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Diplomacy	By : Bishonen Category: Zelda > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 18165 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1
Zelda took a deep breath of relief as she stepped into the Gerudo palace. The air was considerably cooler within than the arid winds that were whipping up outside. Taking a moment, Zelda looked around her surroundings. The walls had clearly been hewn directly into the side of the mountain, but they were anything but rough. The stone had been polished to a nearly mirror-like finish, a fact that put Zelda a bit off when she saw her reflection. Her hair was a matted to her forehead with moisture, and there were even faint stains near her underarms. Now that she had noticed that, she became aware of a slight odor that she knew had to be coming from herself. Zelda’s face flushed slightly. Though she was very active for a princess, and took pride in being so, she still had plenty of pride as a proper woman of the court, too, and the idea of meeting with a dignitary in her current state was more than a little embarrassing.
Suddenly Zelda was snapped out of her thoughts by a feminine voice. “Princess Zelda, I have been sent to meet with you.” Zelda quickly returned to reality. She turned to face the owner of the voice. For a moment she was unsure what to say. Like any Gerudo, the woman standing before her looked quite different than anyone she had met before. Her face had a slightly angular quality that was rather elegant, as opposed to the rounder features of Zelda's own people. Her skin was a deep bronze, so unlike the fair skin that most Hylians had, and the blue, scaled covering of the Zora. Even the tanned Gorons looked very different despite the similarity in coloring, given that their course, thick hide was more like rock than flesh. And her exotic traits were only enhanced by the makeup she wore around her eyes that gave her a slightly predatory look. But aside from that, the thing that stood out the most was her clothing, a rather thin top that only barely covered her chest, exposing a great deal of cleavage and did nothing for her midriff. And though her pants covered her lower half very well, the material was thin enough that it was nearly translucent.
“I am Aveil, second in command of my people. Lady Nabooru would have greeted you herself, but some rather important matters arose unexpectedly,” Aveil said, giving a small bow, her rather ample chest inadvertently catching Zelda’s eye as she did so.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Aveil, and I fully understand that a ruler must deal with the unexpected,” Zelda replied, regaining her senses she gave a small curtsy. Having only recently repelled Ganondorf after the tyrant presided over a seven-year-long rule of terror, Zelda was quite sincere in her tolerance of others' need to deal with unexpected circumstances. It was still a dangerous world, even during this time of rebuilding what Ganondorf had destroyed.
Aveil stood up, smiling. “I am glad to know that. It has been quite some time since our people have had peaceful relations, and it would be a shame to start off poorly,” Aveil said. Her gaze quickly swept over Zelda, with a hint of something that sent a small shiver through the fair-skinned princess.
“It may be a fair time before Lady Nabooru is finished with her task,” Aveil said, snapping her fingers. A pair of women wearing outfits similar to her own, with the exception that they had veils covering their lower faces, approached. “If you would like, these two will help you bathe.”
“I would love to take a chance to clean up,” Zelda said, feeling a bit of relief that she would have a chance to clean up before meeting with the Gerudo leader, even if her second had already seen her in this state. “And you needn't trouble your servants; I can bathe myself. I may be a princess, but I take care of myself mostly,” Zelda said.
There was a small chuckle from not only the two servants, but from Aveil as well. “I did not mean to imply anything about your own abilities, Princess Zelda, but water is a very precious thing here. Our methods of bathing are a bit...different than what you are used to. But you understand that we must ask, with great respect, that you follow our ways in this situation and allow our servants to tend to you. Even an honored guest is not valued above our need to conserve our precious water, Princess."
"Naturally," Zelda agreed, hoping her face did not betray how stupid she felt, and hoping that they had not taken offense to her ignorance. Of course they would expect her to follow their directions on this point; she felt a complete fool for having to have Aveil explain it to her. "I will happily submit to your needs, and am quite willing to have your servants assist me."
“That is most pleasing. I shall report to Lady Nabooru of your arrival, then, while these two assist you.” With that said, the woman left.
