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Diplomacy	By : Bishonen Category: Zelda > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 18176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Princess Zelda immediately regretted the action of sitting up. Not only did she ache in places that she hadn’t even been aware of previously, but her head was pounding as heavily as one of the drums from the night before.
Taking a moment to look and to think, she could not remember being brought to a room. As her senses returned, she found that she had not actually been moved at all. Rather, the room had been repurposed. The table was folded against one wall, and several pillows and blankets had been spread out on the floor. All the women from the night before lay sleeping, nestled very close together. Her head clearer now, Zelda tried to stand, but lost her balance.
Thankfully she did not land on the hard stone floor, but something rather softer. Less thankfully was what softer object she made her landing upon. Nabooru’s eyes cracked open, staring at Zelda with both her hands on her breasts.
“I am not sure how you wake each other in Hyrule, but here, a simple tap on the shoulder is customary,” Nabooru quipped, smirking.
Blushing, Zelda rose off her quickly, trying to stammer out an apology, but she was silenced with a light finger against her lips.
“Come with me, if you will, Princess. I would hate to disturb the others,” Nabooru said, standing easily. Offering her hand, she helped Zelda navigate over and around the still-sleeping figures of the other Gerudo.
Once they were away from the main hall, Nabooru began to speak. “It has been far too long since I have seen my people so happy. Princess, you speak of bettering our relations. Do you think you will be able to help ensure that such events are not so rare?” she asked plainly.
“I...cannot truly promise anything, but I will do everything that is within my power to make it so,” Zelda answered, any trace of a hangover clearing very quickly.
Nabooru smiled. “A very good answer. If you had promised something so grand without fail so easily, I doubt I would have believed you at all. It is much to ask for.”
The two women looked at each other for several long moments, neither speaking. In this time, Zelda analyzed Nabooru to the best of her ability, and surely the other woman was doing the same.
Nabooru, like all the Gerudo, had a hardened, fiercely predatory glint to her eyes, but at the same time, Zelda could recognize within that harsh, hawk-like gaze the same compassion that she saw in every glimpse in a mirror. And even though she must have had far more harshness in her life than many of her subjects, Nabooru’s skin was nearly as fine as Zelda’s own, though a much deep color. The lack of scars spoke volumes. To live such a life and bear virtually no marks would mean either incredible luck or skill, and Zelda doubted very much the former.
But it was not only Nabooru’s face that Zelda paid attention to. Her body was very fine, as well, but lithe and powerful, her muscles standing out more firmly than anyone, man or woman, Zelda had ever seen outside of some Gorons--some, not all. Even Zelda's fiercely skilled protector and mentor Impa, and the Hero of Time himself, did not have Nabooru's tone and musculature. Though in Hyrule women were expected to be dainty and slim, with a set of specific soft curves, the powerful figure before her seemed far more appealing to Zelda. Again the faint stirrings of lust began in the back of her mind, and again she pushed them aside.
Whatever thought Nabooru was having came to an end at the same time as Zelda’s own. “Since I was not here to greet you at the time of your arrival, allow to make up for it by personally guiding you today,” Nabooru said, her voice once more taking on a friendly tone.
“I would be both very grateful and quite honored to have you guide me,” Zelda said, giving a curtsey.
With that, Nabooru began the tour. The main hall and bathing rooms, Zelda had already seen, the second one not helping her repress any lewd ideas that still haunted her mind.
As they walked farther into the cave, Zelda could feel the air growing cooler by the moment.
“We tunnel deep into the stone because it is the only true relief from the heat,” Nabooru commented. "Unfortunately, we are only able to take advantage of this relief sporadically. To achieve our meager means to live, we must hunt, gather, build and repair, craft, scout, practice, and perform many other tasks which can only be done effectively out in the harsh sun. Still, on those happy occasions where one of our sisters finds herself with a little free time, these are welcome havens."
“Rather similar to the Goron, though it is for heat that they dig their tunnels,” Zelda said, remembering how sweltering the Goron’s home was from her visit, nearly as unbearable as the dessert. "Their home is built into a volcanic mountain, so for them, it is fire that they get closer to in their tunneling."
Nabooru laughed. “What a useful thing that must be. It seems even those who live in a volcano are better blessed than we."
"You envy their heat?" Zelda asked in great surprise. She could not imagine wanting more heat here in the desert.
