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Impure Thoughts	By : Lisachan Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 7784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Author’s Note: It’s probably hugely uninteresting to you people, but I wrote part of this while I was out of panty liners. Very annoying, I can tell you. But hey, I survived, there’s always toilet paper. Too much information… Yeah… Never mind.
Chapter 6: That Ovu-Thingamajing

“Wonderful!” Liselle chirped, clapping her hands. “He’s such a good learner, isn’t he? Lovely technique. And, wouldn’t have thought so at first, but great, natural style.” The others, who had joined them, could only agree.
“He didn’t step on my feet once,” Zelda smiled.
Link took a swig from the drink someone offered him, having successfully dealt with this whole dancing situation, while he received Liselle’s shower of compliments. He had passed the test, he was now completely qualified to become Zelda’s husband. In other words: perfect. The whole 100 % of it.
“Nonsense,” Yunobo declared, swinging his cup and spilling content on the floor as he did so. “No one is perfect. I will not accept it! Surely, he must have one flaw. At least one.”
“Well, he used to be quiet to the point of wanting to gouge your own eye out, but that’s also in the past now,” Riju joked, while they were making their way back to their cosy stage bubble. Some stayed behind do dance some more. “No offence, Master Link.”
“None taken,” Link said. Officially engaged and as of a few moments ago also carrying Liselle’s seal of approval, he couldn’t possibly be fazed or feel slighted by anything right now.
During their absence, someone had brought food for supper. It was a selection of everything that the food stalls had to offer, which all together made for quite an impressive spread.
When Yunobo raised a spiced rock bite to his lips, a thought suddenly occurred to him. “I know!” he exclaimed, making some of his companions choke on either food or drink. “He doesn’t eat rock!”
“I have eaten rock,” Link said.
“Yeah, but you didn’t like it.”
“Kind of heavy on the stomach for us normal people.”
“Are you saying I’m not normal?”
“No, I meant to say, us not-Goron people. And you know, it’s kind of painful when it comes back out the other side.”
“I don’t trust a man who doesn’t know how to appreciate a premium rock roast.”
“You know, premium rock roast, or any kind of rock, is just too complicated for our palate,” Zelda agreed. Somehow, this had turned into a debate about food. “Our system’s too fragile to digest it.”
“Fragile, yes,” Link nodded.
Meanwhile, Liselle was getting slightly concerned about Riju’s health, who had actually bits of food going down the wrong way of her throat. “Are you alright, lady Riju?”
“I’m fine,” Riju heaved, while Buliara was patting the petite girl on her back. “Yunobo, can you just shut up and eat instead of trying to fault Master Link?”
“Whatever, he doesn’t eat rock,” Yunobo mumbled.
Up ahead, there was an outburst of cheers. Cassian must’ve informed another group of soldiers that they could have a lie in tomorrow. Link sat up straight and felt his senses sharpening when Boy started to make noises. But he soon noticed that it were hopeful, excited whines, rather than sounds of warning. “What is it, Boy?” He followed his gaze, and saw Ivee dancing with Hestu a bit further. He didn’t see her parents and little brother any more, they must’ve gone home. “Do you want to go to her? You like her, don’t you?”
Boy barked. All day long, he had not strayed from Zelda’s side, taking his duty to protect her serious. But Ivee had always been very nice to him, whenever they visited Hateno village.
“It’s okay, you can go relax.”
Boy thankfully rubbed his head against Link’s leg, and set off towards his favourite Hateno girl.
“How nice,” Zelda said. So Ivee will get some male attention too then, this evening. She didn’t say that last part out loud, Link wouldn’t have liked it. It really was quite mean of her, she ought to stop thinking like that. Oh well… Her thoughts were still her own, were they not? Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but look forward to the kind of male attention she herself would be getting later that evening. It was a thought that started to take up more and more space in her head, narrowing down the scope of attention for her guests and this entire event to extremely moderate. The way Link was looking at her while he was nibbling along his meat and mushroom skewer wasn’t really helping. Exactly how much longer were they required to be here? That wasn’t really clear to her. People couldn’t possibly expect them to stay until everyone was gone?
