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The bed was far too forgiving beneath Zelda’s weight, the duvet was far too plush and crinkly as she tossed and turned over again. The sweet escape of sleep had taunted her for yet another long hour. Her stomach churned, twisting up tight and folding over itself as anxiety swirled through her. The Hateno Library was set to open tomorrow, well, today, as she was sure it was far past midnight, but it wasn’t ready yet.
Yes, all the donated books had been sorted and shelved. The lobby had been furnished and tidied in anticipation of its first visitors. Its once bare walls were now decorated with portraits of landscapes gifted from her friends of far. She even had two lovely young women trained and ready to work as soon as the library's doors opened.
But it didn’t feel ready.
Zelda tossed again, bed springs squeaking as she threw herself back to her other side, not bothering to move Link’s arm that was sleepily draped over her waist.
Maybe she’d placed too much faith and hopes into the donations of her generous neighbors. Or maybe it was still eating away at her how she couldn’t donate any of the works from the castle since they’d all been blown to shreds. Maybe it was due to the incredibly tiny selection of true history books, most having turned out to be retellings of legends and exaggerated tales rather than actual informative works. Or maybe it was how nearly all of the books in the entertainment section were far beyond the reading comprehension of Hateno’s young students, inaccessible to the curious adolescents.
She could source more works from her friends up north, holding onto the hope that Purah or Robbie may have some research journals they’d be open to parting with. Or possibly beg Impa to raid her private collection, knowing she housed plenty of notable pieces that were doing nothing but collecting dust when they could feed the minds of young academics instead.
But she didn't have time. The library was opening tomorrow. No, today!
Link’s arm pulled her back in, his unconscious state always seeking to hold and protect. Zelda refused to budge knowing she’d continue to fidget and turn until sleep came, if it even decided to bless her with its presence. When she didn't move, Link moved instead, his sleeping body shifting closer to hers. His chest pressed up against her back, his head resting somewhere in between her shoulders. His legs seeked hers to entangle themselves in, too. Ever the cuddler, he was.
Zelda sighed quietly, not fighting the hold, but not exactly relaxing into it either. She was rigid and stiff, her muscles itching to move. A bit of walking may serve her well.
When she tried to extract herself from Link’s embrace a few minutes later to do exactly that, she couldn’t.
“Hey,” Link’s low, sleep-laden voice rumbled against her back. His arm tensed around her waist, keeping her locked in his hold. “You okay?”
A pang of guilt struck Zelda’s chest at having stirred Link awake.
“Yes, I'm fine, Link,” she answered after a moment, wincing at the irritation which had slipped into her tone.
“You’re worried about tomorrow.” He said. He didn’t state it as a question; he knew it as well as she did.
“It’s not ready,” she admitted for what was likely the tenth time in the past twenty four hours.
“It is,” Link assured, his voice no longer groggy from sleep, but still low and rumbly. His hand began to wander, sneaking beneath the hem of her shirt, holding her gently with a calloused palm against her waist and belly. “It’s perfect.” His thumb stroked against the bottom of her ribcage softly and began to plant soft, barely-there kisses against the back of her neck.
Zelda thought about protesting, undeserving of the sweet attention and riddled with lingering guilt from disturbing Link’s slumber in the first place, until Link suddenly pulled her hip back towards him and down. All thoughts of the library vanished from Zelda’s mind just as fast. He wasted no time crawling over her. The bed dipped as his knees fell on either side of her, pushing craters into the plush surface. His warm, rough hand returned beneath her shirt as the other came up to brace himself on a forearm just beside her head.
“How about this,” Link spoke low and teasingly. He palmed up her side again with more pressure, fingers dancing along the ridges of her ribcage. “After you host the grand opening tomorrow, and everyone loves it, I’ll spoil you.”
Zelda shivered when he ducked his head back between her shoulder and neck, trailing kisses along the flushed skin. “You could spoil me now,” she argued.
