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Zelda’s fingers grazed the etched and worn spines of donated books as she strolled down the narrow aisles. The new Hateno Library was filling up beautifully. Hudson Construction had made quick work of the project, setting to work immediately after she had approved the plans. She had spent that week knocking on each neighbor's door and plastering posters around the cozy town asking for any and all volunteers to donate their long forgotten books to the prospective library. The response was overwhelming, the still unfurnished lobby packed to the brim with boxes of the town's collective charity as soon as its doors were built.
The restorations were finally back on track, not that they’d faltered for long. When Zelda returned to her Hylian state, she had refused to loiter around and dwell on what all had occurred. She was determined to move forward, to continue on with her life and bettering those of her people. The Demon King had taken far too much already, she wouldn’t waste any more of her life obsessing over him or what he had done. It was over and time to move on.
Soon the sun would set and the library's wonderful stained windows would grow dark, limiting their work to the aisles that still had sufficient light. Hudson Construction was already working on supplemental lamps.
Her footsteps echoed through the large room, its vaulted ceiling overhead bouncing the sound of her flats against the polished wooden floor back to her. Faintly, she could hear Link working, continuing to shelve the stack of pre-sorted books on the opposite side of the aisle. Soft thuds followed by a gentle slide of the heavy pages repeated as the shelves filled up.
They had decided to divide the donated books into three groups: history, education, and entertainment. Though history and education often overlapped, they elected to have “history” be for history of the land and its people exclusively. Education would be for anything else one would wish to learn, from ancient languages to modern gardening. The entertainment group was for anything else, which turned out to be the largest section so far. It was unsurprising since she’d asked for donations of forgotten books.
Eventually she’d divide the entertainment section into subgroups, but to start out, they were all grouped together on the same shelves. There’s only so much you can gather from a book by skimming through a random set of its pages to determine fact from fiction, it’d take significantly more time to separate by genre.
Zelda continued to trail her hand down the line of repurposed books, riding along the hills and valleys between the spines. Rough, worn book cloth gently scratched the pads of her fingers, broken only by the occasional smooth imprint or embossed stitches of its lettering. In the hazy afternoon glow, she read the various titles as she went along.
A slim novel was held in deep blue cotton with faded, silver tread. Sea and the Heart.
Thicker than the last was a light gray, medium sized book with stitched pink lettering. The Fanged Rose.
The next was dressed in deep burgundy with gold foil pressed into its spine. Prince’s Fortune.
The titles went on, all obscure in name adorned in different colors and a variety of lengths. When she and Link had sorted through the first few boxes of donated works, it seemed the majority of the entertainment group would be comprised of fantasy stories. Tales taking place in far away lands or with creatures entirely foreign to Hyrule.
Reaching the middle of the aisle, blocked by a three-quarters empty box at her feet, she was reminded how she had her own stack of books she’d been shelving before taking a break to stretch out her knees, sore and stiff from kneeling too long. With a sigh, she sat herself on the floor beside the box to resume her work. Though they’d already sorted through the titles once, she still flipped through each book, letting fate choose the page to skim and confirm it belonged.
The spine of the book in her hand squeaked as she opened to a random page.
Darcie ran through the field of knee-high weeds, refusing to look back. The exposed skin of her legs burned, scraped and beaten by the stems. Her heart beat erratically. The pale white skin of Esme Sanford had stained her mind. Her childhood best friend, whom she hadn’t seen since she was a young girl, had floated over the river with eyes devoid of life.
Horror or mystery, Zelda deemed. Definitely entertainment. She slid it onto the shelf and grabbed the next book, its stiff spine creaked a number of times as she picked a section.
“You must believe me, officer!” Leyla begged, hands clasped around the cold metal bars that caged her in. “I didn’t do it!”
The burly, tall officer barely lifted an eye in her direction. His low voice boomed around the cement cell. “Explain the blood on your hands.”
As if she were burned, Leyla retracted her hands from the iron bars. Bloodstains remained in their place. She swore down at her stained palms. She was doomed.
Crime, Zelda noted internally and slid the novel beside the last. The next one she retrieved seemed to fall open on its own, the spine silent.
Declan’s hands roamed Nella’s womanly waist freely, nipping the gentle skin of her neck as he pushed her against the tree. A delicious sound poured from her as he caged her in and pressed his thigh between hers. He swallowed her moans in a fervent kiss, greedily tasting her pleasure on his tongue.
Zelda snapped the book shut with heated cheeks. Distracting herself with logic rather than retelling the scene, she deemed that the book would not be appropriate in the hands of a child. She placed it aside for future sorting and retrieved the next one. Its spine was cracked and heavily faded, obviously very well loved.
Tassa circled around Kye, watching as his beautiful hazel eyes followed her, transfixed on her every movement. Each step echoed through the room, counting down to the torment that awaited him.
“You’ve been bad,” Tassa cooed, dragging a fingertip down the side of Kye’s neck. He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably on his bruising knees. “I should have you executed.”
Kye’s eyes widened in worry, tears welling within them. She knew he'd have spewed apologies and begged for his life if his mouth weren’t already filled with a cloth gag, keeping him quiet.
Tassa continued. “But you can be forgiven.” In a flash, she untied the fabric that had silenced him, the spit-soaked rag falling to the floor. She grabbed a fistfull of soft, sandy hair, and pulled him towards her naked pussy, watching as his eyes glossed over and fell half-lidded. “Earn it,” she demanded.
