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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone following this story! Have some nice smut to brighten your day.

Breakfast did arrive, courtesy of a blushing maid who curtsied briefly and ran out of the room when Link tried to speak with her, her cheeks bright red. He was too hungry to be perturbed by her shyness, although Zelda laughed a bit as she picked up a pastry. “You do cut quite the fierce, heroic figure dressed like that, Link,” she said. “You have a fan.”
“But I… I just said good morning!” he protested. “I did, right, I didn’t bark or anything?”
She laughed and kissed his cheek. It surprised her just how much better she felt having him back to normal, with even one bite of food in her stomach. “No, no barking.” The small assortment of rolls and pastries was demolished in quick order, sitting on the bed and looking out the window. They were standing there now, Link’s arm across Zelda’s shoulders just because he could.
It really was progressing well. Zelda could recognize the great hall, the numerous wings of housing for guests, residents, and servants, the store rooms and even the library, although what shape any of the books would be in was debatable. “I want to be down there,” she sighed. “I should be helping with this, at least organizing and arranging for deliveries and payments…”
“You will be soon,” Link said, squeezing her shoulders softly and kissing her forehead. “We’ll get you back on your throne. You know, once they build it.” Even if she had to share her kingdom, it would be better than being locked in this tower.
Zelda laughed softly and leaned into him, turning her head to kiss him lightly, just below his ear. She felt his breath catch and his arm tighten around her just slightly. Shifting her body so she was facing into him, she kissed him again, just a little lower on his neck this time.
He didn’t bother asking if she was sure, the way her body pressed against his was pretty clear on that point. His other arm wrapped around her back as her lips trailed down his neck. After the nightmarish last couple of days, standing here in the soft warm sunlight felt like a dream, or maybe like waking up from one. All he knew was that he was finally back to himself, and Zelda wanted him as badly as he did her.
She reached up to him, her hand cupping the back of his neck as she kissed him. He liked that she was his height, although since she was in bare feet he had an extra inch on her today. It wasn’t as if she’d never kissed him before, or like he’d never touched her body, but somehow it was different now. The addition of clothes actually seemed erotic, feeling the warmth of her body through the cotton of the dress.
Zelda’s hand slid up his chest and pushed him back to sit on the bed. It was a delight to have Link back to himself, to have a full belly, and she had no problem with ignoring the worry that Ganondorf would be back eventually. She was here now, and so was Link, and she was more than ready to have some pleasure of her own instead of her body being used so callously. She hiked up her skirts and knelt over his lap, kissing him deeply.
Link moaned lightly as Zelda’s tongue trailed across his lips, her fingers caressing the length of his ears, brushing through his hair. His hands ran down her sides, fingers fanning over her hips. He barely noticed when she pushed him backwards until he was laying back on the bed, her hands to either side of his head. She hadn’t stopped kissing him once, and he wondered if she was getting as dizzy as he was. Not that he would ever ask her to stop, of course. He reached up, his fingers running through her silken hair, feeling it fall forward and lay in a curtain all around him.
They were both too engrossed to notice Ganondorf’s approach, and indeed he was being absolutely silent. He eased the door open, and leaned carefully on the door frame to watch, a slow smile spreading across his face as his hand dropped down to stroke his already hardening length. Even when she was displaying all the lust of a common whore, Zelda managed to maintain dignity and strength while she was doing it, which was one of the reasons he enjoyed her so much.
From the sounds Link was making as she bent gracefully over him, he felt much the same way. Ganondorf watched as Zelda went from kissing his mouth to his neck, and he was fascinated by the way Link’s head tilted back, exposing his throat so willingly to her. His skin was a shade hair darker than hers, from spending his whole life in the sun, giving just a bit of contrast. Against his own skin, he doubted they’d look different from each other at all.
He wondered at first if she was already riding him, but when she rolled off of him to the side, he could see Link’s pants were still in place… although distended from the arousal contained within. Zelda stayed sitting beside him for a moment, kissing him again, then grinned and laid back, beckoning him on top of her.