Nabooru laughed again at the princess's expression. "You slept soundly last night surrounded by dozens of warm bodies and carefully covered in your slumber with a blanket, within our hall made from stone that had absorbed the sun's scorching fury all day, so you did not notice. At night, it is colder here than the peak of Death Mountain. The cold bites as harshly as the heated sand on the wind here, so yes, Princess, come the night, I do envy the Goron people if they can find the blessed comfort of heat in their tunnels. Here, we must depend on the heat released by our stone walls, and sleeping in large groups to keep each other warm.”
Suddenly something in Zelda’s mind clicked. The stories of orgies might merely be a misunderstanding, born of witnessing the Gerudo sleeping in great groups for the comfort of heat. It seemed sensible, and so far Zelda's experiences with the Gerudo did nothing to substantiate practically anything she'd heard about these people. Aside from the oil bath and a few whispers, no one had made any sort of advance on her, and even the oil bath had been strangely cold, professional, not about passion at all. In one way, Zelda felt some small amount of relief at this realization...but at the same time, there was some disappointment.
The tour continued for some time, with Nabooru showing Zelda many of the mundane things, such as the kitchen where the feast from the last night had been prepared, and a few more exotic things such as the blacksmith’s workshop where they made their fine weapons and such. The smith was already hard at work, a stout woman that at first glance could have been easily mistaken for a man. Zelda had a brief but polite conversation with her before moving on.
After a short while longer, Nabooru stopped. “Though I still have some lingering doubts, I think I can trust you well enough,” she said, her voice gentle but deadly serious. “In my time, I have gotten rather good at reading threats, and I don’t think you are one. So I will let you see something no outsider has seen before. Even the hero Link did not see this during his visits here.”
The serious tone spoke of something truly remarkable, of arcane and dark secrets, and Zelda could not help but become excited by the prospect. A secret of culture, unknown to any Hylian before now, and she would be the one to witness it! She could nearly hear her heart beating in her ears as Nabooru lead her through an especially complicated series of corridors. What was she being led to? What deeply cloistered secret of this fascinating race was being unfurled before her?
Finally they emerged into a cave, though it was unlike any cave Zelda had seen before. There were nooks dotting the walls, each with a curtain hanging over it, and several huts scattered around on the floor. Milling about here and there, going about both tasks and play, were many children of all ages, and a few elderly.
“This is our true city," Nabooru stated quietly. "Many people assume we all live in the fortress on the surface, and the place that I showed you. But this is our true home, where we are born and raised, where we love our mothers and nurture our daughters, and where we come to stay in our final years if we are lucky enough to make it to old age, as dignified and respected guides for the younger. It, and a dozen interconnected caves like it.” She gestured out over it.
Zelda stood stunned, watching a pair of young girls chasing each other around a few feet away, as Nabooru offered a respectful, almost revering, bow and greeting to a woman who had to be at least fifty decades Zelda’s senior. There had always been stories and theories about the Gerudo children and elderly, of course. None had ever been seen by Zelda's people, nor, for that matter, by the Zora, Kokiri, or Gorons, and if the Sheikah had any knowledge of them, Impa was not aware of it. Most theories claimed that the old and infirm were abandoned to the wilds once their strength and usefulness were done...some of these rumors held that it was because the Gerudo could not afford to spare their limited resources on those who could not contribute, and more simply thought that this supposed abandonment was just evidence of the vicious and uncaring nature of a supposedly savage and heartless race.
But those theories, those vicious, ignorantly cruel rumors, were lies. The Gerudo did not abandon their old and helpless. They cherished them.
Likewise it was commonly believed that the children were raised in some secret fort, taught to kill and steal from birth. But were it not for their skin and clothing, and those distinctive, angular features, Zelda would hardly be able to tell these children apart from the ones cheerfully running about the streets of Hyrule.
Her heart swelled with great pride. This was an amazing secret of culture to be privy to, and she knew that it was an incredible level of trust that Nabooru placed upon her in showing her this. Nabooru had showed her the secret of the Gerudo, that they were actually gentle and caring people, had showed Zelda the revered elderly and precious children, clearly their greatest treasure, and weakness.
Her words with the old woman over, Nabooru swept her arm down in an arc as the little ones ran past, scooping the chaser, a girl of perhaps ten or eleven years, into her arms. The girl shrieked in delight as Nabooru tossed her into the air and caught her with ease, then kissed her many times on the forehead. "Metis, you sneaky little burrow-rat, what are you doing playing with Shazera right now? Your lessons aren't over for half an hour yet!"
The girl giggled and squirmed, trying to answer as Nabooru tickled her mercilessly. "Hee hee, stop it, stop it! M, Matriarch Nyenn let me go early because I, hee hee hee!, I finished my weaving first, and it was the best, too!"
