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It was a risky move, but Link was aching for Zelda.
The best idea he could come up with to get some alone time with her was to scale the wall of the castle in the dark of night, climbing up to her study, far enough away from her bedroom door where the night guard might hear any sounds from inside. He had surreptitiously passed her a note when nobody was looking, asking her to meet him in her study at midnight. Almost everyone would be asleep, and he knew how to slip past the few who would be on the lookout.
He was gasping for breath when he finally heaved himself over the parapets on the bridge that led from her bedroom to her study, and breathing became even more difficult when a pair of soft lips closed over his, kissing him with an ardor that he had sorely missed since the morning they woke up together at the Spring of Power.
Still panting, he wrapped his arms tightly around the princess, pulling her close, relishing the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest as he returned her impassioned kisses, slipping his tongue into her mouth even as he struggled to breathe. His right hand made its way down to her ass, giving it a squeeze through the gossamer fabric of her nightgown.
“Sir Knight!” she chided him in feigned indignation. “So impatient!”
“Guilty as charged, Your Highness,” he said. “It feels like forever since we had some time alone.”
“It’s only been a week.”
“You wouldn’t want to go a week without food, would you?” he replied. That was how much he needed her. She was nourishment to him. She was what strengthened and sustained him.
“Well, I’m afraid certain delicacies are off the menu tonight,” she said.
Link’s heart dropped.
“It’s the time of my blood moon,” she explained.
It was doubly disappointing. Not only would there be no fucking tonight in her study, but she wasn’t pregnant.
“So, no Link Junior on the way yet,” he said, trying to lighten the mood despite his disappointment.
“We’ll just have to try again next week at the Spring of Courage,” she said, with a soft smile barely visible in the glow of dim lantern light coming from her study.
“I can’t wait,” Link responded, still feeling the sting of having to forgo everything he’d fantasized about all day since passing her the note. He gave her a quick kiss and turned to climb back over the parapet. “I guess I should get back to my room and get some sleep.” And relieve my frustration by myself.
“Now, wait just a minute,” Zelda said, grasping his hand and pulling him back. “Just because my pussy is out of commission doesn’t mean we can’t still have some fun.”
A sly smile spread across her face, and she took his other hand as well and spun him around until his back was to her study, and she began walking him backward through the open doorway. She didn’t stop when the backs of his thighs hit something, and Link found himself pushed into a sitting position on the edge of her desk.
Zelda was grinning lustily at him in the soft light of a dim lantern and the faint blue glow of a Silent Princess blossom. She pushed his knees apart and stood between them, taking his face into her hands and kissing him again, intensely and sloppily, pushing her tongue into his mouth and moaning softly as if the kissing was just as satisfying as the thorough fucking he’d intended to give her tonight. She continued kissing him aggressively as one of her hands made its way down to the bulge at the front of his trousers. He jolted when he felt her hand rubbing and squeezing him through his pants.
She stopped kissing him as she brought her other hand to his crotch as well, deftly unbuttoning his fly. “You know, Sir Knight, I’ve been thinking,” she said. “When we were at the Spring of Power, you gave me head and then said we were even.” She finished opening his fly. “But I don’t think we were even at all, were we?”
The only response Link could offer was a completely undignified squeak, as his stiff cock sprang from his pants into her hand.
Zelda pulled up her desk chair and sat down, her face just a little higher than Link’s groin. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and cupped his balls with the other. Letting out a contented sigh as she gazed at him in the dim light, she whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
Link closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the desk with sweaty palms, fighting the urge to grab Zelda’s head and push his cock down her throat. It only seemed proper to wait for her to put it in her mouth on her own. So he waited.
And waited.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was gazing at his dick as if enraptured, perhaps wanting to savor the moment of anticipation as he had done back at the Spring of Power. But as flattering as it was, he was getting impatient.
She approached slowly, licking her lips as she did and parting them just a little. Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Zelda’s wet, shining lips hovered inches away from the head of Link’s cock, his own wet shine growing rapidly from the expectant precum trickling out of him.
When her lips finally met his crown, it sent shockwaves though his body and a groan bursting from his throat with an almost agonizing sound. He probably wouldn’t have sounded more tortured if he’d been gored by a Lynel.
Zelda’s lips made soft puckering motions as she planted repeated kisses on the tip of his dick, lavishing it with adoration. Link felt as if he might lose his mind from the mere fact that Princess Zelda was kissing his dick.
And then she tongue-kissed his dick.
The tip of her tongue pushed right against his opening, flicking there, licking up his fluid. She started with small motions but slowly widened her swath until she was licking the entire crown like a lollipop, pushing her tongue in chaotic swirling motions that grew in intensity until she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, closing her lips around the ridge and pulling gently on his foreskin.
Link was whimpering pathetically, his whole body shaking, his hands gripping the desk so hard they were starting to ache. He didn’t think it was possible for her to give him more pleasure until she began to suck harder, pulling him deeper into her mouth and squeezing with her hands.
And then she started moaning, as if she were the one being pleasured, as if having his cock in her mouth was as delectable as a bite of her favorite decadent dessert. Her deep, sensuous moan sent vibrations of pleasure straight through his cock and throughout his whole body. He gasped, twitching, worried he was getting much too close to orgasm.
Sensing he was getting too close, Zelda pulled back a little, bringing her lips back to the tip and planting another soft kiss there. She looked up at him and smiled, her mouth now cruelly removed from him. Her hand, grasping the base of his cock, began to move up and down, spreading her saliva around; when it seemed insufficient, she dribbled more spit onto his dick and spread it with her hand.
And then, mercifully, the soft warmth of her mouth returned, and she was licking and sucking and moaning again in a frantic desperation. She took him in deeper this time, and Link felt the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat as her nose brushed against his pubic hair. Her hand gave his balls another squeeze and she increased her suction, hollowing her cheeks around his cock. Her moans rose in pitch, the sound of her voice matching her frenzied suction in the hunger it conveyed, like she just couldn’t get enough of him, like she was trying to suck him dry.
“Zelda,” he rasped. “I’m about to come.”
She eased up, pulling back until her lips were just kissing his tip again, and he thought it was obvious that she didn’t want him to blow his load in her mouth. He took his cock into his own hand to catch his cum and tried to move it away from her face, but she swatted his hand away with a whine of objection and put her mouth back on his crown, almost in time to catch the first spurt that splattered onto her lips in a thick, white drizzle. Subsequent bursts made it neatly into her mouth as her sullied lips closed over his head again.
Zelda swallowed a couple of times after Link finished ejaculating, and ran her tongue over his opening one last time to get every drop. Finally she released him, licking the cum from her lips and giving his dick a final kiss before tucking it back into his pants and buttoning his fly.
Link was still catching his breath as Zelda stood up from her chair and wrapped her arms around him, pulling his face against her pillowy breasts and stroking his hair.
“Thank you for letting me do that,” she whispered. “Now, we should both go back to our rooms and get some sleep. Sweet dreams.”