Here We Grow Together

It's been three months since that day on Dragon Roost Island when Medli first took Link inside her. The Rito girl now stands before her full-length mirror, her feathers slightly ruffled with excitement as she examines her changing body. At fourteen, she's begun to show - a gentle curve to her belly that wasn't there before, a softness to her features that speaks of the life growing within.

"Looking good, aren't we?" she murmurs to her reflection, running a feathered hand over the swell. "Better than good, actually."

The door to her room opens quietly, and Link slips in. His eyes immediately go to her stomach, a mixture of awe and something like pride in his expression.

"Hey," he says softly, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. His hands rest possessively on her belly.

"Hey yourself," Medli leans back against him, tilting her head to nuzzle his cheek. "Just admiring the view."

"Me too," Link murmurs, his thumbs stroking circles over her stomach. "You're beautiful like this."

"Flatterer," she giggles, though she clearly loves the compliment. "But I have to agree. I feel... different. Better."

She turns in his arms, pressing her body against his. Despite the pregnancy, her desire hasn't dimmed - if anything, it's grown stronger, more insistent.

"I've been thinking," she says, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Remember how I worried about laying an egg?"

Link nods, his expression curious.

"Well," Medli grins, "turns out I'm carrying this little one just like a human would. No egg for us." She pauses, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But that doesn't mean we can't have our own kind of fun."

She guides him toward her bed, already unbuttoning his tunic with practiced ease. "In fact," she continues, "I've been craving something extra special lately."

Link helps her with his pants, his cock already hardening in anticipation. "What did you have in mind?"

Medli pushes him back onto the bed, straddling his hips with a confident grace that's new since her pregnancy. "Oh, I think you know," she purrs, positioning herself above his erection.

She sinks down slowly, savoring the way he fills her. The pregnancy has made her even tighter, more sensitive, and she gasps at the sensation.

"Gods, Link," she moans, beginning to move. "You feel even better than before."

Link's hands grip her hips as she rides him, his eyes fixed on where their bodies join, on the gentle swell of her belly as she moves. "You too," he groans. "So warm, so... perfect."

Medli picks up her pace, bouncing on his cock with an enthusiasm that borders on desperate. She loves this - loves having him inside her, loves the way he looks at her, loves knowing they created this life together through their passion.

"Touch me," she demands, reaching down to guide his hand to her breasts, which have grown fuller and more sensitive with the pregnancy. "Yes, like that..."

Link obliges, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, drawing sharp cries of pleasure from her. Medli rides him harder, chasing the release she craves, the one only he can give her.

"I'm close," she pants, her movements becoming more frantic. "So close, Link..."

"Come for me," he urges, thrusting up to meet her downward movements. "Let me feel you, Medli."

His words push her over the edge, and she cries out as her orgasm crashes through her. Link follows moments later, his seed pulsing into her, marking her as his once again.

They collapse together on the bed, panting and satisfied. Medli curls against his side, his hand resting possessively on her belly.

"I love this," she murmurs sleepily. "Being pregnant, being with you... everything."

"Me too," Link replies, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Everything."

Medli drifts off to sleep in his arms, content and fulfilled, dreaming of their future together and the child they've created. She knows things will only get better from here.