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Tides	By : Bishonen Category: Zelda > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 10397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

“Princess, I know that you and Princess Ruto got along very well when you first met, but it has been seven years since, and much has changed, both for you and your kingdoms. Please exercise appropriate caution at the discussions...and out of them,” Impa said as she ran the brush through Zelda’s long, golden hair.

“Do not worry, Impa, I know very well how to handle myself, thanks to you. And I doubt there will be many problems. I'm sure the Zora are as tired of enmity as ours are,” Zelda said, smiling.

“I do not doubt you, Princess, only the circumstances you will be put into,” Impa sighed. Even though Zelda had grown to be a very confident and skilled young woman, Impa would always see her as the same innocent young girl that she had helped to raise.

Zelda looked at herself in the mirror. As could only be expected, she had changed much in seven years, and was now a full-fledged woman. Her hair now hung down just past her waist, her chest, though smaller than most, denoted beyond any doubt her womanhood, and her entire, now adult figure was lean and trim, with a hint of muscle showing. Ever since she had seen Ruto and been both impressed and intrigued by her visible strength, Zelda had wanted to become more active, to be strong, strong enough for others to see, herself. At first Impa had been hesitant, but after the incident with Ganondorf and the young boy who was Hero of Time had told them stories of the Zelda he knew, a strong, dangerous fighter whose skills were on par with any of the Sheikah, Impa had agreed to train the princess in the martial arts. Princess Zelda was still not nearly the combatant she had been in the timeline that the boy had seen, as desperation and necessity are powerful teachers, as well, but she was nonetheless very strong, very fast, and very skilled, easily the most dangerous warrior in the castle besides Impa herself. The training had been good for her, for beyond just the subtly visible muscle tone she possessed, she now had a natural bearing of strength and leadership born from the confidence her training gave her.

Zelda couldn’t help but wonder just how much Ruto had changed. She had seen adult Zoras, but it was hard to really transpose the alluring young beauty of her memories of her friend onto an adult's body.

There was a light knock at the door. “You may enter,” Impa called out, and a moment later the door opened. One of the guards stood in full regalia.

“The royal carriage is ready, and awaits you at your convenience, Princess,” he announced in a stern voice.

“Thank you for the message,” Zelda said, giving a small curtsey. The guard blushed faintly at the gesture. Though she was far above them in class stature, Zelda treated all of the staff with more kindness and respect than most people treated their own peers. With a salute, the guard took his leave.

“Well then, Impa, let us not keep them waiting,” Zelda said, heading toward the door, her caretaker following quickly behind.

A large group of knights surrounded the carriage. Zelda frowned. “This is completely unnecessary,” she muttered softly.

“I quite agree,” Impa said much more firmly, walking up to the captain. Zelda could not hear the conversation, but had a good idea of its content. The captain would be pointing out that the king told them to protect his daughter, and then Impa would be explaining that so many soldiers showing up to a peace meeting would be counterproductive, and it would go in such a way back and forth for several moments. But as strong and commanding as the captain was, he was no match for the nursemaid. And soon enough he relented, with a mere two knights being sent. In Impa's judgment, two trained soldiers to assist a master Sheikah was more than enough protection for even a helpless passenger, which Zelda was anything but.

The trip to the Zora’s Domain was short and uneventful, as Zelda and Impa had suspected it would be. The domain of Hyrule was safer now than it had even been seven years ago, for the Hero of Time had taken it on himself to be a traveling guardian of Hyrule in a sense, spending most of his time riding from one end of the kingdom to the other on his horse, exterminating the odd monster and assisting travelers as he went.

Eventually the carriage had gotten as far as it could into Zora's Domain, and the rest of the way would have to be made on foot. A delegation of Zoras were waiting for them to disembark. As Zelda stepped out of the carriage, she was greeted by the sight of a particularly lovely Zora woman with several soldiers kneeling beside her. The woman was tall and slender, with the same athletic sinew that nearly all Zora were known to have. As was usually the case, this Zora was naked, allowing Zelda a fully accessible view of the woman's chest (which was larger than Zelda's)--but then, "breasts" had no meaning to the Zoras, so there was no particular reason for her to cover them. But more than her chest, the Zora woman’s fins stood out to Zelda, and caught her attention. They were ethereal and lovely. They shimmered and swayed ever so slightly in the faint breeze, each movement creating a shimmering ripple of blues, greens, and various forms of aqua. Though Zelda was entranced by them, she forced her attention higher, to look the woman in the eyes, and it was then, as she beheld those same entrancing amethyst eyes fixed in features so strikingly familiar, that Zelda realized she that her dear friend Princess Ruto was the woman before her.

