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- 1-Sex and the Sandwich
- 1
Sex and
the Sandwich

The knife
sliced gracefully through the Cucoo breast. With a gentle back-and-forth motion
the blade sawed off the last chunk of the soft, white, warm meat. Link had done
well in buying that Cucoo from the farm---nice and plump. He didn't usuaully
have an eye for bargins---he didn't shop much. Usually Zelda did the shopping,
and he the monster-slaying. But today he was proud of doing his own errands.

Today was
Zelda's twenty-third birthday. He had known her since he was ten, then
seventeen, then ten again. She had been with him throughout his harrowing
adventure, and the bond they shared easily made the leap to love. He thought
that the spark of amour first began to flicker when he saved her from the
clutches of Ganondorf---why else would he have done so? And now, thirteen long
years after the end of it all, they were together, in the open, admittant to
their feelings at last.

It's
fate, Link thought as he wiped the knife haltingly. It was destined. Her
destiny and his were intertwined, woven together like strands of twine are
woven into a rope, and threads are woven into a cloth, and words into a book.
Their meetings were all so magical and unreal, like visions of some higher
truth that lies above the turbulant clouds of base animal thoughts and actions.
Each meeting was the beginning of a new chapter in the chronicles of their
lives. Each posessed a clairity of being and purpose that seemed to transcend
the rest of their existances. Time slowed. Each movement became graceful,
distinct, each word like the pealing of church bells, clear and calm and
charged with emotion and purpose. Their actions were as though guided by some
higher power. That day in the garden---surely a turning point in their lives,
to be sure. Then at the gates of Hyrule Market Town as she sped away from him,
with a longing, fleeting glimpse as the rain swirled around in a vortex of
pounding rythym. And at last in the sacred Temple, where she revealed her true
identity to him after so many years of separation. The bond between them had endured,
after seven years of strife and absence. And it endured the destruction of the
world at the hands of the evil lord, and the singular calm of that moment after
the defeat of the evil.

Yes, Link
reflected as he egan to slice the bread. That moment, high in the air, where it
seemed as though all the world had stopped, and it was only them still there,
so close, so still. The last memories of his adult life had been the fading
notes of the Ocarina and the fading image of the beautiful princess. There was
where he first felt the bond they shared beginning to coalesce into true love.
Then, as he began to fade into the past, as it became too late, he realized
that he loved
He wished
with all his heart that she could have heard his thoughts as he began to leave
her. He wished that she could hear what he couldn't properly articulate then,
that she could know how he truly felt. He wished that she could see into his
heart, laid bare before her, and that he could see hers, and find that the love
was mutual and deep, glowing like a glowing embryo in the womb of their
thoughts and emotions.

The knife
struck the warm, soft bread and sunk slowly into its depths. Link sliced across
the surface of the crust and soon had dislodged a piece. He placed it on the
plate and began to sever another segment from the loaf. As the knife burst from
the opposite edge, releasing another slice from its parent, he smiled to
himself.

His hands
grasped the head of lettuce. He felt its wet, clean leaves, finding them to
feel like the silky wet skin of a bathing maiden, soft and smooth and flawless.
He gadged the weight of the vegetable in his palm, savoring its texture and
heaviness. Tearing off a fiew pieces of its outer shell carefully, lovingly,
with the soft hands of a lover undressing his love, he placed the pieces gently
on the near slice, arranging them evenly and cleanly. He took a slice of the
Cucoo breast and laid it atop the lettuce like a baby in a crib.

He
reached next for a bottle of white, creamy liquid. Sloshing it about in the
flask he uncorked the bottle and smelled its aroma of mild flavour. Pouring the
ranch dressing onto the breast, he artfully added not too much, or too little.
Love guided his hand, making sure he had made the meal perfectly for his
dearest Zelda.

Placing
the Cucoo salad sandwich with the others on the silver serving dish, he created
with them a small pyramid. He hoped he had made enough; he didn't plan on
eating them but Zelda had a notorious appitite. As he turned with the tray to
the dining room he felt so freefree, so happy, that he wondered why he had been
so sad that morning.

Ah, yes,
he remembered. He worried that she wouldn't like his cooking. When she said she
wanted a lunch from him, he didn't know if she was just being nice, or if she
genuinely wanted it. She knew from experience that he was a lousy cook, but she
loved him anyway...right?