The two servants bowed to Zelda. “I am Vasanti, and this is my sister, Abha,” one of them said. Vasanti’s clothing was a light yellow, and Abha was dressed in green, and that seemed the only possible way to distinguish one from the other. All Gerudo were sharply similar in appearance, but Vasanti and Abha were completely identical. Perhaps they were twins, Zelda considered, although even the identical twins she had seen before had at least some tiny details of difference that life's experiences had created. Vasanti and Abha, however, truly seemed to have none.
As the sisters led Zelda through the many winding passages of the palace, Abha spoke. “I have been wondering for some time...are all Hylians so pale?” she asked. Vasanti gave her sister a sharp look.
“It's alright; I am not offended,” Zelda said to Vasanti in an assuring tone. “Not all are as pale--or fair skinned, I prefer to say--as myself. There are some, mostly those who work outside, that are quite tanned, though they don’t even begin to compare to the coloration of your people.” As she spoke, Zelda couldn’t help but feel a tiny trace of envy at the sisters' bronzed complexion. As proud as she was of her own fairness, there was a certain appeal to the darkened tone that was so prevalent amongst the Gerudo.
There was little time for any farther conversation as they reached their destination, a large room in which the floor and walls were all marble, with gems and gold inlaid in intricate patterns. There were mirrors placed perfectly to catch light from a small hole in the ceiling, and they lit up the room with a brilliant shimmer. But what stood out most due to its oddness was a table near one of the walls. On it sat a large vase and several smaller jars, and around it there was also a set of sickles. It was clear even from a distance that they were quite dull.
“Water is too valuable to waste upon cleansing. We use oils instead,” Abha said, walking over to the table. She picked up a few bottles, sniffing lightly at each before pouring a bit into the jar. “First we coat ourselves in the oil, then we use the sickles to scrape it away. It works quite well, as well as your baths of water, I would wager,” she explained as she added a few drops from two bottles at once.
“I see. In my kingdom, we take water rather for granted,” Zelda commented. She remembered having heard Gaondorf, during her capture at the end of his tyrannical reign, once speak wistfully to himself in her presence of the cool and pleasant breeze that Hylians took for granted, the comforts of which the Gerudo knew nothing. It had been a strange moment of humanity in a dark monster, and stuck out in Zelda's mind. Comfortable breezes, cool and bountiful water...what else did her kingdom casually, ignorantly possess that these people would so covet? She felt...guilty, ashamed, somehow, that her people had such richness in their world that these people did not.
The rich smell of the oils wafting to her nose broke Zelda out of her thoughts. She had noticed a faintly pleasant scent on the sisters, as well as Aveil, and the oil must have been the source.
“Perhaps, though I doubt you take your water as much for granted as the Zora," Vasanti joked. Zelda smiled, both in slight mirth and with a tiny pulse of gratified relief that Vasanti could dismiss this topic of differences in their peoples' prosperity so casually. She nodded in agreement.
“Well, as with any sort of bathing, you cannot wear your clothes. Indeed, I think our oils would be worse for your garments than your waters,” Abha said, taking one last sniff of the concoction to be sure that it was just right.
Zelda blushed faintly as the sisters each wordlessly approached her from either side, taking her gloves and easily sliding them off. Vasanti slipped behind her and, with a deftness that would shame most pickpockets, undid the bindings on the back of her dress. Once it was removed, Abha folded it and put it aside, before kneeling down and removing each of Zelda’s shoes.
Now clad only in her undergarments, Zelda could not help but feel as though the Gerudo sister’s eyes were roaming over her with some lust. Until now, she had tried to forget the many rumors that she had heard, the ones that said that, due to the lack of men, many Gerudo enjoyed women in the same way. She had not ignored those rumors because it truly bothered her, though. Rather, she had ignored them because she did not want to start negotiations with any potentially false preconceptions, and because...well, it definitely did not bother her to think about, but it did distract her very completely, in a pleasant way, much in the same way as meetings with the always shamelessly nude Zora Princess Ruto did.
