Zelda: The Misadventures of Link

The Misadventures of Link
Chapter 14: The Parting of Malon and Anju


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This document contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting (mostly) individuals. If this bothers you, you probably shouldn't be viewing whatever website you found this at.... ^_-

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Author’s Notes:

Some updates are in order, I believe. As of 9/17/09, I have a rather detailed outline of the rest of the story. I got creative and started hammering out the final chapter, and then figured out what I’d need to accomplish in order to get to that point. It turned out to be somewhat bigger than I’d anticipated. I do not promise a lemon in every chapter, but… well… you kind of know what to expect by now.

After recently re-reading some of my earlier chapters, I've decided that most of this fic needs some serious revision. I didn’t always take this thing seriously at times, but that’s unfair to the story and the characters, so I’m going to revise things. I’ll keep the original versions online somewhere for your amusement…

Chapter 14
Malon's hands were clammy as she dismounted her horse. She was at the small paddock behind Impa’s house, and night had fallen some time ago. A wagon, well worn but well kept, sat nearby, loaded with empty milk jugs, and its shadow danced in the light from Malon’s lantern. As she tied her horse to the fence, she heard footseps, coming around the corner of the building. She stiffened.

"Hello, Malon," came Anju's voice. Her ruby slippers glinted in the twilight as Malon turned around. "It's been a while. I've missed you."

Malon stepped forward, putting her arms around her old friend. "I've missed you too," she said, but her voice shook slightly in apprehension.

"What's wrong?" Anju asked, pulling back slightly. Malon drew back, gripping Anju's shoulders.

"I'm... leaving..." Malon said in a whisper. "I won't be back to play anymore."

Anju blinked. Her heart sank, but she smiled. "You found someone," she said. Malon nodded, and drew her close again.

"I'm sorry..." she trailed off. She clenched her eyes shut against the tears that she knew were coming as she savored the feeling of Anju's cheek against her own and the soft but slender curves of the older woman's body wrapped in her arms. "I think I might be falling in love..."

Anju held Malon tightly. "I knew this day would come," she said. "I knew you wouldn't be my plaything forever. It's okay... shhh... don't cry."

Malon was weeping in earnest now. Holding and being held by Anju brought back years of wonderful memories... but her former master was right. She had to follow her heart, and not just her desires.

Anju guided Malon to a hay bail and sat her down, holding both her hands. "Tell me about him," she said. Her own voice quavered slightly.

Malon smiled, blinking away the tears. "It's not Link," she said. "It's not even a him."

Anju’s eyebrows raised sharply. "Then who? It can't be anyone I know..."

"I don't think you've met her, but you'd recognize her," Malon said. She didn't want to give away the Princess so easily. "I can't tell you who she is, but she's very beautiful, very strong." Her eyes sparkled and lost their focus as she recalled her first meeting with Zelda. "She's knows how to touch me. I don't know what it is about her, but it feels like we're destined to be together. It feels right. I don't know yet, but I have to find out."

Anju smiled softly, and Malon had a vision of a more innocent and younger woman. “I’ve always been your friend, above all,” she said, affectionately placing a hand on Malon’s cheek. “I’m just very friendly with my friends. It’s okay…” she trailed off, standing up. She stepped away, looking out into the misty evening. Far off, lightning struck Ganondorf’s mighty tower. As the sound reached Kakariko, Anju folded her arms and shuddered.

“It’s getting bad out there,” Malon said. She stood up, stepping to Anju’s side. She leaned close to the older woman, nuzzling against her neck. She inhaled Anju’s perfume; it was a new scent, not the musk of sheer unbridled passion, but a bright sweet smell of flowers and berries. Innocent, almost.

“Yes, it’s bad,” Anju said, placing an arm around Malon’s shoulders. “But there is hope. Did you know that Link has been rescuing the Sages?”

Malon nodded. “How many is it now?”

“Six,” Anju replied, dreamily. “I wonder who the seventh is.” Malon squirmed uneasily. Zelda had told her very little so far of her own task, but it was obvious. The Sage of Time was the Princess, sure enough.

“I’m sure Link will find her… or him!” she corrected herself, shaking her head. “Whoever it is, Link won’t let them come to harm.”

Anju nodded, apparently oblivious to the slip. She guided Malon away from the house. “Let’s go for a walk,” she said.

“Where?”

“The watchtower.”

Minutes later, Anju had guided Malon to the top of the watchtower overlooking the town. It was nearly midnight, and not a single body stirred below. A strong breeze blew from the west, carrying the scent of cool grass and wildflowers. Somewhere nearby, and owl hooted softly.

Anju sat down on the bench which encircled the top of the tower, and leaned back, spreading her arms shoulder-high atop the railing. “Do you remember everything I taught you?” she asked. A subtle purr had snuck into her voice.

“Of course… mistress,” Malon replied with an expectant smile. “Is there something my Master requires of me?”

Anju smiled coyly. “Just a parting gift,” she said.

Malon smiled, and her heart beat faster. She was moving on, but after years in Anju’s service, she had no desire to resist. “Anything my Master desires,” she said, falling to her knees and bowing before Anju. Her breath quickened in anticipation. Would it be humiliating? Painful? Unusual? It was always an adventure of some kind.