Link didn’t answer but by how harshly he nipped at her neck in response, she got the idea. “I want to try something different tomorrow,” he bargained. His lips stretched into a soft grin, teeth shining in the pale light. “But I’ll help you sleep tonight.”
Zelda hummed, not exactly sure what she was agreeing to. Her mind didn’t spend more than a moment actually processing his words since his hot, calloused hands drew up the hem of her shirt occupied her thoughts instead, especially when he slowly began to descend down her body.
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The grand opening ceremony went surprisingly well. They had a fantastic turn out, significantly more visitors than she’d anticipated, including some who’d traveled in for the occasion. Zelda thanked Link relentlessly for his suggestion of contracting a local baker to cater some treats and encouraging her to order far more than she thought they’d need. She had thought he was being a bit shellfish, hoping to snag a few leftovers when the event was over, but the platters were nearly empty only a few hours in.
Not a single guest commented on the lack of a children's section or a spare selection of historical works, all she’d heard was compliments on the intricate woodwork from Hudson Construction and an overwhelming gratitude that she’d had it built in the first place.
By the time the last couple visitors excused themselves, stating they’d “better go make dinner” as the sun began to set over the hills of Hateno, Zelda was exhausted. She’d been buzzing all morning, riddled with anxiety for how the library would be received by the public, followed by hours of hosting and socializing. Hosting events like these were drastically different from the royal one’s she’d been trained on. These ones involved her having to share intimate casual conversation, rather than keeping silent unless asked to speak. She loved getting to know the people who lived and breathed a normal, simple village life, even if it drained her.
They watched the final couple leave after bidding them farewell, the father ushering his two overly excited toddlers out the door while the mother gave them each a patient smile. As soon as the doors closed behind the family, Zelda finally let her shoulders relax.
“You did amazing,” Link came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and very gently pressed his thumbs into the bottom of her neck, massaging her overworked traps. Zelda sighed as warm relief flowed through her, releasing her stress from the day.
“We should celebrate. Salmon Risotto for dinner?” He asked, smiling at her.
Zelda’s stomach rumbled at the thought alone. “That sounds fantastic, Link.” She turned around in his grip. Draping her arms around his neck, she gently pulled him in for a soft, chaste kiss. “Thank you.”
Zelda was walking on air as they headed home. The sunset painted the sky a pastel pink and orange, the crickets beginning to call to each other across the hills of the village, the town's absurd mushroom obsession only making her smile. In the corner of her mind, she still kicked herself for not having completed everything she’d wanted, but by everyone's reaction, the people of Hateno were far beyond excited to have a library in the first place. She could always improve things in the future. For now, she was pleased.
Link went to work cooking immediately when they arrived home. Zelda helped him chop some of the vegetables as he prepared the fish and rice beside her, humming some tune he liked. In no time, they each had hearty bowls of delicious food before them. They shared the meal silently, both a bit socialized out from the day and more than comfortable in each other's quiet.
In the kitchen, Link washed and tidied up their dirtied dishes while Zelda casually read one of the books that’d caught her attention. It was a fruitful story about a young boy who’d been caught in a storm at sea and washed up on a foreign land, discovering the secrets of the small beach town in an attempt to return home.
“Zelda?” Link called a few minutes later. Zelda hummed in response, not looking up from her page but still listening. “Let me know when you’re at a good stopping point.”
She smiled softly, appreciative of the gesture. She muttered something akin to “of course” and continued reading. It took her a bit until she reached the end of the chapter, but she bookmarked the page when she did and searched for Link who’d disappeared upstairs sometime while she read. Immediately at the top of the stairs, she watched as Link fastened a knot on a tie connected to the headboard of the bed.
It was the same tie they’d used a few weeks back.
“What’s this?” She asked, curiosity bubbling up in her.
Link, slightly startled by her sudden appearance, retreated off the bed with a slight pink to his cheeks. Despite his shy demeanor, the tone in which he spoke was clear and confident. “I promised to spoil you, and I will, but it can go one of two ways.”
