Stirrings

DISCLAIMER: I don't won Legend of Zelda, Link, or the wonderful Zelda :( And I don't make any money. Such it life.

The sun was dying in the sky over Lake Hylia as Link leaned back on his elbows, grinning as the woman next to him doubled over in laughed, her arms holding her waist as her cheeks turned a pretty flushed pink.

Zelda’s eyes were shut tight as she laughed, and when she finally began to calm herself, she peered up through thick lashes and her pale blonde hair, which was free and falling into her face. She watched Link for a moment as his eyes traveled from her to the scene in front of him, and turned, sitting up straighter to look at the sunset, her lips still curved into a big smile.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” she said, reaching a hand down and sinking it into the grass she sat on. Her white skirts were fanned out around her legs, slanted off to one side of her body, and in the light you should see the grass through the longer, sheer layers that covered her calves.

“Yeah,” Link replied, looking over at her. The sun cast a pinkish orange glow along her skin, the colors getting lost in the deep blue of her velvet corset top. His heart sped up a little, and for a moment he lost his breath. It shouldn’t shock him, all the ways he could react to seeing the Princess, the way his heart and lungs would falter, as it happened it seemed every time he was with her. But yet he was still shocked at the ache that was building in his chest slowly.

If the sun was setting, he’d be losing her soon. They’d mount their horses and ride back to the castle, where she’d retire to her rooms, to her royal life. And he’d return to his home within the woods, a small cabin hidden by the trees, near the Kokiri forest but not within its heavenly walls.

And in the morning, she’d be surrounded by royals from kingdoms spanning all over the land, men asking for her hand, begging and bribing her father for a chance to rule his kingdom and his daughter.

The thought made Link sick to his stomach for many reasons. Of course he worried what an outsider might do to Hyrule if they married into the royal family, and somehow managed to subdue Zelda, who was very intent on keeping a firm grip on her family’s rule of the land. Even if the land was typically run be a king, she was set on making sure her husband knew she ran the show, at least in her kingdom.

But mainly, he was worried about her. He had been her friend from the moment he met her, twelve years ago when he snuck into her courtyard. He had become as she said, her closest companion since he had slain Ganondorf two years ago. But once she was married, he wasn’t sure what he would be. How would her husband like Link stealing her away on nights for their outings, to make sure she remembered to live outside the tight confides on the palace walls? How would he like his wife leaning close to Link as they sat under a tree and read for the day, or when she would lose her balance as she spun around in the sun, and Link would catch her tightly in his arms?

How would he like Link going home at night and missing his wife desperately, lusting after her as he tried to will a body not ready for sleep into an almost unpleasant slumber?

Link sighed, looking away from Zelda and back to the sun. He had never felt the stirrings inside him he did around Zelda with any other woman. She brought every fiber of his being to life. He was a hero so he could save her, a friend so he could remain close to her-

A man so he could love her.

“Link?”

He looked over at Zelda when he heard her voice, watched as she looked at him with her light, cyan eyes, her body lit up pink as the last of the sun was disappearing. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling for her, even if he wasn’t. “I’m sorry Princess, I wasn’t listening very well. What were you saying?” He knew she had been talking, faintly he had heard her voice, but his thoughts had engulfed him so much he had been unable to follow.

“Just that I need to return soon,” she whispered, looking rather sad. “As much as I would like to simply not ever go home.”

“Why would you want that, Zelda?” he asked, sitting up properly. He reached out for her, rested his hand over hers in the grass. She looked back towards the lake, staring now at the cool, calm waters.

“I dread tomorrow, Link. You should know how much I loathe the idea of all those strangers showing up and trying to…to slip a ring on my finger and shackles around my wrists.”

She pulled her hand form his and looked back, her eyes almost angry, but not with him, he could see.

“I just don’t know how I can become the Queen I am expected to become and not lose myself.”

Link smiled at her, and only moments of that melted the anger in her eyes.

“The only Queen you’re expected to become is a good Queen. And so long as you don’t change, that will happen. Don’t worry about tomorrow, or about any of the other days that follow. If you can’t bring yourself to control those pig-headed men, then I will in your place, m’lady.”

Zelda grinned, moving to her hands and knees and crawling into Link’s lap, which took very little movement at all. Link blushed as she lay against his chest, one arm draped over his thigh and hip, the other up, hand gripping his shoulder gently.

“You’re too wonderful to me,” she whispered, her eyes half closing as she tried to listen to his heart within his chest. Was it speeding up beneath her? “If I could marry you, I’d have not a problem in the world.”