More than
just culinary skills, the dilemma was an pariable for their whole relationship.
She was a princess, raised on leisure and pleasure, richness and pompous
ceremony. He was a warrior at times, a pesant at others, mere dirt below her
feet. How could his humble lifestyle compare to hers? In other words, what did
she see in him?

He idedided to ask her as soon as he could. It wouldn't be easy, but he'd get a
straight answer out of her. He became more and more convinced that she didn't
truly love him...why would anyone?

Then he
looked at his plate of sandwiches. To most it was a common, unspectacular meal.
To Link, with his limited cooking skills, it was a monumental triumph. But was
it such a triumph for Zelda as well?

It was,
he hoped...

***

For
Zelda, sitting in the opposite room on the small couch that Link had slept on
in his younger days, it had been a while. She was anxious to see her love and
what he had made for her. She knew from experience that Link's cooking wasn't
the greatest in the world. At least not to an average person.

But she
was in love with him, and love overrides all feelings, including that of taste.
Link had burned the roast, but she ate it with a gusto that made Link worry if
she was all right. He added salt instead of sugar to the cake he made, but she
devoured her slice and asked for more.

"Plus,
I just like to eat," she thought as she waited. Zelda could eat until she
dropped, and as a result posessed a figure that was the envy of the average
commoner girl, who never dined fancily or on anything as exotic as what Zelda
did on a regular basis. It was practically a sign of wealth to posess womanly
curves, much less any bosom to speak of. Zelda wasn't "fat," but she
definitely was well-fed, not skinny as a rail like that Malon girl who brought
her milk from the farm. With an appitite like hers it would seem she'd be prone
to becoming more than just voluptuous, but it never seemed to happen. She
enjoyed a fast metabolism and an active life (for a princess) that kept her looking
fleshy, curvacious, but never bloated.

She never
wore a corset like other noblewomen. She didn't like the wasp-waisted image it
created. And besides, it hurt her---it forced the little pad of fat around her
middle practically down to around her womanhood, and drew her more-than-ample
bosom up to around her collarbone, to such heights she feared she would lie
down to sleep and suffocate on her own breasts. No, a simple lacy bra was all
she wore today, and it was enough support for her. And besides, if she wore a
corset, she couldn't eat nearly as much of Link's wonderfully bad cooking...or
anyone's.

She
smiled, her fingers sliding slowly over the gradual, gentle, feminine curve of
her belly, which was already growling. She hoped Link had made plenty of
whatever it was that he made.

She had
insisted on Link making her lunch for her birthday. She could have had another
lavish royal birthday---but she didn't want it. She had gone through so many of
those festivals before, and of course they were splendid: nobles from all over
Hyrule coming to give her gifts and praise, the perfect banquet, the perfect
food ("Mmm..." she murmered to herself as she thought of last year's
feast), the perfect clothes, the perfect atmosphere, the perfect presents,
perfect conversation, perfect praise and adulation. Too damned perfect, she had
decided, and now she waited at the table of Link's small, modest treehouse
home, far from the hustle and bustle of the castle, immersed in his simple
life, and she loved every minute of it.

She
shifted position in her seat, enjoying the sensation of her round, full bottom
moving against the fabric of her short silk skirt and lacy panties. She had
worn the skirt to impress Link---it was much more revealing that her father
would ever allow her to wear at home. She tugged on the hems of skirt---from
the right angle, one could glimpse parts of her delicate, silky-white pair of
bloomers she had worn that day. As she reached down to adjust her garment she
felt her arms cupping her full, round, soft breasts, squeezing the voluminous
spheres into sweet proximity beneath her tight, creamy-white dress top. Smiling
somewhat, breasts bulging, their outline clearly visible through the dress
although it did not show any real cleavage, her hands close to her slightly
moist femininity, Zelda paused, thinking of Link's own impressive body.
text-autospace:none'>One hand
slowly inched past the hem of the skirt and plunged into its depths. Reaching
her panties, she pulled them aside with two fingers and slowly began to massage
the warm lips of her pussy with another. Her other hand slowly moved to her
left breast, and finding the heavy, protruding orb, began to rub gently on its
soft, cherry-red nipple, already slightly erect. She arched her back, breathing
more heavily than before, and as she did so her shirt pulled up with her to
reveal her cute belly button and the small bulge of her abdomen, less round now
because of the stretch but still slightly convex. Her big breasts heaved as she
took deeper and deeper breaths, riding on the top of her chest as she reared
up.

