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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Legend_of_Zelda_&_Related_Fandoms, The_Legend_of_Zelda:_Breath_of_the
      Wild
  Relationship:
      Link/Zelda_(Legend_of_Zelda), Zelda/Link
  Character:
      Link_(Legend_of_Zelda), Zelda_(Legend_of_Zelda), Purah_(Legend_of_Zelda)
  Additional Tags:
      Aphrodisiacs, Romance, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sex_Pollen?_Sort_of...,
      Canon_Divergence, Humor, memory_9, silent_princess
  Series:
      Part 2 of Fade_to_Black
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-17 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 18791
****** The Danger of Uncontrolled Field Studies ******
by SpicyChestnut
Summary
     Link knew he should have refused her. It was a FROG for the Gods'
     sake! But she’d given him *those* eyes, so he’d taken a chance and
     given the thing a lick… And look where that had gotten him. It would
     take a miracle to make it through the day with his dignity in tact.
     BoTW ZeLink. Tag to memory #9.
Notes
     Tag to Memory #9, "Silent Princess". An alternate (lemony) take on
     what could have happened if it had been just the right frog and Link
     had given tasting it a go.
***** Experimentation *****
“There’s one!”
She leaned forward, Sheikah slate in hand as she snapped a shot of a small
yellow flower.
“Oh! And another!”
She twisted to the side, snapping two shots of a cluster of purple flowers
that, to him, looked an awful lot like the yellow one.
“The flowers we have in Hyrule aren’t just beautiful… They’re also useful as
ingredients for a variety of things.”
She continued to twist and turn, photographing a group of tiny white daisies,
then a patch of puffy white flowers that looked suspiciously like weeds. She
stilled for a moment, eyes scrunching and smile widening as she considered her
photographs on the slate.
He stopped to consider her. He loved her like this—carefree, happy,
passionately engaged in her studies. So much of the time she was weighed down
by her responsibilities—he felt as though her joyful, radiant smile was nothing
more than a faraway dream.
It had only been recently he’d been treated to the pleasure of her smile. For
months she had been cold and distant, ignoring him when she could and treating
him with thinly-veiled disdain when she was forced to interact. She had even
gone so far as to yell at him once. For the normally kind and polite Princess
to go so far, he’d thought, truly, she must despise him.
And then one day, everything changed. They were traveling through the Gerudo
Canyon Pass on their way to Gerudo Town, and had spent the night in the Gerudo
Canyon Stable. He woke early in the stable the next morning only to find
himself alone, her and her bags gone without a trace. He’d panicked, taking off
in the only direction she could have possibly gone—towards the Kara Kara
Bazaar; and thank the Goddess he’d found her when he had.
She was surrounded by Yiga who were slowly closing in on where she’d fallen to
the ground. He’d acted on instinct, running at full-pelt up the rocky
outcropping she was being coralled against and jumped off, beheading the one
whose blade was on a downward swing towards her neck before landing in front of
her, brandishing his sword.
Things slowly improved between them after that. Once they’d returned to the
castle after their trip to Gerudo Town she pulled him aside and apologized for
her behavior, expressing a desire to be friendly—to get to know one another.
He’d been both relieved and thrilled by her words: relieved, because it made
his job as her guardian all that much easier, and thrilled because, like many
of the young men whom she graced with her company, he’d quickly become ensnared
by her beauty.
It was hard not to. She was stunning, all tight, lithe curves and soft, golden
tresses. In the right light, her green eyes sparkled like luminous stone, and
she moved with grace befitting of a Goddess. And her smile… it was as radiant
as the sun. He lived for her smile.
Despite her icy attitude at the start of his appointment, he’d been attracted
to her even then—though it had been only skin-deep. However, since Kara Kara
Bazaar—since getting to know her, his attraction had grown to somewhat alarming
heights. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was smart, and sweet, and thoughtful,
and brave. She was passionate about learning, and threw her whole self into
every research project. It had only been a few months since the incident with
the Yiga, but he already felt himself falling hard for her.
And that was a problem. As her knight, he needed to stay vigilant—he couldn’t
afford to get distracted by her beaming smile or the way her eyes sparkled in
the sunlight. As the Hylian champion and wielder of the sword that seals the
darkness, he needed to stay focused on his training.
Were the situation different—were she just some noble girl he’d been hired to
guard, he simply would have either given in or quit his post and moved on; but
that was not the type of situation he was in.
Giving in was an explicit no-no: she was the Princess of Hyrule and High
Priestess of Hylia—she was off-limits. Quiting his post was also an explicit
no-no: they were bound together by destiny to protect the Kingdom, and none
other than him could wield the Master Sword. And there would be no getting
space from her to clear his head, or vacation time to pursue… other interests;
he was bound to her constant company by his appointment as her knight.
In the end, no matter how much he might want such a thing, there was no
possibility of a romantic relationship developing between them. Princesses did
not cavort with knights, not even those chosen by destiny.
Suddenly she gasped, lowering the Sheikah slate as she fell to all fours and
crawled slowly across the grass. Shaking loose his troubling thoughts, Link
followed suit, curious as to what had caught her gaze this time and trying hard
to be a gentleman and not stare at her backside as she shuffled forward. She
stopped before a flower that towered over the rest. Long stamens stretched out
from its center surrounded by five broad petals extending outward, sky blue
near the center and fading to white along its edges.
“This one here is called the silent princess. It’s a rare, endangered species.”
She turned to him as he crawled nearer. “Despite our efforts, we can’t get them
to grow domestically yet.”
She turned back to the flower, reaching out a hand as a somber look flitted
across her delicate features. “The silent princess can only thrive out here, in
the wild.” She gazed at it a moment before leaning back on her heels, pulling
her outstretched hand against her heart. Her eyes seemed conflicted. “All that
we can hope… is that the species will be strong enough to prosper, on its own.”
He stopped barely a foot behind her, sitting on his knees as he contemplated
whether or not to say something. He knew she cared deeply for such things, and
seemed almost… upset by the flower’s struggle for survival; there seemed
something more at play, but he didn’t know what. However, before he could think
too deeply on the matter, she lurched forwards past the flower, her voice
regaining its prior excitement.
“Is this what I think it is?! Look at this!”
Reaching forwards, she captured something on the ground between her fingers,
turning swiftly towards him with her hands held before her. Excitement gleamed
in her eyes as she shuffled forward quickly on her knees. He stifled a fond
chuckle at the ridiculous motion.
“I don’t believe it, but I actually caught one!”
Her eyes were bright and she practically bobbed up and down with excitement.
Link found he couldn’t completely suppress his smile.
“This delicacy is known to have very, very potent effects under the proper
circumstances.” Opening her hands and extending them towards him, she grinned.
“Ta-da!” Looking down, she held a green frog with orange feet in her cupped
hands. She scooted closer, in full researcher mode as spoke quickly and with
fervor. He could practically hear the gears turning in her head.
“Research from the castle shows ingesting one of these can actually augment
certain abilities. We wouldn’t be in a controlled environment out here, but
with your level of physical fitness you’d be a perfect candidate for the
study!”
Link blinked. Did she… what? As his brain struggled to process all she had just
said, she continued to eye him excitedly, almost expectantly. Suddenly she
shoved the frog in front of his face, and he leaned back instinctively to avoid
it, gasping out in alarm.
“Go on! Taste it!”
She scooted forward eagerly, oblivious to his aversion to the creature, and
shoved it in front of his face once more. He fell back on his hands as she
stared at him expectantly, the frog merely observing him with large, round,
disinterested eyes. She couldn’t possibly… what did she expect him to do,
swallow it whole?!
When she showed no signs of backing down, Link cleared his throat as calmly as
possible, taking another small scoot back. “Um, Princess, I’m not sure that’s a
very good idea…” He could feel heat rising to his cheeks as she continued to
bore into him with her wide, hopeful eyes.
“I’m quite sure it’s perfectly safe. Please, Link, these are very fast little
creatures, and I’ve never been able to catch one before! Think of what we could
learn!”
Link glanced between the frog’s bored gaze and her large, excitable eyes,
feeling his resistance waning. “Well… what exactly is it supposed to… augment?”
At his reluctant engagement in the subject, she scooted closer, the excited
bobbing beginning once again.
“There haven’t been many studies done as most of our resources have gone
towards guardian research, but what research exists suggests the oily
secretions on its skin may enhance physiological traits such as stamina,
cardiovascular capacity, and strength—a variety of things, really! But there
have never been any human trials…” Once more, she extended the frog towards
him, adding, “Until today!”
Her turquoise irises brimmed with excitement and she practically quivered with
the thrill of latent discovery. Gazing warily into her eyes, Link felt the last
of his resistance dissipate. It seemed… harmless enough. With a sigh, he leaned
forward. “So… what am I supposed to do? Cook it and eat it?” At his inquiry she
vigorously shook her head, “No, no, I wouldn’t want you to overdo it. Just a
lick should do.”
Link quirked a skeptical eyebrow at her, but reached forward to cup her hands
in his and lean in nonetheless. Closing his eyes, he attempted to suppress his
grimace as he pulled her hands towards his mouth and stuck out his tongue,
allowing it to slide across the frog’s slimy back. Quickly releasing her hands
and pulling back, his face scrunched up in disgust as the frog’s stale, slimy,
odors filled his mouth. Forcing his mouth to remain shut, he plugged his nose
and attempted to swallow several times to get the taste out of his mouth. Zelda
laughed, turning and releasing the frog back to the plain and making to stand.
She extended her hand and he took it, rising up beside her. She grinned.
“While we’re here, I’d like a chance to observe the frog’s natural habitat.
There’s a small marsh down the hill I believe this little guy calls
home—perhaps we can learn about what gives it its unique properties!” Link
nodded, following behind her as she headed determinedly north down the slope of
the hill.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Fifteen minutes later, after sharing a quick snack of fresh, crispy apples from
a nearby apple tree, the two of them waded into the marshy pond the frogs
called home. Zelda delicately licked the last of the juice from her fingers as
she turned over her shoulder to glance at him.
“So do you feel anything, yet?”
Rinsing her fingers in the water, she wiped her hands on her pants before
unhooking the Sheikah slate and snapping photos of the plant life growing
within the pond. So far he didn’t feel any different, and thankfully the sour
taste of the mystery frog had been successfully washed down with the sweet
tangy flavor of apple.
“Not yet.”
Zelda straightened, taking one last lingering glance at the Sheikah slate as
she examined her latest photograph before hooking it into her belt. Turning,
she eyed him with vexation, her lips forming a small pout. Link felt a small
flutter in his chest and tried very hard not to stare at her mouth. He was such
a sucker for her pout.
“Well, I suppose that means the substance must have a slower onset,” she mused,
clearly dissatisfied at her lack of results. “I wonder if in turn it has a
longer-lasting effect?” She stared thoughtfully at him, and he felt distinctly
like a specimen under a microscope. Unsure of how to respond, he shrugged.
Her gaze did not turn from him as he expected, however, instead becoming
increasingly curious as she slowly approached, water sloshing at her movements.
She circled him like some strange research-predator, her eyes roving up and
down his figure critically. Though he forced himself still, he felt his body
heat under her pointed gaze. She stopped in front of him, hands resting on her
hips as she eyed him with thoughtful appraisal.
