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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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Lucid (Skyward Sword Link, Zelda, & Impa)

Link And His Ladies

Part 60 - "The Past"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: August 8, 2013

(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. Skyward Sword Link, Zelda, and Impa were all suggested by the user MontanaInc187, and while Skyward Sword Zelda or Impa may have been suggested before, I give him credit because it was his specific request that had me work with them.)

As Link and Epona walked through the foggy forest, they constantly followed Navi’s instructions, heading solely in the direction that she had pointed them in. It was a lonely journey, with Link and Epona never setting eyes on another living thing, besides each other. It was empty territory, dead land, devoid of everything but the thick, stout trees. If it weren’t for the fairy gathering behind them, Link might’ve assumed that the two were being watched by shy fairies, but with the gathering in mind, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were the only two living creatures existing within miles of territory. With the oppressive silence hanging over them, the hours dragged on, draining bits and pieces of Link’s energy in the process. Soon, his eyelids were drooping, his thoughts drifting into darkness. He jolted himself awake, trying to fight the lull of sleep. Epona kept walking, smoothly moving beneath him, almost rocking him to sleep with the consistent movements of her body. He resisted, but eventually, his chin dropped, his head tilting forwards as his eyes fell closed. Epona didn’t notice her rider’s drop in attentiveness, loyally continuing along the path, stoically treading through the dark woodland...
For a time, Link was in darkness. Before the voice spoke, he may as well have not existed. Before the voice, he was unaware of himself, of his surroundings, even of the concept of time. He could’ve been in the darkness forever, or perhaps seconds. It was only the arrival of the voice that unlocked the door to his senses. “Ah...So, you’re back.” The voice said. Considering the soft volume, the light pitch, and the gentle tone, he naturally assumed that it was a female speaking to him. Whoever the woman was, however, she was invisible, Link’s field of vision muffled with tyrannical blackness. He couldn’t recognize the voice, but the dainty hand that came to his upper back at least allowed him to pinpoint her location. She softly touched his tunic top, gently stroking upwards and downwards, feeling the material of his clothing. “The other land was not kind to you, was it? It was a bleak situation...Regardless, you persevered, and saved countless innocents. You truly have the spirit of the favoured warrior.”
Link tried to turn his head to look at her, but he couldn’t make anything out, from over his shoulder. “I know we hurt you, Link...But, it was necessary. You do not see things the way we see them. We see everything that was, everything that will be, everything that could’ve been and could be. For every choice, for every opportunity, there is another time.” Link listened, feeling a second hand come to his back, touching the left side of his upper back. A second woman said “For every woman that we sent to you, Hero, we delayed the inevitable, and cut ourselves off from more and more choices. ‘Tis regrettable, but even more regrettable would’ve been denying you, and the others, the fruits of love and passion. Those things exist for a reason...They are next to godliness.” A third hand touched his back, going over his spine. A third voice joined in, saying “There were a dozen different ways you could’ve gone to Termina, but we steadily lost the chances to use them. If you hadn’t gone, it would’ve been disastrous...You were fated to go. Defying fate, defying what was supposed to happen, would’ve caused complications in the flow of time. We hurt you to prevent hurting everything else...”
Link felt the hands slip under his arms, two on his right, one on his left. He could faintly feel the arms attached to them, something barely pressing up against his back. It felt like three individuals were hugging him from behind, although each individual was only using a single arm for the embrace. Their voices went lower, whispering behind his ears. “We are fond of you, Hero...Just as Hylia was. We have been fond of every incarnation of your’s, ever since the genesis. Despite that...This will be the last time we see each other. We will not interfere in your life, again. We will try not to directly interfere with the lives of your descendants...But we want you to know that we have been watching, and will continue to do so...”
Link opened his mouth, feeling their hands spread out over his chest, each hand holding him tight and protectively. “Hylia...I’ve heard that name before. Lake Hylia. That was...A person. Wasn’t it?” One of the hands rubbed at his chest. Link began to feel their breaths tickle the back of his neck, the object pushing against his back gaining definition. Now, he could clearly feel three separate bodies hugging him from behind, each pressing hard together as they kept their chests to his upper back, their bellies to his lower back. It almost felt like they were competing for limited space, each subtly struggling to put as much of their bodies against him as possible. “Yes...She’s gone, now. She’s been gone for quite some time. But, in a sense, she will never leave...And the same could be said of you, Link. The Chosen Warrior has been gone since the days of old...But, you will forever continue on. Demise’s hate will never be extinguished. Because of that, Hylia’s love will forever drive her to shelter. As a direct consequence, the Warrior’s courage will always champion Hylia, her people, and his land...Perpetuating Demise’s sworn oath, in turn. None of the three will end, they depend on each other to exist, and as such, they will go on into infinity.”
“I don’t..Really understand.” Link slowly said, in faint confusion. “That’s alright...We’re speaking to you of things that only your spirit understands. We regret interfering with your life, Link...We were hasty, short-sighted, and, as I personally believe, reckless to an unbecoming degree. We toyed with the fabrics of reality and time, when a little bit of patience would’ve prevented certain problems. Instead of plucking girls and ladies out of their natural place and time, we could’ve simply spoken with your ancestors...But, I suppose we wouldn’t have, considering our decision to remain distant, from this point onwards. Our current actions proves that we must’ve remained true to our current resolve, in regards to the future. If we didn’t, then surely...” One of the three hands, the fingers spread wide apart, pressed tenderly over the center of his chest.
“What she means, Hero, is that we wish to give you a glimpse of what lies in your soul...A look back at something your spirit remembers. You were, you are, and you will continue to be. In your heart, you possess something that has lived since the dawn of creation, since we created your world and left it in the hands of Hylia. With that in mind, you, yourself, could be considered a deity. But, we will not force it upon you...We shall not push matters, like we have done in the past. If you do not wish to see, we will respect your wish...” Link looked downwards, looking to the chest of his tunic. The three hands resting over him were clearly visible, and Link noticed that, for a strangely unsurprising reason, the hands appeared to be made of pure gold. Each arm had golden, reflective skin, almost appearing metallic, while the nails on each of the collective fifteen fingers were about an inch long, perfectly shaped and immaculately white. “I’m not sure what you mean...Who’s Demise? Who is Hylia, exactly? And, I don’t think I’m this “Warrior” you keep referring to...” Link quietly said.
“Do you wish to see, Hero? We can show you the past...Show you Hylia’s first mortal body. Your first reincarnation. That can be our final gift to you, before we step out of your life...A glimpse of eternity, and the loop you have found yourself within. Greater understanding and wisdom.” Link was silent, for several seconds. His lips set in a neutral line, his eyes half-closed, he gazed down at their hands, eventually saying “...I’m curious. I’m not sure what you expect me to make sense of, but if you think I’m ready to see something like that, then...I suppose I accept.” “This is not something to be taken lightly, Link...Do you really want to see this? It’ll be proof that you’ve been fighting, for many different lifetimes...”
Link smiled, faintly. “Show me what you want to show me. I’ll decide for myself whether to believe it, or not. That’s all I’ll guarantee you.” “We wouldn’t expect anything less, Hero.” One of the voices breathed out, just behind one of his ears. Golden forms appeared in his peripheral vision, Link quickly looking left and right. A golden arm reached over his right shoulder, extended outwards in front of him. Over his left shoulder, another two arms appeared, extended out like the first. “Let us shape the dream, shape the scene.” One of the voices said. Link’s expression turned blank. A key seemed to turn in his mind, undoing a lock. “Wait. I’m dreaming, right now?” He asked, clearly a little surprised. Golden light began to wash out from the three hands, spreading out on the air like sparkling yellow clouds. One of the three voices, sounding unusually hesitant, mumbled out “Er...Yeah. This is just a dream. We thought this would be better, rather than manipulating the real world. There’s no consequences, in dreams.”
The golden light continued to wash out, starting to swirl around him. The blackness began to yield to the glittering light, slowly receding, fading. Link started to smile, awareness sparking inside his mind. “So, if this is a dream, I’m just asleep...In which case, this is all happening inside my mind.” “Um...That’s correct.” One of the voices slowly said, wary of where his train of thought would take him. Link’s eyes started to narrow. A high-pitched sound began to appear as the darkness was evicted from the space around Link, the trilling noise rapidly rising in volume. Link’s smile turned into a growing grin as he knowingly said “And if this is all in my mind, wouldn’t that mean that, technically, I can control this however I want? Doesn’t the final decision on everything, even reality, ultimately fall to me?” “Um...” One of the voices mumbled, the three hands starting to slip back from his chest. The trilling noise reached a climax as Link’s brow sunk.
The final shackles of sleep began to undo as he said “And if I can control everything, doesn’t that mean that I can do whatever I want, or make whatever I want happen?” “That’s not...Entirely untrue.” One voice mumbled. The darkness vanished entirely, the noise suddenly dropping in volume until it disappeared. The three hands continued to slip away from him, moving back towards the sides of his torso. At the same time, the three bodies pushing against him from behind began to fade, pulling back. Link’s grin went from ear-to-ear as he reached full lucidity. Suddenly stepping away from the hands, he made the three of them gasp, quickly turning around to face them once he was away from their touch. “Then first things first. I wanna see each of you.” Immediately, three figures started materializing. “Crap. I told you this’d have complications.” One of the voices mumbled, three humanoid figures becoming defined against the golden backdrop.
