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Impure Thoughts	By : Lisachan Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 7784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary: Zelda receives some worrying news about Boy. As Link still refuses to tell anything about it, she tries to blackmail him by denying him sex. Will it work?

Chapter 12: Pray For Boy

Zelda looked at the glass of Hateno sheep milk Ivee had set in front of her with a certain look of bravery. She was going to give it another try. This acquired taste, she wanted to get used to it, perhaps one day even get to like it. As a Queen, she had to support the enterpreneurs of her Kingdom. It wasn’t the first time she’d have it. Ever since she’d announced to Link that she wanted to join him on his visits to Hateno village, two months ago, she’d come here often. It was really starting to grow on her, this milk.
Ivee went sitting down with a sigh, a hand around her own glass of milk. “I heard a howl coming from the lab the other day,” she said.
Zelda’s worry-antennas sprung up. “From Boy?”
“It must’ve been, yeah. It… made my hairs stand on end. So full of… I don’t even know what it was. I’d never heard him like that before. I almost went up there.”
“You think the experiment isn’t going well?” See, this is why she wanted to come here. From Ivee, she could find out things Link wouldn’t tell her.
“I don’t know.”
“But Link always says that Boy’s fine.” Zelda tutted. “So frustrating they won’t say anything about it. Not Link, not Purah, not Symin.”
“If it’s not going well, then let’s hope Purah and Symin find a way to turn it around.”
Azu came in, putting down his bag from school. As always when Zelda visited, he froze and stared at her, then suddenly seemed to remember it was rude. “Queen Zelda,” he said, after various of her visits still in awe.
“Hello, Azu,” Zelda smiled warmly.
“Here Azu,” Ivee said, pushing a tray with an afterschool cookie and glass of milk towards him. “Mum has prepared this for you.”
“Are you talking about the two mad scientists?” he asked, taking a hungry bite from his cookie.
“They’re not mad,” Ivee scoffed. “They’re more intelligent than the whole of Hateno village will ever be.”
Zelda perked up on her seat when a sudden idea entered her head. “Azu, do you still try to spy on the lab, you and your friend?”
Azu’s eyes flickered. “No,” he mumbled through a mouthful of cookie.
She stood up and walked over to him. “It’s okay, you can tell me,” she smiled reassuringly when he backed away a bit. “In fact...” She took a purple rupee from her pouch. “It would be great if you could get us some information.”
“Your Majesty...” Ivee said, quite shocked that Zelda would stoop to such lowly methods.
“Well, if none of them will tell us anything, then we have to find out on our own, don’t we?” She turned back to Azu, who was staring at the purple rupee is if in trance. “What do you think.”
Azu inhaled sharply and swallowed. “Cool,” he breathed.
“Will you do it?”
Azu quickly nodded.
“Great. Try not to be seen by Purah, Symin or Link. Now, Link has told me that he often takes Boy somewhere via teleportation. So your best chance to catch them is if they teleport back. He has created a teleportation spot right at the entrance of the lab. Wait until they return, okay?” She stuck the rupee up in the air. “If you come back, your friend gets one too.” Then she kneeled down, dropping the rupee in Azu’s hand.
Azu exhaled in wonder, his eyes gleaming at the rupee in his hand. “After that, can we go play in Link’s house?”
Zelda smiled. They had yet to decide on a use for it. For now, the kids from the village used it as their not so ‘secret base’, pretending they were brave warriors. “Of course.”
“Yay!”
“Good luck.”
“That’s so dirty,” Ivee grimaced.
Zelda turned to Ivee with a belligerent grin. There was a glint of rebellion in her eyes. “Well, you know what they say, don’t you Ivee? All’s fair in love and war.”

Zelda and Ivee were restlessly traipsing in front of the window. They were two women on a mission, desperate for a lead. The two boys were taking quite a while to return, dusk was already setting in. It was the first time since ever that Ivee had shirked her duty to call in customers to the shop for so long. She guessed that, because Zelda was there, her parents daren’t remind her of her daily tasks.
Sighing, and bored out of her mind, she decided to already start on Azu’s homework. It was because of them that he couldn’t do it, so it was the least she could do. It wasn’t much. Sefaro could copy it later.
