Majestic Twilight

Legend of Zelda: Majestic Twilight
Chapter 01: The Mayor’s Daughter

“Goddesses above, please allow your servant slumber.” the young rancher growled as he found himself awakened once more by those familiar nightmares which often echoed from the corners of his own subconscious. It was another dream about his unknown parents and his abandonment in the southern provinces almost two decades earlier. He was nineteen now and often told himself he should not give it so much thought. He imagined how he could have just gone rolling back over and tried to conjure up a sweeter dream to amuse what little remained of the night. However, he brought himself upright and found that he was once again wondering what could have brought him around in the middle of the evening. It was unusual considering nothing about the workday had been abnormal enough to cause him to ponder the family he’d never even known. Of course, there was one other thought which had become a plague upon his weary young mind.

The young rancher had slumbered into the late hours of the morning before going to the ranch and bringing the livestock out into the western meadow. This chore was followed by another common weekday alongside the common annoyances that were so typical to working around the livestock. Once the afternoon came, he rendezvoused with his esteemed mentor, a former knight who was teaching him the ways of the sword. The two of them spent some time reflecting upon the young man’s progress and enjoying some philosophy written by a warrior monk, who hailed from a kingdom to the east. Their lecture was interrupted when he was hailed back to the ranch when the livestock became too much for the somewhat simple-minded ranch master. He’d encounter some of the villagers on his way home and shared in a couple conversations. It was in reflecting upon them that he knew what must have disturbed his slumber.

“The majestic twilight… Is it not amazing how something be so beautiful and so ominous at the same time?”

There had indeed been something ominous in his mentor’s musings just earlier in the evening, which was followed by another of their rigorous training sessions focused upon swordsmanship and knighthood. His words often came across like some manner of cryptic sermon and those tonight would have tempted anyone to glance into the evening horizon. It would have urged anyone to take notice of the bizarre transformation which took place on the horizon during the meeting of daylight and darkness. It was an almost unnoticed phenomenon which had taken place with polished clockwork every evening and every morning for the entirety of existence. There were some who were inspired by it and many more who would have never really thought about it until it was pointed out to him. He was one of the latter category and now he found himself losing sleep over the matter.

It was not just the absent memories of his family or the cryptic twilight, keeping him awake, but the mixture of excitement and nervousness in his chest. It was in the wake of the sermon on the twilight that the former knight requested that the young rancher travel northward in the next two days. It was rumored his mentor refused to return to the crown city following an incident over twenty years earlier and he was allowing the young man to walk in his footsteps and represent Ordon Village. Considering that the young rancher had never been afforded enough vacation to do much more than their annual celebrations, he was quite excited over the prospect of leaving the southern woodlands and visiting the capital city. To represent his hometown at the Hyrule Summit, to stand among other leaders and even come before members of the royal family, was quite an honor.

Now rising up long before the eye of the crimson goddess, he couldn’t decide whether his mind was weary with those same concerns or youthful excitement. Out of habit, the young rancher began putting himself through the same morning exercise which he’d been performing every morning since he began working with the local livestock at the Ordon Ranch. There were many who were awestruck at how the young worker took to his growing responsibilities without wearing himself to the bone. He was not sure himself, but would often credit his endurance and vitality to the regular exercise and proper eating picked up from his mentor. His morning routine and job choice would have been enough to most, but he often found himself running around the village offering numerous services. Of course, some chores were more difficult than others.

In the wake of his morning routine, the young rancher dressed himself in some of his everyday work clothes which tended to revolve around more natural color tones. Instead of the expected work boots commonly worn by the farmers, the young rancher usually wore sturdy sandals to provide smoother movement. There was an ordinary leather belt laced around the waist over his work tunic along with a couple unoccupied pouches that were usually used towards collecting nuts and berries from the nearby forest. The young rancher also carried an ordinary hunting dagger on the reverse of the belt, but it was commonly used for the more mundane efforts and almost never hunting. Perhaps the most unnoticed detail was the small pocket under the left pectoral of his working tunic, where he would often stuff away his scantily supplied wallet.

