Dance on Fire, As it Intends

Zelda kink meme request. Even if the thing is pretty solidly dead, this one was too good for me not to try. Title is from When The Music's Over by The Doors.

Dance On Fire, As it Intends
(Link/Din)

The heavy scent of fire and meat rose above the clearing, wafting through the air. Music rang through, upbeat, festive, jovial,. The performance troupe's stop had brought my visitors; both human and animal, to observe. The meat was good, the ale was hearty, and the music was a pleasure, but the real attraction was the renowned Din. Her slender body moved gracefully in time with the music, the gold bangles around her wrists mesmerizing the crowd with their continuous motion. She moved like a goddess that night, as she did every night.

Her natural beauty and fiery attitude ensnared many men, but that night, for the first night in a long while, one actually caught her eye as well. He was a strange one, wearing a green tunic and hat, brandishing a sword, and not saying all too many words. He stood out as Hylian, but it wasn't his foreign presence that intrigued her. He carried with him a mark on his hand and the accompanying aura to tell him who he really was; holder of the triforce of courage. He was stoic, a man of few words, but a man nonetheless. She watched as he was wholly enthralled by her grace, her almost fluid motions. She would have the mysterious warrior that night.

The music continued, almost as if there were no way to end, as slowly the crowd began to wane. Villagers returned to their homes, animals ran off to their slumber, but the performers went on, as if they existed only to play. The food kept coming, and some of the hangers-on got a little rowdy with too much ale and had to be taken back to town, but all in all it remained a compelling show.

Din amazed those who remained with her energy. Save for a few short breaks, with almost superhuman endurance her lithe form continued to sway, enchanting what crowd stayed deep into the night. She kept her eyes focused on Link, who certainly took notice of her attention and returned it with a smile. Tonight would certainly be fun for her.

Slowly, she worked her way over to him as her dance continued. Because of how sparsely circled around her the thin crowd was, everyone knew precisely what she was doing. Her body's motions were simply stunning, almost unbelievable in their grace and flexibility. Finally, she came to Link, and the Hylian got to see up close the true allure of the famous dancer.

Up close, her body was even more beautiful; long and willowy, small breasts straining against the very tight fabric, legs that seemed to just go on,and an ass that mortal words could not do justice. An intoxicating scent, one Link couldn't entirely call perfume, lay about her, making him long to pull her close and take her where he sat. Her sharp features grew more amused as she drew closer, eased up as her dancing threw itself into a frantic state, the music changing accordingly. Her body began to shake as her normal movements continued. Seemingly, she was thrown by the mere change in music to the throes of orgasmic bliss, her movements changing from sensual to full-on sexual. Her frantic, erotic thrusts in Link's direction made him, who had faced far greatest troubles with stern determination, blush considerably.

The music continued to build, her motions even more wild, as musical ecstasy welled up inside her, her very essence screaming for release as she lost control of her body. Only she could move with such frantic abandon but still seem controlled and precise, her underlying grace making it a performance rather than wild flailing.

Link wasn't even sure how it happened; when musical climax ended, Din was in his lap, her lips lightly pressed to his, her sweaty form tight against him. It was short-lived, and he only actually understood what was going on as she pulled away.

"Alright, shows over. Thanks for coming by, everyone. We'll be here a few more days."
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"So glad you decided to stay the night," Din smiled as Link's hands aggressively ran across her body. She was more solid than she seemed; slender as she was, her body was firm, the muscle of a dancer. Not bulky or even visible in her clothing, but certainly toned and solid.

"How could I resist an invitation from a woman as lovely as you?" No matter how fast he could notch an arrow, undoing the crossed lace that kept her dress on couldn't go quickly enough. He hungered for even the sight of her body bared before him in all its beauty.

Night had finally come to the dance troupe, as if they lived a few hours behind the planet. Finally, everyone had retired to sleep, except the warrior, who agreed to stay guard and give everyone in the troupe a good night's sleep in exchange for some rupees, and Din, who took advantage of the seclusion to see her plan through. They gathered near the much smaller campfire than before, the orange glow illuminating their midnight tryst.

She smiled, her lips finding his neck as she began to lightly kiss his throat. Her own hands felt him, and a very different picture emerged. He was a warrior, and his body showed that. It was more toned, more visible, harder muscle. She slipped her small hands under his tunic and worked it over him as finally the strings came undone.