“Yes, Princess,” Kye breathed before—
Zelda snapped the book shut much more violently than the last. The harsh clap of its pages bounced off the high ceiling, echoing throughout the library and ringing in her ears.
A wide eyed, worried Link rounded the corner of the aisle immediately. He paused upon seeing the book in her hand and waited, seemingly for her to explain.
“I’m fine,” Zelda said, coughing to mask the way her voice broke. “I apologize for the noise, I hadn’t intended to shut it that loud.”
Link gave a loose shrug and, upon seeing she was safe, returned to his side of the bookshelves. Zelda let her own shoulders relax, setting the inappropriate book aside. Its cover stared back at her, a rich sapphire blue with its title debossed in a shimmering pale-blue foil. A Knight's Honor.
She busied herself by skimming and shelving the remainder of the books in her box, thankful that none of the other books seemed to contain adult content. Packing the two books she’d set aside into her messenger bag, hating the idea of accidentally mixing them back up into the tens of boxes of remaining books, she joined Link in shelving what he had left.
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Within a week, Hudson Construction had installed the supplemental lights throughout the library, allowing plenty of light for after-dusk visitors. She should be able to get plenty of work done now without nightfall forcing her to leave. With a grateful smile, she wished the remaining workers goodnight as they departed. She shut and locked the doors behind them. Hateno was always safe, she wasn’t worried of any threat, but she’d hate to be startled or imposed on while she worked. Link was off on a short trip up North to visit Sidon and the Zora people, which left her alone in the library. Securing the doors was a precaution at best.
The number of boxes of unsorted books had dwindled over the course of the past few days. Zelda had spent the entirety of her afternoons sorting through and shelving what remained while Link was away. She anticipated more boxes to arrive due in time, promised shipments from the outer regions, so she wanted to clear as much as she could before then. Only two boxes remained, one already half emptied.
She worked well into the evening after the Hudson Construction workers left, the golden glow of dusk coming and going as she shelved the final box. Hateno Library was nearly fit to open; a sparse selection of true history available for academics, a sizable education section for the scholarly and curious, and a vast entertainment collection sprawling most of the aisles ready for the public eye. Satisfied, Zelda tossed her shoulder bag over her head, securing a thumb under the strap to ease the weight. She went around and extinguished the newly installed lamps before leaving, being sure to lock up behind her.
Hateno had grown dark and quiet, young children already asleep in their beds and their parents relaxing in the well earned silence. Crickets chirped in the distance, calling for each other from the outskirts of town. Leaves crunched beneath her feet as she strolled up the hill, following the path to Link’s house. She had returned to living there after the Demon King’s demise, her and Link taking solace in their previous routine.
The castle had been too quiet after she’d awoken from sealing away Calamity Ganon for a hundred years, all that had remained were unfortunate reminders of her deceased parents and her unavoidable responsibilities, anyway. She needed something familiar to keep her grounded. Link had been the only constant through that time, having spent those hundred years not doing much other than praying for him to survive and waiting for him to awaken. When she mentioned the loneliness in the castle, he had happily offered for her to stay with him.
Zelda unlocked the door to the house, stepping into what once was unfamiliar territory and was now her home, too. Over the past few years, her and Link’s relationship had grown into an interesting direction. One that her seventeen year old self would gawk and gag at. Following the second calamity fight, Link had refused to be dismissed of his knightly duties to Zelda, despite her offering and insisting he pursue something he wanted to do and not what fate had destined him to. This confused Zelda at the time until she learned it was her he’d wanted to pursue. He never said it outright, but as her own feelings blossomed for the knight, the pieces simply fell into place. Possibly it was still fate at play, pushing them together in all lifetimes, but Zelda couldn’t really complain. They were happy together.
The house was always eerily quiet without Link around. Her footsteps seemed to echo louder, the floorboards seemed to creak more often as she settled herself in, igniting the various lamps and lanterns to get rid of any worrying shadows. Link, the blessing that he was, had prepared some food for her for while he was gone. Zelda was a fine cook on her own, but he knew how much she liked his cooking. She sliced herself a serving of nutcake off the little that remained hidden beneath a cheesecloth and seated herself at the small dining table below the loft.
Slinging the shoulder strap back over her head, she deposited her messenger bag to the table, too. She took a large bite out of the helping of nutcake, savoring the nutty sweetness, and pulled the three confiscated books out of her bag. Two of which she’d found a week before, the third Link had handed her red-faced and stuttering while trying to explain its contents. Zelda was sure that, if not for the forgotten nature of the books donated, these three wouldn’t have been donated in the first place. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. Sure, she could house them in the library, but the risk of them falling into too young of hands was much too grand. She could return them to their previous owners, but she had no way of identifying who had donated them, or sparing them the embarrassment of rejecting their charity. She would hold onto them for now.
One of the passages she’d skimmed had remained in the back corner of her mind over the past week, embedding itself in the far edges of her consciousness, continuing to pester her until she paid it attention. She had ignored it successfully until after Link had left for his trip, who’d left her with a night of soft and sweet love-making and an innocent kiss when he departed, promising to return soon. Once Link was out of sight and far beyond the reaches of Hateno, the small passage of A Knight’s Honor refused to be ignored.
The night before Link had left was routine, it was their normal. A mutual exchange of soft, intimate touches and love expressed through pleasure, and Zelda loved every minute of it. It was what they deserved, after all, and she was grateful. Nothing but immense love, care, and satisfaction shared between them.