Zelda felt a faint blush spread across her face as she tried to think of a proper greeting, and found herself at a complete loss for words. For years she had imagined what she would say, what she would do, when she finally reunited with her friend, but now, all ideas, all those plans, felt silly, forced, strange, or childish. And at this second, a dark anxiety hit the blonde princess, as a possibility occurred to her that she had never given any thought before: What if Ruto did not care as much about seeing her? Seven years of enmity between their cultures could...could so easily have seeped their poison into the sleeping friendship they shared. Even if not for that, people could change so much in seven years...Impa herself had warned Zelda...

Panicking inside, and knowing she needed to do something, Zelda haltingly performed a respectful and painfully formal bow, saying, "G...Greetings, Princess Ruto. It is...good to see you again. I offer my thanks for having us."

Ruto's face was impossible to read as she bowed back and replied, "Yes, it's...it is good to see you again, too, Princess Zelda. We're honored to have you, of course."

There was a silence for just a moment, short enough that everyone else present didn't notice it, but long enough that it felt awkward, and even painful, to Zelda. Neither princess knew what to say or how to act, and it terrified Zelda now to wonder whether it was because things had changed between them, because maybe Ruto had put that day behind her, and expected Zelda to do the same. Then the silence was broken by Ruto clearing her throat lightly, and suggesting that they proceed straight to the meeting. Trying to make up for that moment, for how strange and awkward she feared she now appeared to Ruto, and for how childish and uncomfortable she now felt, Zelda jumped on the suggestion and agreed. Flanked by their guards and Impa, the princesses both walked in uncomfortable silence.

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The meeting was rather tedious for the most part. The core hostility between their peoples was being pointedly ignored right now, and the talks were focusing at first on simple matters of trade and territory borders, which, regardless of everything else, had changed little since the last time the Kings had dealt with them. It was more an initial testing of waters between the kingdoms, letting each princess get attuned to the other's position and mood. The deeper issues would be discussed the next day.

Zelda did her best to represent herself and her kingdom well, but she could not help but be distracted the entire time. Ruto's focus was entirely on the matter at hand, which just continued to distract Zelda as she questioned further and further how they stood now. It did not help that Princess Ruto was...well, there was no point in denying it, she was arrestingly attractive. Zelda often caught herself during the meeting allowing her eyes to linger a little too long and heavily upon Ruto's beautiful amethyst eyes, the lovely, shifting, ethereal glimmer of her fins, or her rounded, smooth breasts--knowing they had no sexual function did not seem to make them any less alluring to the human perspective. The meeting continued, and Zelda continued to struggle to focus.

Once the meeting was finished, Ruto left without saying a single word, or even looking back at Zelda. The Hylian princess felt a twinge of something deep inside. It wasn’t quite pain or sadness, though it contained both. It was more of an emptiness, like she had felt in the first few days after their last parting. Pushing aside that feeling, Zelda headed to her room. As bad as she felt, she knew that she would have to keep the feelings hidden until she returned home. After all, it would not look good for her kingdom if she showed any signs of depression during the first meeting in seven years.

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Zelda sat down on the edge of her bed. (I really should have expected this. Impa warned me many times, and she's right. After all, we were just children playing around...) she thought to herself, laying back on her bed. Looking up at the shimmering reflections on the ceiling, she couldn’t help but think back to the grotto they had been in...and suddenly she was overcome with a desire to see that secret room again, to be in that wonderful place of her childhood.

“I think this was the hall,” Zelda muttered to herself a few minutes later, looking around. Even though it had been several years since the last time she had been there, Zelda remembered the path pretty well. Before long, she found herself standing in front of a dead end, but it was exactly where she wanted to be. Reaching out, she traced her fingers along the wall the way that Ruto had all those years ago. For a few seconds, it seemed as though her effort was wasted, but soon enough, the wall began to shimmer and fade away. Zelda walked in, and there, in front of the pool, stood Princess Ruto.

“You came! Oh, I'm so glad!” Ruto said, smiling broadly, yet in a way that seemed almost so relieved as to be near tears. "I was really...I was so worried! You were so formal when you arrived, I thought maybe that...maybe after all this time you had forgotten, or, or you just didn't care for me any more. I’m not sure which would have been worse." Zelda walked toward her as she babbled. "I mean, it has been seven years, I know, but all this time, I’ve been wanting to see you. I wanted to see you again so badly for so long; I never stopped. It hurt me so much back then that you had to leave, I...I never even came back here. This is the first time I’ve visited this place in a long time; it just didn't feel right any more by myself...but, even though I was worried, I thought maybe, if you hadn't forgotten, if you still...still liked me, you might come here. And...well, you haven't forgotten then, but...do you still...care?”

