Zelda: The Misadventures of Link

The Legend of Zelda: The Misadventures of Link
Part Thirteen: The Deviation of Destiny
By Moranos the Vala, linksdirtymind@aol.com
Author's Notes
Much of this was written a long time ago. Then, some was written more recently. Then, because
additional chapters happened BEFORE this one, in the order of things, much of it had to be
rewritten in order for things to fit together.
Thank you for the reviews. There is still more to come. I'm not quite sure how many chapters at
this point. I've got some ground to cover, mostly concerning Saria. I'm really not sure how
Nabooru or Ruto fit into the story at this point, besides their obvious lemon values... but we shall
see. Anyhow... here you go.


The Deviation of Destiny
Midmorning
Link plodded slowly through the woods. He couldn't quite make sense of the previous day's
events. He'd spent the night in the cave after Zelda had left. He wasn't sure whether to be excited
or crushed, but he plodded forward towards a nearby clearing.
He stopped. His senses tingled. Someone was in the clearing, but he couldn't see. Silently drawing
his blade, he moved forward silently, and peered between the ferns at the edge of the clearing.
A slender redhead, whom he nearly didn't recognize, was readying her horse. Link waited a
moment, taking in the view, and his eyes lingered upon her subtle curves and round bottom; her
tight fitting trousers fit snugly, leaving nothing to Link's zealous imagination. His spirits rose. The
pain of rejection, though not nearly as bad as he would have thought, was now overwhelmed by
a newfound sense of freedom.
With a smirk, he sheathed the master sword and stepped forward into the clearing. Malon was
startled, but she relaxed for a moment when she saw Link. "Oh! It's you!" She ran towards him,
throwing her arms around him. He returned her embrace, his hands finding their way to her hips
as she kissed him on the cheek.
"Hi Malon."
She leaned back, bending at the waist as his hands slipped around her, holding her near. Her
smile changed suddenly to a look of surprise, or embarrassment. "What are you doing all the
way out here in the woods, anyway?"
Link blinked. "I could ask you the same thing," he said. "Maybe it's best if she doesn't know..." he
mused to himself.
Malon scowled for a moment, then shook her head. A malicious grin twitched through her face
for a brief moment before she spoke again. "I'm looking for someone."
"Who?"
"A strange character from Kakariko," she said. He said his name was "Sheik."
Link's heart sank, and he shook his head. The pain welled up again, and he fought it down. "What
about Sheik?" he said, almost with a growl.
"You know him?" she said, even more surprised. "Well, he stopped by the ranch. He was really
just there to complain about milk shipments to the village. He said he was looking for you..." she
trailed off, looking somewhat eager.
Link blinked. Malon had no idea that Sheik was a woman. "Well, he found me. I talked to him
yesterday."
Malon blinked. "Oh... do you know where he went? Back to Kakariko, maybe?"
"I have no idea."
Malon scowled. "What's between you and him, anyway?"
Link took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. "Sheik knows about my quest, and about the
sages," he said. "He's my... guide, sort of." He paused. "What do you want with him?"
Malon stammered for a moment. "Well, I... uh..." she looked away as if trying to find an answer in
the underbrush. "He left his... his wallet, at the ranch."
Link shrugged, oblivious to her fabrication. His mind was stuck somewhere between Malon's
breasts and the events of the previous day. "Well, if I see him, I'll tell him you're looking for him."
"Oh, ok!" Malon said, relieved. "Say," she said, looking around. "Where are you headed to?"
"The Temple," he said., darkly.
Malon gestured to the horse. "Can I give you a lift?"

Later that day...
Link relished the moment. The horse's pace was leisurely. Malon's hair swept into his face as he
rode behind her, and he held on to her for balance, wrapping his arms around her middle. Her
stomach had become flatter and more toned than when they'd first been reunited after his
seven-year hibernation. He took every chance he found to let his hands drift upwards, casually
handling her breasts as she handled the horse. She didn't seem to mind... "Probably Anju's
influence," he thought to himself.
The horse slowed as they finally neared the broken bridge that led into the old town. Link
dismounted first. "You're heading east to Kakariko still, right?"