When the tunic was over his head and his vision returned, a shamelessly nude Din stood before him, a thin layer of sweat on her body glowing in the radiant moonlight. She was compact, just as he suspected, but beautiful nonetheless. He pulled her close again, their lips meeting with even more intensity than before as her breasts pressed against his muscled chest.

Her scent again drove him mad. It was surely not perfume, but like nothing natural he had smelled on a woman before. It was entrancing, and he felt himself drunk on the heavy smell as her slid down his body, planting kisses along his chest as she went, before almost tearing his tights off of him.

She had no time for games, no want for slow, passionate kisses and all the hooey that went with it. She wanted him to ravish her right there, wanting him to take her and make her his, and by the Goddesses she was going to accomplish that.

Her eyes marvelled his equipment. Long, thick, and hard...he would do nicely. She turned away from him, stretching out her lithe body as she offered herself to him. "Take me, Link."

How could he say no? He dropped to his knees as she raised her sopping wet, tight pussy to him and he accepted her offer with enthusiasm. His cock slid into her slowly, the dancer drawing a sharp breath as his thick length invaded her slick tunnel. His hands found their way to her hips as, from this close to the ground, the radiance of the fire washed much more warmth over them, his hands shielding her hips from the heat.

Slowly at first he moved, enjoying her tight pussy with care, not wanting to hurt her. She was clearly accustomed to smaller, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Still, he gradually built up some speed as he went, with each faster thrust bringing just a little more into her.

Din pressed her hands deep into the ground as her head hung back, raised to the sky, as the mere fullness he gave her could have been ecstasy. She looked up at the stars, gazing into the vast depths of the sky to help clear her mind and allow the pleasure to further take her. Soon, he buried himself to the hilt in her, and her soft whimpers and breaths turned into cries of pleasure.

Tighter, he gripped her curved hips as he picked up speed rapidly now. Almost out of control he moved now, overtaken by the carnal pleasure of just being inside her. Like her body, her vagina was incredibly tight, providing him a close-fitting, soaking wet vice to do as he would with.

And as if the physical sensations wouldn't suffice, he had a feast for his eyes as well; her willowy body laid out before her, her gorgeous ass just below his nose, and oh, how me marvelled that wonder of the world. It was unlike the rest of her body, not nearly as compact, and quite round. His hand slid back from her hip to take it into his hand, knead the flesh as he pounded her ever mercilessly.

Din's eyes had closed as she took it all in, letting the warrior ravish her as per her request. Her body had sunk down since then, resting on the ground warmed by the campfire as her eyes beheld the dancing, flickering flames. She began, subconsciously, to press back against him in time with his thrusts. She almost felt as though the music were there again; she integrated sex into her motions so much that it was impossible now to separate them, especially with the pleasure building. Subconsciously, her body reacted to her sounds, his sounds, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the squish of his cock entering and leaving her very wet pussy, the cackling of the flame around them.

She took it all, and her dance truly began. Her head rotated as her body gave in to the intuitive motions, only Link's firm grip keeping her on the ground as she writhed sensuously before him, a private performance from the great dancer for his eyes only.

He responded by moving even faster, and her body reacted to the strange song of lust and love their sex created. It lacked real instruments and the thought of composition, but nonetheless the sounds formed a cohesive pattern, and the tempo rose rather consistently, guiding her as she danced on his cock, the musical crescendo building between them.

Then, just as before, the climactic moment of the song left Din still, her body's grace stopped on a dime as her form, frozen, almost like a statue, remained stiff as possible. At least on the outside. Her pussy clenched down even tighter on Link, and he could take it any more. He pulled out of her, wanting to avoid anything unfortunate to develop after he had left, her juices running down his leg as her orgasm rendered her stiff. Strange, considering every other woman he met.

It didn't matter, though, as his dick erupted. It had been a while, and all his backed up semen sprayed onto her sweet ass cheeks and her lower back as slowly feeling returned to the dancer. She let out a single sigh as her body feel flat, her knees giving out as the last drops of his seed landed on her calf. It was done.

Din had nothing to say. There was nothing to say. The Hylian intrigued her, and he provided a good fuck. Even if she was still and silent throughout her orgasm, which was normal, it was still incredible. She only wished he could have stayed.