The young rancher’s morning musings were suddenly shattered by the sound of a solid object striking the wooden door of his lonely treetop house. The weary worker breathed deeply and he moved over to the door to investigate the sudden interruption, already envisioning some of the most likely culprit. There was no questioning the seemingly endless mischief that came from the local monkey population and they were typically the prime suspects in any foolishness that went on around the southern village. Of course, if it was one of the younger children from the village coming to him in the middle of the night he was going to spend the next twenty minutes dragging them back home. He took another deep breath and opened the door to step out onto the balcony which overlooked the small grove around his treetop home. It was on the road from the village to the spring.

The entire world was dominated by the silver glow of the full moon which loomed in the sky above, an object of desire for the haunting howls of the roaming wolves. The young rancher looked out into the shadowed horizon and reflected upon those cryptic words murmured by his courageous teacher. He knew just by looking that there couldn’t have been more than two hours before daybreak would chase the moon from the morning sky. His sapphire gaze then dropped to the small rock which had been so tightly wrapped in a single sheet of crisp white parchment. The young man’s ears, long and pointed, immediately picked up the sound of bare feet moving down the north trail which lead into the woods. He removed the sheet from the stone to discover neat handwriting across the parchment, with delicate character written with underlying intentions.

~Link, meet me at the Ordon Fountain. We need to discuss some things.”

“So much for sleep.” Link chuckled lightly before crushing the note and tossing it backwards into his house, securely sealing the entrance before dropping from the balcony. The moment his toes touched the ground he rolled forward across the thin grass covering the crossroads between the village and the woodlands. He got back to his feet and dusted himself off before moving down the trail for the second time in the last several hours, his mind holding three different expectations as to whom this caller might have been. Of course, he realized that only one of the three was at all possible at this ungodly hour.

The everyday journey from the small village to the forest spring took around ten minutes for the young rancher, who soon found him just outside the closed wooden gates. Link raised one eyebrow before he turned back towards the narrow passageway which went through the rock wall between the beaten trail and the forest fountain. The whole situation was comfortably similar to another incident. He chuckled and proceeded to go through the same motions and began crawling through the small passageway. Besides the local wildlife and village children, there was nobody that really used the tunnel to access the forest spring and there was only one person who would actually lure him to this sacred place.

The young rancher breathed deeply of the moist air that wafted around the forest spring, crawling out from the narrow corridor to look around for the messenger. He stepped forward through the shadows of the starry evening, taking notice of how the moonlight was mirrored upon the flowing water. His concentration was quickly stolen away when someone suddenly tackled him from behind and he was knocked down into the cool water and soft sand of the fountain. Two feminine hands move down his shoulders to his wrist and he was straddled and pinned to the shallows of the natural spring. The silver glow of the moon reveal his attacker as those soft hands moved to push his down into the sand and he smiled lightly up to her moonlit visage. “Good morning, Ilia.”

“Good morning yourself, lover.” The mayor’s daughter smiled down at the young rancher with an almost sinister smile that almost nobody would have expected from the sweet young maiden. It would have been nobody had it not been for the childhood friend she currently had pinned to the ground and at her mercy. The young woman’s clothing was unchanged from outfit she had been wearing many hours earlier, more or less proving she had been planning this surprise encounter. She descended upon him slowly until their dirty blonde locks were brushing against one another. The two of them could smell and taste the vapors of their evening supper upon one another’s heated breath. It was a closeness not many would have shared with more than a few people.

“Insomnia, Ilia?” Link raised an eyebrow.

“I couldn’t get to sleep tonight, so I decided to collect my payment a little earlier than usual.” the young woman whispered seductively as she lowered herself to press her lips against his own, the two young lovers locking themselves in a passionate conflict. The mayor’s daughter was referring to how she would clean away the filth and grime that collected on his beloved workhorse. Of course, she never gave any warning and did it whenever she was in the mood. Neither one of them took this poor excuse very seriously, the young rancher simply allowed the mayor’s daughter to remain in control whenever she took care of Epona. It took away one of his many burdens and she really enjoyed working with the horses and sheep that would not try to run her down in the road.