"I thought as much!" Nabooru told her as she released the girl with a final hair-tousle. "So it was the best, was it? Matriarch Nyenn said so herself, did she?"
"Well, no," Metis admitted, "but I just know it was. Will you come to see it? You'll be proud!"
"I'm sure I will be. Perhaps I'll have time to see it later," Nabooru told her. "Now run along, you two."
Zelda and Nabooru watched the two girls scamper off. Zelda could not stop herself from asking, "Is Metis your daughter, Nabooru?"
"Of course," Nabooru answered absentmindedly, before correcting herself, "No, no, wait. I forget your people's ways. Metis is not my birth daughter, no. I know because I have never given birth. For my people, we consider each and every child as much our own as though we were the one to give birth to her, and as a child we see every adult as our mother, every peer as our sister."
"So how do your people behave around their true, blood-related family? Is there any difference?" Zelda asked, fascinated.
Nabooru smiled. "There's no difference in behavior because we never know. A few days after birth, we are taken from our birth mothers to be raised by our community. A girl never knows which of the many mothers she has gave birth to her, a woman never knows which of the many daughters here is the one that sprung from her. Because we do not know, we cannot help but have to love everyone as family, for they might be. Such bonds are sometimes all that keeps us together and strong through difficult times."
"You're never allowed to know?" Zelda asked, incredulous. It seemed impossible to her not to know one's lineage...and yet, so much of her disbelief came from the fact that her own heritage had shaped her own life mightily. Perhaps it was her failing that she lacked perspective on this.
Nabooru shrugged and told her, "The records are kept locked away. Once a Gerudo is twenty-five years old, she is allowed to access the record of her birth and discover who her birth mother is. What she does with that information is then her own business; she is allowed to tell her birth mother of their connection. Some do, most do not, and since not many of us ever bother to find out to begin with, it's quite normal to go our whole lives without knowing, or caring, which of our many mothers we happened to spring from. But that is the only time we are allowed any such knowledge. It is not important; we are all family."
"Not to say," Nabooru added with a grin, "that we all love one another equally. Everyone has their favorite mothers, or daughters, or sisters. We also often have one woman above all others that we love, as your people would love a spouse. There have even been times when one of us has, at the age of twenty-five, accessed her birth record and found out that her lover also happens to be her own mother. Even that does not mean anything to us, though--we are raised to think of all adult women as our mothers, so if we take on one as a special lover, we already feel we are involved with our mother. And of course, twins, like the ones who bathed you, tend to love one another more than their other sisters--we consider them to be a special blessing of the goddesses, so they alone are allowed to know for their whole lives that they are birth sisters.
"Metis is one of many daughters that greatly favor me, and I'm afraid I cannot help but feel particularly fond of her, as you probably surmised. She is smart, skilled, precocious, and quick. She will be a magnificent warrior." Nabooru gave a pleased exhalation. "Of all my daughters, I most look forward to the day I command her. Although I enjoy it every time one of my daughters reaches the age at which they are ready to serve. It is a wonderful feeling to go from parent to peer, to see the young you've helped raise come into her own."
"At any rate, we have lingered here far too long," Nabooru decided imperiously. "Let us continue on our way."
Nabooru led Zelda deep into the caves, introducing her to a few select elders. Though they did not speak the same tongue, Zelda felt the same kinship with them as she did with all authority figures. She made a mental note to learn the Gerudo tongue as soon as possible; the next time she was here, she wanted to be able to benefit from these matriarchs' wisdom. Who knew what new perspectives on leadership they could offer her?
As they wandered farther, Zelda couldn’t help but wonder just why there had always been such tension and even animosity between her people and the Gerudo. While the cultures were clearly different in many ways, some more jarring than others, they were hardly anything that couldn’t be overcome.
Lost in thought, Zelda barely paid attention as Nabooru led her into a room filled with more cushions and sheets than she had seen even in her own bedchambers. Suddenly Nabooru said something that cut through Zelda's thoughts. “I’m sure that you have heard the stories of Gerudo orgies and such. I am curious as to your thoughts on the matter?” the Gerudo leader asked.
Zelda stood in silence for several moments, trying to decide how best to answer. For most of her life Zelda had known that she was attracted to women to some extent, there was no denying the effect that some of her handmaidens and the princess of the Zora people had on her, but such things were practically unheard of in Hyrule. That was not to say there was prejudice against it, but it was typically kept behind closed doors. It wasn’t until a few years ago that Zelda had even heard the word lesbian, and she was still rather confused about her interests.