She looked up and threw the pencil down on the table when Zelda straightened in front of the window.
“There was a blue flash coming from the lab,” she said, with hope in her voice. She turned to Ivee with a nervous smile. “Link must be back. We’ll soon know more.”
Sure enough, the boys were back by the time Ivee had finished the rest of the homework.
“We’re sorry,” Azu said, bowing his head and holding the purple rupee out to Zelda. “We failed in our mission.” His friend was standing next to him, also with his eyes lowered.
Zelda felt the hope in her chest being replaced by a sense of emptiness. “Did you not see them?” she said, doing her best to keep the disappointment from her voice.
“We saw Brother Link. But we didn’t see Boy,” Azu said.
“Did he return to the lab alone?”
“No,” Sefaro said gravely. “There was another man. But we couldn’t see his face. He was wearing Brother Link’s cloak, and the large hood was all over his head.”
Azu nodded, all excited now from this small adventure. He was bursting with curiosity about who this new character in their village might be, and still keen to reveal what they had been able to find out. “He walked very awkwardly.”
“And he had to lean on Brother Link,” Sefaro added.
Zelda kneeled down in front of the two boys, pushing the hand holding out the rupee back towards Azu. “It’s okay, you can keep it. You both did what I asked from you.” Reaching in her pouch, she gave Sefaro one too.
“Wow!” Sefaro exclaimed. “Thank you, Queen Zelda.”
“Thank you!” Azu agreed.
“Don’t tell your mums you earned it from spying!” Zelda called after them when they ran off. Pensively tapping a finger against her chin, she turned back to Ivee. “So, Link came back with a man.”
“You think Purah sent him to go get Robbie? To get his advice?”
“That’s possible. But Azu said he walked awkwardly.”
“Well, Robbie’s getting old, isn’t he?”
“But why would he want to hide his face?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll try talking to Link about it again. When we get back to the castle.”
“Why not now?”
“Because it may end in an argument, I don’t want to do that in front of people.”
“Oh, I see.”
Zelda took her glass of milk and stared into it as if the answer could be found floating around in it. “Is there really nothing we can do?” she wondered.
“Pray!” Ivee exclaimed. “To the Goddess statue. We could pray for Boy!”
“Yes!” Zelda agreed. “I’ll do that too. Don’t pray to the horned statue, though. I heard from Link that he’s a ripp off and a fraud. We might get the opposite effect if you pray to that one.”
“That’s a vile statue, alright,” Ivee agreed.
There was an urgent knock at the door, and Ivee went to answer it. “Mum? What is it?”
Amira came bustling in, dragging a crying and complaining Azu along. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but it’s an emergency,” she said, doing her clumsy curtsy towards Zelda. “You see, this one here…” She shoved Azu forward. “Claims he got this…!” She held up Azu’s purple rupee. “From the Queen.”
“It’s true!” Azu cried out.
“Why would the Queen give you a purple rupee, just like that? You ought to give it back. And you also ought to be making homework, instead of running off with your friend and stealing money from...”
“Amira, stop,” Zelda said. “He and his friend have run an errand for me, and I have rewarded them for it.” She stepped closer to the woman, seeing her grow smaller with every step. “Surely, there’s nothing wrong with that?”
“No, your Majesty,” Amira mumbled, bowingh her head. “Please forgive me, your Majesty, I didn’t know...”
“Indeed, you didn’t. Have a bit of faith in your son. This is no example.”
“You’re right, you’re Majesty. But in all fairness, fifty rupees, for a child…”
“It was a very important errand.”
“And his homework is done,” Ivee gleefully joined in, shoving the still open note book forward on the table. She could see her brother’s eyes widening, thankfully staring up at her, and she winked.
Zelda looked from the note book to Azu with a mischievous expression on her face, which then turned stern again when she looked back at Amira. “I see you are still holding on to the rupee, though.”
Amira quickly thrust the rupee back to her son. “I’m sorry.”
“It is not me who you should be apologizing to.”
Amira’s eyes flickered down to her snivelling boy, who hugged the precious rupee to his chest. “I’m sorry, Azu.”
Azu glanced up at Zelda, who smiled and nodded her head. “It’s okay, mum.”