Link and Ilia could not even remember a time when they were not friends and the wonderful memories of their younger years would never be forgotten by anyone who was there. It was their growth toward adulthood which warranted many more concerns and growing fondness. Neither one of them seemed interested in exploring the mysteries of physical pleasures which so many of their teenage peers often obsessed over. That is until twelve months ago, one evening around her sixteenth summer, when they were overtaken by instinct within one of the bamboo thickets around the deep wood. It was in the months since that an even deeper kinship bloomed between the two young villagers and soon came to be a forbidden romance of passion and secrecy. It was surprising how there were no rumors going around the populace of the southern village who were convinced they were just one another’s closest friends. It was somewhat confusing even to them how their friendship could have blossomed into romance.

The opening moments of the encounter were spent locked in a passionate kiss which was quickly becoming a skirmish for supremacy between the two lovers. Their moist tongues grappled in the cavity created by their mouths and their moonlit eyes into their one another with burning passion. Within moments the mayor’s daughter shattered the union just long enough to release her lover’s arms and remove the soaked tunic from his work-crafted upper body. It was not floating in the spring water for even a second before her fingers were lustily running up and down his chest and abdomen. His own strong hands moved up her smooth legs to cup and squeeze her firm rear under her cotton dress. She moaned over his sudden boldness as she dropped down to meet him once more. Their breathing went ragged as she began trailing soft kissed down his neck and he ground his growing excitement against her cloth covered nether regions.

As the two lover traded smoothes and lusting leers, Ilia’s knees remained on the muddy ground and supported her just enough to lower her hands to remove Link’s work belt and toss it off to the side. The hunting dagger clicked lightly in the sheath as the belt landed on the shoreline right next to the purse she was almost never seen without. Link relaxed and just went with the flow. His fingers impatiently unlaced the waistline of her spring dress and the simple cloth threatened to tear under the strain caused by the amount of tension. Link understood how much a cotton dress would have gone for, but he would have just torn it open had he been anymore drawn into the passion.

Of course, neither one of them could have cared less for their belongings in that pivotal moment. The couple was utterly drawn into the growing passion and it was the most important factor to be considered in the moment. They were not even worried about being discovered by whoever might come down to the forest spring just ten minutes away from the backwater settlement. Of course, the majority of the community would be snoozing away until sunrise and wandering out into the woods would have been bizarre provided nothing extremely urgent came up. It was the thrill of romancing one another where so many of the villagers would come out to congregate with one another just an hour after daybreak. It was one of those erotic spices to be found in life.

The encounter went on as they managed to slowly remove articles of one another’s clothing, soon leaving the young rancher in his breeches and the mayor’s daughter in her undergarments. Two pairs of sandals were floating around in the forest spring, but neither bothered to worry about them as they continued exploring one another. There was some considerable strain as Link could feel his throbbing excitement grinding painfully against his cotton breeches. Ilia’s own proof of broken innocence wasn’t as easily detected considering how her bottom was lapping against the pure spring waters.

“You wanted to discuss something?” Link questioned as he grinded his hips against his anxious lover, his surprisingly gentle hands having moved to softly caress her narrow waist. It was in the next moment that his rough hands moved to run over and cup the young woman’s round mounds. Ilia’s might have once been frustrated over their average proportions, but soon became convinced her perky breasts were beautiful on her petite frame. Link would just openly admire them when their love was without such meddlesome conversation.

“Only wondering when you’d be heading off to Hyrule Castle.” Ilia smirked as she raked her petite hands down his impressive frame, both of them drinking in the others image in the silver moonlight.