Any thoughts of romance were obliterated when Sidon sprang into view, hot from the dance floor.
“Link, friend! What are you doing here?” He smelled of party. That is to say: sweat, various kinds of alcohol, and in his case, slightly fishy.
“Eating,” Link said, sheepishly holding up his skewer. “Have some too, there’s plenty.”
“That food’s not going anywhere. Come dance a bit more!”
“But… I already have...”
“I already have…” Sidon sighed, bored with such a lame reply. “Freestyle, man. Freestyle!”
Blind panic. “Freestyle? But I have to protect...”
“Don’t you start. Zelda is perfectly safe in Lady Riju and Lady Buliara’s care. Now, come on! It’s a party!”
With a look of pure terror, he looked at Zelda when Sidon pulled him up and dragged him along. Yunobo followed right behind.
“Oh, I gotta see this,” he sniggered.
Link tried to use the dance steps he had learned, but this time, they didn’t match the music. The rhythm had changed, the beat had picked up.
Yunobo was doubled up with laughter. “See, I knew he couldn’t be perfect!”
After a while though, he started to get into it, copying what others did, following Sidon and Teba’s example.
“We’ve lost him for the rest of the evening now,” Liselle chuckled.
“Yeah, looks like his hips are no longer sore,” Zelda agreed with an amused grin.
“His hips?” Riju queried.
“Don’t ask,” Zelda giggled.
“Liselle, there you are,” a female voice said behind them. “Look at you, sitting on a dais, right next to Queen Zelda. Feeling quite good about yourself, don’t you?”
For a moment, it seemed like Liselle had stopped breathing. Then her mouth fell open and, standing up, she spun around. What followed was something that could only be described as madness, when she and the woman burst out in shrieks of joy. “Lisanne!” Having forgotten about any protocol, she ran off the stage and hugged the woman close. “I’m so happy you’re here, I thought it would be too tiring for you, having given birth only a few weeks ago,” Liselle chatted in an excited voice. She took the woman’s hand and guided her to the stage. “Everyone, please meet my sister.”
“Oh, the one who had the baby?” Zelda said, genuinely interested. They all looked from one blond woman to the other, and it was like looking at Liselle and her reflection in a mirror. “You’re twins?”
“Yes,” Liselle nodded excitedly, and then back to her sister: “Where’s the baby?”
“Oh, I’ve carried it for nine months already,” Lisanne replied. “The hubby can have it for a bit now.”
“Zelda, do you mind if she...”
“No, please do join us, the more the merrier,” Zelda said, generously gesturing at the empty chairs. “Take whichever seat you want, do help yourself to some food.”
“Thank you, Queen Zelda,” Lisanne said, humbly bowing her head, to Riju and Buliara too. “Congratulations on becoming Queen, and with your engagement too.” She took the drink Liselle handed her and sipped from it. “I’ve only just fed the baby, so I’ve been able to escape for a couple of hours. We’re staying at the Tipsy Deity.”
“Ah, fantastic inn, I’ve heard,” Liselle enthused. “Nice people, good food. Not too expensive.”
“Where’s Cassian?”
“Oh, he’s on an important mission,” Zelda chuckled.
“An important mission? But I thought that today was a holiday?”
Liselle laughed. “He must find all the soldiers to inform them that tomorrow, they can sleep a bit longer.”
“Oh, I see. Yes, very important indeed.”
“Hark at you, Master Link, getting the hang of it,” they suddenly heard someone calling from over at the dance floor. It was Ivee.
Zelda veered up from her throne. “Oh, I didn’t think so,” she said, rather belligerently.
“Relax, Zelda,” Liselle said. “She was there when Link proposed, she has seen it.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t make a fuss. I’m just very casually gonna go shimmy myself in between. Lisanne, it was nice meeting you, but I have a little thing now.”
Sighing and shaking her head, Liselle offered a tray to Lisanne. “Riceball?”
