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Link And His Ladies	By : Samson Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 80844 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Brutal Doppelganger (Dark Link & Zelda)

Link And His Ladies

Part 54 - "Yearning Shadow"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: August 25, 2012

(Note - This chapter is just a bonus chapter someone suggested a while ago. It’s not technically part of the storyline, it’s just a request. This character was first suggested by the user Junkey.)

Princess Zelda walked through the halls of Hyrule Castle, a faint smile on her face. She was dressed as she usually was, wearing her long gown-like dress, the dress coloured purple as well as a shade of pink so pale it was practically white. The dress was sleeveless, with the torso coloured purple, the dress pale pink below her waist. The dress reached down far enough to completely hide her feet, the end of the dress lightly running along the floor as she walked. There were two strips of deep pink that went around the dress near the bottom, the lower of the parallel strips thicker than the one above it. She had a pure gold belt around her waist, the belt easily revealing how slim the princess’ waistline was. Hanging from the belt, over the front of the dress and thus her legs, was a long cloth attachment ending in a sharp point near her ankles, the garment appearing to be purely decorative in purpose. It was coloured deep blue and had a red border, the Hyrule Royal Family’s crest done over it, along with the Triforce at the very top of the cloth, the Eye of the Sheikah between the two.
She was wearing gloves long enough to be considered sleeves, themselves, the gloves covering her arms up to almost her shoulders, ending around the middles of her upper arms. She was wearing golden pauldrons, despite wearing no armour, the pauldrons seemingly for decorative purposes, like the cloth over her legs. The pauldrons had curling embossments designing them, making them look more like art pieces than things meant for defending the body. Attached to either pauldron, fixated over her chest, was a golden plate shaped like a short and stubby pentagon, with the top point pointing downwards. Designed over the face of the plate was the Royal Family’s crest. She wore golden earrings of a fair size, dangling down by either side of her neck. The earrings were shaped like the Triforce, done more like outlines than faithful depictions of the Holy Relic, with the empty hollow in the center between the pieces the only filled-in piece. Her pure blonde hair was swept back and brushed to a perfectly straight, uniform neatness, aside from twin manes that hung down on either side of her face in front of her ears, those manes turning wavy near the end.
She wore almost no makeup at all aside from some mascara, defining her eyelashes and making her deep blue eyes seem all the more striking as a result. She wore a golden circlet, the circlet having a large ruby set into it, over the center of her forehead. She had just come back from addressing a crowd concerned about relations with the Gerudo. There were many who had not forgotten that Ganondorf had been a Gerudo, their king even, being the current century’s sole male born to any Gerudo woman. Some were concerned that the Gerudo might continue Ganondorf’s ambitions and attack the rest of Hyrule, but Zelda had eased their fears. The Gerudo were allies, she had said. They hadn’t supported Ganondorf’s rise to dark power, and how he had taken over Hyrule for those long, terrible years. She suspected that she hadn’t alleviated everyone’s fears completely, but she had dispersed the crowd peacefully, all the same. Social coldness was acceptable; as long as things didn’t turn violent, she could handle the residual tension.
Heading back for her bedroom, tired after a long, and somewhat boringly uneventful, day, she wished for nothing more than a long rest in the royal bed. She wondered when Link would come to her again, would visit and break the monotony of the often-repetitive daily routine she faced. To be in his arms again, to feel his embrace, to share her quarters with him for the night...She yearned for nothing more. He was the hero of Hyrule, the Hero of Time, and on quiet nights alone, she often felt that he was her hero. Not just for rescuing her from Ganondorf at the climax of his adventure. It was more than that. He had always filled a romantic spot in her mind. For being such an impossibly brave warrior, for being her knight in shining armour, for facing unthinkable odds and succeeding in the name of his land as well as Zelda herself, he had cemented himself into her heart. She sighed gently, still smiling, thinking all about the man she cared for more than anybody in her kingdom.
A dark figure strode up the path towards Hyrule Castle, staring at it, at the lights shining out into the cold night through the castle’s many stained-glass windows. He glared at the building, despising it, along with everything it stood for and symbolized. He would see it taken apart brick by brick, if he could. His eyes snapped over towards the turn in the path up ahead, a few sets of footsteps coming down the bend, heading towards him. He took a few running steps towards the short cliff to his right, jumping up, zooming up through the air. He soared the several meters needed to land atop the cliff, staying down on a hand and a knee as he kept as still as a statue, watching from the edge of the cliff. Three guards came around the bend, chatting amiably with one another, dressed in the armour of Hyrule knights. Armed with spears, they headed for the marketplace, either looking to fulfill their nightly duties and stand watch, or, equally likely, forgo their duties and just sweeten the night with some of the nighttime activities the marketplace often presented.