Vasanti’s hands softly ran down Zelda’s sides, sending a flutter through her belly. Together, the sisters undid the latches on her garters. Abha quickly and smoothly pulled off her stockings.
Abha’s fingers lightly hooked into her panties, and in one motion pulled them off. At the exact same moment, Vasanti undid her bra. Zelda’s hands instinctively went to cover herself, but she just as quickly moved them away. There was hardly a point in covering oneself when cleaning.
“You have a lovely figure, Princess,” Abha said as she retrieved the jar of oil, bringing it over. “Soft and with curves without end...a few muscles, but underneath the surface, unseeable. You are nothing like we are, all angles, our outlines jagged from strength rising to the surface." She dipped her hand in, scooping up some of the oil. Both sisters began to rub Zelda softly, Abha from her feet up, with Vasanti going down from her shoulders. At the first bit of contact the oil felt a littlie cold but within seconds it began to warm considerably.
"Such beautiful skin, too," Vasanti added as they worked. "Not just pale--fair, rather--but so pleasantly soft and pliant, as well. So different from a Gerudo...we're all taut and tough, but your flesh is like a pillow."
Zelda did not know what to say to this. She felt like she should thank Vasanti, but the tone had been simple and conversational, and Zelda could not be sure it had really been meant to be a compliment so much as a basic observation.
Each woman moved slowly along, not missing an inch. Abha ran her fingers in between each toe and up her calves. Vasanti ran down both of her arms, interlacing her fingers with Zelda’s.
As the rich, slightly spicy aroma of the oil wafted through the room, Zelda could feel her body growing warmer. The firm caresses of the sisters' hands all over her body were extremely sensual regardless of how professional they might be, and Zelda's body responded as any woman's would, regardless of her futile efforts to calm her excitement.
Suddenly Abha’s fingers brushed against Zelda’s inner thigh, sending a pleasurable shock through her. The smallest gasp slipped past her lips, her face flushing a bit, but neither woman showed any reaction.
Vasanti’s hands, meanwhile, gently slid up her sides and cupped each of her breasts, gently rubbing the oil against them. Though there was no inherit sensuality in her motions, Zelda could still feel her nipples growing hard at the touch.
Should she say something? Ask them to stop, or apologize for the reactions of her body, that they must surely notice?
“There is no need to be embarrassed,” Vasanti softly whispered into Zelda’s ear. Zelda shivered at the hot words' caress. Vasanti must have noticed her embarrassment. “Here, bathing such as this is nearly always communal. Normally we would tend to ten others at once, typically with less expensive oils. We are only alone now because you are a special guest. This is the natural reaction to this situation, and we are very familiar with it. You must not allow yourself to feel uncomfortable, Princess."
With the reassurance, Zelda's arousal spiked, though it was still mixed with just a bit of shame...but as Abha's fingers stroked gently along her outer petals, the arousal soon overshadowed everything else. Zelda happily gave into the feeling and submerged her conscious mind in her excitement. It felt natural to do so, as Vasanti had said.
Abha’s hands suddenly pulled away, and were replaced by something soft and warm, something that felt far more intense and made Zelda release a small moan. Looking down, Zelda could see that Abha was gently pushing her tongue out against her lower lips, lapping at it.
Before Zelda could say anything, Vasanti laid a single finger upon her lips, and the unexpected gesture somehow cut through Zelda's shock to silence her for a moment, as Vasanti spoke. “As I have already mentioned, liquid very valuable here, Princess. It is our way not to let even a single drop of it go to waste. When a woman's love leaks in here, it is the attendant's duty, and happy honor, to ensure it is not neglected,” she murmured, tilting forward replacing her finger with her lips, softly kissing Zelda.
For several seconds, many conflicting thoughts flooded through Zelda’s mind--the stories about Gerudo orgies, that Vasanti's words sounded honest strangely logical, and if so, she shouldn’t push her away, the embarrassment of having a woman, whose name she had only just learned, licking away at her most sensitive and private place...but more than anything else, what was on her mind was the nearly overwhelming pleasure of it.
