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Impure Thoughts	By : Lisachan Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 7784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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- 11
Author’s Note: Yup, spelling control definitely doesn’t work any more. I wrote some bits in my own language, and he didn’t indicate it as wrong. Crap. Annoying. Oh well. C’est la vie. Please be kind.
I watched an (unofficial) trailer for the sequal to Breath Of The Wild. Looked good! Although I’m not gonna play, I don’t have the time, patience or skills for that. Gonna watch it on Youtube, so I can put it on pause in the middle of a cutscene, which you probably can’t do when you play the actual game. I have a cat, you know. She’s an attention wh*re.
I don’t know yet when there will be a next chapter for this. I already started it, but I’m running out of ideas to keep the sex scenes varied. I want it to be good, so I don’t want to rush it. We shall see, you know. For now, enjoy this new chapter ^_^

Chapter 10: Multiple Orgasms

Zelda grimaced while she delicately pinched the bloodied cloth between her thumb and index finger and dropped it in a basket for washing. “Every month,” she sighed. It was the end of this week of self-imposed abstinence. Because she had to run a Kingdom, rather than sulking about her temporary inability to have sex with Link, she had been able to keep her alcohol consumption to a minimum. Apart from that one night at the Tipsy Deity. Her painfully pounding head the day after may have had a significant part in that. There were also rumours going around the castle she may have puked in the new double bed of the esteemed inn, but that was just a black hole in her head.
Now, the chance to get knocked-up may have passed for this month, but there was still this.
“No,” she said gruffly when there was a knock on the door. She was naked from the waist down, cleaning away remnants of blood. She was slightly shocked to see the door opening after all. “I said no! Liselle, is that you? I’m not finished yet.”
Absolute pure horror when a strawberry blonde head poked inside, heavenly blue eyes widened with concern. “Dear Heavens, are you alright?”
“Link? No! Get out! Don’t come in!” she yelled, running behind the bath tub and hiding there. She grabbed whatever was nearest and threw it towards him. When the door had closed again, she fell flat on her bum, processing what had just happened. Oh no. Her darling Link, who she had been longing for all week, she had scared him away. She had yelled at him and thrown things at him. This not wanting him to see her like this had awakened some primal dragon inside of her, and now she wanted to hurriedly finish up, so she could chase him.
The door opened again. It was Liselle this time. “Zelda? I saw Master Link running off.” She kneeled next to her to help her up. “I’m sorry, I was preparing your clothes. And Malya was...” Missing in action. “Helping me.”
“I threw stuff at him!” Zelda blurted. A bit baffled, she stood up. “I have to go after him.”

Cassian was just in the middle of sharpening his sword, when there was a sudden knock on the door of his room. “Yup!” he called.
Link almost literally fell into the room. “Cassian! Good, you’re here. I need to talk to you.”
Cassian grinned as he put his sword away. “Ah Link, you’re back. What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen Ganon’s arse from real up close.”
“I walked in on Zelda in the bathroom,” Link said, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “It was atrocious.”
Cassian cocked his head, mystified. “Now, I can imagine that walking in on Zelda in the bathroom might be a lot of things, but atrocious is not one of them.”
“There was blood on her underwear. Lots of it!”
“Ah, that.” Cassian stood up to get Link a cup of water. Poor boy looked distraught.
“I asked her if she was alright, but she kinda lashed out at me.” His hand shook when he took the cup Cassian offered him, and he drank it in one go. “So I panicked and ran.”
“Hoho, Link bro, you still have so much to learn about women. If you think that was atrocious, then wait until she’s gonna give birth to your child. You’re in for a real treat, mate.”
Wiping his brow, Link went sitting at the table, putting the cup down. “How would you know? Liselle hasn’t born any children yet, has she?”
“I assisted when Lisanne gave birth,” Cassian said, joining him at his small table.
“What about her husband?”
“Passed out.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yeah, real hero, that. Witnessing a child being born is the most beautiful thing on earth, but it’s also a right mess.”
“Well, she didn’t have to lash out at me like that. I travelled all night, I was looking forward to seeing her again so much.” He took his cup. “Do you have something stronger?”
“That’s how they get when there’s blood leaking out of them,” Cassian said, standing up again. “They can’t help it, she probably already regrets it by now. Whatever you do, when she gets like that, don’t take it personally. Just agree with what she says, that’s easiest. If she calls you an idiot, just nod and say ‘Yes dear, I’m an idiot.’”