Link straightened more, went rigid for a moment, and gripped Zelda’s upper arms gently, pushing her back. She looked up at him, shocked, and his eyes were dark, sad like a kicked puppy. Something she hadn’t seen.

“Link?” she asked, confused. He lowered his eyes, forcing a small, sad smile.

“You shouldn’t say such things, m’lady. You could give a man false hope.” Her eyes widened, and when he refused to meet her eyes, to raise his gaze, she reached out and gripped his chin, forcing his eye contact. Deep blue, like the lake behind her engulfed her suddenly, and she was drowning, her own heart pounding in her chest. His eyes were so deep and endless, swallowing her whole, ravishing her almost discretely behind a dark veil.

Zelda leaned in, trying to get closer to those eyes, trying to rip through the veil. She wanted to see everything Link was hiding behind them. She wanted to see the emotions that were clawing at the surface. But she felt his breath hit her lips, and her stomach tightened. Suddenly she was too hot under her skin; suddenly she wanted to suck his breath into her own lungs.

She tilted her head a little, closing the gap, gently pressing her lips to Link’s. His hands went slack around her arms, sliding down them gently as he lost his breath to her. He was unable to move at first, he sat there like a doll as her lips moved slowly, as her touch left his face, found his shoulders. She squeezed them gently, squeezed some life into him, and ever so slowly, he kissed her back.

His arms wrapped around her as she pressed closer to him, his hands resting on the small of her back as he felt her tongue flick almost shyly against his lips. He smiled, almost wanting to chuckle, and he opened his mouth, sucking gently on her lower lip before meeting her tongue with his. As he got his first taste of her mouth, his original shock melted away, quickly being replaced by his not-so-dormant lust.

When she pulled back gently from him, leaning into his hands, he wanted to simply close the gap again and claim her mouth, devour her entirely, but he resisted. Her breath was coming faster, her cheeks flushed, and she stared at him with eyes that expressed everything her words couldn’t.

She wanted him. And finally, he could see it in those pools of sky. He’d wanted her since he could understand what that tightening in his lower belly was, that stirring in his groin. He’d loved her since he’d laid his eyes on her, yes, but the sexual need took longer.

And even if he didn’t see love in her eyes, he could see lust. And if he couldn’t call Zelda his for the rest of his life, a night would do. A night to dream about and die for.

“It doesn’t need to be false,” she whispered, picking up where their conversation had left off, even if for a moment Link’s mind drew a blank, the blood rushing in his body to other “vital” organs. “Not tonight, at least, Link.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her forehead to his. Her eyes were shaky, nervous, and Link offered her a smile, even as he felt her quiver.

“Do you fear I’d deny you, your Highness?” One of his hands stayed firm on the small of her back, while the other traced up her spin, gripping the back of her neck and scalp gently as he leaned back as he leaned back a bit and pulled her in. “Because I would never dream of such a thing…”

He kissed her again, deeply this time; so much so that he took her breath away, made her melt within his hands. He fell back onto the grass while holding her, not even feeling the impact as he memorized the feel of her tongue and teeth, the taste of her mouth. He would never forget.

Nor would she, as she clung to his tunic, balling the green fabric in her hands as the juncture of her thighs ached. She pressed her body to his, wanted to feel his skin and the heat of his blood beneath it against her own, and damned their clothing to every level of the hells.

Gently she nipped at his lower lip, tugged a little, and she heard him groan. Subconsciously he pushed his pelvis p into hers, and she could feel the hardness of his sex through the clothing. She shivered.

She nuzzled Link’s neck, nipping and licking at the skin, feeling his raging pulse against his neck. He gasped, arching a little, his hair tangling in with the soft grass beneath him.

“M’l-lady,” he gasped, her teeth tugging gently on the earring in his left ear, “if you don’t slow down, I might just ravish you in seconds…”

This time Zelda shivered as she whispered, “Is that not what I want, hero?”

Link’s eyes darkened impossibly then, and he gripped her arms. In one swift movement he rolled them over and straddled her hips, leaning down and kissing along her collar bone, her neck, before back down to her shoulder. He bit gently, teasingly, making her squirm. She reached between them and fumbled with her corset, with the simple ties in the front. But in her state of shocked arousal, she was unable to even get one opened.

Link straightened back up and chuckled. He reached down, swiftly untying them and pulling the corset open. Zelda’s breasts bounced slightly when freed, and she arched up as the night air settled around them, the slight chill hardening her nipples more so than they already were.

Link just stared for a moment, he couldn’t help it. He’d dreamt of seeing Zelda like this, and yet the real thing was far more mind blowing than anything his imagination could come up with.

