Clearer in Time

IV. Trouble in Paradise(pt.II)
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Ganon’s Castle. Dark storm clouds swirled menacingly overhead. The wind shrieked at the windows of the tower. In a room with the curtains drawn, a faint glow radiated.

It was a miniature pillar, carved from stone in the middle of the room. At the top was a stone basin, filled with water. The liquid shimmered with lights and colors, so that a picture could be seen. Two figures in a stable. One was a woman.

She was beautiful. Her fiery red locks fell around her teary turquoise eyes, her full, pouting lips. Her body was voluptuously shaped, as though by the Goddesses themselves. She pressed her lips against the other figure’s as he held her. A young man, with blonde hair and blue eyes, eyes looking only at her.

The picture rippled as tears began to fall into the basin. Finally Sheik could look no more and turned away. How could he…? She thought.

Then again, was Link so wrong to care for her? He was torn inside, Sheik could see. It had always been the two, the princess, and the farm girl. Then there was Sheik… unable to compare to his childhood loves.

Had the princess been there, she would already have him. But instead she had remained out of sight. Now Link was with the farm girl, holding her, giving himself to her… and where was Princess Zelda?

Hiding. Concealing herself for a purpose that became less and less clear with each passing day. Every day, falling farther and farther from Link’s heart as he struggled to understand why she had disappeared from him.

If he only knew…

…

“I knew it was you, Fairy Boy,” she said. “I knew you would come save me.” Malon pressed herself too him once more, kissing him deeply. Link could feel everything, the wet heat of the tears on her face, the inviting softness of her body. With one hand never leaving her face, the other found the hem of her skirt and slipped under, his calloused finger tips brushing the bare flesh of her thigh.

Malon gasped at his touch, until then unsure as to how far he would proceed. Link’s hands traveled further and further up, tingling her sensitive skin. She sighed heavily into his mouth as his hand found her breast, ample and precious. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her sensitive nipple, making it stand upright.

Malon let out a sensual moan and put her hands to Link’s belt, clumsily fumbling with the buckle. It fell to the ground with a loud clank and she immediately grabbed at the bottom of his tunic and pulled it over his head, breaking their kiss for a moment.

Then they were back to each other, Malon’s hands touching every inch of his bare chest, feeling the compact hardness of his muscles.

They parted again, this time Link finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, revealing her large, beautiful breasts, nipples fully erect. Link wrapped one arm around Malon’s midsection and lifted her to him, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pushed against a wall, and their lips met again, kissing fiercely. Malon undid the straps to Link’s wrist-guards while he kicked off his boots, lips locked all the while.

With his gloves off, Link crept his hand back under Malon’s skirt, this time pawing and grabbing in favor of light brushes and touches. Malon moaned in agreement, urging him to continue.

His hand crept up between her thighs. He could feel the wet heat of her sex through her panties. Ever so lightly, grazed his hand over the fabric, feeling the juices soaking through it.

“MMMmmaaaahh…” She sighed heavily, quivering in pleasure. Using her legs around his waist she pulled him to her, grinding her hips slowly into his. He continued to rub her slit through her clothes, feeling her becoming wetter and warmer with each passing stroke.

Malon unwrapped her legs from around Link’s waist and broke their kiss. She knelt before him and pulled down his leggings, revealing his rigid manhood. She grazed him with her finger tips and he groaned wildly, hands against the wall to keep him from doubling over.

Malon smiled at his pleasure and, ever so slowly, so as he could feel her every quivering breath, she took him into her mouth. Link gasped out and moaned, his breath quickening.

Malon worked at him steadily, not too fast nor too slow. One of her hands was pressed between her own legs while the other stroked him wonderfully. His hands found their way down to her hair, and ran through it as she sucked and licked. Every few strokes she would pull him deep into her mouth, loving the way his throbbing member felt in her throat. All the while she rubbed at her own sex, her panties still not removed and thoroughly soaked through with her desire.

Link nudged her and, with one last deep stroke, Malon let him out of her mouth. She rose up to him and he leaned into her neck. He nipped at her sensitive skin and teased at her with his tongue, every touch a dream.

“OOOOooooohhh…” she moaned wildly, bucking her hips towards him. Her body quivered with need, ready to melt at his touch.

He kept his mouth to her neck, his breath and lips sending shivers of ecstasy down her body. As he continued, he reached under her skirt and peeled away her soaking panties, throwing them aside. Only her skirt remained.

Link reached around her middle again and once more lifted Malon up against the wall. He pressed against her and kissed her passionately, his hardness tantalizingly grazing her glistening lips. She bucked her hips against him, unable to bear it any longer.