Letting out a soft laugh, Zelda once again kneeled down in front of Azu. “Now, don’t waste it on candy or cookies, okay? Buy something useful with it. Like books, or… more nutritious food.”
“Yes, Queen Zelda,” Azu nodded fervently, his eyes sparkling. Something in the way he held on to the rupee told her that he might not spend it at all, and just keep it as a Holy Relic he’d received from the Queen.
When Amira and Azu had left the room again, Ivee stood leaned against the table, saying nothing, but staring at Zelda.
“What?” Zelda said, standing up again.
“I think you’re gonna be such a great mum,” Ivee mused.
“Aw, thank you.”
They heard Link’s voice from behind the door that had been left ajar, and they went back to their conniving demeanor. “Right, whatever I can find out from Link, if I can find out something, I’ll send you a pigeon about it,” Zelda whispered.
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed,” Ivee replied.
“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”
“Hullo, traveller,” Ivee said with a sunny face, when Link came in.
“Hey, Ivee,” Link smiled.
She noticed how Link seemed to sway a bit. “Are you okay?”
“Sure, why?”
“You seem to wobble a bit.”
“Oh, that’s nothing,” Link said, grinning nervously when Zelda started eyeing him suspiciously too now. “You know, this teleporting all the time, it does stuff to my brain.”
“Well, it’s true, it is a unique sensation,” Zelda had to admit. She narrowed her eyes at the grin on Link’s face. It was one of boyish enthusiasm, and when he had that on, it often involved sex.
“Can we go now?” he said hopefully. “I got us some more of these.”
Zelda looked into the pouch Link was holding out towards her. Willysleeves, of course. “Ivee, it was nice talking to you,” she said with a smile.
“Indeed, it was,” Ivee agreed. She smiled back at Zelda, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her and Link together, she had accepted that, she’d had no other choice. But seeing them together, their plans for when they’d be back home clearly visible from their eyes and body language, it kept on stinging a bit. Sex between them two must’ve been spectacular. Explosive.
She blinked, shaking the thought off, and sniffed. “See you around,” she said with a bright face that betrayed nothing from her inner turmoil.
The two girls parted with a conspiratory wink, and a secretive thumbs up from Zelda.

Link had his hands all over Zelda’s body, and his mouth all over her face when they entered their living quarters, and Zelda laughed. His eagerness for sex was good. It was part of her plan. It would only be a matter of minutes before she’d get more info out of him.
They had not even noticed Liselle, who was sitting at the table with all kinds of paperwork spread out in front of her. “Zelda dear, we should start thinking about your wedding dress.”
Jumping a bit, they broke apart. “Now?” Zelda said.
“According to your agenda, you have no other appointments right now. Unless there is something I have not been informed abou…” She paused when she read both their body language, like two mischievous kids who were up to no good. “Honestly, you two, you need to stop running off during the middle of the day. It’s nice to see how much you love each other, but a wedding requires a lot of organisation.” Relentless, she gestured towards the chairs, urging them to sit down. “The tailor and seamstress have inquired me about your dress. They want it to be a masterpiece, so the sooner they know what you want, the sooner they can start on designs for it. Because, if you want things like lace or embroidery, then it will take quite some time for it to be finished, no matter how skilled the craftsmen are. And it’s not just the wedding dress,” Liselle continued, busy with papers and pencil. “There’s the food, and the guests and invitations, and you have to decide what kind of flowers you would prefer.”
Zelda sighed, mouthing a ‘sorry’ towards a disappointed Link, and joined Liselle at the table. Link came shuffling behind her and sat down too. Pleased, Liselle dove straight back into the paperwork. “Now, first and foremost, the dress. Not white,” she spiritedly continued, pointing her pencil at Zelda.
“Why not?”
“Well, that should be quite obvious. White represents virginity.”
“Oh, but white would reflect so beautifully in the sunlight.”
“Now, here where we live, sex before marriage may be allowed,” Liselle said, gesticulating with her pencil. “But I still think, along with many others, I’m sure, that wearing a white dress when you’re not a virgin anymore is blasphemy. You could, however, wear a white dress with coloured accessories. For example, a flower crown, like the one on your Coronation.”
“Kamie and Elliv could make it,” Link suggested.