Suddenly
she realized how she would feel if Link arrived. Slowly stopping her working
fingers, she sighed and returned to her normal position. She loved Link so
much, but was the feeling mutual? She desired nothing more than to be with him.
She fantasized every night in bed of him sweeping her off her feet and taking
her away, and on some beautiful hillside or even right here at his home, she
would show how much she loved him physically. She was ready for true love---but
was he? She wished that she could tell him how she felt. She wished she could
see all of him, feel his muscular, beautiful body and let him explore hers.
Just thinking about intensified the wetness betwixt her legs.

Hands on
chin she waited at the table, her large bosoms handing penduously from her
chest onto the tablecloth which covered the large stump Link used for a dining
table, so different from the elegant oaken grand tables of the castle. So much
smaller and cozier, where two people were just inches apart as they ate,
instead of on opposite sides of a huge table. So much more...human.

Her
thoughts drifted back to her handsome blond lover, and the meal he was
preparing. She wanted food...and she wanted his love, his sex, his manliness in
her. Achingly bad...in both cases.

***

Link
swung open the door to the room where Zelda still sat.

"Well,
I'm done!" he said on seeing her. His eyebrows shot into his hairline at
the sight of Zelda's tight top and short skirt, her semi-erect nipples poking
through the fabric.

"What
did you make?" she asked, standing up from the couch where she sat and
moving towards him.

"Tada!"
Link joked as he removed the top of the serving tray, revealing his neat stack
of sandwiches.

"Oh
Link! You shoudn't have!"

"Yeah,
I really shouldn't have. But you insisted. Try not to gag too much on
them..." Link laughed, somewhat meaning it, setting the sandwiches down on
the table.

"What?
No! Your cooking is fantastic," Zelda said lightly, closing the gap
between herself and her love, embracing softly.

"Now
Zelda, I have to ask you something," he said, walking with her in his arms
back over to the couch and sitting down with her in his lap. He felt his loins
beginning to feel warm at the sensations of her weight in his lap and her soft
skin on his.

Zelda
silently cried YES! He was going to ask her the question, and she would say
yes...yes, dearest Link, take me, all of me, I want you as you want me, mind
and body and soul. Right now...right here...fuck the sandwiches...

"Zelda
my dear, if you were at the castle now, you would be feasting on roast boar,
duck, the most excellenes aes and cakes and wines, and it would be so much
nicer than what I have here.""

"Oh
Link, nothing could be nicer than what you have here," she smiled sweetly.

"I
know you're just saythatthat. It's not just about food, Zelda, it's about
everything. You are a princess, I am a dirty and simple warrior. I do not
diserve the honor of your presence."

"I
am not 'just saying that,'" she answered, moving closer to Link's face.
"And I would love you till the end of time, if you were a pauper or a
prince, a leper or a lord, if you were the lowliest worm or the mightiest god.
I love you for who you are, my darling, my precious."

The words
seemed to flow from Zelda's heart to her mouth. She found herself stopped, and
blurted, "Oh my! I go on. That sounds so sappy..."

Link was
beaming, however. "I will never be able to offer you the banquets of the
palace, the luxury of royalty, and yet you would stay with me? Tell me truly,
dearest, because I must know the truth."

Zelda
locked eyes with her partner and slowly formed each word. "I love you
truly, and I will always. I love your little house and your common clothes
and...I love your sandwiches," she spoke. "All the banquets I have
ever eaten do not taste as sweet as your sandwiches."
Link
smiled. "I love you."

Zelda
smiled back. "I love you too."

Slowly,
surely, their lips touched, eyes sliding shut, a brief, gentle kiss, endearing
but not enduring.

"Now
I have something to ask you," she said, caressing the back of his head.

"Yes,
my lovely princess," he responded.

"Do
you love me?" she asked, feeling his soft blond hair running through her
fingers.

"With
all my heart."

"And
will you always love me?"

"Until
the sun burns out and the moon falls and the oceans are dry as bone," he
said, smiling.

"And
how do you love me?" she teased, smiling and twirling a lock of his hair.

"I
love you more than I love myself, more than anyone, until the end of time,
forever..." he mused, closing his eyes briefly.

"So
if you love me so," she said, "prove to me you love me truly."

Link
abruptly opened his eyes. "How shall I prove it to you?"

"You
love me with your heart, but do you love me with your mind?" she asked.
"Do you love me with all of you?"

"Yes,"
he answered, throat dry.

"Then
let us show each other our love, so that we will remember and cherish it
always."

"Yes,
my love."

