Work Text:
“Spirits, I thought I’d never get away.”
Link huffs a laugh, holding the door open so she can step past him. “The duke certainly enjoys the sound of his own voice,” he comments. Zelda snorts.
“Almost as much as he loves flirting with married women. Did you see him making eyes at the Holodrumian ambassador’s wife? I swear, if the duke doesn’t cause an international incident, I’ll eat my dress.”
“Please don’t, you look good in it.”
Zelda smiles over her shoulder at him. “Thank you.” Link nods, and pats her on the back. Zelda pulls her hair over her shoulder, and Link pulls the zipper down her back.
“ Oh ,” Zelda sighs, shrugging out of the garment. “My favorite part of royal dinners: getting out of the clothes afterwards.”
“Maybe you should think about getting refitted,” Link suggests, hanging the dress up in her closet before returning to collect her shoes, which she had kicked off into a corner the moment the door was closed, and her white, elbow-length gloves, which she now slips off her arms and hands to him. “You’ve grown a bit since that particular dress was made for you.”
“True,” Zelda concurs, thoughtfully. “It has been feeling a little tight around the chest and hips lately. Not that you,” she adds, with a pointed glance and a grin at Link, who is now putting her jewelry away, “have a problem with that, I should think.”
“I fully admit my own bias in this particular case."
“Is the door locked?” Zelda asks, offhand. She runs her fingertips over the back of the chair that sits at her writing desk. She glances demurely up at him, stepping just slightly closer.
“Yes, your highness,” Link responds. His hand falls onto hers. She twines their fingers together.
“Good,” she says, and she kisses him.
“ Goddesses, ” Zelda sighs as Link’s hands circle her waist to pull her close. “I was looking forward to this all through dinner.” Snatching Link’s hat off his head, she tosses it aside and runs her fingers through his hair. She lets her lips part, and when Link’s tongue meets hers she almost groans.
“So was I,” Link rasps into her neck. Leaving a trail of kisses down to where it meets her shoulder, he slips his hands into the back of her panties. Zelda, however, is busy fiddling with his belt. “You have no idea how boring it is having to stand behind you for three hours while my stomach is rumbling cuz everything smells amazing and I can’t eat any of it.”
“At least you,” Zelda chuckles, getting his belt off, “don’t have to pretend to care about what all those self-important blowhards have to say.” She lets him step back just long enough to get his tunic and surcoat off, and then she’s pushing him backwards onto the edge of the bed. “Sometimes I feel like nothing more than a glorified parrot, sitting there nodding at every idiotic word and laughing at every insipid joke.”
Yanking his boots off, she tosses them away. Link raises his hips, helpfully, when she hooks her fingers into his waistband, and soon his pants join his boots and Zelda finally gets what she’s been wanting for hours.
“Let’s… mmm… ” Link groans, softly, as Zelda takes him into her mouth. She really has gotten very good at this. She certainly knows, too, because she smiles up at him so smugly that he can only grin. “Let’s talk about something else, then.”
“Like what?” Zelda asks, coming off of him just long enough to ask the question.
“Dunno,” Link shrugs. Holding her head, he scritches pleasantly at her scalp as she works. Zelda leans into it, closing her eyes. “You pick.”
“I’m somewhat busy at the moment,” Zelda says, wryly.
“True.”
For a minute, Link sits back and just allows himself to enjoy the warmth of her mouth. Zelda cups his balls with one hand, his shaft with the other. Her thumb rubs lazy circles around the underside of the head while she holds it in her mouth, her tongue running around the tip. Every now and then she looks up to make sure he’s still feeling good; Link makes sure to smile at her when she does, which never fails to bring a lovely color to her cheeks.
“Zelda…”
Link’s warning is soft, but insistent. “ Hmm, ” Zelda replies, and then he’s spilling himself down her throat.
Link holds her firmly where she is as he throbs in her mouth. Zelda, entirely unbothered, takes it all with practiced efficiency, and when she finally pulls back off of him and his cock flops down limply, she makes sure he’s looking before she swallows.
“I will never,” Link says in fervent appreciation, “get tired of watching you do that.”
Zelda says nothing to this, she merely switches places with him on the bed. Now Link is the one kneeling in front of her, and when she spreads her legs and he sees the rather large wet spot on the front of her panties, she could almost swear he licks his lips.
For her own part, Zelda will never get tired of the obvious zeal with which Link puts his mouth on her. Every single time he's just as eager as the last. She’d been shocked, the first time he’d done it, because he’d seemed positively desperate . It was only afterwards that he’d revealed how long he’d wanted to do that particular thing for her. Who was she to deny him, when he was so willing and so talented?
So very, very talented.
“ Hylia, Link, right there…”
Zelda’s whispered, half-groaned urging brings a smile to his face as he runs his tongue over her. He’s done this enough that he knows exactly what she likes, and he wastes no time getting right to it. Softly here, harder there, two fingers inside her touching that spot that makes her writhe. She whines, and he presses on that spot. She gasps, and he puts his mouth on her clit. She keens – softly, though; the room isn’t soundproof, after all – and he increases the pace of his ministrations until her fingers are scrabbling in his hair, nails digging into his scalp, and all the tension is building to an almost frenetic level…
…and then the tension snaps and she slams back onto the bed, back arching, legs shaking, the sound of her long, quivering moan filling him with pride.