Her speech ended as Zelda came to stand before her. Without a word, the Hylian princess moved forward, and wrapped her arms around the Zora woman in front of her. She was at a loss for words, and had to fight back a relieved tear. Ruto remembered her, and felt the same way, maybe even more so. She couldn't answer, she didn't trust her voice not to break, so she simply nodded, the motion felt rather than seen as her head rested against Ruto's. Ruto's arms wrapped around her back, and they stood still and silent, the simple contact between them enough to take the place of a hundred conversations.

Eventually Zelda trusted herself enough to whisper, "I'm sorry. When I saw you, I...I suddenly didn't know what to do, how to act. I'd wanted to see you again so much for seven years, and then suddenly, there you were...and suddenly I didn't know what to do, how you would be now...I just panicked, and overdid it with the formality."

"Apology accepted! I'm just glad that...that you haven't changed. It's been so long," Ruto said, drawing back.

Zelda nodded as they sat down, making themselves comfortable at the water's edge. "Yes, we were just children, really. Too young to even know what we were doing..."

Ruto grinned. "But not too young to do it anyway."

Zelda gave a happy laugh. "We certainly weren't! I remember when Impa felt I was old enough to be educated about physical intimacy. She was surprised at how easily I "learned" about it. Sometimes I like to imagine just what an uproar there would have been if I'd told her why. The scandal of it, Hyrule's crown princess having sex with a girl--a Zora girl!--before she'd even turned twelve!"

"Oh, yes, very fun for you to imagine," Ruto said, sticking her tongue out jokingly. "Things are different for us than for you land people. For me, there IS scandal, right now! I'm the biggest subject of gossip in the whole Domain! All thanks to you, I might add."

"What do you mean?" Zelda asked, confused. Surely Ruto had not told anyone...

"Like I said, things are different for us. Once a boy or girl becomes 16, it's expected that they'll go about with others around their age, courting and having sex with new partners frequently. We experiment so we can get a feel for what we want in a mate. It's a basic tradition, one that I'm told is very fun."

"But you..." Zelda started.

"...haven't done it, no," Ruto finished. "Everyone is most distressed about it! "How will she suitably mate, behaving in such a manner?" It's all anyone talks about."

Zelda was silent for a moment. There was a question within her, one that seemed to weigh her insides down with its importance, with its need to be answered yet also its fear at the answer. Finally, gathering her strength, she released this question, her heart pounding at its implication. "Ruto...the reason why you haven't...engaged in this tradition. Is...Is it...me?"

There was a moment of silence between them, silence as Ruto gazed deeply into Zelda's eyes, the deep blue of them filling her with the same feeling as when she had first entered the water, natural and perfect. Then she said, "I don't need to experiment. I know who I want to be my mate, Zelda. I...I loved you then, and I love you now."

There was a silence, as Ruto's words ran through Zelda, a wonderful wave of happiness that set her heart fluttering and singing in delight. Ruto leaned forward ever so slightly, her lips gently brushing against Zelda’s. The spark that they had felt so long ago returned, a hundred times stronger than before. They parted after only a few seconds, tears running down both of their faces. Though they had been trying to stay composed, it proved impossible, and both of them leaned in, kissing again as their tears ran together, mixing and falling away.

For a few moments the kiss was tender and chaste, but soon enough seven years of desire began to take hold. Zelda was the first to act, letting her tongue lightly brush against Ruto’s lips. The Zora princess was a little surprised, but recovered quickly enough. She parted them, letting Zelda’s tongue slip in. Zelda began to gently explore Ruto’s mouth with her tongue, rubbing against every spot she could find. The feeling of it sent chills through Ruto. This moment was everything each woman had ever wanted for years.

Ruto began to mimic Zelda’s actions, moving her tongue in time with Zelda’s, intertwining the organs. Both women moaned softly into the kiss. Zelda began to run her hands along Ruto’s back. Even through her silken gloves she could feel the warmth of her body, twitching ever so slightly at every bit of contact. Ruto as well began to run her hands along Zelda’s figure. Though she was slightly hampered by the clothing, she could still feel the firm muscles that rested beneath, and she was pleased and impressed with the strength of her dear land princess, just as Zelda had always hoped she would be.

