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The Two Sides of Tetra	By : TheEnviousEnvy Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 10845 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda nor its characters and I make no money from this story

Chapter List
- 1-The Two Sides of Tetra
- 2-Bonus Chapter: The Morning After
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A/N: That adorable Toon Zelda nendoroid made me want to revisit this concept. The story is told in the first person but from "Zelda's" perspective. Enjoy

Ah, what a lovely morning this is shaping up to be. I wake up with a loud yawn, and he sensation of the ship being rocked by the waves and footsteps of the crew running around up above tell me to get ready to start the new day.

I'm Zelda, the princess of the kingdom formerly known as Hyrule now sailing the seas in search of a new home. At they very least though, I've managed to find the love of my life. He's sleeping right here next to me, still snoring away. Link's never been much of a morning person, but he's so cute when he's asleep that it certainly doesn't bother me. His hair's as messy as ever, but I take my time to slip my fingers through it. Our blanket as also slipped down enough to reveal a bit of the muscular torso of his. I must admit I'm not wearing much at the moment either due to certain... activities from the night before, but I promised myself long ago that I wouldn't hide anything from him. It all feels so right until I look down and notice a certain tent forming in the sheets over his lower regions.

Oh yes, Link is one of the sweetest, most thoughtful people I've ever met, but make no mistake about it. He is a man and quite the one at that. On one hand it's kind of adorable to watch him continue to snooze away with his morning wood sticking in the air, but on the other hand it's that same manhood that took my virginity and I get a warm shiver just thinking about it. It's all just too enticing for me to resist and I can't help but reach out to grab it through the blanket. I'm careful not to disturb him, of course. Even covered up, his size is beyond impressive. It's all I can do just to get my fingers around it. I notice that it's particularly hard this morning as well. It really begs the question as to just what it is he's dreaming about. I know him well enough though to guess it's probably something tender and romantic. That's just the way he is. I guess it is pretty bizarre that a gentle and caring lover like him would have a penis as big and burly as this, but I've come to love him all the more for it. I can't imagine it's easy being so well-equipped. It must get pretty tight and uncomfortable in situations which is why I put so much effort into giving him some much deserved relief with my body. In fact, I'm getting the urge to pleasure him once again as we speak. I give it a light squeeze through the material, but it seems this was all that was needed to wake him up. He slowly opens his eyes and stretches his arms with a powerful yawn of his own. Still a bit groggy, he looks over at me with a smile. He always says his day never truly starts until he sees my face and wraps an arm around me to give me a kiss on the forehead. It's only at this time that he seems to notice where my hand is at which point I feel his erection jump for joy within my grasp. Despite his obvious excitement, he takes the gentleman's approach and apologizes for getting hard in his sleep, but I know he can't help it, and that only makes me want to satisfy him even more. I ask for his permission to go further to which he sighs and nods, but I can tell how much he really likes it.

I flip the blanket off of him and expose his penis to the open air and it's quite the sight to behold. Even now in the AM hours, it's standing as strong and proud as it did the night I gave my virginity to him. Noticing that I'm still not wearing anything either seems to cause it to grow even bigger which is quite flattering. Link's body just so honest like that. I get myself between his legs for an even more mouth watering angle. The view of his bloated testicles reminds me that this thing is eventually going to be giving me a baby like a good princess needs, but for now I just hope to provide some momentary comfort. I get my hand back on his shaft, but with no blanket covering it I'm exposed to its full heat which roasts my palm. The strong throbbing is a reminder of just how healthy he is though. He watches intently at every move I make to which I can't help but wave it around a bit. This gets both a laugh and a wince out of him. I hate to keep on teasing when I see how difficult this is for him so I jump right into his favorite form of foreplay with a blowjob.

Lifting myself up, I get right up to his shaft to get my tongue pressed against it, and by the Goddesses I love how he tastes so much. I know it's not a ladylike thing to say but it's just so moist and salty. As ashamed as I am to admit it, I almost lose control of myself as I lick it all over with such a manly smell attacking my nose. My reckless actions start driving him crazy as well. He's fidgeting in place and clearly fight the urge to start bucking his hips at me. Even with his manhood starting to leaking pre-cum all over, he's still the politest guy I know. This realization reminds me of what I'm supposed to be doing, and I finally stop my frantic licking so I can get my lips around the head.

His glans is incredibly succulent and swollen from all the blood being crammed into it. The globs of his essence that have already slipped out have already give his shaft an entirely new flavor to it. I get my tongue wrapped around it to better savor it before putting all the strength in my lungs to start sucking on it. My ancestors probably weren't complimented for their skill at giving fellatio and might have even been offended by the idea, but I've certainly gotten used to it as Link always gives out some sort pf praise when he's under my suction. It was easy getting my jaw accustomed to this kind of thickness, but these are the moments where the practice is most worth. I work my way low and lower while fight to contain the intense twitching between my cheeks. His dick has only gotten feistier over the months and years which I hope bodes well for a fruitful life together, but at the present I'm more concerned about the type of incredible load that I know has to be coming when it gets this worked up. With his climax so apparently close, I know that this is the moment where I have to apply the most pressure in order to make his orgasm as enjoyable as possible. I clamp down around his rod with as much force as I can muster and even get a hand on the base to help him along. Through all of this though, his eyes never seem to leave my face that's bobbing up and down his length. I have the distinct feeling that I know what's on his mind but only mere moments to decide whether to go through with it. My own carnal instincts kick in an the last second however, and, when I detect that his climax is truly imminent, I pull my mouth off of him completely and begin pumping him as hard as I can with both hands. All of this with his erection pointed squarely at my own face. My mouth even hangs open as I begin to miss his taste almost immediately. Seeing this seems to really set him off. His manhood nearly leaps out of my grip and launches its first blast of semen straight and true between my eyes.