“Lovely, thanks!”

Zelda let herself fall on the bed with a loud sigh. She was out of her dress, but still in her underwear. The flower crown, so lovingly crafted by the two sisters, was carefully put to the side. She would dry it and turn it into pot-pourrit. Only now she felt how tired she was. Physically. But, the buzz and adrenaline from this day made that she didn’t want to sleep yet. She stretched and moaned, knowing that Link was watching. Then she let her head drop to the side, letting her eyes rest for a moment. They fluttered back open when she felt the mattress dip. Link lay next to her on his side, propped up on his elbow, leaning his head on his hand. Naked already. He had less work to get himself unravelled out of his clothes.
“Do you want to sleep?” he said with a sweet smile.
“No,” she said, decidedly shaking her head. “I want to end this perfect day with a bang.”
“A bang, you say?”
Her lips curled up into a mischievous grin, and her eyes sparkled. “Yes… A bang.” She rolled over onto her belly, so he could untie her corset.
“Very subtle, by the way, how you wormed yourself between me and Ivee,” he said, while he undid the strings.
Zelda cleared her throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m telling you, she’s just a friend.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“I’m afraid that sorry isn’t gonna cut it.”
Her breath hitched, and she froze for a moment, while his hands slid under her corset and peeled it off of her. She moved to roll over again, but he pressed her down, keeping her on her belly. “No, stay like this. This is good.” His voice had still been quite gentle when he’d said that, but then it suddenly changed, turning darker, more authoritative. “How dare you accuse me of cheating?” He roughly yanked her panties down, sliding them over her legs and tossing them to the side.
Zelda’s heart skipped a beat. The payback… It would be now. “I never said that. I was just concerned that she might try to steal your heart too-”
“I don’t want to hear it.” His voice was cold and hard. Zelda felt herself growing rather tiny at the sound of it.
“I really am sorry,” she muttered.
It must be that he had been planning this, or at least been hoping for this, because from the corner of her eye, she saw him producing a twig, which he must’ve snagged from a tree on their way back to the castle. He threateningly ran it through his hand. She also noticed that his penis was already jutting out.
“On your knees, Queen Zelda.”
She swallowed. Ohh… Just like in her fantasy. The mere thought already made her feel hot. “Okay...” she said weakly. While she pushed herself up, the corset that was still lying under her, was quickly discarded of. “Feel free to punish me whichever way you like.” The twig whizzed right past her nose, when it came down hard on the mattress, startling her.
“Don’t worry. I will do that.”
“Yes,” she hissed, biting her lip. “And don’t hold back.”
The twig dragged over her butt cheek, and she gasped when it flicked against her delicate skin. “Link…!”
“You shall call me Master Link.” The twig flicked again. It almost felt like a crime to brutalise her fair skin like this. But it wasn’t hard enough to leave permanent marks. And if by any chance, there would still remain traces of it, then they would become a loving memory of this love play, instead of a reminder of some atrocious event.
Amused, rather than fazed, she wiggled her hips. “Master Link… Please...” She felt the twig tracing down, over the inside of her thighs, tickling lightly at her moistening slit. Letting out a shaky breath, she tilted her hips back, revealing more of her glistening pussy. She really hoped that he would soon grow tired of this twig, and use his hands instead. His fingers, his mouth. His tongue. “I love you,” she whimpered.
“Oh, sweet-talking now.” The twig landed on her skin again, on the small of her back, this time. “It’s not gonna help.” He teased between her legs again, and then he leaned over her, letting the twig, sticky with her juice, glide along her jaw. To his surprise, she turned her head, flicking her tongue out against it. He had to admit, that was kind of exciting. He let out a sigh of pleasant shock. Leaning back again, he rubbed the twig against her wet entrance more, and then he did the same. This time, she deliberately and languidly lapped along the twig, licking her lips as she glanced over her shoulder. There was something wild in her eyes.
“Wow...” he exhaled.