The figure didn’t care, either way. So long as they didn’t get in the way of his plan for the night, they could do whatever they pleased. Turning around, he crept along the cliff, eventually coming to the small gate the Royal Family used to keep away unexpected visitors. The shadowy figure smirked, moving past the gate via the cliff. A child could bypass the castle’s defences, the figure thought with amusement. He jumped over the edge of the cliff, landing back on the dirt path with a deft and silent roll, glancing around to see if any more knights were about. Seeing none, he crept along the path, rounding a short curve in the path, heading up a slight incline in the ground. His keen red eyes spotted the guards standing watching over the path, several feet away from him. They hadn’t noticed him yet, his dark body allowed him unparalleled camouflage, the nightly shadows at his back protecting him from the knights’ watchful vigil.
He slipped into the trees filling the castle’s small courtyard, staying crouched as he ran across the grass. A few guards paced back and forth along the grounds, the dark figure easily enough bypassing them, the sentries never the wiser. He made his way towards the castle’s drawbridge, noticing it was raised. He stayed crouched in the shadows for a few moments, somewhat annoyed by the turn of events. He hadn’t thought about the drawbridge. He should’ve known the Royal Family would keep it raised at night. They likely kept it raised during the day, as well, to help prevent any and all unauthorized individuals from entering the castle. He sighed lightly, thinking of some other way to get inside the castle. He scanned up along the castle’s exterior, his eyes eventually falling on one of the tallest windows to be seen, a faint candlelight visible through it, even from his position so far below. He stared for a few moments before a little smile began to develop on his shadowy face.
He pulled out his Longshot, spotting areas on the castle’s exterior his device could bite into. Spotting a wooden beam set horizontally in the stone just above a lower window, he took careful aim, firing his device once he was sure he’d hit his mark. The Longshot stabbed into the wood securely, and with the press of a button, the dark figure was swept up into the air, the chain of the device rattling as it was drawn back into the handle. The noise, of course, alerted the knights in the courtyard, but even were he down below, he suspected the Royal Family’s incompetent defenders would have great difficulty finding him in the shadows, and even greater difficulty defeating him, were he discovered. The Sheikah, on the other hand, were more competent combatants. He had even heard that Zelda had had one as a personal guardian since she were a child. So long as this guardian didn’t sleep in the same room as Zelda, however, he wasn’t worried. Even if it turned out that way, he was sure taking a blade to their sleeping throat would remedy the situation.
His Longshot pulled him up to the window, the figure planting his feet on either side of the glass, steadying himself against the stone wall of the castle’s exterior. Grabbing a tight hold of the beam with his free hand, he looked up, trying to spot another place he could latch on to. Although he was strong enough to keep himself supported against gravity, the sharp end of his Longshot still in the wooden beam was what gave him a sturdy enough handle to confidently keep him at his elevation. If it weren’t for the Longshot, he knew he’d have a fairly limited amount of time before his strength would wane and gravity would get the better of him. Though he could see another window with a wooden beam up above, like a long horizontal scab in the flesh of the castle, he didn’t think his Longshot could reach it. Searching for an alternative target, he ultimately spotted a small spire closer by, the sharp spire covered in thick purple tiles. It wasn’t an ideal target, but it’d get him closer to his ultimate goal, at least.
Tightening his grip on the wooden beam, he wrenched his Longshot out of the wood, then aimed it off to the side. Firing it off once again, the sharp end bit snugly into the tiled spire, the figure zooming through the air as his device pulled him along. When he got to the spire, he wrapped his free arm tight around it, hugging himself to the tall, cone-shaped architecture. Close enough now to pull himself over the second window, he made his move, scaling even higher along the castle’s face. He was close to his target now, so close he could almost smell the perfumes of her room. As luck would have it, now that he was close enough, he could see past the flickering candlelight through her window, spotting a wooden beam set in the wall just above it. He smiled a little, his eyes narrowing. Even if she held Wisdom from the Holy Relic, he was confident his plan would succeed...For a little while, at least. She might break through eventually, but it mattered not. A short while would suffice...
Zelda sat alone in her personal chambers, the royal bedroom quite roomy. Rectangular in shape, she sat before a large vanity mirror positioned at one side, her large canopy bed far behind her, on the other side of the room. The royal bed was humongous, at least twice as long and wide as ordinary beds, almost certainly able to comfortably accommodate five people at once. The door to her bedroom was to her right, along with the room’s single window, open a crack, over towards her left. The floor to her room was covered from corner-to-corner with an immense blue rug, the floor wooden beneath the rug. There were a few art pieces hung on the walls, but mostly, bookshelves lined the walls, stuffed full of old books. She had already read most of them, currently working on finishing one of the few left. Her books were the only things she had to spice up her nights alone, which were very often occurrences, given Link’s apparent busyness.
