Clearer in Time

IX. The Shadow of Truth (pt.II)
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The sun rose over Kakariko Village. It poured it’s light over the hills, and the village slowly began to come to life. The villagers rose from their slumber and readied themselves for the day. At the Kakariko Inn, a petite young blonde girl lie in the arms of a beautiful red haired girl, the two having unconsciously embraced each other in their sleep.

The sun reflected off the dew in the cemetery grass. A figure clad in green stood tall among the tombstones. His eyes were closed and his sword was in his left hand, shield in the right. His ears twitched as they picked up minute sounds, but he ignored them. His ears were his enemies now, only there to deceive him. He needed to look past the sounds, and see what was really there. He needed to see the truth.

Then he did see it. Not quite a thought, not quite a feeling, but something in between. He raised his shield to cover the back of his head. Less than a second later, a razor sharp dagger collided with the shield, echoing metallically throughout the graveyard. His eyes remained closed, so that he could see better.

He saw again. Much clearer this time. He turned to his left, sword ready to defend. Just as he turned, a mysterious woman with silver hair charged him, her small, lethal blade colliding with the young hero’s shimmering one.

Impa jumped back and assumed her stance, eyeing Link with pride. “Well done, Hero.” She said to him. “You catch on quickly.”

It had been six days since Link had come to the graveyard. He and Impa had been training nonstop, so that he may learn to “see” as the Sheikah tribe does, through the Eye of Truth. Throughout this training, Link’s weapon skills had improved tenfold. His bow was no longer just a tool, but a deadly weapon, and his swordsmanship was just short of masterful.

Impa sheathed her blade and walked passed Link. “To the house. There’s yet more to learn today.”

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Malon awoke to see a woman in her arms. A thin young girl with short, dirty blonde hair and dark tan skin. Sheik.

Malon looked over the mysterious young girl. It was easy to see why Link was so attracted to her. Her body was uniquely shapely, well toned and muscular, built for adventure. If not for her breasts, she might even pass for a very feminine boy. Yet something about her was alluring, an entrancing, unorthodox beauty. Her lips were slightly parted as she slept, and Malon herself almost felt the urge to kiss them, to see what they felt like.

It been a while since Malon had felt attracted to a woman. Once on the ranch, a farmhand had passed through with a daughter, and her and Malon had snuck off to the stable together in the night, unable to keep away from one another. Similarly, it was hard not to be attracted to Sheik. Malon knew that the girl lusted after Fairy Boy, and the desire that radiated off of her was contagious, especially now that they shared a bed. Malon could hear Sheik in the night, in the throes of her lustful dreams.

As Malon stared and thought all of this, Sheik opened her eyes. The pretty amber jewels locked with Malon’s turquoise ones. They stared for a moment, and then Sheik pulled away from the farm girl. She got out of bed awkwardly, not saying a word, just entering the small wash room and closing the door behind her.

Malon, having bathed the night before, got out of bed and began to dress herself. She wondered what to make of all of this. She had never considered herself a loose woman, but she had always been full of desire, at the fortune or misfortune of whomever she happened to desire. She had never been in love, except for Fairy Boy. Even then, she had given him up, realizing he was not her knight in shining armor. She didn’t believe she loved Sheik, but even so, she was finding it increasingly hard to keep her hands to herself at night. Somehow she resisted, though, not wanting to ruin the tentative friendship they seemed to have forged.

Sheik opened the door and stepped out of the wash room, dressed in her body suit and wrappings. Why she wore those, Malon couldn’t guess. Sheik sat down on the bed next to her, an uncomfortable silence between them.

“I wonder how Link’s doing,” Sheik said, more to break the silence than anything else. Malon smiled at her.

“I’m sure he’s doing well,” she said. “Fairy Boy can take care of himself.” She stood up, a grin on her face. “I’m tired of sitting here waiting for his training to end, though. We should do something today. Who knows when the next time is that we’ll have a day to ourselves?”

Sheik smiled beneath her coverings, and rose off of the bed, as well. “That sounds fine.”

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“If the Eye of Truth is used properly, you can see thoughts,” Impa said. Link sat on the floor before her. “It’s not quite like mind reading, but it’s fairly close. To start, try to see the thoughts of some of the ghosts around the cemetery.”

Link nodded, eyes closed. He blocked all noise from his ears, concentrating intently. He could see something, just barely. It would flash before his vision, and then disappear. He frowned in concentration, trying harder.

Then he caught it. He could “see” it, a strange sensation of knowing without being told. It was like a bit of knowledge had just fallen into his head. He frowned, not liking what the spirits were thinking. There thoughts were laced with violence and obscenities.

