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The Legend of Zelda

The Misadventures of Link

By Moranos of Valinor

Disclaimer. This story is based in whole or in part upon characters and scenarios created and owned wholly by Nintendo. I do not own these characters or scenarios, nor do I profit in any way from the dissemination of this fanfiction material.

This document contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting (mostly) individuals. Are you really reading this? If this bothers you, you probably shouldn't be viewing whatever website you found this at.

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Reviews and comments are welcome. This chapter, like all the others, has not been proof-read.

This one’s long… I went nuts on it. You’ve been warned…

Chapter Twenty
A Long Expected Orgy

“I have to leave,” Link said to Anju. “There’s work to be done.”

Anju bowed politely. “Of course, Mr. Hero,” she said, smirking. “Go and save the world. I’ll look after Saria while you’re gone.”

“Just don’t let her do anything rash when she finds out where I’ve gone. The Gerudo have an interesting reputation.”

Anju laughed, and placed a hand on Link’s cheek. She leaned in and kissed him softly. Link’s heart fluttered, amazed at the older woman’s complexity. She could be so lovely and sweet at times, despite her darker side. He kissed her back, with one hand behind her head, drawing her close and tight. It wasn’t love that he felt, but his affection for her was deeper than lust, and stronger than friendship.

When their lips parted, she smiled, and whispered softly. “Go, before I decide I shouldn’t let you…”

Soon, the door closed behind him, and he was gone, swallowed up by the morning mist.

Saria appeared in the doorway leading up from the basement dungeon. She yawned. “Where’s Link?” she asked.
Anju stroked her lips with a fingertip, almost ignoring Saria. Wistfully she felt the lingering sensation of Link’s touch. “He had to leave. On his quest.”

Saria’s eyes went wide, and she started for the door. Anju’s hand darted out to grab Saria by the wrist before the girl could push past. “No. He has to go alone.”

“But I can help him--”

“No!” Anju shouted, skillfully twisting Saria’s hand. The girl fell to her knees as Anju held on to her limb. “He has to go alone. And you must stay with me. I’m to look after you and keep you… safe… while he’s away.”

“But why can’t I--”

Anju gave Saria a playful slap across the cheek, interrupting her. “That’s, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or ‘Yes, Miss Anju.’ Do you understand?”

Saria smiled. “Yes, Miss Anju, I understand. You’re going to train me, yes?”

Anju nodded, releasing her grip. “Yes, little pet. We have to make you into the perfect lover for our playboy hero, don’t we?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good!” Anju declared. “But today, I’ll need an assistant. And… an audience.”

It was midmorning when Link found himself incarcerated. He’d barely set foot on the grounds of the fortress before he’d been captured, along with the carpenters he’d heard about as soon as he’d crossed the ravine. For reasons unknown to him, the Gerudo hadn’t confiscated any of his gear, and he quickly escaped, raided the fortress, and freed the captives.

It was midday when he stood face-to-face with Nabooru’s lieutenant. “Aveil is my name, and I am Nabooru’s second in command. We have much respect for one with your skills. I will grant you the token of the Gerudo, and make you an honorary member of our tribe. Now… kneel before me,” she said, in a commanding tone.

Link smirked and dropped to one knee and removed his hat, expecting to be ceremonially knighted, or something of the sort. But his eyes bugged out as the dark skinned woman undid her belt, and her billowing pants fell to the ground. Her hips swayed and her abs rippled as she stepped towards him, placing a hand on his head.

“Both knees,” she said, and laughed, drawing him close. Her snatch was hairless, and soon Link found his face being pressed against Aveil’s fragrant pussy.

“Yes, good boy, when you have serviced me, you will be one of us!” she said ecstatically.

Link resigned himself to the event, and began lapping at the woman’s pussy. He slithered his tongue through her delicate folds, teasing around her clitoris and diving into her wet canal.

He reached up with one hand to spread her pussy lips apart, and teased one finger into her vag.

“Yes, such a good boy,” she said, moaning loudly. “But you know, we Gerudo can get this sort of treatment all the time.”

“What do you mean?” Link asked, pausing, fingers still probing the woman’s pussy.

“There are no men among us, little Hero,” she said. “My people have quite an appetite, and we love to please one another. But you… you are a man. You can please me in ways the others cannot.”

“Yes, yes, I can,” he said, standing up. It was Aveil’s turn to drop to her knees, where she curiously undid Link’s trousers, and pulled out his already firm cock.