After a moment, the golden background turned white, making the figures glaringly obvious. Looking them up and down, Link smiled, not all that surprised by the sight of them. Their bodies were nude and golden, their skin somewhat reflective. However, despite their nudity, there wasn’t really anything to see. If anything, the three almost appeared genderless, each lacking nipples as well as a set of genitals between their thighs. They were largely identical to one another, with the trio possessing the exact same height and physique. They each had slim, womanly bodies, possessing just enough curvature to denote them as female without making them overly sexually appealing. Their faces were identical to one another, flawless and almost abnormally beautiful. Each possessed the same amount of pout in their lips, the same shape for their noses, the same long, golden hair that reached their shoulder blades behind them.
If anything, the three could’ve been triplets, with the only thing to differentiate them being their eye colours. Their eyes were solid colours, with no sclera, iris, or pupil defined, leaving their eyes entire orbs of colour. The one to the left of the three had completely red eyes, while the one in the center had solid blue eyes, leaving the third with vivid green eyes. Their identities were immediately obvious to Link, even if he had never seen them in such traditional forms, before.
Link’s grin turned to a knowing smile, the Hero of Time crossing his arms over his chest. Nayru looked at Link gently, holding her hands together in front of her stomach, folding them together. “Hero, we apologize for entering your mind, but we had been listening when you spoke with Navi, again...We knew you didn’t want to speak with us. We thought that this way would be more...Acceptable.” Link didn’t respond, simply staring at the three of them, still smiling. Farore stepped forwards, saying “I’m sorry for acting a little surprised, when we first came here...I didn’t want you to know that we had been aware of your return. We didn’t intend on you becoming aware, here...Since you’re lucid now, though, it’d be impolite of us to try keeping the reins, so...It’s up to you to let us show you our vision.” Link glanced at Farore, then blinked and looked over at Din. Din looked at his eyes, blinked, and quietly looked off to the side. Obviously, she was uncomfortable with meeting his eyes.
Link looked back to Nayru, singling her out for his gaze. Nayru gazed back, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable under his unblinking, accusing stare. “Hero...Are you still upset with us? Truly?” She eventually asked. Link didn’t respond, his smile persisting as he looked over at Farore. Farore slowly took a step back, coming back beside Nayru. Barely meeting his eyes, she fidgeted, a little, as she said “Ah...Eh heh...I see you naturally made us look like your legends. I suppose our true forms would be out of your comprehension. Heh...” She chuckled somewhat nervously, glancing at her sisters. Link blinked, then looked back to Nayru. “Show me what you wanted to show me. Let’s see it, already.” He flatly said. The three of them perked up, raising their eyebrows. In seconds, the scene began to form, an environment beginning to materialize from the white around them. “Let us explain, Hero...A long, long time ago...There was a place named Skyloft, and a young man named Link...” Nayru softly said, smiling serenely.
With greatly exaggerated boredom, Link said “I don’t know what Skyloft is, so I’m just gonna say that this story takes place in the Temple of Time.” Nayru’s mouth hung open a crack, her eyes going confused as she said “But, then the story doesn’t make any...!” She trailed off as Farore and Din looked over at her. Din just shrugged in resignation, Farore sighing peacefully. Nayru let out a sigh, as well. Abruptly, the Temple of Time appeared around the four of them, the quartet standing in the great hall of the building. With a white tiled floor polished to an almost reflective shine, the walls were crafted from creamy stone, the ceiling largely consumed by blackness. Light crept into the building from the tall stained glass windows lining either side of the great hall, the entrance hallway on the far side of the hall well-lit with sunlight. Behind the four of them, the pedestal with the three Spiritual Stones could be seen, along with the opened Doors of Time.
Nayru slowly looked around, taking in a deep breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. “Very well...” She acceded. Looking back to Link, she tried to pick up where she left off, resuming her serene storyteller tone. “The first reincarnation of the Warrior, a young Skyloft Knight named Link, was attempting to find and protect the princess Zelda, the first mortal reincarnation of Hylia. A Sheikah, named Impa, was attempting to defend Zelda from the demon Ghirahim-” Link interrupted Nayru a second time, blurting out “I don’t know who that is, and I don’t even like that name. Let’s cut them out of the story.” Nayru made a surprised little squeak, raising her eyebrows. Farore looked at Link with disappointment, quickly saying “Link, you can’t just change the story around however you want!” Link smiled, then said “Sure I can. This is my mind, my dream.” Din furrowed her brow, huffily saying “Link, if you’re still upset about the thing with Navi-”
Link, without hesitation, cut her off, as well. “I don’t wanna talk about that. Stick to the story.”
“But-”
“No buts, Din. Story time. Go on, Nayru.”
Nayru gazed at Link, for a few seconds, before an additional three figures began to materialize, in the great hall. Link’s self-assured smile started to turn into an interested grin as the three figures materialized. The first to appear was Link’s so-called ancestor, the man whose soul Link’s apparently came from. Link had to admit, he was surprised, at first. The man was clearly a different individual, but the similarities between himself and his supposed ancestor were startlingly similar. The man was just as tall as Link was, nary an inch taller or shorter. Like himself, the other man possessed shaggy, sandy blonde hair, his bangs wild and unkempt. Like Link, the other man’s eyes were deep blue in colour, hardened with inner ferocity. Unlike himself, however, the man’s ears were pierced, a tiny blue earring dotting both earlobes. Like Link, he wore a long green tunic with a matching green hat, a chainmail shirt resting beneath.
Beneath the chainmail, he wore a white cotton shirt, preventing the metal links from resting over his bare skin. The opened collar of the cotton shirt stuck out over both the chainmail shirt and tunic, adding a look that Link, himself, had to admit was charming. He momentarily wondered if he’d look as cool, should he try to pull off the same look. Brown leather straps went over the other man’s torso, a diagonal strip going over his right shoulder, coming down by the left side of his waist. Another, smaller strip branched off from the first over Link’s chest, going back under his right arm to create a harness, of sorts. Fastened securely to his back was a familiar sheath, holding an all too familiar blade; long, with a blue body, the scabbard was edged and decorated with gold, the mark of the Triforce emblazoned on both sides of the body.
The handle, sticking out over the man’s right shoulder, displayed the instantly recognizable crossguard, handle, and pommel of the Master Sword, the blue and gold metal looking the same in the other Link’s era as it did in his own. Wrapped around his waist was a brown leather belt, buckled with a large silver fastening. Over his wrists, he wore a dark blue pair of defenders, dark brown fingerless gloves on his hands. He wore a pair of tan, baggy pants to go with the tunic, his pantlegs tucked into the light brown boots he wore.
It only took Link a moment to realize that the second figure had to be Zelda’s apparent ancestor, but it took him a few seconds to pick out the similarities. By his reckoning, Zelda’s spiritual ancestor didn’t much look like the Zelda he knew. Along with a slightly differing facial structure that made her look a bit more girl-like, this other Zelda had a much slimmer physique. The Zelda he knew did not possess an extravagantly curvy body, to be sure, but she had curves enough to make it clear that she had fully developed into her womanly figure. This second Zelda had breasts so small that they were barely palmable, and although she had a rather small waist, her hips weren’t much wider. The second Zelda could’ve been younger than the Zelda he knew, but if so, there couldn’t have been a big difference. The two couldn’t have been more than a year or two apart, if that. Like the Zelda he knew, this other Zelda had long, bright blonde hair, her strands incredibly straight and smooth.
Her bangs had been cut to a uniform length, creating a steady neatness over her forehead. Twin manes of her long hair had been put together over the sides of her face, hanging down in front of her pointed ears so far that they actually reached her chest. The manes were kept together with turquoise and pink ribbon, decorating the two ponytail-like collections of her golden strands. Behind her, the rest of her hair had been decorated similarly, kept together with ribbon into a neat collection. Her eyes, exactly like both Links’, were a deep, reflective blue. She didn’t wear a shred of cosmetics, to Link’s mild surprise. It had been some time since he had seen a woman completely forgo beauty products. She wore a fuchsia dress with a number of accessories, the neckline of the dress coming down to her collar bones. The sleeves to the dress ended just before her wrists, while the bottom hem ended just past her knees.
The edges to the sleeves and the hem around her knees shared a similar pattern, both possessing square-like trimming in golden thread. Golden trimming went around the dress’ neckhole, culminating in an unusual design over Zelda’s chest, the angular design holding a large blue jewel, in the center. The jewel, flawlessly cut and shaped into a sideways square, was seemingly embedded into the fabric of her dress, becoming one with it. A white cloth was wrapped around her shoulders, going under her arms to leave her chest exposed while keeping her upper back concealed. The cloth, reaching the elbows of both arms, was tied together in a knot over the middle of her back, keeping it in place. She wore a green bracelet on both wrists, the bracelets designed with openings both angular and circular, allowing her skin to breathe through. Around her waist, she wore two different belts, both at an angle thanks to support from a single hip each.
