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Endgame Plus	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 17453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places in the Legend of Zelda franchise. This is a fanfiction, and I make no money off of this.

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Author's Note: This is a series of companion stories to Endgame. I have several unused ideas that either didn't fit into the main story, or were omitted for one reason or another, and I wanted to get at least some down on paper before finishing Endgame. You can make requests if there is a scene you were dying to see that didn't get written- it doesn't have to be canon to the original story.
This particular excerpt is sort of an alternate Chapter 12.
The third time Zelda’s nightmares startled Link from an uneasy sleep, she’d managed to twist around and get her arms and one leg trapped in the blanket. He wriggled free of the quilt himself, whining softly and nosing at her body, trying to gently wake her up, or at least free her from the clutches of the dream.
Gently, he seized the edge of the blanket with his teeth and tried to tug it free of her, but after a few moments gave up as Zelda gasped in a full breath, stilling for a moment as she realized where she was and started to more methodically extract herself from the covers. Glad she was awake, at least enough to shake free of the nightmare, Link licked softly at her skin, then his ears flattened slightly with embarrassment when he caught her intoxicating scent and realized just where he’d licked her.

Somehow, she’d gotten turned around so she was almost entirely facing away from him. He’d been to focused on waking her up to notice at first, but now all he could scent was her beautiful body, her core just inches away from his nose.
Zelda had jumped at the feel of his soft, wet tongue just below where her thigh curved out into her ass. It was surprising, of course, but due to the nature of the dreams she’d been having, doubly so. Even as a feral wolf, Link was such a contrast to their captor, so gentle and soothing, and she realized she wanted more of that, wanted it desperately enough she didn’t care right at this second that he was decidedly inhuman in shape.
“Link… again?” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. It was easily enough for his wolfish ears to pick up on, though, and if he wasn’t unsure of what she meant at first, the way she shifted position, moving more onto all fours left no doubt what she meant. He whimpered slightly, questioningly, but he had already started sniffing close at her skin again, drinking in every trace of her scent. It was so much richer as a wolf, he could pick out every undertone, every hint of meaning.
Strongest of all was her, of course, the smell of her skin and sweat mixed with the unmistakable and highly arousing smell of her sex. He could smell traces of himself, both as a Hylian and as a wolf, and it made his tail wag slightly to scent them so entwined. What he didn’t like, though, was the much stronger and more recent stink of Ganondorf overlaying his own scent claim, and the tones of pain and fear that went along with it.
Oddly, it was that as much as her obvious desire that convinced him. The wolf in him was highly protective of his mate, and offended that someone else had dared to mark her. There was still enough of Link’s true self to keep from leaping right onto her back and mounting her mercilessly to wipe out any trace of the intruder, though, and he started by doing exactly what she’d asked, a second lick just a hair closer to her core than the first.
Her ever-so-soft moan was a delightful encouragement, and he continued more enthusiastically than before, this time licking close enough to taste her, making the already heady bouquet of her scent almost overwhelming. He needed no further encouragement to continue licking and nosing at her, cleaning every trace of her he could reach. His tongue was long enough to get deeper inside where she couldn’t reach, cleaning her body of what Ganondorf had left behind, and by the way she squirmed and moaned softly under him, she thoroughly enjoyed the sensations.
Soon, all he could taste and smell was her, clean juices flowing to finish cleansing her body of his tainted seed, and he pulled away slightly, nosing at one soft buttock to see how she was doing. Her response was immediate, she looked over her shoulder to face him. Although it was too dark to see much, he could scent everything, hear everything, the smell of arousal, the slightly warmer heat from her body, the faster, shallow breaths she was taking, even the increased beating of her heart. “Link… I…” She bit her lip, barely visible in the shadows of the night. “I want more…” she said nervously. “If you… if you want…”
Well, there was no denying that he DID in fact want. He could feel the cool night air on his bare shaft, already eagerly erect, and he pressed forwards, his chest brushing against her rump. He could feel her shift position, legs spreading slightly, dropping down to her elbows to brace a little better, and he jumped up, doing his best not to mark her skin with his rough claws.
Zelda refused to flinch as his forepaws scratched over her back before resting on her shoulders. She didn’t want to give him any sign she was hurt, because she knew he’d stop and she wanted this. She wanted it so bad that it ached, and his stupid nobility wouldn’t let him continue if he knew he’d caused her even a moment’s discomfort. But then she felt the head of his cock slip effortlessly inside of her and moaned with pleasure and satisfaction.
It took longer to get into position than he wanted, it wasn’t as if he’d had any practice doing this as a wolf and he knew he must be scratching and elbowing her back. When he did finally get set though, everything went smooth, incredibly smooth. His cock, more tapered in this form, slid easily inside of her, and he drove forwards eagerly.
Zelda cried out in delight. His furry body against hers was… strange, and there w
as the thrill of doing something obviously forbidden, and yet it was still her Link inside her, and the gentle way he leaned down and licked her shoulder just made that clearer. Even lost in his own pleasure, he still cared enough to check on her, ensuring she was okay with the proceedings.
She reached up, a little awkwardly, and caressed the side of his face, rubbing his ear. He made a contented sort of growl and thrust harder into her, her body seeming somehow tighter with every thrust forwards.
Her hand dropped down, needing to brace on the floor with both arms again. Link’s energy showed no signs of flagging, and at this point she was sure it wasn’t her imagination; his cock was absolutely swelling. It wasn’t quite as big as Ganondorf’s, but she could feel her sex stretching delightfully to accommodate him.
Link’s head dropped down to nuzzle over her back and shoulders again, his tongue flicking out gently against the back of her neck. All abruptly, he was overcome with a rush of pleasure, and he drove his hips hard forward against her, biting down on the back of her neck not quite hard enough to damage the skin.

Zelda cried out in delight and surprise as his swollen shaft slid forwards into her, filling her delightfully full, the sensation of his teeth on her neck shocking but somehow arousing too. Very primal, along with his low growls and the way his body twitched against hers.
After a few moments, he came back to himself, and let go of her neck with alacrity, licking apologetically at the dents left by his teeth. She reached up and stroked his face again. “I’m not complaining,” she whispered breathlessly, relaxing a bit onto the quilt spread on the floor to keep the chill away.
He was loathe to get off of her, especially because at first he seemed a little bit stuck. She didn’t seem at all inclined to push him away, either, stroking his face or his paw, generally encouraging him to stay put. After a while though, when he knew she must be getting uncomfortable with his weight resting on her back like that, he awkwardly hitched back, trying again to keep from scratching her any worse than he already had. He let out an almost human groan as his shaft finally slid free of her, matched by her own, higher-pitched sound of pleasure.
She stretched, and his tail wagged slightly as he watched, her beautiful body nearly invisible in the dark, just enough hints to be enticing. His scent was now well overlaid with hers, as was only proper, and he whuffed with contentment as she curled back against him, pulling the quilt up over herself to keep from catching a chill.
Come morning, of course, he saw the angry red claw marks on her sides and back, the small purplish bruises left by his teeth on her neck before she wrapped the quilt around herself like a cloak, and the shame of having hurt her cleared the wolf’s possessive pleasure from his mind. She stood up and went to go look out the window, looking haunted again, and he knew this wasn’t good enough. He had to get his own form back, no matter how humiliatingly he had to beg for it.
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