Their kiss lingered for several minutes longer before the princesses parted, a thin string drool hanging between them. Zelda was transfixed by Ruto’s eyes, a beautiful amethyst that she found to be completely entrancing. Finally she came to her senses. “That was...” she began, but the words died in her throat. There really was no proper way to describe the feelings of it. Trying to would only take away from its power. Ruto merely nodded in silent agreement. Then she grinned, broadly but shyly.

“Do you want to take a swim?” There was a small trace of mischief playing across her lips, the final traces of tension that still existed finally melting away completely.

“I would love to," Zelda said. She slipped off her gloves, setting them aside, and then stood and turned her back to Ruto. “Could you unzip me please?” she asked, pulling her hair back.

"Could I...do what to you?" Ruto asked in confusion.

"My...dress zips up in the back," Zelda explained, calmly excited and nervous at the same time. "I'd...I'd like you to help me to...remove it."

"O-Oh. Right, of course..." Ruto responded, having no idea what she was talking about. She walked up and looked doubtfully at the dress's back. After a few moments of hesitation, she finally admitted, "Zelda, I don't know what you're talking about."

Zelda scrunched her face up in confusion for a moment, before suddenly laughing gaily. "Oh, of course! You don't know what a zipper is, do you? You don't wear clothing, so why would you? I'm sorry. Here, let me help you..."

She reached back, found Ruto's hand, and, as a thrill coursed through her at the contact, guided Ruto upwards, to the top of the zipper. She gently assisted Ruto's fingers as they drew the little metal piece downward, and suddenly this simple act of undressing had become an intimate cooperation for them both.

Zelda shrugged her shoulders, letting her dress slip away. She now stood in nothing more than her light pink underwear and long white stockings. Ruto looked Zelda over, taking in every change that had occurred since she had last seen the land princess. One of the many things that stood out were the small nubs poking through her bra. She blushed very faintly, remembering how naïve she had been when she had seen Zelda’s body the first time.

Zelda smiled as she saw where Ruto's eyes were, and removed her bra. “Would you like to touch them?” she asked, stepping forward, gesturing to her chest. Actually, Ruto didn't really care one way or another about touching them; her eyes had simply happened to stop there first. She'd have much rather ran her hands through Zelda's impossibly beautiful, luxurious hair. But she did remember how pleasing this part of Zelda's body had felt to the girl long ago, so she reached out and cupped one of the ivory mounds. Zelda let out a small coo at the sensation. Ruto gently traced the curve of Zelda’s breast, letting her fingertips brush against the underside, sending a small tickle through the blonde, who let out a small giggle.

“You like that, huh?” Ruto said, a grin appearing on her face she brought up her free hand and began to give the other breast the same treatment. As Ruto fondled her breasts almost playfully, Zelda could feel her body getting hotter and hotter. The pleasure was filling her entire mind, escalating when Ruto began to playfully pinch and tug at her nipples, and before very long it broke. A sharp cry tore free from Zelda’s lips as her legs went weak for a second, but she did not fall, as Ruto caught and supported her, Zelda’s breasts still pressed firmly against her palms.

“I guess your breasts are a lot more fun than mine,” Ruto said, half teasing.

"I...I never knew that could happen..." Zelda murmured in happy wonder. Neither her own private explorations nor the explanations of sex given by Impa had ever led her to believe that orgasm could be achieved from loving her breasts alone.

“Hm, I wonder what else I can make happen?” Ruto said, grinning again. She pressed herself firmly against Zelda, becoming excited from the bodily contact with the love of her life. Ruto began to gently slide her chest against Zelda’s, reaching one hand up to run through the long, silken hair, the other dropping to her waist and cupping her rear.

The feeling of Ruto’s smooth chest against her nipples was a new and wonderful feeling, quite different than her hands but every bit as good. As Ruto twined her fingers through her hair and murmured in delight at it, Zelda reached down and lightly brushed her fingers over one of Ruto’s fins. The Zora princess let out a small sound that was a mixture of pleasure and surprise; her fins were much more sensitive now than she remembered them being all those years before. They wrapped their arms around one another, caressing everywhere they could, marveling at the electric pulses that coursed through them every time they discovered a new spot on the other's body.