But they never did more than that. Zelda, curious as she was, always harbored a few ideas and scenarios in the back of her mind, but she was content as it was now. However, her curious nature loved to betray her.
Especially when the passage she’d read was eerily close to home.
Finishing the final bite of nutcake, Zelda indulged in her incessant need to know and opened A Knight’s Honor to the first page.
She learned that Tassa was a young princess, heir to the throne of a vast kingdom who was currently at war with a neighboring land. There had been multiple threats made to her life during the war, knowing she would be a worthy hostage to force surrender. She was strong and determined, had a soft heart for her two younger sisters, and was not one to back down. Kye, on the other hand, was one of the kingdom's strongest knights. He’d joined the royal guard young, leaving a mother and sister back home to make proud. He was roughly the same age, if not slightly older than the Princess, and liked to follow orders to a T. Hence the King’s orders to keep Tassa safe. He’d successfully stopped multiple kidnapping attempts shortly after being appointed, quickly earning Tassa’s trust.
However, Tassa’s trust entailed the knowledge of her occasional sneak-outs, too. Kye obliged in her efforts, choosing not to pick a fight and instead tag along if it meant keeping her safe. They sneaked around town, disguising themselves as towns-folk and stealthily slipping into late-night pubs for a dance or two. It hadn’t taken them long to fall in love.
Tassa loved the way her knight came to her every beckon and call, refusing to give up any orders he’d been given with, and that remained true in the bedroom. Tassa called the shots, ordering Kye submit. To kneel, to crawl, and to bring her to orgasm again and again before he was allowed one himself.
The power Tassa held, the vulnerability and beautiful submission displayed by Kye, and the ultimate exchange of trust, Zelda would be lying if she said it wasn’t intriguing. It was hot.
Zelda nearly jumped out of her skin with a warm pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders, petal-soft lips pecking the side of her neck. The familiar scent of Link engulfed her. She hadn’t heard him arrive home.
“Hi,” Link whispered into her skin, squeezing her gently around the shoulders. Zelda smiled, safe in his arms despite the sudden shock, and met his lips in a soft kiss.
“I didn’t think you were home until tomorrow morning?” Zelda asked when Link released her.
Link raised a brow. “It is morning,” he said flatly.
Noticing the morning light streaming through the windows, realization dawned on her. She must have read through the night.
“Oh,” is all Zelda said in response. Link chuckled as he moved to make breakfast, likely recognizing the all-too-familiar habit of Zelda becoming so entranced in something she doesn’t notice the time pass. She had less than a quarter of the book left to go, too, only a small section of pages tucked beneath her thumb. Seemingly already anticipating the question, Link waved her way as if to say “go back to what you were doing.”
With a grateful smile, she did just that.
Tassa had been captured after Kye had been knocked out cold one evening. The rival kingdom had learned of her outings with her knight and had cornered them, dispatching Kye almost immediately. Alone in a prison cell, damp and humid from being underground, Tassa waited to be saved. Kye was forced to admit his failure and the forbidden excursions they’d done to the King, knowing he would have his head as soon as the Princess was saved, but that didn’t matter to Kye. All that mattered was that Tassa would be saved. The King recruited the royal soldiers, refusing to back down to the demands of the abductors. After a lengthy search and a near-death fight between Kye and the prison guards, Tassa was freed.
Kye begged Tassa to flee. To run far, far away and escape the needs of her kingdom. She had always hated the life she lived, always searching for a way out, and this was freedom on a silver platter. But that meant Kye would be sentenced to death immediately upon realizing his deceit, if it hadn't already been decided. She refused to flee, staying by his side until her father, the King, found them. Tassa explained everything that happened from her sneaking out, to their nights out dancing and sneaking around the city, to how Kye had been the one to save her. Disappointed, but mostly relieved her daughter was safe, Kye was pardoned.
The war ended shortly after then, the rivaling kingdom’s most prized possession stolen back and the majority of their next soldiers ultimately defeated. Tassa survived and Kye lived, now happily together and being wed. The final chapter was that of their wedding night.
“You’ve been so, so good, my knight. My husband,” Tassa praised, languidly stroking the angry cock standing proud on Kye’s stomach. He writhed beneath her touch, arms stretched far above him and secured in place. The tie he’d worn during the ceremony was stretched over his eyes. “It’d be a shame if you failed now. You’ve come so far,” she cooed, swiping her thumb over the pearl of precome that’d gathered at the tip. “You won’t fail, will you?”
Kye shook his head violently side to side, as much as he could from trapped between her thighs. “No! No, Princess. I promise!” He pleaded and cried out on a particularly tight stroke of his cock, hips lifting off the bed. His lips glistened with her slick.
“Good,” Tassa lowered her pussy back down to his mouth, muffling any further sounds. “Don’t come before I do.” She took him into her own mouth then, lapping around the swollen head before enveloping him in wet heat. His delicious moans vibrated against her clit, urging her closer to climax.
“What are you reading?” Link asked with a curious eye peering over her shoulder. Zelda stilled, all too distracted from the scene to close the book in time. Link reeled back, cheeks ablaze and eyes wide. Mind catching up to her, Zelda slowly closed the book, forgoing the reminder of the story.
A tense moment passed between them, Zelda mortified and Link embarrassed. Thankfully Link broke the silence with an awkward chuckle. “Explains why your face is so pink.”
“Liiiiiink,” Zelda groaned, hiding her face in her hands. Mortified was putting it lightly. Link broke into a laugh, easing the tension.