Pride, and not a little bit of excitement, because it also makes his cock twitch, and by the time her climax has finally subdued and she lies catching her breath, he’s fully erect again.
Pulling himself up onto his knees, he places himself at her entrance and slides into her, until his hips are flush with hers, and he begins to move.
“So, how’re your Zora lessons going?”
Zelda opens her eyes, languidly. Raises her legs to drape them over his shoulders; obediently, Link holds them there.
“Fine, actually. Still having problems with certain things, but I think I’m steadily getting the hang of it.”
Pushing her thighs down until they’re flush with her stomach, Link deepens his thrusts. Zelda responds with a contented sigh, and her hand slips between her legs.
“It’s a tough language,” Link agrees. “I know from experience.”
“I bet you do,” Zelda laughs.
“The number of times Mipha teased me for saying one word when I meant another…”
“Oh?” Zelda’s fingers are rubbing her clit, but she seems in no hurry for a second orgasm; it's merely something to do to heighten the sensation of Link's cock in her. Her eyes narrow in interest. “Like how?”
“One time,” Link says, palming a breast – Zelda lays her other hand over his and holds him there – “I wanted to ask a fruit seller how much something was, but I put the honorific on the fruit instead of the shopkeeper’s name, so instead of saying How much are the oranges, Mr. Tembe , I said Hey Tembe, how much is Mr. Orange? ”
Zelda laughs. “Damn, I wish I’d been there.”
“I’m glad you weren’t. It was enough to have Mipha reminding me of it at every opportunity, if you had been there too I would’ve jumped into the river and swum back here to get away. Hff– ”
Pulling back, Link flops out onto her stomach; his cock pulses, and a long rope of cum spurts across her chest. This is followed by a second, and then a third, both hardly less than the first. Zelda watches, eyes shining, as Link calmly unloads himself and then slips right back into her.
“I don’t have much trouble with the honorifics myself,” Zelda continues as Link resumes. “It’s the noun markers that really get me.”
“ O marks the topic,” Link explains. Zelda’s hand is back where it was again; despite her leisurely pace, she seems to be getting into it a little more. Her breaths are coming a little faster, and her hips roll with his thrusts. “ Mo marks the subject. Those are the two that most people have the most trouble with.”
“See,” she says, a little aggravated, “I get that, but I can’t grasp how to tell when something is a topic or a subject.”
“I don’t really know how to explain it,” Link shrugs. Once more he comes out of her, releasing a long stream of cum onto her stomach. Zelda’s fingers don’t leave her clit this time; she watches, fingering herself more insistently, now, and yet again Link pushes back into her. “I had to learn by doing. You’ll probably just have to do the same.”
“Probably,” Zelda admits. Holding her thighs against his chest, Link moves faster now, pushing even deeper than before. “At least I have a good tutor.”
“You’re welcome,” Link quips, and Zelda snorts.
“I meant Silvi ssssss ,” she says, meaning the Zora that the King had requested for her lessons, and she probably intends herself to sound unamused by Link’s flippancy, but it just ends on a long, sibilant hiss as Link drives into her. The head of his cock hits that spot every time he thrusts, and combined with her fingers on her clit she’s clearly approaching her second climax of the night. Indeed, mere moments later her hips begin to jerk.
Link, who has felt his own orgasm coming for a while now, sees this, and it pushes him over the edge.
“ Oh… ”
It’s a strange fact, but Zelda always seems almost surprised whenever he cums inside her. It’s not the first time he’s done it. It’s not even the tenth. Yet each time, it’s like she wasn’t expecting it.
Link pours himself into her and Zelda locks her legs around him, holding him inside her as he fills her with his seed. Each throb of his cock is another long pulse of cum, and Zelda watches him twitch, almost wonderingly, one hand on her abdomen, right above where his cock is inside her.
It’s only when she’s certain that Link has given her everything he possibly can that she unlocks her legs and allows him to slide out of her. Even so, she’s still a little shocked to see just how much of his cum immediately flows out of her without his cock to hold it in. Thank Hylia for Purah and her special contraceptives, she thinks with a giggle, not for the first time, nor even the tenth.
Link dutifully cleans up the mess he made on the floor, on her stomach, and on her chest. “We should probably bathe before bed,” he says, tossing the tissues into the trash. Seeing him there in front of her, cock swinging between his legs as he walks back over to help her pull herself up into a sitting position...despite everything they'd just done, the sight makes her want to go again. Tomorrow , she tells herself with a small smile. Even Link has his limits.
“Maybe we should,” she says in answer to his question, “but that can wait till tomorrow morning. Royal dinners tire me just by themselves; a royal dinner followed by this is positively exhausting.”
“So,” he says, letting her pull him down again to lay behind her. She shimmies back into his chest; he’s always so warm. Closing her eyes, she pulls his arms around her waist. “What you’re saying is that we can bathe together tomorrow morning.”
“I’m not not saying that,” she teases, wearily. Already she can feel exhaustion tugging at her eyelids.
“Sounds good to me.” Pulling the blankets over the two of them, Link kisses her head. “Have a good sleep, Princess.”
Zelda’s response is so quiet and drowsy as to be almost unintelligible, but Link’s response is clear as day, and her lips twitch into a smile even as she finally falls asleep.
“Love you too, Zel.”