"Thank
you," she smiled, and moved in.

Their
lips touched again, but soon they were wide apart, and with a flash the
maiden's soft tongue darted to her lover's teeth, feeling their surface. Link
accepted and greeted the partner with his own. They each tasted in their own
minds sweeter than the sweetest nectar and wine. Probing each other's mouths,
they relaxed onto the couch, hands on their backs, rubbing and stroking as
their tongues worked furiously.

A gasp
for air and they were apart, their mouths connected by a thin strand of mutual
liquid. a'sa's eyes slid half-shut as she gave a soft grunt.

"Show
me your love, my hero. Show me truly..." she moaned, feeling Link's hands
caress her neck.

"Mmm...if
you will show your love to me, I shall show mine to you..." Link breathed,
gazing at Zelda's beautiful face, feeling her flattened bosoms against his
sculpted chest and the gentle curves of her thighs along his.

"Shall
I show you my love like this?" she asked, giggling and grabbing a
sandwich. Unhestiantly she took a big bite out of it.

The
flavors of ranch dressing, the lettuce, the bread, and the Cucoo blended mildly
in her mouth. Not more delicious was the candy of her youth or the feasts on
her birthdays than this heavenly creation.

"Oh
Link," she half-moaned, delighting in the sensations of her mate's embrace
and the tastes of his wonderful cooking. "It tastes divine..."

"Then
let me share in the taste, my love," he said, and again assulted her lips,
piercing the barrier of her teeth and finding an entirely new flavor within her
mouth. She eagerly fought back, their tongues passionately deuling,
transferring delicious morcels of sandwich back and forth.

In
another pause for air, Zelda took a second bite and found it more heavenly than
the last. Soon she had wolfed down the entire sandwich in a few ravenous bites,
and licked her ruby lips clean.

"Link...that
was the most wonderful thing I've ever eaten."

"And
you are the most wonderful thing that I have ever been in the saintly presence
of," Link continued, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses. He
moved up and down, first placing a light peck on her cheek, then on the collar,
and lightly on her firey lips and down to her shoulders. Zelda smiled at the
sensations she felt, trying to decide whether she enjoyed more his lips, or his
sandwiches.

"Come,
we shall take our love to a higher level," she purred, reaching around and
undoing two of the buttons that held her blouse to her body.

Link's
hands reached hers, and they caressed each other as Link slowly unbuttoned the
last three buttons on her back. His hands touched her bare skin and sent a jolt
of pleasure through them both.

Kissing
passionately once again, Link's hands felt and explored her back, from the
peaks of her shoulders to the dip of her spine and, slowly, down past the
barier of her skirt's waistband and down into the hills of her round, firm
bottom, which he slowly felt over and kneaded gently. His lover gasped sharply
and smiled, as she knocked the hat off his head and reached for the buttons of
his shirt.

She
kissed him again and again as she revealed his torso. Her hands moved down his
chiseled pecs and across his tight, sculpted abdomen, delighting in the feeling
of his manly physique. She placed her hands on his shoulders, feeling their
broad, tight strength, and sat up on his lap. Her blouse, now held on only
through the sleeves that were still on her arms, began to slide off. Link
closed his eyes and began to tongue-kiss his love again, retrieving the last
bits of sandwich and the last tasty juice of her saliva. His hands roamed
across her back, pulling her tight.

She paused
in the embrace and sat up. Over her head went the blouse, tossed onto the floor
like a towel. Link feasted his eyes on the sight of her buxom breasts,
restrained by the lacy white fabric of her bra. At the same time, she pulled
Link's shirt over his head and tossed it next to her own. Leaning over and
practically placing his head in the valley of her cleavage, she picked up
another sandwich and munched happily on it.

"I
like what I'm tasting...do you like what you're seeing?" she asked
teasingly, still chewing, now relaxing onto Link's hard chest, head turned to
the side as though his torso were her pillow, as he caressed her head and ran
his fingers through her platinum-blonde tresses as Zelda stroked his matching
golden locks.

"I
like that you like the taste..." he breathed heavily, hand moving towards
the strap of Zelda's delicate brassaire. "I like what I see...and I love
you now, heart, mind, and body."

"And
I love you, heart, mind, and body too, my Link," she said between bites.
"And I love your sandwiches."

Before
she could go on, a feeling welled up in her filling belly. She felt the
sandwiches shifting, and air rising. Uncontained, a spectacular belch forced
its way into the room from her mouth. She giggled. "Oh no! Oh so
feminine..." she laughed sarcastically.

