Zelda: The Misadventures of Link

The Legend of Zelda
The Misadventures of Link

Chapter Eight - Many Meetings


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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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Update: Thanks for all of the positive feedback. Again, I’m trying to avoid the gratuitous sci-fi references and all that.

I should say that there’s LOTS more of this to come. I’m guessing that I’ve got at least 13 (total) chapters of material. But, if anyone wants to make a suggestion or a request, feel free (leave a review or send me a message).

Also, to whoever is doing the Mystery Science Theater stuff... good lord it's funny. For instance:

Rauru: Oh, hey, is this another one by that Moron of Volkswagen guy?

DED: Uh, sure.

Know what's funny about that? I drive a VW!!! Really, no shit, in real fucking life!!! An OLD one! Anyway, I love the treatment, keep it coming, it's fucking brilliant. And no, I don't take myself seriously enough to be offended by it.

The Princess and the Peasant

Zelda stood at the entrance to Lon Lon Ranch, an hour before dusk. Dark clouds hung in the sky, threatening rain. Her breasts ached in the confines their wrappings, for she was Sheik this evening. While the masculine persona she maintained served to hide her true identity from the world, it was uncomfortable, and left her longing for more womanly attire.

Curiosity drove her as she stepped lightly and silently onto the grounds of the ranch. She knew that Link had been here recently. She knew that he’d come and gone in the middle of the night, but she didn’t know why. The jealousy smoldering in her heart demanded knowledge. She knocked on the door to the office.

She stared blankly at the rustically gorgeous redhead girl who answered the door. /Not good/ she thought. Malon was in her usual attire, but still had one of Anju’s leather chokers around her neck, and her dress had been hemmed and now showed more leg. In fact, she even had a slit up one side, revealing a generous length of creamy white thigh. Of course, this was Zelda’s first impression of the farmgirl. /Somewhat slutty/ she thought.

Zelda’s forced her gaze back to the girl’s face. “Hello, young lady,” she began, aware that she wasn’t much older than Malon, “You must be Malon. I’m Sheik, of the Sheikah. I come from Kakariko.” She’d come under the pretense of seeing why no Lon Lon Milk had found its way to the village in the past week.

Malon smiled in surprise. “Oh, come right in, I was just about to lock the gate, since it’s nearly nighttime. I’ll be with you in a minute!” She ushered her visitor into the office, and scampered outside to close the gate, leaving Zelda to examine her surroundings.

A desk strewn with papers sat in front of the staircase to what Zelda assumed was the upstairs apartments. A single Cucco slept soundly in the far corner of the room. The place was an unkempt mess. An unfinished note on the desk drew Zelda’s attention.

“... Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t saved me from Ingo. You made me feel so much better afterwards when you...”

Zelda didn’t have time to finish reading before the burst open and Malon returned. “So, how can I help you?” the girl asked, plopping down behind the desk.

“Well, I’d like to know why Kakariko hasn’t gotten a shipment from you in a few days. The townspeople need milk, and they don’t have enough cows of their own.” Zelda began. Having the actual pretense of late deliveries was helpful, even if she didn’t actually have anything to do with the village. But she had to know more about this girl.

Malon’s eyes went wide, and she gasped in embarrassment. “Well, things have been busy around here lately,” she began.

“Uh, huh,” Zelda folded her arms on her chest, realizing just how sore her breasts had become. She listened as Malon launched into a description of how Ingo had taken over the ranch, and had slowly gone mad.

“And then he tried to rape me,” she said, hunching over slightly, and speaking in a very soft voice. “Then my friend came to rescue me. We still haven’t completely cleaned up the blood from where he killed Ingo, and I’ve been to Kakariko twice but I still can’t find my dad.” She pouted. “There’s only the two of us, and since he’s missing it’s only me for now.”

Zelda sighed. “I see. You’re definitely understaffed.” She took a seat opposite the desk, and crossed her legs. Too late, she realized that she’d assumed a very dainty posture, and quickly moved her butt forward in the seat, leaned back, and crossed her legs in a more masculine fashion.

Malon’s blinked, then shook her head. Zelda continued, “I was also hoping you could tell me where a... a friend of mine is. He’s about my height, slim yet very very strong, very handsome, blonde, blue eyes, usually wears a green tunic and a floppy hat...” she trailed off as recognition flashed in Malon’s eyes.

“OH! You’re looking for Link! Why didn’t you say so? He was here just the other day. He’s the one who took care of Ingo. What do you want with Link, anyway?”

Zelda paused. She didn’t have an answer. “Well, I wanted to...”

“Yes?”

