Clearer in Time

XIV. Desert Rose, Dark Red

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Malon sat patiently on the floor of the stable, idly toying with a piece of straw between her fingers. A half smile was played across her lips. The hour was late, everyone else on the ranch was sound asleep. Malon had made sure to listen for her father’s loud, rumbling snores before sneaking out of her room and creeping in the stable to wait, the prospect of being caught only intensifying her exhilaration.

She had been sneaking out to the stables for the past three days, ever since Fairy Boy had brought her home. He had seemed confused, even a little hurt, when she had said that she wasn’t coming with him. But it was better this way. She knew that he and Sheik would reunite, eventually. They had grown fond of each other, and Malon could only get in the way.

Besides, she thought. Although she had never been to the desert, this was worth it. She twirled the piece of straw between her fingers, listening, waiting.

Finally she heard a light knock at the door. There was never any sounds prior. No hoof beats, or anything. She supposed that the horse was left just outside the ranch, so as to not wake the ranchers.

Malon hurried eagerly to the door, swinging open to reveal her midnight visitor.

“Hey, there, Redhead,” Dark Link smiled, pointed canines glinting in the lamplight. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting?”

…

The inside of the tent was dark, but Link’s eyes adjusted quickly. Sheik lie in the center of the floor, blanket kicked halfway off to reveal her bare back. Link realized with a start and a slight, unseen blush that she was naked. Her short, uneven hair partially covered her face, adding to her beauty.

Link hesitated for a moment. He had entered the tent on impulse, but had no actual plan in mind. What was he actually expecting to happen? Perhaps he should just leave before she woke up…

I can’t…

He thought it before he realized it was true. As nervous and unsure as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Him and Sheik had scarcely had a moment alone throughout their adventure. There was early on, of course, but that was before it had been important. There had been a few, agonizingly short moments here and there, but that was all.

Now they were quickly approaching the last temple. If he didn’t take a chance now, there might not be another. At the very least, he should talk with her. So many things he wanted to say, yet he had uttered less than a dozen words to her throughout their entire journey.

His trepidation spoke once more, seemingly determined to turn him around and to his own lodgings.

What about the princess? His mind asked him. Even as he mulled it over, he crouched down and lay beside Sheik, gazing upon her beautiful, dreaming face.

Well, he thought. What about the princess? She was a beautiful girl from his childhood. He remembered the way he felt about her, he she had made his knees buckle and heart sing. Now, looking upon the sleeping Sheikah girl, he felt similar emotions, but deeper. Stronger… The two could not be compared, were nothing alike. Zelda had had a captivating, regal air about her, a dignified feminism that would make any potential suitor melt into her hand.

Sheik… was something entirely different. She wasn’t regal and composed. She was emotional and feisty. Zelda had always been elegantly beautiful, a princess in every sense of the word. Sheik looked nothing like royalty. Her body was lithe and toned from adventure, curved and contoured, slender and petite. Perfect, Link thought to himself. The mysterious young Sheikah woman was more stunning than any woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Her personality was unpredictable and spontaneous. Despite her mysterious coming and going throughout his quest, she had stolen his heart from him.

Did she feel the same, though? He had to know. He reached out carefully and brushed a lock of dirty blonde hair away from her face. She was smiling in her sleep. Saria had told him once that people were most honest while they slept. It seemed wrong to use the Eye of Truth, as if he’d be interrogating her rather than inquiring. It seemed better to ask, while she dreamed whatever she did that made her smile so.

“Sheik,” he whispered. He expected a sigh, from her, perhaps even for her to roll over, but instead something else happened. She opened her eyes.

Link froze, all of his courage instantly vanished. Suddenly this didn’t seem like a good idea, at all, but rather awkward and strange. What had he been thinking?

Sheik eyed him sleepily, her eyes only half open. After a moment that seemed to last forever, she smiled groggily.

“Am I dreaming this…?” she asked. Link opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. Sheik smiled anyway.

“Good,” she said. Slowly, still heavy with sleep, she brought her face closer to his and kissed his lips. Hers were soft and full, sending his mind flying back to Kakariko, where they had last met this way.

He kissed her back, softly and completely, their tongues meeting nervously. Link’s hand, now free of it’s wrist guard, brushed against the velvet smooth skin of Sheik’s bare back.

“Uuuuhhh…“ she sighed gently into his mouth, kissing him harder as he touched her sensitive skin. There kiss became more passionate with each passing second. Sheik pressed her quivering body to Link’s, his clothes and a thin blanket the only barrier between them. Sheik in slipped her hands under his tunic, eagerly brushing her fingertips over his stomach and chest.