He approached her then, one hand falling on her hip and the other brushing against her cheek. He guided her to the bed, encouraging her to sit on the plush mattress with obviously fluffed sheets. His lips slowly stretched into a mischievous grin.
“Either you use me however you wish, or you let me please you until I decide I’m done.”
Zelda’s eyes widened but her brows knit together, intrigued but confused.
But he didn’t give her a chance to answer before capturing her into a kiss, so fast she hadn’t even had time to close her eyes before the soft warmth of his mouth was on hers. His fingers combed through her hair and cupped the back of her head. He coaxed her open with practiced ease, teasing her bottom lip with a feather-light brush of his tongue. It was dizzying how deeply he kissed her, how her mind buzzed with static as a growing warmth blanketed her, slowly dialing up. He pushed her back gently, encouraging her to move further onto the bed. When she did, he followed by crawling over her, keeping one hand beneath her head and the other to support himself.
Barely sparing Zelda a moment to catch her breath, Link continued to kiss her as he moved. He brought his thigh between hers, using some of his bodyweight to pin her down beneath him and barely, barely brushed against her. Just enough to let her know he was there. He released the hold on the back of her head and he shoved a pillow into the space instead, ever the gentleman. He used his now free hand to brush down her body. When he reached the hem of her shirt, his fingers teased the soft skin just above her hip, holding her there. Teasing. Taunting.
When Link finally pulled back to catch his breath, his lips swollen and red, he smirked down at her. His hair had fallen out of his pony he liked to keep it in, haloing his features. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink.
“Have you decided yet?” He asked. But again, he allowed her absolutely no time to answer before dipping his head into the crook of her neck, immediately tormenting the sensitive skin there. Zelda sucked in a breath as his teeth grazed along her skin, barely a whisper against her pulsepoint as she writhed beneath him. She tried to wiggle her hips down, searching for something to relieve the ache that was pulsing between her legs, but Link simply nipped at her neck again and pressed her down harder. He pushed her shirt up, exposing the pale expanse of her belly to the soft glow of the loft, and ceased from attacking her neck.
He backed off then, but stayed close. His grin was gone, clearly schooled away by the calculative look in his eye as he watched her, but the fire in his gaze was still ablaze. He had one brow raised.
He was waiting for her to answer him, she realized. Goddess, what had his question been? She’d been so occupied trying to catch her breath that was stolen by each and every touch he made, struggling to think of anything but the way his lips felt on her skin, she'd forgotten.
Link sat up further, enough to grab her hands that had been holding onto dear life in his shirt, and intertwined their fingers. He gently brought them down to the bed, pressing them into the plush duvet on either side of her head. Zelda struggled against the hold, not because she was adverse to it, but it was almost instinctual. Link didn’t give her any wiggle room.
Curiosity sparked in her mind. She was strong, stronger than many would expect as she kept her build powerful and capable, but Link was a soldier, a knight. Her knight. The chosen hero.
So, she struggled harder, testing the limits. And nothing moved. At all.
She flushed deeply, a wave of heat washing over her, continuously cranking up the warmth that flowed through her, pooling low. If it weren’t for the way his fingers gripped her tighter and pressed her further into the bed, it would’ve been for the way his grin returned, stretching across his face with a devilish pride.
Zelda has not once, not ever, been afraid of Link. She didn’t think it would even be possible with how protective he’d always proven to be. But she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little intimidated with how easily he could overpower her. Especially right now.
“What will it be?” Link asked, voice low and tinged with slight amusement from his smirk. Zelda’s heart was beating erratically in her chest, blood pumping fast and hard. So hard she could feel it between her legs, too.
“Link,” She breathed when words finally returned to her. She squirmed under her hold, embarrassment heating her cheeks. “I don’t even remember what you had asked me.”
He chuckled softly, some of his grip loosening from her hands and pressure being slowly removed from her body. He didn’t move far, though. His voice was much lighter when he spoke next, some of his shyness returning. “Do you want one of us to have… control? I’d be more than pleased to submit to you again.” He paused, eyes flicking down her body before returning to her gaze.