“It tastes good,” she said with a challenging grin, grinding her wet pussy against his thigh. “But you know that, right?”
With a grunt, he gave in to temptation, sinking to his knees behind her and feasting on the abundance of sweet nectar she had to offer.
Zelda moaned loudly, rubbing her breasts against the pillow for stimulation. Her little plan had worked. Men were so easy.
Frustrated by his own weakness, Link lost himself to the taste and smell of her female essence. Wicked, that’s what that girl was. Wicked. Her moans were louder and more lascivious than was needed, like a siren, who wanted to provoke a sailor. “You play dirty,” he growled, planting wet, sloppy kisses on her butt cheeks.
Zelda giggled, but in quite a fiendish way. “I don’t care. I want you. Don’t you like to see your Queen like this? Master Link? With all this hot juice dripping out of her pussy for you. It’s so impatient to receive your hard, thick rod.” She received his fingers instead, almost at the same time that his other hand slapped down against her butt, and she let out a sharp yelp.
“Not so loud, they’ll hear you, you Royal slut,” Link hissed through clenched teeth.
“They’re still in the living quarters having a night cap, I can be as loud as I friggin’ want,” Zelda replied quick-wittedly, moaning when he started stroking her. “Oh… Oh yes! Deeper! You know where I like it!”
Momentarily forgetting that this was supposed to be a punishment, he complied, finding her pleasure spot and exploiting it mercilessly. She cried out, writhing against his hand. From the way her arm was bent, he could tell that she had started rubbing her clit. He simply found it too enjoyable to see and hear her like this.
“Squeeze me more,” she panted.
He did so, dropping the twig to the mattress and kneading the plump flesh of her butt cheek. The imprints of his fingers on her flushed skin were incredibly stimulating. His mouth was automatically drawn to the other one, licking, sucking, softly biting.
Her head whipped up. “Ahn! Master Link!”
Damn vixen! He was losing control, quickly. Her readiness for him made it impossible to resist. Pulling his fingers out of her, he grabbed her shoulder and wrenched her around on the mattress. Licking his lips, he took the twig and deliberately dragged it into the puddle of her hot nectar, watching it leave a wet trail as he teased it up over her belly.
“Don’t be cruel now,” Zelda gasped in her most sweetly begging voice, pulling up her knees and spreading her legs more. “Don’t leave me hanging.”
Part of him wanted to let the beast inside of him go. Another part found it too soon to already end it. He chose to listen to that other part. Composing himself, he took a deep, slow breath. “Can you still do something else with that sweet mouth of yours?” he said in a low, husky voice, a voice of which he knew by now she liked to call it his sex-voice.
“What do you mean?” she said, somewhat irked by this interruption, although she tried to hide it with a forced smile. She gasped when Link crawled up and straddled her face, making his penis level with her mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered.
Zelda glowered up at him. Well, this position was very humiliating. “Is this still about you being upset?”
“Yes.”
“You think it’s fun for me to hear her name in my bed.”
“Our bed. And it shouldn’t matter.” The harsh tone of his voice contradicted greatly with the grin that was playing around his lips, and a thought occurred to Zelda: that from the beginning, this had never been about him being angry. This so called punishment was just the theme of their love making tonight. She had been seeing things when she thought that he would ever do this with that Hateno lass. She would never have the tip of his penis pressed up against her lips. She would never suck it inside her mouth. She would never have it between her legs. That insight immensely lightened her mood.
“Suck,” he repeated, but more gently now. “Please.”
Turning friendlier too, she flicked out her tongue against the red, gleaming head, dripping with his lust for her. She laughed softly when Link’s eye twitched. See, this was her chance to taunt him a bit too. She briefly sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, but then she let it pop out again. “Don’t give me that look,” she grinned against the pulsing underside, trailing soft kisses along it. “You know, the real thing is waiting for you down there.”
He placed both hands on the headboard, effectively looming over her, letting her know that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hardly impressed, she swiped her tongue along the angry vein. “You like to have me trapped like this?”
“Hm,” he grunted.