“Excellent idea!” Zelda concurred. “I’m sure they would be honoured to do so.”
“Splendid, white dress with coloured accents,” Liselle nodded, taking note. “Now, for the cut and the embellishments…”
Zelda and Link exchanged a look. This was going to take quite a while.

Link put his hand up in the air, hoping it would get him an opportunity to speak. Every time he’d tried to say something, he’d either been ignored, or shushed. This had turned into an elaborate affair of enormous proportions, from hairdo’s to starters, and apparently, Liselle all wanted it sorted out right now. While he had hoped to have been in bed with Zelda. Like, ages ago. It was already dark outside, for quite a while now.
“Yes, Master Link?” Liselle smiled.
“May I be excused?”
“Why?” Zelda said. “It’s going to be your wedding too.”
“Yes, indeed, ‘shush’ is very encouraging to voice my opinion on the matter,” Link stated dryly.
“He’s right,” Liselle had to admit.
Zelda put a hand to her chest. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise. We were so engrossed in it. What did you want to say?”
“I just need to pee,” Link said. He stood up, but then paused. “Oh, and the flowers… Maybe a bit less pink?”
Right after he’d left, there was a short conversation in the hallway, and he stuck his head back inside. “Malya,” he said, pointing towards the hallway.
“Yes?” Liselle inquired, in a very teacher kind of way.
“If they can start on dinner, over in the kitchen.”
“Yes!” Zelda exclaimed, sounding more than a little relieved.
“But Zelda, there’s still so much more to discuss,” Liselle said.
“Tomorrow, please,” Zelda groaned, rubbing her eyes. “I can hardly think or see straight any more.”
Liselle nodded. “You’re right. Well, at least the tailor can start sketching out your wedding dress, and then very soon, you can try out his designs.” She started to gather her paperwork, but then clapped her hands together in front of her chest. “Oh, it’s gonna be so much fun! You’re going to be such a beautiful bride.”
Zelda smiled. “I’m looking forward to it too.”
“You know,” Liselle enthused. “All these preperations are just as much fun as the wedding itself. You should enjoy it to the fullest.”
“You’re right,” Zelda agreed. “And that’s why, we have to break it down into pieces. Spread it over multiple days.”
“Yes, I know,” Liselle said. “I’m pretty sure we’ve covered the bare essentials now. When all that is sorted, we can move on to the more pleasant stuff, like trying out different kind of hairstyles, jewelry, menu tasting, cake tasting…”
Zelda laughed softly. She wondered who would be enjoying this more, she or her ladies.

“You got it all sorted?” Link asked during dinner.
“For now, yes,” Zelda nodded. “So, you will take care of the rings, right?”
“Yup.”
“Great. Then other then that, essentially, you only have one more job.”
“And that is?”
She presented him with her sweetest smile, eyes sparkling. “Say ‘I do’, of course.”
The rest of the conversation was all about the guest list, table cloths, decorations and a whole lot of other things that had Zelda all sorts of excited. When they were on dessert, she decided to put her plan into action. “How’s Boy?”
“Good,” Link said, munching through a mouthful of berry crumble and sweet cream.
“You gotta give me something more than that.”
“Oh no,” Link sighed. “Are we really going to do this again? I’ve told you before...”
“I know why you can’t say anything. But you’re really testing our patience here.”
“That’s just how long the experiment takes.” He lifted his spoon to take another bite, but then paused. “Wait a minute, our patience?”
Zelda slowly licked berry juice off her lips. “Yes, me and Liselle and Malya. And Ivee...”
Link’s spoon landed back onto his plate. “Oh! Oh, is that why you wanted to come with me to Hateno village? To try and glean information from her?”
“She heard him howling. And not just howling, but really howling,” Zelda said, making sure she put enough drama in her words. “She said it made her hairs stand on end.”
“He’s fine!”
Zelda pressed on. “Sefaro and Azu saw you coming back with a man.”
“They did?”
She pulled up her shoulders. Obviously, she wouldn’t tell him how she’d paid them, but it was common knowledge that staring at the lab was their favorite passtime. “You know how they like to spy on the lab.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Who was it?”
“I can’t say.” His standard answer.
Taking in a deep breath, Zelda leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Okay, here’s how it’s going to be.” She was going to make a bold statement. “No sex until you tell me.”