“I’m sorry! I was curious!” He threw his hands up, raising a white flag of truce, though the flush on his cheeks only darkened. When Zelda held his gaze, he looked away. He seemed to be holding his tongue.
Zelda narrowed her eyes on him, watching him flounder in the hot seat. This was his fault after all, his own pestering eyes getting the better of him. She cocked her head to the side, crossed her arms, and waited. They’ve played this game before, Link looking as if he has more to say, Zelda coaxing it out of him one way or another. Usually by waiting. And staring.
“No, stop it.” Link closed his eyes and shook his head, the tips of his ears practically glowing red. After a solid minute of quiet, he peeked through one eye to find her still staring at him, waiting. He deflated when he forfeited, shoulders slouching forward, eyes still anywhere but on hers. “Fine, I just…” He took a breath, hesitating. “Are you into that sort of thing? We’ve never talked about it.”
Zelda can’t just say she was into pretty much every sort of thing the book had laid out for her, so she asked to clarify. “What ‘sort of thing’ exactly?”
“The… um,” Link scratched at the back of his neck, finally meeting Zelda’s eyes. There was something cautious about them. Something careful. “Well, any of that.” He gestured to the closed book still in Zelda’s hands. “All I saw was the bondage part… And how he was clearly being submissive,” he admitted, looking away as his flush traveled down his neck.
Zelda was flushed, too. For one, she always adored seeing Link flustered. He refused to show any emotion, let alone any vulnerabilities, for nearly as long as she’d known him until recent years. His true colors were beautiful and nearly blinding, she couldn’t help but be pleased when they presented themselves. And two, she could very much use this to her advantage.
Very carefully, she asked, “Are you?”
He replied equally as carefully. They could always tell each other anything, there was no question of that, but this was unchartered territory. “I’m open to the idea.”
There. A spark to follow. A flicker of flames. Zelda sat the book on the table.
“Would you want to try?”
Her question hung heavy in the air, laden with unknowns and uncertainties, but an overwhelming bubble of curiosity kept it buoyant. He just had to take the bait.
Link nodded.
And take the bait he did. Zelda, already harboring the different ways this could go in the back of her mind, was more than ready to try. And try she will.
“Use your words,” she requested softly, tone light and airy. Baby steps.
A look of hesitation crossed Link’s features, brows knitting and shoulders stiffening. Rebellion, almost, but he eventually decided otherwise. “Yes,” he said, a bit breathless. “I want to try.”
Zelda grinned then, unable to help herself. Pride swelled in her chest, coursing through her veins. She could do this. Link’s gaze seemed to follow the stretch of her lips, entranced, before darting back up to her eyes. There was a wall present in them. One she’d pick apart down brick by brick if she had to.
Link seemed to be awaiting an order, and Zelda tried to find one that’d ease him in. Did she know what she was doing? No. But she didn’t exactly have the strength to overpower and force him into submission, nor was she sure that’d work since he’s a fighter at heart. She knew this was a mental game. She had to worm her way inside and guide him down gently.
Deciding on one, Zelda gestured to the chair opposite her at the table. “Sit,” she instructed, wanting to create a neutral territory for now. “Let’s talk it through first.”
Link nodded in agreement as he sat across from her, obviously stiff and nervous. Stepping into her new role, into shoes she’s not sure would fit, she continued. “All I want to do is to have fun and make you feel good,” she said confidently. It was always true. “Would it make you feel good if I told you what to do?”
Link swallowed then nodded. He held her gaze.
Zelda pressed further. “What if I took away your control entirely? Like restraining your hands or covering your eyes? Would that make you feel good?”
A faster nod this time. Good. This was progress. She had another important question to ask before she went any further. “How would you let me know if what we were doing was too much?”
“Like a safeword?” Link asked. Right, she’d heard of that at some point. Maybe he knew more about this than she did. Who knows what went on in the garrison all those years ago.
“Yes, like a safeword. But also something that tells me we need to slow down or take a break instead of stopping fully, too.”
Link nodded, seeming to grow more comfortable around the topic. “There’s a color system I could use, red, yellow, and green. Green is good, yellow is to slow down, and red is to stop entirely.” Link paused, brows knitting, worrying his bottom lip. “I didn’t think we would jump into anything…intense that fast, though.”
“We won’t,” Zelda assured. It wasn’t her plan either, but it would be good to talk it out beforehand. “But just in case.”
“Right,” Link echoed on an exhale. “Just in case.” It seemed to comfort him knowing so, his shoulders relaxing.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” Zelda continued to assure him, watching as the tension slowly left his posture and the space between his brows smoothed. “Let’s go upstairs?” She asked, standing from her seat and offering a hand to Link. He smiled as he took it, following her up into the loft.
Zelda guided him to their bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pulling Link close, his hips between her thighs. She kissed him softly, craning her neck at the angle as he ducked to meet her lips, a strong and calloused hand buried deep in her hair. She melted into the touch, deepening the kiss with an inviting swipe of her tongue against his bottom lip. Zelda kept it neutral ground, allowing for an equal exchange of control, eventually leading into hums and sighs of satisfaction as they grew hungrier and desperate for more.
Zelda allowed Link to kiss down her neck, nipping and lapping at the skin how he knew she liked from much practice. She hummed from deep in her chest, allowing her eyes to flutter shut and her hands to find comfort in his hair. After enough self indulgence, she gently tugged Link away.
“Ready?” She asked, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation. The wall was still there, but no fear, no worry.
