, Princess Zelda could do all of those things. “I am a pleasure sprite.”
She almost laughed aloud at the look on his face. He seemed to recover quickly from his shock, for a moment later those impossibly blue eyes were roaming from her face down her long neck, and resting on the tops of her breasts.
“You have saved my life,” she whispered breathily. “I am bound to pleasure you this night.”
Link dragged his eyes away from her breasts, real regret written across his face. “I cannot in clear conscience lie with a woman because she is beholden to me, fae or no.” He swore softly. “And you so wretchedly beautiful, as well!”
Zelda blinked. This one really was as noble as he seemed. She wanted him even more than before. She reached out and placed her hand on his leg. “And if I should desire you as well? What then?”
Link swallowed, hard. “Truly?” he asked sharply.
“Truly,” she whispered. “But remember, I owe you a debt of gratitude still. The forest will have its due. If you want me, you shall have to make me your servant this night.” She looked at him solemnly.
Link considered her, then tilted his head to the side. “You desire that, don't you?” he said curiously. “To be my servant.”
Zelda exhaled sharply, surprised by his insight. “Yes,” she breathed.
“And you're no simple maiden. I would not be robbing you of your virtue...”
Those blue eyes filled with desire, and Link's mouth pressed into a thin line of determination. He reached out and grabbed the front of her cloak, yanking her closer. She gasped. “Then for this night I bind thee as my servant, to pleasure me as I see fit, until the sun's light falls upon the earth,” he intoned huskily. Still grasping her cloak with one hand, he captured her face with the other. His grip was firm, and Zelda could not have moved her head if she tried. Link lowered his mouth to hers slowly, gazing into her eyes as he did.
He stopped, his lips a hairsbreadth away from hers. “Kiss me,” he commanded. She obeyed, as fervently as she could. His mouth and tongue were eager, and Zelda reminded herself that, even though he was rising admirably to her challenge, this young warrior was probably an innocent.
He'll probably put every moment until dawn to good use, she thought to herself. The thought was a pleasant one.
Link continued to plunder her mouth, his hand moving down to join the other at her front. Zelda felt him fumbling with the fastenings of her cloak, and then the weight of it was gone as it slid to the ground. He broke their kiss and leaned back, gazing down once more at the hollow of her breasts. She moved to loosen the stays of her dress, and he caught her hands in his. He gazed at her sternly and captured both of her wrists in one broad hand. Holding her hands away, Link used his free one to tear at her stays. He did not take his eyes off of hers.
Zelda was breathing heavily now, and she felt herself growing wet at this display of dominance. She watched him intently, drinking in his own obvious arousal.
The front of her dress was open now, and only her sheer white shift covered her considerable bosom. Link began to fondle a nipple with his thumb, and groaned loudly when it hardened. He released her wrists and cupped her breasts with both hands. Zelda leaned forward involuntarily, urging him on. She could see from his actions that she had guessed correctly; this man had never touched a woman before. She pitied him as she did any man confronted day after day with shapely women he was forbidden to touch.
Indeed, Link seemed to be relishing the opportunity. He unceremoniously tore her shift down the front and squeezed her breasts, hard. Then he lowered his mouth to one and began to lick and suck her hard nipple. Zelda gasped, and this seemed to spur him on. Link grasped her waist firmly, holding her still as he assaulted her breasts with his mouth. He discovered quickly what made her gasp and moan, and he was relentless.
When Zelda began to tremble with longing, Link pulled away and released her waist. He was sweating a little, and he pulled off his patchwork tunic impatiently. The princess gazed appreciatively at his broad expanse of chest. He was lean and tightly muscled, with arms much larger and more muscular than she would have guessed. A smattering of fine golden hair trailed down his chest and flat stomach, disappearing into his trousers.
He watched, eyes unreadable, as Zelda ran her hands over his finely shaped torso. He allowed her to admire him for a moment before pushing her gently away. He fetched her cloak and spread it on the ground. He sat, and motioned for her to join him. Zelda sank down gladly, as her legs had begun to tremble. Link pulled her leg into his lap, pushed up her skirt, and rapidly began to unlace her boot. He tugged it off, threw it aside, and started on the other. She watched silently.
This done, Link drew the princess into his arms. He stared at her and stroked her cheek, gently. He brushed his lips along her jaw and down her neck, fondling her nipples as he did so.
“Stand and remove your gown,” he commanded a moment later. Zelda hastened to obey, and stood nearly naked in the firelight.