Link didn’t even flinch. “Okay.”
Slight panic. She thought he’d have broken down in defeat, spilling everthing he knew on the subject. “What?”
“I said okay.”
She could do nothing but stare. She didn’t understand. Before, during that time they couldn’t have sex because of her periods, he was acting as if he’d just been spat out of a Fairy Fountain after a Great Fairy had sucked him in and had dishounored him in various unmentionable ways. And now, he’d said ‘okay’, just like that. He had said okay! To not having sex!
“Okay?” she repeated, shocked.
“Yes. Okay.”
She blinked, effectively stumped for a moment. “I can’t believe you’d say ‘okay’ so easily.”
“I can’t believe you’d stoop to blackmail.”
“Well, you dont leave me a lot of choice, do you? And what are you smirking about?”
“Isn’t it obvious? If I don’t get to have sex, then you don’t get to have sex either.” He pointed at her with his spoon. “If you want to turn this into a test of endurance, then the game is on, my darling.”
Zelda pressed her lips together and clenched her fists. He was right. Clearly, she had not thought this through. “Don’t you ‘darling’ me,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

It still being the last days of the winter season, and because Link had only made a small fire in the fireplace (since they were not going to have sex anyway), the air in the bedroom was quite chilly. As was the atmosphere. Even so, Zelda had put nothing on. She planned to be an ultimate being of seduction. A Goddess of temptation Link wouldn’t be able to resist. It was one thing for him to say that he’d be strong enough to refuse sex while they were having dinner, but ignoring the call of her warm, moist, leaking well of pleasure when it was displayed right in front of him, was an entirely different thing. Surely, it wouldn’t take long for him to crack. Right now, he was still a picture of indifference, but she would do all she could to change that.
“Guess we won’t be needing these, then,” Link said, dropping the pouch of willysleeves into the drawer of his bedside table.
“It wouldn’t be necessary anyway, I’m not fertile right now,” Zelda said, streching herself out onto her side of the bed, deliberatly pressing her chest up. “Just so you know.” She suggestively pulled up her knees and sent him a voluptous look.
“That’s good, we’d better save them,” Link said from his side of the bed, as he took off his clothes. To not have sex.
“Don’t you think we deserve a bit of adult entertainment after all this talking about the wedding?” Zelda sighed, slowly running her hands along her body.
“We do,” Link said, completely ignoring her. “Now then.”
Zelda watched with growing stupefaction how he ran a hand down his tight abs, teasing his manhood to hardness. “What are you doing?”
“You said no sex. You didn’t say anything about self-service.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“No, I’m not. Don’t forget it’s you who has instigated this.”
She would try a bit of reverse psychology. “Fine. You know, I don’t expect you to have sex with me every night.”
“Fine.”
“So, what do you expect me to do then? Just do nothing?”
“Suit yourself. I feel like doing this.” While he let his fingers play along his stiffened shaft, he could feel her indignant eyes burning on him. That, along with the physical stimulation, made his skin flush. He would let her steep for a bit, and he would enjoy it too. Who did she think she was to deny him sex? He’d show her.
Wetting his lips, he watched the clear drops of moisture oozing out from between the slit at the top of the darkening head, and he spread it with his thumb, gasping and closing his eyes. With his other hand, he touched his abs, his chest, caressing and exciting his skin. Skin, he knew, she was dying to touch. He bit his lip and moaned softly, slowly craning his neck. Next to him, he could hear his stubborn fiancée shifting on the mattress.
Zelda couldn’t help but feel her mouth water. As if under a spell, she let her eyes roam over him. His face, scrunched up in sexual tension, his jaw opening and closing as he puffed out strained sighs. His full lips, shiny with saliva. Long quivering lashes on fluttering eyelids. His adams apple bobbing at his throat as he swallowed. His body, so fit, shining from the thin film of sweat that started to form. His muscles, so tight, without them being burly in a grotesque and showy way.
She had turned on her side, leaning up on her elbow. Hot moisture was bubbling at her aching entrance, and she angled her leg up, letting a hand creep down. She was very conscious of how utterly absurd this whole situation was. But she was trying to make a point. She didn’t know who’s resolve would crumble first, who would end up keeping his foot down longest, but she knew one thing: right now, she needed some form of relief.