One belt, supported by her right hip, was formed from golden plate-like circles, kept together thanks to tiny gold links. The other belt, supported by her left hip, was a dark gray sash, cinched together with a circular buckle. Hanging below the buckle was the final length of the sash, ending in numerous golden tassels. The silver buckle, ridged at the edges all around the perimeter, had a blue jewel embedded into it, much like her dress. Like her dress, the jewel was shaped like a sideways square. Hanging from the sash over her left thigh was a blue banner-like cloth, proudly displaying the mark of the Royal Family in white, displaying a symbol not unlike a stylized Triforce with wings. Finally, she wore a pair of dark brown leather boots, similar in appearance to Link’s, although her’s possessed raised heels.
The third figure, Link didn’t recognize in the slightest. She was remarkably tall, at least a full head taller than Link, himself. She had dark, mocha-tinted skin, while her hair was bright, pure blonde. She had an incredibly slim figure, even thinner than Zelda’s. She had the body of an agile warrior, thin and lithe, very little meat to speak of on her bones. As a result, she possessed very little feminine curve, with her chest, hips, and rear all being lean. Her hair was drawn tight over her head, pulled into a thin, whip-like ponytail over the upper right corner of her hairline. The ponytail was kept in place thanks to three crimson rings, the tiny rings little more than beads. Her eyes, full of pride and strength, were coloured like amber, marked with eyeliner to make them stand out. She had numerous tattoos over her face, the most prominent of which being the Eye of the Sheikah, tattooed into her forehead with red ink. Beneath each eye, a black stripe had been tattooed into her cheekbones, supporting each eye from below.
A large white teardrop had been tattooed beneath her left eye, and combined with the three white teardrops just above her upper eyelid, a second Eye of the Sheikah was created with her own eye. She wore a tight sheath-like covering for her body, the sleeveless garment fitting over her all in one piece. From above the waist, the black garment was nearly skin-tight, fitting over her like a second skin. Below the waist, however, it loosened considerably, allowing the pantlegs to shift and sway. At the very top of the garment, three red rings went around her neck, keeping the front of the garment elevated. The garment lacked straps, lacking a rear entirely, leaving her upper back entirely exposed. Gold designs crawled over her chest, while over her abdomen, a third Eye of the Sheikah had been designed.
More golden designs trailed down her legs, finishing at the tightened sections of the pantlegs around her calves. Thin, white bandages had been wrapped around her forearms in a criss-cross pattern, creating diamonds in her flesh before getting knotted off. A wide crimson belt went around her waist, connected by a large metal ring, just over her stomach. Multiple long, red feathers hung from the left side of the belt, flowing down her left thigh. To finish off the elaborate outfit, she wore a snug pair of fabric shoes, wrapped tight around her feet while exposing her toes. A broad red anklet kept the shoes secure at her ankles, while just above, the footwear remained open in a flared cone-like shape.
Nayru smiled, looking at the three figures contently. “Here we have them. One of your ancestors, Link...A young man who went by the same name. Then we have Zelda, the very first reincarnation of Hylia. And, finally, Impa, who-”
“H-Hang on, hang on. This, this here? This is supposed to be Impa?” Link asked, with clear amusement. Walking up to the still, statue-like body of Impa, he was grinning widely, pointing at her with one arm. Nayru momentarily frowned at being interrupted, once again. “Yes, she was a very important figure in Hylia and Zelda’s life. She was a great warrior, a staunch bodyguard.” “I don’t doubt that she’s capable in combat. I doubt she’s Impa’s ancestor.” Farore piped up, raising a hand to chest-height as she said “Well, we didn’t exactly say that she was her ancestor-” Link interrupted her as well, not even looking at her as he said “Hang on, I think I know what the problem is...” Looking back to Impa, Link grinned, his eyes going wide. Suddenly, Impa’s chest and rear exploded with growth, her clothing tearing apart as her curves swelled exponentially. In just a second or two, her breasts had grown larger than her head, creating expansive pillows of silky soft flesh over her chest.
The lower half of her garment fared better than the upper half, but it still began to tear under the strain of Impa’s burgeoning rump. Link crossed his arms over his chest, still grinning. Din raised her golden eyebrows, while Nayru and Farore both started gaping at the mouth. “L-Link! Impa didn’t look like that! How does that make sense?” Farore indignantly cried out. Link shrugged, his eyes going half-closed. “I dunno. I guess I went overboard. Sure looks good, though.” Link watched her curves shrink back down, her breasts becoming a much more realistic, although still somewhat large, size. Her backside slimmed back down as well, turning Impa much less voluptuous by the time the readjusting had finished. “There. Now she looks more like the Impa I know. Nothing says that a warrior can’t be a little curvy, too.” Link casually said. Din furrowed her brow, almost stomping her foot as she gruffly said “Link, she didn’t look like that. It makes no sense. She’s not the Impa you know, and she doesn’t have the curves your Impa does. Now, turn her back, or we’re not telling you any more of the story!”
Link’s lips pouted off to the side, his lack of amusement obvious. Contentiously, he said “Fine, she can go back. You three have no sense of humour.” Impa’s curves virtually disappeared, reverting her to her lithe physique. A moment later, her clothes had been sewn back together, leaving her properly covered once again. Nayru sighed faintly, trying once more to get her story underway. “Well...Zelda was safe again, thanks to Link and Impa. It’s a cycle that has been repeated many times, and will continue to be repeated...You, Link, have the soul of a warrior destined to be a hero. There will always be forces that want to threaten Zelda, and because of that, you will always shield her...Your souls are bound because of her love for you, and your allegiance towards what she stands for.” “If you say so.” Link skeptically stated, looking over towards the second Link and Zelda.
“I don’t recall saving Zelda when I went to Termina.” Link added, raising an eyebrow. Din and Nayru glanced at each other. Farore hesitantly said “Well, there are exceptions to the rule. You may be bound to Zelda, but you’re still a hero. You’re still capable of great deeds. Those great deeds don’t always have to be rescuing her or Hyrule from peril.” “Huh.” Link slowly said, with even more cynicism. Din, a little defensively, crossed her arms over her chest. Lowering her chin, she coolly said “Link, it’s pretty obvious that you’re still upset with us. Instead of playing this game, why don’t we actually talk about it and fix the problem?” Link chuckled, his grin strengthening. Pointing at each of the three figures as he spoke, he said “I’m not seeing much to make me believe this hoopla about eternal cycles, and whatnot. So, some guy existed ages ago, and he looks like me. Coincidence. And this woman, here, looks more like Zelda’s younger, slimmer sister. And her, well, she doesn’t look at all like the Impa I know. She looks more like a Gerudo, than anything else. This story hasn’t gone anywhere.”
Nayru’s brow twitched downwards. “You haven’t let me get very far, or portray much accuracy.” She simply pointed out, gesturing at the environment around them. Link glanced at her, his own brow furrowing as he said “I bet I could come up with a more interesting story.” Farore looked at Link in confused exasperation, blurting out “But, the point of the story isn’t to be interesting, it’s just to-” “Farore, it’s quite alright.” Nayru gently interrupted, raising a hand towards her sister goddess. Nayru subtly raised her chin as she gazed at Link, calmly saying “Very well, Hero. You seem fairly certain that you could tell a more intriguing tale...Why don’t you entertain the guests in your mind?” Link winked. “With pleasure.” He simply said. Looking back to the three figures, he took a few steps backwards, putting some distance between the two. With a theatrical flourish, he rapidly pointed at each of the three pawns multiple times, his grin turning to a smile.
Beginning his tale, he cleared his throat, then loudly said “Alright, so! This story starts off without a grand enemy, without humble beginnings, without any evil to be identified and slain.” “Then, what’s of interest to be told?” Nayru innocently asked, looking over to Link. Link glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, beginning to grin, again. Taking a few more steps back, he came between Nayru and Farore, staring at the three figures ahead of them. “It’s a time of peace. A time of happiness. Nobody wants, nobody suffers. Everyone has everything they’ve ever wanted...Or, at the very least, nobody’s threatening to stop them from trying to get it.” “That sounds more like the end of a story.” Din commented, looking over at Link. “You gonna let me finish, or what?” Link responded, looking over. Din rolled her eyes, then looked back at the three life-sized dolls. Link looked forwards, again. Suddenly, the three figures flickered like electricity, moving to different parts of the Temple of Time.
The second Link and Zelda moved over towards the pedestal supporting the three Spiritual Stones, while Impa moved over to the entrance of the temple, frozen in a mid-walking position. Smiling, Link raised his eyebrows, speaking with a slowly increasing sense of sarcasm. “Now, this so-called ancestor of mine, and the apparent reincarnation of a fourth goddess I’ve never heard of-”
“She wasn’t one of us, we...”