I'm so used to trying to make his orgasms as clean as possible that I've almost forgotten what it's like having his cum hit my skin like this. It's so warm and slippery. Each spray of it that I splashes onto me leaves behind a faint tingling sensation. I become lightheaded from the musky scent that's coating my body with ropes strong enough to launch over my head and into my hair. Watching me becoming drenched in his fluids seems to have an effect on Link as well and he adjusts himself to get a shot onto my hanging tongue. It's thick yet creamy, and I play with the collected drops briefly before swallowing them. By the end of this deluge, I finding bits of his essence scattered all over my upper body. I feel so close to him being covered in his rich essence like this, but before my mind can even shift gears properly. I feel his arms wrapping around me and flipping me over. He's definitely ready to return the favor.

His face is inflamed with passion as he gets down by my legs and nestles between them just as I had done for him. I get my thighs spread out to give him the access to my body he craves. The feeling of bashfulness is soon overpowered by my own arousal when I notice just how wet I had gotten from pleasuring him just now. He draws in close to be opening and takes a deep breath before finally going in completely. His fingers poke and prod their way to my most sensitive areas as only his know how to, and I want to start squealing when he starts licking me as well. My face starts to heat up rapidly from this stimulation, but I see his expression starting to become flustered as well. It doesn't take long for him to stop what he's doing and climb up so that his face was hovering above mine. A long glance down his well structured torso takes me to the sight of his fully revitalized manhood. It could be my libido distorting my sight and memory, but I really think this thing gets bigger every time I see it. It's so imposing to be started down by a man hanging over you packing something of that length and girth, yet it's so firm that it still sticks straight out towards me. I suddenly realize that he's actually pausing to wait for me to give him the go ahead. I'm more than glad to give him what he wants, but after getting a look at that kind of size, I grab my own ankles to pull back and make sure he has the room he needs. He takes my invitation in stride and plunges right in.

It's so wonderful to have our loins reunited and my innards stretch themselves out greatly to be able to devour all of his meat. My body can do nothing to resist being plowed through by something this hard. Nothing compares to the feeling of being filled like this, and oh goodness I can feel every throb that goes through his member. It's too strong and so massive! I realize I'm shaking all over and there's not a thing I can do to fight it, yet somehow I truly feel like a woman when he's buried inside me like this. In the end my womanhood is more than accommodate his amazing appendage, and when it does, that's when he really gets moving. He starts out gently having noticed my very apparent trembling, but having him slowly rubbing against my walls only makes me crave for more. With all of my remaining mental energy I manage to squeak out a request for him to go faster and it's clear how much he's holding back when he finally grasps onto my legs to start pounding into meas deep as he can go. His strength really starts to show here and all I care is about getting him as deep as possible. All the way to my most sacred spots that his head is lovingly bumping against.

The best part about it is his expression. Despite growing such a bulky, veiny member, his face is still as cute and lovable as the day we met. He's doing his best to keep his eyes open through all of this heaving and panting just as I'm struggling to keep mine from rolling to the back of my head, but I'm just so happy that I can't help but squeeze down even harder on him. I can't imagine how I must look to him right now. I've still got his first batch of semen dripping off in spots. My legs are now stretched as far back as my flexibility will allow, and all the while quivering like a leaf. Whatever sort of expression I've got on my face I'm certain would not be appropriate for any sort of portrait, but I don't care. All that matters is what my body can be of use to him like this. That only I can handle all of the repressed feelings and desires surging through that incredible manhood. Without even thinking, I find myself shouting my own love and adoration for him. I manage to get my hands up to his face to pull him just close enough to get our lips together. Even while crashing his hips into mine, he's never to busy for a kiss from me. It's only momentary though, and he soon pulls back to focus on his thrusting but I can perfectly understand why. Just as his thrusting has pushed me to the brink of orgasm I can tell from just how much he's hardening inside me that he's about to blow too. He never wants to cum before I do at least once, but like this I urge him to keep going so we can both hit the climax together.

There it is, the fuse has been lit. He's swelling up down there with one more load to give. I can feel it through my very core. All I need his just a little more from him to reach my own limit as well. I let out one more plea for him to give me everything he's got mere moments later I absolutely get it. Oh, now he's really pulsing in there and not long after that is when the warmth starts surging out from him, and once it hits my center I different kind of warmth begins radiate through me. It's the warmth the comes from being, whole, from being his. It's the comfort of having someone so caring to surrender my body and soul to so completely. His essence makes its mark on my holiest of cervixes, and I become numb to all other sensations than that of his seed flowing into me and my own fluids pouring out of me, but it's so strong that it's sending a a feeling of rejuvenation through my body from head to toe. He certainly seems to be quite pleased with himself when he withdraws his satisfied masculinity from me to watch me recover from the feelings of joy he fired through my being. My legs come back down as I go limp in the afterglow of our joining. We don't say anything to each other, but his eyes tell me all I need to know about what's on his mind and I know he feels the exact same way as I do.

A knock on the door suddenly calls to us to remind us that it's time for breakfast. Indeed, it's still only the start of a new day for us. We help each other get out of bed to get dressed as the smell of fresh pancakes manages to seep into the room even as the smell of our own behavior still pervades. I feel as fresh as I have in weeks and I'm delighted to see how my energy I was able to inject into the usually sleepy Link. As fun as it was, it's nothing compared to the way he can be at night, but that's something best saved for later. For now, I've got a meal to eat, friends to greet, and my man to love, and that's what's made this strange life of mine truly worthwhile. Especially since I'm sure I'll be getting plenty of more steamy stories to share in the not too distant future.
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