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Link has Vanilla Consensual Sex with Malon	By : CharlesMorren Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 16558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I'm not making money off of this, I'm fairly certain I don't own the Legend of Zelda or its characters; I just like writing about fictional characters boning.

Chapter List
- 1-Link has Vanilla Consensual Sex with Malon
- 2-Link Continues to have Vanilla Consensual Sex with Malon after a Brief Delay
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- 2
The horse’s hooves thumped rhythmically as Link rode it down the road at a brisk canter. Under normal circumstances he would have taken the route at a more leisurely pace, but with Malon sitting behind him, her hands clasped around his waist and her chest pressed against his back, he didn’t exactly want to give her the opportunity to relax her grip.
“I figured after I’m done at the marketplace and you’re finished checking back in at the castle, we could eat some lunch in the main square,” she said, feeling the need to raise her voice above the wind despite having her face inches from his ear. Her suggestion wasn’t terribly surprising to him; she had made it fairly transparent that she planned to spend most of his time back in Castle town with him. Perhaps most significant, and slightly worrying, was that she had not brought a horse with which to return home.
“I even packed us some extra food in one of the bags, so we won’t have to pay for anything” Malon said, briefly freeing one of her hands to pat one of the saddlebags hanging from their seat. Now THAT was surprising; he had packed the bags himself and hadn’t let them out of his sight for more than ten seconds before leaving. Then again, ten seconds was more than ample time for Malon to work with if previous experience was anything to go by. Her preferred method of recapturing rogue cuccos was to sprint up behind them and dive headfirst towards them, totally silent. The dive probably wasn’t even necessary, she just liked doing it. Sneaking some food past him would have been trivial.
Still, he appreciated the effort. They had been courting, for lack of a better word, for the last two months now, ever since the day when he came angrily stomping through the door with his hat overflowing. For the most part this meant that their relationship had been exactly the same, except they sat closer together and had sex. But his responsibilities as a squire were beginning to wear on them; he hadn’t been able to spend much time with her for the past few weeks for one reason or another. Right now he was coming back from a three-day break from his duties, and she was just doing her best to stretch out her available time with him. The part about her not having a way to get back was worrying, but that bridge could be crossed in due time.
Link nodded to the guard standing by the main gate as he crossed the literal bridge and slowed his horse’s pace. Malon loosened her grasp around his waist, but didn’t let go. From the drawbridge it was a short ride to the guard’s stables, where Link kept his horse when it wasn’t grazing at the ranch, and where it would probably be staying for the next few days until he had another opportunity to visit. Malon dropped off the back of the horse, and helped him remove the horse’s gear. Sure enough, the saddlebags contained a basket crammed full of food to the point where Link wondered why it hadn’t slowed him down.
With the horse secured, they were headed back out of the stables when they found their path obstructed by a gigantic man with a beard so thick that it was simpler to assume he just had a tree growing out of his face. This was Sir Sahas, master by default to all the squires residing in Hyrule castle, and thereby Link’s superior.
Link hastily dropped to one knee, but Sahas just gave a short explosive laugh and said, “Get back up, you fool. I don’t want you touching the floor here; I’ve seen what they feed the horses.”
Link sheepishly got back to his feet, and tried his best to meet Sahas’s beaming gaze, a task made difficult by the fact that Sahas was a clean foot taller than the average person, and rendered nearly impossible by the task of trying to locate his eyes under all of that beard. Link didn’t have much of a chance this time, as Sahas just stepped past him, slapped him on the back and said, “Have a nice time, then? Back to the day-by-day, anyway. I’ll see you up in the barracks in about an hour; right now I’m going out for a ride.”
“I thought the squires had to make a formal check-in whenever they arrived on castle grounds, sir,” said Malon. Sahas turned back around, apparently noticing her for the first time. “Formal doesn’t really go a long way around here, miss. An hour doesn’t mean much.” He turned towards Link. “She come here with you?” Link nodded in the face of his titanic stare, and Sahas’s beard temporarily split to reveal a broad grin.
“Well I’ll be! You never mentioned anything about a lady friend. Guess you do have things on the mind besides bladed weapons. So this is where you always were headed whenever you had a day free?” he said.