Link sat and stared at Zelda, clad only in the torn shift, for several long moments. Finally, he stood and circled around behind her. He pulled on the hem of her shift, and guessing what he wanted, Zelda raised her arms. He peeled it off of her and tossed it to the ground. Then he twined an arm around her neck and pulled her back against him, hard, so that she could feel the firmness of him through his trousers. He was hard as a rock, and surprisingly large considering his slight frame. Zelda squirmed against him, making a little noise to let him now how much she wanted him.
He laughed softly and reached around with his free hand to stroke her stomach. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. His hand moved possessively over her body, stroking her stomach. He cupped her breasts and massaged them some more until she groaned with longing.
Hearing this, Link grasped her naked hips and ground himself into her ass with a little moan. He held her there a moment before snaking one of his hands, with excruciating slowness, down her stomach until his fingertips brushed the soft, fine golden hair at the apex of her thighs. She jumped.
Link slapped her ass, hard. “Stay still, beauty,” he ordered.
Zelda's legs were still closed, but Link didn't seem to mind. He brushed his fingers lightly over her barely-exposed slit, and although she tried, Zelda could not keep from squirming. Link didn't stop her, and she guessed that he was enjoy making her wriggle her ass against his cock.
Link continued to stroke her with the lightest of touches, and Zelda was growing more frustrated by the second. She decided to get her revenge. She reached back and grasped him in her hand.
The princess was vindicated to hear Link's gasp. She whirled around to face him and rubbed him hard through his trousers. He groaned.
“Please, my lord,” Zelda begged him.
This had much the effect on him that she had predicted. He stared down at her, eyes burning with desire, and nodded. Triumphant, Zelda grasped his hand and tugged him back down to where her cloak lay on the ground. She straddled him and kissed him soundly, then moved down to his feet. She eagerly tugged off his boots and was unlacing his trousers when he spoke.
“So eager to have me inside you,” he said, amused.
Zelda scowled at him, her pride pricked. She continued removing his trousers, but when he was naked, instead of straddling him again, she took him in her hand.
Link watched as the princess moved to kneel in front of him, still holding his cock. She stared into his eyes and began to stroke him, up and down. He groaned, and it looked as though he could not take his eyes off of her. Zelda stroked him for a moment and then, eyes still locked with his, she leaned down and softly licked the tip of his cock. She was rewarded with a gasp. Still watching his face, she spat into her palm, then grasped his cock again. She slid her hand down his shaft slowly.
Link was breathing heavily now and could not tear his eyes away from her. Certain that she had his full attention, Zelda leaned down once more and wrapped her full lips around the head of his cock. Then, with excruciating slowness, she took him into her mouth a tiny bit at a time.
When every inch of his cock was in her throat, Link groaned so loudly that Zelda was almost startled. She felt his hands then, twining themselves in her hair. He grasped her hair so hard it was painful. She felt him move, then, and suddenly he was standing and he was raising her up on her knees by her hair. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and began to pump himself in and out of her, breathing rapidly. Zelda grew even wetter as he ravished her mouth, his hands still twisted painfully in her hair.
After a moment, Zelda felt Link's cock twitch and knew he was about to spend himself. She prepared herself.
Suddenly, Link released his grip on her hair and pulled out of her mouth. Zelda looked up at him, confused.
“Not yet,” he said harshly, gasping for air.
She watched, perplexed, as he gritted his teeth and squeezed his hands into fists. He closed his eyes. Zelda knelt, in utter silence, and watched.
After a moment, Link relaxed and opened his eyes. He smiled wickedly down at her, and Zelda marveled that she had assumed this one an innocent. There was nothing innocent or boyish about him now.
He sat down again on her cloak and offered her his hand. She took it, and he pulled her to him. Link wrapped his arms around her, tightly, pressing her to his chest. She felt his not insubstantial cock, still hard as a rock, pressing against her thigh.
“What pleasurable things you know,” Link murmured. She felt him shake his head in amazement. Well. Maybe he was an innocent after all.
After he had caught his breath and laid her down on her cloak to explore her body some more, Zelda realized that her first impression had been right. This man had never lain with a woman before, but he clearly had had some ideas of what he would like to do with one. He had clever hands, and paid close attention to her body's every reaction to his touch. Link was discovering quickly what did and did not please her. Amazed, Zelda lay still and allowed him to learn what he could from her body.
He stroked her skin lightly with his fingertips. He nibbled her nipples with his teeth, and kneaded her breasts. He seemed amusingly fascinated with the size of them, hefting them in his hand and moving them around. He discovered the trick of squeezing her hipbones in just the right way to make her body buck involuntarily. His eyes glinted, and Zelda suspected he was filing away that particular piece of information for future use.