Sheik made to pull Link’s tunic over his head, rolling him over onto his back in the process. He looked up to see Sheik straddled over his shirtless body, smiling gorgeously. She held his tunic to her chest with one arm, so that only the top of her rounded breasts were showing. Her amber eyes seemed to glimmer in the darkness as they looked into Link’s blue ones.

As he watched, she used her free hand to pull at the bottom of his tunic. After a strong tug, it began to tear with a loud ripping sound. Looking eternally seductive, but somehow still beautifully innocent, she smiled back to Link again.

“Close your eyes,” she said. Link, extremely surprised yet extremely aroused by her assertiveness, nevertheless complied. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt her drop his tunic away from her. He lifted his head as he felt her guide the torn piece of fabric around it, covering his eyes.

She tied it, and Link was blind to the world around him. His other senses intensified, every sensation wonderfully detailed. He could hear the exited breathing of the Sheikah girl atop him mingling with his own, and could feel, agonizingly clearly, the moist heat of her sex against his through his leggings.

Sheik whispered into his ear, making him shiver. “Don’t move,” she said. He obeyed, waiting anxiously as she unbuckled his belt and finished undressing him.

Her touches, unseen by Link’s blindfolded eyes, seemed to come from everywhere. He sighed and moaned in pleasure as Sheik caressed him, using all of her body. She rubbed at him with her hands, then used her own body to graze along his, her breasts and midriff creating delicious, angel soft friction against every part of his body. Occasionally, she would press and glide her lips across his rock hard member, kissing and nipping and exhaling torturously. She changed touches often and randomly, until a single, simple touch caused Link’s sensitive body to squirm in ecstasy.

Just when he thought he would lose himself, Link felt a gentle tugging at his blindfold, bringing his sight back. He sat up and looked to Sheik. She lie nude before him, still grinning seductively. As if the sight could be any more perfect, she raised an arm and wagged her finger, signaling him to come. Where or when the young Sheikah had learned to behave so enticingly, Link couldn’t guess.

He positioned himself over her, looking down upon her beauty. She arched up and slid her perfect body against his. Again she whispered to him.

“Touch me everywhere,” she said, lying back down. Her sepia eyes still seemed to sparkle, closing softly as Link began to touch her. She purred wonderfully as she felt his hand run up her legs, cupping at the insides of her thighs and teasing momentarily at her center. His fingers danced up her hip lines and around her navel. His other hand joined, brushing lightly at the sides of her body, cupping at her soft breast. She felt his lips enclose around her nipple, his tongue standing it hard and erect. All the while his hands still moved, touching and feeling, indulging every last inch of her.

“MMMmmm…” Sheik moaned and sighed in bliss, her entire body tingling, her center burning with desire. She bit at her own lip, reaching up and running her hands through Link’s hair, eyes still closed. Still touching her, Link bent low and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him to her, kissing him greedily. He kissed her in return, equally passionate, their tongues caressing and massaging, bodies charged with lust.

Sheik broke the kiss and stared into Link’s eyes.

“Take me,” she demanded. Link complied, pressing slowly against her slick cleft.

“Ahh…” Sheik cried out as he slid into her, a small pain mixed with her pleasure. Link pulled away slowly, pressing in again more carefully, sinking down to the hilt. Sheik grabbed and fondled at her breasts as Link slowly thrust into her, her feminine groans mingling with his heavy breaths.

There pace gradually quickened, waves of rapture pulsing wildly through the both of them. Sheik wrapped her arms around Link once more, clawing hard at his back as he thrust. Link nibbled at her ear as she held onto him, causing her to cry out again. She felt herself coming close.

Link pressed his hips to Sheik’s, thrusting as deep as he could. He grinded against her that way, sending her over the edge. She cried his name out into the night, her orgasm running throughout her entire body like an electric current.

Link came a moment after, calling Sheik’s name in turn. She felt his hot seed burst forth from him and into her. He held himself up with trembling arms, before falling onto his side next to her. Their lips met again, kissing each other lovingly as the desert wind howled outside.

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The shadow warrior wrapped his arm under Malon’s bottom and hoisted her up, Kissing her hungrily. His fangs dug into her lip, drawing a bit of blood. It felt heavenly.

Dark Link carried the farm girl to a soft pile of hay and dropped her into it. She landed with a light, rustling thump, still grinning from ear to ear. The evil counterpart to her childhood friend stood before her, hands crossed over his chest.