“But I’d love for you to let me do the work instead.”
Oh. He was offering to take control. Asking. Link’s original words finally floated to the front of her mind.
“...Or you let me please you until I decide I’m done.”
Zelda flexed her hands and Link responded by returning the pressure that’d previously been on them. Her chest tightened, uncertain. She had some reservations. She rocked her head to the side, choosing to study the way their hands were intertwined beside her head instead of facing him head on.
“What exactly did you…” Zelda faltered, stomach twisting. She was nervous. She closed her eyes and swallowed her hesitations. “What did you have in mind?”
Link, immediately softening having noticed her worry, kissed her cheek tenderly. “Nothing you wouldn’t like,” he assured her. He chuckled softly after a moment. “I don’t have a very eloquent way to put it, but I know you’ll enjoy it.” He nudged her face back towards him with his nose, placing a feather soft kiss against her lips. “Trust me.”
“I trust you,” Zelda replied immediately, head turning back to meet his eyes with unwavering certainty. There was no question that Zelda trusted Link with everything, from her life to her heart. “I’m nervous,” she admitted, voice barely carrying the words louder than a whisper.
“I know,” Link captured her lips in a kiss that made her heart skip a beat in her chest. When he pulled back, the calculative look in his eyes had returned. It was similar to when he was watching a battle from afar, plotting out the best strategies and tactics. After a moment, he squeezed both of her hands, still held in his and pinned beside her head.
“Do you like this?” He asked and squeezed again.
Zelda nodded. She very, very, very much liked it if the delicious ache between her legs were any indication to go by. She frowned when he ended up releasing them a moment later.
“Sit up,” he said, less an instruction and more of a question. When she did, his hands found the bottom of her shirt again. Link waited for her to nod before tugging the fabric up and off, letting the yellow glow of the lanterns in the loft illuminate her skin.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, discarding her top somewhere off the side of the bed and beginning to press plush kisses into the crook of her neck again.
“You say that every time,” Zelda laughed softly as he pushed her back into the mattress like before.
“I mean it every time,” he said somewhere between kisses, smiling against her skin. When her back collided with the duvets again, Link withdrew from her neck and took her hands again. He guided her arms up and over her head. Zelda felt the soft satin of the tie he’d prepared earlier. He’d planned for this.
“Can I?” He asked so softly. A few nervous sparks of anxiety flickered in her chest, but she trusted him. This was Link, and he was clearly enthusiastic to follow through on whatever plans he’d made. Following Zelda’s nod and whispered agreement, Link wrapped each of her wrists with the tie. He’d prepared the tie in such a way that each of her wrists would be held by themselves, rather than stuck together, but attached to a beam of the headboard. He skilfully knotted each side, the soft fabric hugging her wrists tightly, but not too much.
When he sat back, she pulled. The restraint moved a little bit, enough for a slight give, but not by much. Heat shot through her again, realizing the vulnerable state she was in. But Link didn’t allow her much time to dwell on the fact, busying himself with the freshly exposed skin of her chest. He kissed across her clavicle, hands finding their way to her sides to hold her still, and trailed his way down. His teeth teased her, nipping here and there only to soothe the dull ache with the wet heat of his tongue. When he reached the top of her breasts, he stopped and sat back again.
Zelda wiggled in the hold, skin on fire beneath his heated gaze. Again, he didn’t allow her too long to worry or get in her head, instead shifting down the bed. His hands pinched at the top of her trousers. Zelda nodded before he even had to ask, tugging the fabric down her legs. He had left both of her unclothes on.
After discarding her pants somewhere out of sight, Link repositioned himself over her. His calloused hands encouraged her thighs to part and Zelda listened, flushing when he pushed them open further than she had. He used his knees to keep them open, busying his hands with her torso again. He ducked forward, returning to nip and tease the top of her breasts before pulling the garment which covered them down, engulfing her nipple in wet heat. She whimpered, back arching off the bed and into the touch. Her arms strained above her, resisting the movement. Link sucked at the sensitive nub as it tightened on his tongue, eventually abandoning it to cool in the air as he moved onto the next one.