"Well,
I guess you must love the food!" Link laughed. She laughed back.

"Too
bad I can't tell if you like what you get to eat, so to speak," she smiled
seductively, reaching around and undoing the clasp of her bra as she reared up.

Her
stupendous breasts now bounced into full view, hanging from her chest round,
full and massive, hanging above Link's head. His hands moved to her back and
pulled her close, as his fingers began to creep towards her front.

"Do
you like this?" she asked as Link's hands found her bosoms and began to
caress their round weightiness.

"I
do, I do indeed my love," he whispered, kissing her neck and continuing to
gently maul her heavy spheres, feeling a sharp twang in his loins as his
manhood grew hard and warm beneath her torso.

"Well,
I guess there is a way to tell, my love," said Zelda as she felt the
growing hardness between her legs. "I shall see how you love me, my
dear." Her hands went for Link's belt and her mouth for another bite of
sandwich as he sat up.

He
planted a deep kiss on the mound of her crimson nipple, feeling the warmth of
his tongue on the warmth of her body. It grew quickly hard. He moved to the
other, sucking and lapping at it as if he were a babe, while gently tweaking
and rubbing the other. Zelda began to twist her head in pleasure, moaning
softly from the sensations of his oral attack and the oral attack waged by the
sandwich in her mouth.

"Mmmmmph...oh
goddesses Link...that feels so good...it tastes so good..." she moaned,
her head whipping from side to side as Link continued his teasing attack. She
heavily swallowed, the muscles in her neck tightening, and the last bit of her
second sandwich slid down into her gorge.

Through
the haze of her pleasure and delicious meal, Zelda unbuckled Link's belt and
slid his tunic off. Her hands darted for his manhood and found the large bulge
in his underwear. Sliding his briefs off the full glory of his erection was
plain for her to see.

It was
easily as long as her hand and perhaps another third, wide, full, pointed to
the ceiling in anticipation. Link paused his licking of her breasts to lie back
onto the couch as Zelda straddled him, a growing wetness soaking her panties.

"I
see you truly do love me, Link," she cooed, feeling his huge erection, her
fingers moving around the meaty shaft and through the soft fields of his matted
curly hair. "Mind...and body."

"And
I know you must love me, my dear, for you've had two portions of my love for
you already," Link smiled, caressing her breasts with one hand and moving
to the waistband of her skirt with the other.

"We've
proven our love, but why stop now?" he continued, smiling. "We can
love each other more than we ever thought possible."

Zelda
tittered with delerious joy at her fantasy finally being fulfilled. "If
there's more of this in it," she said, quickly pumping his engorged cock,
" and more of these," she continued, grabbing a third sandwich,
"I'll do whatever you want."

Link
arched his back at the pleasurable sensation of her hands on his groin and her
words of encouragement about his gastronomic success. He slowly slid her skirt
off, down around her thighs and past her knees, and finally off her ankles. He
tossed it with his tunic.

Zelda bit
into the sandwich with a crunch, the flavors of it as sweet as ever, doubled by
the pleasure of Link's advances. She shook slightly with anticipation and
desire, as a spot of darkness appeared on her thin panties.

Link
slipped his thumbs through the panties at their thin points on her hips and
slowly slid them down, until a patch of light golden hair bristled above them.
Encouraged, he drew her panties over her knees and off her legs, tossing them
to to floor and revealing the full extent of her womanhood.

Soft,
tender, pink and glistening, the folds of her vagina trembled at his touch.
Zelda groaned with pleasure as his fingers explored her nethier regions, stick
lubrication beginning to ooze from both her creased pussy and his hard phallus.
He removed his three fingers from the rim of her opening, by then slick with
the fluid, and kissed her deeply once more, their tongues darting into each
other's mouths. His lubricant-dripping fingers slid into her mouth, and she
eagerly licked her own essence as he tasted it as well. It was mysterious,
intense, and exotic, complimenting the mild ranch dressing and lettuce and the
warmth of the semi-chewed Cucoo bits.

He sat
up, forcing the shaft of his cock parallel to the groove of her loins. The
pressure of the member on her femininity made Zelda throw her head back in
sweet torturous pleasure. Zelda fell back onto the other end of the couch,
breasts jiggling erotically from the impact and a trail of juice oozing from
her hot slit. Link eagerly advanced and buried his head between her sensitive,
shapely legs. Zelda moaned with pleasure from the feeling and took another huge
bite of sandwich just as Link began to taste her pussy.