She found it funny how, during sex, he often reverted back to a man of primal sounds, like during that time when he hardly talked.
“You want to see it disappear into my mouth?”
“Hn… Yeah.”
With a sly smile, she slid her hands up to cup his buttocks, and she squeezed them. Watching him suck in a delighted breath, she opened her mouth and let his length slip inside. Moving her head back and forth, she met his shallow thrusts, slithering her tongue and letting the tip scrape against the roof of her mouth. She’d not done this very often yet. Her gag reflex started to tickle at the back of her throat, but she managed to suppress it. Moaning softly, she discovered that this elicited a surprised gasp from him, and she did it more. It resulted in a wave of wondrous moans, and she started sucking with more vigour. Under her fingers, she felt the muscles ripple and clench, and she squeezed and kneaded to spur him on.
“Oh… Zelda!” Link moaned, grasping at he headboard and letting his head drop forward. She looked up at him while her mouth was working to bring him satisfaction. But if he would come now… He didn’t know if he still had the energy to get it up again. And he didn’t want to leave her own desires unanswered. “S-stop!” he panted.
“Mm?” Zelda mumbled, frowning.
“Stop… Now, you gotta stop!” She did, and he quickly pulled away, grabbing at his swollen penis and squeezing the tip. He had been very close.
“Did I hurt you?” Zelda said, worried now.
Laughing softly, Link shook his head, deeming it safe to let go of his excited manhood again. “No, don’t worry.” He crawled back down and went sitting between her legs. With a serious look, he slid his hands up under the hollows of her knees, and pushed her legs further apart. Her entrance, all nice and pink and shiny, was twitching enthusiastically, as if it wanted to beckon him, and he would indulge in it right this moment. He briefly wondered when he had stopped caring about how he had meant to teach Zelda a lesson. It didn’t matter. He was – she had got him – too horny. “Now, onto ‘the real thing’,” he growled. “I want to come inside you.”
“Hm, yes, give me your hot seed,” Zelda urged, grabbing his arms when he placed them at either side of her. She let out a happy moan when he pushed inside. His eyes assured her that the teasing was done and he would get down to business, and it sparked the fire in her loins. Something told her that they both wouldn’t last long. She had almost reached her peak when he’d been fingering her, and he too, just now… She let her eyes drop shut when he started moving. The heat from his body, the smell from his sweat, there was something about it tonight that drove her insane. Maybe it was the ring around her finger that made everything feel so much more intense.
Link grunted while he thrust into her. Dipping his head, he nipped at her lips, before tracing kisses down to her neck. Her sweet perfume mixed with her natural scent would probably never fail to get his hormones going. Already, he could feel her convulsing around him. The sound of her moans started to change, and he knew that, within moment, he’d be able to let it all go. The fingers on his arms tightened, her head pressed back into the pillow, her thigh muscles started to clench.
“Yes...” she panted. “Go on… I’m coming!”
Lifting his head, he looked down to see her ecstatic face, her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks pink and shiny. With a deep throaty moan, he released inside her welcoming sheath.
Zelda smiled when she felt his heat streaming into her, enjoying the sound of his surrender. Cracking her eyes open again, she saw his face, flushed and sweaty and scrunched up with pleasure. She happily let herself be crushed by his weight when he more or less sprawled on top of her. Having rid themselves of all the pent up energy and adrenaline from this day, now they could fall asleep. Her fingers lovingly caressed his heaving back, while she planted a tender kiss on his shoulder. Gently nudging at him, he was at last moved to roll off her.
“So, Royal slut, huh?” Zelda said.
“Oh, don’t you even try to deny it, miss give-me-your-hot-seed,” Link replied, his spirit returned.
She giggled. “You’re right.” Then she stretched languidly against him, sighing out a slow and content moan.
“Did you like the way I proposed?” he murmured, sneaking his arms around her.