“Yeah,” he whispered against her lips. Zelda allowed for one more kiss before pulling him back again, harder this time. A soft, surprised sound escaped him.
“Kneel,” she demanded, tone full of a confidence she didn’t know she had. Before her very eyes, her strong, courageous, beautiful knight slowly sank to his knees. With two soft thuds, he settled on the hard floor, sitting back on his feet to relieve some of the pressure. Zelda smiled, pleased, as Link stared wide-eyed back up to her. Guarded, cautious but curious. To express her gratitude, she caressed one of his cheeks as they steadily grew a darker shade of scarlet before retreating her hand. Time for the next command. “Strip your shirt.”
That was an easy one, Link showing no hesitation as he crossed his arms. He reached for the hem of his shirt and freed his torso of the cotton fabric, leaving his strong, sun-kissed and battle-scarred torso on full display. This deserved another small reward. Zelda drew a line from the curve of his shoulder, in and down the center of his chest. With as much practice they’d have over the years in love making, she knew the spots he liked to be touched best. She avoided those for now, trailing her fingers back up and over the opposite shoulder before moving away.
Time to take things up a notch.
“I want to see you,” Zelda said, slowly trailing her eyes down his body, appreciating each and every mark that showed how strong and powerful he’d always been and always would be, before flicking back up to his eyes. “Pants, off.”
Link was slower to move this time, having to disobey the first command in order to follow this third one. He rocked back onto his knees, unfastening his trouser tie and tugging it down. He hesitated, looking up to her with questioning eyes as he hooked his thumb around the waistband of his undershorts. Zelda nodded, encouraging him to strip bare. Once free of the fabric, entirely nude, he resumed kneeling in front of her.
Zelda took a moment to appreciate him. He was flushed in much more than his cheeks, the beautiful shade of red covering his neck and chest, too. His hands were clenched into fists, held on his knees, as if uncertain what to do with them. His half-hard cock hung pitifully between his thighs.
Him entirely nude wasn’t anything new, but he usually wasn’t nude alone. Noticing how he refused to return her gaze since stripping off his pants, she checked in. “How are you doing?” She asked softly, voice barely carrying the whisper. “Color?”
Link closed his eyes for a moment and Zelda watched as his chest slowly rose with a deep inhale. He let it out slowly. “Good. Green. It’s just new. I don't know what I’m supposed to be doing, exactly.”
“You’re doing perfect, Link,” she assured and some tension eased out of his shoulders. “I’ll tell you what you need to do. You don’t need to do anything else.” He nodded and relaxed a little more. “Can I touch you?”
Link nodded eagerly, shifting closer.
“Don’t move,” she ordered. He immediately moved back into where he’d been and stayed. “Use your words. Can I touch you?”
Link nodded again but managed to correct himself. “Yes.”
“Don’t move,” Zelda repeated and pushed herself from the bed. She would touch him, but this was as much of a mind game as it was a physical one, if not more. She slowly sank to her own knees in front of him, trailing her gaze over his body. When he turned his face away, shying from the attention, Zelda reached out and placed a palm on his chest. This calmed him, brows softening and eyes following her hand as she moved. She caressed his chest, fingertips gliding over the scars that marked him, up and over his shoulder and back down his strong arms.
As he started to relax into the touch, she leaned over and began to kiss his neck. Beneath her lips she felt the sharp intake of breath, startled from the touch since his eyes had closed sometime while she’d been touching him. His pulse was fast and erratic, a stark opposite of the calm, stoic demeanor he wore. She pecked at the skin lightly before opening her mouth slightly and letting her tongue tease the sensitive flesh, grazing her teeth gently over his pulsepoint. A soft sound escaped him, a mix of a quiet sigh and a whimper. One of his hands had found her, holding her gently by the waist as she continued down his neck. When she bit down harder, sucking his skin between her teeth just below his jaw, his grip tightened, and she retreated.
He seemed to realize his mistake before she had to say it, eyes snapping open and hand returning to atop his knee, fist clenched.
“Hands to yourself,” Zelda said. Link nodded, keeping his hands firmly in place. Zelda continued where she left off, resuming her trail of hot kisses down his neck and to his chest. When her fingers palmed up his sides, finding a small, pink nipple to brush her thumb over, a slightly louder sound escaped him and his hand returned to her.
“Sorry,” Link whispered, retreating his hand immediately. He looked up to Zelda in pity.
“Must I tie them for you to listen?” Zelda asked, standing and moving out of reach. Link frowned. She knew he loved feeling her soft curves and caressing any skin he could reach, showing his appreciation for her womanly figure as often as he could. He also, more often than not, searched for purchase in the bedsheets if she was busy with him but out of reach. Not having his hands would be a challenge. A challenge that’d force him to hand over control.
Link decided. “No, I’ll listen.” He looked down, voice quieter. “I’ll be good.”
“One more time and I’m tying them.” Zelda reasoned. Link nodded, eyes full of a renewed determination. She’d make it hard, test his self control. She wanted him to fail.
She restarted her touches, beginning from the opposite side of his neck, nipping and ghosting over the skin while grazing her fingertips up and down his sides. Soft hums left him occasionally, muffled through a bitten lip, clearly holding back as he willed himself still. His hands tensed and relaxed over his thighs, fighting with himself and his instincts. Zelda’s hands caressed his torso again, appreciating the ridges and soft bumps of his stomach up to his pecks. In one swift move, she pinched at the opposite nipple and bit down softly over his pulsepoint.