She looked at herself in the vanity mirror. She hated doubting herself, she hated it. But looking at herself in the mirror, and contemplating Midna, Zelda had to wonder if Link didn’t find her terribly attractive. She must not have been beautiful enough to satisfy him, alone. But looking at herself then, she didn’t feel unattractive. She was beautiful, wasn’t she? Link did seem to find her attractive, so why didn’t he visit her more often? Why didn’t he spend more time with her? She sighed lightly through her nose, her eyes falling from her reflection, heading for the various cosmetic implements she had in front of the vanity mirror, the wide array of makeup and beauty products at her disposal. She wondered if she was simply being greedy, overbearing. Now that Ganondorf was gone and Hyrule was at peace again, she had assumed he would spend more time with her. Was she wrong to assume he would want to be with her more, now?
Did he feel smothered whenever he saw her, and needed to take time away from her after every visit? Zelda blinked, pushing the thoughts from her mind. It’d do her no good to think over such depressing things. She decided to speak of him about her feeling the next time she saw him, but quickly changed her mind. If she were truly smothering him, wouldn’t it only make him feel worse if she brought the subject up? Torn, she considered her options for several seconds before letting out a quick sigh, shaking her head lightly, raising her eyebrows. “I need to get some sleep...” She mumbled, standing up from her mirror. Dressed in only a white nightgown with a pair of white panties beneath, she walked towards her bed. The sheets to the bed were dark purple, the pillow cases matching. The canopy was pure white, translucent to give only a blurred view beyond. She parted the canopy, crawling on to her bed, sitting near one of her three pillows with her back to the tall wooden headboard of the royal bed.
Reaching through the canopy, she found her book, lying over a small, conspicuous bedside table to her right. Reading by candlelight, she delved into the intriguing tale scrawled on the pages, quickly losing all track of time. She didn’t stop reading until her eyelids started to feel heavy, yawning as she shut her book. She reached over to her bedside table, about to rest her book back in it’s place when she froze. Evil. She could feel it. Something evil was coming her way. Zelda stared off into space, shocked. “Impossible...Whatever it is, how could it have gotten into the castle?” She mumbled aloud, utterly dumbfounded. She put her book down and got up from her bed, beginning to head for her bedroom door, wanting to alert any nearby guards. That’s when she heard her window open wider, her eyes darting over. She smiled with relief, unable to believe her good fortune. It was Link, she’d recognize his silhouette anywhere. He must’ve known about the evil approaching, as well.
But, why had he come through the window? Better yet, how had he gotten high enough to go through her window? Whatever the reason, she didn’t question his impeccable timing, looking forward to having him in her company once more. She quickly walked towards him, smiling still, saying “Link, it’s good to see you! I take it you know about the evil, too? I have no idea what’s causing it, but it’s close.” He turned to face her, smirking a little, his red eyes staring unflinchingly into her’s. She froze in place, shocked, blinking a few times. It was no illusion. The candlelight in her room was still of fair strength, but Link’s body wouldn’t lighten, no colours were visible. Was she dreaming? Had she fallen asleep while reading her book? “Y...You’re not...” She lightly said, taking a step back from him. He grinned a little. He held his arms up by his sides, and suddenly, inky black smoke wafted out from the sleeves of his tunic, blown out like dozens of torches were burning under the fabric.
Zelda turned and rushed to her bedroom door, trying to pull it open. She found that the doorknob wouldn’t budge, as if it were locked from the other side. Panicking a little, she turned back to the shadowy version of Link, prepared to fight him off if she had to. She had no weapons in her bedroom, but she wouldn’t need them. Her piece of Wisdom could give her offensive power enough to repel this phantom. She took a few steps towards him, her expression turning cool, orbs of light beginning to swell in the palms of her hands. Unknowingly, she breathed in the smoke filling her room, letting out a cough. Distracted, her orbs of light disappeared. Zelda felt light in the head, confused long enough to end up breathing in more of the smoke. Dark Link smiled and watched as she was caught in a vicious circle. Her first lungful of the smoke had distracted her into accidentally breathing more, and each consecutive breath kept her stunned long enough to force her into breathing in more. Ultimately, she fell into a hard coughing fit, the princess bringing her hands to her throat as she fell to her knees, her eyes shut tight. His plan had worked. He let the rest of the smoke fade, his smile never leaving.