“Yes,” she smiled fondly, her eyes sparkling. “It was very well thought up. Very clever to involve children in it. It will become a fond memory.” One that would never fail to flood her body with goose bumps, each time she would think back upon it. One that she would be happy to tell their own children about, or anyone who wished to hear it. “It was perfect. Thank you.”
Link was just about to reach for the lantern, when Zelda sat up, pricking her ears. “Do you hear that?” There was a scraping, ticking noise at the door. “What is that?”
Link let himself fall back on the bed. “I think it might be your pet guardian.”
“Terrako, is that you?”
They heard an answering bleep at the other side of the door.
“He probably misses you.”
Putting on her dressing gown, Zelda headed for the door. The animated assembly of metal and screws came bounding in the moment she had opened it. Link bit back a moan. Now this…
Stooping and holding out her arms, Zelda went after him. Through the crack of the door, they could hear the muted voices of their guests, who were also turning in for the night.
“Good night!” they heard Riju calling from outside. They didn’t know if it was directed at them, but Zelda replied with a ‘good night’ of her own. A similar echo came from the others. She rushed to close the door again. Meanwhile, Link had managed to catch Terrako, although the little ball of energy seemed to be a bit flustered by his naked state.
“Zelda, can you switch him off?” Link said, holding him with outstretched arms. She took him from Link and went sitting on the bed with him.
“Terrako, we would like to sleep now, okay? Us humans need to sleep.” Terrako busily bleeped away. “It’s a kind of… a stand-by mode, if you want,” Zelda continued explaining. “Can you also go into stand-by mode?” More bleeping, of which they both hoped it meant “yes, I can”. She put him next to her and went lying on her side of the bed, gesturing for Link to do the same. “You can sleep in between us, okay?”
With a little sigh, Link finally put out the lantern. Great. It was like they had kids already.

Later that night, as if the universe wanted to punish her for those mean thoughts she’d been having about Ivee, she was woken by a sudden thought, the sharp realisation that right about now, she was almost halfway through her monthly cycle. As if Divine Retribution had a play in it. If she had to believe Liselle, then…
Oh crap. How was she going to tell this to Link?
Pretty soon, she would be ovulating.

She woke up the next morning with a disgraceful snore, only to find out that her leg was stretched up in the air. It took her a moment to focus. It had been a short night, but her sleep had been filled with dreams of rings and brightly coloured flowers and all kinds of cheerful party noises. And sex with Link. She was pretty sure that, the evening before, she had fallen asleep with her dressing gown on, but somehow, she was now naked again. Groggily looking around, she found it crumpled under her. Link must’ve taken it off while she was still asleep.
And her leg was still up in the air. It was held there by Link’s hands. His lips were on the inside of her thigh, kissing up and down.
“Link, don’t. I’m still tired,” Zelda groaned.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to do anything,” Link mumbled against her warm skin. “Just open your legs.”
She didn’t take that as an insult; she loved to open her legs for him. That was not the problem. “We shouldn’t do this right now. Stop making it so hard.”
“You’re making it hard.” He nudged her with his stiffened penis.
“Link,” Zelda laughed, in spite of herself. “It’s not funny.” Then her eyes shot open. “Wait, where’s Terrako?”
“Out.” His mouth was on her hip bone now, and her leg was back down. He backed away when she veered up.
“Did you kick him out just so you could do this?”
“No, I didn’t kick him out. He wanted to leave himself. I even lit the fireplace while I was up,” he said, pointing to the fireplace in their bedroom. It was cold on this autumn morning. “Might take a while before we feel it, though.”
“Oh, well, that’s good, thank you,” Zelda mumbled.
“Terrako’s internal clock must’ve told him it was time to get up.”
“Hn, just like your ‘internal clock’ knows when to get up,” she said, eyeing his morning erection.
“You know it,” Link grinned, leaning over her again.
Zelda sighed. “But I mean it, though. Right now, let’s not.”
Link could do nothing but stare. “Why not?”
“Its almost time for my ovulation.”
“Your what?” Link said, mystified. Clearly, he had never heard that word before in his life.