Link frowned, clearly not seeing the point in why he should ever agree to being called an idiot, not even by Zelda.
“Don’t worry, it only takes like four days or so. Mind you, it gets ten times worse when she’s pregnant.”
Link felt his heart sinking. “Four days? And today is what day then?”
“You should be asking her.”
Link watched while Cassian poured him some Noble Pursuit, pouring some for himself too. “Okay, but what is it? The blood? Does it hurt?”
“I think you’d better go to Liselle with those questions. It’s a women thing, really. Remember why you had to leave in the first place?”
“Yeah, because of that ovu-thingamajing.”
“Well, the blood you saw, that is the ovu-thingamajing leaving her body.”
“So that too will happen every month?”
“Exactly. During that time, it’s best to stay on their good side. You know, she’s probably just pissed because she can’t have sex right now.”
“What do you mean, she can’t have sex? I’ve not seen her in a week, I want to have sex.”
Cassian slurped from his drink and grinned. “Oh, she will want to have sex too. But since she lashed out at you because of this, I don’t think she’d be ready for it yet.”
“Because of the blood?”
“Yeah.”
Letting out a sad sigh, Link raised the cup to his lips and downed about half of it. He’d never guessed that women would be such complicated creatures. Enchanting. But complicated. “How do you do it?”
Cassian stared into the dark red of the Noble Pursuit in his cup, contemplating his answer. How did he do it? Well, he and Liselle just did it, if they felt like it. Liselle didn’t really have qualms about it. It would be perfectly possible for him and Zelda to do it too now, but considering the situation Link had described, it looked like Zelda was a bit squeamish about it. He looked up again into Link’s disappointed face. “Link buddy, trust me on this. With time, you’ll come to appreciate that time of the month where you don’t have to worry about performing. In fact, you’ll be looking forward to it. And, maybe later, she might be open to the idea.”
“Yeah, but right now...”
“Take it with a grain of salt. Put things into perspective. I know that keeping your woman satisfied is a daily challenge. But you are going to marry the Queen. Who else can say that?” He raised his cup again, but halted halfway, suddenly remembering their visit to Purah. “Oh, but you know what? When we were at Hateno village, we went to see Purah, and she has invented something...”
“Link!”
Link sprung up when he heard Zelda’s voice from the other side of the door. He ran towards it, but it already opened before he had reached it.
“Oh, thank Heavens, I found you. Liselle told me you might be here,” Zelda said, stepping in. “I’m so sorry for being angry with you.”
Link looked over at Cassian, who looked back at him with eyes that said ‘told ya’. “It’s okay. Cassian has told me all about it.”
“No no, it’s…” Frowning, she looked at Cassian too now. “Cassian?”
“Yeah. That what you have, Liselle has it too.”
“Oh, well yes, she does. All women have it. Anyway, if anything, I should be thankful for your concern.” She pulled him out of the room, away from Cassian. “You just caught me at a very private moment, you see. I didn’t want you to see me like this after this week of abstinence.”
“Hey, listen. This isn’t gonna be our only lover’s spat, you know. That’s what couples do, right? As long as we make up again, all’s well.”
She looked into his bright eyes, breathing in this smell of horse and cold morning air and… Link. “Hm, I like making up.” She sighed. “This is not how I had pictured our reunion after a whole week of not seeing each other.”
“Then let’s redo it,” Link mumbled, closing his arms around the body he’d been aching to get his hands on.
Zelda purred, melting against him. They kissed, properly, the way they had both imagined it in their heads, with tongues and lots of passion. “I’m not sending you away any more, this was stupid. You’re staying with me,” Zelda panted when they were, for now, satisfied.
“I’m not gonna argue with a Queen’s order.”
Smiling, she put both her hands on his face, smoothing back hair that had been tousled by the wind. “But I did say no, didn’t I? In the bathroom. When you knocked on the door.”
“Yeah, I know. But since it was me, I thought it was okay.” He brushed his lips against hers again. “Nothing there I haven’t seen yet.”
“Except for all the blood.”
“That had me worried, alright.”
Zelda chuckled, letting her hands slide around to his back and hugging him closer still. “So, if you’re already here, have you been travelling through the night? I thought you’d be here late in the afternoon.”
“Indeed, we have. That too is an essential element in military life.”