Zelda’s coughing fit eventually subsided. When it did, she found all thoughts of the approaching evil eradicated from her mind; indeed, she didn’t even feel the evil presence, anymore. Dark Link approached her, holding out a hand, offering it to her. She looked up at him, her eyes widening for a moment before she smiled widely. “Link, it’s been so long!...Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe I caught something from one of the people in the crowd, earlier...” She apologetically said, reaching up, daintily taking a hold of his hand. He helped her get up to her feet, Zelda coming close, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his in her affectionate embrace. For a moment, he was stunned, and it was clearly shown on his face. Everything was still going according to plan, of course, but he hadn’t truly accounted for the feeling of having her close. It took him by surprise, her soft skin, her light, delicate scent, the gentle feeling of her silky hair against the side of his face...It ended up taking him several seconds to hug her back, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She mumbled pleasantly, smiling warmly, closing her eyes. They embraced for several more seconds before she slowly started to release him, Dark Link doing the same in return. She kept her hands on his elbows, happily asking “How have you been? It’s been so boring around here, without you. I didn’t expect you tonight, but I’m really glad you’re here.” He smiled a little, answering her question. She looked at him, only somewhat puzzled. “Are you okay? You sound kind of...Different.” Dark Link lost his smile, looking off to the side. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to understand him. He had thought his smoke would imbue her with an understanding of his words, but apparently, his newfound ability had it’s limits. It mattered little. He didn’t need to verbally make her understand him for his plan to continue. He half-smiled at her, taking her by her hand, leading her over towards her bed. She seemed to suspect what he must’ve wanted, Zelda sounding faintly excited yet just a little hesitant as she said “Wait, Link, we’re not...We’re not even going to talk? What have you been up to, the last little while? Were you seeing Midna?”
Dark Link grinned a little. He parted her canopy enough for him to sit down on the edge of her bed, leaving the canopy by his sides. Zelda stood before him, looking down at him with tenderness. Despite feeling like he was rushing her into bed, she couldn’t bring herself to hold it against him. Maybe he hadn’t been seeing Midna, and was dying to lie with her? Maybe they would talk in the afterglow? Or, maybe things were far more innocent than she suspected? Maybe he wanted to talk with her sitting in his lap? It would certainly be affectionate. His intentions were proven passionate in seconds, confirming her original suspicion. Dark Link, his eyes on her the whole time, undid his tunic bottoms, parting them enough for his stiff member to spring out. Zelda’s cheeks quickly turned red, her eyes widening momentarily. “L-Link, don’t you think you’re in a bit of a rush? I mean, you just got here...” Dark Link smiled widely at her, his eyes narrowing a little.
He reached over, held her by her elbows, and pulled her downwards. Her entire face started burning with blush as he eased her down to her knees, making it clear to her what he wanted. She placed her hands on his knees, looking up into his eyes for a moment before looking back down to his organ. He smirked a little, watching her eyes drink in the details of his tool. He wondered how many times she had looked at his antithesis’ member with the same awestruck eyes. He wondered what his opposite was doing at that point in time, how he would react to seeing his precious princess on her knees in front of him. She held him around the base of his member with her thumb and index finger, lightly stroking along him a few times with the ring formed from her fingers. She gazed at him for a few seconds before stopping her stroking, releasing him, looking up to his eyes again. “I missed you so much, you know...I have to admit, I missed doing this for you...I want this night to be a long one, I-”
He cut her off, grabbing her head in both hands. While her mouth was still open, a word still on her lips and tongue, he pulled her over in the blink of an eye, somewhat roughly slipping himself into her mouth. “Mmf!” Zelda loudly mumbled around him, her eyes going wide, the princess shocked by the sudden and somewhat rude action. She blinked rapidly as he pulled her head down closer into his groin, Dark Link grinning wildly as he fed her the final few inches. Tears began to run from her eyes, Zelda’s throat tensing up as he poked deeper and deeper into her oral confines. He kept her there for a second before moving her head back, her lips dragging along his length as his rod inched out of her mouth. He stopped when only his tip remained inside her mouth. Zelda closed her eyes, not struggling, feeling only sympathy for him and his need to alleviate his lust. In a way, she felt flattered by his actions, that he felt such a want and need for her that he wanted to use her as he saw fit.
He watched her rub her lips back and forth along his tip, flicking her tongue at him rapidly. A few seconds later, she slipped him out of her mouth completely, kissing tenderly at his tip several times, making him twitch around. His mouth hanging open a crack, his eyes half-open, he released her head. She smiled sweetly at him, spreading his knees a little more, allowing her more room. She moved over and brought her head under his tool, sticking her tongue out, pulling her head back, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She moved closer and did it again, this time flicking her tongue around instead of simply dragging it, making her slimy mouth muscle dance along his manhood. He smiled a little, feeling her bring one hand up to his orbs, fondling them for several seconds. She gave his tip a few more kisses before leaning his rod back with her free hand, pointing it up towards him. He let out a light breath when she stopped fondling his orbs, bringing her head down towards his undercarriage.