As Abha’s tongue gently darted into her cunny, brushing against her inner walls, Vasanti’s tongue was also very busy, rubbing against her lips, gently probing into her mouth, sucking softly. If Zelda had wanted to push either sister away, she no longer had the strength to do so, for it had evaporated as quickly as water would outside these cool stone walls.
Abha’s tongue danced rapidly along Zelda’s quim, snatching up every drop of her juices without missing any. At the same time she let her hands run alongside Zelda’s backside, gently squeezing her buttocks firmly. Vasanti’s went down from Zelda’s breasts and down her belly to her thighs, making her buck her hips a bit, nearly throwing Abha off balance. But she maintained her position, and firmed her grip on Zelda’s backside.
Zelda’s mind was fluttering wildly. A few times late at night she had sometimes touched herself lightly, occasionally thinking of royal handmaidens and Zora princesses, but usually not thinking of particularly anything. But this...the soft warmth of Abha’s tongue on her quim and Vasanti’s lips against her own were a whole different world from her tiny forays into self pleasure. She couldn’t help but notice that Vasanti’s lips had a faint sweetness clinging to them; that, combined with the heady spice of the oil, was nearly more than she could stand.
Finally unable to take any more, Zelda came, her entire body shuddering hard. Were it not for Vasanti’s lips clamped down over her own, her moan would have surely echoed through the entire palace.
Zelda could faintly hear Abha gulping down the gush of her nectar.
Abha slowly pulled away, licking her lips. “I must say, Princess, that you have a truly exquisite flavor. I know of no Gerudo as sweet as you,” she said, her breath tickling against the still sensitive flesh of Zelda’s womanhood, making shudder a bit.
Zelda couldn’t form any kind of response as the sisters continued their work, acting so casual, as if nothing hand happened...but every little touch still left her tingling in a wonderfully erotic way.
Once the last few inches of her body were covered with the oil, the sisters retrieved the golden sickles, and in quick but gentle swipes, scraped every bit of it away. By the time they were finished, Zelda’s mind had returned to a more normal state.
Looking down at herself, Zelda couldn’t help but marvel at the way her skin nearly glowed now, a faint trace of the oil still coating her and making her already smooth skin even softer and lovelier.
“Truly, it is amazing how delicate you are.” Vasanti ran her hand along Zelda’s back, making her shiver a little. Abha’s fingers likewise danced across Zelda’s trim stomach. “It's difficult not to be envious. Even with oils as fine as this, I could never get my skin to feel this nice.”
Though their words were still as relaxed and conversational as before, they brought forth a hint of guilt within Zelda. She had noticed several pale scars on both sisters, and as wonderful as their hands had felt, she had noticed calluses like those of the knights. All of Zelda's maids had skin nearly as fair and flawless as her own, but these two had obviously not had it as easy.
Zelda was snapped back to awareness as Vasanti spoke. “As lovely as your dress is, I think you would find our clothing much more comfortable,” she suggested. She glanced to a chest in the room, and her sister darted over to it, opening it and pulling out some fine pink garments that looked very similar to what many of the other Gerudo wore.
Looking over the outfit, Zelda was filled with a new conflict. Her dress had indeed been both heavy and hot, even for the short time she had thus far worn it for here, and the outfit before her did look much cooler. Aside from that, turning it down could be construed as being rude; after all, she was a guest trying to repair a rather strained relationship with the Gerudo, and if she refused one kindness perhaps they wouldn't feel as inclined to offer others during later negotiations. But on the other hand...it was so thin, and revealing, that she may as well be naked, by Hylian standards.
But soon enough, politeness and necessity won out of modesty and worry. It took a little help to slide the top on properly. Though Zelda’s breasts were not quite as large as either of the sisters' own, or indeed any of the Gerudo's she had seen, it still felt rather tight. The pants were another matter altogether. For one thing, there were no undergarments, leaving the sheer and silken material to rub directly against her bare and sensitive skin.
One final touch was made. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. The sisters both commented again on how beautiful she was, bringing out a full body mirror. Looking at herself, Zelda couldn’t help but feel a hint of lust trickle through her mind. The light pink clothing complimented her natural feminine appeal, and the way her hair sat seemed to enhance it even more than usual.