“You must be tired then?”
“Well yeah, but...”
“Okay, everyone gets a day off. And tomorrow too.”
“You spoil them.”
“I just want you with me.”
He laughed softly and rubbed his nose against hers. “Can we go see Liselle? Cassian said I should go see her in case I wanted to know more about the female body.”
“Well, since we’ll be dealing with it every month, that might not be such a bad idea.”

A little air left Link’s mouth when he leaned against the backrest of the chair he was sitting on. It had been a lot of information to take in. Not only that. Zelda had shown him something she had brought back from Hateno village, something that, as he had understood, would change a lot of people’s lives.
“I can’t believe Cassian hasn’t told you about it,” Liselle said.
“He did mention Purah,” Link said, unable to keep his eyes off the willysleeve laid out in front of him on the table. “I think he was about to tell me when Zelda came in.” He picked it up in wonder and let it snap a couple of times. “Wow, it really is very strong and stretchable.”
He looked up when the door opened. It was Malya, who came to bring some food. To Link’s surprise, she was no longer dressed in her servant clothes, but was wearing an opulent dark blue dress, similar to the green one Liselle was wearing now.
“Master Link, you must be hungry after your travel,” she said with a little bow.
Link frowned. “Malya? Why are you dressed like that?”
“I’m also a lady-in-waiting now.”
Zelda narrowed her eyes, searching the depths of her brain. “I still can’t remember having said that.”
“It was a verbal agreement with witnesses,” Liselle interfered, standing up for her friend. “You can’t take it back.”
Zelda pulled up her shoulders. “Well, I suppose I could do with another lady.”
Link thankfully took some of the food. Munching through fresh, buttered bread, he picked up the willysleeve again and let it snap some more. Then he turned to Zelda. “Can we really not…?”
Zelda sighed, her heart breaking when she saw his pleading eyes. But she really didn’t feel ready for this yet. “I still think it’s kinda gross.”
Link let his head drop onto his chest. “So, how many more days of it?”
“Hopefully, today will be the last day.” She scratched at a sudden itch at the nape of her neck, sighing. “Maybe...”
His head hopefully snapped up again. “Yes?”
“There’s something you have to do first.”
“Yes?”
“Purah has asked if you could go see her about an experiment. Maybe, if you come back...”
“I’m on my way!” Link said, heading outside to where he could teleport.
“I did say maybe!” she called after him, but he was already gone.
Liselle let out a snigger. “That’s very brave of you.”
“What?”
“To send him to Hateno village in this horny state.”
“To Hateno...” Zelda’s eyes widened when the horror of her mistake hit her full on. “To Ivee...” She leapt up and ran out of the room. “Link, wait!” she shouted.
Liselle followed her. “I was only joking! He’d never do that!”
Malya sighed and shook her head. “Liselle, you idiot.”

Link shook some snow out of his hair when he entered the living quarters again. Just today fall had turned to winter, and it had turned even colder.
“Was it snowing over at Hateno village?” Liselle said, busy arranging winterhard flowers and branches of evergreens in a vase.
“Yeah, might be heading this way.” He sniffed at some dried apple slices, tied on a string over the fireplace with pinecones and spices. Smelled nice. “Has she changed her mind yet?”
“I think she’s still struggling with the idea. She’s kind of moody. At the one hand, she really wants to, but at the other hand, she’s not up for it yet.” Wiping her hands on a cloth, she admired her work. “How’s Boy?”
“Good.” From the silence that followed, he guessed that ‘good’ wouldn’t be enough of an answer. “Can’t say any more. Where is Zelda, anyway?”
“Toilet. Probably to see if there’s still blood.”
“Well, I’m glad I’m not a maid any more,” they heard Malya saying outside the door. She came in carrying a tray of cookies, which had, curiously, a hole in them. “Liselle, your man is making a right mess out there in the hallway. Ah, Master Link. How’s Boy?”
“Good.”
“He can’t say anymore,” Liselle added with a sour face.
“I really can’t.” He watched how Malya set the tray on the table and started to put string through the cookies. “What are you both doing?”
“Decorating, of course,” Liselle said. “It’s the Winter Solstice. Days are short during winter, so we must bring some cheer inside.”
Zelda came in with a frustrated howl that had nothing to do with the mess out in the hallway. “I want to have sex!” she stated.
“Well, we could...” Link started.