“-decide to get together and have a little chat, since they probably enjoy each other’s company quite a bit. After saving her from a likely calamitous disaster, she baked him a cake as thanks, and although she used a lot of icing and sugar, he did risk his life and limb in her name. A tiny cake, no matter how sweet, wasn’t gonna cut it. I mean, come on, he risked his life. Are we going to say his life was worth a measly cake? I don’t think so.” Farore slowly looked over at Link. Knowingly, she said “Er...Is this gonna lead into what I think it’s gonna lead into?” Link just grinned. “Of course, I imagine my “ancestor” was a really good guy, so he wouldn’t dare suggest tasting the princess’ body. That was something that simply had to happen naturally. So, he asked if she would enjoy spending time alone with him...And she said she’d love to go on a date with him.” Din smiled, a little. “Well...That’s not so bad.” She commented.
Link raised his eyebrows, his eyes half-closed, a smile lingering on his face as he looked over at the other Link and Zelda. “I imagine Link wouldn’t be sure how to woo her, but that that wouldn’t be a problem...Zelda likes him for who he is, and just wants him to be himself. The devotion between the two continues to grow as they see each other more and more, and it isn’t long before they’re both sure that they love each other. They can feel it in their souls, there’s no denying it. They can barely stand to be apart, it’s like they’re addicted to each other. They hold hands, hug, and kiss tenderly, whenever they can.” Nayru actually smiled, a little. “That sounds nice, Hero...I have to admit, I’m a little surprised that things aren’t a bit more...Hedonistic.” Link grinned, looking over at Impa. His tone rising in volume, he said “Unfortunately, Impa didn’t understand the tender love of the two, and naturally assumed they were giving in to temptations of the flesh on an hourly basis. So, finding them in the Temple of Time, she marched up to them and demanded that they honour an old tradition in the Sheikah...”
“Like what?” Farore innocently asked. Link simply pointed at Impa, drawing the attention of them all. Impa abruptly started to move, walking quickly and loudly towards Link and Zelda. Impa had a bit of a cool look on her face, the subtle frown playing off of her mildly furrowed brow. When Impa spoke, Link was silently mouthing words, proving that he was merely speaking through her, controlling her voice.
“There you two are! Come here!” Impa walked up on to the Temple of Time’s pad, the flat marker over the floor that Link would always teleport to whenever playing the Prelude of Light. Link and Zelda both looked over in surprise, then flickered like electricity. Instantly shifting positions, they crossed the great hall, reappearing in front of Impa on the teleportation pad. “Y-Yes? What’s the matter, Impa? You knew I wanted to be alone with Link.” Zelda asked, somewhat timidly. Impa, a little huffily, said “Yes, I’m well aware. I hope Her Grace is keeping herself...Unsullied. I suppose that that’s all a natural part of mortal life, however, and that if it was truly corrupt or evil, then the Golden Goddesses wouldn’t have made it natural.”
Link’s eyes widened. Zelda’s mouth went agape, for a moment, before her face started to go red. “Impa, w-we’re not doing that! We’re just talking!” Impa raised an eyebrow, hastily saying “I hope, Your Grace, that you haven’t forgotten the culture and traditions of the Sheikah...Specifically, the ones regarding a Sheikah woman, the woman she looks after, and any man that might show interest in the Sheikah’s cherished one.” Link looked at Zelda. Zelda merely looked at Impa in confusion. Slowly, politely, she said “I’m sorry, Impa...I’m not sure which tradition you speak of. Most Sheikah tradition is oral, and you told me those stories when I was very young...”
The three goddesses looked at each other, raising eyebrows. Din slowly said “Err, Link, there are a lot of problems, with this. For starters, they didn’t really talk, like that...You’re not getting the personalities right.” Farore chimed in, saying “But, then again, you didn’t live back then, so that’s understandable. If you would let us tell the story, we’d get everything perfect.” Nayru didn’t look at Link, raising her eyebrows, softly saying “Not to mention that Impa and Zelda didn’t mee-” Link grinned and cut her off, saying “Back to the story, folks.” Nayru gasped, looking at Link in surprise.
Sounding just a little bit irritated, she quickly said “Hero, are you going to interrupt me each and every single time I speak? It’s becoming a bother!” Under his breath, Link flatly said “Yeah, and it was a real bother messing with Navi and I, so whatever.” “Pardon me?” Nayru asked, doing a double-take. Farore tried to reach over and touch Link’s shoulder, but he shrugged her hand away. Looking at him with sympathy, she faintly said “Link, we know we hurt you. We know you’re disappointed that she won’t stay with you-” Link lost his smile, quickly saying “Back to the story, people.” Farore gazed at him, for a few moments, before she sighed. She, along with her two sisters, looked back to his unfolding story.
Impa raised her chin, looking over at Link. Her eyes drifting up and down along his body, she inspected him in an unsubtle fashion, apparently uncaring if he noticed her keen eyes on him. Impa tried to hide a smile, but the corners of her mouth ended up flickering upwards. “I can’t hold it against Her Grace for not remembering. Link, are you aware of the tradition I speak of?...The one detailing mates of Sheikah women and their caretakers?” Link gave an innocent shake with his head, glancing at Zelda with curiosity. Impa momentarily half-grinned, tilting her head to the side. “If a Sheikah woman looks after another and doesn’t have a companion, then any individual that shows an interest in the Sheikah woman’s charge must also make love to the Sheikah caretaker.” Link’s jaw dropped, Zelda’s eyes going wide. “W-W-What?! Impa, you can’t be serious! You wouldn’t honestly expect that, would you? We...We haven’t even...Oh my gosh!”
Nayru, staring at the trio, lightly said “I don’t enjoy seeing someone step into a relationship, Hero. It’s cruel. It defiles the innocent love. It blackens hearts.” Link grinned, raising his eyebrows, playfully saying “I was just trying to be realistic, but hey, if you want them to be fine with it, then I’m willing to oblige!” “That’s not what I was-!” Nayru protested, getting cut off as Zelda suddenly spoke.
Her demeanor changing instantly, Zelda held her hands together over her stomach, demurely fiddling with the fingers of both hands. Tilting her head forward in a coy manner, her cheeks started to blossom with pink. Looking off to the side, she mumbled out “But...I suppose I’d be lying, if...I said that I had never thought of it.” Link looked over at her in surprise, his face quickly beginning to turn red at the revelation. Impa smiled sweetly, beginning to walk closer to the two. “I congratulate the two of you on remaining chaste for so long...But love can only flourish properly if there’s ultimate understanding, ultimate acceptance...And that can only come from physical intimacy.”
Din looked over towards Link. Looking at him with interest, she asked “Do you really believe that, Link?” Link didn’t look at her. After a moment of thought, he answered her with a light “...That’s what you taught me.” Din looked at Nayru. Nayru’s eyes were on the floor, briefly watering up. Link continued his story.
Zelda and Link looked over at each other. Zelda smiled gently. Link smiled a little in response, reaching over with a hand. Finding her’s, he slipped her hand into his. When she threaded fingers with him, he squeezed her pleasantly. “Only making love can heal your wounds, fade your scars. Only making love can forgive your sins. Only making love can allow two people to experience bliss as one, and finally understand how one another works...It’s a gateway into the body, the mind, and the soul.” Impa quietly said, standing directly in front of the two, hardly a foot away. “So...Does that mean you think we should...Consummate our feelings?” Zelda slowly inquired, looking deep into Impa’s eyes. Impa smiled, warmly. “If your feelings are true, then certainly...And if you’re going to consummate anything, allow me to remind you, one last time...I’m supposed to be involved.”
“Oh boy, here comes the lewd smut.” Farore faintly said. Link grinned wickedly, in response.
In a flash, Link, Zelda, and Impa all found themselves nude. Zelda and Impa flickered, then reappeared in front of Link, sitting down on their knees. The messy, sloppy sounds of someone using their tongue with zero shame filled the air, Zelda unabashedly pushing her face into Link’s groin. Impa watched her with a smile, goading her on. “Good, you’re doing good. Get familiar with the taste...Embrace it. Inside there is the seed of life.” Zelda mumbled in acknowledgement, noisily trying to fit both of Link’s orbs inside her mouth at the same time. She was failing, but Link certainly didn’t seem to mind the effort she was putting forth, his face bright red as he stared off into the distance. His member, tall and almost painfully firm, swayed around as Zelda moved her head here and there, often causing his length to bop against her face.
Link couldn’t bring himself to look down at her, perhaps out of sheer embarrassment, so unused to sex was he. If Zelda was embarrassed, she certainly didn’t show it, eagerly shoving her face into his nether regions like a hungry animal. Impa looked up to his eyes, smiling wickedly, staring and examining the reactions that barely made it past his stoic mask. “Link...Look at her. Look.” She eventually urged. Link blinked, barely looked downwards, then looked back up. Zelda made a slurping sound as she tried to suck both of his orbs into her mouth, failing when her suction cut off. Impa started to grin, clearly amused by Link’s reaction. “How can you say you love her, if you can’t even watch her cradle you with her mouth?” Impa asked, showing off some teeth with her grin.