Malon finished dismounting the horse, and nodded affirmation when she turned around. "I'm
picking up a cart, then heading back to the ranch. Then back to the village, and south to the lake.
I'll be there tomorrow evening..."
Link smiled. He enjoyed Malon's company. "Maybe we'll see one another there," he said.
Malon giggled. "Don't you have a quest that needs doing? You shouldn't be wasting your time
with me."
"You're never a waste of time," he said, drawing her into a hug. "The quest is hard on me.
Spending time with you helps me to recover."
Malon pulled away. "Recover? You usually spend a lot of energy when we're together," she said,
a devious smile in her eyes. "Is there anything you'd like before I leave?"
Link grinned maliciously. He looked around. The town was still highly deserted, and no-one was
in sight. "Well," he said, placing his hands on top of her shoulders, "There's something I'd like to
give you." He pressed down, and she obediently fell to her knees. She looked up at him, and her
eyes gleamed in the midday sun as she licked her lips and undid his trousers.

Late Afternoon
Sheik rematerialized in the Temple of Time. Her visit to the chamber of sages had not been
productive. Rauru could not make sense of her mother's prophecy, and all of the sages had told
her to mind her own business and think only of the quest.
As she strode into the main hall of the temple, the outer doors swung open. Before her eyes had
grown accustomed to the light, she knew who it was. "It's good to see you, Link," she said.
Link froze. "Hi," he said. His stomach did a backflip. He felt something... it wasn't pain. It wasn't
the strange excitement of being free from his perceived destiny. His gaze burned into Sheik's, as
he undressed her. Some strange magic was bound up in her appearance. She was graceful, but
not quite feminine. He couldn't see how the angelic girl could wrap herself in those garments and
look the way she did. Her breasts were too large to fit into that chest. Her legs weren't so
muscular as they looked now. However, he did know that her eyes could turn red, as they usually
were when she was dressed as Sheik. He desired her, but no woman had ever rejected him
before. Anger, lust, confusion, and defiance.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. He folded his arms, trying to look displeased.
"Visiting the Chamber of Sages," she replied softly, walking towards him. "I do have a role in all of
this, you know." Her footsteps were perfectly silent as she strode across the marble floor.
Despite her appearance, nothing about her gait was masculine this time.
Link shrugged. "Whatever," he said, attempting nonchalance. He watched her gait, smugly. "She's
off her guard now," he thought.
"Oh, by the way. Malon is looking for you," he said.
Sheik froze. She held her fists at her sides, clenched. Link walked forward, heading for the inner
chamber, avoiding Sheik's gaze as he passed by.

Dusk
Malon tugged at the seam of her riding trousers. Her boots itched. Her crotch itched. Her mind
was fuzzy, but she'd followed her quarry for hours. She'd spied Sheik on the road just east of
Hyrule Castle Town, moving furtively. However, in her excitement, Malon had drawn too close,
and Sheik discovered her pursuer. She'd fled back into the ruined city, while Malon gave chase.
Now, Sheik was a stone's throw away; Malon crouched behind a ruined wagon in a back alley in
the ruins, facing a rusty iron door that looked like it would remain standing long, long after the
rest of the town was completely destroyed. Malon was crouched behind an old crate, watching
her one time lover, who was rummaging through a pouch on her belt.
Sheik mumbled to herself. "No, not that one... damn... where is it?" Her eyes flicked back along the
alleyway for a moment, then back to the pouch.
"I know you're following me," she thought. "Go away... just leave me alone." She felt her cheeks
warming under the other woman's gaze. The mere proximity destroyed her concentration, and
she fumbled with the bag.
Malon's heart beat loudly in her own ears as she struggled to remain silent. She clutched a deku
nut in one hand. In just a moment, Sheik would find the key and be safely locked away inside of
wherever she was going.
Suddenly, Sheik drew a glistening silver key from her pouch. But before she could find the
keyhole in the door, a flash of white light blinded her, and the key fell from her hand. "Damn it!"
she barked. She stumbled, tripping over debris in the alley, and fell to the ground.
