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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda, or any of the characters or regions or names associated with it. I make no money from this fanfiction.

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“So, are you alright?” Link asked, following Zelda closely up the stairs. “He didn’t hurt you while I was gone, did he?”
“No,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder at him as they climbed to their room, a small orb of witchlight bobbing above her head to light the way. “He was actually fairly cordial, the amount of time we spent together. Most of it was in council with anyone and everyone who might be helpful in a war. He never had a chance to do anything, and another pair of Gerudo went to his bed last night. I think he’s got some kind of cultural responsibility to repopulate the race. I didn’t actually want to know enough to ask.”
“I wouldn’t either, just in case he took it as some kind of invitation,” Link agreed. He blinked in surprise as Zelda opened the door to their room. It actually looked like a room now, rather than a makeshift cell. There were more blankets on the bed, a small wardrobe, even a stack of firewood beside the mantle. The small table that had been beside the bed when he left was still there too, and a chair to go with it.
“Yes, since there’s no more Twilit to do his bidding, and the castle is mostly rebuilt, he had no excuse to keep our room quite so… spartan, lest the maids begin to gossip about how we’re living like prisoners.”
“Even though we are?” he asked with faint amusement as he set down the tray on the table. Zelda’s magic light settled beside it, giving them enough illumination to see clearly although the last of the sunset’s colours were fading from the sky outside.
Zelda smiled, picking up one of the pastries and taking a bite. “A gilded cage is still a cage,” she agreed.
“Zelda… what he said about the Twilit, about Midna being blood mages…”
“Was partially true,” Zelda said. “From the barest definition.”
He frowned, sitting down. “But I travelled with her for weeks. I saw her do some incredible feats of magic, and I never saw a single sacrifice.”
“You know she wore a piece of the Fused Shadow?” she asked, waiting for Link’s nod. “The Fused Shadow was created from blood magic, a great deal of it. That is what angered the Goddesses so much about it, and why they forbade the use of it. Other than the original creation, Hylians know very little, as it was sent away along with the mages who used it, the ones who became the Twilit.
“Midna told me some, while I was captive here and before she met you, which is why I trusted her enough to heal her later. When Twilit die, or any other sentient or magical creature near enough to it, their energy is drawn into the Fused Shadow. Any Twilit mage can draw on the lives captured within it to fuel their spells.”
She scrubbed her hands on her thighs slightly as she spoke. “It’s still… disturbing to contemplate. Definitely an unclean kind of magic… but not as inherently evil as creating the Fused Shadows was, or sacrificing living creatures would be.”
Link was surprised at how much better he felt about it. “So she hasn’t been killing people to use for magic,” he said, leaning back. “She’s not evil, then.”
“No… I don’t think she is,” Zelda said, coming over to the bed to sit beside him. She leaned up against him. “I’m sorry, Link… you’re such a decent person, and here we are, discussing aligning with shades of grey so disturbing that there’s no good answer.”
“Being on your side is my answer,” Link said firmly, wrapping an arm around her waist. Zelda looked up at him and smiled, shifting a little closer to him, her hand running lightly down his chest. He bent down to kiss the top of her head, then chuckled when she started undoing belts.
Of course, her motives weren’t entirely about the obvious. Zelda set the shield and belts on the floor beside the bed, then shifted so she was kneeling in front of him, nuzzling softly against his neck. “What else did Midna say?” she murmured softly.
Link didn’t quite sigh in disappointment. After all, any reason to have Zelda pressed up against him with her lips on his skin was a good one, but still. “You’re asking me this now?” he replied quietly, his hands moving lightly around her hips.
“If he’s going to scry us, at least this way he won’t see anything we don’t want him to see. Well. Comparatively speaking, anyways,” she added after a moment’s thought. “And I did miss you, Link.”
He bent his head down and licked lightly along her ear, making her shiver. “Well, Midna wants us to take Ganondorf out. She said if we can do that, she’d stop the invasion before it started.”