“Alright, Hero, I simply cannot hold my silence. This is completely ridiculous. None of them would’ve acted like this!” Link grinned, instantly retorting with “Well, how would you know? Did you watch the three of them when they were in the act, or something?” Nayru gave him a look of astonishment, then indignantly said “I did not! I simply have such an innate knowledge of them that I know how they would react!” “Yeah, sure.” Link stated, with a bit of dismissal. Nayru simply stared at him, stunned by his response. Link didn’t look at her, staring at his three mannequins as his brow began to furrow. With just a touch of sarcasm, he said “Besides, if these three really existed, it must’ve been way, way before my time. How am I supposed to know exactly how they would react? So, fine, let’s do away with the pretense of accuracy. I’m just gonna make this sexy and amusing. Does that make you happy?” “That...That doesn’t make for a good story.” Nayru calmly stated. Link shrugged, raising an eyebrow. He plainly expressed his disagreement, saying “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
Link’s face turned a darker shade of red, but he finally acquiesced to Impa’s command. Looking down at Zelda, he watched her run her tongue around at him, doing a fairly undignified job as she ended up getting her mouth and chin wet with her own saliva. However, the content look in her eyes proved she was enjoying herself, if the sparse droplets falling from beneath her didn’t. When she looked up and met his eyes, her face started to go red. She started to beam when she realized the effect she was having on him, smiling happily as she finally took her attention away from his orbs. Sticking out her ever-moist tongue, she started to run it up the underside of his length, making her way to his tip. Impa’s eyes went half-closed, the Sheikah smiling as she inched closer to Zelda. Quietly, she said “Allow me to assist, Your Grace...” Zelda tore her eyes away from Link’s, her face going a little more red as she made a bit of room.
Shuffling on her knees, she moved to the side, giving Impa equal room to get in front of Link. Link’s eyes started to go wide as he looked away, a tremble running up his spine. “Enjoy our ministrations, Link...Just relax...” Impa cooed, shortly before he felt her lips and tongue join Zelda’s. For a moment, his eyes were almost bulging, Link struggling to contain himself. Impa’s lips started to press at him, kissing him repeatedly as she went up his shaft. Zelda, meanwhile, reached his end, almost drooling as she flicked her tongue at him, making him bob and sway. Impa made a little “Mm” sound as she finally got to his tip, kissing the saliva-covered end while Zelda was still trying to please him. Link had to shut his eyes, trying to concentrate as the two women started playfully fighting each other over who would get to take Link inside, the both of them trying to wrap their lips around him at the same time. “Mmph...Impa, he’s in love with me, not you...Shouldn’t I be the one to...?” Zelda quietly protested, momentarily withdrawing her tongue to speak.
Impa licked her lips, then grinned. “Of course, Your Grace...Would you like some advice?” Zelda’s face started to go red like a cherry. “Th-That’s okay, I think I’ve got the basic idea.” She casually said, moving over as Impa shifted to the side. Impa grinned a little more strongly. “Well, alright...Allow me to watch, Your Grace?...” “Um...If you’d like, then certainly...” Zelda agreeably, though shyly, permitted. Looking to Link’s member, her eyes faintly crossed as she struggled to focus on his tip, barely an inch away from her nose. “Um...U-Uh...” She quietly mumbled, reaching up to place her hands on Link’s thighs. Link looked down to her, watching her eye him nervously. He and Impa both waited for several moments, but it eventually became clear that Zelda wasn’t quite as confident as she wanted to appear. Impa smiled pleasantly, then reached over with both hands. Resting one hand over the back of Zelda’s head, she brought the other to her jaw, gently easing it downwards.
“It’s alright to be nervous, Your Grace, just take it slow...Open your mouth, and start with the end...When the hunger hits you, let a little bit more in...” “I don’t...I don’t think I’ll be able to fit all of him, in my mouth.” “That’s fine, just fit what you can...I’m sure you’ll see that Link doesn’t mind. Right?” Impa glanced up at Link, who promptly nodded in agreement. Impa smiled, more. Looking back to Zelda, she murmured out “Start with the tip. When you’re comfortable enough for more, slide the rest in...” “Okay, I’ll try...” Zelda quietly said, her eyes starting to glaze over. Impa, holding Zelda’s mouth open, gently moved her head over, bringing just the tip of Link’s manhood into Zelda’s mouth. When she released Zelda, the princess slowly wrapped her lips around him, looking up to his eyes all the while. A bit like an infant, she slowly started to suckle, her cheeks momentarily hollowing whenever she sucked inwards, putting pressure over him. Link and Zelda maintained eye contact for several long, intimate moments, Impa smiling happily at the sight.
“Well...This isn’t so bad. I mean, it’s still smut, and things would never actually work this way, but...At least there’s some intimacy.” Farore slowly said. Din, letting out a sharp laugh, looked over at Farore. “Intimacy? Farore, she’s suckin’ on him like he’s a lollipop! I’m not so sure that can be called intimate.” “Of course it can. You’re confusing intimacy with romance.” Nayru quietly said, her eyes locked on Link’s scene. Link slowly sighed, smiling knowingly. “Everyone’s a critic.” Farore gave him a look in responses, raising an eyebrow with a smile growing on her face. Taking a step closer to him, she said “Mind if I pop in, for a minute? You could call it a collaboration, of sorts.” Link raised an eyebrow suspiciously, considering the offer for a moment before saying “Well...Alright. Go ahead.” Farore grinned happily.
Impa mimicked Farore’s grin, her eyes turning lecherous as she gave Link an excited look. Farore spoke through Impa, controlling her like a puppet. “Alright, Link...Just stay still. This’ll make things more intense, trust me.” Link looked at her in confusion, causing the look in Impa’s eyes to get even more lewd. Zelda, her confidence rising, became comfortable with more penetration, shifting her head forwards to envelop a bit more of him inside her hot confines. Keeping her head still, she kept her lips taut around him, her tongue squirming around him in powerful swirls. Impa slowly crawled around Link, moving behind him, prompting him to look over his shoulder in confusion. Impa let out a low little chuckle, giving his hips a few playful pats. His expression became more and more confused, feeling Impa slowly glide her hands up the insides of his legs, moving up to his groin.
Zelda, meanwhile, sunk her head enough that nearly two-thirds of Link’s length was in her mouth, the princess staving off a little gag when his tip pushed against the back of her throat. She quickly withdrew far enough to prevent such a thing from occurring again, her eyes lightly watering from the unpleasant feeling. She started bobbing her head, letting her slick lips run along him as she went, keeping her teeth as far away from his sensitive skin as possible. Link looked down at her, sighing in pleasure as she started up a rhythm. Impa’s hands came up under him, cradling his orbs with both hands, gently massaging and playing with his undercarriage. Link closed his eyes, sighing again at the added stimulation. He felt Impa let out a breath against his rear, and a moment later, his eyes popped open. His body went stiff, a shocked grunt coming from him. Impa had abruptly pressed her face against his backside, rather abruptly shoving her features against him.
His surprise made his muscles clench up, forcing him to give a hard throb in Zelda’s mouth. That, combined with his facial expression, made Zelda realize that the change couldn’t have been caused by her oral skills. Narrowing her eyes in curiosity, she spoke around Link’s manhood to the best of her abilities, mumbling out “Imha...Wha’re hoo hooing?” Link looked over his shoulder with wide-eyed panic, trying to move his hips forwards and away from Impa’s face. One of Zelda’s eyes shut in exertion as Link’s bucking motion forced his member into her throat, an inch or two heading down her gullet. The open eye filling with tears, Zelda was quick to dislodge the throat invader, pulling her head back with a little gasp. Impa grabbed Link’s hips, fighting to keep him still. Link could feel a breath or two wash out against the backside of his orbs, then something slimy and hot found his rear entrance. Link cried out in angered shock. He shuddered, however, when Zelda started to pick up her rhythm, picking up her hungry suction as she made full use of her lips and tongue. Snaking around him, flicking at the underside of his shaft, she eagerly tasted him, roughly rubbing his tip against the back of her tongue.
Din grinned and raised her eyebrows, looking over at Link. Barely holding back laughter, she said “Link, I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing!” Link gave her an unimpressed, narrow-eyed look, pointing over at the snickering Farore as he said “I’m not. Blame it on her.” Farore giggled, then innocently said “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Link...I just made Zelda go down a little more, on you. Er, on the other Link.” “Farore, don’t be coy. It’s deceitful. You know very well you made Impa far more adventurous.” Nayru calmly stated, still refusing to look at anything aside from Link’s life-sized dolls. The mirth of Din and Farore trailed off, fading as they collected themselves. “Alright, yes. It was me. It’s common knowledge that the backdoor is an erogenous zone, though.” Farore casually stated. Link merely raised an eyebrow, his unimpressed expression persisting.