“Well, I don’t see any external changes. Admittedly I thought its effects would
begin to show by now, but perhaps I’m being too hasty.” She took a tentative
step forward. “Would you mind if I examined your mouth? I’m curious if direct
contact with the more sensitive lingual tissue has had any noticeable surface
effect.”
The heat which had manifested earlier under her scrutinizing gaze flared to
life at her words. Lingual tissue… unbidden the image of her tongue darting out
between her teeth flashed through his mind, causing something to stir within
him. Blinking several times, he forced the mental image away, trying his best
to ignore the heat just under his skin.
He nodded his assent, not trusting his voice, and she moved to stand directly
in front of him. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, feeling
distinctly awkward as she gently gripped his chin and tilted his head this way
and that, humming to herself.
Though he’d been relatively unperturbed by her nearness earlier in the day, he
became suddenly acutely aware of just how close she was, and the warmth of her
hand where it gripped his face. Closing his eyes, he could almost bodily feel
her presence barely a foot in front of him. The sensation left his body
tingling and his lungs empty of air, and without thinking his hand reached up
to wrap around her wrist. Her skin felt warm and soft beneath his fingers, and
he could feel her pulse just beneath his thumb, spiking at his touch. It sent a
thrill through him, and the desire to pull her wrist to his lips momentarily
overwhelmed him.
“Link?”
Her concerned voice sounded through the fog of his mind and his eyes suddenly
snapped open. He immediately released her hand, taking a startled step back.
Worried eyes gazed at him, and she reached out a hand for him.
“Link, are you—”
As he took another hasty step back, he felt his food slide on an algae-covered
rock and went tumbling backwards, reaching forward blindly for purchase. His
grasping hand found hers and before he realized what had happened she was
tumbling forward after him. He landed with a splash in the water, head
submerging briefly as she landed on top of him with a startled cry.
He sat quickly upright, gasping for air as she rolled off of him and into the
water at his sudden movement. He raised a hand to his forehead, gazing wide-
eyed into the waters surface and breathing deeply. The sensation was fading—the
shock of the water had helped—but it had unnerved him. Her presence had never
had such an effect on him before, and he felt almost blindsided by it; he was
usually pretty good about keeping his attraction to her, and his overeager
arousal, at bay. Where had this come from?
The Princess rose to her knees, wiping water from her face as she stared at him
with confusion and concern, wading a bit closer as she looked him over. “Link,
are you okay? What happened?”
He didn’t look at her—wasn’t sure he should. Dumbly, he nodded his head,
running his fingers through soggy hair. “I… think I’m okay. Just a bit… dizzy,
for a moment.”
She stood, turning her head to wring the water out of her hair before extending
a hand to him once more. This time, however, he did not accept it, pushing up
on his own hands to stand beside her. He chanced a brief glance at her—like him
she was soaked head to toe, her white blouse now faintly transparent, with
rivulets of water dripping down her cheeks and hanging from her eyelashes. She
looked at him with worry, her brows faintly creased and a small purse to her
lips. He felt a stirring low in his gut and turned from her abruptly, walking
towards their horses with purposeful strides. Goddesses, what had gotten in to
him?
He called over his shoulder without turning around, making for their horses
stationed along the bank.
“The Royal Lab is nearby, let’s head over to dry off. I’m sure there’s a spare
change of clothes or some towels there somewhere, so you can—” he stopped
himself. He’d been about to say ‘get out of your wet clothes’, but the image it
had conjured in his mind sent a flush through him. He quickly changed tact.
“…warm up before nightfall.”
She didn’t answer, but he heard the water slosh as she followed after him.
Goddess help him if he didn’t get this under control by the time they arrived.
***** Onset *****
Chapter Summary
     Link finds the onset to be an awkward and uncomfortable experience.
The sun was nearing the horizon as, fifteen minutes later with their horses
securely stabled outside the royal ancient tech lab, the two of them rooted
through the various rooms for something they could dry off with or change in
to. The lab was blessedly empty; most of the researchers had relocated to the
castle since the recent discovery of the guardians beneath it. Purah, the
director of the lab, had set up a temporary research base in the lower levels
of the castle some weeks ago as she and her team oversaw excavation.
At his suggestion they had split up to search the large building. His…
‘condition’ had improved little over the course of their silent ride south to
the lab. In fact, he suspected it may have gotten worse. His flesh felt
hypersensitive, and the jostling of his saddle—something that had never
bothered him before, caused his groin to ache with a sort of painful pleasure.
It had taken a good deal of effort to refrain from groaning during their ride.
To make matters worse he’d begun to feel unnaturally hot, almost feverish; yet
it didn’t necessarily feel uncomfortable—rather, it was an almost pleasurable
heat, the kind he felt rush through his veins when, late at night in his
quarters, he imagined the Princess’s hands on his erection instead of his own,
groaning and on the cusp of release. Though the sun was still out, the evening
chill was beginning to set in and Link found himself grateful for the cool air
against his soggy clothes.
Zelda had departed to the other side of the building, to search through Purah’s
study, and Link found himself breathing deeply for the first time since their
fall in the pond. Since the incident, he’d been having an increasingly
difficult time focusing when she was near. When she tried to engage him in
conversation during their ride, he’d found his eyes continually drifting down
to her mouth, attention hyper-focused on the movement of her lips, relishing
each time her tongue darted out to wet them. After having to repeat herself
several times, she finally gave up, it becoming clear his mind was elsewhere.
Approaching the nearest desk with careful strides—his cock was half-hard and
sensitive from the ride—he began pulling drawers open at random, finding mostly
papers, pens, notebooks, and the occasional bit or bob of Sheikah technology.
Sighing, he closed them all, turning for a nearby cabinet.
Pulling open the wooden doors, he breathed a sigh of relief; it looked to be a
linen closet. Clean but oil-stained rags were shoved haphazardly on the upper
row of shelves, and towels of various shapes and sizes filled the lower ones,
some neatly folded and others tossed in carelessly. Reaching down to pull out
two body towels, his eyes caught sight of a pile of clothing hastily folded and
placed further back on a narrow shelf in the middle. Pulling them out, he found
they were the traditional garb of Sheikah researchers. He smiled; these would
do nicely. He pulled out both the towels and clothes, grabbing every article of
clothing on the shelf to sort through, then headed for an empty nearby desk.
He stacked the towels in a pile, then spread the clothes on the table top
before him. There were several of the white coats in various sizes and a pair
of men’s trousers. There was one pair of gloves—neither of them would need
those, though—a few waist sashes, and one purple tunic. Lifting up the garment
by the shoulders, Link eyed it up and down, then swallowed hard. It was a
woman’s tunic dress, just Zelda’s size, and it was… short; very short. He
imagined it was meant to be worn with leggings in the style he’d seen many
young Sheikah women wear, but there were no leggings to be had.
“Link, have you found any—oh!”
At the sudden sound of her voice, he whipped around, startled, holding the
garment to him almost guiltily. She stood in the doorway with a curious
expression, and as his eyes connected with her figure, he found himself
suddenly seeing double. Blinking, his vision quickly cleared, except now she
was no longer wearing her wet riding clothes; now she stood in the doorway
wearing nothing but the short purple tunic dress, her hip cocked and offering
come-hither eyes. Her smile was sultry and her hair mussed, cascading over her
bare shoulders. The dress clung tightly to her body, the bottom hem ending just
inches below the tuck of her butt. It left nothing to the imagination.
He felt the air leave his lungs, and his half-hard cock throbbed with renewed
blood flow.
“Link?”
He blinked and the image suddenly dissolved, and she was standing in the
doorway still dressed in her wet riding clothes. He blinked several more times,
feeling his heart galloping in his chest as the imagined image clung to his
mind’s eye, despite his attempts to clear it from his head. At his lack of
response her expression morphed from one of curiosity to one of concern, and
she walked towards him.
“Link, are you sure you’re alright? You look a bit flushed.”
As she neared, he found himself rooted to the spot, eyes wide as he tracked her
movements. He could almost see her in it, sauntering towards him with that
sultry smile rather than the concerned frown she now wore, each step causing
the dress to hike up just a pinch. He gulped audibly, forcibly shutting his
eyes in an attempt to rid himself of the image. It didn’t work—he could only
see her more clearly against the backs of his eyelids.
Her hand came to rest upon his forehead and his heart stuttered in his chest,
her touch burning against his already feverish skin. His eyes flew open to find
her standing before him, worry etched clearly across her features. She bit her
lip—oh Goddess, he wanted to bite that lip—before flipping her hand around and
pressing it to his forehead once more.
“Link, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say something?”
She stepped back, eying him with a frown. Seeming to have made her mind up
about something, she took the tunic dress from his hands, glancing quickly
towards the desk then back to him before making for the pile of clothes.
“I’m glad you found something for us to change into…” She rifled through the
pile, extracting a white coat and draping it over her arm on top of the tunic
dress along with one of the purple sashes. She then frowned, pushing aside the
clothes as though looking for something, before seeming to give up. Snatching
up the men’s trousers, another white coat, and another purple sash, she turned
and held them out for him to take.
“I’m going to the washroom to change, and you should too. If you’re developing
a fever, wet clothes will only make it worse.”
Dumbly, he reached up to grab the proffered items, taking care to avoid
touching her hands. She bit her lip again, and he found himself unable to avoid
staring at her mouth, feeling his groin ache as she worried at the soft, pink
skin.
“Once we get changed and settled, I want to take a look at you. I think you may
be having an adverse reaction to the frog’s secretions.” Seeing her lips move,
he raised his eyes to hers, though her words only half-registered. She looked
extremely worried, and a part of him wanted to reassure her that everything was
okay and he was fine; but he wasn’t really sure he was—and didn’t know if he
trusted himself to speak, anyway. Instead, he nodded.
She gave him one last lingering glance before saying softly, “I’ll be right
back.” She then turned, heading out the door and quickly disappeared around the
corner.
Link slumped against the desk, panting weakly as the pile of clothing fell from
his hands and hit the floor. Goddess, what was wrong with him? He’d had plenty
of urges and fantasies and daydreams before—he was a seventeen year old
male—but never in his life had they felt so… consuming. He’d worked pretty damn
hard over the years to learn to control and mask those urges, especially around
the Princess, and he liked to think he’d achieved at least a modicum of
mastery. So why was he suddenly acting like a twelve year old who’d just
discovered masturbation?
His eyes widened in sudden understanding. The frog. This had to be the frog.
Zelda said she thought he was having an adverse reaction; whatever this was,
that had to be it—it was the only explanation. He almost snorted. ‘Very potent
effects’, she’d said… You could say that again.
However, figuring out the cause did not, unfortunately, give him any answers as
to how to relieve himself of the problem. He couldn’t exactly tell her about
it. What would he say? ‘Whatever was in that frog is making me want to jump
you. Be sure to add that to your research notes.’ No… absolutely not—there was
no way she could know about this. As it was she seemed to think he was sick…
maybe he could use that to his advantage, somehow.
Now that Zelda was out of the room, he felt some—though far from all—of his
tension ease. Taking a deep breath, he forced his ragged breathing to steady,
pushing away from the desk once he felt a little calmer. Stooping carefully, he
picked up the Sheikah clothing and carried them to the corner of the room, away
from the door.