Link’s body jolted with a choked out moan, hands flying up to her wrists; not to stop them, but to hold on. He let go almost as quickly.
“Hands behind your back, and wait,” Zelda instructed immediately. Link frowned, clearly disappointed he'd failed such a simple task and reluctantly agreed. Something in the wall behind his eyes had cracked. She moved quickly, not necessarily having something designated to tie him with, and having to be resourceful instead. A tie would work, if the book taught her anything.
Behind her, Link cursed at himself, but kept his hands behind him, waiting and ready. The wooden dresser drawer scraped against its frame and she pulled out two ties, ones Link never really had the occasion to wear. Link’s cautious eyes watched as she approached, a brow raised in silent question with the second tie. He seemed to know better than to ask.
Zelda squatted behind him, taking both of his wrists in her hands and carefully restrained them within the tie. She was careful to not fasten it too tight, not wanting to cut off circulation, and was sure to use a familiar knot she’d be able to undo quickly. Though, she knew Link could likely shimmy his way out of it somehow if he needed.
When she was satisfied, she released his wrists. She circled back around, standing in front of him. “Pull.”
Link did, gently, testing the strength of the tie. His eyes widened as if he just now realized the implications. He was vulnerable, at her mercy.
“You’re safe,” Zelda reminded him, combing her fingers through his fringe as she knew he liked. He leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he accepted the comfort. “Relax.”
“I’m trying,” Link said, voice laced with something akin to disappointment. Like it was harder than he thought.
She had a feeling this would happen. After a moment of consideration, Zelda twisted the second tie around in her hands. “Can I cover your eyes too?”
It was a reach, she knew it, but it was worth a try. Link watched the tie weave around her fingers, gears ticking silently behind his eyes. Finally, his shoulders relaxed again, and he nodded.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Zelda reached for his chin, gently coaxing him to look up at her. It was a stretch for him since she was standing, but he followed her nonetheless. The wall was cracking.
“We can stop anytime,” she said and released his chin, kneeling beside him as she wrapped the silk fabric around his eyes. She gently tied it in place, ensuring the widest part of the tie would block all light. Pleased, she kissed him on the cheek softly. He jolted slightly, breath hitching from not expecting it. “Color?” She asked, pressing a kiss to the opposite cheek.
“Green,” he whispered, voice much smaller than before.
“I’m going to keep touching you. If it’s too much, tell me.” With a final kiss right on his lips, she returned her hands to him. Both his hands and sight had been taken from him, two of his most vital weapons, she was sure this was hard.
She’d need to reward him, and well. He deserved it.
Zelda moved more confidently, feeling power in his limited movements. Her hands grazed his chest again, thumbs swiping over taut, pink nipples and earning a gasp in response. Encouraged, she continued down. Brushing her fingertips down the expanse of his stomach, caressing his sturdy hips, she grazed down his body until her hands were at his thighs. His knees were red from the strain of his weight against the hard floor, surely growing sore. He’d been so good staying in position.
As if to prepare him, Zelda slowly smoothed both hands from his knees up to his thighs, continuing back to his hips. She released one hand, watching how Link sucked his bottom lip between his teeth in anticipation, and gently grasped around his hardening cock. It’d been half-hard for some time, his nerves and anxiety likely killing some of his arousal, but it grew hard and hot in her hand quickly. Link’s hips jolted with the first touch and he moaned loudly when her hand stroked him once.
Evilly, she released him, leaving the swollen cock to its own devices, which were currently tied behind his back. Her hands left him entirely and Link made a sound of protest.
“Did you like that?” She cooed, hand hovering just above his cock, close enough he’d be able to feel the warmth of her palm. He kept still.
“Yes!” He rasped, his bottom lip now swollen and red from having bitten it so hard for so long. “Please.”
A lightning bolt of desire struck her, fizzling through her veins from somewhere deep in her core, flooding her with arousal. It had already been there, simmering below the surface, but the plea was like a match to a flame.
“Please what?” She asked, attempting to hide the way her voice wavered in excitement.
He hesitated before slouching forward, body yielding from the fight. His head hung heavy between his shoulders. “Please touch me,” he whispered.
It was a delectable sound, the plea tumbling from his lips. She grasped him again, much softer, teasing the overly sensitive skin. Link hissed in a breath through his teeth, thighs tensing. His shoulders flexed, wrists likely fighting the binds. Zelda continued like that, moving slowly and teasingly over his cock in a way she knew had to be frustrating rather than pleasurable. She waited until he was panting with his mouth slightly parted before asking, “Like this?”
He shook his head and whimpered when she released him again, chasing the heat of her hand as it retreated away and out of reach.
“Stand,” Zelda ordered, standing herself and hooking her hand around one of his arms. He stood on wobbly knees, legs tired and stiff, if not numb, from holding the kneel for so long. He didn’t need to move far as Zelda pushed him backwards until the backs of his thighs hit the bed. “Sit.”
He sat, shoulders stretching and shifting against the binds. When he was secure on the bed, sat with knees and calves hanging off the edge, Zelda backed away with quiet steps. She made an effort to keep silent as she slowly, slowly sank to her knees.
She waited until he squirmed, limiting her breathing to keep her position hidden and him guessing.
“Zelda?” He called a few minutes later, beginning to actually fight against the holds. She pitied him then, not wanting to worry him too much. She moved forward, pushing his thighs apart with each hand. Link gasped from the unexpected touch, but Zelda wasn’t done there.