“Yes, little Hero… our should I say, big hero!” she said. She gazed in wonder at his cock, and stroked it gently with her strong fingers.

“You’ve never seen one before?” he asked.

Aveil shook her head. “The Prince never came for me. He was never interested. And I was always happy with the mouths of my fellow females… but you are too much to pass up.”

She opened her mouth and proceeded to lick Link’s massive cock from base to tip. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, experimenting with the new sensation of having Link’s rod between her lips.

Link purred in amusement as the inexperienced woman played with his cock. He took her head in his hands and guided her into a steady rhythm of in and out, but deeper each time. The girl gagged when his cock hit her uvula, and she pulled away.

“So.. fascinating…” she said, licking her lips. Her eyes were misty from gagging. She got down on all-fours and turned her ass to face Link. “Now, service me! Show me how it is done.”

Link placed one hand on the woman’s hip, and held his cock in the other. He stroked his rod across her pussy lips, gently rubbing across the opening of her cunt. She rocked back, eager to feel him inside her, but he pulled away.

“Ahh, what are you doing?” she snapped. “Inside, I want you inside!”

“Be careful what you wish for, Miss,” he said, his voice a primal growl. He guided the tip of his cock into Aveil’s pussy, and with both hands clutching her slender waist, he began to thrust.

He didn’t start slowly or gently, but instead gave her deep grinding thrusts, pressing down against her insides. He felt her muscles contract and resist as his cock spread her flesh apart, sliding roughly into her fresh and intensely tight pussy.

“Oh gods,” Aveil moaned, leaning forward, as her chest and cheek pressed against the cold stones of the floor. She reached down with one hand, to touch herself and to feel with her fingertips as Link’s cock plunged in and out of her body. “It feels so good… so good... “

Link grew excited at the sensation of Aveil’s fingers examining his cock as he fucked her. His pace increased, and the smacking of his hips against her ass cheeks filled the room.

Soon the girl was shaking in excitement. Her body was responding quickly, instantly to his touch, and it drove Link wild. He fucked her harder, pulling her towards him by the waist with each thrust. Aveil moaned loudly, falling quickly into the blinding vortex of an orgasm different than any she’d experienced in her life.

“Ahh! Fuck me, Hero, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Yes!”

Link obliged, and his pace increased wildly as Aveil’s body went haywire with her climax, and she was reduced to a jiggly mess on the floor. With one final thrust she fell forward, but he was far from finished.

“Come here, woman,” he commanded her. She turned around, eyes wide in wonderment.

“No man…” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “No man ever speaks to a Gerudo this way!”

“Until now,” he said as he grabbed her by the hips and got her back onto her knees. He held her by the hips, and without needing to guide his cock with his hands, he placed himself against her virgin anus, and pressed forward firmly.

Aveil’s eyes shot wide open at the sensation. The pain was sudden, deep and sharp as his slippery wet cock pushed inside, and she shouted in pain. Link ground himself in and out of her ass, hissing with pleasure at each thrust.

“Please, Hero, it hurts!” she cried, reaching back with her hands to try to push him away. But she found her hands crushed in his iron grip as he continued to violate her ass. “Please, whatever you want, but please stop.”

“Anything?” Link growled, slowing his pace.

“Yes, anything you like!” she said with tears welling in her eyes. Link gave one final, painful thrust and then pulled away just as roughly. He got to his feet and stepped around in front of her, and hauled her to her knees again. With one hand holding her head by the hair he directed his cock into her mouth.

“I want you to swallow my cock until my cum shoots down your throat!” he said forcefully. He pulled his cock out of her mouth so she could respond. “Understand?”

“Yes, Hero,” she said, coughing. The smell and taste of her own ass on his cock was overpowering. “Whatever you want, I am yours.”

“Good,” he said. “Now, hands behind your back!”

She obeyed him, holding her hands behind her back as if she was bound, and she began to fuck him with her throat. Luckily for her, his excitement had already brought him very close to the edge, and soon he was ready to fire his load into her body. He grabbed her hair with both hands and thrust himself all the way down her throat. He let her reflexive gagging motions, her struggling, provide all the stimulation he needed, and soon he growled like a beast as he felt his cum racing through his cock and into her throat.

“Fuck, yes, yes that’s a good girl,” he shouted in ecstasy. She struggled against his grip, but she never moved her hands from behind her back. When he finally pulled away, she coughed and sent saliva and semen spraying from her mouth. The sticky mixture got all over Link’s feet.

