Sheikmate

The magical accident was, in hindsight, entirely Zelda's fault. She had been attempting a complex spell of self-reflection, one meant to help her reconcile the disparate parts of her soul—the poised princess and the shadowy warrior. Instead, she'd created a magical echo chamber in the Temple of Time, and the resulting backlash had been… explosive.

Link, who had been dutifully standing guard, was thrown back by a wave of golden light. When his vision cleared, he was staring at two Zeldas.

One was the Zelda he knew, dressed in her royal gown, her expression a perfect mask of horrified embarrassment. The other was dressed in Sheik's form-fitting bodysuit, her white-blonde hair tied back in a familiar tail, but her eyes were a startling, piercing red. She looked exactly like the princess's alter ego, only… more solid. More real.

"By the Goddesses," the original Zelda whispered, her hand flying to her mouth. "It worked. Oh, it actually worked."

"Worked?" Red-eyed Sheik scoffed, stretching her arms over her head with a satisfied groan. "It liberated. I feel… lighter. All that royal duty, all that 'what will the people think' nonsense… gone." She turned her intense gaze on Link, who was still trying to process the situation. "Hello, hero."

Link just blinked, his brain short-circuiting. He looked from one Zelda to the other. "Zelda? Sheik? Both?"

"The princess is Zelda," Sheik said, sauntering closer to him. "I'm Sheik. And I'm not hiding anymore." She reached out and traced a finger down his chest, making him flinch. "Especially not about this."

Zelda's face went from pale to crimson. "Sheik! Control yourself! This is hardly the time or the place!"

"Oh, I disagree," Sheik purred, her red eyes never leaving Link's. "I've spent years cooped up in that head of ours, watching you pine for him from a distance. Watching him look at you with those big, earnest puppy-dog eyes, while you just… hemmed and hawed about 'propriety' and 'duty'." She leaned in close to Link's ear. "I'm done hawing."

Link swallowed hard. He could feel the heat radiating off Sheik, smell the faint scent of leather and magic. "This is… a lot."

"Is it?" Sheik stepped back, a playful smirk on her lips. "Or is it exactly what you both wanted?" She turned to the fuming princess. "Admit it, 'your highness'. You've been dreaming of this. Of him. Of this." She gestured between herself and Link. "But you were too scared to do anything about it. Afraid it wasn't 'princessly'."

"That's not true!" Zelda protested, though her voice lacked conviction. "I was just… being responsible!"

"You were being a coward," Sheik corrected bluntly. She turned back to Link, her expression softening into something hungry and sincere. "I, on the other hand, am not." She took his hand. "Link, I've wanted you since the first time I saw you wield that sword. I've admired your strength, your courage, your quiet kindness. And I am deeply, profoundly attracted to you."

Link's heart hammered against his ribs. He looked over at the other Zelda, who looked like she was about to spontaneously combust from a combination of rage and mortification.

"Sheik, stop this instant!" Zelda commanded. "You can't just… say things like that!"

"Why not?" Sheik shot back. "It's the truth! He deserves to hear it! He deserves to know that the woman who fought beside him, who bled with him, who saved his life more than once, is crazy about him. Not just the princess who gives him orders from her castle."

Link found his voice. "Sheik… I… I feel the same way." He had always felt a strange connection to Sheik, a pull that was different from his duty-bound loyalty to Princess Zelda. This new, unfiltered version was overwhelming.

A triumphant grin spread across Sheik's face. "I knew it." She looked at the speechless Zelda. "See? It's that simple. Now, if you'll excuse us, Your Highness, the hero and I have some… catching up to do."

Before Zelda could form another word of protest, Sheik was pulling Link by the hand out of the temple and towards his small house in Hateno Village. Zelda stood there, mouth agape, for a full minute before storming after them, her dress billowing behind her like a sail of pure indignation.

By the time she arrived at Link's door, she could hear them inside. She pressed her ear to the wood, her heart sinking.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," Sheik's voice came through, clear and confident.

"I think I have some idea," Link's deeper voice replied, followed by the rustle of fabric.

Zelda's face burned. This was impossible. This was a nightmare. This other, brasher version of herself was about to do everything she had ever fantasized about but never dared to act on.

She heard a soft moan, then Link's voice, strained with pleasure. "Sheik…"

"Yes, Link?" Sheik's voice was a teasing whisper.

"Please…"

"Please what?" Sheik taunted, clearly enjoying herself.

"Please… I need you."

Zelda squeezed her eyes shut, her own body betraying her with a familiar ache. She should burst in there. She should put a stop to this. This was her hero, her life, her body that Sheik was using. But her feet felt like they were rooted to the porch.

She heard the sound of a belt buckle, then a sharp gasp from Sheik. "Goddess, Link… yes…"

Then the rhythmic creaking of the floorboards began. Zelda's imagination, usually a source of comfort, was now her worst enemy, painting a vivid picture of the scene inside: Sheik, with her red eyes full of passion, her body arching against Link's, her hands tangled in his hair as he moved inside her.

"You feel so good," Sheik moaned, her voice louder now. "So much better than I ever dreamed."

Link's response was a low groan. "Sheik… I'm… I'm close."

"Do it," Sheik urged, her voice commanding and breathless. "Cum for me, Link. Fill me up. I want to feel you."

Zelda let out a choked sob, clapping a hand over her mouth. This was the ultimate humiliation. Not only was she watching from the sidelines as her other half lived out her deepest desires, but Sheik was doing it with a confidence and a filthiness Zelda could only dream of. She was being cucked by herself.

Inside, Link let out a final, guttural cry, and the creaking stopped. There was a moment of heavy breathing, then Sheik's triumphant, satisfied laugh.

Outside, Zelda slid down the wall, her face buried in her hands. She had spent her entire life learning to control, to suppress, to be the perfect ruler. And in the end, her repressed desires had literally split off, formed their own body, and fucked the hero of Hyrule senseless while she listened from the porch like a rejected suitor.

The door creaked open. Sheik stood there, her bodysuit rumpled, her hair a mess, and a deeply satisfied smirk on her face. Her red eyes glowed in the twilight.

"He's amazing," Sheik said, as if commenting on the weather. "You really should have tried this years ago. Would have saved us all a lot of pining." She looked down at the crumpled princess on her porch. "Now, if you'll excuse me, round two." She winked. "And don't worry. I'll make sure he thinks of you. The princess version, I mean. It's only fair."

She closed the door, leaving Zelda alone in the growing darkness with the sound of her own shattered composure and the faint, rhythmic creaking of the floorboards beginning anew.