“Take me,” she breathed into his ear. Slowly, almost agonizingly, he slipped himself into her tight heat, inch by delicious inch. She let out quivering sighs into his ear as he pressed further in, driving him wild.

“Aaaaaahhhhh…mmmmhh…” she exclaimed as he entered her, loving the sensation as he sunk in to the hilt. He pulled away slowly, almost all the way out. She bucked against him furiously, burying his member within her once more.

Link thrust into her, her hips rolling to meet his each time. Slowly, at first, loving the feel of each other. Their speed gradually increased. He put his mouth to her nipple and she cried out, arching her back. He kissed her everywhere he could reach: her breasts, her neck, her lips. His fingers brushed through her scarlet locks. She pressed her hips fiercely against his, using her legs against the small of his back to direct his member towards her most sensitive spot. He found it and she cried his name.

“Link!” Malon threw her head back in ecstasy.

He thrust against her center in a steady rhythm, sending wave after wave of icy hot pleasure radiating through her. She tossed her head from side to side as he hit it again and again, her hands locked behind his neck. She could feel a tight knot of heat inside her, growing with every stroke, ready to burst.

Link thrust once more, and Malon felt the knot explode, her sex tightening around his rigid member. She screamed out, a long, guttural shriek as she climaxed. Link pressed his lips to hers, silencing her, lest she wake the rancher. She thrust against him a few more times, and then let him pull out of her. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and knelt before him once more, again taking him into her mouth. She worked quickly, each stroke seeming deeper than the last. She could feel his body tensing in ecstasy, his breathing shallow and ragged.

Malon took a deep stroke, so that every last inch of him was in her, and felt him explode. She could feel his hot passion trickling down her throat. He jerked spasmodically, crying out a bit. Then it was over. She felt him beginning to wilt in her mouth. She pulled him out of her and, with a gulp, swallowed any of the semen remaining in her mouth.

She slumped down against the wall, tired from their deed. Link kneeled and sat beside her, a blanket in his hand. He threw it over them and took her into his arms, holding her as her tears began to fall.

…

Malon cried. She cried hard, sobs shaking her body. She told him everything. How Ganondorf had appeared at the ranch one day. How he had stripped her father, Talon, of ownership and who’s whereabouts were unknown to her. How Ingo now owned the ranch, primping to the horses for when Ganondorf returned for them. How she stayed at the ranch, because she couldn’t leave the horses, and had nowhere else to go. How Ingo treated the animals. How he treated her…

She told him how she had missed him so…

Link listened to it all. He held her. Comforted her. He told her that he had seen her father and that he had come to help. He let her cry, waiting patiently for the last of the sobs to pass. Then, he spoke to her. He told her how he had missed her as well. About his plan, how he was going to save her and the ranch.

She fell asleep in his arms, naked under the wool blanket. Eventually he slept, as well, his troubled dreams haunting him through the night.

…

The sun peeked through the windows in the stable. Link awoke to find himself alone under the blanket. Malon had already began her chores for the day. He grimaced to himself. His dreams had plagued him the entire night.

He got up and began to get dressed. Leggings, boots, wrist-guards, tunic. He was just fastening his belt when the door to the stable burst open, letting in a flood of sunlight.

Ingo stood in the doorway, his fists clenched and trembling. His eyes bulged from his head furiously. Behind him was Malon, her head lowered and hands clasped together. He raised his shaking finger to Link.

“You!!!” He spat. Link seemed not to notice, but instead finished buckling his belt and proceeded to look around for his green cap.

“Don’t you ignore me!!!” Ingo cried. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice!!!” He pointed to Malon. Even from across the stable, Link could see the large, dark love-bite on Malon’s neck, a sigil to their previous night’s deed.

“Do you know who I answer to, boy?” Ingo continued. “Ganondorf! THE Great Lord Ganondorf! I work very hard to please him! He will arrive any day now for his horses! What is he going to think if he sees that some foolish vagabond has come and had his way with my servant? Keeping her from her work? You have spat in my face, you fool!!!”

Link paid no attention to Ingo’s ranting. He found his hat and put it on his head. He turned to Ingo and inspected his person. He had seen it last night…

There!

It hung from Ingo’s right ear. A crimson gemstone. It glowed with a malevolent aura. Ganon’s aura. It was controlling Ingo.

As Ingo still shouted, Link took his hookshot in hand and fired at the gemstone.

Thwip

The chain shot out and shattered the gemstone, coming extremely close to Ingo’s face. Malon gasped. Ingo immediately began to shriek in pain, the dark presence leaving his body. His eyes took on a strange glint, and Ingo began to speak in a voice that was not his.

“Hero of Time… It’s been too long…”

Link’s eyes widened as he took a step back. He recognized that voice.