Link’s breathing turned into panting as both Zelda and Impa went wild, their attentions turning savage and frenzied. Zelda started pumping her head like a piston, almost smacking her face into Link’s loins on every deep stab inwards. Impa, her face pushed against Link, worked her tongue in a multitude of fashions, squirming around at Link’s back passage. She tried to pierce through, a few times, but Link’s unrelenting clenching defied her thoroughly. This made Impa grumble in displeasure, but a quick glare from over Link’s shoulder proved that he had no intention of giving in. Impa felt disappointed that she couldn’t lick deeper inside, but simply redoubled her efforts at feasting on his rear as a result. Link raised an eyebrow in annoyance, but relaxed when he looked back to Zelda. Looking up at him with big, wide eyes, her slick lips slid along his length as she moved her head, her cheeks hollowing every time she gave a mighty suck or slurp.
Her sudden lack of a gag reflex didn’t seem important to anyone involved, Zelda relentlessly impaling her throat over Link’s spear. They locked eyes, for a few moments, before Link’s body started to tense up. Impa continued to fondle his orbs, delicately stroking and pulling at them, even as Zelda’s drool-covered chin started to push into them. Link faintly grunted, bringing a hand over Zelda’s head, grabbing on to her. Zelda tried smiling, but with her lips stretched around his rod, it was a difficult feat to accomplish. Impa could tell that he was close to finishing, trying one last time to push her tongue through his ring, merely managing to make Link’s brow furrow in response to the effort. Fire raged through his loins as he reached behind himself, grabbing Impa’s head securely, planting his hand over the crown of her head. Impa misinterpreted the move as an admission of pleasure from Link, continuing her efforts. Link looked down at Zelda with heavy lidded eyes, the princess’ suction bringing him to the end.
Given her efforts, he believed that she’d love nothing more than to taste his bounty. While he’d normally enjoy fulfilling her desire, he had another goal in mind. As he reached his climax, he started pushing Zelda off of him, trying to ease her back. Lost in lust, she continued to feast on him, prompting him to use some force. Pushing her a little harder, she looked up at him in confusion, an emotion that quickly morphed into hurting. Letting him pop free from her mouth, she looked up at him sadly, mumbling out “What did I do wrong, Link? I thought-” She trailed off when Link, one hand still on Impa’s head, abruptly turned around. Releasing Zelda’s head, he grabbed himself in his free hand, rapidly beginning to stroke his slimy, saliva-coated sceptre. Impa gasped in confusion when he suddenly turned around, her head kept still by his hand. She barely had time to notice his member aimed at her face before he let loose, a heavy splash of pearly white rushing out and landing over her face.
Impa’s eyes went wide in stunned realization, her mouth hanging open as he groaned, pumping out another two thick streams of seed. Impa closed her mouth as a trickle of cream ran inside, frowning faintly, looking up at him in resignation. She gave a noticeable tremble as his hand slowed down, his orgasm clearly over. Two different lines of seed went parallel over her right cheek, aimed towards her ear. A good deal of his bounty was covering her lips and chin, a few droplets likewise covering the end of her nose. Link smiled warmly, releasing Impa’s head. Impa crossed her arms over her chest, giving Link a bit of an unimpressed look. Zelda looked past Link’s side, noticing what Link had done. Her eyes momentarily widened, her face going a dark shade of red. Link couldn’t tell if Impa was flushed or not, but the tone in her voice wasn’t steady, proving conflicting feelings inside her. “You could’ve at least told me you were gonna do that...It would’ve been nicer to ask for permission.”
“Link, th-that wasn’t very nice...” Zelda softly added. Link looked over his shoulder, giving her a look of indignation. With one hand, he pointed at Impa, and with the other, he pointed at his own backside. Zelda nodded, quietly saying “Well, yes, you have a point...I guess fair’s fair.” “How is that fair?” Impa contested, glancing between the two. Link looked back to Impa, narrowing his eyes. Beginning to grin, he surprised Impa, leaning over to grab her.
“Link, what’re you...? Oh wow, I had no idea you were so strong!” Zelda said, starting out confused, quickly turning surprised. Impa, meanwhile, was stunned into silence, her mouth left agape as Link swept her up in his arms. Having pulled her to her feet, he had quickly gotten behind her, pushing his hands against the backs of her knees. When she promptly collapsed, he lifted her up in his arms, pulling her knees up to her collar bones. Link, starting to grin, glanced over his shoulder as a comfortable fabric chair magically materialized behind him. He quickly sat down, sitting Impa down in his lap, immediately stabbing his still-hard member through her sphincter. Impa’s eyes went wide, a dignified cry escaping her as her rump was plundered in a single forceful thrust.
All three goddesses winced, eyeing the spectacle with empathy. “Oh, frig...That must’ve hurt.” Din quickly said, almost sounding in pain, herself. “Link, you do know that when you just jam into someone’s-” “It hurts, yes. Probably hurts an unbelievable amount. I fully realize that. That’s why we’re going to ignore reality and have Impa really love it, because even though fantasy can be stupid, it’s also generally more appealing than reality.” Link quickly said, with an almost practised ease. “I would prefer not to delude myself with fantasies. Even if the truth isn’t appealing, I’d always want the truth.” Nayru calmly said, still refusing to look at Link. “Well, I’m not you.” Link coolly said, also refusing to look at her. Farore and Din slowly looked behind Link and Nayru, meeting eyes in concern.
Zelda, holding her hands over her mouth in shock, stared at the two with wide eyes. Impa hung her head down between her knees, looking to her groin in shock. Her quim grew puffy and dark with arousal, her little bud of a clitoris swelling faintly. Her ridge started to glimmer with leaked fluids, a trickle or two running down towards Link’s member, lodged to the base inside one of Impa’s most personal spots. Link smiled, bringing his head to Impa’s smooth back, smelling the flowery scent of her skin. “Oh, g-goddesses...Link, you’re tearing me apart!...” She groaned out, in pain. There was a twinge in her voice, a quaver, that proved more than pain was stirring in her chest. Zelda’s eyes started to glimmer. “Link, don’t hurt her! Do me, instead! Just don’t hurt her!” Link developed a surprised expression at Zelda’s urgent tone.
Impa weakly raised an arm towards Zelda, getting her attention. Barely raising her head, she looked up at Zelda, starting to smile. “Your Grace, it’s...It’s alright. I, hngg...I think I’m fine.” Zelda looked at Impa with confusion. Still on her knees, she couldn’t help but sit up a little, a pang of sympathy pain flaring in her creamy little tush. “Are you sure? Doesn’t that hurt?” She asked, hastily. Link looked past Impa’s right arm, trying to see her face. Impa smiled more, glancing towards him. Breathing hard, she said “It’s...Fine. I feel fine. I can handle this. I’ll consider this exercise.” Link smiled, silently giving her a wink. Zelda tried to fight a smile, but laughter was beginning to bubble up inside her. “Exercise? I’ve never heard of exercise for your butt.” “If you wait just a little, Your Grace, you might find out for yourself.” Impa said, somewhat suggestively.
Zelda quickly lost her smile and frowned, a little stubbornly saying “I can’t imagine how something like that would feel good...Your scream, if anything, was proof.” “Forgive me, Your Grace, but...I didn’t scream. If I had screamed, you would know it. I was just...Caught off-guard. Speaking of which...” Looking to the side, Impa looked to Link, still peering past her arm. Impa grinned, suddenly taking on a very domineering and aggressive tone of voice. “Link, stick your arms up some more, and lock your hands behind my neck. Keep my head down, so I can watch everything. Then, pound the hell out of me, don’t stop until it hurts!” Zelda raised her eyebrows, frowning more. Even Link looked at her with surprise, his eyes widening, his head recoiling backwards. Impa narrowed her eyes, grinning more. “...Unless you think you don’t have what it takes, Hero.” The challenge made a hard, determined look come into his eyes.
Nayru actually smiled. Sounding faintly amused, she said “I see. Link, this is your way of expressing displeasure with me? Having Impa call you what I always call you? Having her accept violent anal sex? I didn’t think you would resort to symbolism, like that.” Din and Farore both looked over, raising their eyebrows. Link just smiled, his eyes half-open. Playfully, he said “Nope, guess again. After everything you’ve done, I wouldn’t want you in Impa’s position, anyway.” Nayru lost her smile, blinking a few times. Din and Farore slowly sighed, looking away. Nayru’s brow started to sink, and after a moment, she turned to face him. Her tone was far from angry when she spoke, but her patience was clearly starting to wane. “Enough games. Hero. Stop silencing me when I attempt to speak. You are very clearly upset about Navi, but if you would just listen to us, we could explain.” Link looked over at her, losing his smile. “You’ve already explained. What more do you have to say?”
Nayru defensively crossed her arms over her chest. “We had no other choice, it’s foolish to hold us at fault. If you had not gone to Termina, the fabrics of time and existence would’ve been frayed. Our choices had been limited to but a few, and we chose the lesser of all evils.” “It was your idea to send me around to women all over the place!” Link hastily retorted, his eyes turning angry. Nayru quickly lost her composure, responding loudly and emotionally. “You already wanted to see them! You were already going around and sleeping with them! We merely aided you, and though you may not like how things turned out, it was a product of your own creation!” “You made things worse! And now, Navi’s gone, and that’s your fault, not mine! I didn’t want to lose her!” Link shouted, staring into the goddess’ blue eyes. Nayru was about to respond when Farore and Din both approached them, each walking up to one of them from behind.