“No! It’s stinky and dirty! I won’t do it!” She sighed loudly with annoyance. “Why does this have to happen anyway?”
“Well, according to what Liselle said...”
“Yes, I know why it happens.” What followed was a general damnation of womanhood. “But why to us, women? Why do we have to deal with this bloody mess, every bloody month? Why do we have to go through the pain of bearing children?”
“I can’t help it,” Link mumbled, feeling himself growing more tiny and insignificant with the second.
“That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have to do it. Your only contribution to it all is shooting your load, and that’s not even painful.” She slapped away the hand he had reached out to her. “Leave me alone,” she said, stomping off.
Cassian, standing just outside with a spruce lying on the floor, was witness to her storming out. Link came out behind her, looking at him with a clueless, some might even say hopeless face. Grinning, Cassian good humouredly patted him on the back. “It’s a fine line, innit?”
“Will it be like this every month?”
“Most likely, yes.”
Link’s eyes then dropped to the spruce on the floor, and the trail of green and twigs it had left behind all along the hallway. He looked back up to Cassian, possibly even more clueless now.
“The ladies wanted a spruce. You know, for Winter Solstice.”
“Right.”

While he was strolling around Castle Town Square, Link could see more decorations being put up. Over at the Tipsy Deity, it looked particularly crowded. He carefully skirted around it, else he would have Lilia around his neck in no time.
He was on his way to the archery training grounds. Someone had informed him that Zelda could be found there. Having reached it, he warily inched closer, although he wasn’t really sure how safe it was to approach her when she had a bow in one hand, and an arrow in the other.
“You know,” he carefully started, at the exact moment she let an arrow fly. “People who have no lover cannot have sex at all. Like ever. We just have to wait a bit.” He relaxed when she lowered her weapon.
Zelda admired the arrow, which had landed pefectly in the middle of the target. “You’re so sweet. I’m sorry for being upset,” she smiled as she turned to Link. Putting her bow and arrow down next to her, she wrapped her arms around him. What was she even thinking, getting upset with this wonderful man? “What did you have to do in Hateno village?”
“Purah made me promise not to tell.”
“Oh. Was Boy happy to see you?”
“Oh yeah, he was really excited.”
“He’s alright then?”
“I have to say, I was quite shocked to hear what Purah is planning. But yeah, he’s gonne be fine. She told me you made friends with Ivee.”
“Hmm, yeah… She’s alright.”
They leaned in to kiss each other, but stopped when icy snowflakes landed on their cheeks. “Oh, it’s here already,” Link said. “It was snowing in Hateno village too.”
“Hmm,” Zelda hummed with the dreamiest of grins. Just like on that night when she slept in Link’s house. “You know, I slept in your bed, over at Hateno village.”
“Did you spend the night there?”
“Yeah, it was getting too late to travel. It was nice. Oh, and on our way there, we saw a Lynel. Cassian said that they’re not dangerous any more now. He even played with Boy! The ones before were possessed by Ganon.”
“Of course they were possessed. No one in his right mind, human or animal, would attack such a pure and beautiful creature like you.”
Zelda smiled sweetly at him. In a couple of years, she’d probably wince at such incredibly cheesy talk, thinking he’d need something, or he’d done something wrong. But right now, having him finally back with her, she lapped it right up. She leaned in again, and this time, their lips touched for a slow, gentle kiss.
“You know,” Link said, when they’d parted again. “In summer, there are fireflies at night.”
“That must be so pretty.”
“It’s magical. You would love it.”
“I feel like there’s still so much I have to see. Like the dragons. They’ve been around for such a long time. I just feel like one should see them, at least once in his lifetime.”
“D’you know, Ganon has tried to turn one against me.”
“Hmm, such a vile creature. I’m happy he’s gone.”
“Let’s try to find them during our honeymoon.”
“That would be great.” Making plans for the future, she loved it.
They started walking, arm in arm, back to the castle.
“Things are busy around Castle Town,” Link remarked.
“Yes, there’s gonna be a market for Winter Solstice.”
“You feel like going?”
“I don’t know yet. I think I’d rather want you for myself tonight.” In the way the corner of her mouth curled up, there was a small consideration of sex.

“Why doesn’t your sister work at the court?” Malya wondered, eating cookies that were meant to be hung in the spruce.
Liselle snorted, tying painted nuts to a string. “My sister? She’s much too headstrong for that. She doesn’t do authority.”