“The royal family itself wouldn’t be able to buy Epona.” Link whispered to her without hesitation, quickly gathering the most obvious concern she could have possessed. She responded by pushing her breasts out towards him and gave another one of those impish smirked that would have made a whorish succubus seem innocent. One slender hand moved into his blonde hair as he brought himself up to bring his lips against the sensitive mounds. Ilia soon found herself sitting on his lap as the talking ceased and their annual coupling continued.

“Good answer.” Ilia whispered as he eyes fluttered shut, the indescribable sensation shooting through her system as she began losing control over both her lover and the situation. But she couldn’t have cared less in that moment and just wanted to receive more of his touch.

Ilia whimpered softly as the young man’s ivory teeth clamped down softly on the focal point of her teenaged breast, cruelly teasing her with an irresistible mixture of pleasurable and pain. This sensation soothed away into warmth as his tongue lapped across the nibbled nub, the brush of the breeze against his saliva most pleasant. One hand softly fondled her opposite mound, alternating between softly squeezing the alluring roundness and pinching the sensitive nipple. His remaining arm moved around her waist and pulled her against his devouring lips while her own arms remained wrapped around his head, her expression bearing an alluring union of bliss and rapture.

Ilia’s breathing became strained and restless as her lover was practically torturing her, the burning sensations running through her lithe body were about to drown out rational thought. Her slender fingers twisted in his dark blonde strands as both his hands lowered to grasp her firm rear end, concealed by the tight shorts she wore under her dress. The young woman found her balance unstable when the young man suddenly paused in his actions. Those sapphire gemstones moved up to leer into her own, the warmhearted young man having one of those mysterious moments which warned her that he was scheming.

“What’s wrong, L—?” she never managed to finish her question as the young man suddenly rose up and placed his lover’s back against the floor of the spring with a resounding splash. Link found himself forced into following as Ilia refused to released his locks in the sudden movement and was soon on his knees over her. Ilia smiled as the water lapped against her temples and closing her eyes slowly pulled her lover down to continue in their intimate and frantic kissing. The serenades of chirping crickets and grunting toads seemed to intentionally provide atmosphere to the young couple, joining in with the running water of the stream.

Link’s hands blindly moved down her hips to the soft cotton shorts, removing them with some assistance before their passionate kiss was suddenly broken in stalemate. Following those primal instincts which had been leading them thus far, he allowed the young woman to pull herself from the spring water as he unlaced and removed his slacks without a second thought. Neither of them moved as they suddenly found themselves touched by the chilling breeze that slipped through the nocturnal woodlands. The two of them seemed to be no different than the creatures which existed there, bare as the moment they were brought into the world.

“Raaaahhh!” Ilia howled as she suddenly moved towards the young rancher and pounced on him for the second time that evening, his toned shoulders slamming down into the muddy shallows. She rasped incoherently as she allowed her round breasts to become flat against his toned chest, their fingers intertwining as his burning member rubbed roughly across her slippery entrance. The mayor’s daughter hesitated slightly before she brought her thighs together around the evidence of his passion, teasingly bringing his spine into an arch. Ilia didn’t allow herself to be penetrated through, and instead chose to torture him by grinding herself against the throbbing erection.

“Ilia! Damn it!” Link wreathed under her petite weight as she grinded herself against his impressive manhood, which pulsated demandingly against the velvet folds of her sacred entrance. Neither one of them spoke as they became locked in this eternal dance of primal pleasures, the mayor’s daughter contradicting any assumed innocence in her journey to satisfy her carnal desires.

Several moments passed before the young woman leaned back to straddle her longing lover, never releasing the mutual embrace their hands were sharing. Looking over her shoulder, she allowed the haunting glow of the moon to guide her movements as she slowly brought herself down upon the powerful organ. She carefully penetrated herself on the familiar shaft, purposely going as slowly as she could possibly manage, the young maiden savoring every pleasurable sensation that shot up into her body. There were no more barriers to be broken anymore, there was just the wonderful stretching and the awkward position which brought her even more pleasure. Their joining was soon complete and she moaned huskily as she could feel her lower lips kissing the hilt of the bladeless sword. It was a moment of sensual rapture.