Link was hard enough to hurt by the time Zelda shifted off of him, and he stood up, turning to face her eagerly. Or at least he was eager until he caught sight of Ganondorf leaning casually against the wall, his hand stroking over his own impressive length with that smirk of his firmly in place. “You! How long have you been there?” Link demanded. On the bed below him, Zelda twisted to see what was behind her, all the colour draining from her face.
“Long enough,” he said in a low, pleased tone. “By all means… please continue.”
“We aren’t here to put on a show for you,” Zelda said, just the barest hint of a tremble in her voice.
Ganondorf smiled again. “You are if I say you are. But if you would prefer, I could just take over now.” He squeezed his shaft, hips thrusting forwards to punctuate his words.
Link leaned protectively over Zelda, grabbing her hand. “I didn’t say that. I don’t want you hurting her.”
“Then why don’t you have your fun,” he said, his voice almost a purr. “And when she’s been well used and prepared, perhaps it won’t be such an ordeal for her, hmm?”
Gods, it would make it easier, Zelda thought to herself. And since she had no doubt Ganondorf was indeed going to entertain himself whether she wanted him to or not, the idea of it wasn’t a bad one. The question was, then, would Link be able to go through with it? He’d just gotten used to the idea of sex with her as it was, and having an audience had clearly deflated his readiness.
Alright, she was not going to be cheated out of her pleasure at this point in the proceedings. Zelda sat up on the edge of the bed, reaching one hand up to Link’s head, pulling him down to kiss him again. He wasn’t exactly reluctant, but his body was stiff in all the wrong places and none of the right ones. Well, she’d just have to remedy that. “Don’t look at him,” she murmured, pulling away from the kiss just enough to look sternly at him. “Only at me.” She slid her fingers up into his hair, dislodging his hat and setting it on the bed beside them. Her thumb rubbing lightly along the lower length of his ear, she pulled him down to kiss her again.
It was a lot harder to enjoy Zelda’s company with Ganondorf in the room. At least he was being quiet, though, and as long as his eyes were closed or focused entirely downwards, he could mostly pretend he wasn’t there. The way Zelda’s hand felt, grabbing his tunic and pulling him forwards helped. He fell onto the bed above her, feeling her shift backwards just a bit so he could crawl fully onto it, ending up over her on his hands and knees. She took his hand and set it lightly on her breast before her own hands moved down to undo his belt, sliding it off of his waist.
His hand moved reflexively, his fingers shifting over the soft swell, rubbing slightly on the bump of her nipple through the gown. Zelda made a soft, pleased sound under him and he felt his length stirring to life again. He leaned down, kissing her throat softly, working his way down to her collarbone, his hand squeezing the softness of her breast slightly.
Zelda moaned quietly, her body arching up against his. “Yes, Link…” she murmured, her hands slipping up under his tunic, cool on the hot skin of his belly. He slid his hands under her back, undoing the loosely tied lacing of her dress, letting her pull her arms free of it when she was ready. She didn’t seem inclined to take her hands off his body anytime soon, though, her fingers trailing up onto his back, teasing down his spine.
Link shivered at her light, tickling touch, pulling her dress down just enough to expose the breast he was playing with. It occurred to him that he’d never touched her like this in the daylight before… while her body was familiar under his hands, the colour of her skin was fascinating, the tinge of pink in her cheeks delightful. He dipped his head down, licking lightly at her bright pink nipple and was rewarded by her gasp and the spread of the pink from her cheeks down her neck.
Her hands reached the waistband of his pants, untying the cord. She slid one hand inside, and she smiled to hear his groan as her fingers wrapped around his length. Any temporary problems he’d been having were certainly gone now. Vaguely, she could hear Ganondorf shifting around the edge of the room to get a better angle on them, but refused to let it bother her. It’s not as if she had anything to hide that he hadn’t already seen and thoroughly explored, after all, though she felt a little badly for Link.