The feeling of Zelda’s nimble fingers tracing along her delicate fins was nearly more than Ruto could stand, and the wonderful feel of her hair, her soft, beautiful hair running between her fingers was only fueling the flames that were overtaking her senses. The sound of Zelda hitting her peak, though, was the final push. A ripple of ecstasy washed over Ruto, taking her breath away as her body shook and her insides quivered and seized up. She squealed breathlessly as Zelda, in her own orgasmic spasm, gripped her fins harder, and Ruto in turn buried her face into as much hair as she could seize.

The two stayed in each other's embrace for what felt like hours, but may have been mere seconds. When they finally parted, they took a moment to kiss again, before stepping apart a few feet. “I think...I need to sit for a moment,” Zelda said, slightly overwhelmed. Ruto likewise was more than a little dazed. Both women sat back down at the edge of the pool, Ruto dipping her feet into the water while Zelda kept her legs crossed.

Ruto smiled shyly at her friend and lover. "Thank you for...for this. I've wanted it for so long!"

"No need for thanks," Zelda said, shaking her head. "I've wanted it for as long...and anyway, you were hardly the only one to enjoy it!"

Ruto chuckled happily. She began to look Zelda’s body over again, giving it a more thorough appraisal now. Her belly was trim and smooth, except for the odd littlie dip in the middle that Ruto found to be rather cute. Once again, Ruto found herself marveling at the attractive, toned physique that her land princess now had, the beautiful blue waters of her deep eyes, that gorgeous, exotic golden hair...but something more caught her eye now. There was a small, dark stain in the middle of the pale purple panties that Zelda had yet to remove. This attention did not go unnoticed, as Zelda blushed under Ruto's gaze. “As I said...this has been enjoyable."

Zelda stood, and from the angle that she was sitting at, Ruto could fully admire the shape of Zelda’s long legs, covered by the white silk stockings that made them even more enticing in an exotic way. Zelda hooked her thumbs into the side of her panties, and slowly pulled them down, bending over a bit as she did.

Once they were removed, Zelda put her hands behind her back so that Ruto could fully view her body. “You’ve got more hair!?” Ruto shouted, staring at the neatly-trimmed blond hair around Zelda’s quim.

Zelda felt her face flush slightly again. “Yes...It’s something that happens to us as we grow older.”

Before she could say anything more, Ruto stretched out a hand and brushed her fingers against Zelda’s crotch. The hair felt a bit different from the hair on her head; it was a bit curly, and even softer. Zelda whimpered a bit as Ruto’s fingers danced across her quim, gently exploring her in a new way.

"You land dwellers are so strange,” Ruto murmured, leaning in close enough that Zelda could feel her breath stirring up her pubic hair. “But strange in such wonderful ways.”

Zelda reached down and took Ruto’s wrist, halting her for the moment. “As enjoyable as this is, I don't think I'll be able to stand for much longer,” she said softly. Ruto nodded and pulled back, giving Zelda a moment to sit back down. Instead of sitting immediately, though, Zelda walked over to the wall. She then sat and leaned against it, with her legs spread wide in a way that she knew would surely get her scolded for even if she were clothed.

"Please, Ruto, take me. Make love to me," she requested softly, saying the most wonderful words Ruto had ever heard.

Ruto put one hand on Zelda’s head, pulling her into a kiss. Her other hand went to Zelda’s womanhood, a couple of fingers slipping into her. Zelda moaned into the kiss as Ruto began to gently pump her fingers. At the same time, Zelda lifted up one of her legs and pressed it against Ruto’s crotch. The feeling of Zelda's silken stockings against her maidenhood made her jerk sharply, and moan.

Zelda writhed against Ruto’s hand, wanting more and more of the wonderful feeling that now filled her body. It was more than just the pleasure, though that was immense, it was a sense of fulfillment that had been missing from her life ever since the moment she had parted from the Zora princess those years ago. Every single sensation that Ruto's smooth, scaled flesh made within her was the greatest pleasure of both the body AND the mind. At the same time, Ruto was grinding her own hips against Zelda’s leg. The warmth and smoothness of her stocking was overtaking her senses, filling her with a heat that made the longing she had felt for so long seem as though it were nothing more than a half-remembered dream. Just being able to press herself against the one she loved was so emotionally exciting and satisfying that it was better than the wildest and most passionate of sex.

Ruto could feel Zelda’s inner walls squeezing down on her fingers tighter than before as she got closer to the edge. She sped up her rhythm a bit more, twisting her fingers. Ruto broke the kiss and locked eyes with Zelda; her deep blue eyes were hazy and distant with pleasure, and soon they closed tightly as Zelda let out a sharp moan, tilting her head back as her body shook hard. Her inner walls coiled so tightly against Ruto’s finger that it was nearly painful, but the Zora girl continued to work her fingers, drawing it out at as long as she could. Ruto was soon brought over the edge as well from Zelda’s twitching leg as it hit a particularly sensitive spot. She let out a shuddering whimper as her body began to spasm, joy rushing through her just like the liquid love oozing out of her.