“It seems that I arrive at the perfect time,” Aveil commented, having entered the room so silently that Zelda would have never noticed had she not spoken. “I must say that outfit looks wonderful on you,” she added. Zelda flushed a little bit at the compliment. "Your soft figure fills it in a way our people could never hope to."
“Thank you. I always thought that your people’s clothing looked very good, and after wearing it, I find that it is even more comfortable than I would have thought,” Zelda said, taking a few steps. The soft materiel stirred up a small amount of arousal as she did, which she was trying very hard to keep down.
Aveil smiled. “I am glad to hear that you approve. But to the matter at hand, Lady Nabooru has returned, and is awaiting you in the grand hall.”
With a small bow and thanks to the sisters, Zelda was led out of the chamber and down a long hall. As she walked along, the Princess caught herself watching the rather exaggerated sway of Aveil’s hips, but she quickly pushed the thoughts away. After all, if she were to get too aroused, who was to say the woman in front of her wouldn’t pin her to the wall and lap up every drop of...
Before the thoughts could go any farther, they stepped out into a large room, easily as large as the main hall in her own palace. The whole room was adorned with silk banners of all different shades and colors. Individually they might have been garish, but together they seemed to enhance each other and lend a wonderful charm to the whole place.
But what truly stood out was the huge table that took up most of the floor, an enormous semi-circle low to the ground and covered in a variety of foods, some familiar, others like nothing Zelda had ever seen before. All of it smelled fantastic.
There were already quite a few women gathered around the table. Many of them were involved in conversations, paying no real attention to Zelda’s entry. However, that changed very quickly when the woman at the back stood up. Even if Zelda had not recognized her as the sixth Sage from when they had defeated Ganondorf, the woman's powerful presence would have made it obvious that she was the leader here.
“Welcome, Princess Zelda. We are very honored to have you here,” Nabooru said in a very welcoming tone, gesturing widely with her arms. All the other women turned briefly to Zelda, and each gave a small bow.
“I am the one who should be thankful. Though I have not been here for long, I have been very well treated,” Zelda said, returning the bow. It was true; her treatment so far had been very pleasant, if a bit...unusual.
“I'm glad to hear it,” Nabooru said, with a rather casual cheerfulness. “Now, come take a seat," she said, patting a cushion next to herself.
As Zelda approached, she could hear faint mutters from the various women, many commenting on her appearance. A few, though seemed to be thinking about what might come of this meeting.
Zelda took a seat to Nabooru’s right, while Aveil sat to her left. “I hope you will enjoy this evening. It’s very rare for us to feast like this, but it’s also very rare to have a guest of such importance. I cannot remember the last time we had a feast of this size; I think most of us here probably have not seen such a thing in our time...but we know that you must be used to such events, and wished you to feel comfortable.”
Zelda felt another twinge of guilt. This was the largest feast they'd had in recent memory? Though it was large, it was only barely more than the nobility of Hyrule would expect for the most common diplomatic events. And to think that Nabooru's people were putting this on simply to give Zelda the comfort of familiarity, a familiarity of indulgence and excess...
Nabooru lifted a large mug up, as did all the other women present. “Let us drink to this great occasion!” she called out, cutting through Zelda's thoughts, and all the other members of her tribe joined in.
In only a few gulps, she emptied the mug and sat it down. “Where are my manners? You haven’t got any for yourself yet,” she said, snapping her fingers. One of the servers poured a mug as large as Nabooru’s and set it down next to Zelda. Picking it up, the heady smell alone was enough to make her feel a bit tipsy.
“Goron beer, very pricey even in your kingdom for its quality. Doubly so out here.” There was a faintly dark look on the Gerudo’s face for just a moment, so brief that Zelda barely caught it.
“But do not worry about that. Drink as much as you want.” Nabooru voice was once again pleasant as her own mug was refilled.