“Well,” he said. “I’m waiting. Malon’s grin broadened. She rose to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt, forcing herself not to hurry. The belt fell to the floor with a clank, and Malon pulled the dark warrior’s leggings down and off, taking the boots with them. His erect manhood pointed at her. She smiled devilishly, prodding and grazing it teasingly with her tongue before taking it in her mouth.

Dark Link grunted softly as her lips closed around his shaft, propping his arms against one of the stable’s support beams. The farm girl worked vigorously below him, her pretty turquoise eyes looking up every once and a while to meet his gleaming red ones.

Malon took his entire length into her, his groans fueling her desire. Her hands crept under his tunic and clawed violently at his abdominals, making him shudder. Her tongue was massaging his length thoroughly, the head of his member well into her throat.

Finally she released him, rising from her knees to face him. She ripped his tunic up over his head. Dark Link removed his hat and tossed it lazily aside, so that he was completely naked.

“Now for you,” he smirked. Before she could respond, he spun her around forcefully, so that her back was facing him. She scooted back into him, rubbing her backside against his groin. The fabric of her skirt and the lingering wetness of her mouth made for a wonderful combination.

Dark Link brushed the hair away from the redhead’s shoulder and put his lips to it, kissing softly. She sighed pleasurably, feeling one hand slip down under her skirt to tease at her center through her panties, while the other traveled up towards her breasts, groping and pawing. As he touched her, he bit down hard with his pointed teeth. Crimson blood blossomed from her wound. She quivered and gasped in ecstasy, the pain on her shoulder juxtaposed against the pleasurable warmth of his hands caressing her body.

He continued to massage her, her wetness soaking the fabric of her undergarments. Dark Link moved to her other shoulder and kissed a trail up to the low part of her neck, and then sunk his fangs in again, eliciting another yelping groan. She reached behind her and ran her hands through his gorgeous, silvery hair, enraptured in his deliciously painful embrace. The bliss was greater than any she had felt in any of her fantasies. This dark, mysterious Fairy Boy was everything she had ever wanted, her knight in shining armor. She had known it from the moment their eyes had met.

Dark Link removed his hand from her sex and tugged her shirt over her head, revealing her back, which has covered with cuts and scratches and bites from his previous midnight visits. He knew that his back looked that way. The farm girl was just as deviant as he.

She turned to face him, her large breasts pressing against him as she pulled close. Unlike his stomach and chest, which was just as tortured as his back, Malon’s was still pristine. He couldn’t bring himself to scar such a beautiful sight.

Malon put her lips to Dark Link’s chest and began kissing and biting at him ravenously. He laughed in surprise and pain as her teeth closed around his flesh, drawing blood despite the lack of fangs.

She pulled away and pressed her lips to his, tasting the mingling of their blood. He bit down on her lip, the way he knew she liked. It spurred her on, prompting her to kiss even more furiously.

Lips and tongues still entangled, Dark Link slipped Malon’s skirt down to her feet for her to step out of. Her soaked panties followed. Dark Link guided his throbbing member between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her. He pressed against her and slipped into her effortlessly, making them both gasp. He thrust into her enthusiastically, pressing her back against the support beam. Her breasts pressed against his torso as he thrust.

The farm girl cried out in rapture, her inhibitions virtually disappearing as they always eventually did. She screamed and yelled and tugged at his hair. She clawed at his back hard enough to leave thin, bleeding trails behind her fingers. She bit down on his shoulder, causing his knees to buckle with pleasure and pain.

When she felt herself getting close, Malon stopped him for a moment and pulled away, feeling his member slip out of her. She turned around and bent over, holding herself up against the roof support with outstretched arms. She wiggled her hips at him invitingly, her head cocked over her shoulder to smile at him.

Dark Link, grinning from ear to ear, approached the waiting farm girl and pressed against her, slipping back into her tight heat. She moaned, toying with strands of her own scarlet hair, playing her fingers across her lips. She felt herself coming closer and closer, the red hot knotted feeling in her loins growing tighter and tighter.

Finally she felt it explode. Malon cried out as she came, her body shaking and quivering with wave after wave of bliss. Her inner walls clenched around her lover’s manhood, and then her body relaxed. She felt his hardness within her, still at it’s full length. She usually came twice before he finally did.

Strangely, though, he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling strangely empty, now that she had been expecting another orgasm. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but then she felt his member against her once more. The head pressed tentatively against her rear entrance.