“I place no stock in the flimsy rumors spread by people who have no experience with your culture. I can only trust knowledge of the Gerudo that you and your people themselves tell me. But...if...if they are true...I...I do not have a problem with it,” she said, feeling her face flush. She could feel heat building between her legs as she remembered the oil bath, as well as the small fantasies that had floated up into her mind from the previous day.
Nabooru sauntered up to Zelda, leaning in so closely that their breasts nearly met. “That’s good to know,” the Gerudo said, her fingertips gently brushing against the small of Zelda’s back, making her gasp. “Because as I have said before...here, we share everything.” Leaning in closer, she lightly kissed Zelda’s neck as her hand dipped lower, gently cupping Zelda’s rear.
The princess tensed as Nabooru’s lips slowly worked their way up her neck, along her jaw and finally across her lips. Was she supposed to resist? Was she supposed to retreat away, reject these touches, these kisses for her status as a princess, as a proper and well-mannered lady? Zelda didn't know. It didn't matter; she wouldn't have, anyway.
Nabooru pulled away. “I told you before that I’m quite good at reading people, and from the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve known that you were attracted to me, and many of my subjects," she whispered directly into Zelda’s ear, Nabooru’s hot breath sending shivers through her.
“I’ve heard plenty of stories about how prudish the people of Hyrule tend to be, but here we are very open. If you feel lust for someone, you just tell them,” Nabooru explained as she continued to massage Zelda’s butt with one hand, the other coming to rest on her hip.
“And I have been feeling quite a bit for you, Princess. The same can be said of nearly every woman who has seen you.” To punctuate her point, Nabooru ran her tongue along the length of Zelda’s ear. The sensation of it elicited a sharp moan from the Hylian princess.
“So if you really want to prove your honesty to me, Princess Zelda, I want you to, in your own words, tell me just what you want.”
Zelda took a deep breath. “I have had quite a few...lustful thoughts during my short time here.” As she spoke, she could feel her face becoming brighter with each word. “More so than I have ever had in my life.”
She gasped a bit as Nabooru’s hand slipped into the waist of her pants to directly caress her backside. “And if you were offered the chance to indulge in these thoughts, would you act on them?" Nabooru asked, gently kissing Zelda’s neck with a tenderness that she had never felt before.
Struggling to form the word, Zelda finally whispered a very weak and needy, “Yes.”
Instantly Zelda was thrown to the floor, landing softly thanks to the abundance of pillows. Before she could fully recover from the sudden impact, Nabooru was on top of her, the dark-skinned woman catching her pink lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues met and began to intertwine.
Though Zelda had little in the way of experience, she soon caught on and was able to match the skillful dance of Nabooru’s own tongue. Without breaking away, Nabooru brought both hands to Zelda’s shoulders, gently running her hands down them and along her back. In one quick motion, she pulled off the bit of fabric that hid the milky mounds of her bosom. Pulling back for a moment, Nabooru simply admired them.
“Even the greatest treasures can’t compare to this loveliness,” she murmured, before latching onto one of the rosy pink nipples, gently sucking. Zelda cried out sharply at the new sensation, her hands digging into Nabooru’s hair. For a fleeting moment an odd thought floated through her lust-addled mind: (If it feels this wonderful, how could any mother stand to feed a child? And how could she stand to stop?)
But that thought was soon banished as a new pleasure hit her. One of Nabooru’s hands had slipped into the front of her pants and was lightly stroking her outer petals, one finger just barely running along the slit itself, teasing her immensely.
Zelda tossed and writhed as best she could with Nabooru’s powerful figure on top of her, but it was not to get away. She wanted to pull the other woman in even closer. Just as she was nearing the edge, Nabooru stopped everything and pulled away.
Opening her eyes, Zelda saw the woman looking down at her with the same predatory eyes that she seemed to have when they first meet. “As I said before, Princess, we share everything. You should not enjoy yourself alone,” she said in a slightly mocking tone.
“Please forgive my rudeness,” Zelda said, trying to keep her voice as composed as she could. Sitting up, she took Nabooru’s hand, still wet with her own arousal, and tenderly licked each finger clean.
“It would be a shame to let precious liquid dry and go to waste, would it not?” she murmured as her own taste filled her mouth.
“Indeed it would,” Nabooru agreed.
As she swallowed the last drops Zelda kissed her way up Nabooru’s arm and across her chest, reaching back and pulling down her top. For a moment Zelda was surprised at the size. She had already known that Nabooru was bustier than herself, but seeing the bronzed orbs fully bared like this made her fully realize the size difference. But even more shocking was the small gold chain hanging between her breasts, a small ring in each nipple connecting them.