She kissed at his orbs, running her tongue along them, moving them around with a smile on her face. Dark Link began to grin from ear to ear. Oh, if only Link could see her now! What would he say if he saw her suckling on the orbs of Link’s own negative half? And oh, how happy she was to do the deed too, the princess was all too eager to please. Maybe Link would regret leaving her alone, that night. Zelda mumbled pleasantly in her throat, closing her eyes, lapping her tongue at his left orb for a few seconds. Using her hand to assist her efforts, she tried slurping his orb into her mouth, Dark Link letting out a pleased breath when she succeeded. She tried looking up at him to get an idea of what his reaction was, barely able to see his face, his stiff and moist member blocking much of her field of vision. Delicately, she gave his orb a few light sucks, rubbing her tongue all around him. He looked down at her with a wide smile, watching her let him slip from her mouth, smiling back at him affectionately. He grabbed her by her head again, his hands planted on either side of her head, his fingers slipping into her soft hair. He pulled her back into position, Zelda parting her lips just in time for him to ram himself back into her mouth.
Dark Link grinned just a little bit maliciously as he pumped her head back and forth, feeding her his length, slipping himself back and forth through her lips. Her chin would brush against his orbs with every deep stroke, his tip always poking at the back of her throat. She shut her eyes tight, more tears slipping from her eyes, making her mascara run in dark streaks down her cheeks. Dark Link let out a little groan of pleasure, Zelda slurping at him intensely, putting a surprising amount of pressure on his tool. Working her tongue as sensually as she could, he smiled down at her, pulling her back and forth a little faster. Zelda stopped thinking, totally overcome by lust. Ashamed yet unable to resist, she slipped a hand under her nightgown, slowly feeling her fingers into her panties. A tremble ran up her spine as she felt down her blonde pubic hair, shifting her whole hand into her underwear, the princess beginning to play with herself.
Dark Link noticed her left arm moving around down below, almost letting out a laugh when he saw what she was doing. Moving her head a little harder, a little fiercer, he felt hot pleasure begin to swell through him, burning up from his loins. A few seconds later, he pulled her off of him entirely. She took in a few panting breaths, several strings of saliva stretching out on the air, connected both to his rod and to her lips. He sprang into action. Reaching down on either side of her, he grabbed at her nightgown, beginning to pull it up. She didn’t stop him, raising her arms up, letting him pull it from her, entirely. He threw it off to the side in a clump, then reached down to her breasts, giving each of her stiffened nipples a gentle pinch. She took in a sharp breath, followed by a reluctant little moan, gazing up at him as he pinched her. He smirked at her, releasing her left nipple and getting her attention with a wave from his now-free hand. He pointed down at her panties, Zelda following his hand with her eyes.
She looked back up at him, asking “Want me to take them off?” He nodded, narrowing his eyes a little. He released her other nipple, watching her begin to stand up in front of him. Her expression a little shy, though not all that shameful, she slipped her panties down her smooth legs, revealing her moist and blushing quim. He grinned, letting her take off her panties entirely before getting her back down on her knees, again. She took in a deep breath right away, knowing he was going to roughly use her head for his pleasure, again. He proved her right, grabbing her, pulling her face into his loins, snuggling his member back into her velvety mouth. He moved her a little harder, making a fresh wave of tears run down her cheeks. Her neck was getting sore both inside and out, Zelda’s hair swaying to and fro as he pumped her head back and forth between his thighs. Dark Link started to grin, his climax coming over him, the pleasure exploding to new heights.
Zelda started to gag, making choking sounds, her throat tightening around him. He would’ve felt bad, if he cared about her. He would’ve stopped, if he cared about her. He did not. Zelda was on the brink of evacuating her stomach contents when he suddenly pulled her head off of him completely, letting her take in an immense gasp for air, Zelda’s eyes a little wide from shock. “Link, you’re-” He cut her off with his seed. The only reason he had let her go free was because he had hit his limit, groaning lightly as the first load of his cream came boiling up from within him. Zelda was breathing heavy, staying perfectly still as his discharge hit her face, the first load running over her right cheek. The second wad to fire out hit her bottom lip, running down her chin. The third and final load landed directly between her eyes, running down the bridge of her nose, ending up travelling down the left side of her nose. Breathing a little quickly, Dark Link looked at her with a wide smile on his face, his eyes only half-open.
She looked marvellous with him all over her face, there was a certain kind of beauty to it. It was like she had accepted him completely, and wanted to wear his mark for all to see. Of course, that thought amused Dark Link, for all the wrong reasons. The great princess, Zelda, wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom, wearing his seed on her face. It could’ve been a loving and intimate thing, were he not affecting her view of reality. Zelda sat there on her knees, breathing slowly and deeply, trying to steady her breathing further. Her eyes closed, she didn’t do anything, her entire face red, her mouth hanging open a crack. Dark Link realized, with a sense of being entertained, that Zelda enjoyed having him on her face. She was basking in the feeling, her face upturned to him, letting him view his handiwork. After a few seconds, Zelda’s eyelids fluttered, and she opened them a crack. Looking up into his eyes, she softly said “Link...You’ve never been this rough with me, before...Is something troubling you?...This isn’t like you...”