“And you do?” Malya smirked, recalling some pranks they’d pulled in the past, back when Liselle was still a maid too.
“Well, not exactly, but… Look at this dress!”
“I know!” Malya chuckled. “I feel bad for Zelda and Link though. I hope Zelda will change her mind about it at time. Imagine it being such an ordeal every month.”
“Yes, it’s a hassle, isn’t it? Periods, pregnancy and all. All these things guys don’t have.”
“We do get to have multiple orgasms,” Malya said, sticking her cookie up in the air.
Liselle dropped her nuts on the table, looking at her friend with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Malya, is there something you need to tell me? Are you seeing someone?”
“Yes, well… Some time before this training camp, there was one young recruit who’d caught my eye, and he also seemed to show a little interest in me. There’d been some flirting and stuff. He’s really nice. When we said our goodbyes when he left, we both realised we wanted more. And then this morning, when they were all back, we, ahum… made it official.”
“You go girl! I’m so happy for you!” She raised her hand for a high five, and Malya readily answered it.
“Thank you! His name is Inta. I’ve been dying to tell someone!”
“So, that’s where you were this morning.”
“Yes, I’m terribly sorry. I saw them arriving through the window, and I just had to go to him.”
“So, how was it?”
“Well, we were both kinda nervous, he too, I could tell. And at the same time very eager. But when push came to shove, he was such a gentleman. It was over rather quickly, because we were both so excited. But then, we did it again, in a much calmer and controlled way, savouring it.” She sighed, raising a hand to her reddened cheek. She felt herself flushing, just thinking back about it. “It was so good.”
“With multiple orgasms?”
“Yes!” With a dreamy expression on her face, she popped the last bit of her cookie in her mouth, munching happily through it. Thrilled as she was, Liselle had to suppress a sigh of annoyance when Malya reached for another one.
“Hmm, indeed multiple orgasms are the best. Now, would you stop eating the cookies, please?”
“Chill. We’ll use more dried apple,” Malya mumbled, her mind still mulling over that morning. “Hey but, wouldn’t Master Link have some gemstones we could use? Wouldn’t that be like, real pretty?””
“Excellent idea!”
The door opened. It were Link and Zelda, looking perfectly in love again.
“Why, speak of the Angel, and you can hear the fluttering of its wings,” Liselle smiled. “Master Link, we have a favour to ask of you.” She theatrically gestured towards the spruce. “Don’t you think this spruce...”
“Oh, it’s pretty already!” Link said.
“Yes, thank you, but don’t you think it would look so much better with a bit of sparkle.”
“Sparkle?”
“I think they may be after your jewels,” Zelda chuckled.
“My jewels? You mean all the gemstones I found?” Link said, as if Liselle had just asked him to give up his title of ‘Conqueror of Ganon’. “They’re worth quite a lot of rupees, though.”
“We, and ‘we’ includes Queen Zelda too, only want to borrow them. Oh, it would be so much prettier.” She beckoned for Malya to back her up.
“So much!” Malya agreed strongly, wiping crumbs from her face.
He looked to Zelda, and she made an indulgent face.
“Well, alright,” Link said, and both ladies cheered. “But I’ll be counting them.” He took his Sheikah Slate, which acted as his caterer, system of navigation, money bank, and so much more. “What’s going on over at the Tipsy Deity?” he said, swiping through it.
“Why?” Liselle said.
“It’s unusually busy.”
“Oh, people must’ve seen Zelda’s recommendation.”
Link looked up from his Sheikah Slate. “What?”
“We stayed there while you were away.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, it was great!” Malya said. “Excellent food.”
He turned to Zelda, who had become suspicously quiet. “And so, you left a recommendation?”
“Well...” Liselle lowered her voice to a hushed tone. “She had to do something to counterbalance that rumour about how...”
“Liselle, shush!” Zelda hissed.
“Oh come now, Zelda,” Liselle said light-heartedly. “He is going to be your husband, he will find out eventually. She...”
“Then at least let me be the one to say it.” Zelda sniffed and straightened a bit. “I… got sick in one of their beds.”
“You did what?” Link exclaimed.
“You heard her,” Liselle nodded decidedly. “A bit too much alcohol, I’m afraid.”
Link laughed. “Really?”
“Well, I did say I was going to drink a lot while you were away, didn’t I? But yeah, it was probably a bit too much.”