“I wanted to, um, deliver a message for him, from...” Zelda trailed off again. /Damn!/ she cursed herself silently.

“Oh, I see,” said Malon, trying to be helpful. “He’s supposed to be passing by tomorrow night. Maybe I could deliver your message for him then?”

Lighting struck outside. Thunder overwhelmed everything, and by the time the two girls had uncovered their ears, rain was pouring down from the heavens.

/Saved by Lightning/, Zelda thought to herself. “Well, I’d better be going,” she said.

Malon shot to her feet. “In this mess?” she said, gesturing to the outside. “You’ve got to be kidding. I didn’t see a horse, which means you came on foot.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Zelda said, taking a decisive step towards the door.

“Nonsense!” Malon said, blocking Zelda’s path. “Look, there’s a guest room upstairs. I’d feel safer having someone around, anyway,” she said, pushing Zelda towards the stairs. “Especially a Sheikah!”

Zelda soon found herself in the spare bedroom. A comfy four poster bed, dresser, table and two chairs, and a bathtub standing in the corner. Fresh towels hung nearby on a rod. /Bath... tub.../ Zelda thought, desperately aware of how long she’d gone without bathing, and how her breasts ached to be released from their bonds.

“Just let me know if you need anything,” Malon said as she stepped into the hallway. “Breakfast is whenever you want it, since I have to get up early to do the milking and see to the cuccos. G’night!” she said, closing the door.

Zelda waited, listening to Malon’s footsteps retreating down the hall to her own room. Only when she heard the door close did she step forward to draw herself a bath.

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Malon stood in her room, pale and tense in the dark. She had to know more about this Sheik person. He was so attractive... even more so than Link. So slender, so defined, almost feminine. What did Sheik want with Link? She shook her head. “Now now, I can’t do that,” she said to herself. But she removed her shoes, and stepped barefoot, silently, back into the hall. “Or maybe I can.”

She stood, silently, outside Zelda’s door. Unbeknownst to her, Zelda stood on the other side of that door, in a pitch black room, silent but for the sound of the bath faucet slowly filling the tub. Both girls were horny, curious, and terribly lonely.

Zelda could feel Malon’s presence on the other side of the door. She could feel the girl’s desire and curiosity, as well as the burning in her own chest. She opened the door.

Malon stood there, wide eyed, staring in shock at the still-masked figure before her. She stared into Zelda/Sheik’s red eyes, and swooned. She stepped forward, her arms reaching for Zelda, and whimpered “hold me. I’m so lonely...”

Zelda snaked one arm around the redhead’s waist, and drew her close, closing the door. In the darkened room, she tore the mask from her face and pressed her mouth against Malon’s, feeling an almost electric tingle in her lips, and her heart raced. She felt the adrenaline flooding her chest with excitement as Malon struggled for a brief moment and then gave in, returning Zelda’s fiery kiss and placing her arms around the blonde’s neck.

Zelda lifted Malon in her arms, bearing the redhead to the bed as the room was momentarily lit by flashes of lightning outside. She sat down, with Malon on her lap, and the two women brought their lips together again. Malon felt her heart flutter in her chest as the strong yet effeminate Sheik probed her mouth.

Zelda slowly pressed Malon backwards, onto the bed using just her mouth. Her kisses grew more aggressive, and she probed deeper into the farmgirl’s mouth. Holding Malon orally to the bed, began to remove the girl’s dress. Malon moved her body to comply without a fuss, all the while keeping her mouth in contact with Zelda’s, allowing the blonde’s tongue to ravish her mouth.

Zelda pulled away to observe the redhead’s body in the almost nonexistent light from the window behind her. She removed her gloves and ran her hands, calloused from years of training and fighting, over the girl’s slender naked body.

Malon gasped in pleasure at Zelda’s touch. “You’ve got wonderful hands, Sheik,” she breathed softly. One of those hands had drifted over her left breast and was now teasing the nipple. The other was drifting upwards along her inner thigh, enjoying the creamy smooth skin, upwards, until it rested against her pubes.

Malon reached out to touch Zelda’s crotch. Zelda grabbed her hand, firmly, gasping in surprise and panic as she redirected Malon’s hand to her butt. “Don’t try to grab my dick,” she said, almost growling. “If you do that again I’ll have to tie you up.”

Malon complied, silently. She spread her legs, with her knees raised slightly. Zelda moved down and held her again, kissing her viciously. She quickly disengaged from Malon’s mouth, and moved to her neck, caressing the girl’s skin with her tongue. She kept working downwards until she had Malon’s right nipple in her mouth, and moved her right hand down to Malon’s crotch.