Dark Link grinned a little. The smoke was still altering her view of reality, it seemed. Zelda slowly rose to her feet, turning and walking off towards her vanity mirror. Dark Link looked at her with sudden curiosity, wondering what she was up to. Walking over to her vanity mirror, she found a small cloth, beginning to wipe at her face with it. “I can help you, if you tell me what’s bothering you...You don’t have to keep silent about whatever it is. I’m here for you.” She said, wiping away the seed that had ran down to her chin. His eyes fell to her behind, a little smile coming on his face again as he looked over Zelda’s tush. He stood up, as silent as a ghost, beginning to creep towards her. Her focus was more on herself than him as she looked into the mirror, so she didn’t notice him until he was right behind her. He swung his hands over and grabbed at her plump cheeks, squeezing her a bit savagely, sinking his fingers into her pliable rump and giving her a few jiggles.
Zelda gasped lightly, looking over her shoulder at him. Just a little urgently, she said “Link, that hurts, you don’t have to grab me so hard!” Dark Link grinned a little, forcing her cheeks as far apart as he could get them, exposing her dark rosebud for several seconds before releasing, letting her cheeks bounce back into their natural positions. He put a hand against her upper back, pushing her forwards, Zelda shocked by the unexpected move. Putting her hands up to catch herself, she planted her hands against her vanity mirror, bent over the wooden table in front of the mirror. “L-Link?” She said, confused. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, making sure not to hurt her this time, knowing he was starting to push his luck. Whether or not she viewed him as the Hero of Time, there was only so much roughhousing she would take. Pulling her hair back, making sure not to yank so as not to hurt her, he tilted her head back, preventing her from hanging her head down. Now, she had no choice but to look at herself in the mirror, and watch herself get taken from behind.
With his free hand, Dark Link grabbed her right hip, holding her steady. Sticking a foot between her legs, he tapped at the insides of her legs. She understood the message. Silently, she parted her legs a little more, putting her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. Link smiled, looking down at her tush, getting close enough to her that his tip was prodding against her slick lower lips. He swayed his hips left and right, teasing her, making his tip rub around at her womanly ridge, getting some of her fluid on his end. Zelda’s eyelids fluttered, her eyes glued on the reflection of her face, seeing how immensely she was blushing. He was being rough, of course, but it was still enticing. Maybe she could slay the beast of his lust? Maybe she could defeat his desire, and finally get him to open up about whatever was causing him so much aggression? She closed her eyes momentarily as he prodded against her, trying to enter her body.
It was somewhat difficult at first, her tight confines not willing to let him inside. But then her muscles made way, her walls parted, and he started sinking into her love canal. Her mouth hung open a little, her eyebrows rising at the sensation. “Ohh...” She breathed out, pleasantly. Dark Link half-smiled, giving her soft hair an approving little pull, encouraging her to make more noise. He enjoyed hearing her moan, he loved hearing her let out her voice. He sunk himself as deep into her as he could go, getting about three quarters of himself into her before reaching an ending inside her. His face went confused. He couldn’t get his whole length inside her? He probed at the blockage inside her, testing it with curiosity. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t let Dark Link pass. Of course, that didn’t stop him from trying to proceed anyway, though trying to force his tip through her cervix warranted a very pained reaction from her. “Ow! Ow, hey, stop! Link, there’s no more room! You can’t go any deeper!” She hastily said, obviously in pain.
Link stopped, losing his smile for a moment. He took his hand from her hip, soothingly stroking it down her spine, trying to comfort her. Though he didn’t say anything, Zelda seemed to find his touch relaxing in and of itself, closing her eyes, smiling gently. “It’s okay...There’s just only so much space to me, you know? You can start moving...” She lightly said. He smiled again, holding her by her hip once more, giving her hair another gentle pull. “Nngh...” Zelda groaned out, Link pulling his hips back until half of his length was left inside her, then thrusting back inside. He gave her a few more thrusts, humping into her rump, making her creamy cheeks lightly ripple whenever his loins would bump into her. Zelda let out a shivering breath, opening her eyes, lustfully gazing at her reflection. Dark Link grinned, still moving slowly, but making his movements a little harder, stuffing her quim with every rough movement. Zelda let out a lilting moan, looking downwards, watching her breasts begin to bob back and forth, not exactly bouncing, but still moving thanks to his harder thrusts.