“If we do it now, there’s a chance I might get pregnant. If you indeed are perfect, then you will understand.”
“Oh. Right.” He started inching towards the edge of the bed. “Guess I’ll go grab my sword then and… go slash some things. Or sit in a cold fountain, or so.”
“Unless...”
As if a rubber band had drawn him back, he was instantly sitting at her side again. “Unless?”
“If you think that you have the mettle to pull out right before you come...”
Right away, his blood started to circulate again, transporting his hormones there where they needed to be. “Oh, I got mettle.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely sure?”
“Absolutely, 100 % sure. I guarantee that not a drop of my seed will reach your olu… olvu… Your belly.”
She laughed while he leaned back over her, letting herself ease back onto the pillow. “My ovulation. And it’s not a place, it’s an occurrence.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled. His lips and his hands were already back on her soft skin, which was quickly coming alive with excitement. He could see it flushing, answering to his touch. There was not a trace of tiredness in her body language any more. It wasn’t only the morning chill that made her shiver either. But if the poor thing was cold, then he could heat her up in no time, in a far more pleasant way than the flames from the fireplace. Judging by the look on her face, she was looking forward to that too. The sound that came out of her mouth when he crawled between her legs again sounded a bit nervous. It was the first time they would do it like this, and probably not the last time. It was a new kind of endurance he would have to develop, and it would add an entirely different kind of excitement to their love making.
Only one way to practise it.
He swiped his tongue against her lips, and she eagerly licked back. They teased each other for a bit, and then he let his tongue slide into her mouth, swallowing her sighs. When he nudged against her entrance, he could feel that she was already wet. She wouldn’t need much foreplay. If it wouldn’t be for this ovu-thingamajing, there’d be no stopping her.
Zelda felt the familiar tingles running down her lower body when she felt his hardness touching at her moistening slit. His hands on her body had her sighing into his warm mouth, and a little upward thrust from her hips was all it took to lure him inside. There was a hungry flicker in her eyes when he pushed into her, and she let her head fall back. “Yes...” she hissed, biting her lip. She felt his tongue on the exposed skin of her neck, and she ran her fingers over his back. It was funny how, right now, his stiff length throbbing inside of her felt like a weapon that was pointed at her uterus, dangerous and risky, while it never used to be much of an issue, before. But even so, there was no denying the rush it caused. If anything, it was even more exhilarating. Their eyes met when he started a rhythm. There was desire in his, trust in hers. And then they just stopped thinking and let their bodies take over.
She pressed her chest up against his, to express her subtle wish to be touched there. She moaned when he took the hint and grabbed her breast, squeezing and running his thumb over the sensitive nipple. His head dipped down again, suckling and nibbling along her jaw, and she let her head drop to the side. She panted aloud when the pace sped up and the intensity and depth of his thrusts increased. “Ah… Link...” she whimpered. “It feels so good.” The heady perfume of their sweat and their sex juices filled her head, making it spin. Meanwhile, Link started to sound like he was gonna lose control very soon. “Link, it’s imperative that you...”
“I know,” Link growled, working towards his goal with feverish commitment. He would not give up his newly earned seal of perfection. “I can do it. You just enjoy, okay?” His eyes were closed, blocking the vision of her blushing face, that would otherwise push him over the edge. This game of stamina, he’d done it only a couple of days ago, when he’d wanted to make her come twice. It would be the same principle. If he could do it then, then he could do it now too. Just focus on something else. Physical passion and mental apathy. Quite a feat when she was moaning and gasping the way she was. He’d never imagined it would be so stressful to love a woman. He’d told her to enjoy, and that’s just what she was doing. Her muscles already started to clench, the ones outside, but the ones inside too. Automatically, the image of her blissful face floated in front of his closed eyelids at the sounds he heard, but he tried his very hardest to think of something else, determined to stave off the eruption.
“Ahn… Link, I’m close!” she whined.
Yeah, me too! Link though. “Go on then,” he groaned. “If you wanna come, then do so. I’ll try to hold out until after you’ve had yours.” Only a couple of moments later, he felt her go rigid under him, releasing a cry that came from deep inside.