“I suppose you’ve never seen anything like this before?" Nabooru asked, chuckling lightly, the chain jingling as she did. Zelda could only shake her head. Earrings were a common enough sight in her lands, but this...she doubted even the most brazen of individuals in Hyrule would think of something like this.
And that was a shame. The way the gold complemented her skin tone seemed simply too erotic. For a moment Zelda wondered how much it would hurt to receive a similar adornment. Surely such an act would help her to connect with the Gerudo better...though even if it didn't, she still wanted one now.
But such matters could wait.
Pushing aside her thoughts on these unusual piercings, Princess Zelda cupped Nabooru’s breasts in both hands, squeezing them together. Though she had played with her own breasts on more than a few occasions, the feel of another woman’s was a completely different experience. She spent several moments simply marveling at their weight in her palms, and the way the chain moved with each touch. Finally she took one of the nipples between her lips. She sucked softly, the way that Nabooru had done to her, and was rewarded with a sharp hiss of pleasure.
Nabooru tossed her head back and stroked her fingers along Zelda’s spine as the blonde suckled hungrily at her tit. While still nursing, Zelda brought her hand up to the twin of the breast she was currently lavishing, and began to massage it. As her fingers brushed against the ring, she got an idea. Hooking a finger through the middle, she gave a small tug. Nabooru moaned loudly and arched her back. Emboldened by the reaction, Zelda repeated it, while using her teeth to gently do the same for the one in her mouth.
At this, Nabooru’s fingers raked across Zelda’s back, leaving faint red marks on her pale skin. But the princess only moaned at the slight pain, feeling a strange kind of pleasure at it.
Breathing heavily, Nabooru pushed Zelda away, making her land on her back once more. “I almost want to accuse you of lying about never having done this before,” Nabooru said as she stood, pulling off her pants. "Even most Gerudo are not born with such natural talents for love."
Zelda gasped as Nabooru's pants were removed, revealing a small barbell going through the hood of Nabooru’s clit, as well as two rings, like the ones through her nipples, on either side of her cunny lips. “But I must believe you, for those reactions are so innocent,” Nabooru smirked.
Before Zelda could retort, Nabooru lowered herself over Zelda so that her quim was inches away from Zelda’s face, the slightly musky scent erasing any further comments. As if driven by some instinct, Zelda lifted her head half an inch and began to lick passionately. Nabooru shuddered, moaning loudly, but continued with her actions, and in one quick motion stripped away the last article Zelda had been wearing, leaving her completely bare.
Leaning down, she spread Zelda’s cunny, admiring it. “I’m guessing you broke you hymen when you were rather young...horse riding, or some other similar activity, no doubt.” It was more of a statement than an inquiry, but Zelda still mumbled an answer, her words sending vibrations through Nabooru’s cunny. Letting out a slight moan, Nabooru began licking along Zelda’s quim.
Just like with the oil bath, the feeling of a warm tongue entering her was nearly more than Zelda could stand. But this time was even more intense, due to the heavy, womanly taste of Nabooru that was filling her own mouth. Every tiny moment she made with her own tongue got an intense response from Nabooru, which in turn made her moan, pleasuring Nabooru more, creating a loop of each act either preformed, intensifying it for both.
It wasn’t long until the pleasure grew to be too much for Nabooru, and she came with a guttural moan, grinding her hips against Zelda’s delicate features. The feeling, taste, and scent of it was more than Zelda could take, as well, and she came, her body rocking hard under Nabooru, who lapped away every drop, savoring the wonderful taste.
Slowly Nabooru lifted herself from atop Zelda, shifting position so that she was lying next to her. She gently stroked her cheek. “That was very impressive for your first time,” Nabooru commented with genuine praise. "I have shared moments with experienced women that were less pleasurable than this."
“Thank...you,” Zelda answered, unsure what the best response was to such a comment. A proper woman would be aghast at such perverse praise, and Zelda did not want to discard her identity of etiquette too completely, but it was hard not to feel great pride.
“I hope you are not too tired from that, though,” Nabooru said, sitting up. She placed her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle. Before Zelda could ask the meaning of the action, Nabooru spoke. “Remember, I said that here we share everything.”
It was then that Zelda saw the Aveil, Abha, and Vasanti, as well as many, many other Gerudo, entering the room. The closest any had to clothing were glinting jewelry, pierced into various intimate areas
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