“Make love to me,” Anju said, wistfully. Malon was stunned.

“I don’t understand,” she said, looking up at the woman she’d once regarded as her owner.

Anju folded her arms across her chest. The cool breeze bit into her flesh. “The very first time I had sex was with Impa. The first time I had sex with a male was when Impa captured some young boy who was watching Impa train me. I’ve worn leather, lace, strap on penises, boots, collars, handcuffs, shackles and ropes, not to mention strange costumes.” She sighed. “I’ve had sex with complete strangers, sometimes for fun, sometimes for money, and sometimes because I was commanded to by my mistress,” she said. “I’ve had every kink and strange act. I’ve had everything, but I’ve never made love.”

Malon’s heart ached suddenly at Anju’s words. “I have,” she said, as she moved next to her friend on the bench. She stared into Anju’s misty eyes and her heart broke asunder.

“Please,” Anju pleaded, “show me how.”

Malon placed a hand behind Anju’s head and drew the woman into a heavy kiss. Anju’s eyes fluttered closed and she inhaled sharply, though her nose, as Malon’s tongue probed her lips, enticing her mouth to open. The woman’s body trembled slightly as she fidgeted with her hands, not sure what to do with them, but Malon continued her assault.

Anju felt her pulse quicken as her blouse was undone and opened by Malon’s deft fingers. She felt a hand on her breast, stroking softly. Her heart pounded. A hand caressed her side, feeling its way down her firmly toned side, and then around to the buckle at the front of her skirt. Fire erupted in her bosom as the girl undid her skirt. She felt Malon’s tongue dancing in her mouth, and responded in kind. The chill of the wind no longer carried any cold that could touch her, for her body was hot like a brand.

Malon was overwhelmed with affection for Anju, and compassion that the woman had never really known love, physical or otherwise. She pulled away, looking at the freshly naked figure before her. Anju gazed up at her in newfound bliss, and spread her legs. Malon knelt on the planks of the watchtower, and nuzzled the inside of Anju’s right thigh, nibbling here, licking there, working incessantly inwards.

Then she stopped, and went to the other leg, again, teasing her way towards Anju’s center. Anju felt the girl’s hot breath on her lips in the cold night, and her hips rocked forward. But Malon pulled away, playfully delaying the moment for which Anju’s body could barely wait.

Malon was seized by a sudden need to speak, and she looked up at Anju, as one hand drifted up the woman’s thigh, and deft fingers smoothed the neatly trimmed hair above her fragrant snatch.

“In some way, I’ve always loved you,” she said, smiling. Anju gasped as Malon’s fingers teased their way into her moist slit. Anju’s hands slid through Malon’s hair, grabbing and pulling her face closer. Malon’s tongue found its way to her lover’s slit, and she gently rubbed it against the woman’s clit as she probed an index finger into her wet cunt.

Malon’s words had sent a shiver through Anju’s body, and now her senses were overwhelmed with bliss. Never before had she had sex with someone just because she liked them. It had always been for power, money, or for her master. But now, Malon was driving waves of pleasure and bliss through her body. Time slowed down, and every caress of Malon’s tongue was like a passing day. Every thrust of moist fingers was like a week of bliss. Her shoulders heaved as she pressed Malon’s face into her crotch, and the girl moaned softly in enjoyment as she tasted the older woman’s body.

Anju felt her senses explode in a shower of sparks and white light. Her body convulsed, and she cried out. But even as her breath returned, and her heart beat slower, she felt the pain of loss. It was over, she knew, between the master and her farm girl.

Nearby:

On the hill, overlooking Kakariko, Sheik sat cross legged, with her arms around her knees. Her mask and cap were off, and her golden hair was streaming in the growing wind. Her bright red eyes cut through the darkness to the watchtower. Jealousy bit deep within her heart, though appreciation tempered the dull ache. She understood the finality of what she’d witnessed, and this compassion of Malon’s was a trait of rarity in Hyrule in these dark times; she knew better than to ignore it. She sighed, rising to her feet.

None of what she had seen was a surprise. She knew of Anju from Impa, and Malon’s skills in the bedroom were obviously honed by long years of practice. Now, she understood better. Now, she was more fascinated than ever by this strange rancher girl.

The princess of Hyrule took off at a run, heading for the west gate. Soon, Malon would be hauling her wagon of empty cargo back to the ranch, and vile creatures were always about at night. “I swear, in the name of my father, that I will not let any evil befall you on this night.”

Later that evening:

Anju sat by the fire in her parlor, cradling a cup of tea in both hands. The hot vapors calmed her, and the heat of the cup returned warmth to her hands, though she felt they might never be truly warm again. The wind pulled at the shutters, and at her heartstrings.

Malon had left.

The one consistent thing in Anju’s life for three years had gone in an instant. The one thing in the world that she had controlled completely, that she had owned outright, had broken free and found its own will. She smiled, and as she did so, realized that she’d been crying. “It’s okay,” she said to herself. “Maybe this is fate preparing me to meet my real love.”