“Usually,” Malon said, taking the initiative again. Sahas replied with another eruption of laughter.
“And silly me thinking he was out training. I’d say you’re a lucky lady, but it looks like things are swinging in his favor here too. Well, I’ll tell you what, I think I feel like riding out a bit longer today. What say you check back in at the barracks in three or four hours, and you show each other a nice time around town?” he said, nodding towards the exit.
‘Really? Well thanks for that, but are you sure- wah!” Malon said, as she was being dragged off by Link, who did not need to be told anything twice.

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About an hour later, they were sitting on a bench on the edge of the main square, with a few bottles of medicine for some ailment on the part of the cows that Link had wisely decided not to investigate. Malon had set the basket of food beside her, and Link sat with his arm around her shoulder, with a foodstuff prepared by her in his other hands. An organ grinder was working furiously at the other end of the square, and had actually attracted a small crowd, giving the two of them a small amount of privacy.
“He probably has a trained monkey or something. That’s the only way I think he could attract that much attention. That organ sounds like my dad trying to sing along with the roosters when he wakes up,” Malon said. Link didn’t exactly hear her; he was busy trying to work out what exactly he was eating. The astounding versatility with which Malon’s family worked dairy products had long ago ceased to surprise him, but he still had no idea what a “Khao omelette” was, or whether or not it should taste like candied cheese.
Shrugging, he took another bite and was midchew when Malon elbowed him in the side. “You’re not listening to me, are you?” she said, rolling her head onto his shoulder and looking up at him. Link continued to chew steadily. Indicating anything one way or the other was an obvious path towards danger. Stay the course.
“Oh come on, I don’t mind that much. That just means you like my cooking,” she said, picking her head back up and smiling. “If I was really concerned about you being inattentive, it wouldn’t be too hard for me to get you to focus more,” she said, moving her hand to his crotch and gripping slightly, causing Link to choke on his food and start such a loud coughing fit that some of the people on the other end of the square turned around to see what the commotion was. Malon waved them off with one hand while using the other to thump Link on the back. But, once Link was back to breathing normally and the attention was drawn back away from them, she moved her hand back into the space between his legs.
“But then again, I don’t suppose I’ve been ENTIRELY happy with the way you’ve been treating me lately. Maybe it would be a good idea to put some work into our relationship,” she said teasingly, lightly kneading his testicles between her fingers through the fabric of his pants. Her hand moved back up over his rapidly growing erection, moving under his belt and into the top of his pants, where one of her fingers could barely reach the base of his shaft. She gently moved it back and forth, curling her fingers around his pubic hair.
“You know, I think I forgot to tell that I didn’t just come here to buy medicine for the cows. I’ve been taking a potion for myself, too, a contraceptive. That means we won’t have to worry about anything unexpected happening. So where around here do you think we could find a chance to be alone?” she said, pointedly looking around at the crowd of people who were still relatively unaware of their existence.
Link’s mind worked faster than it had all day. Without saying a word, he rose to his feet, dragging Malon along with him before she thought to free her hand. He grabbed her arm, and led her across the town, barely giving her a chance to grab, navigating the streets towards his intended destination.
The guard house by the gate was, as usual, almost completely empty, staffed by the single mandatory guard whose duties outside of opening the gates seemed mainly to be composed of sitting around waiting for something to invade. He looked up from a book and gave a lazy wave as Link and Malon stepped inside.
“Mornin’, Link. I suppose this is the female companion I’ve been hearing about?” Before either of them could respond, the soldier followed up with, “Yeah, Sahas has been making the rounds telling everyone he knows. Of course, by the time the rumor filtered down to me she was supposed to be the richest woman in Hyrule with a bosom that- well, suffice it to say that the reality is a lot more down to earth. “
“Link was wondering if you might want him to cover the rest of your shift,” said Malon, who had caught onto the situation remarkably quickly.
“Really?” the guard said stupidly. He looked at Link. “You are Link, right? The real one? You want to sit in a box for a few hours?”
“We’re fine. Don’t you have something else you’d rather be doing?” Malon said.