Stopping beside an arm chair, he began to slowly peel off his wet clothing. His
arm guard came off easily, hitting the floor with a soft thunk, as did his
harnesses, belt, and tunic. However once he reached his undershirt and pants,
he found himself struggling with the wet, clingy fabric. His burgeoning
erection was difficult to maneuver around, and each time his hand or the fabric
rubbed against it he felt his cock give a little twitch, a tingling pleasure
traveling up his shaft. Slowly and with difficulty, he managed to remove them,
his underwear following quickly after and landing on the floor with a wet
shlop.
Reaching for the Sheikah trousers he quickly pulled them on, ignoring how the
tight fabric rubbed enticingly against his erection until he managed to pull
them all the way up, tugging on the ties to secure them about his hips. He then
stared down at himself, and frowned. The pants were much more form-fitting than
his tan trousers, and a large bulge was clearly visible, sloping off to the
side towards his hip bone.
His champion’s tunic was long, ending mid-thigh. Aside from being extremely
distracted by his arousal, he hadn’t given it much thought as any evidence of
it had been well hidden. But the Sheikah jacket was short, and there had been
no shirt or tunic he could wear with it. It would be impossible to hide, and it
certainly didn’t seem to want to go away.
Time was running out before Zelda would be back, and his options were extremely
limited. He could put his tunic back on, but then he’d have to explain why he
was wearing a wet shirt when he could be wearing a perfectly fine dry one
instead. He could wrap the sash about his hips instead of his waist, but
again—Zelda would ask why. Could he cover it up with a towel or something? A
blanket? Quickly he grabbed the white jacket, opting to leave the sleeve ties
undone for the sake of expediency, and threw it on. Perhaps there was something
he’d overlooked on the shelves?
Hurrying back to the cabinet, he flung the doors open and began rifling through
its contents. Rags… more towels… more jackets… aha! He reached for the rear of
the shelf, pulling forth a pile of blankets. There were two wool blankets and a
woven cotton throw blanket. He grabbed all three and made for the desk, leaving
the spare wool blanket and cotton throw on its surface. Unfolding the blanket
he’d grabbed for himself, he tossed it about his shoulders as casually as he
could. When he was a kid, the local gossips often wrapped themselves in a
blanket when heading to the market on cold days. It wasn’t so odd… was it? He
hoped Zelda bought it.
Finding himself with time to spare, he tried to relax and ignore the rubbing of
the tight Sheikah fabric against his sensitive head. Closing his eyes and
taking a deep breath, he forced himself to clear his mind and focus on mundane,
un-sexual things.
***** Realization *****
Chapter Summary
     Link and Zelda begin to realize just what they've gotten themselves
     into.
Zelda leaned heavily against the counter in the wash room, staring into her
reflection in the mirror above the basin. She was a bit pink in the face, her
long blond locks still damp and scraggly from their fall in the pond, and her
pupils were oddly large. Admittedly, she did not look great.
Not long after their arrival at the lab she’d begun to feel a little strange.
Her skin felt unusually sensitive, like it sometimes did after she scrubbed too
hard in the bath after a particularly dirty field survey. Except this felt
more… pleasant. Pleasurable, almost. She had been ready to dismiss it as simply
a consequence of being stuck in wet, clinging clothing; that was, until she’d
gone to find Link.
She hadn’t had any luck in her search of Purah’s study, so she’d headed back to
the research office where she and Link had parted. When he’d turned to her, the
look in his eyes had knocked the wind from her lungs. He’d looked… hungry,
almost animalistic—and his hunger had been clearly directed towards her. She’d
felt her whole body flush in response as his gaze swept up and down her body,
and for a moment she’d been too stunned to react. When he continued to simply
stare at her with that piercing gaze, she somehow managed to breathlessly call
his name, and he’d blinked at her; and then the look was… gone, and he simply
stared at her with confusion.
The warmth in her lingered even now; yet she felt she must surely have imagined
the look in his eyes—Link had never looked at her like that before; it was
utterly unlike him.
It had therefore been easy to push away the feelings that had arisen in her as,
not moments after, his face began to flush with the telltale signs of a fever.
She’d hurriedly gone to him and easily confirmed her findings. She’d noted his
slightly unusual behavior on their ride to the lab, and at first she’d thought
it was simply the discomfort of being stuck in soggy clothing distracting his
attention; but his strange behavior had only increased since, and she’d begun
to worry the cause was… well, her fault.
It had to be the frog. The time that had elapsed since he’d licked it was
within the range of time for onset, according to the studies she’d read.
Documentation listed enhancements to stamina, strength, cardiovascular
capacity, and blood flow… Yet instead of exhibiting any of the described
effects, link seemed to be suffering a fever.
She felt horrendously guilty. She had pushed him into this and had assured him
of its safety, despite knowing experiments performed in uncontrolled
environments—especially where potential variables remained unknown—was risky,
and could lead to potentially serious problems. Things hadn’t progressed to
disaster yet, thankfully, but still she worried about what could still come.
More than that, she worried about herself. The lingering warmth she felt could
very well be the beginnings of a fever, and the unusual sensitivity of her skin
a consequence of that. She was supposed to be the control group in this
experiment—the unaffected party, yet somehow she seemed to also be suffering
the same adverse effects as Link. Had she somehow accidentally dosed herself?
What would happen if they both found themselves ill?
Suddenly her eyes widened. She hadn’t washed her hands after holding the frog,
and had licked her fingers after eating an apple immediately after. It hadn’t
even occurred to her that the secretions might cling to her hands—had perhaps
even absorbed through her skin. Din, how could she have been so careless?
She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Regardless, if she was affected and
was developing a fever, she would not be benefited by remaining in cold, wet
clothing. She turned her attention to the Sheikah outfit she’d set on the
counter, gazing at it with a slight frown. It was… extremely provocative.
Without the leggings that usually went with it, it was nothing more than a
glorified mini-dress, the likes of which she’d only ever seen worn by the
working women of Castle Town’s red light district the very, very few times
she’d been forced to pass through it.
And yet… as she picked up the dress and rubbed the material between her
fingers, she couldn’t help but imagine the look on Link’s face when she stepped
back into the room wearing it—imagined the way his eyes might rake up her body
once more, hungry and wanting. She blushed.
She was quite aware of the crush she had developed for him. Ever since he’d
saved her from certain death several months back she’d begun to see him in a
whole new light; began to notice things about him she’d pointedly ignored
before: like how handsome he was, or how his biceps bulged against the fabric
of his undershirt when he swung his sword, or the alluring ferocity of his
stunning blue eyes…
But it was more than mere physical attraction; she’d begun to see his
personality in a new light, too. He was sweet in his own, quiet way—caring and
loyal and dedicated. He never failed to notice all the little things about
her—her favorite meals to eat on the road, the books she gravitated to in the
library, the worries most prevalent on her mind… and whenever he demonstrated
his understanding of those more personal things about her, it always seemed to
make her heart flutter.
But wearing a skimpy dress just to enjoy his attentions? She was the Princess
of Hyrule, for Nayru’s sake! Such… inappropriate behavior was beneath her. And
yet… she glanced again at the purple tunic dress, holding it up before her to
take it in fully. She supposed she didn’t really have any other options… She
was, after all, soaking wet, and the evening chill was starting to set in. They
could still look around a bit more, see if they could track down a pair of
pants or leggings that would fit her… Yes, that’s what they’d do. If she had to
show a little leg until then, so be it.
And if Link did give her a look like the one she secretly hoped he would… she
blushed. Well, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Zelda walked back towards the room feeling nervous, but doing her best to act
normal. The tunic dress was form-fitting, tough not skin tight, and
short—reaching down to her upper thigh. She had reluctantly opted to keep her
damp underwear on, but at least the rest of her was dry. Though her legs were
bare to the cool evening air which had already begun to seep through the old
stonework of the building, she was significantly warmer than she’d been in her
wet riding clothes.
The door to the room was closed, and as she approached it she felt her nerves
reignite in a heady combination of anxiety, excitement, and… dare she admit it
to herself, arousal. The feeling was then immediately followed by shame. She
shouldn’t be excited by this, she should be embarrassed! She stopped with her
fist held before the door, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The
situation was what it was, and she was largely to blame for it anyway. She just
needed to be an adult about it. Opening her eyes, she knocked on the door.
“Come in!”
She opened the door to find Link gathering up something atop one of the desks,
a large blanket draped around his shoulders and hanging down to his mid-thigh.
He turned towards her, keeping his eyes to the ground before stopping in front
of her and extending an arm, chancing only the briefest of glances up at her
face. Another wool blanket hung off his arm, identical to the one around his
shoulders.
“I thought you might be cold.”
She reached for the blanket appreciatively, murmuring her thanks. Though she
was warmer now than she had been, she wasn’t exactly comfortable. With a
flourish she wrapped the blanket around herself, pulling it tightly against her
chest—though for reasons unknown to her she couldn’t resist pulling the blanket
up higher than Link had, allowing it to expose her bare legs. Link quickly
turned from her, walking back to the table as he began to sloppily fold what
remained of their pilfered pile of clothing.
She suppressed a disappointed sigh. He hadn’t looked down at her legs once
since she walked into the room—hell, he’d barely looked at her at all. She
didn’t know why she felt so disappointed, she shouldn’t have expected anything
less of him—he was always a gentleman. She shouldn’t have wanted that kind of
thing in the first place.
As Link finished placing the clothes back in the closet he’d found them in, she
gestured over her shoulder beyond the door. “I thought we could settle into the
library for the night. There’s a fire place in there, so we can hang our
clothes to dry.”
Link didn’t say anything, merely nodded and extended his arm towards the door.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
A fire burned merrily in the hearth of the library’s large fireplace as Zelda
finished hanging her wet clothes from a makeshift clothing line she had built
out of spare twine and two high-backed chairs. Link had avoided her like the
plague since they relocated for the night. He’d quickly started the fire,
complied easily with her instructions for setting up the makeshift clothes
line, then haphazardly hung his tunic, undershirt, and pants—all while avoiding
even glancing at her.
On top of that, he had clung to the wool blanket around his shoulders when
she’d long since deposited hers onto the harp-backed sofa in the center of the
room. With the door closed, the fire he’d built had efficiently heated the
room, and she’d quickly found the thick fabric to be overly warm.
His behavior concerned her. It was out of character, for one, but his
insistence on keeping himself wrapped in the heavy blanket suggested to her
poor body temperature regulation, which would fit with her concern over a
potential fever. Though the literature she’d read regarding the frog’s effects
had never mentioned such symptoms, she supposed each body was a little
different.
Her task finally complete, she turned to where Link was rifling through a
bookshelf, eying him critically. He hadn’t said much in the past ten minutes or
so, and hadn’t voiced any discomforts, but he wasn’t usually one to complain
anyway.
“Link? If you wouldn’t mind sitting on the couch, I’d like to take a look at
you and make sure you’re okay.”
He didn’t turn when he responded, speaking roughly into the book he held in his
hands as he absently flipped a page.
“No need, I’m fine.”
She frowned, placing her hands on her hips as she narrowed her eyes.
“I’d like to determine that for myself.”
He didn’t respond, and though she couldn’t see his face she could see his grip
on the book tighten. Something was clearly off. Why was he so adamant
everything was fine? Stepping around the couch, she came up behind him, placing
a hand on his shoulder and gently turning him.
“Link?”
He turned to face her without resistance, however his eyes were wide and his
face was flushed. He wore no shirt under the Sheikah jacket, and the blanket
around his shoulders parted in such a way as to expose his chest to her
view—toned and muscular, his pale skin peppered pink with a light flush. She
found herself staring, feeling a strange, compelling urge to graze her
fingertips over his skin.