“To the owners, though, we never spoke a word of how it had been Zelda, and of course they were discreet enough not to ask,” Liselle said. “For all they know, it was just ‘someone’ who had puked in the bed.”
Zelda cleared her throat. “Yes, and let’s keep it at that.”

That evening after dinner, Zelda had once again called upon one of her musicians, to enjoy some gentle piano in the background while she was doing some embroidery. Link was wandering around the spruce, rearranging the gemstones Liselle and Malya had put in it. The night was still young, and maybe later on, they would pay a visit to the Winter Solstice market. Malya, Liselle and Cassian were already there. Before they’d left, Liselle had given Zelda a piece of advice: “Please try to remember, the next time you go into a feministic rage: women have multiple orgasms.” It made her smile. She loved how Liselle could put things into perspective.
“Didn’t know you were so nitpicky,” Zelda grinned, looking up at Link.
“Well, they’re my stones, aren’t they? The colour scheme is all wrong,” Link said. “It’s the first time we have the opportunity to celebrate Winter Solsitce together, I want it to be good.” When he was done, he stepped back. “There. Done.”
Zelda sighed happily, gazing at their decorated spruce. “It’s pretty. You and the girls have done a splendid job. Although…” She tilted her head. “I still feel like there’s something missing.”
“The gemstones in it aren’t lustrous enough for her Majesty?”
“It just looks so dark. I’d thought of putting some candles in it, but the castle is still in the process of being rebuilt, I don’t want to risk it being burnt down to ashes.”
Link snapped his fingers. “Oh, I have an idea.” He took his Sheikah Slate. “Close your eyes.”
She did. She heard him put even more stuff in the branches. Had he found even more pretty, glittery things in his Sheikah Slate? “What are you doing?” It took quite a while. She could hear appreciative gasps from the musician, which made it so much harder to keep her eyes closed.
“Don’t look yet,” Link called, just when she was trying to squint. She heard him blowing out some candles, moving some lanterns. “Okay, you can look.”
She raised a hand to her mouth in surprise when she opened her eyes again. There were tiny lights scattered all over the spruce. “That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed with a smile.
“They’re star fragments,” Link said. “They light up in the dark. I’ve collected quite a few of them by now.”
“Oh, it’s perfect now. Thank you.” She continued her embroidery, gazing at their now perfect spruce every now and then, while Link went sitting in the armchair across from her, tinkering some more with his Sheikah Slate. She glanced up at him with a sweet smile. “What are you doing with that?”
“Just checking if there are still items of clothing I can upgrade. Hmm… There are some Korok Seeds too I have yet to discover. A couple of side quests, but nothing too important.”
Picking up where she had left off, she didn’t see him raise the Sheikah Slate towards her, but she suddenly heard a clicking sound. “Link, stop it.”
“Why?” He stood up and went sitting next to her, showing her the screen. It showed an image of her, bowed over her embroidery, in the soft light of lanterns and candles. In the corner was the spruce. She looked perfectly at peace in it.
“Oh,” she said. “That’s actually quite nice.”
“Isn’t it?”
She put the piece of embroidery next to her and reached for his Sheikah Slate. “May I?”
“Sure.”
There were more pictures. Pretty pictures. Ones of her sleeping in the morning. Ones from Coronation Day. Ones from himself, posing in front of stuff. Some blurry ones too. “You have a lot,” she said.
“Hm,” Link murmured. “There may even be some from before my Sleep of Restoration.” Because, back then, it wasn’t all fighting and kicking the bad guys’ asses. There was some down time too.
“You think?” She quickly swiped further, her face lighting up. Indeed, there were pictures from before. Just a couple. She stopped abruptly, gasping aloud. “I look so fat. Dear Heavens, look!”
Link looked at the screen when she thrust it in front of him. It was a picture where they had joined Mipha and Sidon at the top of a waterfall for Sidon’s diving practice.
“You don’t look fat, what are you talking about?”
“I do! Look at my ass! It’s a disgrace! Can you get rid of it?”
“I can but...”
“Then do so!”
“No! It’s a nice picture.”
“I don’t think so. Get rid of it.”
The musician had stopped playing, wondering if he should remove himself from the scene.
“It’s nothing,” Zelda said. “Please continue.”
“Sidon looks so cute in it. I’d be removing that too, then,” Link pointed out.