Link’s breaths became severe and haggard as he was sheathed himself into his lover’s burning passage, an experience that never ceased to be both otherworldly and indescribable. The young woman was so tightly wrapped around his throbbing manhood and she clinched with every pounding heartbeat. He found speaking and even breathing to be incredibly difficult in that moment. His hands softly wrenched free of her own before coming to grasp her taunt upper thighs, her gentle hands following suit by moving up against his chest. The young woman soon found herself twisting her dripping corridor around the throbbing shaft, that delicious expression of blissful pleasure never once leaving her pretty features.

“Ilia!” Link choked as she suddenly leaned down towards his face and almost smashed her forehead into his nose, her arms remained flattened against his chest as he began thrusting up into her. Ilia moaned softly into her lover’s neck as he pulled her taunt rear-end down into each of his powerful thrusts, driving himself as deeply as he could manage into her warm vessel. Their dirty blonde strands ground against one another as they kept themselves eye to eye with one another and never broke the gaze of their partner. The young couple reveled in the chilling breeze of the night which came passing over them and the moonlit spring waters lapping against their beautiful bodies. The moment was enhanced even more by the texture of the sopping wet sand they were embraced upon.

While the ancient spirit which apparently resided within the forest spring might have disapproved of their debauchery, the spirit probably would not have been keen on the villagers coming to the streams with their weekly laundry and wash away their own filth of the day. The roaming animals of the wood probably wouldn’t have understood how their watering hole was being used in that moment. The local villagers would remain ignorant as well in the sleepy hours of the early morning, and should anybody have come around they wouldn’t have gotten through the locked gates without being noticed. The drowning sounds of the white water, the hooting of the owls and the howling of the roaming wolves surely spoke louder than any manner of noise they were raising in their moment of passion.

Several minutes passed as the two lovers shared in the slow rhythm, allowing them to be utterly devoured by the burning moment they were sharing. Their earliest encounters had proven to be far less memorable and less fulfilling for either of the hot blooded youths compared to this moment. Their more recent encounters were done with greater stamina and every pleasant movement struck them without the same patience wrecking power. It was with some extremely secretive research with another one of the local villagers that they became armed with several techniques which now preceded or followed their midnight meetings. However, the two of them were going with the flow and neither of them were the least bit occupied with how to perform properly.

“Link! Ah!” Ilia yelped sharply as the young man suddenly thrust himself forward with unexpected vigor, driving himself deeply into her tight young body without warning. Her slender hands moved down into the sands as she pushed herself up to look down at her lover, deliberately forcing herself down on the thickened shaft even more.

“Ilia...” Link whispered her name softly as he pulled her back down onto his throbbing shaft, plunging himself to the hilt and exciting another squeal of guilty delight from the slender young maiden. Ilia unconsciously gripped handfuls of the soaked sand as her lower body rose and was then sharply impaled in a much more primal rhythm. She would always blush when she reflected upon these moments, knowing that she loved every second that she was there with him. How could some people be ashamed of such wonders?

“Ughhh! Ughhh!” Ilia groaned loudly as the fleshy blade repeatedly punched through any resistance her tightened entrance could bring against him. The young rancher’s pelvis slammed hard against her entrance with almost every thrust and the pressure of his hands made the sensation even greater. Link’s toned chest was streaked by the muddy sand as Ilia pushed herself into sitting position once more, determined to remain the dominant party as she had originally intended. Within moments she had managed to adjust herself to the rhythm and found herself riding her midnight rendezvous with immense enthusiasm.

Link found his breath stolen away from him as he was confronted with the blood-churning sight of the young maiden riding his throbbing manhood. Ilia’s features had become flushed with a crimson glow and the spring water dripped from the soaked strands of her dirty blonde hair. Mesmerized by the sight of her bouncing mounds, Link stretched out one hand to recklessly seize one, his other hand digging into the slack of her firm bottom. He was shocked when one of his lover’s hands moved to grasp her own blossoming breasts, the other remaining placed against his strong chest. She was once more demonstrating how she was capable of utilizing his own obsessions against him and his grasp over himself loosening unexpectedly.