Impa smiled, seeing that he had succeeded. “The spirits have grown quite restless and feisty since the Shadow Temple has become plagued,” she said. “Tonight, we shall venture in and cleanse it of the evil.”

Link opened his eyes and looked at her, his expression serious. She nodded. “It will be dangerous, young Hero. Be on your guard.”

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They left for the Shadow Temple just as the moon began to rise. The temple was just beyond the graveyard, hidden in a seemingly pleasant grove. The moonlight made the entire place seem alive, somehow. The entrance was a dark, ominous cave. Link was reluctant to enter. Impa stood beside him.

“It must be done, Hero,” she said. “Let us begin.” Link nodded and took a deep breath. He thought back to Sheik and Malon, wondering what they were doing, if they were getting a long. The thought of his friends gave him courage. Wish me luck, he thought. He stepped into the temple, Impa following behind him.

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Sheik and Malon were getting along splendidly. They had spent the afternoon with Anju, acting as barmaids. A game had developed, so that every time one of them was fawned over by a man, they took a drink. Needless to say, both Malon and Sheik had had more than enough.

Presently they were both asleep, curled up in their bed. Sheik tossed and turned, her dreams holding her in the throes of passion. Her foot lashed out, kicking Malon in the rear. The redhead awoke with a start, realizing a moment later what had happened. Sheik was dreaming of Link again.

Malon lit the lamp next to the bed and crept to the bathroom, feeling that she had had too much to drink. When she came back out, she gasped to herself. Sheik had lifted her knee to the air in her sleep, her foot planted on the mattress. Her silk nightgown had slipped down, revealing her toned, sensual thigh.

Malon slipped back into the bed, trying not to look at Sheik’s revealed leg. As her eyes drifted over against her will, however, she noticed something else. Sheik’s had her hand pressed between her legs, rubbing gently beneath the silk sheet of her nightgown. She moaned softly in her sleep. She was dreaming of being with Link.

Malon could not pull her eyes away from the blonde girl. She looked over Sheik’s lithe body, absolutely entranced. Sheik’s skin was a brilliant hue in the glow of the lamplight. Her hand rubbed gently but steadily between her legs, sighs and moans escaping her slightly parted lips.

Before Malon realized it, she was leaning closer and closer, until she was poised over Sheik, their faces inches apart. Malon could feel the soft exhale of Sheik’s breath on her face.

Malon couldn’t hold back anymore. Ever so gently, she pressed her lips down to Sheik’s, softly kissing the young blonde. To her surprise, Sheik kissed back, leaning in slightly so that their faces were angled together. Malon kissed again, more forcefully this time, her tongue entering Sheik’s mouth. Once again, the blonde girl responded, meeting the farm girl’s tongue with her own. Her hand moved quicker between her legs, eliciting moans and cries.

As they kissed each other, Sheik’s eyes shot open. Malon froze. For a moment, they stayed that way, looking at each other. Then Malon pulled away and turned around, her back facing Sheik, arms wrapped around her bare breasts. Her face was ruby red with embarrassment and shame. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized what she had tried to do. What was she thinking?

“I’m sorry,” Malon said, tears running down her face. No reply came, and the tears flowed quicker. Of course Sheik wouldn’t forgive her. Why would she?

As Malon cried, she felt something graze across her thigh. A hand. She looked down just as Sheik’s hand slipped in between Malon’s legs, stroking gently at her center. Malon cried out in surprise and pleasure. Sheik’s voice whispered onto Malon’s ear, making her shiver.

“Please don‘t stop,” Sheik begged. Malon said nothing, but merely quivered as she felt Sheik’s hands all over her body, rubbing up and down the length of her slightly parted thighs, caressing her sensitive breasts.

Then she turned to face Sheik and kissed her again, lips and tongues meeting passionately. Malon ran her hands over the silk of Sheik’s nightgown, sending chills down the blonde’s body. The redhead then got up and poised herself over Sheik‘s body, taking control of the situation. Sheik looked up at her seductively with amber eyes, waiting for her to proceed.

Malon buried her face in the crook of Sheik’s neck, licking and nipping lightly, the exhale of her breath driving Sheik wild. She squirmed in pleasure as Malon worked. The farm girl’s hands were at Sheik’s breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples through the silk. Sheik’s hand worked vigorously at her own wet sex, a finger inserted and exploring her own depths as her other hand pawed greedily at Malon’s voluptuous breasts.