“S-shhit!” Link moaned loudly, hips bucking as Zelda licked a stripe from the base of his cock up to the head, keeping a firm grasp around his length to hold him still. The desperate sound reverberated around the room, filling her with thick, syrupy heat that flooded her veins and pooled in her core. A few stitches of his tie snapped.
“Be good,” Zelda challenged, stroking him once before ghosting her breath over the head of his angry and swollen cock, circling her tongue around it once. Link cursed again, which turned into a long, drawn-out cry when she took him into her mouth. This was something they did on special occasions, Link always uncertain about Zelda being on her knees for him, but he deserved it.
And she wanted to break down that wall in any way possible.
Her lips stretched around him, her jaw relaxing to accommodate the intrusion. Though she hadn’t many others to compare him to (zero, to be exact), it was a good size. Perfect for her. She breathed carefully through her nose before sinking lower, taking in a good half of his length before tears began to prickle in her eyes. An automatic response from the foreign touch to the back of her tongue. She used her hand to grasp the rest of the length, not wanting to push herself too much, but wanting to please him all the same.
By now, Link’s soft pants and groans had become a continuous stream of needy, desperate pleads. His thighs flexed and trembled as she worked him, knowing he was especially weak to this act. She’d love to make him come undone like this, but that wasn’t the extent of her plan. If she wanted to break down his walls and have him submit to her, she’d break them down entirely. And she wanted to watch as they crumbled.
She released him with a soft pop, earning a whine in protest as it cooled in the air. He twitched, arms fighting the holds again. His brows were knit tightly, lips parted as he caught his breath.
“Link, I want you to scoot back and lay down, flat. I’ll put a pillow behind your head,” Zelda instructed and watched as he moved. It was a challenge, an awkward mix of shifting and shoving until he was sat entirely on the bed. He didn’t lay down, though.
“Can you adjust my hands?” Link asked weakly. It’d be uncomfortable for him to lay on them as they were, she realized. With a hum of agreement, Zelda carefully untied his wrists, soothing the rouged skin with her thumbs and allowing him a moment to stretch out his shoulders. He finally settled into the pillow Zelda had moved for him a few minutes later, laying flat against the mattress. Without Zelda asking, he raised his wrists over his head, fingers stretching to feel the wooden bars of their headboard, and waited.
“Good boy,” Zelda praised mindlessly, genuinely pleased from the openness to being tied again. Link made a noise akin to a squeak, hands flexing where his wrists waited. She wasted no more time binding his wrists back together and using the headboard to keep them in place. By the time she was done, she found him worrying his bottom lip again and his thighs rubbing together, his cock angrily drooling over his stomach.
She trailed her hands down his body again, feeling and appreciating the strength that lay just beneath the surface. Eventually, her hands left him and she undressed herself. She tried to be quiet, but her clothes falling to the floor echoed in the room. From the corner of her eye, Link’s cock twitched at one point as a heavier fabric fell, freed of her clothes. Nude as much as he was, she crawled onto the bed with him. The mattress dipped beneath her knees, telling him where she moved despite her best efforts. She straddled over his hips, and with a brazen moment of courage, crawled up and sat on his chest. She reached for the blindfold, covering his eyes as she removed it to help adjust to the light of the room. He slowly blinked them open, surprised by the gesture, and appreciative of the view.
“What’s your color?” Zelda asked, caressing his cheek. His eyes were wide and soft, much less guarded than before, but still weary.
“Green,” he confirmed, smiling softly.
“Good,” Zelda smiled, too, and returned to her plan. “Now make me come.”
She moved quickly, not giving herself any moment to hesitate as she shifted further up, caging his face between her legs, and lowering herself onto his mouth. His eyes watched her, wide and full of wonder, falling closed as he lapped up at her. His hands above him flexed and fought the tie, as he often pulled her closer and deeper in this position, but Zelda didn’t give him that satisfaction. She hovered, letting him get his bearings, before settling her weight down more fully. Not enough to smother, but enough to give him good access and not allow him to catch his breath unless she wanted him to.
He moaned as he lapped at her, teasing around her pussy and tasting her, using what little room he had for movement to please her the best he could. His tongue swiped up and around her clit, sucking it between his lips softly, before returning south and licking into her. Zelda moaned, one of her hands supporting herself on the headboard and the other weaving into his hair, pulling him back and forcing him still. Though he whined in protest, it didn’t last long as she began to use her hips instead, rocking back and forth over his willing tongue. When she let out a breathy curse, a rumbly moan escaped his chest and he began to move with more enthusiasm. She had given him an order.
It didn’t take long, her body already flooded with desire and heat watching Link slowly come apart beneath her touch and control. Her thighs quaked as his practiced tongue skillfully brought her to the edge, spooling something so tight until it shattered, shooting through her body with waves of heat. She came with a cry, tightening her thighs around his head. His face flushed a deep red from the lack of oxygen, continuing to work her through her orgasm until it became too much and she peeled herself away with quaking thighs. His lips and chin glistened with her arousal, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over as if he were far away. Walls crumbling to dust.
She gasped quietly, Link catching his breath loud enough to mask the sound. Pride swelled in her chest.
“You did so good,” she said. Link smiled lazily at the praise. “So, so good for me.” She needed to reward him significantly. She shifted back over him, straddling his hips again, and hovered over his swollen and neglected cock. Though her pussy was tired and oversensitive from her climax, she wanted this. She took his cock in one hand, lining up to her entrance. Link watched her in rapture, deep cerulean eyes glossy and gone, as she slowly sank down onto him.