“I dunno, maybe. Is the guy with the monkey in the square today?” the guard said.
“I think so.”
“Then I’m gone. The next guy on shift should stop by in an hour or so. If he asks, it’s your fault.” And with that, the guard grabbed his pack and stepped out of the door, shutting it behind him and leaving them alone.
Malon did not waste time. By the time the door was closing, she was kicking off her boots. Within ten seconds, her skirt was lying on the floor, draped across the forsaken lunch basket. Before a minute was up, she was wearing nothing but her yellow scarf, its thin tail nestling between her breasts as she arranged herself alluringly on top of one of the crates that served as a makeshift table.
“Well, I’m done,” she said, as Link looked down and realized he had barely got to the point of unbuckling his belt. He grinned sheepishly and reached up to pull off his hat. “Why don’t you leave it on? I still have my scarf,” she said, swinging her legs over the edge of the crate and leaning forward. He shrugged, and instead pulled his tunic over his head. After removing his pants and unbuttoning his shirt, he was about as naked as she was.
Link stepped over towards her, but she stopped him in midstride by placing her foot on his abdomen. “Don’t be so hasty, Link, I have to make sure that I’m dealing with the real thing.” She moved her foot down towards his stiff member, pinching the shaft in between her toes, while looking at him up and down.
“Well, you certainly LOOK like Link. You’ve got the hair, you’re the same height, muscles look like they’re all in the right places. The hat is a nice touch, very convincing.” She began to move her foot up and down his cock, and moved the other below it so that her toes were tickling his balls. “And this is definitely accurate, no reason to doubt you there. There’s only one way to be really sure, though.”
Without warning, she released his penis from the grip of her feet, and quickly stepped onto the floor in front of him. Before he could react, she kissed him swiftly on the lips, before leaning backwards with a satisfied expression.
“Yes, you’re definitely my Link, all right,” she said. She turned around and placed her hands on the crate, wiggling her ass enticingly behind her. Her hair hung down behind her, covering her back except for the points where her lean shoulder blades emerged. “The question is, how does the real Link handle a situation like this?”
Link, who once again did not need to be given any chance twice, stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He positioned the head of his penis in front of the now slick entrance to her vagina. He pressed inwards as slowly as he could, causing her to moan softly as he steadily penetrated her. After his head was firmly inside her warm pussy, he briefly stopped, just long enough for her to look back at his with curiosity before he bucked his hips forward, sheathing his cock inside her up the base. Malon gave a cry that was a mixture between pleasure and laughter, and turned her head back forward.
After resting for another brief second inside her, Link began pumping in and out as steadily as he could. He moved his hands up to her waist and caressed her abdomen, and began to quicken his pace. Malon was panting in time with his strokes now. She dropped forward, positioning herself on her elbows instead of her hands. As he sped up, she started rocking in time with him, moving her hips backward to meet his upwards stroke.
She moved her legs upwards, and wrapped them around him as best she could lying on her front, anchoring him in place and giving him an extra incentive to match her pace. Her warm thighs touching his, he felt strong enough to last for days. Eventually she dropped her arms entirely, her soft breasts the only thing propping her up as she rode Link’s firm strokes.
Link could tell from her cries steadily increasing in intensity that she was coming close to finishing, and he was rapidly coming close to being unable to control himself. He lifted her legs up under his arms, positioning himself at the most comfortable stroke angle he could manage. Within a minute, Malon gave off one final, extended scream, her vaginal wall tightening around him as a small amount of juices flowed out of her. This was all Link could take, and he let himself erupt inside her, his semen mixing with her own juices.
They remained like that for a while, breathing heavily in the afterglow, not saying a word. Eventually Link put Malon’s legs back down on the floor, and she got back to her feet unsteadily. Link slumped onto the floor and leaned against the wall, and she sat down in his lap, putting an arm around his shoulders, and tickling his chest with her scarf, making them both laugh. He kissed her.
“We can rest for just a little while. We’ve still got about forty-five minutes until the shift is over,” she said, with a dazed smile on her face. “Who knows, maybe we’ll be able to convince the next guard to give us his shift. You certainly seem persuasive to me.”
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