Zelda looked down at the dark, almost black liquid in her mug, contemplating it for a moment. Even though she had taken a few glasses of wine at important dinners in recent times, Zelda had very little experience with alcohol, and something strong enough for Gorons had to be far more than she had ever thought of trying. But to turn down a gift such as this would be very poor form, especially considering the expense Nabooru had hinted at of having it provided for her. Aside from that, the yeasty smell and coldness of the cup seemed very inviting in the heat. Lifting the mug with both hands, Zelda took as much as she could and swallowed.
For a moment she found the taste repugnant, bitter and overly fermented, but soon enough that was replaced with a mild sweetness that faded into a deep warmth that seemed to fill her from head to toe. A small burp erupted from her lips before she could stop it. Blushing profusely, she began to apologize, but Nabooru dismissed it. “That just shows you enjoyed it right, Princess.”
“Even so...” Zelda felt herself getting very warm, partially from embarrassment, partly from the strong drink.
Seemingly to ease Zelda's tension, Nabooru set a plate down in front of her and started putting some food on it, but the way she need so only made Zelda a bit more uncomfortable. Rather than using utensils, Nabooru was grabbing everything with her bare hands. Only now did it dawn on the Princess that there wasn’t a single knife, fork, or spoon anywhere, and that everyone was simply picking up the food with there fingers.
“Ah, I suppose this is a bit strange for you, isn’t it, Princess Zelda?” Nabooru said, noticing the shock on her guest's face. “You must understand that our resources of metal are limited here, and must be set aside for true necessities. Aside from those necessary for preparing meals, we use no utensils. But if you would prefer, we do have some silverware a merchant traded us a while back. I can have it brought to you," Nabooru offered, ready to send one of the servers off.
“It...It is fine,” Zelda assured. She wanted to make a good impression, and following their customs was a good way to do so. Fighting back every lesson she’d been taught since childhood, Zelda delicately picked up a bit of some spiced meat, and brought it to her mouth.
Within seconds of the meat passing her lips, she had brought the mug up, gulping in a way that would surely cause her etiquette teacher to faint of horror. “Should have warned you. We like our meals rather hot," Nabooru said, clearly fighting back a grin. "We don't have much choice, truthfully. The desert's heat is quite inescapable, and infects even our vegetation."
“I will keep that in mind. Though it was very good,” Zelda replied, once the pain of the unexpected heat faded. Zelda picked her next bit of food a little more carefully.
“All pleasantries aside, Princess, I would like to know exactly what it is that you want from my people,” Nabooru stated plainly, her voice suddenly having lost every bit of friendliness and cheer. Zelda was momentarily stunned. The Gerudo chief had seemed so friendly just seconds before, but now there was a coldness to her eyes...a coldness that in some small way reminded Zelda of Ganon. But she pushed that thought aside as quickly as it had formed.
“I...I did not come wanting any physical thing, so to speak...while there are a few things, such as spices and a knowledge of metalwork that your people possess that are quite valuable, the main thing I want is to forge a stronger bond between out kingdoms,” Zelda said. Though her thoughts were a bit clouded from the beer, she was still very sharp. "My kingdom is on good terms with the Goron and Zora people, but I would like that same friendship to be present between my people and yours."
“...Of course. I had been wondering what you, the people of Hyrule, could possibly want from us. After all, we have so little even for ourselves...the only things we possess are cooperation, good will for one another. And now you want it, too." Her words were spoken with a bitter tone. She paused, before musing, "As misguided and tyrannical as he was, Ganon did in some twisted way want to help his people.” Nabooru looked aside. Despite the tone of their conversation, all the others in attendance were clearly in very high spirits.
“But do not think I condone any of the atrocities he committed," she reassured Zelda, seeming to come back to the present. "Whatever good intentions he started with, his actions were that of a monster, and in the end he did nothing for his people. I wonder how much of that was the Triforce's corruption of his ambitions, and how much was simply his true self. But at the very least, he began with the promise that he would free myself and all of my sisters from our suffering here. We love our home...but it is an unforgiving and cruel place, nothing like your own lands."