“I’ve seen your dreams, Hero,” Ganondorf continued to speak through Ingo’s body. “You wonder why your beloved princess has abandoned you. Why she has left you to fix her mistakes.”

Link clenched his fists in rage. How dare Ganon invade his sleep! Ingo/Ganondorf grinned wickedly.

“It’s obvious that she doesn’t care for you, Hero. You’re just another pawn to her, someone she‘s duped into cleaning up the mess she’s made. I wonder what she would say if she knew you were ravishing farm girls left and right? Or Sheik, for that matter?”

In a flash Link was upon Ingo, Master Sword drawn and held to the rancher’s throat. The puppet farmer grinned as if in satisfaction.

“Do it,” Ganondorf said. “I can feel your rage, Hero. Do as your impulses instruct!”

“Link!” He looked away from Ingo. Malon was watching him, her eyes wide and sad. He looked back to Ingo/Ganon. It’s eyes bore into his, daring him, urging him to continue.

Link slowly raised his sword into the air, held it, and then, brought it down with a thwack. Malon gasped. Ingo immediately went unconscious as the hilt of the Master Sword collided with the side of his head. Ganon’s voice and presence left the rancher’s body, Leaving Link and Malon in an all too uncomfortable silence.

…

The sun was setting, and the moon could be seen low in the sky from Lon Lon Ranch. In the ranch house, Ingo lie unconscious, a bag of ice on his head. In the corral, Link readied Epona’s saddle, anxious to be off. He heard footsteps approaching from behind him, and turned to see Malon carrying a large burlap sack. She smiled a bit as he looked at her.

“I gathered some supplies for your journey,” she said, holding the bag towards him. “I assume you’ll be taking Epona?”

Link nodded, taking the bag from her and fastening it to the horse.

“It’s just as well,” Malon continued. “Ganondorf’s had his eye on her for a while. She’s always liked you, anyways.”

Link said nothing, just continued preparing Epona. He knew what was on her mind. As he tightened the straps on the bridle, he felt Malon’s body press against his back. He turned to see her, her face inches from his.

“I can’t thank you enough, Fairy Boy,” she said. “Are you… are you going to let me say thank you?” She looked at him expectantly. When he didn’t answer, she leaned forward and kissed him softly, her tongue gently probing his mouth. Link accepted her, but made no effort to kiss her back. After a few moments she pulled away, clearing her throat awkwardly.

“So…” she said. “Who’s Sheik?” Link said nothing, just turned and continued with the bridle straps.

“Or is it the princess?” she ventured on. “Have you really not heard from her? Nobody’s seen her for years, Link. How can you still…” she trailed off. Link still did not answer, but even from behind, Malon could see that his head was hung low, as if in shame or misery, or perhaps both.

Deep inside she felt the heat of jealousy. The princess. Even in childhood, it was never just her. There was always the princess, as well. When Ganondorf had taken Hyrule, Link had disappeared along with Princess Zelda. Malon had always told herself that they couldn’t have run off together, that Link wouldn’t just leave her without a word, no matter how he felt about Zelda. Then, last night, he had arrived, riding back into her life and sweeping her off her feet like a knight in shining armor. She was no virgin. Farmhands had come and gone. But she had always hoped that someday her Fairy Boy would return for her, to love her and be with her.

Now he was here again, only preparing to leave once more. To find that stupid princess.

“What’s so great about her?” Malon said. “Do you have to leave without saying goodbye? Or would it not be right? Can’t what happens between us just be between us?”

Link paused, and then, without turning to her, shook his head. No. How typical of him, she thought. Always the hero, never stepping off the righteous path. How could that be any fun? If there was one thing she had ever disliked about him, it was that. He was sweet, and handsome, but sometimes she had wished, like now, that he could just be a little more… bad.

“Fine, then,” she resigned herself. “You are a hero, after all. I suppose you should go save her as well.” Link turned to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead, a goodbye kiss. Despite her disappointment, she smiled at him.

“You’ll stop by again, won’t you? Bring Epona to visit?” Link smiled faintly and nodded. Of course. Malon smiled back at him.

“Good luck, Fairy Boy,” she said. “I hope you find what you’re after.” Link nodded and turned to mount Epona. Malon and Link held each other’s gaze for one last moment. Then, with a nudge to Epona, he rode off into the world, leaving the farm girl with a half smile on her face and bittersweet feelings in her heart.

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A few notes: *I hope the love scene didn't suck too bad.
*For anyone who has actually been reading this, you may have noticed that I've been posting chapters extremely fast. This week, I'll be preparing for finals(college), so it might take a few days for me to write and post the next chapter. Rest assured that I won't just disappear to never be seen again. It'll be a week at most, but probably shorter.
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