His
tongue expertly darted in and around her hole, licking the lips of her
womanhood flatly with his tongue like a dog and inside like a piercing spear.
Zelda gasped faster and faster as she chewed, her hands in Link's hair,
pressing his head closer into her sweaty sex. The smell and taste of Zelda
threatened to overwhelm the hero, but he continued, lapping at her cunt with
renewed vigor. Zelda shook more and more as his licking reached a cresendo.
With a gutteral cry Zelda spasmed with an intense orgasm, a thousand times
better than her own solo experiences merely imagining herself in this position.
She sank into the couch, still trembling, as she swallowed more of the
delicious sandwich. Link diligantly continued to lick her pussy clean as the
force of her orgasm subsided, wedging his hands under the folds of her inner
thighs and groping her sexy, round fleshy butt.

She
finished the last bit of her third sandwich, gulping it down audibly. She felt
wonderful, but she now longed for something more. Her partner agreed and began
to edge his throbbing hardness closer to her drenched vagina.

"Do
you truly love me?" she gasped, her chest rising and falling beautifully
as her heaving bosom rose and fell like a ship at sea.

"Yes,"
Link answered, resting his huge penis on the fold of her cunt.

"Then...you
must do the last act of our love..."

Link
complied, arching back and, with Zelda holding his member steady, slowly forced
the bulbous head of his cock past the barrier of her tight lips.

Link gave
a deep groan as Zelda's warm embrace smothered the tip of his shaft. Backing
out partially for a moment, he then applied still more pressure, sliding
halfway into her bodylda lda let out a wild gasp and moaned intensely, one hand
feeling her lover's hard shaft and the other around his neck. Link's hands
brushed past his mate's heavy breast globes, setting them bouncing for a
moment, and then planted them firmly on her beautiful bottom, feeling the bare
skin and squeezing tight.
&;
With
another deep thrust he had gotten almost all the way in. Zelda, the last
sandwich in hand, cried louder than ever.

"By
all the goddesses, Link...it's so big and full...so deep inside me...and the
sandwich is so good..." she moaned. "I need it...all of it...in
me...flill me completely...complete me..."

Not sure
whether she was referring to the sandwich or his penis, Link assumed the latter
and, backing out a bit, st ist in all the way. Zelda gave a sharp cry and
gasped, nearly choaking on a bite of sandwich.

"Faster...harder...please,"
she begged.

"Oh...by
Falore and Din and Nayru above..." Link groaned, slowly beginning a rhythmic
pumping. "It feels better than anything..."

Zelda
moaned in agreement, beginning to bite and chew the sandwich to the rhythm of
Link's thrusts.

Link
increased and increased the tempo, bringing greater and greater shouts of
extacy from his love. She ate and ate faster and faster to keep up with her
lover's pounding thrusts.

Link
grunted and jammed his member harder than ever, as Zelda's weighty bosoms
bounced wildly before him. She cried louder and louder until it became a single
defining wail of extacy as mind-blowing orgasms shook both their bodies.

Link's
hot seed erupted deep into Zelda's womb, spreading and filling her with a warm
fire like hot lead in her innards. What seemed like a torrent of hot liquid
gushed in spurting bursts from the tip of his staff into her, as if it would
fill her full and burst from her mouth. A sweet eternity of extacy as Zelda
thrashed from the force of her climax, as Link's stream began to drip from the
rim of her lips.

At last
their orgasm subsided, Zelda gasping for breath as she swallowed the last of
her sandwich, Link slowly removing his slick cock from her dripping, swollen
cunt. With the last of their energy they shifted postions back onto the other
side of the couchlda lda laying happily on Link's rising and falling chest,
eyes closed.

"Link...you
have proven your love," she breathed, her tight, food-packed stomach bulge
rising and falling against Link's semi-hard, oozing cock.

Link
looked at the empty plate. "You have proven yours as well, my dear."

They
kissed one last time before lying back, exhausted and happy.

"I
feel so full, so complete. So satiated. You have whetted my appitite, my
love."

Again
unsure of whether she was referring to the semen in her womb or the sandwiches
in her belly, Link just sighed and closed his eyes. "Happy birthday, my
love."

"You
have given me the best birthday present ever," she answered, dreamily.

"The
sex?" Link asked slyly. /p>

an>
Zelda
thought for a moment. "The sandwiches..."
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Sex and the Sandwich