Realizing the train of her thoughts, she tore her gaze from his chest, forcibly
lifting her eyes to his face and feeling her cheeks heat with a blush as her
heart beat increased. He met her gaze apprehensively, gulping visibly, but he
did not turn from her. Forcing her mind to focus on the task at hand, she
nodded towards the couch somewhat dazedly, gently pulling him toward it. He
followed without complaint, his eyes never leaving her.
He settled on the edge of the couch cushion, blanket still draped around his
shoulders as she pulled a foot stool up before him, mindful of how her dress
would hike up when she bent forward. Taking a seat with delicately crossed
legs, she inched forward nearer to where he sat, tense and rigid.
His bare chest was eye level, and she felt her cheeks burn as her eyes
repeatedly wandered to the smooth expanse of skin, pectorals defined in the
shadowy light cast by the flickering firelight, the top of his toned abdominals
just visible before the close of his jacket… no, focus! Clearing her throat,
she forced her eyes up to his, fighting the urge to glance back down as she
extended her palm upright between them.
“Let’s start with your vitals. Wrist, please.”
Link stared at her, eyes intense, before slowly, hesitantly, pulling a hand out
of his lap and offering it to her wordlessly. She wrapped her fingers around
his wrist and pulled it towards her, adjusting her forefinger to rest against
his pulse. She glanced away towards the clock on the far wall, counting his
heartbeat as it thrummed beneath her fingertips. One… two… three…
His pulse began to increase before the clock had even reached twenty seconds,
and Zelda found herself strangely soothed by its rhythm. She slowly closed her
eyes, focusing on the sensation of his heartbeat beneath her hand, the warmth
of his skin, the tensing of his tendons as he clenched his fingers into a fist…
She could feel heat rising to her cheeks, bathing her whole face in warmth as
her own heartbeat increased in time with his. The sound of his heavy breaths
floated up to her ears, and the ragged cadence stirred something within her.
Suddenly her eyes popped open and awareness of her situation and surrounding
came rushing back to her. With a startled, silent gasp, she took notice of
where she had slowly dragged his hand—just inches from her chest. She blanched,
grateful his eyes were shut tight, and gently placed his hand back in his lap.
She cleared her throat, trying to organize her suddenly muddled thoughts. “I,
um, couldn’t seem to get a very good reading there. Would you mind if I tried
the vein on your neck?” Inwardly she screamed. She had felt his pulse just fine
in his wrist—what was she doing?!
At her words his eyes popped open, looking vaguely panicked as he stared at
her. Despite the voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to be sensible,
she did not halt her actions. Without waiting for a response, she got up from
her stool and sat beside him, this time ignoring—even relishing—the way her
skirt rose up the back of her thighs at the movement. Angling her body towards
his, she reached a hand up to just below his jaw, placing two fingers against
his skin.
He tensed, closing his eyes tightly once more and holding perfectly still. She
could feel his pulse thrumming against her fingertips, fast and hard, as though
he’d just come in from a jog. His skin beneath her fingers was warm, and she
could feel heat radiating off of him in waves. Yet despite these worrying
signs, she couldn’t pull her mind from the feel of her fingers against his
neck, and her increasingly urgent desire to feel more of him. Forgetting her
original purpose, she splayed her fingers against his skin, relishing in his
warmth and the thrum of his pulse.
At her movement his head turned sharply towards hers, eyes gazing at her with
laser-like intensity. She felt suddenly breathless, pinned beneath his gaze as
though his hands held her in place rather than his eyes. One of his hands left
his lap, finding purchase on her bare knee.
Though she knew, in some corner of the back of her mind, that this was
extremely inappropriate, she couldn’t bring herself to care. A strange sort of
haze had descended over her mind, relaxing her, exciting her, sending her cares
and worries far, far away. Instead of chastising him for his touch, a thrill
coursed through her, her skin tingling beneath his hand in anticipation.
Her fingers wrapped more firmly around his neck and she felt his hand begin to
slide slowly, teasingly, up her leg. Her breath hitched in her throat. His eyes
on her were intense, penetrating… burning. Her heart beat heavily against her
ribcage as his gaze traveled slowly south, lingering on her heaving chest
before settling between her legs, to where her short skirt just barely covered
her womanhood. His hand had reached the hem of her dress and he stopped,
returning his hungry gaze to her.
She hadn’t moved. A wave of emotions were washing over her, the foremost though
in her mind an intense desire for him to keep going, for his hand to travel all
the way up, to part her underwear and do the things she would do late at night,
in the privacy of her bedroom under her sheets.
Her eyes fluttered shut as her mind pictured it—him sliding his fingers between
her folds, using her own moisture to lubricate his hand as he rubbed her clit
slowly, teasingly, sending heat to her core and waves of pleasure crashing
through her body. She suddenly felt the trickle of moisture pooling between her
legs, and her eyes fluttered back open, meeting his gaze with half-lidded eyes.
Link had moved closer, his face hovering just before hers, breathing heavily.
His hand had not moved, despite her aching desire for it to do so. His eyes
were smoldering as he gazed at her—into her, voice hoarse as he spoke a single,
breathless word.
“Zelda…”
She couldn’t take it. Leaning into him she captured his lips, lifting her free
hand to slide into his jacket and stroke the hard muscle of his chest that
she’d been so greedily eying. With a guttural groan he met her kiss, pushing
her forcefully down against the couch and sliding his hand up her hip as he did
so, pulling her dress up with it. With demanding insistence he pushed his
tongue hard against her lips. Heart thundering, she opened her mouth to him
tentatively and he took quick advantage, sliding his tongue against her own and
exploring every inch of her. She felt… exhilarated. She’d never kissed anyone
before, let alone like this… she didn’t know one could kiss this way, but it
was… thrilling; It sent heat straight to her core, tingling with arousal.
He settled quickly with a leg on either side of her, using one hand to place
both her wrists above her head and using the other to untie the sash at her
waist, allowing the Sheikah jacket to fall open. His hand was back on her
thigh, continuing its tortuous journey upward, toward her center. She squirmed,
eager for the contact, pulling her lips from his long enough to breathlessly
whisper against his lips, “Link… please…”
Then, suddenly, his warmth was gone—her wrists freed of his hands and his
weight absent atop her. She blinked up at the ceiling, confusion washing over
her along with a wave of cool air. Sitting slowly upright, she found Link
standing several feet away pressed against the table, breathing hard and
staring at her with wide-eyes, the hunger in them ever-present.
Seeing his shock, everything that had just happened—that they had just done,
washed over her and she pulled her hand against her mouth as a strangled cry
escaped her. A violent blush rose to her cheeks as she stared at him with wide-
eyes, attempting to process what on Hylia’s green earth had just happened.
Unbidden, the memory of his eager hand sliding up her thigh passed through her
mind and she let out a breath, briefly shutting her eyes. What HAD just
happened? She had a crush on him, sure, and maybe—maybe—she’d fantasized about
him once or twice… but what in the Goddess’ name had possessed her to do what
she had just done? It was like she was under some spell or mystery sex drug…
Mystery sex drug. Holy mother of Din—the frog!
And Link… He had gotten a much, much larger dose. She glanced to her knight,
eying him up and down, noting his flushed skin and trembling figure, her eyes
immediately catching on something the blanket draped around his shoulders had
hidden until now. If possible, her blush darkened by several shades. His
erection shone prominently against his hip, outlined starkly by the tight
Sheikah fabric. That must have been why he had clung so desperately to the
damned thing even when the room had warmed from the fire. Did that mean he had
already figured it out? That the frog…
She stood shakily from the couch, self-consciously pulling her dress down from
where it had ridden up and pulling the jacket closed around her, leaving the
sash abandoned on the floor. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke.
“I’ve been feeling… strange, ever since we arrived here. I thought maybe it was
just… being stuck in wet clothes for so long. But then you…” her eyes darted
back down to his prominent erection once more. Gods, it was big… then quickly,
guiltily, she returned her gaze back to his face.
“I thought the frog had made you sick—that maybe I’d gotten sick too, but… its
not that…”
A dark blush covered his cheeks, but he did not turn from her. Mutely, he shook
his head. She swallowed hard
“It’s… an aphrodisiac of some sort, isn’t it?”
He nodded, pressing himself further into the table and gripping the wooden
surface tightly. She let out a breath. It all made sense. ‘Increased stamina
and strength… Increased blood flow and cardiovascular capacity…’ how had she
missed this?! It had all been right there, she just hadn’t put the pieces
together.
But… what now? They had both been dosed with a little known and less understood
aphrodisiac, out in the wild in an uncontrolled field study, and it had already
begun to take effect in both of them. She could feel the urges of her body
growing… the fire of arousal his kiss had stoked would not be easily put out.
If she allowed herself to think on it for too long, she felt she could get lost
in the memory of his lips on hers… his hands gliding along her skin, his weight
atop her… Gods, she felt wanton.
Though she knew how she should behave—how she was expected to behave, the
longer she stood there, body shivering with the memory of his touch, she just…
couldn’t bring herself to care.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, realizing her hand had been traveling up her
stomach towards her beast as her thoughts roamed. Glancing to Link, she caught
him gazing at her hand intently, hungrily—and quickly lowered it to her side.
Add loss of control to the list, as well.
It was already dark, and she felt in no fit shape to travel. Every time she
looked at him all she could think of were the feelings his hands and his lips
had engendered within her, and a craving the likes of which she’d never felt
rose within her, making her heart pound in her chest and the apex of her thighs
pool with moisture. One look at Link suggested he was hardly faring better.
Taking a deep breath she shut her eyes, trying—and failing—to force her mind
clear. Gods, what were they to do?
***** Surrender *****
Chapter Summary
     NSFW content ahead!
Link stared at her hard from across the room. Just hearing the word
‘aphrodisiac’ fall from her luscious lips made him want to possess her mouth
all over again. He shut his eyes at the memory of her body, warm and pliant
beneath his own, struggling to keep himself from running back to her.
Gods, he’d never felt anything like this. His dick throbbed painfully, and his
balls ached. His skin was burning, tingling with sensitivity, and every place
the loose Sheikah jacket rubbed against him only added to his already
unbearable level of arousal.
Most concerning of all, though, was his steadily lessening resolve to refrain
from acting on his urges. What was the harm? She wanted it too… her breathy
voice whispering his name, pleading, filled his thoughts, caused his cock to
twitch…
NO. Wrenching his eyes open to stare hard at the cold stone floor, he tightened
his grip on the table edge. She was the Goddess-damned Princess of Hyrule. He
was tasked with protecting her, even if that meant from himself. This was
wrong—so wrong. It was all the drug talking, nothing more. This desire between
them was entirely false—merely chemically induced.
But… was it really? A voice in the back of his mind whispered to the contrary,
made him doubt his own assessment. How many times in recent months had she
leaned in excitedly to share some new discovery with him and he’d gotten lost
in her eyes and felt the nearly irresistible pull to lean in and capture her
sweet, pink lips? How many times had he lain awake at night after a long day in
court and dreamt of peeling her out of her intricate gown to the sounds of her
pleading as he stroked himself to his completion? He had to face it: whatever
attraction, whatever desire he was feeling now—however heightened, did not come
from nowhere.
But… was there any substance to the attraction she was displaying towards him,
now? For her, was it all just the damned frog—or was it more?