She looked over her shoulder at him. He stared back, awaiting her reply. Finally she smiled and nodded.

“Be gentle,” she said. He nodded in reply. Of course.

He pressed the head gently against her, feeling it slip in minutely. Malon gasped, mostly in surprise. There was still a lot of wetness left from her, and it hurt a lot less than she had expected. Dark Link cautiously slid his shaft into her rear, slowly inching it in down to the hilt. Malon groaned as he did. It hurt, but felt strangely wonderful at the same time.

He began to thrust, still moving delicately. Malon pushed her backside against him, sighing in pleasure. It was starting to feel wonderful. She pressed her behind all the way down to his hips, burying him to the hilt again.

“Go ahead,” she said. Dark Link began to thrust harder, groaning and sighing in pleasure. Malon reached between her legs and rubbed at her own sex, massaging it’s warm, slick wetness as her lover thrust deeply into her other entrance. The combination of the two was absolutely divine. Already she could feel herself welling up inside, nearing a peak. Who knew this could ever feel so good?

Dark Link moaned in ecstasy behind her, thrusting wildly. Malon’s quiet, tentative sighs soon rose to passionate cries. She moaned loudly and demanded him to thrust faster, to thrust harder. He obliged, bucking his hips even quicker. Malon rocked against him, still rubbing herself, feeling herself about to explode.

Malon came again, the second greater than the first. She yelled out loudly, a wonderful, lusty cry, not caring if anyone heard her. Dark Link continued to buck against her spasmodic body, sending jolt after jolt through her.

Finally she felt him pull out, and she immediately let her quivering legs give out. She collapsed onto the pile of hay and rolled onto her back.

Dark Link fell to his knees as he coaxed his member over the edge to orgasm. His seed shot forth onto Malon, onto her belly and breasts, even a bit on her neck. Shortly after, Dark Link collapsed beside her, his red eyes hazy and tired.

Malon wiped herself up with her discarded shirt, cleaning off the blood and her lover’s passion. She looked over to him, now turned on her side to face him. He smiled at her, a beautiful, boyish grin.

“I think you may have woke your father, as loud as you were,” he joked. Malon smiled at him, but said nothing. That was a worry for tomorrow. For the moment, she wanted nothing more than to cherish every moment with her lover.

Unbeknownst to her, the beautiful young man beside her felt exactly the same. He had been feeling all sorts of things lately. Wonderful emotions that he never knew could exist. Especially when he was with the farm girl, Malon. Was this living, like the Hero had said? If it was, then it was definitely something he could get used to.

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Sheik and Link spoke long into the night. Sheik told Link of her years with Impa, training as a Sheikah warrior. She had begun her training under the Sage at an early age, no more than thirteen. She soon after began working as a double agent for the Evil King, secretly helping Impa and her allies prepare for the arrival of the Hero. For him.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t be honest with you before…” she said to Link. “I couldn’t tell you then. Even now, I’m forbidden to do so, but we are so near the end…” She looked at him. “Tell me of your life, now. Before all this began.”

For the first time, she listened to Link speak. She never interrupted him, just listened attentively as he spoke of his days in the forest. Of his adventures with his friend, Saria. How they had been close, almost intimate, but never quite so. He spoke of the Great Deku Tree, and of his wisdom and guidance. He spoke of his days recovering and relaxing on the ranch, with Malon and Epona. He spoke of the castle, and the Princess. How close they had been…

He finished, lying on his side, next to Sheik. “What about your childhood?” he asked. “Before you became a warrior?”

Sheik dropped her gaze, suddenly looking sad. Link wondered if perhaps he shouldn’t have asked.

“I do want to tell you…” she said. “So much… but I can’t, just yet.” She looked to him, her eyes honest and beautiful. “Soon,” she said.

Link nodded, smiling at her. He leaned forward and kissed her, touching her face affectionately. They embraced, touching and loving each other. He entered her again, painlessly this time. The rocked together slowly, kissing and holding one another. They came together, and fell asleep in each others’ arms. Link held Sheik while they slept, their feelings for one another a beautiful thing, a single rose in the desert.

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Ta Da! Two "scenes" in one chapter. Hope you guys like the surprise pairing? Unless you saw it coming. I don't know if I made it obvious or not? Either way, is it "yeah" or "neh"? REVIEW and let me know! Or just REVIEW, anyway! I always appreciate feedback/comments/even criticism. Let me know what you think, and ENJOY! 'Till next chapter!