“Ilia! Ughhh!” Link groaned as her narrow vessel wrapped around his throbbing manhood. The young woman’s mouth might have been agape, but there was no missing the obvious smile of delight that was somehow present on her passion wrecked features. Their mutual breathing become haggard and erratic as they both approached the highest moment of their planned encounter, which somehow seemed to be superior to all those before it. This moment would surely pale in comparison to their next encounter, when the young rancher and mayor’s daughter would meet once again under the cover of the evening shadows. It was in that moment that another concern entered Link’s mind as he remembered how it had been almost two weeks since their previous meeting.

“Ilia... Is it...?” Link choked in a failed attempt to build words. She could not have chosen a worst time to begin twisting her slender waist around his manhood. “Ugh! Gah!”

“What was that?” Ilia coed in mock-innocence as she dropped even more of her weight onto the impaling erection, feeling quite empowered in the position that she commonly allowed her partner to possess. There was no question that she would pay for it next time, but it was just too tempting to seize.

“Ilia...!” Link gave a short moan of spiking pleasure. He found himself practically willing the bloodflow back towards his brain just enough to ask such an inappropriately timed question. “Is it safe?”

“You... Ragh!!” Ilia howled with reckless abandon. “You’re fine! There is no chance!”

“Argh! Eiyaa!” Link quickly abandoned any attempts to respond as he began thrusting up hard into the young woman’s moist corridor, exciting further screams that seemed to bring silence to the surrounding wildlife. The sound of slapping flesh and splashing water echoed loudly throughout the small area surrounding the forest fountain. Their animalistic growls and haggard groaning faded into the sounds of the moving water and the hoards of chirping crickets. Those that might have stood within earshot would not have witnessed the two lovers. To hear their carnal sounds, they would have probably come to believe two random wolves were plotting their newest litter just beyond the gates of the forest spring.

While many of the gossiping mothers of the village often discussed their lofty hopes for the two of them, they were without even the prospect of their midnight meetings. It was an odd situation the two of them shared with one another. Link and Ilia might have been given so much to one another, but beyond that there was not much to their relationship which would not have been found one year prior to that night. They were not drawn to one another romantically and there was nothing which had clicked within them which demanded them to be more open about their companionship. Link and Ilia were not above discussing it with one another, but they often found it just made their unique relationship seem even more confusing.

There might someday be a moment when their wonderful friendship would develop further into something much deeper and maybe even blossom into true romantic. Until then, the two of them were going with the flow and were not too worried about what the distant future brought to meet them. In this one moment however, they were not pondering what other people might have thought about them and were so similar to the animals over which they reigned superior. They wanted one another and there seemed to be nothing more.

The mayor’s daughter pleasured her own ample mounds before her mesmerized partner, whose arms fought to keep her upright before him. Her fingers occasionally brought out her own squeals of delight which mixed along with those brought forth by the constant efforts of the young rancher. The burning between her milky thighs screamed out the approach of her own climax and her velvet entrance painfully tightened around the pulsating shaft that was driving into her deepest regions.

“Give it to me!” Ilia screamed down at her lover, practically snarling with impatience as she managed to force words through her unceasing moans of rampant pleasure. Link responded by pushing himself much harder than ever before. His strong arms hoisted her slender frame to be much higher than normal where she remained for one lingering moment to consider what he was doing. It was in the next moment he slammed her body down against his own, causing them both to scream out together in such sweet unison.

“Eeeyah!” Link grunted through his haggard breath, his powerful hands grasping his lover’s bottom as Ilia’s nails threatened to rake bloody trenches in his toned chest “Ilia! Gahhh!”