He leaned down, kissing a trail down her collar bone and along one breast. She gasped, gripped onto his shoulders when his tongue flicked against her nipple, sending shocks throughout her body. His own hands gripped onto her supple hips, fingers sinking into the fabric and making her wish so badly again that it was gone.

“Link,” she whimpered as he sucked gently, before turning his attention to her other breast. She arched her head back, hair splaying out in the grass as she reached down, her hands clasping over his. He stopped and looked at her with his dark, needy blue eyes, and she trembled. She wanted to tell him to remove her skirts, or to let her do it, but the words died in her throat. And her courage, as well, when she saw those deep eyes.

Something swam within them, something greater than simple lust.

“M’lady?” he asked, voice husky, rough. It made Zelda melt. She tugged gently on her skirts, and his eyes lit up, a grin forming on his perfect lips. He tugged gently on her skirts, pulling them down along her legs, following them until they were free from her body. He set them gently in the grass, then lifted Zelda’s leg by the ankle up gently and kissed up its length, mind and body reeling at how soft every inch of her truly was.

When he reached her thighs he ran a hand gently up between them, over her sex, still hidden by her panties, resting it gently against her belly. She trembled at his touch, making a small mewling sound when he grazed the juncture of her thighs.

Link felt her moving, slipping away from him, and he pulled his hands back, watching as she got onto her knees, her hands resting on her pale thighs, hair falling over her shoulders, strands streaming along her breasts.

“Is it fair to leave me so undressed while you are still fully clothed, hero?” she asked, her eyes playful. Link smiled and leaned back, lifting his head a bit and looking at her equally playfully.

“If your highness wishes my clothes, they are yours.” She grinned, crawling between his legs and kneeling, her fingers playing with the tie of his tunic. She loosened it; her fingers tracing the skin exposed, and reached down, fingers opening his belt so it fell away from his body. Link’s playful smirk didn’t falter, even as he lifted the tunic over his head and tossed it to the side, leaving him in just his boots and a pair of thin white leggings.

Zelda’s breath nearly stopped as she finally had the chance to take in even half of his naked frame. His chest and stomach were hard, lined with lean muscle, smooth to the touch. She ran her hands along his torso, feeling the golden tanned skin, while nuzzling his neck, his hair, nipping at his ear. His fingers traced her naked spine, simply enjoying the teasing touches he would get when her breasts grazed his skin.

His arms wrapped tightly around her and held her close, resting his head against her shoulder, kissing it gently. Zelda stopped her teasing and knelt there, her own arms encircling his chest. For a moment neither spoke nor moved, and Zelda feared that Link may be second guessing himself, yet she enjoyed his embrace, especially now that she could feel his skin against her own.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered softly and suddenly, looking past her into the dark of night that had settled around them. She blushed, he could feel her body warming up, and he leaned back, looking up at her. “Whatever happens to you, Zelda, don’t ever let any of those men tomorrow tell you otherwise, now or in the future.” He reached up, brushing his fingers along her cheek, and she looked away, her heart thudding painfully within her ribs.

“I won’t,” she whispered, reaching up and pressing her hand over his as it rested against her cheek. “I’ll be less likely to forget if you keep telling me though, my hero.” Their fingers laced, and Link smiled, leaning up and pulling her down for a kiss. The collapsed back to the grass, Zelda atop Link, kissing leisurely, despite the burning within their bodies. Link’s hands roamed along the curves of her hips and waist, the deep blue lace that covered her butt. She whimpered against his lips, and then they were rolled over, Zelda on her back, and Link was kissing her breasts again, and her stomach.

His tongue teased her navel; dipped into it gently, made her gasp, tilt her head back. Then he was tugging on the lace of her panties with his teeth, cursing the only bit of it that wasn’t lace and sheer, covering her sex, the treasure between her thighs he longed to see.

He sat up, pulling them off her gently and tossing them into the grass, his eyes taking in the smooth skin of her sex, the fact that it was just as smooth as the rest of her skin. He groaned, his cock aching, throbbing within his tights. He leaned back down, his hands slipping between her thighs and spreading them. Zelda propped herself and watched, wide eyed, as Link’s tongue trailed over her clit, down her sex to tease her opening. She gasped, wanting to watch as he licked and kissed her most intimate places, but unable to keep herself up, her body turning to jelly in an instant. She fell back as he sucked gently, his tongue circling her clit and making her cry out and squirm.

Link was barely able to breath as he pleasure Zelda, his blood boiling as if it was on the sun, his body tense and aching, throbbing. She tasted like honey, and he wanted more, wanted to drink every drop of ecstasy she would give him.