“You’ll have to clean that up,” he said.

Aveil was on her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath. She’d nearly passed out from being unable to breathe with Link’s huge dick blocking her throat. “Yes… “

“Yes, ‘Master’,” he corrected her.

She looked up at him. Her mascara had run down her face with her tears, and the mixture of cum and throat mucus still dripped from her chin. “Yes, Master.”

She began to lick Link’s feet and ankles clean of the mess she’s sprayed upon them. When she was finished, she sat on her heels obediently.

Link sat down beside her and placed an arm around her shoulders. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Wonderful, my Master,” she replied, smiling at him with misty eyes. “You made me feel so different in so many ways. I know you can’t stay here, but I will be happy to call you Master whenever you visit if you fuck me like that again.”

“I’ll have to take you up on that,” Link said, and he kissed her tenderly. “But for now, I have business at the temple.”

“Yes. Here,” she said, reaching into her bra. She produced a gold coin, emblazoned with the symbol of the Gerudo. “You are an honorary Gerudo man now,” she said. “I’m sure Nabooru will… enjoy your visit immensely.”

Link laughed. “I hope so. If she’s as versatile as you, this will be fun.”

Saria stared in disbelief. She was in Anju’s living room, and three large sofas were arrayed in front of her. Her wrists were bound, and suspended from the rafters by a rope. She was completely naked, except for a leather collar with a d-ring, two nipple clamps with a chain between them, and knee-high high-heeled leather boots. The rope was slightly too short, and she had to flex her calves and stand slightly tiptoe in order not to reach the floor. The predicament made her breath come deeply and quickly.

On one of the couches, Malon and Zelda sat, hand in hand. Zelda wore white. White everything. White bustier, white garter straps, a white thong, white stockings, white shoes, and white satin gloves. A white leather collar was around her neck, with a white leash attached, and the end was in Malon’s hands.

Malon wore a black bustier, red satin gloves, red stockings, and black boots. Her red hair was loose and wild.

Impa sat stoically on the opposite couch, arms folded. Zelda kept glancing at her, and she eventually responded, somewhat flustered. “I know what you’re thinking, and I know what you’ve heard. But I’m just here to watch. Nothing more.”

“And so am I,” Anju said. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the middle sofa, flanked by pairs of soldiers from the old Capital, out of uniform in their civilian clothes. She set down the teacup and saucer she’d been holding. “But most importantly, we’re all here to have some fun!” she said, cheerily. She turned to the soldier on her right and quickly gave his ear a playful lick and nibble. The man laughed awkwardly, and he placed his hand on Anju’s thigh. She smiled at him and said, “Yes, you’ll get to have plenty of fun today.”

Anju stood up. She stepped over to Malon and took Zelda’s leash from her. She whispered in the Princess’ ear, “Don’t worry, my Lady. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but I thought that since you’re involved with Malon now, you should have a chance to watch something like this. I think you’ll enjoy it!”

Zelda nodded, blushing as she watched Malon step over to Saria’s squirming figure. “I’m… excited,” she said. “This is all so new to me, but Malon has been so wonderful.”

Anju smiled. “Yes, she’s a wonderful person, and an amazing lover. Did you know that she swore an oath to me, just this morning?”

“An oath?”

“Yes, of undying loyalty. Unending love. Eternal passion and commitment. All to you, your Highness.”

Zelda’s heart raced to hear those words, and she smiled. “And I swear the same, on my father’s grave.”

Anju embraced the Princess, and nodded her head towards Malon, who was strutting in a circle around Saria, stroking various parts of the forest sage’s body with an outstretched finger. She stood behind her and reached her arms around Saria’s body, embracing her. She nuzzled the green-head’s neck, and teased the kokiri’s skin with her tongue.

Saria’s skin broke into goosebumps as she felt Malon’s lips and tongue, and her breath. The satin covered arms embracing her began to move, and soon Malon’s hands were cupping her breasts, roughly pulling at the nipple clamps. Saria’s eyes fluttered closed in excitement as the clamps bit into her skin, in sharp contrast with the soft silkiness of Malon’s satin-covered fingertips. Malon kissed Saria’s ear, and the nape of her neck, and let one hand drift down Saria’s flat stomach, pressing inexorably down, until her fingers found Saria’s already wet slit.