Zelda moaned noisily when his teeth gently bit down around the bud, echoing her to her ears. Cheeks heating with embarrassment, she bit her bottom lip to keep any future sounds in. It wasn’t long until she was writhing impatiently as he tormented her breasts with his mouth. She sucked in a breath when he returned to the first one, sucking it into the heat of his mouth again all while barely pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. He didn’t stop, the sensation overwhelming her with sparks of pleasure until she couldn't stop the moans from spilling past her lips. Then, and only then, did he release her breasts in exchange of kissing down her stomach.
Zelda’s chest heaved as she caught her breath, her heart continuing to race as Link kissed the skin of her belly, appreciating her softness. His hands wrapped around her waist, thumbs pressing into the top of her hips. He nipped and planted fervent, open mouthed kisses on his way down, his hands pressing her thighs open with a steady grip. Lose strands of his hair fell forward, tickling her skin causing her to squirm, but she stilled immediately upon feeling the heat of his breath against her arousal.
“Link,” Zelda whined breathlessly, as still as a goddess statue as he hovered over her. As his breath cooled, the stickiness of her wetness grew cold and she shivered. She didn’t move, waiting for him to do something to relieve the ache that continued to pester her. He was inches away.
But he didn’t move, either.
Eventually, she lifted her hips, attempting to chase the moment of warmth he’d graced her with but was immediately pushed back down, his grip firm. Zelda was about to complain but her words were caught in her throat when he kissed her through the dampened fabric so, so softly she almost thought she'd imagined it. A devastating wave of pleasure shot through her nonetheless. She moaned lewdly, mind growing into a desperate haze, needing Link to actually touch her. To touch her properly. She tried to move her hips again, but Link didn’t allow her to move even the slightest bit.
It was a torturous few minutes, Zelda aching for his touch, only growing more and more needy as he neglected her, staying just far enough away to taunt her.
Until she couldn't stand it, barely able to hear her own thoughts through the hazy fog of need.
“Link, please!” She pulled frantically at the binds around her wrists, head thrown back into the pillows, nearly shaking with desperation. “Touch me, please.”
Wordlessly, he released the pressure on her hips and, oh spirits, finally, tugged the ruined fabric down her quivering thighs. Zelda had her eyes squeezed shut, tense as she was finally anticipating some relief from the mind-numbing pulsing that’d been driving her mad for however long Link had teased her. Stripped bare, save for her bra left askew on her breasts, Link glided his hands up her shins, using a little pressure to encourage her legs to bend. He pushed further, guiding her knees towards her chest. His warm breath ghosted over her arousal and Zelda nearly began to beg—
“Relax,” Link encouraged with a breathy chuckle, kissing her inner thigh.
“I can’t,” Zelda whisper-snapped back, trying to will her body to listen and relax like he'd instructed but it continued to tremble instead. It would be impossible.
“Breathe,” he cooed, kissing the other thigh now.
Zelda groaned and took a large intake of breath, expanding her chest. But the fresh oxygen was pushed out of her all too quickly when Link finally, finally, touched her, drawing a firm, hot, wet stripe up her core with his tongue.
“Shhhit!” She keened, fighting her instincts to back away and press into the touch. She seldom cursed, having taught it to be improper and unnecessary, but in moments like this, she couldn’t help it. Link hummed against her, tracing the same line up her swollen pussy which was still beating in time to her heart. She fell back into the mattress, relaxing, when he did it again. And again.
It was slow and torturous, drawing out each movement and downright savoring her, but heaven all the same. Zelda’s head was fuzzy and light, her breath coming far too quick, and unable to think of anything but Link Link Link as he licked at her.
Heat surged through her, starting where his tongue lapped up her arousal and shot out like ground shattering lightning through the rest of her body. Her thighs quivered involuntarily, back arched, bent far away from the comfort of the duvet below as she chased the bliss that came with his every touch. Her wrists, long and forgotten over her head, gripped around the satin binds simply to hold on.