When Link finally made his way below her waist, he seemed reverent. He teased her slit lightly like before, this time noticing the wetness on her thighs. He smiled smugly at her when he saw this, and Zelda was relieved. He wasn't so innocent that he didn't know what a woman's wetness signified, then.
After a moment of letting her mind wander, Zelda realized that Link was staring intently at her, waiting until he had her full attention.
“Open your legs for me,” he commanded. Zelda's hips jerked upward the slightest amount, her arousal heightened by his tone. From the glint in his eye, she knew it had been calculated. She spread her legs for him.
Link watched the petals of her flower open, then sat gazing a long moment before reaching out with one finger and running it along her exposed slit. She bit her lip to keep from groaning. He licked her wetness off his fingertip and smiled in pleasure at the taste. It wasn't long before he was tasting her with his tongue, exploring every inch of her womanhood. Zelda tried to bear this patiently. He was enjoying it, and had that not been her promise? That she please him for a night? But being kissed between her legs did not affect her as it did other women. It was a tease for her, stoking the fire of her pleasure higher and higher, but not allowing her release.
When she could bear it no more, Zelda whimpered to let him know the effect he was having. Link licked her once more, long and slow, lingering on her pearl, before he leaned back and gazed at her. She let her frustration show on her face. Link smiled slowly and leisurely licked his lips. He cupped her sex in his hand, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her. She groaned.
“Is this what you want, faery girl?” he taunted gently.
“Please,” she whispered, pride forgotten. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Link's eyes flashed. This seemed to inflame him more than anything she had done so far this night. He grasped her legs, one in each hand, and spread them as far as they would stretch. He positioned himself at her entrance, and Zelda closed her eyes in anticipation.
“Look,” he commanded. Her eyes flew open, and she followed his gaze. He wanted her to watch as he penetrated her. She shook.
And then, even more slowly than she had taken him into her mouth, he pushed himself inside of her. He watched her intently, and Zelda knew her eyes were widening with every inch. He felt incredible. It had been several moons since she had been with a man, and this one filled her up so satisfyingly. His control was incredible, unlike anything she had ever seen.
When he was inside her to the hilt, Link cupped her face and kissed her, gently. Then he began to move.
After all his teasing, Zelda had her release almost immediately. As Link slammed into her, hard and fast, she gripped his upper arms, hard, her nails digging into his skin. She screamed, and felt herself clench the cock inside of her in a vice grip. Her entire body shook as waves of pleasure radiated from deep within. She was dimly aware that Link had stopped moving, a look of awe on his face. Zelda laughed amidst her release as she realized he had probably never seen a woman in the throes of pleasure before.
After her first release, Zelda moved beneath Link, eager for another. He let her, moaning as she moved on his cock, gripping it with her sex. He was clearly afraid of interrupting her joy, and more than happy to let her take the lead. So she did. The young man's gasps and moans spurred her desire, and she took her pleasure twice more.
In the afterglow of her final release, Zelda smiled up at Link. “I want to please you,” she whispered huskily. “Use my body for your pleasure.”
He groaned at this, and resumed the hard, fast pace he had set before. Zelda marveled at the strength of his thrusts. She had certainly never been taken this hard before. Her sex still sensitive, she thought she would probably have come to pleasure again before long, but almost as soon as he began to thrust, Link stiffened and gave a strangled cry.
Zelda clenched him hard with her inner muscles. “Yes,” she shouted fiercely. “Feel it, Link!”
And he did.

As Zelda had predicted, Link was insatiable that night. He assaulted her body mercilessly, bringing her to pleasure three more times. She in turn brought him to release twice more, the last time resorting to her mouth, as she was sore between her legs.
They lay quietly for some time, panting, before Link turned and grinned at her in the pale, early light of dawn. “I would have believed you were a pleasure faery in true, my lady, if I hadn't wrung you dry at the end there.”
Zelda grinned back. “Well, I was no maiden, either.”
He laughed and pulled her to him. She rested her head on his chest, utterly exhausted. She was thinking idly that she was going to have a long, miserable ride back to the castle when her eyes fell upon Link's left hand, now illuminated in the first faint light of the day. She gasped.
Link stared in confusion as she bolted upright and seized his hand, staring at it. “Farore's mark,” she whispered.
“Farore?” Link furrowed his brow, perplexed. “What does the goddess of courage have to do with anything?”
Zelda licked her thumb and rubbed at the mark on the back of his hand. It did not smear. She peered at Link with a steely look in her eye. “Were you born with these markings? Tell me true,” she said sharply.
“Yes,” he replied, still clearly bewildered.
Zelda stared. Here, in Faron Wood by the light of the moon, she had stumbled upon a man bearing the Triforce of Courage.
And he had no idea.
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