She pulled on the grass as he licked her, her breasts being pushed up into the air as she arched, her throat closing on her breaths as she moaned and cried out, whimpered, her breaths coming faster and faster as she neared her peak.

“Link,” she gasped, her own nails running up her stomach and over her breasts. “By the goddesses,” she whispered, her head tipping back as her stomach tightened.

Link smirked, his fingers sinking into her hips as he teased her sensitive bud, feeling her quivering, her breathing racing, voice escalating. She was so close, and he wanted to throw her over, to be the first one to make her cum, and to taste the sweet honey milk of her sex.

Oh, he knew she had been pure, completely so, until this night. As he was too, though he hoped by the end of the night he would not be. I wanted Zelda to have that piece of him.

She cried out suddenly, pushing her hips up and arching almost painfully. Link groaned as her wetness intensified, lapping at it hungrily even as she fell back to the grass and lay, panting. She squirmed under his tongue, and he shuddered when he finally pulled back and crawled over her, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.

She reached up, tangling her hands into his golden hair and tugging, fiercely kissing him back as he growled into her mouth, pressing his pelvis between her thighs and against her sex. She could feel how hard he was, and groaned as she ground her sex into his. He broke the kiss, panting, eyes nearing a velvet blue-black, and Zelda tugged on his hair, making him gasp.

“Show me everything, hero,” she commanded, and Link stood up, kicking his boots off and removing his leggings, letting Zelda watch as inch by inch of his golden skin was revealed. She moaned when his sex sprung free, aching all over again for his touch.

She held a hand out to him and he took it, kneeling down and kissing her palm, her wrist, before pulling her over for another deep kiss. Hands roamed over shoulders, firm chests and soft breasts, winding in blonde hair of different shades.

Link ended up on his back, Zelda laying over him, his length brushing along her thigh. She reached down, sliding off of him and onto the grass as they kissed, and wrapped her fingers around it. Link gasped, breaking the kiss as his lungs burned at the sudden intake of air.

She stroked him gently, Link pushing into her touch, memorizing the feel of her hands. He knew in many, many nights to come his hand would become hers in his mind. She slid down his body until she was lying between his legs, her face close to his sex. She kissed down near the base, and Link was sure he died a little inside, his stomach flipping, her lips were like rose petals.

He wanted to feel her engulf him, swallow him and bring him to his own orgasm, but yet he felt as if he couldn’t ask that of his princess. He sat up, reaching for her and pulling her up to him, holding her against his chest.

“Zelda, you don’t have-“

“I know,” she whispered, looking up at him. “I want to, Link. Let me…let me taste you.” She blushed, her cheeks turning a cute rosy pink, and Link smiled, thinking in that moment she was possibly the cutest he had ever seen her, despite her nudity, and the fact that she was asking the taste the most intimate part of his body.

He blushed a little, saying nothing, and Zelda took his silence as the permission she had never needed. She sprawled out on her stomach, propped up against his leg, and tentatively licked at the head of his cock as she stroked, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. Link’s breath was shaky and unstable, growing faster and faster as she began sucking on the head, slowly taking inch by inch more of him, one of her hands gripping his thigh.

He reached down, stroking her hair as she licked and sucked, trying so hard to keep from pushing into her mouth and hurting her. She felt so wonderful, so warm and perfect, her tongue dancing along the underside of his length, he was sure he could be long gone within moments if he didn’t have such an urge to bury himself somewhere else.

He felt his stomach tightening and he reached down, gently guiding Zelda away, his cheeks flushed from the desire coursing through his body. She looked up at him, her lips glossy, and his cock twitched, almost ready to erupt right then and there.

“If you don’t stop, m’lady….” He trailed off, and her eyes widened a bit, before she blushed. She looked away, and for a moment they stay there like that, unable to make eye contact, unsure how to move on from this.

Finally, Zelda looked back at him, her eyes serious.

“I want you, Link,” she whispered, her hands reaching down and gripping his thighs as she lifted herself up. “I don’t want anyone else, not tonight. If I’m going to give my hand away to another man, I want my body to belong to you.” She reached up, took one of his hands, and laced their fingers together. “You’ve given me my life, Link. I owe you more than this.”

“You owe me nothing,” he whispered, looking at her. She smiled, squeezing his hand.

“I owe you my heart. I fear my body is all I can give, though.”

Link’s heart ached at hearing this. He wanted her heart, her love far more than her body and her sex. He wanted to be her husband, her knight, more than her hero. He wanted to be her world. And he knew it was foolish, and it was impossible, but he wished it none the less.

Link leaned down, kissing her forehead gently, before taking her lips in a kiss, guiding her back down into the soft grass. Her eyes closed, and he closed his, to hide the gloss that covered them at knowing she would never be his.