Link’s pace didn’t hasten, nor did it falter. He knew how to please her, having spent many hours enthusiastically between her legs before, and knew how to make her sing. His tongue circled around her neglected clit, wrapping his lips around it in a plush warmth in a way that made her head spin. She couldn't help the utterly lewd noises that continuously spilled off her lips, but she hadn’t the mind to care.
All too quickly Link worked her up, the coil of pleasure and bliss spiraling tighter and tighter in her core, winding and winding and winding.
Until it snapped.
Zelda came on Link’s tongue with a harsh cry, pulling her body away with how much strength she used against the blinds. Link followed, working her through her mind-shattering climax that was long overdue. She shook in his hold, body buzzing with the aftershocks. She continued to gasp for air, attempting to catch the breath that never came because Link didn’t stop.
He slowed, his movements barely a whisper against her, but she was so sensitive she felt it all. Each brush of his lips, the soft puffs of breath through his nose, the cooling of her spousal that he’d made an utter mess of.
She slowly came down, riding the emotional high of the release. Tears prickled in her eyes, overwhelmed and relieved, and she blinked them away. Usually, Link would smother her in praise and pepper kisses over her skin to ease her comedown, but he still hadn't stopped. Her lips bucked and twitched with every touch.
“Link?” She called with a pant of breath some time later, finally looking down to the obscene mess he’d made of himself. He pulled back then. His lips and chin glistened with her slick, not to mention the absolutely sinful grin he wore. His hands tightened their hold on her, keeping her in place. His eyes were hungry, the lovely cerulean long gone and in its place was the intense darkness of desire.
“I’m not done,” he said, almost as if it were a warning, and dove back in. Zelda cried out when his tongue lapped over her oversensitive clit, still pulsing from her recent climax and having been so, so teased, it nearly hurt. But it felt incredible, stealing the breath from her lungs and melting her mind away. It was too much and not enough all at once. He continued to explore her, focusing more on other areas as her clit slowly grew less sensitive the further away her climax faded. He licked into her enthusiastically, humming as he tasted her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, hard enough to leave bruises—she's sure, until the pressure disappeared. She wasn’t spared a moment to comprehend it as Link’s mouth returned to her clit, sucking it into the wet heat between his lips and barely, barely brushing his tongue against her as he did.
He refused to let up no matter how her hips squirmed and twitched beneath him. Instead of bracing her with his hands, he pushed her thighs back further with a single arm, locking them in place and forcing her hips slightly off the bed. The lingering tingling of her first climax in her mind slowly began to fade as she drifted back down into reality, the sensations truly becoming overwhelming and too much, and that was right when Link decided to give her a break. He pulled back, still keeping her legs locked in place and squished against her chest.
Or at least she thought he was giving her a break. Turns out, that was a lie. She cursed, loudly, when Link’s fingertips pressed softly around her pussy, drawing broad circles around her clit before dipping in between her folds. She choked out a half-gasp, half-moan when one of his fingers pressed against her entrance.
“Fuck,” Link hissed, circling around her entrance before pressing in. He was the one doing this to her, but he watched her in utter rapture.
He pressed into her slowly.
So fucking slowly.
If Link wasn’t using so much strength to push against her, her back would have arched off the bed like it was lit on fire. But no, Link kept her still, withdrawing his finger before sliding in a second one alongside the first. He fell into a steady rhythm then, and lewd, wet sounds of her arousal started to fill the room.
Zelda tried, desperately, to catch her breath, but the relief never came as Link thrust into her with a masterful precision, barely scraping against the sensitive spot inside her that made her see stars. To top it off, his thumb began to brush small, little circles around her clit with each thrust.
At some point during this, Zelda had begun to pant Link’s name over and over as if were a prayer, occasionally punctuated by a gasp or cry. Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears, the hot breath escaping her lungs fading into mindless sensation in her throat.