Zelda pressed her lips into a tight line. It was true that little Sidon looked adorable beyond belief. “Fine, then keep it,” she huffed, returning Link his Sheikah Slate. “But don’t show it to too many people.”
“If I show it, then they will agree that you don’t look fat in it.”
She went back to her embroidery and Link went back to his tinkering, while they both tried to ignore the elephant in the room. See, this was also nice. They didn’t necessarily need to have sex.
Yeah. Right.
Link sidled a bit closer, dropping the hand closest to her to the cushions, letting it creep towards her. His gaze drifted over her body, up to her face, that was slowly but surely, starting to look a bit flustered. His body was crying out for her. A soft moan escaped his throat, but he wasn’t sure if she’d heard it over the music.
Zelda felt her heartbeat quickening. It was obvious that her fiancé was on a mission. She shifted on the sofa when the fingers of his hand touched at her thigh. His sudden nearness, the warmth and his aroma coming off him made her breathe a little heavier. Glancing aside, she could see the hunger in his eyes. If it hadn’t been for the musician, he would be all over her now. She swallowed. She loved the way he respected her, but she wasn’t gonna lie: of course she too wanted to celebrate his return, other than decorating a spruce together.
He leaned closer, nuzzling at her cheek. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured.
Zelda sucked in a breath. His voice was warm, velvety. It coated the inside of her ears like sticky sweet syrup. “I’ve missed you too.” Licking her lips, she tried to control her breathing. A frisson ran down her spine, and at that moment, she made a decision. Looking straight at him, she stood up. “I’m going to the toilet,” she said, voice thick with desire and the hope that she wouldn’t find anything any more on the protective cloth in her underwear. The way she had said it, had almost sounded as if she’d ordered her body to stop leaking blood.
“Okay,” Link nodded firmly, hoping along with her.
When she returned from the toilet, she dismissed the musician. The way she looked at him didn’t require a lot of conversation.
“Link?”
“Zelda?”
“How about we lock the door?”
He threw his Sheikah Slate next to him and sprang up. “Are we gonna…?”
“I think it may have been almost the last of it.”
“The last of the blood coming out of you?”
“Yes, so tonight...”
“Say no more!” He almost tripped when he bolted for the door, and Zelda giggled. “Just, maybe for now, no...”
Link paused, knowing what she was thinking. “Hm. No eating pussy.”
“Yeah.”

The sofa creaked a bit when Zelda straddled Link’s seated figure. Even that old piece of furniture seemed to be looking forward to some activity. It wasn’t only carrying two crazy in love reunited lovers, but also their clothes, scattered all over it, most definitely torn in some places.
Link’s breath hitched when Zelda’s breasts were right in front of him. She offered them to him, and he was more than happy to indulge. His hands ran over her hips, around to her plump but cheeks. “Let me grab that fat ass of yours,” he growled against her warm skin.
“It’s not fat!” Zelda gasped.
“You just said it yourself!”
“I said it looked fat! That’s not the same!” She leaned back to look at him. “Do you think it’s fat?”
“I think it’s soft and inviting, and it makes me incredibly hot. Now, can we just...” Placing his hands on her hips again, he lifted them up a bit. Fluently, and without heistation, he thrust up inside her, effectively nipping any further complaints in the bud.
“Oh, yes!” Zelda groaned, burrying her face against his neck.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about. This feels so much better than my hand,” Link ground out.
Zelda let out a little laugh. “Same.”
Because there was no longer any danger of conception, they had decided not to use any protection, and Link could feel every twitching nerve inside her warm, welcoming sheath. He let his hands run along the small of her back, imagining the tingles going through her spine. Her skin quivered and her inner walls hugged him tighter, and with a little sigh, she started moving. It was quite obvious, to both of them, that it was going to be short. Short, but so very fulfilling. The mere skin to skin contact felt electric, letting their nerve endings sing out a gospel of pure joy, and encouraging the natural dance of their hips. Zelda threw her head back while she cradled Link’s head against her chest, against her heart that was swelling to the point of bursting. She was so perfectly happy right now.
Link sniffed deeply, soaking up the fragrant smell of her skin. It went straight to his groin. Down there, there were fireworks in the making, waiting to be fired off. Her passage was slick, with love juice, and whatever still needed to come out. It didn’t matter. There were delighted mewls coming from her mouth and there was a love drunk grin on his face. All was good.