It was almost time. Even though she was still in the middle of her orgasm, he was no longer able to ward off this almighty, unstoppable urge. Her inner walls were rippling around him with torturous delight, and he could no longer stop his balls from drawing tight. His eyes snapped open, looking down upon the steaming image of her face twisted in ecstasy. He quickly pulled out, his hand flying towards his painful penis, slicked by her natural lubrication, and started stroking like mad. Her hand also shot down, her fingers rubbing at her clit to compensate for his sudden absence. Once his seed started to forcefully spew out, Zelda could not tear her eyes away from it. Up until now, it had always been swallowed by either her mouth or her pussy. It went everywhere. On her belly, her breasts, her mouth, even her hair, she thought. There was so much of it. Then it started to slow down to a dribble, thick drops of it landing on her swollen entrance.
Link watched the thick dollops of semen forming at her pussy, and he smeared it all out with the tip of his penis while he came down from his high. This view… He would take it with him in this week of solo-sex. “This is okay, right,” he panted. “My seed… It can still be on your pussy?”
“Y-yes,” Zelda nodded, slightly amazed. Her fingers were still rubbing, but at a much slower pace, nursing her little nubbin until the nerves in it had calmed down. Then she started to scoop up the smudges of Link’s cream with her fingers, not really sure what to do with it.
Link laughed, almost apologetically. “What a mess. I’m so sorry.”
“Well… the room has warmed up now,” Zelda said with a somewhat clueless smile, using the blanked to wipe herself. “We won’t be needing this any more.” When she was more or less clean, she tossed it to the foot end of the bed, and snuggled close to Link. They lay like that for a while. An idea popped into Zelda’s head. “Maybe you should take the soldiers on a training camp. Today, and for the rest of the week.”
Link frowned, propping himself up on his elbow. “Are you punishing me for showing you how much I love you?” He sounded confused, not really sure whether he should feel angry, insulted or disappointed by that.
“You don’t have to see it like that. It would take your mind off it. If you wouldn’t be here, we both wouldn’t be tempted. Besides, don’t you think it would be good for the soldiers, to train in different areas of the Kingdom? Wouldn’t it be useful for them to know how to fight on the sandy grounds of the Gerudo Desert? Or in the hot, volcanic air of the Gorons?”
“I suppose it could be useful for them to learn how to sand ski,” Link admitted begrudgingly. And then his head hopefully veered up when a sudden thought occurred to him. “Oh, but… I need to protect you, I can’t go away.”
But Zelda was relentless. “This training camp is only for the new recrutes, more experienced soldiers can stay here. Cassian can protect me.”
Link sighed. “I hate it when you’re right. Today’s short notice, though.”
“When there’s a war, or an enemy attack, it’s also short notice.”
“Hm,” he grunted. “What are you gonna do during my absence?”
Zelda sprang up like a child who was about to divulge some very exciting news. “I plan to go see Purah. Since she doesn’t leave the lab, she wouldn’t know about our engagement. Oh, and after that, I must go see Impa too.”
“Purah will hear it eventually from Symin. And Impa from Paya, or someone else.”
“I just wish to go tell them personally. And after that, the rest of the week…” She sighed loudly and shrugged. “Drink a lot of alcohol, I guess.”
With a loud exhale, Link let himself fall down again. He stared at the ceiling, coming to terms with the idea that, out of nowhere, he’d go on a week long excursion. “Well, while you’re at Hateno Village, say hi to Ivee when you see her.”
Clearly, he’d said it without thinking, but Zelda didn’t really mind. Glancing down at her engagement ring, she let out a somewhat malicious snigger. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

To be continued…

Author’s Note: If it sometimes takes a bit longer before I add a new chapter, please don’t worry. I won’t abandon this story, unless I die in a car crash or something. Preferably not, but you know, it could happen.
Next up: civilized cat fight between Zelda and Ivee.
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