He didn’t know what to do. The more time passed the less he trusted himself to
be around her. He just… didn’t want to fight it any longer—wasn’t confident he
could. Sure he could maybe find another room in which to ease some of his
suffering on his own, but… he wanted HER. He wanted her hands, her lips, her
wet heat to quench this insatiable thirst. Especially now that he’d had a
taste, the prospect of anything less than her perfection just felt…
insignificant—insufficient, by comparison.
He risked a glance up at her to see her staring at him with just as much
intensity as he had her, moments ago. Her eyes burned into his, though her gaze
seemed faraway as her hand traveled slowly up her thigh, up her hip and towards
her breast.
Dear Gods…
He couldn’t suppress a groan, shutting his eyes to ward off the image.
Unfortunately it only replayed itself endlessly against the backs of his
eyelids.
“Link?”
Her voice was barely a whisper, breathless with obvious arousal. Taking a deep,
steadying breath, he opened his eyes to meet hers. She seemed to have regained
herself somewhat, confusion dominating her eyes where desire had only moments
ago.
“I… it’s getting worse. I don’t—I don’t know what to do…”
She shut her eyes briefly as a tremor passed through her and Link felt his
heart go out to her, all too familiar with the sensation by now.
‘You could ease her suffering…’ said a traitorous voice in his head, ‘You could
ease both your suffering…’ Link gulped, trailing a shaking hand down his face.
Oh how he wanted to… Gods she was right, it was getting worse.
She opened her eyes, a flush and fresh determination coloring her features as
she took a tentative step forward.
“I… I know I shouldn’t ask this of you, and I’m not entirely sure we won’t both
regret it later, but… I can’t…” she took a rattling breath, and another step
closer. “I can barely think straight, I just keep remembering…” She brought one
hand to her mouth, her fingers grazing her lips as her eyes fluttered shut.
Link’s heart stuttered in his chest and he felt the air leave his lungs. She
couldn’t possibly… No, she couldn’t be thinking… could she? His fingers dug
into the wood of the table behind him as salacious images flashed through his
mind.
“Princess…” his voice was strained, and he forced himself to use her title,
despite the desire to purr her name. “Please don’t ask that of me. I… I never
should have… I can’t…” he took a rattling breath, pulling desperately on the
last threads of self-control which remained to utter a final warning. “I’m not
sure how much control I have left…”
His breathing was becoming labored with the effort of keeping himself
restrained. He needed to get away from her, to find a nice quiet corner like
he’d thought earlier and… relieve himself of his urges—however long that took.
His eyes darted to the closed door, and as he prepared to make a break from the
room, her quiet, almost timid voice pierced his rare moment of focus.
“I… even now, under these circumstances… Am I so repulsive to you?”
His eyes tore from the door and he stared at her wide-eyed. She couldn’t really
think… Did she truly not know? She was so beautiful, so… alluring, enticing…
She was irresistible in that damned short Sheikah dress, all long legs and
milky skin, tousled hair and perfect pink lips…
As soon as his mind began to travel down that path he felt his earlier resolve
to put space between them evaporate. His feet moved towards her of their own
accord, and in but a moment he found himself standing before her with only the
barest hint of restraint, eyes gazing down hungrily at her vulnerable, wanton
eyes.
He couldn’t fight this anymore—he’d tried. His whole body was on fire, aching
with the need for release. Consequences and circumstances be damned, he wanted
her and her alone—and he wanted her so badly. Her sea-green irises sparkled in
the flickering firelight, vulnerable but hopeful, begging him for…
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she bit the soft flesh of her
lower lip, never breaking his gaze. It was then that he felt the last of his
control snap.
His hand reached out, fisting her hair and pulling her face inches from his.
She let out a small gasp, but didn’t fight his grip—rather, she seemed to melt
into him.
“Far, far from it,” he rasped, before lowering his lips to hers and claiming
her once more.
A fire erupted within him as she gave into his kiss eagerly, releasing a
breathy sigh as his lips worked against hers, warm and wet. She quickly opened
for him, and he delved once more into the recesses of her mouth, tasting the
sweetness of the apple they’d eaten for lunch lingering on her tongue.
His free hand wrapped around her waist, gripping her possessively before
pulling her flush against him. She let out a small breathless gasp at the
motion, and the moment their bodies met he felt any lingering reservations and
any lingering restraint dissipate like smoke on the wind. All that existed was
the two of them, their bodies and their wants, the intoxicating smell of her
skin and the dizzying sensation of her—warm and wanting—under his hands.
She kissed him with an almost sweet naïveté, but her desire—her hunger—more
than made up for her inexperience. It quickly grew more urgent and he met her
fervor in a delicious clashing of tongues and teeth, slowly sliding his hand
down her torso to her waist before grabbing at her dress and hiking up the
material, revealing her still-damp underwear. Her breath caught, and he pulled
back to gaze at her with satisfaction. Her eyes were closed, chest heaving with
her breathing, erect nipples pushing against the fabric of her dress. She clung
to him desperately, the shoulder of her Sheikah jacket hanging limply down one
arm.
With a powerful yank he divested her of her jacket, startling her eyes open as
he did the same with his own. He quickly pulled her back to him, wrapping his
fingers in her hair and pulling her neck to the side as he sucked and kissed
and licked just below her ear along the top seam of her high-necked dress.
Pulling their hips flush he rocked against her, letting her feel his aching
erection as he enjoyed the pressure of her hips. She let her head fall back in
a gasping moan, and the sound of it sent a thrill through him, increasing his
sense of urgency.
With an arm wrapped securely around her waist he leaned her back, kicking out
her legs and kneeling in one swift motion as he lowered her weight to the
floor. Her eyes widened and she released a muffled ‘Ooh!’ but had little
opportunity to object further before he had settled on the floor with her, his
legs between hers and his lips once more insistent upon her own.
It felt as though floodgates had opened within him, and all the arousal and
sexual frustration and barren want he had suppressed, not just today but in all
the time he had known her, came bursting forth, overwhelming his senses and
higher logic. He burned for her—his cock throbbing at the feel of her body
under his, so pliant and receptive to his touch. The world around them had
disappeared, and all he could see, all he could feel, was her—her subtle
perfume mixed with marsh water, her soft, warm skin, her delicate hands
gripping his shoulders with such desperation.
He pulled away from her lips, hovering over her as he gazed into her flushed
face. Her dress pooled around her hips, her underwear revealed to his hungry
gaze. He sat upright, sliding both hands over her dress. Bringing each hand to
grip along the bottom hem, he gave an almighty yank, tearing the dress in two.
She gasped, her eyes flying open and darting with surprise down to her abdomen.
He moved his hands further up the tear, near her navel, and yanked again, then
again, until the tear had fully split her dress in two all the way to her neck,
revealing supple, milky breasts to his gaze.
Before she could offer a reaction, he greedily leaned forward and took one
breast in one hand, and the other in his mouth, laving his tongue over her pert
nipple as his thumb grazed teasingly over the other. She moaned brokenly, her
body arching into his touch and her lips parted, any surprise or resentment at
his action completely forgotten.
With teasing slowness he lightly dragged his fingers over her erect nipple,
eliciting a keening whine from her as he gently took her other nipple between
his teeth. The sound of her vocal desperation drove him wild, causing his cock
to throb and a flush to spread across his chest.
After a while he slid his hand back down to her hips and released her nipple
from his mouth with a wet plop. He wanted to go slow, to enjoy and explore
every inch of her body, but his patience was quickly dwindling. Hooking his
fingers into the band of her underwear he yanked with vigor, tearing the fabric
at its narrowest point. She gasped at the suddenness of the motion, but lifted
her hips to allow him to remove the garment anyway.
Flinging the small article of clothing across the room, he quickly and none too
eloquently removed his tight Sheikah pants and threw them in the same general
direction before leaning over her once more. With his legs between hers and one
hand flat on the ground beside her head, he slid his free hand beneath her rear
to pull her closer to him, lowering his hips to allow his erection to rest
between her folds.
She was already wet, dripping wet, her underwear having rubbed the moisture all
over her core. With a careful motion of his hips he slid his cock along her,
allowing his head to rub between her lips. A guttural groan escaped him as the
sensation of her, slick and hot against such sensitive skin sent waves of
pleasure crashing through him. Angling his hips slightly, he slid himself
further up, allowing his head to slide wetly across her clit, back and forth in
a slow, even rhythm.
As soon as his head touched her sensitive bundle of nerves, she let out a
gasping moan, her hands reaching up around his torso to grip tightly at his
back. She arched her neck up, eager for his lips but he avoided her, instead
lowering his head to her exposed neck. He grazed his teeth along her skin, from
just below her ear to the top of her clavicle, then lowered his lips to her
pulse point and sucked hard, eliciting another moan from her. The sound made
him twitch and throb, and he rubbed his head against her with greater urgency.
Her breathing was becoming labored and her nails were beginning to dig into his
back, but it only made his own pleasure greater. He felt triumphant at his
conquering of her, at reducing the Princess of Hyrule to this quivering puddle
of wanton desire beneath him. For all her unknowing torment of him throughout
the afternoon, now it was his turn to tease and taunt.
Without warning he stilled his hips, pulling his mouth from her neck and
admiring the dark bruise he had left behind. Her eyes flew open, gazing up at
him with desperation and disappointment. Her arms around him drew taught,
trying to pull him back down against her, but he held firm.
“Link, please, don’t stop…” she whimpered, trying to buck her hips up into his.
He shifted the hand he had around her ass back to her hip, forcing her still.
She keened needily, her head falling back and her eyes fluttering shut as
frustration overtook her delicate features. He smiled smugly before lowering
his mouth to hers once more.
She greeted him eagerly, sucking hard on his lower lip before begging entrance
with her tongue. He obliged, allowing her to slide her tongue hungrily against
his as he carefully positioned his cock at her entrance. He began to push in
with slow, cautious movements, and as his head became fully immersed within her
he groaned into her mouth. She was so tight.
He continued, still slow and careful, but she didn’t react until he’d sheathed
himself a little less than halfway. Suddenly she tensed and he felt her body
squeeze his cock, and she pulled away from his lips, groaning. Suppressing one
of his own, he pulled back to better look at her. Her eyes were squeezed
tightly shut, and he could feel her fingers digging into his back.
“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly, preparing, though not without a
tremendous amount of disappointment, to pull out of her. Without opening her
eyes, she nodded, forcing herself to take deep breaths.
“I… you’re not the first thing I’ve… but I’ve never…” She opened her eyes,
meeting his timidly. A scarlet blush covered her cheeks, “I’ve just never had
anything so… so big…”
At her words he released his withheld groan, head falling down onto her
shoulders as his hips quivered with the effort not to simply thrust all the way
into her. She angled her lips to brush against his ear, kissing and licking his
lobe as she breathed raggedly. After several more seconds, she spoke.
“Keep going…” she whispered softly against his ear, angling her hips up
slightly, and he found he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. With a final
forceful thrust he sheathed himself fully inside her, and she let out a
surprised yelp, followed by a low groan.
He bit into her neck, hard enough to leave a bruise, and released a guttural
sound. She felt like heaven, warm and wet and tight, squeezing him in a way his
hand never could. He slowly began to pull out, feeling her tighten around him
as he moved. He loosened his grip on her hip and once more slid upwards. Shaky
fingers grazed the underside of her breast, brushing over her areola, and she
whimpered, her breath hot against the shell of his ear.