Instinctively, one of his hands moved from her shapely thighs to snatch the one of her own that bore down upon his upper body, her fingers quickly intertwining with his own. His continued his sharp thrusting as she ground her hips into his pelvis, the scent of their slicking sweat and mixing fluids coating over the mist of the spring. The silver glow of the moon provided the two lovers the most incredible view of one another as they entered the final moments of their passion.

“Ilia! Ilia!!” Link groaned as he pulled her lower body down sharply with his one open arm, driving himself deeper in one powerful thrust which seemed to pluck her up from the shallows of the forest spring. Her small nails dug into the back of his other hand as she was found herself being driven beyond her breaking point and that familiar heat burst aflame within her inner sanctum. Link almost screamed as her vessel tightened around him without warning. His heart could be heard beating in his ears and he felt that familiar tightening in his loins before he arched his back and thrust one final time into his lover’s grasping canal.

“LINK!!” Ilia moaned loudly as her orgasm struck her. Link’s fingertips grasped deeply into her taunt bottom as he groaned in his own pivotal moment. The sound of an unseen wolf howling joined in within their passionate screaming from somewhere in the deepest regions of the wood. Their individual screams of pleasure ceased long before the nearby alpha wolf came to the conclusion of his almost haunting mating call. Silence seemed to hold them.

Ilia remained lingering for several seconds in her seated position before falling forward on top of her lover completely exhausted. Link’s strong arms slowly moved around her back as they found themselves entertaining the prospect of taking their slumber in the shallows of the forest spring. Ilia’s features were flushed and radiant, savoring the feeling of warmth that emanated from the burning seed now flooding her inner sanctum. She was sore and weary, but was somehow revitalized in the same instance.

“You’re still drinking that herbal tea, aren’t you?” Link questioned as he softly brushed her blonde bangs away from her glistening eyes.

“One serving every evening.” she whispered in response, the conversation revolving around some easily acquired herbs that could be collected from the southern forests. These herbs created spicy medicinal tea which would raise one from their slumber and would assist one through even the most infernal of winter sicknesses. However, when mixed with some of the strange blackberries that also grew nearby, the mixture became an almost flawless contraceptive that completely eliminated the possibility of pregnancy. The young rancher couldn’t have fathomed where his childhood friend had managed to come across such an unusual recipe and certainly didn’t complain about it. It made things between them much less complicated.

“Do we have time for another round?” Ilia asked between exhausted breaths, concerned as their bodies were cooling in the motionless moments. It would have been a tease to most men, but she was very much aware of how quickly the young rancher could recover enough to perform.

“Sorry Ilia.” Link whispered as he kissed her lips. “We are both going to be dragging ourselves come morning and there is really no telling when we would return to the village should we start again. I’d rather not have your father coming after me unless we’re both committed to something more than just our harmless moments.”

“I suppose so.” Ilia chuckled, remembering the mutual panic when they came to their senses mere minutes preceding the morning sunrise. There would have been nothing more humbling than being caught returning home in dripping clothes while everyone else was heading down to the fountain to wash their own. Link wouldn’t have had much trouble returning to his home on the outskirts, his reputation as an adventurous young man would have also supported going out in the evening. Ilia would have needed to somehow get to the center of the village where her father’s house was and her sheltered upbringing certainly wouldn’t have helped matters. The entire village would have panicked to know the young daughter of their mayor was out when the wolves and bears would have been prowling for their next meal.

The mayor’s daughter calmly pulled herself to her feet and reclaimed her form-fitting shorts, never having been partial to the more scantily undergarments. She watched in silent fascination as her casual lover retrieved his breeches and concealed his softened manhood under the simple garment. He never wore underwear and that was somehow even more appealing to the young woman. Ilia realized that there was considerable time remaining and neither of them were truly devoid of their stamina, slowly walking up towards her childhood friend a mischievous smirk crossed her features.

Link shouted loudly as he was suddenly pushed hard towards the spring, going under for a moment in the deeper waters of the forest spring. He came to the surface and glared towards Ilia “You really wanna play that game, Ilia?!”