Dark Link let out a cold little chuckle. More than anything, he wanted someone to walk in on the two of them. He wanted someone to see the beautiful princess, unknowingly defiled by her lover’s negative half. How she moaned out as he stuffed her quim, how she let him tug at her hair...It was all quite unbecoming of someone of her stature. He started to speed up his thrusts, feeling her insides grip and massage at him, clamping down in a moist embrace. Her hot interior seemed all too pleased to have him as a guest, Dark Link in turn pleased with her body’s hospitality, his invading organ twitching around, thrashing at her walls. A quiver ran down Zelda’s back, the quiver crawling through her body, Dark Link able to feel it from inside her. He gave her a particularly savage thrust, slamming his loins into her tush, making her let out a little cry of delight. The two of them beginning to breathe hard, Dark Link sped up his movements a little more.
The scent of sex, of flourishing pheromones, began to wash out through her chambers. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, along with Zelda’s little moans of enjoyment, the princess stricken with lust like an animal in heat. Dark Link took his hand from her hip, grabbing at her bum, gripping her right cheek. A little hastily, he stuck his thumb between her cheeks, making Zelda take in a choked gasp when he forced his thumb through her rosebud. She grit her teeth tight for a moment, her eyes going unfocused. She went a little cross-eyed for a second as he pushed more of his thumb into her depths, Dark Link grinning wickedly at how she reacted. The presence in her rear passage only seemed to excite her front entrance, her walls quivering and milking at his member. She let out a surprisingly loud moan, Zelda unabashedly letting her voice out. She squeezed hard at his thumb, gripping tight at him with both passageways.
Dark Link felt her legs begin to tremble, Zelda’s breathing beginning to turn ragged. “L...Link!...I can’t...!” She barely managed to say, before her jaw simply dropped, her mouth hanging open wide. Dark Link grinned. While his thrusts stayed at the same speed, he began to pound her as hard as he could, pulling almost all the way out before ramming back home. He wiggled his thumb around inside her tush, stimulating her sphincter. With every exhale, she let out an urgent little moan, another shudder running down her spine. He started to dig his thumb deeper into her, and suddenly, Zelda shut her eyes tight, her mouth hanging open wide. She abruptly gushed fluids, the mighty princess spraying her cum to the floor, some running down her thighs. Link grinned widely and let out a laugh. Zelda was panting heavily, her legs quivering as he slipped out of her, pulling his thumb from her rear.
“I’m so sorry...I couldn’t...Go on anymore...” She apologetically said, around pants. Dark Link was still grinning as his eyes spotted something on the table connected to her vanity mirror. It looked like a small, circular container, filled with some kind of cream. A mere beauty product, but it would suffice. There was just one last thing he wanted to do, before she could break free or the effects of his smoke wore off. He grabbed the container, and then surprised Zelda by sweeping her up in his arms, carrying her with one leg beneath her knees, the other around her shoulders. She looked at him with shock, but the surprise was quickly replaced with affection, warmth in her eyes. He smiled a little, carrying her over towards her bed, bringing her down over it, sitting her near the edge. “Don’t tell me you have to go, already...We’ve barely spoken.” She said, with a bit of depression. Dark Link merely smiled more in response. He got in front of her, putting a hand to the base of her throat, just between her collar bones.
She remained silent as he rested her back on the bed, Zelda looking up at him with curiosity, resting her hands together over her lean belly. “Link? You didn’t...Ahem...You didn’t finish. Did you want to keep going?” She asked, softly. Link just nodded, his smile becoming stronger. Her eyes drifted over to the container in his hand, the princess curiously asking “Well, in that case...Why did you grab my face cream?” Link chuckled, beginning to unscrew the container’s cap. Opening it up, he looked at the gooey white substance inside, clumsily dunking his hand inside, scooping out a very generous amount. Zelda kept looking at him with curiosity, tempted to ask him what he intended to do with a handful of cream, cream that had cost her two hundred rupees, no less. She watched him slather the cream over his member, droplets and lumps of cream falling from his length, hitting the rug at the foot of her bed. She smiled lightly, holding back a little laugh, saying “Are you trying to make yourself wrinkle-free, Link?”
Dark Link narrowed his eyes a little, starting to grin darkly. His member completely white with cream, he screwed the cap back on the container before carelessly chucking it off to the side. It bounced off a nearby bookshelf, landing against the ground hard enough for a small crack to appear in the container, cream oozing out to the rug. Zelda looked over with a disappointed look on her face, saying “Hey, Link, that cream cost two hundred rupees! And I’m gonna have to clean up the mess, too...” Dark Link grunted with annoyance as he reached down, grabbing her by her ankles, pulling up. Zelda gasped lightly when he thrust her legs up into the air, making them form a “V” shape above her. Wasting no time, he came closer to her. He found himself too high to accomplish his goal, necessitating pulling Zelda up a little more, lifting the tail of her spine up off of the bed. Zelda looked up at him, her eyes locked on his face. “This is an odd position...” Zelda lightly commented.