“Mmm… yes… “ Saria mumbled as Malon began to probe, roughly, with her satin fingers.

Malon met the four soldiers’ gaze with her own, and spoke to them commandingly. “Boys, boys! Didn’t Anju say we were all here to have fun? So have some fun! You know… whip them out…”

The four of them, as one, looked towards Anju. Anju shook her head. “It’s Malon’s show,” she said. “If she wants her audience to have fun, then they should have fun.” She handed Zelda her own leash, and went back to sit between the soldiers as the two nearest her undid their trousers. Soon Anju was sitting back on the couch, absentmindedly stroking one cock with each hand as she watched Malon work on Saria. Soon, Impa shrugged and joined the five of them on the large middle sofa, and began sucking one soldier’s cock.

Malon grinned, and nibbled Saria’s ear roughly. “I think it’s time we explored your tolerance for pain. After all, my old Mistress tells me that you have more than a tolerance… more like an appetite!” she said, smacking the girl’s ass firmly.

“Mmm!” Saria mumbled. “Yes… I… I do. Mistress.”

Malon stepped away from the kokiri girl. “Yes, that’s a good girl,” she said, leaning over the coffee table in front of Anju and her partners. “Now, which of these shall I start with?”

The table was covered with an array of implements, ranging from simple things like feathers, riding crops, and paddles, to diabolical things like shackles, a club, various gags, and a strap-on harness with a frightening array of attachments.

“Mmm… How about the blindfold first?” Anju suggested. The man on her right had undone her blouse and was stroking her right breast through her silken bra, and the man on her left was stroking her inner thigh under her skirt, exposing the tops of her nude stockings and black garter straps. Anju continued to blow the third soldier.

The fourth soldier sat, with his erect cock out, looking uncomfortable. On the other sofa to his right, Zelda sat quietly, blushing as she watched the scene before her. As Malon tied the blindfold over Saria’s eyes, she observed the imbalance of the situation.

“Slave,” Malon said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yes, Mistress,” Zelda said, sitting up straight.

“That man, who has served his country for his whole life, is as hard as a rock,” Malon said with a wicked smile. “I think you should reward that fealty and honor, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress, I agree,” Zelda replied with a slight bow. “How shall I reward him?”

Malon gave Saria a pat on the butt and moved over to Zelda. She took the Princess by the hands, and pulled her to her feet. She embraced her tightly, and kissed her deeply.

Zelda’s heart fluttered again as she swooned at Malon’s loving embrace.

“However you like,” Malon whispered, her lips inches from Zelda’s mouth.

Zelda nodded. “I hope you’ll be proud of me, Master,” she said. She turned around. She straddled the soldier’s legs, and sat back, allowing his cock to plunge into her pussy as she lowered herself onto him.

Malon gaped in surprise. “Unbelieveable,” she said, watching as the soldier’s eyes bugged out. His expression was horror, excitement, lust, reverence, and confusion all at once, but soon his hands were on Zelda’s hips to steady her. Malon stepped in to kiss the Princess on the lips as the blonde began to grind her hips. “Good slave!” she said, before turning back to Saria.

Saria could feel her juices dripping and running down between her legs. Unable to see, she was intoxicated by the sounds of the depraved acts happening among her audience. She could smell the pussy, and hear the moans from all six people sitting before her, pleasuring one another as they watched what Malon was about to do to her.

The first blow came with little warning, hard across the small of her back. The riding crop made a swishing sound before it made contact, and Saria cried out in surprise, and pain. “Ouch! Oh…”

Malon swung the crop again, this time smacking the end of it on Saria’s ass.

“Ahh! Yes… “ she gasped. “You’re making my pussy so wet.”

“Good girl, Saria,” Malon said, increasing the speed of her whipping. She varied her locations, and soon all of the girl’s back, buttocks, and the back of her thighs was covered in light reddish welts. Saria kept yelping with each blow, and her voice and breathing grew ragged.

“Please, Mistress. My pussy is so wet…” she said.

Malon set down the riding crop and picked up a large heavy paddle. “So? What of it?”

Saria squirmed, rubbing her moist thighs together. “Please… it feels so good, but I want…”

“You want me to let you cum,” Malon said, flatly.

“Yes,” Saria said. “I’m so wet… won’t you touch my pussy, please Mistress?”

Malon looked at Anju. The woman’s outer clothes had worked their way off, and one of her partners was licking her breast and the other was fingering her pussy as she ground her hips. Her breathing was deep and quick, and a sly smile was on her lips.