The two spent several seconds lost completely in pleasure. In their minds, there was nothing but light, pleasure, and each other. Finally, as the hurricane of bliss died down, they managed to return to a kiss, which lasted only a second before Ruto fell forward, resting her head on Zelda’s shoulder. She sobbed her unimaginable happiness into Zelda's comfortable frame for a moment, before quieting. They simply stayed that way for several minutes, breathing heavily, reflecting on the wonder of what had happened. Eventually, Ruto nuzzled her cheek against the small of Zelda’s neck, inhaling deeply. The soft floral scent of her hair added to the still strong afterglow that she was basking in. Zelda let her hand slide down Ruto’s back, making her tremble lightly. Her fins brushed against Zelda, sending another ripple of pleasure through both of them. The slightest physical connection between them still held such power over them.

After several moments more of rest, Ruto sat up. “Zelda...” she murmured softly, leaning in just short of their lips touching.

“Ruto...” the Hylian princess whispered back, and tilted forward the rest of the way. The kiss was short, but every bit as wonderful as before.

When they parted, Ruto pulled back, sitting down. She couldn’t help but notice the large stain on Zelda’s stocking. “Sorry about that,” she said softly.

“It’s alright,” Zelda said. “You certainly do...produce a lot of...of that. There must have had three times as much as me. Do all Zora have so much, or is it just you?"

Ruto shrugged, blushing in embarrassment. "I don't know. I've never been with anyone else; I have nothing to go by. I...I hope it doesn't...I hope you don't find it..."

Zelda cut her off with a quick kiss, and smiled. "I find it most attractive, I assure you. Enticing, really." She looked back down at her soaked leg garment. "At any rate, don't worry about this. It's my fault; I meant to take these off before.” She gently tugged it off, with its twin following shortly after.

The sight of Zelda's long, slender legs and delicate feet set of a spark in Ruto that she had never felt before, even in her fantasies about the other princess. This was not the wonderful desires of love; this spark was closer to pure eroticism. Crawling forward slightly she took hold of Zelda’s foot. The blonde woman gasped slightly. Ruto looked up at her in alarm and let go.

"I'm sorry, does that hurt?" she asked in concern.

Zelda shook her head, though she seemed confused. "Er, no, not at all. Quite the opposite...it was very, very pleasant. I'm just very surprised...I've never felt that sensation before, not from my foot. But having you touch it was...more than pleasant, it was pleasurable."

Ruto chuckled as a thought came to her. "Here we are, fully grown women, and really, we're still finding out new things and exploring like we did as children."

Zelda laughed, a laugh that tapered off into a slight gasp as Ruto once again took hold of her foot, examining it. Like everything else about the Hylian woman, it was very strange, and yet so delightful. The small, delicate toes were free from the webbing of Ruto's own feet, round, stubby, lovely little nubs that Ruto could not help but begin to kiss. As she gave a gentle smooch to each, Zelda began to whimper, even while Ruto thrilled at the soft skin she held, soft from an easy life spent in silk and slippers, not like the scaled, tough flesh of Ruto's own.

Zelda could feel the familiar heat of pleasure welling up inside her anew, stronger, in fact, than even before, with every tiny brush of Ruto’s lips against her foot. Slowly and with great care the Zora princess traced her hands along her foot, studying every contour, occasionally planting a tender kiss on any spot that made Zelda coo or writhe.

“Ruto...I would like to do the same for you,” Zelda said, in a husky tone that surprised even herself with its raw sexuality.

Almost in a trance, Ruto shifted her place so that she could lift a leg up, presenting it to Zelda. For a moment she felt a trace of embarrassment. Where Zelda had most likely never walked on anything but the smoothest of marble and lush carpets her whole life, wearing the finest of footwear. Ruto had traipsed through caves her entire life, and swum hard with her feet, and aside from that, Zoras' scaled flesh was much thicker, to protect from the bitter cold of deep waters. What would the beautiful Hylian princess think of her tough, clumsy feet, not even worthy of being compared to the soft, perfect beauty of Zelda's own?