Malon rushed forward. The sound of the exploding deku nut had already drawn unwanted
attention, and a redead was stalking into the alley from the town square. Its piercing wail tore
through the night. She grabbed the key, found the keyhole, opened the door, and knelt down for
Sheik. She grabbed the sheikah by the hand, hauling her to her feet, and plunged through the
door. Theywere on a short flight of stairs that led steeply down into a dimly lit chamber.
Malon led the blonde girl to the foot of the stairs inspected her surroundings. The chamber was
quite large, and nearly round; eight walls of unequal length, yet too uneven to be called
octagonal. A dusty chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling, holding one peculiar looking
candle, which burned with a greenish flame and cast a strange pall over the room. Bookshelves
lined all of the walls, though some of the cases held weapons and tools, or strangely colored
bottles containing potions, wine, other strange fluids, and occasionally eyeballs and small
rodents. Towards the center of the room stood a simple table and chairs and an enormous chest.
In the very center, there was a fire pit lined with bricks, containing embers glowing with the same
greenish light as the candle. A stack of chopped firewood stood nearby, next to a large couch,
facing the fire pit. A set of folded paper screens stood next to one of the bookshelves that
appeared to be doubling as a clothes closet.
Sheik shook her head. Her vision was clearing. She glared at Malon, who was throwing wood on
the fire, which soon burned with a much more natural light. "Well, you're in. There must be half a
dozen redeads roaming out in the alley, so we're going to be here for a while."
"Good," Malon said, softly but venomously. Sheik turned her back, raising one hand to her face.
She held the bridge of her nose with her fingers, knowing what was coming next.
"I know who you are," Malon continued, slowly approaching. "What I don't understand is why."
Sheik's shoulders heaved. "I don't know," she said. She turned around, pulling off the cap and
mask as she did. When she met Malon's gaze, her eyes had reverted to their unearthly bright
blue.
"Why did you run?"
"I was afraid."
Malon gave a nervous smirk. "More afraid of a country bumpkin than a swarm of redeads?"
Sheik smiled. "I don't know why I did it," she said. "I ran because I was scared, not because I
didn't want to stay." She gestured towards the couch. "It's cold this evening. Have a seat by the
fire. I need to change." Her composure was returning, and her royal demeanor was beginning to
float to the surface.
Malon, for lack of anything better to do, did as Sheik suggested. The blonde strode determinedly
towards her changing area behind the screens, picking a white bundle off of the shelf nearby.
Malon stretched her hands out towards the cheerful fire, trying to ignore the sound of Sheik's
bodysuit being unzipped, and the suggestive rustle of skin-tight clothing being peeled off of
sweaty, hard traveled skin. Malon's mind drifted from one part of her past to another, and back
to the present. She remembered the gatehouse incident with Impa... imagined Sheik's clothing
being removed... remembered the fire that burned within her when their lips had met for the first
time... the first time she'd made love to Anju... remembered the way Link's enormous cock had
plunged deep inside of her after he'd rescued her from Ingo. She imagined the blonde girl's
naked body standing behind the screen, just a few feet away...
Zelda held her hands over a washing basin behind her screens. The bowl glowed with a warm
yellow light, and grew hot. She dipped her hands in, savoring the warmth, and then began to
freshen up. "Best let the girl wait a bit," she thought. But she was stalling for time, not sure what
to do next. She wanted to run, but also to flow with the present and embrace the moment. She
pondered her options. "I guess I should see it through, wherever it goes."
Malon was waiting anxiously, but decided to make herself more comfortable. She removed her
riding jacket and boots, and stretched her feet out towards the fire. She tried to contemplate the
room and its plethora of strange items, but she was distracted by the sounds of her companion
donning fresh clothing. The sliding of sheer fabric along smooth skin enticed her, and the
fastening of a zipper assaulted her imagination. But soon, all too soon, she heard the click of high
heels and looked up.
Malon stood up as the Princess of Hyrule emerged from her changing area in all her glory. Zelda
wore her formal, royal attire. Malon stared in awe, her eyes roving across Zelda's figure as the
princess strode slowly towards her, an image of flawless, pristine beauty and a thinly veiled
divine power. Malon fell to her knees before the rightful ruler of all Hyrule. Overcome with awe,
she bowed her head.