Link scrunched his eyes open when he heard a moan next to him. What he saw spiked his pleasure sensors. His swollen manhood jerked in his hand, and he could feel his nipples growing hard. Staring at him through half lidded eyes, she was rubbing up against her hand, her bottom lip quivering while her fingers teased at her sensitive clit. Swallowing, he started moving his hand up and down. His sparkling eyes alternated from where she was pleasuring herself, to her face, panting out blissful gasps. When she pushed her fingers inside, she reacted as if they were charged with a vibrating energy. “Ah… Link! Hmm…” she purred. It was quite obvious that she was putting on a show, all for the purpose of letting him lose control. His hand lowered down to his balls, and he fondled them while she was writhing and mewling.
Zelda grinned like the Goddess of Seduction she was going to be, when she let her hand emerge back from between her legs. Her fingers, wet with her sticky nectar, hovered right in front of his mouth. She quickly drew them away again when he tried to lick them, but then she pressed them to his lips, spreading her juice all over them. Her personal, natural drug, he couldn’t live without. He sucked her fingers in, greedily lapping it all up, as if he’d discovered its sweet taste for the first time. Zelda smiled, watching with fascination how he licked it all up, like a vampire thirsty for blood. Then she lowered her hand down again, his eyes following it like a magnet, and tilting her hips up a bit, she splayed her bottom lips open with her fingers. “If you want more…” she breathed. “You know what to do.”
Link blinked and, regaining his focus, tore his eyes away from her hypnotic folds. Suddenly, he seemed to remember what this was all about. He would not be tricked by her. He needed to keep a clear vision of his priorities. And while Zelda’s happiness and safety would always be his prority, her childish blackmail wouldn’t.
With a grunt, he wrenched his head to the other side. His eyes slid shut again while his body arched up into his own hands. The couple of queers in their forces were a great source of information when it came to pleasuring the male body. He’d discovered pleasure spots he didn’t even know he had, and he was revisiting them right now. Panting, he let his fingertips travel along places that Zelda had yet left uncharted. Applying light pressure around the crown of the little head, he lowered his other hand, caressing in between his balls and nudging right under them. “Oh… Hmm…” he hummed. Next to him, he felt Zelda subtly rolling closer to him. The skin of her thigh brushed against his, creating sparks. Her breathing was heavy as it tickled against his shoulder.
“Link, come on,” he heard her sighing. “Don’t be like this.”
“Like what?” Link grunted, not stopping his ministrations. “Loyal to Purah? Respecting her wish?”
“But those bruises… She’s hurting you. You have them every time you come back from her. And by the time they have hardly even faded, you have to go again.”
“Thanks for your concern, but honestly, I’ve had worse.”
“Link!” she huffed out, no longer able to hide the despair in her voice, her desire for him. “Why are you being so stubborn?”
He glared back at her with a challenging grin. “Getting impatient?”
Grabbing both his wrists with her hands now, she pinned them down on either side of his head with surprising strength. She went sitting over him, oozing sensuality. He stared up at her, his eyes full of assertiveness. It was a dual of tenacity.
Leaning down, she let her mouth hover over his, tickling his lips with her breath. “How can you...” Resist me, she was going to say, but that sounded way cocky. “Restrain yourself?”
“Before we got together, it was all I had to do. So I’ve become pretty good at it.”
“Perhaps so. But back then, you didn’t know what you were missing out on. Now you do.”
“Don’t test me. I can take you by force, if I want. These hands holding me down…” He easily shook himself free from her grip. “Are nothing.”
Something ferocious flashed in his eyes, and it made her heart beat faster. “You wouldn’t.”
“If it really would be against your will, then no.” He let his hands slide up to her buttocks, squeezing. He did love to get hold of those warm, soft globes of flesh. She breathed out a shaky moan. “But the way you’re dripping all over me tells me something different.” He lightly pushed his hips up, nudging against her aching entrance, revelling in the way she was squirming and whimpering. He could feel it flexing, trying to suck him in. “I think it’s you who cannot restrain herself.” He teased his member up a bit further still, right on the verge of entering her, but not quite. He grinned when she bit back a gasp.