Dark Link chuckled darkly. He moved himself around without his hands, getting into position. Zelda’s eyes went wide when his tip found not her blushing lower lips, but the puckered entrance to her tush, instead. “Wait, Link, no-” That was all Zelda could say before her jaw went tight. She screwed her eyes shut as he forced his tip against her sphincter, the cream letting him painfully slip through her ring in the blink of an eye. Zelda let out a scream, tears flooding her eyes. “Oh, God! It hurts! It hurts!” She hissed out, opening her eyes a crack. Dark Link half-smiled, releasing her legs, letting her legs continue to stick up in the air. Her legs rested against his body, with her feet up on either side of his head, Zelda resting her arms out on the bed on either side of her. Link held her by her hips as he fed more of his length into her, his girth stretching her rosebud as it dealt with his shaft. Zelda’s entire face went red again, and her toes started to curl.
He felt her legs tremble again, Zelda turning her head to the side, letting out a shaky moan. With every inch slipped into her rear, she moaned, a shudder running through her body. Quickly enough, Dark Link was buried up to the hilt in the princess’ tush, filling her to the brim with his flesh. Zelda was taking in short, quick breaths, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth hanging open. Dark Link wasted no time. Pulling back, he thrust his hips back in, making Zelda moan out again. Dark Link grinned widely. He started thrusting hard and fast, plowing her rear without regard towards whether or not he was hurting her. Zelda was drifting into sleep, the ecstasy pounding through her body being so relaxing that the already-sleepy young woman found herself exhausted. Still awake, she tried fighting against her lead-heavy eyelids for a few seconds before giving in, keeping her eyes closed. Dark Link felt her grip down and clench at his member, as if her rear were trying to remove the foreign invader, only succeeding in making him want to stay even longer.
With the cream offering him ample lubrication, he plundered her tush with a grin on his face, watching at how her face twisted up with pain and euphoria. She may not have enjoyed it at first, but there was no doubt about it, now. Once her sphincter had started getting used to being stretched, she had started loving every second of the act. Maybe she even enjoyed the pain, he couldn’t be sure. He reached his hands over to her chest, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Zelda bit at her bottom lip, her legs giving a shake against his torso, her toes spreading apart up by his head. Tears ran down the sides of her face, Zelda letting out a pitiful little sob. “It hurts so much, Link!...” She breathed out. Dark Link just grinned. Surprising her, he grabbed her shoulders, lifted her up, and used his member in her tush to push her forwards, putting her further back on the bed, away from the edge.
He got on the bed, himself, putting his knees to the edge. He leaned over closer to her, putting his hands down by her sides. She opened her eyes, her eyes a little crossed, the princess’ eyes unfocused with mind-wracking pleasure and exhaustion. He pushed her legs back until her knees were on either side of her bosom, her ankles near her own ears. He made her gasp when he kissed her, sticking his tongue into her mouth, quickly beginning to play with her own. She moaned against his mouth, playing back with him, an inferno of heat coming from their tongues. They both started panting, again. Sweat was running over their bodies, making her nude form glisten, making his tunic hug to his body.
He humped against her, kissing her all the while, drilling his manhood into her royal tush until a phoenix suddenly spread it’s wings between his thighs. Dark Link pulled back from her with a grunt, shutting his eyes tight for a moment. He kept thrusting during his orgasm, a light shudder coming from him as he deposited his seed in her tight, welcoming confines. Zelda could feel his heat sliding into her, spewing from him as he kept moving. She gripped the bed sheets tight by her side, her legs shaking rapidly, Zelda’s eyes rolling back up into her skull. She gushed fluids against his loins, her watery girl-cum flowing out in two quick jets, splashing against them both. She was sucking in air as he slowly pulled himself out of her rump, Zelda’s eyelids falling shut for the final time, that night.
Dark Link realized she had fallen asleep after a few seconds. Getting up and off of her, he looked down at her from the foot of the bed, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed. He smiled a little. His plan had been successful, and he had gotten what he had wanted. He had gotten a taste of the infamous Zelda, having tread where only one other man had been. He left her where she was, not putting her on the bed further, not even covering her with her bed sheets. He left her to either be discovered, or wake up to find herself in the sorry state a wild sexual romp tended to leave one in. Feeling smug with victory, he turned and walked away, pushing open her window. Without a sound, he got up on the windowsill, then dove out into the night, zooming down towards the small stream that trickled beneath the castle’s drawbridge...
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