As a future leader of her own people, Zelda could empathize. Though her time in the desert had been short thus far, she had seen half buried skeletons of various creatures that had perished in the unforgiving heat, and there had been more than a few wagons that were little more than skeletons themselves. Hopefully the owners had been more fortunate.
Feeling the same guilt as before, Zelda began to speak, but was cut off before the first syllable could leave her lips. “You claim that you seek to better our relations, but you will forgive me if I am not entirely convinced that it is not necessarily with good intentions," Nabooru told her, her cold tone back. "We who live in the desert must trust one another implicitly to survive. But deceit is one of the many luxuries of your lands...even Ganondorf's darkness only materialized after he had left us for Hyrule's more tender embrace." Nabooru’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A single mistake can be fatal here, even so small a mistake as trust.” Though her words were a bit intimidating, there was no malice to them. It was merely a fact she was stating.
“What would it take to convince you, then?” Zelda asked, feeling her mind clearing what remained of the alcoholic fog. To her mind, good relations with the Gerudo people was one of the most important acts she could undertake during her reign. Hyrule's tradition of keeping them at arm's length, of viewing them as a barbaric curiosity not worth truly associating with, had enabled the tyrant Ganondorf to nearly destroy all of Hyrule...if the Gerudo and Hylians had felt greater love for one another, it was doubtful that Ganondorf's people would have supported his ambitions to overthrow the Hylian throne. Zelda was absolutely determined to create a meaningful relationship between her people and Nabooru's, one that would last and prevent a repeat of such tragedy.
“You wish a chance to prove yourself? As I said, it is difficult to trust one who is so different. Will you prove how alike to us you can be? Here, everything must be shared. Are you willing to share yourself?” Nabooru asked, leaning in and gently placing a hand against Zelda’s cheek.
For a moment the same rumors of orgies and such floated back into Zelda’s mind, but this time she did not brush them away so quickly. This time it seemed clear that they were not just rumors. But if it meant forging a bond with the Gerudo tribe...if it could mean the peace of future generations, the salvation of countless potential lives, it would be a sacrifice she could easily make.
And not one she would terribly mind, either.
“Yes. If that is what you want,” Zelda said, her voice resolute.
Nabooru stood, pulling Zelda up alongside herself. “Very well then,” she said, and began to walk along the table, Zelda in tow. Once they reached the opening, Nabooru stepped in and clapped her hands once. Instantly all the chatter went silent.
“As all of you know, we have a very special guest in our presence, Princess Zelda of Hyrule,” Nabooru said, gesturing to Zelda, who still stood at the mouth of the circle, her bravado starting to fade slightly at the many pairs of eyes falling upon her. Many seemed to hold a lustfulness that she had failed to notice before.
“Relations between our people have been distant at the best of times...and the worst are best not spoken of at this otherwise happy event,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “But now things may very well begin to change. To show the start of this new age, Princess Zelda will join me...in dance,” Nabooru said, grinning widely.
It took several moments that felt both very long and very short for the words to fully reach Zelda. Stepping forward to meet Nabooru, she felt too many conflicting emotions to even begin to try and sort them out.
“I am...relieved, but a bit confused,” Zelda whispered once she was close enough so that only Nabooru would hear.
“A small test, partially for my own amusement. My trust is not won, but this is a good start,” Nabooru whispered back.
Soon after the small exchange, music began to play. Unlike the slow and serious waltzes that Zelda was so used to, this was fast and lively. And the way that Nabooru moved...in Hyrule her movements surely would be considered obscene, her hips swaying wildly and her muscular belly flexing in ways that Zelda had never thought possible.
“Come now, join me!" Nabooru offered her hand. What little trepidation Zelda still had melted away the moment she took it. A powerful warmth similar to the oil filled her, and though her movements were not as smooth as Nabooru’s, she soon caught the hang of it and was dancing with abandon. The rest of the night faded as she took small breaks to rest from time to time, before rejoining a growing crowd, all of whom wished for her to join them at least once in their revelry. By the end of the meal, Zelda was wonderfully tired.
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