Farore came up to Link from behind, placing her hands on his shoulders. Din did the same to Nayru, but neither of the two figures broke eye contact. Everyone was quiet for several tense, long seconds. Eventually, Din flatly said “Nayru...We’re not blameless. To say that we had no hand in how things transpired would be rejecting reality for fantasy.” Nayru glanced over her shoulder. “But-!” Farore interrupted her, soothingly rubbing down Link’s arms to his elbows, feeling at his tunic. “We were short-sighted, Nayru. We need to accept responsibility. We made a mistake, and it won’t get better until we own up to it...We got lost in the journey, and forgot the destination.” Nayru looked over at Farore, her throat beginning to tighten up as she said “But...That’s not...” Nobody said anything when she trailed off. Nayru looked downwards, glittering tears beginning to run down her golden cheeks. She was silent for what felt like a long time, finally raising her head as she took in a shaky breath.
Meeting Link’s cold eyes, she blinked, swallowing to try and ease her throat. “Hero...Link. I’m s...” She sighed lightly, then continued. “...I’m sorry. Can you forgive us?...Can you forgive me? I know you blame me, most of all.” The look on Link’s face immediately softened. Raising his eyebrows, he was silent for a second, then said “Yes, of course. I forgive you.” Nayru blinked a few times, trying to look away, more tears beginning to fill her eyes. Link smiled gently, stepping away from Farore, walking up to Nayru. Din slipped her hands away from Nayru once Link reached his arms around her, hugging the goddess close. Nayru’s bottom lip was trembling, more glittering tears running down her cheeks. She repeated her apology, beginning to choke up in the process. Link didn’t say anything, feeling her wrap her arms around his waist, grabbing at his tunic.
The second Link reached his arms up, pulling Impa’s thighs harder against her chest. As she hung her head down between her knees, he planted his hands over the back of her neck, threading his fingers to lock his hands together. Impa’s feet hanging limp in the air, she held on to Link’s thighs, grabbing him for support. Smiling with excitement, she stayed still as he slid forwards in his seat, getting just enough of his pelvis over the edge to allow for proper mobility. Zelda was still watching with wide eyes, curiously examining how the two were joined, watching Link stretch Impa’s rosebud around his length. There was little foreplay, little imagination dedicated to enticing or warming up. As far as Link and Impa were concerned, the time for that had passed. Holding her tight, keeping her in place, he started thrusting, moving a few inches through her ring with every jab. Impa momentarily grit her teeth, then relaxed and shut her eyes.
Letting out a little sigh, she uncontrollably bounced upwards and downwards a little, her seat in Link’s lap understandably off-balance, considering his movements. Link smiled, closing his eyes, resting his forehead against the middle of Impa’s back. Impa’s mound grew darker with arousal, more trickles of her womanly juice seeping from her ridge. Zelda couldn’t help but stare, gazing and examining the profane act occurring right before her eyes. Her eyes locked on Impa’s clit when she noticed it, the swollen little nub standing like a button, begging to be kissed and played with. As the seconds ticked by, her eyes went more and more listless, dulling with fevered arousal. When she couldn’t ignore the heat blooming between her thighs anymore, her face went bright red, her eyes averting from the Sheikah’s quim. Her ears burning with blush, she shamed herself, confronting herself over her eyes on another woman.
Looking back to Impa’s rear, she watched the penetration, secretly glad that Impa’s thighs were being kept close together. If they had been a little more open, she might’ve dunked her face into the woman’s groin. Impa slowly started to smile, groaning loudly, holding the vocalization for several seconds. Zelda looked up to her face, blinking, her hands tightening over her knees. Impa smiled as the pleasure became stronger, beginning to noticeably outweigh the pain. “Harder...Is that all you’ve got?” Impa challenged. Zelda heard Link grunt at the antagonization, quickening his pace until Impa clenched her jaw, once more. Link’s breathing slowly started to pick up, Impa’s velvety insides trying to strangle him, almost clenching the life out of him. It took several moments for Impa to being yielding once more, relaxing her clenching, making the act easier for them both. Zelda watched Impa’s expression morph into one of pleasure, once again, and her eyes started to turn envious. She brought a hand between her thighs, pressing over her womanhood in annoyance, internally demanding it to cease the incessant heat. As soon as she touched herself, a flutter appeared in her stomach.
Shivering at the sudden sensation, she kept her hand over herself, planting her fingers hard against her plump nether lips. In confused annoyance, she rubbed her hand up and down, her irritation quickly dying as her fingers moved her clit around. She paused, surprised for only a moment. Things snapped into place in the princess’ mind. As instincts kicked in, her curious fingers sought the nub out, fingertip after fingertip brushing over it. It wasn’t long before she lost herself, closing her eyes, a soft moan drifting from her as she began discovering herself. Impa heard Zelda’s little gasps for air, opening her eyes to see what was troubling the princess. At the sight of Zelda masturbating for the first time, Impa’s face was overtaken by a grin, a pleased look in her eyes. She could tell that Zelda was already discovering what could’ve been one of her first fetishes; for several seconds at a time, the princess would hold her breath, only sucking in air after several moments worth of breathlessness.
Impa raised an eyebrow and considered the unusual kink, surprised that Zelda would possess such a thing. Link went into a little bout of rougher thrusting, Impa enduring for several moments before quickly saying “Hey, Link. I’ve got an idea...Why don’t you help Her Grace with some exercise, now?” Zelda’s eyes opened again, a surprised peep coming from her. She pulled her hand from between her thighs, her face burning red. When she glanced at her hand and noticed her damp fingers, her face only went darker with blush. She tried to hide her hand behind herself, looking at Impa with an ashamed look on her face. Link, breathing a little heavily, gave Impa a parting kiss over her spine, releasing her slowly. Delicately, Impa sat up straight, sighing gently with satisfaction. Spreading her knees wide, she smiled confidently, showing off to Zelda how she was still sitting in Link’s lap, still sitting with his sceptre buried inside her slim rear end. With her nipples stiff and a sultry look in her eyes, she met Zelda’s gaze, reassuringly saying “It’s alright, Your Grace. No need to feel ashamed. Would you like my seat, now?...”
The three goddesses, by then smiling happily, chuckled a little. Link smiled widely as Din looked over at him, warmly saying “This dialogue is tacky as hell, Link. People don’t actually say those kinds of things when they’re about to fool around.” Link raised an eyebrow, jokingly saying “That hasn’t been my experience. What’s wrong with what she said? Link really is like a seat, for her!” “Yeah, but...People don’t actually say that.” Farore giggled out. “Oh, you’re just repressed. People definitely say that stuff.” Link dismissively said, waving a hand at her. “Are you really gonna call me repressed, after all of the things we’ve done? I’m hurt!” Farore joked, giving him a playful smack over the arm with the back of her hand. “Yeah right.” Link merely said, glancing upwards. The four went silent, going back to enjoying the show.
Zelda nodded meekly, avoiding Impa’s eyes out of shame. Impa merely smiled. Slowly, she began to rise from Link, his member slowly gliding out of her. Impa’s jaw clenched, a little, as she stood back up. Wobbling a little once she got to her feet, she brought a hand to her lean rump, touching a cheek. Looking over her shoulder, she groaned out “Oh, I should’ve planned for that. Now I’m sore...Well...It was worth it, anyway.” Link looked down to Impa’s tush, a bit of surprise working into his face. Her rosebud, a little stretched and parted, was left as a small, confused gape. Despite the fact that she had only been penetrated for a short while, Link’s plowing had been unlubricated and rather rough, leaving the after-effect more severe than it could’ve been. Impa glanced at him, smirking when she noticed where his eyes were. Teasing him, she gave herself a light spank, making her lean rump lightly bounce from the impact.
Link watched with a smile, but Impa only let him gaze at her for another moment before stepping away, snapping him out of his daze. Walking over to Zelda, Impa was quick to usher the princess over, grinning at Zelda’s embarrassed hesitating. Link watched, fairly amused by what he considered rather cute behaviour, on Zelda’s part. Zelda fussed and whined, mumbling about embarrassment and unseemly behaviour, questioning Impa’s justification for the untraditional coitus. All the while, Impa stayed silent, smiling as she brought Zelda in front of Link, turning her around. Zelda was still voicing her worries and misgivings when Impa started to sit her down, keeping her steady from beneath her arms, ensuring that she didn’t simply drop down into Link’s lap. Link, for his part, made sure that his tool was aimed upwards, pointed towards Zelda’s round little bottom. When Link’s burning tip touched the valley of her cheeks, Zelda’s complaining picked up to a feverish pitch, the words firing from her mouth in a near nonsensical jumble.