But none of that mattered to Zelda; to her, every part of Ruto was beautiful beyond comprehension. She traced a single finger along Ruto’s sole, filling her with a new sensation. Once again, Ruto marveled at the way the slightest contact with Zelda set her aflame with desire and happiness. As the jolt went through her, Ruto reflexively spread her toes, reveling the thin webbing between them. Just as with her fins, the thin membrane caught the light and created a wonderful array of colors. Zelda splayed her fingers, and pressed against the webbing, causing Ruto to shudder and moan, her lips quivering against Zelda’s own sole. It easily felt as good as all of the wonderful attentions Zelda had paid to her other fins, perhaps even more.

As pleasure built within her, Zelda was struck with inspiration. Wanting to surprise her lover, she didn’t say a word before acting. Zelda slowly moved her free leg forward, and pressed it against Ruto’s crotch, her toes gently teasing the small opening. Ruto nearly jumped at the shock of sudden and unexpected pleasure.

“Mmm, nice idea!” she complimented.

Her competitive nature sparked. Ruto followed Zelda's example and brought her second foot into play. Ruto slowly ran her toes along the length of Zelda’s slit, from bottom to top. She stopped at the patch of soft, damp hair, so much different from what was on her head but still lovely in its own way. She gently stroked it a few moments, before lowering her foot again.

Ruto and Zelda were entwined for several minutes, each trying to bring the other to a new level of pleasure as they licked, suckled, and teased the foot in their hands, and pressed and twisted their toes into their lover's core, and they were succeeding excellently. Before long neither could hold out any longer, and they cried out in unison as waves of ecstasy assaulted every part of their minds.

Zelda leaned back against the wall, while Ruto laid down on the floor. Neither could feel anything, not even pleasure, for a few seconds, as they gasped and tried to recover their senses. They were simply unable to completely take in the fullness of the experiences that had transpired so rapidly.

Finally, Zelda managed to say, “Something I have been rather curious about for some time...what does it taste like?”

“What does what taste like?” Ruto asked, not comprehending what Zelda had just asked.

Zelda sat up and moved forward, running a finger along Ruto’s cunny, sending a shiver of pleasure through her. “This,” Zelda said, bringing her hand into Ruto’s sight, a bit of her juices coating Zelda’s digits.

“I...I don’t know, I mean...like I said, I've never been with anyone else,” Ruto answered.

"You've never thought to try it when touching yourself?" Zelda asked, curious as she watched the rivulets of Ruto's copious cum trickle across the ground.

"I, er, I don't do that," Ruto answered.

"Don't do what? You mean you don't...don't touch yourself?" Zelda asked, disbelieving. She felt she could not have bore to live these past years without being able to at least touch herself with thoughts of her Zora princess.

Ruto shook her head. "No, never. It's...it feels wrong. I think when my people find their mate, the one they love above all else, it just...it doesn't seem right, somehow. When I tried once, shortly after you'd had to leave, all it did was make me feel miserable. I don't...I don't want anyone to touch me but you, Zelda. Not even myself. No one should take my love but you; it's wrong to me."

Touched deeply by Ruto's words, and moved by the thought of being unable to even physically comfort herself for seven long years with her memories, Zelda leaned down and kissed Ruto's lips tenderly, putting as much of her love into the connection as she could. She then broke the kiss, and licked the fluids off her fingers before Ruto's eyes. Ruto couldn’t help but lick her lips at the way Zelda seemed to savor it. As Zelda took in the taste, she was at a loss for words. It was salty, but at the same time there was a hint of sweetness that surpassed even the best candies she had ever had, and there was something else that she couldn’t even begin to compare to any taste known to her.

“So?” Ruto asked, a bit of apprehension in her voice.

“Wonderful," was the only word to slip out, before Zelda’s hand dipped back to her mound, soft fingers sliding against her, gathering up more of her nectar. The blonde princess brought her hand up, a small pool of juices cradled between her fingers. She inhaled the scent of it, before drinking it down, sighing in contentment as the flavor filled her mouth.

Before swallowing the last few drops, Zelda leaned forward and kissed Ruto, giving her a taste of herself. Ruto was unsure what to think for a second. The taste was familiar, but not, at the same time, but she enjoyed it all the same, and the sweetness of Zelda’s saliva mixed in with it made it all the better. The kiss lingered on for several moments longer, after all of Ruto’s juices had been drank down. Once they finally parted, Zelda gave her lips another quick swipe with her tongue, trying to get even a hint of the flavor that may have still clung to them.