Her head clouded over, her body taking the reins as Link brought her to another climax. Before she knew it, she was shaking everywhere. It wasn’t as intense as the first, but it ignited her nerves with a molten, syrupy heat.
As she came down, she didn’t exactly come down as much as she took off. Floating far, far away as her body grew lighter and lighter. Trying to move felt like dragging her limbs through molasses, so she remained pliant and let Link move her how he pleased. Which he did, releasing the hold of her legs and giving her hips a rest. They were sore, but the pain was a far, far idea in her mind.
Distantly, she noticed as Link crawled back over her, but didn’t comprehend it fully until a slightly tangy taste passed her lips and the scent of her own arousal flooded her nose. Barely grasping onto awareness, she kissed him back softly. Link held her face tenderly, keeping two of his fingers pointed away from her cheek, and kissed her a few more times before pulling away. He rested his forehead against hers, which had become slightly sticky with sweat, and panted against her softly. The fingers of his clean hand brushed against her cheek, coaxing her eyes open. Link smiled with so much love down at her.
“Can you do one more?” He asked in the softest tone she’d ever heard.
She nodded, but wasn’t entirely sure what she was agreeing to. All she knew was that Link loved her and that she trusted him. And, goddess, was she on cloud nine.
He kissed her one more time before moving away. Zelda went to reach for him but couldn’t. Her wrists were still tied. She felt words fall past her lips but didn’t know what she’d said. Whatever it had been had sparked a reaction because not long after Link reached over her and untied the binds around her wrists. He guided her arms down, the soreness in her shoulders a distant knowledge, and placed them to her sides.
Link returned his journey south, settling herself between her legs again. He interlaced his fingers with her left hand, giving her something to hold ground her, and dipped between her thighs again. She cried a foreign sound, Link tormenting her pussy again in the masterful way he always did everything, and his fingers found their way back inside of her, falling into a very quick pace that made her choke on air.
He thrusted into her with such precision she stopped making any sound. She could only tell by the way her lungs began to burn, holding in a breath that refused to leave. His tongue fought at her the way he did in battle, an unstoppable force who would do anything to prevail.
And prevail he did when Zelda arched off the bed one last time, squeezing his hand so hard she’s sure it had to hurt, and spasmed uncontrollably as the flames of pleasure swallowed her whole.
She came with a cry—or a scream by how much oxygen was expelled from her throat, and was quickly wrapped up in Link’s arms after that.
He kissed her cheeks and forehead, arms weaved tight around her shaking frame. He spewed praises that didn’t quite register, but she did catch a few of them, a repetition of ‘so good’ and ‘love you’ as he held her. Her cheeks were wet, she realized, as Link’s kisses grew cold in their trace. Her shoulder shook and chest heaved, aching to replenish all the air she’d forgone. He whispered into her ear something that made her stomach erupt into butterflies and her heart grow warm, and relaxed into the comfort of his embrace.
She woke up some hours later, partially dressed. Her bra had been discarded and replaced with a baggy t-shirt of Link’s and a clean pair of underwear had been put on her lower half. Her eyes felt puffy and swollen, but her body felt more relaxed than she’d ever been. Her heart was slow, her mind clear and happy. Link shifted behind her, his hand pulling her closer by the waist gently.
“Are you feeling okay?” Link asked, pressing a soothing kiss into her shoulder. There was a faint soreness in them, one from the stretch she’d been held in.
“More than okay.” Zelda turned in his grasp, finding his chin in the darkness and pulling him in for a tender, lingering kiss. When she broke apart, she couldn’t stop the small bubble of laughter from escaping her.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, clearly curious, but she could hear the clear smile in his sleepy voice.
“I know what you mean now,” she said, sure the smile could be heard in her voice, too. “I went somewhere. Somewhere nice.”
Link kissed her then. “Really?” In the dim moonlight glow that now blanketed the room, Zelda could faintly see how his eyes widened in surprise.
“Yeah,” Zelda said, cuddling in closer to Link beneath the plush duvet. In the quiet of their shared, slow breaths, sleep beckoned her to return.
And she listened.