“Fuck!” He cried, head flying back against the pillow. His eyes squeezed shut, hands pulling so hard at the blinds they were trapped in that the wooden headboard creaked.
Zelda, adjusting to the stretch, traced languid lines down his chest, swiping across his nipples to watch him shiver and twitch. He was so pretty.
“I'm pretty?” He asked, voice soft and breathy. His eyes were open again, small blue slits of deep blue. Zelda hadn't noticed she had said it aloud, but meant it.
“So pretty,” Zelda confirmed, seeing how Link appreciated the praise. “A pretty, pretty boy for me.”
Link began to pant heavily, continuing to tug at his ties as Zelda slowly began to rock her hips. She started at a torturously slow pace, barely enough movement to consider it rocking, drawing out the feeling. This was another position they didn't do often, Link opting to take the sweet missionary position as it usually felt better for Zelda, but she enjoyed it more so watching Link squirm beneath her.
She had another trick up her sleeve that'd send him deeper, push him further to the edge.
“Link,” she breathed, luring his eyes back open. His eyes were so blown, nearly black as he stared openly up at her. “Watch.”
She continued to rock at a lazy pace, one that was teasing to her, too, as she put on a show for Link. He always loved to watch. She trailed her hands up her sides and over the curve of her hips and waist she knew he loved, and towards her chest. She slowly cupped each breast, kneading the soft flesh between her fingers, all while staring Link down. Her face was heated, she always felt a bit flustered touching herself in front of him, but by the way his cock twitched inside her, she knew she was doing something right.
She squeezed and fondled her breasts, occasionally pinching and playing with her nipples, making them grow taut and hard. Link watched shamelessly, mouth slightly open with lips parted as breathy moans poured off his tongue. At some point, she couldn't resist the urge to kiss him and swallow his pretty sounds. So she did, greedily welcoming the taste of her previous pleasure that lingered on his lips, speeding up the pace of her hips until she was almost slamming down on him. She kept going, swallowing his sounds and bouncing until her thighs burned, until Link threw his head back with a desperate, shaky cry.
“Please, Zelda!” He shook beneath her. “Fuck, I'm gonna come. Please let me come.”
“Hold it,” she demanded, knowing she's walking a fine line of breaking his beautiful haze. Link thrashed, pulling against his ties in protest.
“I don't think I can,” tumbled past his lips so quickly Zelda was barely able to distinguish between the words.
Zelda slowed slightly, but not coming to a stop. “Yes, you can. Just a little longer. Be good for me.”
Link cried out again in a shout that echoed off the walls. It was a blessing they didn't have close neighbors. His eyes were scrunched tight, brow deeply furrowed in effort and strain, his neck arched and exposed. He was trying so hard.
She had one last trick up her sleeve, something she'd tucked away in the back of her mind for some time. Months ago, before she'd disappeared, she discovered a kink of his that she hadn't been sure how to discuss after the fact, as they'd found it by accident and a slip of her balance. But she knew by how flushed his face went, how fast his heart raced, and how hard he'd come, it was something he liked more than he'd care to admit.
Using her last bit of energy, Zelda found a steady, quick pace to rock her hips. One of her hands supported her weight, palm pressed flat against his chest. The other reached up high, circling around his throat.
“Oh fuck,” Link’s eyes widened momentarily, the terrible realization dawning on him, before they rolled back and fluttered shut as Zelda pressed her fingers in, cutting off his circulation in the perfect way to make his head grow red and his throat grow silent.
“Come.” She demanded and continued to fuck down onto him, keeping her pace steady and her hand firm. Links arms flexed and pulled, his hips stuttering and thrusting up in time to her movements, and his feet dug into the bed as he came with a silent scream.
She rode him through his climax until she felt him grow pliant and limp, and only then did she release his throat. Link gasped fresh air, blood returning to his cheeks. Tears had begun to spill from his eyes.
Zelda very carefully pulled herself off of him, quietly thanking the goddess above for the existence of birth control elixirs, and cleaned herself up before untying Link's hands. She helped him bring his arms back down, his shoulders cracking as they landed on the sweat-soaked bed. Zelda peppered Links cheeks and face with light kisses, letting him catch his breath and come down. She cleaned him up, too, after ensuring he was content and relaxed, and wound her arms around him after, big-spooning him. Link didn't seem to mind the gentle treatment.
They laid like that for some time, their damp and sticky skin growing cold as their hearts slowed. Zelda swore Link had fallen asleep by how steady and rhythmic his breathing had become until he whispered something inaudible.
“Hm?” Zelda hummed into his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss on the skin between the blade and his spine.
“I went somewhere,” he repeated quietly. His voice was light and calm, but thoughtful. “Somewhere nice.”
Zelda couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped her at how calm and happy he sounded, if not a bit surprised. “I had fun, too.” She squeezed her arms tighter around him.
After a few minutes of blissful silence, Link turned over to face Zelda.
“No, really. I went somewhere.” One of his calloused hands grazed her cheek, brushing the shortly cut hair behind her ear. “Somewhere far away, like my mind disappeared. Somewhere where nothing mattered for a while.”
He grabbed her hand from where it was draped between them, intertwining their fingers. He pressed his lips against each knuckle. “I’d love to take you there, if you'd let me.”
Zelda flushed, a shock of arousal flooding through her as she thought about it; him breaking through that wall of hers. His eyes were absolutely determined as they watched her, full of love and hunger more intense than she’d ever seen from him.
What sort of beast had she awoken?