Her hands tightened on his shoulders slightly before sliding down his chest, moving to the bottom of his shirt. “You told her how much luck we’ve had with that so far, I assume?” she pointed out.
“Of course,” Link murmured, his hands moving up to her shoulders, fingers sliding her dress slowly down. “She thinks the three of us will have better luck out in the open, with her allies.”
Zelda’s hands ran up his back under the shirt, making him shiver slightly at the coolness of her fingers. “This is all rather vague… didn’t she have any more information than that? Or ask for some kind of guarantee?”
“Ah… well, it wasn’t really a normal kind of a meeting…” Link said, flushing guiltily at the memory. “She was… um… she was trying to… she was very naked at the time.”
Zelda drew back at that, more in surprise than anger, although the way Link cringed away, he was clearly worried. She chuckled slowly, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t be surprised by that, I suppose.” She shifted her shoulders, pulling her arms out of the sleeves of her top, letting it cling just to the tips of her breasts. “She’s smart enough to use any weapon at her disposal. And you do have a delightfully exploitable vulnerability to them.” She leaned forwards, letting the shirt slip down to her waist, Link’s eyes following it helplessly down until she was too close, her lips brushing his cheek. “That probably explains why you didn’t ask how many troops she has, or how she plans to hold them back, or how she guaranteed their help in the first place.”
“I… I never thought of that…” he replied, feeling ashamed of himself. He could feel his thoughts becoming more scattered now, too, and wished he had more control. “I didn’t mean to get so… distracted.”
Zelda chuckled softly, her lips brushing over his before whispering, “Oh, I have no doubt she knew exactly how to manipulate you to get you just distracted enough to not ask for details, but not so completely caught up that you’d forget everything she said.” Her hands were back under his shirt again, pushing it up this time instead of just teasing. “I’m not blaming you, Link… if that’s all you got out of her, that will be enough.”
As she pulled the shirt up over his head, he replied, his voice rather muffled, “I don’t think there was anything else I knew to ask.” As the tunics came free of his head, he was relieved to see she was smiling at him, instead of frowning into the distance as she thought.
“So, since worrying won’t help anything…” she pointed out. “Let’s just finish what we’ve started, hmm?” She set her finger on his lips, and slowly trailed it down his neck, chest, then belly, teasing the faint line of hair that ran down below his pants.
Well, that wasn’t an invitation he was about to turn down. Link wrapped his hands around her waist with eager relief. It wasn’t just about wanting her, although he did. It was about the relief that she wasn’t angry over Midna. “Well, she did say one more thing…” he said, drawing her against him, relishing in the feel of her breasts against his chest. “She suggested the three of us should be together afterwards.”
“I bet you enjoyed that idea,” Zelda teased, enjoying Link’s guilty flush. “But no point speculating on that until after we get rid of our current third bedfellow, hmm?”
“Don’t want to think about him,” Link murmured, one hand coming up to squeeze her breast softly, the other running down to explore around the waistband of her skirt, seeing how it would come off. “Just you.” It was a rare thing, to just have her to himself, just because they both wanted it rather than because it was the better alternative.
Zelda felt a flush of pleasure at his words, the simple, pure joy of a woman with a partner totally focused on her. She leaned forwards and kissed him, tasting the faint hint of sugar from the pastry he’d just eaten. Her tongue teased along his lips, her hands running over his bare belly and hips, fingers teasing just below the hem.
He let himself melt into her kiss, finally finding the clasp on her skirt. His fingers undid it with a minor amount of fumbling, and his hands eagerly slid down, following the soft, enticing curve of her backside. Zelda sighed happily, and squirmed out of her skirt, reaching back over her shoulder to drape it over the chair beside the table. She squealed and laughed as Link took the opportunity to lean forwards, his tongue and fingers tickling up her ribs. Reaching down, she seized his shoulders and fell to the side on the bed, pulling him on top of her.
Link grinned down at her, straddling her waist and leaning down to kiss her again, his fingers running lightly down her sides. She broke from the kiss, laughing again. “That tickles, Link, cut it out!” she protested lightly. Now that he’d started tickling her, everything he did tickled, and she squirmed helplessly under him, laughing as his hands teased over her body.