When the end of Link’s rod found Zelda’s quivering rosebud, she sucked in a little gasp, falling completely silent. Link smiled, bringing a hand to Zelda’s back, comfortingly stroking down her soft skin. Impa began pushing Zelda downwards, and Zelda, for all her talk, quietly consented, not saying or doing a single thing to stop either of them. When the end of Link’s tool started to push against her harder and harder, Zelda’s face began to twist up in discomfort, one eye going half-closed as a lip began to curl upwards. She groaned as a burning pain appeared, Impa quickly shushing her, urging her to silently endure. Link stroked and massaged along her back, feeling her breathing slowly deepen as he started to push through her tightness. Zelda bit on her bottom lip, looking pleadingly at Impa for the final moment before Link forced through. When he passed through her ring and started entering her constricting depths, Zelda shut her eyes, groaning urgently.
Her knees trembling, she let herself sit down entirely, Impa releasing her before the princess snuggled her bum into Link’s loins. Zelda’s eyes went confused, a shudder drifting out from between her lips. Impa, smiling with satisfaction, put her hands to her hips. Zelda looked downwards, eyeing her puffy nether lips, red and glistening with sweet nectar. She mumbled something, too low for either Link or Impa to make out. Link smiled to himself, quickly putting Zelda in the same position that Impa had been in, not bothering to wait for explicit permission. Slipping his hands under her knees, he pulled her knees up to her collar bones, sticking her legs up in the air in front of her. Zelda shut her eyes, a cross between a groan and a moan coming from her, her back passage clamping down on his twitching length. Reaching up and over the back of her neck, he locked his hands together, keeping her chin to her chest.
Starting out slow, Link gently thrust a few inches worth, sighing contently as the pleasure began to reappear. Zelda, meanwhile, had her eyes shut, her brow twitching downwards whenever Link moved. Impa watched Zelda try to suppress her own reactions, Zelda taking a surprisingly quiet and stoic approach to the unconventional lovemaking she was receiving. Held in such an abrasive manner, Impa wouldn’t have blamed Zelda for reacting in pain, but the princess gave no such display of weakness. Link could tell that she was enjoying the anal invasion quite a lot more than she let on, with her deepening breathing, shivering body, and drooling quim all being signs to her deep, embarrassed arousal. Link, smiling more and more, nuzzled his face into her long hair, his chin and nose pressing against the middle of her back. Zelda groaned when he started picking up his pace, but she expertly kept herself relaxed, never tightening up.
Impa shamelessly brought a hand down between her thighs, openly masturbating directly in front of the two, feeling every finger along herself. Zelda’s brow furrowed deep as Link’s rhythm picked up to the point of pounding, Link’s hips brutally firing up and down, plowing Zelda. Still, she made not a sound, Zelda’s lips pressing hard together as she struggled to keep her silence. Impa, smiling warmly, bent over, sticking her tush up in the air as she brought her face within kissing distance of Zelda’s own. “How are you liking the exercise, Your Grace?...Strenuous, isn’t it? Can you feel the burn? That means the muscles are getting stronger!” Zelda bit on her bottom lip, droplets of sweat beginning to bead on her forehead, one or two slowly running down her face. Her face bright red, she screwed her eyes tight, then let her mouth hang open. Impa kissed Zelda on the forehead, quietly saying “Let him hear how you feel. Don’t be shy...”
Zelda shook her head to the best of her ability, whimpering with embarrassment. Impa responded by feeling a hand through some of Zelda’s hair, stroking down the side of her head. Bringing her hand from her groin, she reached over to Zelda’s own, planting her well-moistened fingers against Zelda’s pliable mound. As soon as Impa touched Zelda’s clit, she let out a little moan, raising her eyebrows. The crack in her defences only grew as Impa persisted in her attentions, firmly rubbing her fingertips around at Zelda’s bud, spreading her own juices along Zelda’s lips. Zelda’s breathing quickened into panting, her eyelids fluttering. She started to spasm around Link’s member, clenching down hard at him, clamping in ecstasy. Link, starting to sweat as well, knew he was approaching his limit, his finish not far off. Zelda opened her eyes, her eyes going unfocused with pleasure, her mind at the mercy of her body. Quietly, Zelda groaned out “It feels good...”
Impa grinned widely, kissing Zelda over her forehead, again. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I don’t think Link heard you, either. Link, did you hear her?” Link groaned wordlessly, his thrusting picking up a little more, proving he was entering the final stretch. Impa looked back to Zelda, grinning even more. Zelda closed her eyes, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes thanks to the heavenly bliss flooding her. “It feels good!” She cried out, loudly. No sooner had the words passed her lips did a heavy gush of watery cum squirt from her, her discharge splashing against Impa’s fingers. Almost immediately, Link sprang into action. Not only did he push Zelda off of himself, but he intentionally pushed her hard into Impa, almost making the two headbutt each other. Impa, as he expected, caught Zelda, gasping as the two collapsed to the floor. Link grabbed his member with one hand, using the other to coordinate the two, hastily forcing them into position.
Getting them both on their hands and knees, he made them both push up their rumps, sticking their abused tushes high in the air. Impa and Zelda both looked back at him in surprise, Zelda with considerably less clarity, given her mind-numbing orgasm. Link, bringing them hip-to-hip, gave himself a few strokes, holding back a groan. The two watched as he erupted, a thick wad of creamy white firing from him. Aiming himself at Impa, he let his load land across her cheeks, dribbling between them to run into her valley. Impa’s stretched entrance gave a few weak clenches, Impa smiling in amusement at his gesture. Link, a split-second later, aimed himself over at Zelda, making her moan when heat splatted over her rump. Instead of landing his seed across her cheeks, like he had with Impa, the majority of his second wad landed in her valley, unintentionally running into her gaping rear door. Zelda, panting and relaxing as she entered the afterglow, did not complain. Link stroked himself a few more times, then sighed, falling back into the chair behind him.
“...And then everyone lived happily ever after, with a new adventure happening every day. The end.” Link declared with amusement, smiling to himself. “Well, that was...That was something.” Din commented, turning and facing Link. The living dolls of Link, Zelda, and Impa all faded, turning transparent before vanishing, entirely. “Horrible ending. Complete rubbish. But, then again, none of it made sense, so...Guess it works out, in that regard.” Farore critiqued in a half-joking manner, shrugging with a little smile on her face. Link just gave her a look, narrowing an eye as he smiled. A moment later, he looked over at Nayru, waiting for her response. Nayru, who had calmed down by that point, was smiling faintly, looking over at Link from the corners of her eyes. The two met eyes, Nayru briefly maintaining her silence before she said “...It was certainly carnal, and even had an arousing moment or two. You’ve certainly got an imagination, Hero.”
Link smiled more, pleasantly saying “Well, I’m glad you liked it.” A silence drifted over the four of them, lasting for a few moments. Farore broke it by slowly walking past Link, warmly feeling a hand past his back and shoulder as she went in front of him, joining her two sisters. “Well...I think we’ve taken up enough of your time, Link. It’s about time we made our exit.” She murmured out, smiling as she tuned and faced him, standing to Nayru’s right. Din, walking over to Nayru’s left, put her hands to her hips, looking at him warmly. “She’s right. The show’s over, it’s time we got out of here...We just wanted to talk to you, one last time, and make sure we were on okay terms. Since you and Nayru appear to have kissed and made up, I guess we’re fine.” Link glanced downwards, his expression calming as he looked back up to Nayru’s eyes. “Will this really be the last time I see you guys?” The three of them smiled pleasantly at his question.
Nayru folded her hands together, over her stomach. A little quietly, she said “Well, that was our plan...But I suppose we can play it by ear. Assuming, of course, that that’s alright with you...Hero.” Link smiled a little, again. He gave a silent nod. The goddesses smiled, more. Slowly, they began to approach him, the white space around them beginning to dim. “Very well...We’ll look over you, every now and then, to make sure that you’re well. Should we have need of you again...We’ll carefully consider our options before doing anything hasty.” Link nodded once, blinking. “Good...That’d be for the best. I mean, you’re gods, you don’t need me to solve problems...You could just snap your fingers and fix them, yourselves.” The three glanced at each other with amusement, walking directly up to him. Each of them raised a hand, resting them over his chest. “It’s not quite that simple, but we see your point, Hero.” Nayru softly said, meeting his eyes. Link glanced from face to face, wondering what the three intended to do. Before he knew it, they had all leaned in, closing their eyes. The world around them grew black as Din’s lips touched his left cheek, Farore’s touching his right, Nayru’s coming to his chin. As soon as they had kissed him, his body felt light, disappearing from around his mind.
His eyes opened, and his head jolted up. Quickly, he looked around, raising his hands to his face to rub at his eyes. He could feel Epona beneath him, still faithfully walking along, loyally heading towards their shared destination. Link rubbed at his eyes for a few moments more, briefly reflecting on his lucid dream. Now that he was awake, it was difficult for him to decide on whether or not the dream had been real. For all he knew, it had simply been a product of his imagination. But, perhaps the goddesses really had visited him in his dream, and had said their goodbyes. Upon reflecting on Nayru’s tearful admittance of wrongdoing, Link looked down on himself for getting angry with the three, for taking their story and twisting it around in none-too-subtle mockery. Still, if they hadn’t forgiven him for it, he was sure that they would’ve made that clear. Doubts and concerns nagging at him, he silently continued with Epona in the trek, his eyes peering over her head to watch the path before them...
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