With a hard thrust he pushed back inside her, sheathing himself to the hilt.
She released a startled cry, then dragged her fingers down his back, eliciting
a growl from him. He began to move within her, a steady rhythm in and out,
slowly increasing in speed. He could feel his balls tighten and ache as a flush
crept up his back; he wouldn’t last long.
His hand ghosted over her breast, teasing her erect nipple, and she moaned,
arching her back into his hand.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, and with pleasure he began to thrust faster. Sliding
his hand down he tucked it once more under her ass cheek, using the extra
leverage to angle her hip just so, allowing him to reach deeper. Her hands left
his back, struggling to find purchase on the rug above her head, her fingers
gripping at the material uselessly. Upon seeing her uncharacteristic expression
of ecstatic lust he felt a familiar tension coil tight, low in his belly.
Her breathing was ragged as he continued to thrust into her, harder and faster,
feeling her angle her hips and grind into him. Hungrily he lowered his lips to
hers once more, their kiss sloppy but urgent. He could feel his orgasm creeping
up on him, his thrusts harder and deeper, but also more erratic.
“Link… Oh, Gods, Link, I… I…”
Suddenly she was howling beneath him, her body writhing and her pussy clenching
tightly around him. The sight of her beneath him was his undoing, and with a
final deep thrust he felt himself fall into oblivion, stars erupting behind his
eyelids as his mouth opened in a wordless cry and he spent himself inside her.
Breathless, his head fell to her shoulder. He didn’t move, keeping his cock
still deep within her as he caught his breath. He felt the familiar balm of
orgasm wash over him, but somehow it didn’t quite soothe his fervent arousal.
His skin still felt too hot and sensitive, and his dick was still mostly hard
inside her and just as tender.
With a few gentle, experimental thrusts he felt himself harden fully once
again, the sensation of her wet heat sending pleasure jolting through him.
Already he wanted more—he wanted that feeling of moving inside of her, of her
writhing and gasping beneath him again. Whatever the frog had done to him, it
made sex far too pleasurable and a single orgasm not nearly relief enough to
quench the fire of this desire.
And since she was suffering from the same drug, maybe she, too, was left still
wanting?
He lifted his head from her shoulder and tentatively glanced into her face.
Feeling his movement her eyes fluttered open, and he slowly rocked into her
once more, watching her intently. Her eyes flew shut at the movement and she
groaned, her hips rocking just slightly against him.
Perhaps, if she was up for another round, he could take it a bit slower, really
savor and explore her body.
He rocked into her once more with a little more force, feeling the heat of
arousal rise within him. Her head rolled to the side as her lips opened in a
silent gasp, and she ground her hips against his eagerly. As he stilled, her
eyes opened to meet his, want clearly visible in the intensity of her gaze.
He smirked. Another round it was, then.
***** Exultation *****
Chapter Summary
     More NSFW content ahead!
With deliberate slowness, he ran his free hand up her arm, allowing his fingers
to draw circles in her open palm above her head before traveling just as slowly
back down. Zelda’s eyes fell closed once again, her back arching as his fingers
reached her chest, tracing shapes over the mounds but only just avoiding her
areola.
Arousal still fogged his mind, the desires of his body dictating his actions,
but he felt clear headed enough to more consciously direct and enjoy their
second round. He smiled as she arched beneath him, her kiss-swollen lips open
in a small ‘o’, her golden hair messily splayed across the rug and glinting in
the flickering firelight. She was beautiful like this.
Removing his hand from her chest he laced his fingers gently into her hair as
he leaned down and captured her lips in a slow, exultant kiss, their breath
mixing and tongues dancing with an unhurried passion that quickly built into
something far greater. His cock was still inside her, still hard, and he could
feel her clench faintly around him. His hips jerked forward slightly in
response, and she released a breath into his mouth.
Putting his weight on the arm wrapped up in her hair, he brought the other
lower, sliding calloused fingers over soft skin, starting at her hip and rising
until his hand ghosted over her pert nipple. She moaned, arching into him, and
he smiled against her lips. He brought his hand to rest atop her breast
lightly, his thumb slowly stroking over her nipple with teasing slowness, a
barely-there touch. She gasped, whispering breathily against his lips, “Link…”
It took all his willpower to keep himself still and not thrust into her with
abandon.
Continuing the soft strokes to her breast, he began an achingly slow rhythm
within her, sliding in and out only a fraction—just enough for her to feel
movement, but be denied the friction he knew they both wanted. Releasing her
lips, he traveled along her jaw peppering her milky skin with butterfly kisses
until he reached the other, unblemished side of her neck and began to nip and
suck at lap at the skin. Under the combination of sensations she keened
needily, her voice echoing in the room much to his satisfaction.
Gliding his hand down her breast, along her ribcage, and down to her hip, he
arched his back to allow his hand room between them, running his thumb slowly
down her mound until he found her wet clit. Her hips jerked as his digit made
gentle contact, slowly rubbing along the periphery of the sensitive bundle of
nerves. She quickly melted into his touch, and as her breathing became
increasingly ragged he began to tighten the circle he made around her until his
thumb was touching it directly, gliding over and along the hood, lubricated by
her own wetness.
Her breaths were coming in pants, and she was arching her hips into his hand.
He continued his slow rhythm inside her, minute movements of his hips synced
with the movements of his thumb. Even just the barest of friction caused his
cock to throb with the desire for more, and he fought against the urge to take
her hard and fast once again.
She was moaning freely, and he could feel the vibration of her vocal chords
where he sucked at her neck, feel the hammering of her pulse just below her
jaw, under his tongue.
“Oh, Gods, Link…” she groaned, her neck straining as tension filled her body.
She was close. However, instead of speeding up his movements to urge her on, he
slowed them down, pressing just a little bit harder with his thumb—making the
motions more deliberate, and nearly stilling his cock within her.
“Oh, oh… oh, please, I…” she panted, pushing her hips harder against his hand
as her fingernails dug into the carpet. Hearing her beg sent a thrill through
him, and with a sudden thrust he pushed hard into her, his finger circling her
clit with increased speed, and he felt her clench tightly around him.
“OOOH!” she screamed, a scarlet flush erupting across her chest as her orgasm
washed over her. Link wasted no time. Taking advantage of her sensitivity, he
released her clit and propped himself up with both hands, giving in to his
desires and beginning a powerful, steady rhythm inside her—thrusting deep
before pulling nearly all the way out, then back in again. A loud keening whine
followed her scream, and as soon as she had recovered herself, she began to
grind her hips against him in tandem with his thrusts.
Feeling suddenly enticed by the mental image, he wrapped his arms around her
back and heaved them both sideways. Zelda gasped in surprise, her eyes popping
open as he rolled them over until she lay atop him.
Sitting up slowly, her weight settled onto him, his cock burying deeper within
her. Her surprise quickly faded as the sensation washed over her, placing her
hands atop his chest as she ground her hips against him experimentally.
Link groaned, relishing in her tight, wet heat pressing down on him. He was far
deeper inside her than he’d yet been, and if Zelda’s broken moan was any
indication, the sensation was bringing her intense pleasure as well.
He placed his hands on her hips, grinding her into him carefully as he observed
her expression. She bit her lip, eyes shut tightly as her delicate fingers
curled over his chest. She ground into him several more times, searching for a
rhythm and gaining the confidence to lead.
After several minutes of her experimental thrusts and grinds, she found a
rhythm to her liking and Link laid back, watching her ride him. Her golden
locks created a curtain around her shoulders and her breasts swayed with her
movements, her back arching from time to time to take him deeper. He felt
tremendous satisfaction seeing her like this, and despite his intense arousal
and almost overwhelming physical pleasure, his heart clenched at the sight. She
was a Goddess.
Her speed was picking up, and Link felt himself growing hotter, feeling white-
hot pleasure coil tighter and tighter low in his belly. Her hips ground against
him, her pace becoming relentless as her breasts bounced with her movements,
taking the entirety of his cock with each and every thrust.
His breathing was becoming ragged and his hands on her hips were beginning to
tighten as the pleasure built within him. He was close, so close… She opened
her eyes, half-lidded, to look down at him with slightly mischievous curiosity.
Without warning she slowed her rhythm, angling her hips just so and grinding
slowly but deliberately into him. A guttural noise left his throat and his eyes
momentarily snapped shut as the pleasure of her movement overwhelmed him.
Upon hearing his response, she did it again, eying him curiously as she once
more ground his cock deep inside her, rubbing against some hidden part of her
and letting out a moan of her own. His grip on her hips tightened, unable to
stop himself from aiding in her quest. She ground into him in that way once,
twice, three times more, and he almost saw stars behind his eyelids before she
resumed a more rapid pace.
That white-hot pleasure was strung taught within him, like a bowstring ready to
snap. Her fingertips grazed across his chest, her breathless voice whispering
his name. His hands held her tightly arounds the hips, pulling her body hard
down onto him, and with a final deep thrust he exploded. The world dissolved as
his orgasm took him, bucking his hips deeper within her as she groaned loudly
into the stillness of the room.
However, she didn’t stop her thrusts—in fact, they only became more rapid, if
possible, grinding harder against him as he filled her with his cum. She moaned
brokenly, arching her back to better her angle. His orgasm had barely ebbed and
already he felt pleasure coil tight within him once more.
“Touch me…” she whispered breathlessly, and he felt the pleasure coil tighter.
He all too happily slid his hands up her waist to her breasts, cupping each one
and rubbing his thumb over hardened nipples, squeezing gently and teasing her
sensitive buds. Her breathing was ragged, and Link’s own movements were
becoming disjointed—he could feel another orgasm rising up over him like an
ocean wave.
She ground her hips deep, hitting that spot, and he felt himself explode once
more, shifting his hands to her back and pulling her down onto him as he thrust
up into her. She cried out, her voice hoarse as she screamed, her hands fisting
his hair. He captured her lips as she choked out his name, kissing her hard and
deep, holding her tightly against him as his hands slid up and down her back,
both of them riding out their release.
Now, finally, the soothing balm of orgasm (three of them, rather) calmed the
burning desire he’d been plagued with. He wasn’t entirely sure how long it
would last, but for now, at least, he felt sated—basking in the afterglow; more
relaxed, more carefree, and more exhausted than he had felt in a while.
Their kiss slowed, becoming gentle and unhurried, before eventually Link pulled
away, smiling.
“One second,” he murmured, carefully turning their bodies until she was lying
on her side. He pulled out of her with a wet plop, turning and reaching up onto
the couch for the blanket he’d discarded earlier and a throw pillow. Grabbing
each in hand, he rolled himself back to her, setting the pillow behind his head
and draping the blanket over them. He put his arm around her, pulling her
towards him and she eagerly burrowed into his side, resting her head on his
shoulder.
She looked up at him, eyes half lidded now, not out of desire, but out of
exhaustion, smiling drowsily. He could feel sleep pulling insistently at him,
but forced his head up to place a lingering kiss atop her forehead before
returning to the soft embrace of the pillow. She hummed contentedly, throwing
an arm over his chest as her legs tangled with his.
The room was silent save for their breathing. The fire was a mere pile of red
embers, its occasional hissing and popping the only other sound to fill the
room. Link closed his eyes, feeling his tired body melt into the carpet. With a
final deep breath, he allowed himself to succumb to a blissful, peaceful sleep.