Zelda shook her head, smiling, and knelt, drawing Malon to her feet. She led the farm girl back to
the couch and sat with her, though Malon would only look down at her own lap. Zelda reached
one hand up to the other girl's face, touching her gently, examining her features.
Malon's heart pounded like it was going to erupt from her chest. The sensation of Zelda's satin
glove on her cheek sent chills down her spine, and she could feel herself blushing with
embarrassment. She held her eyes closed.
"I'm sorry," Malon whispered. "I've been a fool. You're beyond me."
"Then why did you follow me?" Zelda responded, taking one of Malon's hands in her free one.
She kept her right hand on the girl's face. "That's why I did it... such a breathtaking girl..." The
confusion of her mind was being eroded by the compulsion of her heart.
"Because of him..." Malon's voice was barely a whisper. Something about Zelda's voice and sheer
power compelled her to be truthful with herself. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap.
Zelda smiled, still trying to get Malon to look her in the eye. "But that's why I went to you, too."
Finally, Malon looked up. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Terror, desire, and an attraction
that she could not understand or control. She was enchanted by this figure of true royalty, by
this Princess, sitting here in her secret refuge, holding her hand and stroking her cheek with satin
gloved fingers.
Malon shook her head. "I don't understand," she said.
"There was a prophecy, when I was very young," Zelda said, "that I, the Princess of Destiny,
would someday marry one called The Hero of Time. That hero is Link."
Malon looked at her lap again. "I... I always knew he was yours," she said. "I'm sorry. He just-"
Zelda placed a finger on Malon's lips to silence her. "I know. But that doesn't matter. I don't... I'm
not in love with him. I don't know whether the prophecy is wrong, or whether somehow
everything has been changed. I was just curious, since I knew he'd been seen with you. I was
trying to understand him. At least, that's why I went to see you."
Malon looked up again, somewhat calmer and more confident. "But why..." she trailed off, but the
question was obvious.
Zelda leaned closer, and Malon's eyes closed. The blonde ran her tongue across her lips, and
spoke again. "Because I looked at you, and you made my heart leap in my chest."
Malon smiled very timidly, but Zelda kept inching closer. "There's nothing to be afraid of," the
princess said, her voice soft, gentle, and comforting. She leaned forward, slowly, and kissed
Malon on the cheek. It was barely a brush of the lips, but Zelda felt her mouth tingling as if it was
on fire.
When Malon felt the princess's lips on her cheek she let out a breath she didn't know she was
holding. Still, she held her eyes shut, afraid to look at the princess. She felt a powerful arm
around her shoulders, and it drew her closer.
Malon's senses exploded into a cloud of bliss as she felt Zelda's lips press gently but firmly
against her own. Her hands suddenly broke free of their paralysis. One found its way to Zelda's
knee, and the other, trembling, to Zelda's face, stroking her cheek as the blonde pulled away.
The farm girl's eyes fluttered open as her fingertips slipped from Zelda's chin. The princess wore
an expression of wonder on her gentle features, and she was blushing.
"I'm glad you wanted to," Malon said. Her voice was breathy and trembling. She reached her
hand behind Zelda's neck and pulled her close, kissing her again.
Zelda's heart was dancing within her chest. "Where was this wonderful angel while Link was in the
Temple for seven years?" she asked herself, as she leaned forward again. She kissed Malon on the
cheek again.
Malon's eyes fluttered closed, but her face was covered in a blissful smile now, and her breath
grew quicker as Zelda's lips found their way to her ear. She could feel the adrenaline flooding
her chest as the princess's tongue teased her earlobe, and slowly worked its way down to her
neck. She felt her pussy growing moist with each passing moment, and moaned softly as Zelda's
firm hands pushed her onto her back.
Zelda's body moved as if by its own will. She watched in anticipation as her hands found their
way to the laces holding Malon's shirt closed. Removing the girl's clothes felt completely natural
and normal, so much so that it happened without the princess having to think about it. Soon, she
had Malon lying naked on the couch before her.
"You're still trembling," said Zelda.
"I'm still afraid," Malon said softly.
"Afraid of what?" Zelda was spreading the girl's creamy white thighs with her satin fingertips
now, and moving ever closer to Malon's crotch.