“Catch me if you can.” Ilia chuckled before she ran back into the spring and moved away from her midnight lover upon diving into the deeper water. Link instinctively moved towards her only to have her sink down and moved under him and reemerge from behind, laughing at his vain efforts. Link soon found himself fighting to overcome the obvious advantage she possessed when it came to the deeper water, having never been a strong swimmer beyond relaxing in the village pond.

This entire process was perhaps one of the more interesting games from their childhoods, although somehow less interesting that the new ones discovering over in recent years. This game would continue under the silver moonlight until he finally managed to capture the young woman and prove himself once more. They would then redress and make their way back towards the village before the burning eye of the crimson goddess emerged from the eastern wetlands.

Neither of them would be noticed returning to their own dwellings where they would alone remain aware of their actions under the full moon, with the exception of the burning crimson gaze that was watching them through the shadows and questioning the worthiness of the amateur swordsman. It was an ominous apparition whose presence was shrouded in an auspicious golden glow, standing in opposition of the moonlight which touched down across the woodlands. The young couple would glance back as the breeze passed through the area, but would discover nothing standing on the edge of the woodlands. There would merely be the haunting melody of some lone wolf, howling toward the full moon.

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Author’s Commentary: I wanted the opening chapter to quickly establish that this series will not completely revolve around sexual encounters, prompting the opening contemplation on Rusl’s earliest message in the actual game. Ignorant of his approaching destiny, Link would obviously be attempting to find some hidden meaning in the words of the former knight that introduced him to the sword. I wanted to establish that this latest incarnation wouldn’t be seeking sexual encounters and possesses some honest insight on his own existence.

My inspiration was really flowing towards making the earliest encounter in Majestic Twilight something that would be straight-forward copulation. I wanted to create something appropriate and classical that anybody could enjoy. This whole scenario called for an encounter with a partner that was equally inexperienced as the young hero. Having quickly established herself rather effectively as the childhood friend and possible romantic interest of the legendary hero’s newest incarnation, the most logical choice was the mayor’s daughter, Ilia.

I had initially planned for this encounter to be their earliest, but eventually decided that this wouldn’t have been the most original concept in written erotica. I quickly decided to establish that both characters were involved from the beginning and possessed prior experience with one another, although perhaps not exclusively when it comes to Link. They would conceal this aspect of their longtime relationship by rendezvousing with one another under the cover of darkness, while the rest of the tiny southern village slumbers. I wanted to make sure to be clear their relationship was nothing exclusive and while it is possible in the future for them to get together, I do not want their romance to be too much of an element in upcoming chapters.

I really wanted to keep every possible encounter during the course of the original storyline and never make my alterations that were overly extensive. I wanted the setting and scenario in this encounter to seem familiar to the involved characters, who essentially live their lives rather monotonously within the working community. There wouldn’t have been anything necessarily special about this encounter, both characters would have done this several times prior. The forest spring then struck me as the most logical place to stage this encounter considering how important that location seemed to have been in the lives of both Link and Ilia. Throughout the marketing and advertisement leading to the games anxiously awaited release there were constantly screens of Link, Ilia and Epona at the forest spring prior to start of the actual journey. Throughout the course of the actual game, the player is required to return to this place in order to obtain an item or information that is necessary to move forward. Utilizing this place became infinitely more appealing than some random bedroom.

The scenario was not initially established as anything other the two characters having an extremely close friendship and hooking up for another encounter together. My personal preference towards the pairings in Twilight Princess remains somewhat undecided, which is the primary reason why there was nothing purely romantic between Link and Ilia. At the moment they are essentially childhood friends with unspoken privileges, probably not acknowledging the possibility of an even deeper relationship. I have no definite preferred pairing in Twilight Princess and will not be swayed to exclusivity. The references to the animalistic instincts associated with such encounters somehow managed to sneak into the writings, alongside the symbolism of the howling wolf in those final pivotal moments. This remained primarily due to the connections with the approaching adventure and the disconnection from a necessarily romantic encounter.

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