Malon gasped, drunk with pleasure. “You know just how to touch a woman, don’t you Sheik?” she said. Zelda’s wet mouth and dry fingers were blinding her with their magic. She felt the blonde’s fingers probing, two at a time, into her soaking wet pussy.

Zelda reached her index and middle finger into Malon’s cunt, reaching upwards, while her thumb found its way to the girl’s clit and began to rub from side to side. The girl was amazingly wet. She kissed Malon on the neck again, gently brushing the creamy white flesh with her teeth.

“Please, take me now,” Malon gasped, barely able to breathe. Zelda’s skilled hands were assailing her with pleasure. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Zelda paused, stricken, for a moment. “No, I think I’ll eat you first,” she said, sliding down along the girl’s body until she was face to face with Malon’s dripping cunt.

She ran her tongue along Malon’s pussy, from vagina to clitoris. Malon moaned in ecstasy. Zelda placed the tip of her tongue halfway in between, infuriatingly close to Malon’s clit, and then assaulted her cunt with two fingers as she’d done before.

Malon bucked her hips against Zelda’s face. Her body felt as if it were on fire, yet her skin prickled and goosebumped as if it were rolling in snow. She felt the blonde’s tongue teasing her clit, the fingers brutally violating her insides. She couldn’t help but place her hands on Zelda’s head and pull it closer, grinding her hips against the face she knew as Sheik’s.

Zelda gasped for air, laboring to breathe while the farmgirl held her face firmly against her pussy. She kept working, timing her lapping and thrusting to the girl’s gasps and moans and thrusts. She could feel Malon’s muscles contract with each stroke of her tongue.

Malon’s vision would have blurred if the room had been lit. But as it was, she could barely see the almost anonymous lover eating her pussy. Every now and again a flash of lightning would illuminate the room, but still she could only see Sheik’s backlit as an outline. Not that it mattered...

Malon’s gasps grew quicker, and Zelda’s tongue strokes and finger thrusts grew faster to keep up. Zelda felt Malon’s thighs tighten on either side of her head as the girl bucked her hips. Her tongue ached with the effort, and she could feel a cramp forming in her forearm as her fingers continued to probe inside the farmgirl.

Malon cried out, “Fuck! Don’t stop... don’t .. ever... stop..” as Zelda’s masterful tongue and fingers brought forth an orgasm from the very core of Malon’s body. The girl screamed, gasping for air, then nearly sobbing with release and relief as Zelda pulled away.

Once again, Zelda lifted Malon in her arms. She carried the girl back to her own room as she kissed Zelda softly in the dark. The candle’s lighting the hallway and Malon’s room had gone out, so Zelda’s face was still obscured.

As Zelda laid the farmgirl in her own bed, Malon cooed softly. “Don’t you need... something as well?”

Zelda stiffened as she drew away from the girl. “Uh... no... “

”No?” Malon seemed confused.

Zelda sighed. “This has happened very fast. I think I... I just need some time to think about it.”

“Oh,” Malon moaned softy. “I don’t know if I could manage a blowjob right now anyway, after what you just did to me.”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Zelda said softly, closing the door.

Back in her own room, she finally stripped out of her form fitting jumpsuit and began to unwrap her breasts, which virtually exploded from her chest. She massaged them gingerly as she stepped into the steaming hot bathtub, sighing in pleasure as she sank beneath the water. A single candle illuminated the room as the Princess of Hyrule relaxed in the tub, scrubbing gently at the dirt stains on her hands and face.

Malon had recovered quickly, and sat in her room, trying to figure out what had just happened. She didn’t bother to dress herself, instead stepping out into the hallway perfectly nude. She slipped into Talon’s room, conveniently adjacent to the guest room. She stepped over to Talon’s bed, and removed a small picture hanging on the wall... revealing a peephole in the wall.

/Thank you, daddy, for being a total pervert,/ she thought to herself. She peered into he hole and nearly screamed, slapping a hand over her mouth.

/Long blonde hair, breasts?! And those eyes... that’s.../

Zelda was reclined in her bathtub, legs spread, long blonde hair draped over the edge of the tub, with one hand massaging her generous breasts and the other probing her pussy. She was close to cumming, and was writhing in ecstasy.

Malon quickly replaced the picture over the hole in the wall and retreated to her own room. She sat on her bed, with her arms around her knees, and pondered what had just happened. “So that’s why he... she... wouldn’t fuck me...”

Still very confused, she slipped back under the bedcovers and shut her eyes. “Best not to think about it ‘till morning,” she told herself.

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