“I think she can cum without you touching her pussy,” Anju said in between breaths. Her partners were both watching intently.

Malon shrugged. She turned around, and ran the paddle down Saria’s side. The girl squirmed at the touch, and Malon dragged it firmly across the girl’s skin, letting her feel the weight and mass of it. She ran it up between Saria’s legs, sliding it in and out, front to back between her thighs, and Saria moaned.

“Pleeeeease, please touch me!” Saria begged. Malon obliged her in the worst way. She lifted the paddle up and slid it out from Saria’s legs while dragging it through the helpless girl’s crotch.

“AHHH!” Saria screamed in satisfaction at the rough treatment. “Please, I need more!” she begged.

“No, you don’t,” Malon barked at her. She pulled the paddle back and swung it at Saria’s ass with full force. The resounding smack was echoed only by Saria’s shriek of ecstatic pain, and the girl’s entire body clenched in response to the blow. She gasped for air, and Malon grabbed the chain attached to Saria’s nipple clamps. She yanked, hard, and the clips slid free of Saria’s tits, which jiggled and bounced in response, and the girl shrieked again.

Malon hit her again on the ass, mid-shriek. Saria’s voice cut out, and her body shook. Her lips mumbled wordlessly.

Malon leaned close. “What was that, my dear?” she said softly. “I can’t hear you.”

“... Please… more....”

“She wants more,” Malon said, addressing the orgy of an audience. She was surprised to see that Zelda was now bent over doggystyle, with her hands on the coffee table, as her partner fucked her slowly from behind. Zelda smiled smugly at Malon, who swelled with pride. Anju had climbed on to the man who’d been playing with her breasts, and mounted him, reverse-cowgirl. Her second partner was stroking his own cock, trying to decide what to do next. Impa now had her partner sitting on her lap as she stroked his cock. She’d bound his hands behind his back, and she stroked his cock lightly with her fingertips. It quivered with each touch, obviously being held at the very brink by Impa’s expert touch.

Malon grabbed a ball gag from the table. She turned back to Saria and, after undoing the blindfold, strapped the gag into the slave’s mouth. “Because I know you’ll beg, and we can’t have any more of that,” Malon said. She kissed her just below the navel, and then explored her skin with her tongue. She moved down, just above Saria’s slit, and the girl squirmed madly, mumbling desperately through the air holes in the gag.

But Malon was cruel. She struck Saria on the nipples with the paddle, as her tongue came deliciously close to the girl’s pussy. Again, Malon’s tongue teased Saria’s thighs, and the girl squirmed, bucked, struggled against her bonds. Her toned leg and abdominal muscles rippled as she fought in vain, and Malon struck her again on the ass.

Saria got lucky, and bucked just hard enough to get Malon’s tongue to brush across her labia. She moaned loudly in bliss for a moment, before Malon pulled away.

“Bad girl,” Malon said, in a disappointed tone. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, my love?” she said, looking at Zelda, who was now being pounded from behind.

“Ung… yes, Mistress. They get beaten. Badly beaten!” the Princess said, her voice rocked by the rough pounding she was getting.

“Yes, that’s right,” Malon said. “Oh… by the way,” she said, in a more matter-of-fact tone. “None of you boys had better cum, understand?” Saria gasped, grasping Malon’s meaning, but she kept quiet. Malon released the gag ball from Saria’s mouth. “Do you know why I’m removing this?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Saria said. “You want to hear me scream. I’ll scream my best for you.”

Malon hit Saria on the ass with the paddle simply as hard as she possibly could. Saria screamed, and Malon hit her again. And again. And again.

“Zelda,” Malon said, “Come here.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Zelda said, quickly disengaging from her partner. She stood at attention as Malon continued to beat Saria’s ass with the paddle. The girl’s skin was red, bruised, and lacerated.

“I want you to suck, bite, and pinch Saria’s nipples. Very hard.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Zelda said with a bow. She leaned down to place one of Saria’s lovely round breasts against her face, and began to suck the nipple, biting it roughly. She gripped both breasts firmly with her satin glove hands, pinching the other nipple, and brutally twisting it.

Saria was wailing incoherently, trying desperately to rub her legs together hard enough to make herself cum. But she couldn’t. It wasn’t enough. But she was so close, she could feel it. If only she could link the pain and the pleasure just slightly closer together, but she couldn’t.