Malon pulled away from Sheik’s neck and, using her teeth, pulled away the shoulder straps of Sheik’s nightgown. She slipped the top of the nightdress down to Sheik’s waist, revealing her beautiful breasts. They were much smaller than Malon’s, but perfectly round and shapely. Malon began a trail of kisses from Sheik’s neck, all the way down to her breasts. She kissed and teased at one of the round globes, biting softly at the nipple, causing Sheik to gasp.

Sheik removed her hand from between her legs and began to caress Malon’s body, gliding her fingertips over the farm girl’s porcelain smooth skin. Malon sighed and moaned as Sheik felt her, growing incredibly wet and hot at her center, longing to be touched. Even through the redhead’s panties, Sheik could feel Malon’s wetness. She reached to pull them off, Malon lifting herself to assist. Malon fully removed Sheik’s nightgown, so that the both of them were completely naked.

Malon cried out as she felt Sheik’s fingers rubbing excitedly at her cove, slipping a finger between the redhead’s hairless, glistening lips.

“Sheeiiiik….” She moaned as the young blonde’s finger explored her, feeling another finger slip inside to probe at her walls deliciously. She pressed her mouth against Sheik’s, kissing her hard, tongues dancing passionately. She in turn reached down and put her hand to the young blonde’s slick cleft, probing a finger inside. The blonde moaned delightfully into their kiss, her body quivering with need.

Malon took her mouth from Sheik’s, using her lips to make a trail of hot, wet kisses down the blonde’s body. Sheik squirmed in pleasure, loving every sensation as Malon nipped and kissed and licked at her taught, sensitive flesh. Malon used her tongue to trace a circle around Sheik’s navel, making her gasp and shake.

“Ooooooooohh…”Sheik sighed as Malon kissed a trail lower and lower. Her entire body was new to such pleasures, not knowing such feelings could exist. Her every nerve end felt alive with excitement.

Malon made her way all the way down between Sheik’s legs, teasing experimentally at the blonde’s cleft with her tongue.

“AAAH!” Sheik cried out and buried her hands in Malon’s passionate red locks as the farm girl began to lick at her sex, her tongue dancing in and around her virgin folds. She brought one of her hands back to herself and teased at her own breasts, groping and pinching lightly.

Sheik quivered in delight as the heat in her center began to grow. Malon darted and danced her nimble tongue in and out of Sheik, lapping enthusiastically at her juices. The farm girl’s hand was between her own legs, stroking and probing fervently at her wet crevice. She matched her pace with Sheik’s moans, gradually quickening as the blonde came closer to the edge, the burning knot within her glowing red hot.

Sheik arched her back as she began to climax, tossing her head back and crying out loud. Malon kept her tongue going through the entire length of it, lapping up all of the blonde’s juices. Her fingers sliding in and out of her cove wildly, feeling herself on the edge, as well.

Sheik, still reeling in orgasm, turned Malon around and over so that her head was between the farm girl’s knees. Malon removed her hand and moaned as Sheik began to lick at her. Her tongue moved quickly, unpracticed but enthusiastic. She pressed in deep and Malon gasped. She felt herself teetering on the edge of climax. As Sheik lapped at Malon’s center, she carefully slipped one of her fingers inside, pressing at the redhead’s most sensitive spot.

Malon covered her mouth to muffle a shout as she came, her hips bucking against Sheik’s mouth as the blonde continued to slide her tongue and finger in and out. Then Malon’s body relaxed, and Sheik pulled away from Malon’s crevice.

There lips met again as they held each other, their mouth’s tasting of each other’s feminine passion. They lay down on the bed with their heads touched together, holding each other’s sensitive bodies in their arms.

Minutes later they were asleep. The lamp burned out and the room went dark casting a shadow over the truth of their deed, over the painful longing and desire that they had attempted to stave off for each other. Sheik’s for the young Hero, Malon’s for her ever elusive knight in shining armor. In time, their longing would be sated, their needs truly fulfilled. For the moment, they slept, enjoying the feeling of being held in someone’s arms.

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Hyrule field was dark, the moon shining dimly overhead. A dark figure on horseback rode hard across the plains. His red eyes gleamed with rage. He was closing in on the trail of the hero. Soon, he would exact his revenge, and fulfill his purpose.

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Notes:
*Two Chapters in one day!!! Now I better get some more reviews, if not for the story, then just for plain work ethic
*I feel like some ppl perhaps won't like the yuri, although I can't imagine why. It's nothing I squeezed in there, it just came out that way.
*F/F is the absolute best : ) I hope mine came out alright. Please let me know. Until pt.III, I guess...