The hero, though, had decided that at this point, he didn’t care if Ganondorf watched or not. Being shy would only make it seem that he had something to hide, and he was determined to not let the Gerudo shame him anymore. Plus, Zelda’s hand felt so good on his shaft that he could hardly think straight anyways beyond wanting to be inside her. He shifted his weight so he was kneeling between her legs, and slid his arms up her legs, bunching the dress up around his arms. Pausing, he looked questioningly down at Zelda to see if she wanted him to leave it there, but she shook her head minutely, arching herself off the bed and raising her hands above her head so he could slide the dress the rest of the way off.
“You are beautiful in the light…” Link murmured, looking down at her as he lay the dress almost reverently beside her. He’d seen her bare plenty over the last little while, of course, but never like this, flushed with pleasure, her body open to him with her legs on either side of his. There was a faint rumble of agreement from Ganondorf, and while it made Link shiver, he didn’t pause this time as he leaned down over Zelda, one hand sliding up the outside of her thigh, the other resting just beside her head as he bent down to kiss her.
She kissed him back eagerly, her legs shifting a bit more apart as her hands reached for his hips, pulling him down against her. Link moved his hand from her thigh to her core, loving the sound she made when his fingers slid across her wetness. Any worry he had that she wasn’t ready for this was immediately quashed by how easily his forefinger slid inside of her, and the faint, pleading moan she made because of it. He withdrew his hand from her, pulling his shaft free of his loosened pants. Slowly, he positioned himself at her entrance and slipped inside.
Zelda arched up against him, her hands scrabbling across his back, pulling him down into her. He resisted just enough to be slow about sinking into her, groaning softly as he finally buried his length. Slowly, he started to thrust into her, marvelling in the feeling of her wet, slickness. She squirmed under him, encouraging him to go deeper with her hands on his back, pulling him down against her.
Link was getting hot as he drove into her, speeding up to her encouragements. It occurred to him that he’d never done this with clothing on, and was surprised at how overly warm he was getting. He jumped at the feel of hands on the hem of his layers of shirts, at the low voice saying in his ear, “These come off now.” His rhythm faltered as Ganondorf lifted his tunic and chainmail over his head, although the feel of Zelda’s much smaller hands running up his bare chest helped to re-orient himself. He started to move inside her again as the fabric pulled free from his head, and he pulled his arms through, leaning down over Zelda as the chainmail dropped to the floor beside them.
Ganondorf lay down on the other side of the bed, propping his head on one hand while the other lazily stroked himself. He quite liked the way they looked, a bare two feet away from him as Link drove into Zelda, making her whimper with pleasure. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch either of them... that could come later, once they were more accustomed to their roles. For now, watching the faint lines Zelda’s nails left in his back, the sweat beading on Link’s skin as he increased the pace… just observing was perfectly enjoyable.
He licked his lips as Zelda arched up against Link, crying out in pure pleasure, her fingers digging into his back, spurring him to greater speeds. “Come inside of her, Link,” he said softly, delighting in the way the boy shuddered at his words. “Do it.”
The last think Link wanted to was obey Ganondorf’s orders at this point in time, but he was so close anyways, and Zelda was clinging to him, making those delightful whimpering moans. Before he could try and stop himself, he was coming, driving himself as deeply inside of her as he could, leaning down to bite her shoulder softly to muffle his groans. Zelda clung to him, kissing his neck and shoulder, tongue running over his skin. Slowly, he straightened up, shuddering, looking down at her.
“My turn, I think,” Ganondorf said, grinning. Link’s arms wrapped protectively around Zelda, but she reached up to kiss his cheek, pushing him up and off of her. She moaned softly as he pulled out of her, and sat up, looking a bit dizzy. Ganondorf reached for her, his hand curling around her waist, pulling her across the bed as he rolled to his back. He picked her bodily up, setting her down kneeling over his hips. She gasped softly as his length pressed against her slick folds, and Link scrambled towards them. Zelda reached back towards him and he clasped her hand, kneeling beside her.