She pressed her lips together in frustration. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. All it would take for him was a little upward thrust with his hips. Clenching her fists, she ground out a sound of pure chagrin. Would it really be such a bad thing to lose face? Was she prepared to have this battle every night? “You’re not going to cave, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Fine, I give up! Because you are right, I cannot restrain myself, not when you’re tormenting me like this.”
Link gasped when she sank down upon him. Who was tormenting who, he wondered. Thrusting up into her twitching heat, he threw his head back. She ran her tongue up along his throat, over his chin, and he moaned. Her hands ran up along his torso, across his nipples, and it sent unexpected jolts through his body. She caught his gasps with her lips, and he eagerly kissed back, stabbing his tongue at hers and letting it roam inside her mouth. The hands on her buttcheeks squeezed and kneaded more, guiding them to move the way he wanted to. She started moving, and they moaned into each other’s mouth.
“Can you do the nipple thing again?” he breathed against her lips.
Zelda licked along his jaw. “The nipple thing?” she panted. “You mean this?” Her hands grabbed at both his modest pecks, and she let her fingers play with the sensitive pink circles.
“Hmm… Yeah…” he groaned.
She leaned back a bit, intrigued by the way he reacted to this. The flushing of his cheeks, the smile that formed on his lips, it spurred her on to ride him more vigorously. Her aching sheath responded by squeezing, making them both sob out sounds of delight. She leaned over him again, moving her hands to claw at the bedsheets. Flickers of pleasure started to spark in her loins, and she moved even faster. His fingers swiped up the small of her back, and she hissed at the goosebumps that prickled her skin.
“Ahn… Link!” she whimpered.
His hand reached up and tangled into her hair, pulling her closer as they moves as one. Their lower parts felt like a furnace when their peaks drew near. A loud hiccup came from Zelda’s mouth, and it signified the beginning of the end for both of them. They felt their brain shutting down and their gut taking over as they lost themselves to this kind of pleasure that would never get old. His seed burst free, and her body absorbed it like raindrops on dry desert sand.
When the heartbeat pounding in her ears started to subside, Zelda rolled back on her side of the bed, panting and wiping hair out of her sweaty face. Next to her, Link breathed out a laugh.
“You would do so lousy under torture.” He couldn’t resist. He had to take a jab at how she had been the first to cave.
“I know,” Zelda said, not even bothering to argue. “Luckily, I have a Knight who would rescue me before even a hair on my head would be harmed.” The fire in the fireplace had well and truly died by now, and she pulled the blanket over them both, cocooning them into a warm, fuzzy bubble. “What are you smirking about?” she said, snuggling against him.
“You know, it’s actually nice that we’re arguing about Boy like this?”
“It is?”
“Yeah. It shows how much we care about him.”
“Well yes, it does.” She kissed his shoulder and looked at him. “It’s really important to Purah that word doesn’t get out, is it?”
“It would be great if you could just drop it. And Ivee too. We have to have faith in her.”
“Yes. And in the cosmos.”
Link frowned. “Sorry?”
“We’re going to pray for Boy. To the Goddess statue. You put your body into it, we will put our spirit into it.”
“Hmm… Excellent idea.”
They lay for a while, until their eyelids grew heavy. Link was just about to extinguish the lantern when Zelda suddenly drew in an audible breath, as if she’d had an epiphany, and he glanced weirdly at her.
“Sparkles!” she exclaimed.
Link frowned. “Again… Sorry?”
“For my wedding dress. I want sparkles. So they will scintellate in the sun.”
“You’re gonna be the most brilliant bride ever.”
“Yes,” Zelda sighed. She hoped she would dream about it. And if she would remember the design of the dress the next morning, she would describe it to the tailor.

The next morning, Ivee received a message:
Dear Ivee. I’ve talked to Link about how you’ve heard Boy howling, and also about the man that had come with him. He wouldn’t say. I even threatened to deny him sex. It didn’t work. He was too strong. I cracked first. We’ll just have to be patient and sit it out. And pray for the best.
Ivee put down the letter with a sigh and stood up, marching off to start her worship to Goddess Hylia for that day.

To be continued…

Author’s Note: Next chapter, a pigeon arrives at the castle: the experiment is finished.
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