He was thoroughly enjoying himself, loved the sound of her laugh, the way her skin flushed pink. It was almost just enough to enjoy innocently, but the way her naked body looked, twisting and squirming under him, rubbing between his thighs, was just as erotic as anything else they’d done together. Finally, with her breathless and his length too hard to ignore any longer, he ran his hand lower, sliding between her legs.
She was deliciously wet under his fingers, and the way her gasps changed from laughing to a soft moan made his cock twitch with anticipation. He bent down to kiss her, slipping a finger inside her. Her hips pressed encouragingly up against his hand and she returned his kiss eagerly, her tongue sliding into his mouth, and now suddenly he was the breathless one.
Her hands were down on his hips again, resolutely pushing his pants down, one hand slipping around to his front to grasp his length as she freed it. Link groaned at the feel of her fingers, slightly cool and soft and very, very welcome on his achingly hard shaft. “Midna really did get you worked up, didn’t she?” Zelda whispered teasingly in his ear, stroking him lightly.
“I’d be lying if I denied it… but this is entirely over you,” Link murmured back, shifting so he was kneeling between her legs instead of over them. His hand moved from her core to her hip, fingers gentle as he pulled her towards him. Zelda wrapped her legs around him, helping pull herself forwards until the tip of his shaft pressed up against the inviting hot wetness of her. Her fingers held him straight as he slid forwards into her, then dropped away as he buried himself deep inside.
Link’s deeply satisfied groan was matched by a gasping moan from her, her hands now reaching up for him, pulling his body down against hers. She kissed him hard, her hands running down his back, nails scratching lightly against his skin as he began to move within her. He liked this position, he decided, liked the way her breasts felt against his chest, liked that he could kiss her, liked her hands on his back. He couldn’t thrust as hard or as deep like this, but the intimacy was definitely enjoyable.
Zelda’s hands moved up his back, tickling lightly along his spine, making him shudder. She buried her fingers in his hair, her thumbs running the length of his ears, brushing over the rings at the base. It scared her a bit, how much she liked having him close, how much she liked his body against hers, how much she was coming to love him so quickly, but her body had no such worries.
Slowly, Link pulled away from the kiss, dropping a soft, light kiss on her lips before pushing himself upright. Zelda cried out in delight at the change in angle, his shaft sliding deep into her, filling her with pleasure as her hands dropped back down to the bed. Her fingers fisted in the sheets as he drove into her, his thrusts not quite passing the line to desperate or rough, and his hands stayed tender as they ran over her body, tracing over the curves he was coming to know so well. His fingers teased lightly over her nipples, just right to make her whimper and squirm.
Gods, he loved the sounds she made. He was learning now, remembering which things made her really moan, what parts of her body made her writhe in delight. Of course, that got harder to focus on as he got closer to release himself, but Zelda just moaned louder as he drove harder into her, the increase in speed apparently making up for the lessening of technique. She reached forwards, her fingers digging into his thighs as she cried out, her body tightening and trembling as she came. It seemed to be both a moment more and an eternity later that Link’s body finally reached its peak and he groaned as he came inside of her, his back arching and head dropping back.
She pulled him gently down on top of her, and he lay half on her, half beside, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He would have willingly stayed there for hours, but he felt her soft touch on his cheek, and she said in an entirely pitiful voice, “Link… I never got dessert.” He pulled away to look at her pout with astonishment, grinning when she broke down and laughed. Rolling over, he picked up a pastry and proceeded to feed it to her, making her giggle by licking fallen crumbs from her skin.
Author’s Note: Link’s weakness to breasts is an idea borrowed from Waffleface’s delightful Midna/Link lemon, “Twilight’s Embrace” which everyone really ought to go read now. (Remove the spaces) www. fanfiction. net/s/9438518/1/ Twilight-s-Embrace.net
And to AnotherZeldaFan... While I'm not sure that would fit in this story, a good dominant Link does sound like a oneshot that needs writing.
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