He already felt her coming on top of him, convulsing violently around him, crying out his name. Even so, he himself was not quite there yet. Knowing she could still go on, he gently lifted her off him and laid her on her back. She smiled when he entered her again, curling the fingers of one hand behind the armrest. “That was quick,” Link smiled.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed.
“Don’t be. You get to go again.”
Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she arched against him, pressing her head back into the decorative pillow. She felt his fringe brushing at the side of her face, his lips along her jaw when he continued his worship, and she instantly felt herself growing hot again. His kisses were greedy, yet tender, as if he was lapping at rich, sweet cream, hungry for it, but wanting to savour it. She let out a long moan, one of pure contentment. It turned to a giggle when he nibbled at her ear lobe. She loved that.
She pulled up her legs a bit more, while his hips sped up, relentless to the creaking of the sofa. She’d never noticed it creaking like this before. Probably because they’d never done this kind of activity on it before.
Sparks were flying down in Link’s nether regions, and it wouldn’t be long at all before one of them would light the fuse. He lifted his head to look at her, drinking in the sight of her, bathed in this soft orange light from candles, lanterns and fireplace. This, this was the kind of reunion he had pictured all week. What he had seen in front of his eyes while the sun was beating down on him and he was inhaling desert sand. All the way during their cold, dark journey back here. Home. To the woman he was proud to call his fiancée. Bouncing under his body right now, her nipples stiff and her skin flushed with excitement. Lost in rapture, lost in her love for him, and the feeling went both ways.
Her mouth opened wide and her free hand gripped at his shoulder with the onset of her second rush. “Link!” she gasped. “Go on!” Her head whipped back, eyes flickering behind closed eyelids. “Yes… Oh… Oh!” Her passage squeezed, and he felt himself exploding, spectacularly and festively, up into her belly. “Zelda!” he groaned, breathing harshly into her neck. “Oh, Heavens, I love you.” He let his ears fill with her screams, let his eyes feast on her ecstatic face, while his body released everything he had inside of her. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Zelda croaked, releasing her clutch on the armrest and hugging both arms around him. She pulled him closely on top of her while her pussy sucked everything from him. As the sweat on their bodies was cooling and the spinning of their heads started to dissipate, they lay like that for a while.
Link rested himself on top of her, using her breasts as a pillow. Her heartbeat as a lullaby. For him, it had been a long day. He felt his eyes drooping shut. He may have dozed off for a bit, until he heard her soft voice again.
“What do you think we should call each other?” she pondered, lovingly running a hand through his hair.
Leaning his chin on her chest, he looked up at her. “What, like, nicknames?”
“Yes.”
“Do we have to?”
Zelda frowned. “Why not?”
“Well, I don’t really see the point. I’m not gonna start loving you more if I call you honey, or sweetie, or… Although, there was that one...”
“Dont’t you dare say Royal Slut,” she said, pointing a finger at him.
He laughed. “What did you have in mind for me?”
“That’s not really suitable for public use either.”
“Good, because we’re not in public.”
She sucked her lips in between her teeth. “Sex Beast. You’re right, this was a stupid idea, let’s not do it.”
Smiling, he pressed a slow, linguering kiss to her lips. “So, are we gonna go to the Winter Solstice market? I heard Cassian is gonna participate in a sausage eating contest.”
Zelda laughed loudly. That so sounded like something Cassian would want to do. “Oh, then we must go and cheer him on. It sounds like something we’re gonna want to see. But when we come back… I think I’m gonna want to nibble on a different kind of sausage.”
“Do you?”
“Hmm… One with a very unique flavour. And a very creamy filling.”
“Ooh… Nice.” Already, his eyes glinted with anticipation. “So, shall we get dressed then?”
She yawned and moaned, stretching lazily. “Hmm… Five more minutes.” Or ten. Or half an hour. There was no rush. No rush at all.

To be continued...

Author’s Note: I always imagine Zelda talking and behaving like Queen Victoria in the ITV drama ‘Victoria’. Such a beautiful actress.
It’s a bit weird to write this festive chapter when it’s almost summer. But waiting half a year to upload this is also quite stupid. I also don’t know if such a thing as Christmas exists in the universe of Zelda. So I went for Winter Solstice, something that happens each year, no matter which religion one might have. So, here’s a bit of ‘Christmas’ in June. Hope you enjoyed.
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