***** Consequences *****
Chapter Summary
     Zelda and Link realize they may have some consequences to face.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
She came to slowly. The fire was little more than glowing ash. The wool blanket
itched against her skin, but its heavy warmth was comforting against the
cooling air. There was an intense ache between her legs, though it wasn’t
painful, and her thighs were sticky and wet. Link’s arm was wrapped loosely
around her, and she could feel his chest rise and fall beneath her hand. It all
felt… so peaceful…
Suddenly her eyes popped open, and the events of the afternoon and evening came
flooding back. Heart pounding but frozen in place, she cautiously turned her
head up towards Link’s; thank the Goddess, he was still asleep. She let out a
small breath of relief, carefully extricating herself from his arms and from
beneath the blanket.
Her nudity, earlier in the evening offering a sense of exultant freedom, now
left her feeling vulnerable and overexposed. She quickly crossed the room,
ignoring the slight chill of the air against her skin, and grabbed her own
blanket from the back of the harp-backed sofa. Shaking it out, she wrapped it
around herself and quietly lowered herself on the sofa, sitting slowly onto the
cushioned velvet.
She could feel the aching between her legs more acutely sitting down, and the
sticky evidence of their sordid activities clung to the wool, but she paid it
little heed; her mind was whirling with far too many other, more pressing,
concerns.
Nayru… what had she done? She was the Goddess-forsaken Princess of Hyrule! If
anyone found out… she would be disgraced, and Link would more than likely land
a life sentence in prison—perhaps after he helped her seal the Calamity, but
still…
She glanced nervously back to where Link lay, still sleeping, on the rug before
the hearth. Her mind immediately flashed back to only hours ago, with him
beneath her, his chest heaving under her hands as she bore down on him,
relishing the way he stretched and filled her, the way he gasped and panted and
clutched desperately at her hips… She quickly looked away, blushing profusely
and feeling her heart beat faster at the vivid memory.
Though logic told her it had been wrong, in her heart it had felt so right…
They had fit together like puzzle pieces, completely in tune with one another
as though they had done this hundreds of times before. He had been both rough
and gentle, treating her with a sort of tender affection, but not hesitating to
drive them both headlong into oblivion. It had been… she blushed again. It had
been mind-blowing.
But… how much of those feelings were her own—were genuine—and how much was the
frog? Before all this, she would have chalked up her nervousness and fluttering
heart to a mere girlish crush. But now, after they had… now she wasn’t so sure.
Being with him had been… it had felt like more than just a physical act. She
felt as though they had connected, on some deeper level. But… could those
feelings be merely the remnants of the drug?
Her feelings notwithstanding, there were also Link’s to consider. Aside from a
fair degree of confidence in their friendly camaraderie, she had no idea how
Link actually felt about her—at least in this way. Part of her wanted to
believe that perhaps he’d felt some of what she had, too. He had been so… she
didn’t know what, but it hadn’t felt disinterested or, in some way, removed.
He had always treated her respectfully, but other than the events of today and
the vague impressions she’d picked up from him over the time she’d known him,
she had nothing more to go on; and a fearful, growing part of her worried that
this had been nothing more than a way to relieve the sexual tension caused by
her foolhardy experiment.
She had asked him, for the Goddess’ sake, to do this. She may not have been
quite in her right mind, but she had still put forth the request. With the way
they’d both been sitting on the edge of insanity, how could she possibly think
he’d have done anything other than agree? Perhaps there was nothing more to it
than that? She honestly had no reason to believe it was anything more than
that; and it would certainly simplify things.
So… why did the prospect of that leave her feeling so hollow?
The aching between her legs was worsening so she made to stand, feeling the
sticky residues that had clung to the wool slide across her thighs. Inwardly
she sighed. She would need to clean that up, it was starting to get uncomfor…
She froze, her eyes widening as horrifying realization hit her. She grabbed the
armrest of the sofa in a white-knuckled grip and leaned on it heavily,
attempting to support her suddenly weak knees.
They hadn’t used protection. Gods, they hadn’t used protection!
Zelda felt her breath become rapid and shallow as dozens of panicked thoughts
flooded her mind. What if she became pregnant? The scandal that would cause!
She would be completely and utterly disgraced! And Link… oh, Goddesses, what
would happen to Link? Pregnancy—children! She wasn’t ready to be a mother! And
what of the Calamity? What if it came while she was with child? Could she still
battle the beast? What if it came later—what if it killed her child?
She was having trouble breathing and she clutched at her chest, desperately
inhaling air through a too-tight throat. She needed to calm down. She was the
Princess of Hyrule, she’d been educated by the Kindom’s most renowned scholars.
She could work through this, she just had to calm down and think.
Closing her eyes, she made herself take slow, deep breaths, forcing the rising
tide of anxiety to the side. Her breathing began to slowly even out, and once
she felt a little more under control, she allowed herself to open her eyes.
Okay, think. They hadn’t used protection. Was there anything she could do to
negate the likelihood or possibility of pregnancy? Anything she had learned
over the years… As she glanced around the room, at the bookshelves lining the
walls, it suddenly hit her. She was in a fully stocked and equipped scientific
laboratory; she could make a morning-after elixir! She didn’t have any first-
hand experience with it, sure—she’d mostly overheard young maids and newly
conscripted soldiers talk about it after weekend benders down in Castle
Town—and she didn’t know the formula, but such information would undoubtedly be
stored here; it was one of but a few centers housing the wealth of advanced
scientific and medical knowledge in Hyrule.
She clung desperately to the sliver of hope her half-formed plan offered as she
headed for the nearest bookcase, struggling to still the residual trembling of
her limbs. If this didn’t work… well, she’d focus on that once she got there.
It didn’t do to dwell on it.
Approaching the nearest bookshelf, she slowly began to skim the titles embossed
on the spines of the thick leather volumes.
A Condensed History of the Ancient Sheikah Technologies? No.
Encyclopedia of Mechanical Engineering? No.
A Compendium of Research and Study on the Ancient Guardians? An appealing
title, but also no.
Her eyes continued to scan along the spines, book after book, feeling a little
more frustrated the farther down the shelves she went. This whole bookcase
seemed to house nothing but material on engineering and Sheikah technology.
Perhaps each set of shelves held a different category? Turning, she stepped
before the bookcase to her immediate left, and began to scan the titles.
This shelf seemed more promising.
A Compendium of Medicinal Plants in Hyrule? She pulled the book from the shelf
and flipped through it. Every plant in Hyrule had an entry, and though several
plants listed pregnancy prevention as an effect, no elixir formulas were
provided. Not quite what she was looking for, but it may prove useful. With a
careful toss she threw it onto the nearby table and continued looking.
A Treatise on Hylian Anatomy? No.
Mysteries of the Zora Life Cycle? No.
Hylian Biology? Hmm…
She pulled the thick volume from the shelf and leafed through it. There were
diagrams and long passages detailing metabolic cycles and cell growth and
decay, and a small passage on Hylian pregnancy, but nothing immediately jumped
out at her as being pertinent to her needs. Still, it may prove useful. She
tossed it onto the table as well.
She scanned through several more titles until another caught her eye.
Hylian Conception, Pregnancy, and Infertility?
She pulled the book from the shelf and popped it open. There were… extremely
descriptive, albeit clinical, explanations of the process of conception and the
necessary biological functions to achieve it, as well as a stage-by-stage guide
to fetal development. Flipping to the end of the book, her heart soared as she
read the chapter title, ‘Pregnancy Prevention and Family Planning’, however her
excitement quickly dwindled as she read through the following passages, finding
it to be more of a social commentary on the subject. Her brow furrowed in
frustration. Still, it could perhaps prove useful. She tossed the book onto the
table, though with a bit more force than was strictly necessary.
She returned to her browsing, her eyes working slowly down the shelf, feeling
more and more anxious the more irrelevant titles she passed. She’d already been
searching for a good ten minutes. What if she couldn’t find what she was
looking for?
Her earlier panic was beginning to slowly return, and as she flipped through
yet another unhelpful volume, her frustration and anxiety got the better of her
and she threw the book across the room, where it hit a chair and landed on the
floor with a thud.
She shut her eyes, feeling hyperventilation threatening to grip her in its
clutches. Breathe… stay calm, you can do this, breathe… Yet even as she
reassured herself she could feel moisture pooling at the close of her eyelids,
then a single tear fall down her cheek. Goddesses, what was she going to do?
“Zelda?”
Her eyes shot open, glancing towards the source of the voice only to find Link
sitting up off the floor, eyes a bit bleary with the wool blanket pooling
around his waist.
Her panic set back in. In her worry and frustration she’d somehow forgotten he
was there. She didn’t know what to say to him… where did she even start? Her
mouth opened and closed wordlessly, her brain scrambled by anxiety as she
stared at him dumbly.
Getting no response, he worriedly rose from the floor, allowing the blanket to
fall to the ground. Her eyes immediately dropped, to his half-hard cock covered
in the sticky evidence of their… activities. The sight snapped her out of her
stupor. She blushed fiercely and quickly looked away.
“Link! You can’t—what are you… cover yourself!” she could barely get her mouth
to work right, so she hurried to the nearest couch and grabbed a throw pillow,
tossing it at him before retreating to her bookshelf. He grabbed it out of the
air with ease—it had been thrown a good six inches to his left in her
frenzy—then stared at her, at the pillow, then back to her as though she had
grown an extra head.
“Link!” she screeched, her blush darkening.
Baffled, he lowered the pillow to cover his erection, gaping at her. Slowly, as
though she were a skittish deer, he approached her.
“Zelda, what—?” He seemed unable to finish his question, and she refused to
look at him, pulling her blanket tighter around her nude body. She was
flustered both by his nakedness and his nearness, images of their time together
flashing unbidden through her mind every time she caught a glimpse of his toned
chest or his strong arms…
She struggled to keep her breathing even and took a nervous step back, bumping
against the bookshelf she’d been rifling through. Link halted two foot in front
of her, though continued to stare at her with a furrowed brow; but she said
nothing. She didn’t know what to say. Her mind was in a state of chaos, and her
body traitorously warmed to his presence.
“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” He didn’t try to approach her, but when she
didn’t answer he glanced around the room, seemingly trying to make sense of her
strange behavior. His eyes caught sight of the books she had set aside on the
table and he approached the stack, glancing at the titles. Suddenly his face
paled, and his gaze darted quickly back to hers, eyes wide.
“We… we didn’t…” he stuttered, and though he didn’t say the words she knew what
he meant to convey—and having him voice it out loud, however incomplete, sent
her precarious calm tumbling back into panic.
She fell back against the bookshelf as her breathing turned into erratic
wheezes. Despair was taking hold of her, and the sliver of hope she’d felt
earlier was nowhere in sight. Shit! She was so, completely, totally screwed!
She was gasping now, dimly aware that Link had closed the distance between them
to help hold her up.
“Zelda! Breathe, it’ll be alright, just breath!” She attempted to follow his
advice, but to limited success. He turned her to face him, gripping her should
as his other hand still held the pillow over his crotch. Somehow the ridiculous
image managed to pierce the fog of blind panic, and her gasping breaths turned
into gasping laughs, which quickly turned almost hysterical as the insanity of
their situation finally dawned on her.
Link was more confused than ever, staring at her as tough she’d grown two extra
heads.
“I’m sorry—“ she gasped, “—I… the pillow!”
He glanced down to his crotch then back to her, brows still furrowed in
confusion. “But you threw it at me, you said…”
She practically screeched with laughter. “I—I know…” she choked out, “I know…!”