Malon once again placed the paddle between Saria’s legs, from behind this time. Saria stretched herself, trying to grind herself down on to the paddle, but Malon kept it just out of reach.

“What are you willing to do for me if I let you cum?” Malon growled in Saria’s ear.

“Anything!” Saria screamed. “Just let me cum! Please, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t cum, I need to cum right now!”

Malon pulled the paddle away. “You gentlemen over there, this is your turn. Clear off the sofa.”

In seconds, the soldiers had disengaged themselves from Impa and Anju, who stood to the side. Zelda had not been commanded to stop, so she continued torturing Saria’s nipples until Malon put a hand on her shoulder. “That’s enough, love. Now we watch.”

Malon directed one man to lie on his back on the couch as she released Saria’s wrists. She guided the girl over to the prone soldier and forced her to mount him. Saria grew excited as the man’s cock plunged into her, but Malon smacked her across the face. “Not yet, Slave!” she said, and laughed.

“Now, you, come here!” Malon said to the second man. “I hope neither of you minds the feel of another cock rubbing against yours!” She guided him into position, and forced him to insert the tip of his cock into Saria’s pussy. Saria moaned loudly as the two cocks stretched her tight canal.

“Now, since you’re the tallest,” Malon said to the next man, “you can climb on top and straddle the whole thing with your cock in Saria’s ass.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” the man said, obeying without hesitation.

“And you… I think you know what to do,” Malon said to the fourth man, who nodded and moved over next to Saria’s face. She hungrily opened her mouth as he fed her his cock, and before Malon could say “go” the five of them were a writhing, grinding mass of flesh.

Saria felt fuller than she’d ever felt in her life. She felt like she was being torn in two, or four, but being drilled with pleasure in the afterglow of such delicious pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned wordlessly. The cock plunging into her mouth choked her, and she couldn’t breathe, despite the heaving of her chest. Tiny gasps of air came, but she grew lightheaded. The sensation swept her away. She didn’t know if seconds had passed, or minutes, or hours. Her eyes fluttered closed, and then open. The man fucking her in the ass was being incredibly rough, but the two cocks grinding in her pussy were stabbing her with white hot pleasure and pain. The man fucking her face pulled his cock out of her throat and shot his sticky load into her mouth. She gagged, and coughed, and the cum ran down her chin. She felt hot fluid erupting in her pussy, and then her ass, and then her pussy again, and she lost herself, sobbing, screaming, embracing the flesh around her in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure. Past the peak, she lost herself completely, and lost consciousness.
Zelda sat on the sofa with Malon, watching Saria pass out. She didn’t realize she’d been fingering herself. She looked at Malon with wide eyes, blushing again. “This is… amazing.”

“She’s very special,” Malon said, kissing Zelda on the cheek. “I think they’re a perfect match.”

“Yes… they could be really happy together,” Zelda said.

“But not as happy as me,” Malon said, holding the Princess tightly. “This was entertaining… but nothing ever turned me on so much as when I made you cum the other night.”

Zelda leaned in to Malon’s embrace. “We can still do things like this, though. If you want,” she said, timidly.

Malon pulled away and looked her in the eyes. “If it makes you happy… my good little slave!” she said, and she kissed Zelda on the lips, softly, tenderly.

Anju and Impa had left the room. They sat on a bench the second story balcony, passing a hand-rolled cigarette back and forth between them as they took long drags from it.

“It’s quite the mess we’ve made, don’t you think?” Impa said.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Anju replied. “I mean, we’ve both had a hand in corrupting these poor kids, but I think it’s turning out for the best.”

Impa shrugged. “I guess you’re right. Saria and Link seem… oddly perfect for one another. He’s a domineering, aggressive sadist. Saria is an insatiable submissive painslut. But it’s the other two I didn’t expect.”

Anju laughed. “Yes, well… it’s a surprise, but it’s a nice one. They’re very sweet, and their love is so easy, so relaxed, and so passionate.”

“Yes… and the Princess will need that, if our suspicions are correct.”

“What suspicions?”

“Saria has lost some of her power. Or, rather, some of her power was spent in the transformation. The sealing might fail, or the time travel could cause a divergence. Ultimately we won’t know until the moment when it’s all done.”

Anju stared skeptically at Impa. “Well, in any event, there’s not much we can do about it for now. We just have to support them.”

“Is that what we are? Supporting characters?” Impa joked.

“I guess so…”
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