Ganondorf lifted her hips again, sliding her up his length and pressing her body down onto himself. “Oh, well done, Link,” he groaned, feeling himself slide into her far more easily than he ever had, their combined fluids providing ample lubrication for his outsized shaft. Zelda whimpered as he pushed relentlessly inside of her, but her voice never went to the high, shrill sound of intense pain.
She’d still rather have Link inside her, but Zelda had to admit this wasn’t nearly as awful as the last several times. He was still almost impossibly big, stretching her body to the limit, but there was no tearing this time. Forcing herself to breathe, she squeezed Link’s hand reassuringly as Ganondorf lifted her and lowered her again onto his shaft.
For Link, the situation had moved from dreamlike straight through to surreal. He was glad that Zelda wasn’t hurting… but was also bizarrely jealous about it. Giving her pleasure was his job, and while she didn’t really seem to be enjoying herself at the moment, she wasn’t hating it either. Spurred by some impulse that might have been pride or might just have been lust, he shifted forwards on the bed, sliding his hand up Zelda’s arm and down her back. He reached around to her front, his fingers lightly cupping her breast as his other hand rested on her thigh.
Zelda gasped as Link’s hands shifted on her body. She’d intended to just coast through until Ganondorf was done, as usual, but when Link’s fingers rubbed lightly over her nipple, a shock of pleasure ran through her. She bit back a soft moan, but both of them noticed anyways.
Ganondorf’s hands tightened on her hips slightly, shifting the angle he was driving up into her. Link glared down at him as Zelda gasped in response. The boy stretched up on his knees, tilting his head to kiss her neck, both hands cupping her breasts now. She cried out as Link’s fingers played over her clearly sensitive nipples, her head tilting to the side as his tongue ran up her neck to her ear.
He groaned as he thrust up into her, feeling her body clench around him as Link’s teeth delicately nipped at her ear. His hands dug into her hips, probably hard enough to bruise, but her moans were of pleasure rather than pain as Link kissed and nipped at her neck.
She couldn’t believe Link was reacting this way. Not that she was complaining, exactly, but she’d expected him to slink back into a corner as far away as he could get from Ganondorf. Instead, he’d just swung a leg over one of Ganondorf’s, pressing his body right up behind hers as he did everything he apparently could to make her succumb to raw pleasure. She could feel his half-hard length pressing into her hip, too drained to make a full appearance right now, but his hands were as deft and enthusiastic as ever. Zelda whimpered as Link’s fingers squeezed her nipple softly, his other hand drifting down her belly.
Link’s attention was mostly on Zelda, on the way her body twisted and shifted under his hands, her rich, heady scent permeating the air, her soft skin flushed under his hands, a darker pink where his mouth had been. She was making soft moaning sounds every time Ganondorf slammed her hips down onto his, her hands flexing and rubbing on her thighs, trying to hold onto something, slipping back to brush over Link’s legs, then back to her own.
The Gerudo increased his pace, his own breathing labored, warm from still wearing his clothing despite the vigorous activity. He was close, so close… he looked down at Zelda, her beautiful skin flushed, her hands now reaching up behind her head, fingers tangling in Link’s hair. The hero glanced up from her body, locking eyes with him.
His gaze narrowed as he saw the lust clouding Ganondorf’s heavy-lidded gaze, saw the tension in his neck and body. Suddenly determined that he wouldn’t get to finish without Zelda getting her pleasure first, Link dropped his hand down, his fingers lightly brushing over the sensitive nub just above her core. He expected it to take at least a little rubbing, but Zelda screamed with delight the moment he touched her, her body arching back against his, her fingers tightening in his hair to the painful point.
Below her, Ganondorf thrust up into her twisting, tight body, spilling his seed deep inside her with an almost animalistic groan of pleasure. This was better than forcing them, either of them. He hadn’t expected Link’s cooperation… and from the defiant yet unsettled look on his face, the boy hadn’t expected it either. A most pleasant surprise, and an excellent development.
Yes, things were progressing nicely.
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