Malon moaned as she felt Zelda's hot breath on her lips as the princess's satin fingertips began
to spread her labia, gently yet inexorably. "Afraid of what I might do if I keep looking at
something so beautiful," she said. The words were barely out of her mouth when her senses
exploded again, in a shower of pleasure. It was like fire, ice, light and darkness all at once as
Zelda's tongue and lips met with her wet pussy.
"You underestimate yourself," Zelda said, pulling away just enough to speak for a moment. "You
look amazing too, you know."
Zelda's heart pounded in her ears as she plunged in again, tasting the farm girl'sjuicy, hot, wet
snatch. She probed gently at first, simply exploring the redhead's geography. Every twitch of her
tongue was rewarded with a small moan... or a writhing of thighs, or a sharp inhalation. Zelda felt
Malon's hands on her head, holding her, guiding her, imploring her to probe deeper, or higher,
or lower. She followed Malon's guiding hands without question.
Malon was moaning and gasping with each breath. The blonde girl's tongue knew precisely how
to inflict the most perfect sensations on her womanhood. She looked down at the princess and
nearly died... the sight of the Princess of Hyrule, the most beautiful being she'd ever seen on
earth, attending to her every need, was more than Malon could stand. And the Princess seemed
to have some special power in her hands. Tears welled up in Malons eyes as the orgasm built
within her. Hot, white, glowing pleasure slowly erupted into a screaming, crying orgasm as
Zelda's tongue assaulted Malon's clit with merciless precision. Malon cried out again, gasping,
shrieking with pleasure as her body slowly recovered from a height of passion and pleasure she
didn't know she could reach.
Zelda pulled away only when Malon was completely done. She moved forward, lying on top of
the redhead, and again pressed her lips against Malon's. Malon was overcome, and returned
Zelda's kisses with blissful, relaxed joy. Zelda held Malon, embracing the girl as her breathing
slowly returned to normal.
The Princess lazily teased Malon's left nipple they sat on the couch, but her patience was waning.
Malon sensed her partner's desire and tension, and began to remove her clothing. Zelda's blouse
came off, revealing a bustier all in silk and lace; the skirt fell to the floor, revealing her white
stockings, and satin thong.
"You naughty thing," Malon said in a purr as she grabbed hold of the thong. "Wearing your
underwear over your garters. You planned on taking this off first, didn't you?"
Zelda smiled. "I wanted to be ready," she said, inhaling sharply as Malon's fingers found her slit.
"It's so much better than Link," she thought, as Malon's digits probed deeply into her cunt. She
rolled her hips back and forth as Malon probed deeply. But the farm girl had other plans.
She pushed Zelda up, off of her slightly, sliding down so that her ass was on the floor, and her
lips were face to face with Zelda's hot snatch. Zelda's knees were on the edge of the couch, and
she pressed her pussy roughly into Malon's face.
Time stood still. Zelda's loins exploded with the sensation of Malon's lips and tongue. The first
stroke of the redhead's tongue against her clit was like an eon of time, yet followed almost
mercilessly by another, and another. She ground her hips against the girl's face, gasping sharply.
"That's... so amazing-" she couldn't speak, She couldn't see. She could only feel Malon's
unusually skilled tongue driving stakes of pure bliss into her body.
Zelda reveled in the moment, as Malon drove her quickly towards her climax. With Link, she
could think only of her treatment at the hands of Ganondorf. The same visions came to her if she
masturbated. But not so with Malon. Now was pure bliss, marching inexorably towards a
pinnacle. Fire in her veins erupted as Malon drove two fingers into her wetness, and brutally
teased her clit with the tip of her tongue. Malon placed one finger against Zelda's anus, not
probing, but pressing ever so gently. As the blonde rocked her hips, nearing the ultimate bliss,
she caused Malon's finger to enter, ever so slightly, then more, then deeper, until a whole middle
finger was buried inside her.
Zelda screamed, moaning wordlessly as a bomb went off in her body, a bomb made of pure
pleasure and bliss. She collapsed onto the couch, trembling, sight blurred. Malon slithered onto
the couch with her, and snuggled herself up in the crook of the Princess' arm, where they rested.
In a while, both were fast asleep, with a look of comfort and content on both their faces.