Ruto grinned. “That was pretty good, but now I’m wondering about your taste. And I intend to find out!” Ruto whispered as she lay down, her face mere inches from Zelda’s womanhood. Zelda blushed lightly. As much as they had done already, she still felt a rush of excitement and nervousness at doing something so intimate with this woman.

The moment that Ruto’s tongue brushed against her slit, any trace of thought left Zelda, except that of pleasure. It was not the deep fullness of Ruto’s fingers reaching deep into her core, or the light tickles of her toes dancing along the edge. It was both at once and more, so much more; the heat of her mouth made it feel like she was melting away. Zelda silently moved her mouth, too far gone with bliss to even moan or cry out as Ruto’s tongue probed deeper into her, wriggling and rubbing against her most sensitive places at angles which fingers could never reach.

Ruto couldn’t help but moan against Zelda’s mound as she lapped away the wonderful liquid that flowed out of her. Though not as sweet as her own, it had a richer taste that, like her hair, made Ruto think of the sun, as though hot, divine juices from the sun itself were pooling upon her tongue. The heat of it sliding down her throat only made her crave more, and the harder she licked the more came flowing forth. Soon Ruto’s head was going light from the heat, and she began to moan more, each moan sending another ripple of ecstasy through Zelda, and each wave in turn caused another gush, making Ruto moan again. Orgasm flowed through the Hylian princess like a tide, a new one setting in just as soon as the last receded, and for many minutes Ruto's tongue played a body that was almost paralyzed with perpetual pleasure.

Finally, as Zelda rode out a final, shuddering orgasm with a scream, Ruto lifted her head away with her mouth still full, and cut off Zelda's scream with a kiss, done in the same way that she had been kissed before, sharing the exquisite drink with her lover as she came. She at last broke away once Zelda had calmed, but Zelda pulled her in close again.

“As much as I would love to continue this, I’m afraid I'm far too exhausted...you have taken me to my absolute limits, my love,” she said, running her hand along Ruto’s back. “But I do not want to leave you, either.”

Ruto wrapped her arms around Zelda and began to nuzzle against her. “I feel the same. I would suggest you just stay here, but that would raise even more questions than if we went to one of our rooms,” Ruto said.

“It would create quiet the scandal,” Zelda agreed. She thought for a moment. “But then...there are few things my people like to focus on and gossip about more than scandal, and it sounds as though the Zora are very similar. If it was known that their princesses were carrying out a scandalous affair with each other, then whenever the topic of relations between our people came up, they might be so busy speculating about it that they might pay more mind to us than to hating each other.” Zelda smirked.

Ruto pulled back, her eyes going a bit wide. “You mean deliberately flaunt our private intimacies, causing an uproar and making trouble for our fathers and your nanny? I’m shocked to hear you suggest something like that! And very proud. It could be very fun!” The Zora chuckled and held Zelda tighter. The two spent several moments resting in each other's arms, before Zelda began to dress once more. Ruto was able to find the zipper much more easily this time around.

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As the two princess went through the hallway, they held hands. A few maids and guards passed them, but none said anything, or even looked twice. After all, those in the castle are expected not to pry. Occasionally one woman would steal a small kiss, if the servant they passed looked especially gossipy. It did not take long before they were at Zelda’s room.

Once the door was closed, Zelda once again had Ruto help her slip out of her dress.

“Now, let's get to bed!” the Zora princess said, eagerly tossing back the covers.

“Just give me a moment to change into my pajamas,” Zelda commented, turning to her dress case.

“You have clothes for sleeping?!” Ruto questioned, shaking her head. "You land people are crazy! Who must you impress while you sleep? And what's the point of taking clothes off if you're just going to put some more on?"

Zelda couldn’t help but giggle at her lover's reaction. “It's just the way things are done for us, dear Ruto. But I suppose I could set them aside. After all, it is very comfortable here. And the only one here I would wish to impress is not impressed by clothing,” she said with a teasing smile to her beloved, as she removed her undergarments.

She and Ruto crawled into bed and nuzzled closely. Though until that moment they had felt satisfied and exhausted from all their earlier exertions, the feeling of being so close suddenly sparked a new wave of arousal in both women.

“Zelda...” Ruto muttered softly, leaning in to kiss her.

Zelda shifted her leg, so that her knee was pressing against Ruto’s mound. She began to gently grind against her. Ruto mimicked the action, pleasuring Zelda back. As the two rubbed each other, they never parted from their kiss. Neither one of them lasted long before cumming. They drifted off soon after, their juices mixing and soaking into the sheets. The future would be complicated and challenging, but whatever it brought, they could face it with love in their hearts.
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