He knelt between her legs, still bent over kissing her, one of his hands running along her sex, fingers teasing it to make sure she was ready, before he grasped the base of his own sex. He brushed it along her slit; leaning back from the kiss in time to hear her gasp, watch her squirm.

Gently, he pressed the head into her opening, before he gripped her hips and drove inside her, burying most of his sex inside her body. She cried out, a choked sob, and reached up, biting her own knuckle, eyes squeezed shut. Link leaned down, drawing out just slightly of her opening, and braced himself on his hands beside her head. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the corners of her eyes that were wet.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his chest folding in on itself at seeing her hurt. “We’ll stop, Princess-“

“No,” she whispered, opening her glossy eyes and looking up at him. The burn within her hadn’t diminished, though her sex ached painfully now, throbbing around Link’s thick length. “No, Link, please. I don’t want you to stop.” She took a deep breath and purposefully slid closer to Link, bringing his sex in deeper. He groaned, and she gave him a smile. “Just go slow with me, m’lord.”

He shivered at being called her lord and bent down, kissing along her neck as he gently thrust into and out of her, his own mind feeling a little fuzzy at the feeling of her silk body being wrapped around him. When she began to whimper below him, to moan as he’d slid deep inside her, he grew rougher, pushing deeper, arching up to grip her hips and steady them as he moved faster.

Zelda pushed against him as he moved, her legs spread so wide her hips hurt, felt like that might crack at the bone. Still, she tried to get them wider, to give Link room to thrust deeper, to fully lose himself inside her.

He leaned down again, cupping her breasts as he thrust, making her moan and gasp, wishing to make her scream his name. Let everyone know that tonight the Princess was his, dammit.

Zelda’s body already felt like it was one fire, from the inside out, and the outside in, stemming from Link’s cock and his hands, and then his lips as he fiercely kissed her, before arching up again and completely sheathing himself inside her. She cried out, arching her back, her most sensitive spot rubbing against his body as he pulled her against him.

Her body was tingeing pink, and she bit her lower lip, the hot, slick knot in her belly so tight it was about to tear her open. With another thrust Link was buried completely inside her, rubbing up against every bundle of nerves, her clit rubbing against his smooth skin. She arched her back, her body spasming, muscles clenching him tightly and rhythmically as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, his name lacing into the air that felt so heavy around them.

Link lost himself when Zelda came, her muscles milking him dry as he shook with the ferocity of it. Nothing had ever rocked him so deeply before. He gasped, grunted her name, loving how his name sounded on her breath. He hung over her, panting, both bodies slick with sweat, both unwilling to move as their muscles began to turn to jelly.

Finally Link pulled out of her body and watched her shake as a few aftershocks hit her. He smiled and lay down next to her, pulling her into his embrace and stroking her hair. She rested against him, feeling so soft and content, and he closed his eyes, imagining this happening within the castle walls, upon a plush bed, with no shame or secrecy, because she was his wife.

Minutes passed in silence, and when Zelda spoke, it was so softly Link could barely hear her.

“It’s so late, Link.” He looked at her and saw her cyan eyes were sad. He nodded, knowing full well she needed to return. He stood up, pulling her to him, and kissed her, enjoying one last time the feeling of her naked body against his. Then he left her to dress as he did himself, before calling to Epona, who must have been grazing off in the distance.

Zelda had her arms wrapped around Link’s waist, her head resting against his back. She closed her eyes and let the wind rush through her, felt her body humming with pleasure still. She could only hope any night she ever had in the future was even half of what Link had given her.

Link stopped Epona outside the castle, and Zelda slipped off. The guards were not in sight, which was well enough considering Zelda had been expected back hours ago. She was sure Impa had covered for her.

“Good-night,” Zelda said, unsure what else to say. Link leaned down, kissing her cheek gently.

“Good-night, m’lady. And thank you.” He smiled at her, but his eyes were a giveaway. Something inside him was breaking; she could see it, a void in that blue satin. And it made her ribs crack.

“No, thank you, Link,” she whispered, gripping his hand and keeping him down near her. “There will never be another night like this for me, unless it is with you.”

“Again, false hope, Princess,” Link whispered, and Zelda frowned.

“For what?”

“That there will be another night, m’lady. That there will be many nights, that maybe…maybe a lowly man like myself stands a chance with the future of Hyrule.”

He kissed her again, swiftly, then sat up, gripping Epona’s reins tightly. She watched as he rode off, her lips tingling, alive.

She wished he could understand that there was no future without him, and that no matter who she was forced to marry, her heart would forever beat in his chest.