Link looked deeply concerned as he observed her quivering form. She was calming
from her outburst, and with careful movements he lifted her fully upright,
pulling her away from the bookcase and lowering her into a nearby chair. She
obeyed without complaint, feeling the weight of the situation once more press
upon her as her humor faded away.
“I’ll be right back.” Link murmured, turning from her and heading to the carpet
to retrieve the other blanket. He wrapped it around himself as she had hers,
tossing the pillow to the floor beside the other. He then returned, pulling out
the chair beside hers and sitting.
She sighed heavily, feeling awkwardness settle back over her making it
difficult to look at him. She knew a conversation was coming, but she didn’t
feel ready for it. His voice was quiet when he spoke.
“So what do we do?”
She lifted her head, surprised by his easy engagement in the subject and his
use of the word ‘we’.
“Well… There isn’t really anything for you to do. You’re not the one at risk of
a scandal. I was looking for the formula to make a morning-after elixir,
everything I’d need is probably here in the lab, but I haven’t yet found—“
He cut her off, gazing at her dumbfounded and with more than a little reproach.
“I’m not going to just have sex with you then throw you to the wolves. What
kind of person do you think me to be?”
Despite everything, she blushed at his frank statement; and for some reason,
though she knew he hadn’t intended to be cruel, she felt hurt by his words. She
didn’t know what she’d expected—or even wanted—him to say, but whatever it was,
it wasn’t that. She turned from his face, pulling her blanket tighter around
her shoulders as she spoke with forced calm.
“I don’t mean to insult your honor Link; but I won’t force you to be dragged
through the mud with me when I was the one who started all of this. You needn’t
feel obligated to fix a problem I caused.”
Once more he stared at her in confusion. “Force me? Zelda, I had just as much a
hand in this, and I—”
She stood abruptly, turning and walking a few steps away. She felt foolish for
it, but his words only made the hurt within her sting more fiercely. As a
result, her response was somewhat more biting than she’d intended it to be.
“Look, Link, I get it. Really. You feel obligated to clean up after my mistake,
and that’s very noble of you, but please don’t force yourself to do things you
don’t want for the sake of your honor.” She spat the word ‘honor’, feeling a
tightness in her throat as she did so. “I’ll be fine. I just need to find the
formula for the elixir, and if I can’t, then I… I’ll just…” she trailed off,
not really sure what she would do if she wasn’t able to concoct the elixir.
However she didn’t have long to think on how to finish her sentence, as with
quick, angry strides Link came to stand before her, lifting her face to force
her to look at him.
“This isn’t YOUR mistake.” His eyes were hard, face set in a frown. “I didn’t
even think it was a mistake, but clearly I misread you since you seem pretty
set on viewing it that way.” He stared hard at her a moment longer before his
expression softened, and he lifted a hand to her arm, rubbing his thumb gently
over her shoulder. The feel of his hand, even through the blanket, drew forth
memories of hours earlier, of his hands gliding across her trembling body.
“I…” he hesitated, then sighed, continuing slowly, softly. “Had I been with
anyone else, and they had asked me what you asked me, I would have just turned
and walked away, and had a really, really frustrating evening.” He offered her
a brief, self-deprecating smile.
“But it wasn’t anyone else, it was you who asked me, and because it was you, I…
couldn’t help myself.” He looked sheepish, turning away for a moment and
releasing a breath before reluctantly returning his gaze to hers.
She was unable to look away. Her heart was galloping in her chest and
butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Had she… had she misunderstood the
situation? The Gods knew she wasn’t very skilled at picking up social cues.
After a moment more he continued, almost sorrowfully.
“I don’t regret what happened. I wanted it, and I thought maybe you did too,
but… if you want to ignore it and pretend it never happened I can do that. I
just hope, at least, you don’t feel… taken advantage of.”
He paused, holding her gaze questioningly; but her mind had devolved into
chaos, attempting to reconcile his words with her prior interpretation of the
situation. If was being truthful, if he really did feel that way… she didn’t
want to ignore it—didn’t want to forget it; but all she could manage by way of
answer was the tiniest of motions, a small shake of her head, to indicate that
she hadn’t felt taken advantage of—far from it in fact. At her answer he smiled
softly, relief in his eyes, then continued with a confidence that hadn’t been
there only a moment ago.
“But I won’t let you suffer the consequences of this on your own; and not
because I feel obligated, but because I… care about you.”
His voice trailed off and he looked distinctly embarrassed, and though he kept
his eyes fixed on hers, she could see the faintest of blushes rising to his
cheeks.
A foreign emotion bubbled up within her as his words sunk in. She scarcely
dared to believe it—to hope. She gazed deeply into his eyes, searching for any
sign of falseness or deception, but found none. Something suspiciously like joy
began to fill her heart, and she smiled tremulously into his anxious gaze.
Gripping her blanket tighter in her hands, she prepared to take a leap.
“I… care about you, too,” she whispered.
He simply stared at her before, slowly, a smile began to lift the corners of
his mouth.
“And… I don’t regret what happened, either.”
His smile broke out into a grin and he gazed at her, beaming. It was far from a
love confession, but they were things she felt very sure of, things she wanted
him to know she reciprocated. Without warning, he suddenly wrapped his hand
around her waist and pulled her to him, capturing her mouth with his. Despite
her surprise, she felt her body melting against his, her hands forgetting their
task of holding up her blanket as she shifted to wrap her arms around his neck.
His kiss deepened, and he backed her up slowly until she felt her shoulders hit
the bookshelf. His tongue ran along her lower lip teasingly, sucking and biting
gently at the soft flesh.
“I don’t think the frog is completely out of my system,” He murmured against
her lips, kissing the corners of her mouth before delving into her mouth with
his tongue. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip, and the
knowledge sent a thrill through her.
Judging by the receptiveness of her own body to his advances, she suspected the
same was true for her; however, she felt clear-headed enough to maintain her
priorities.
“Me neither. But…” she let out a sigh as his lips trailed slowly down her jaw,
“Elixir first.”
He mumbled affirmatively against her pulse point, leaving a last, lingering
kiss before pulling back. He moved his hand to her cheek, cradling her face as
he smiled. The look he gave her made her heart melt.
“So where do we start?”
-:-:-:-:-
Two hours later the two of them lay once more upon the rug beneath the warmth
of their woolen blanket, this time cushioned by the entire collection of
blankets and towels the linen cabinet had to offer. Link had rekindled the
fire, its warmth appreciated though its light was somewhat less necessary as
the pale blue light of sunrise began to filter in through the far windows.
They’d managed to find the right book not long after they resumed the search.
Link had found it in a shelf near the door—The Hyrule Compendium of Known
Elixirs, and after locating the formula under a section on reproductive health,
she had immediately set to work. It had been a relief to learn that the elixir
was capable of averting pregnancy within up to five days of unprotected
intercourse, but even still it had been a welcome comfort to down the foul-
tasting brew and known such a consideration was no longer a concern.
And then, of course, Link had jumped her. Not that she minded.
Which brought them to their current state—lounging peacefully in post-coital
bliss, legs tangled and bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
After five orgasms, a variety of activities, and numerous positions, the
scholar in her had grown intensely curious as to all the different ways two
people could please each other. Link seemed to know quite a bit—a consequence
of extremely awkward drunken dissertations provided by the the older soldiers
in the barracks, Link had informed her when she’d inquired. But her own
knowledge was limited to the requirements of impregnation—such were the outer
limits of her sexual education. But simply following the pleasures of her body
had proved so far to be a good guide, and she found herself rather eager to
learn more.
She crawled slowly over Link, pressing her body against his chest as she gazed
into his droopy eyes with a playful expression.
“So… what other exciting secrets have the soldiers imparted upon you?” she
queried, tracing her fingers over the rise of his collarbones. He smiled at
her, lips quirked with a hint of a smirk.
“Ready again already?” He murmured with amusement, lifting his hand under the
blanket to glide slowly up her back. She shivered at the touch, scooting
herself forward to capture his lips beneath hers. The kiss was tender,
unhurried, filled with a certain passion neither yet had the courage to fully
voice. Link lifted a hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb against her skin,
and she sighed softly into his mouth. This was heaven.
“Snapity Snap! What’s going on here?!”
Zelda jerked away, practically rolling off Link and onto the floor with a
thump, clutching desperately at the blanket to ensure it fully covered her nude
form. Her heart pounded furiously as she whipped her head towards the source of
the voice, only to find Purah standing in the doorway with her hands on her
hips and a frown on her face. She hadn’t even heard it open.
Link practically choked beside her, scrambling to separate himself from her, as
far as the blanket’s coverage would reach. He spoke quickly, spluttering his
words.
“It’s not what you think—!“
She scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “Suuure it’s not. Do you think I
was born yesterday? You know, I warned the King this might happen. You force
two teenagers together all the time like this, right as their sexual maturity
begins to peak, and you’re just asking for trouble.”
Zelda blushed furiously, heart thundering and mouth agape at the Sheikah’s bald
statement; Link equally seemed ready to have a heart attack where he lay beside
her. At their stricken expressions, Purah sighed, letting her arms fall to her
sides.
“Look, you’re both young and virile—I won’t fault you for it.” Zelda wheezed at
the word ‘virile’, and Link turned a darker shade of crimson than she knew
existed, but Purah continued undaunted.
“And I won’t tell anyone either—your sexual choices are your business and
nobody else’s. But as a scientist I will not stand for uninformed, unsafe sex!
I’ve got a bottle of morning-after elixir in my office.” She eyed Zelda
pointedly, “I expect you to use it. And I expect both of you to come and see me
as soon as you return to the castle for a comprehensive lesson on Hylian
sexuality—and several batches of contraceptive elixir, too. Am I understood?”
Hoping desperately the ground would open up and swallow her whole, Zelda forced
herself to nod. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Link do likewise.
Purah seemed satisfied by their easy acquiescence and continued brightly, as
though they weren’t both nude, covered only by a blanket. “Good. Now I’m
heading back to the castle—but you two might want to get dressed and high tail
it out of here; a group of researchers should be by in a few hours to pick up
supplies, and I’d recommend you be gone by then.”
Without further word, she turned on her heel and disappeared down the hall.
Neither she nor Link dared to move until the unmistakable snap of the exterior
door echoed down the hallway. Slowly, stiffly, she turned to Link, only just
feeling her heart begin to slow. Her blush was nowhere near fading as she took
in his stricken expression. He stared wide-eyed at the doorway, his face still
that funny dark crimson as he gripped the blanket so hard his knuckles turned
white.
Suddenly everything—the frog, the sex, her panic over possible pregnancy, the
revelation that there had been a solution down the hall all along, Purah’s
mortifying words and Link’s horrified expression—the whole ridiculous scenario
washed over her, and she burst out laughing, cackling so hard she could barely
breath. Link turned to look at her in disbelief, eyes still wide as saucers,
before, slowly, he began to chuckle as well.
He scooted back over to her, wrapping his arm around her as they fell to the
ground in a fit of unrestrained laughter. She nuzzled into his neck as her
laughter slowly diminished into breathy chuckles, his reassuring warmth easing
the sting of her embarrassment. Boy was this a lesson on the danger of
uncontrolled field studies.
Goddesses—What a day…
Chapter End Notes
     Ah, there it is! Let me know what you thought, this is only my second
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