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It had been a month and a half since the defeat of the Demon King. Link and Zelda had settled back into their home in Hateno and things were…fine. As fine as could be expected after everything the pair went through. Zelda struggled with nightmares, terrible images of the Demon King destroying and killing everything she’s ever loved. But Link was always there to ground her and comfort her. Zelda wishes she could be there for Link in the same way he is for her. After their grand plummet into the waters of the Bottomless Pond, they were both shocked to realize that Link’s right arm was missing. Link had noticed it but with the adrenaline of the moment, he hadn’t processed it until Zelda gasped and pointed at the stump where Rauru’s arm had once been.

Although Link tried to hide it, Zelda could see just how much it was affecting him. They tried to slip back into their peaceful lives in Hateno but too much had changed. Before, Zelda would wake up to an empty bed most days and find Link in the yard doing sword drills. Then he would come back inside and make breakfast while Zelda sat at the table and watched. Now, Link always sleeps in. He’s tried to make breakfast for them a few times now but his usual grace while cooking is gone and these attempts ended with broken bowls or bouts of frustration. Zelda’s taken up the cooking now with Link sitting at the table giving her directions. Before, Link spent most days outside helping the villagers or tending to the horses. Now, he is a complete recluse and in an ironic turn of events, the schoolchildren now ask Zelda about Mr. Link’s whereabouts. Zelda keeps her answers vague, saying things like he’s been feeling under the weather or he’s off on a little adventure, but the truth is that he spends most days sleeping or lying in bed staring listlessly at the ceiling.

There have been a few good days though. Days where she can see the man she loves shining through the ghost that’s taken up residence in their home. The spark in his eyes returns in their tender moments. When she brushes his hair, when she kisses him, and when she pushes him down onto the bed and takes control riding him within an inch of his life. Afterwards is when he’s most vulnerable, when he’s the most receptive to her taking care of him.

Tonight, Zelda’s decided that she’s going to take control and take care of him in a way she never has before. That is of course if Link is open to the idea but she has a strong suspicion that he will be. She had spent the afternoon out at a dig site with the Zonai Research Team when she came across a curious relic. It was a gray, phallic shaped object with a sort of harness attached to it. The texture was quite realistic and the small battery pack attached to the belt suggested a mysterious function. She discreetly slipped the object into her bag and spent the rest of the afternoon having thoughts not fit for a princess.

With the excitement of her new discovery, Zelda crosses the bridge leading home with a skip in her step. She just hopes Link will be in a good mood tonight.

She pushes the door open and is delighted to see Link sitting at the dining table and not lying in bed. He holds a quill in his left hand hovering over an inkpot and an open journal sits on the table in front of him.

He looks up and smiles softly. “Hey, Zel.”

Her heart flutters and she grins. “What are you up to? Are you practicing writing again?”

Link nods and points at the journal. “Come look.”

Zelda circles the table to stand behind him and rests her hands on his shoulders. She leans forwards and gasps.

Written sloppily and just crossing over the line to legibility is the word, ‘Link’. It’s a far cry from his handwriting before he lost his right hand but it is a vast improvement from his first attempt a couple weeks ago that was completely illegible.

“Oh, Link! That’s wonderful!” Zelda beams. She turns Link’s chin and presses a chaste kiss to his lips.

Her heart soars and her eyes mist up. After weeks of watching him struggle to regain any semblance of normalcy, this small victory feels gargantuan.

“I am so very proud of you.” Zelda wraps her arms around his shoulders and hugs him from behind. She giggles when she sees the tips of his ears turn red. “We’ve got to celebrate! Let’s make something nice for dinner and try that wine Purah gave us, hm?”

Link smiles and nods.

He guides her through cooking a big piece of steak. Zelda cuts the cooked steak in half and puts the larger half on his plate. She casually cuts his steak for him and Link is in such a good mood he barely notices. He uncorks the bottle of wine with his teeth and pours it. Zelda holds her breath as his left arm shakes but it steadies and he fills the glasses only getting a drop or two onto the tablecloth.

Zelda pulls her chair up next to Link’s and they dig in. The meal is delicious but there’s a different kind of hunger gnawing at her as they eat. Link’s tunic has a loose collar and her eyes can’t help but drift to his defined collarbones. When he tilts his neck back to finish off his glass of wine she watches greedily as his throat bobs. She wants to sink her teeth into the delicate skin of his neck. She wants to trace the scar trailing up the side of it with her tongue.

Zelda sips her wine and it leaves a burning trail down her throat into her stomach but it is nothing compared to the heat already roaring inside of her. Link’s cheeks are tinted slightly pink and he sits in a relaxed posture with spread legs. Zelda smiles as she’s able to tell he’s not anywhere near tipsy yet but he’s drank enough to relax slightly, good. She places her hand on the top of his thigh and rubs slow circles into it. His breath hitches lightly but he closes his eyes and relaxes into it with a small smile gracing his lips.

“I found something interesting at the dig site today,” Zelda says casually.

“Oh yeah?”

“It’s a Zonai device unlike any that we’ve unearthed so far. I brought it home and I’m dying to test it out.” Zelda’s hand gradually moves down to Link’s inner thigh.

“W-why didn’t you test it out there?”

Zelda snorts at the mental image. “No, I think it’d be best to test it out at home with you.”

Link tilts his head curiously. “With me?”

“Yes, with you.” Zelda moves her hand further up Link’s inner thigh and he gasps softly. “Right now I think.”

She removes her hand and gets up to rifle through her bag.

Link groans, “Zel…I’m not exactly in the mood for science right now.” He shifts in his seat.

Zelda bites her lip and smirks. “You will be.”

She drops the device onto the table and Link’s eyes widen.

“Is that…?”

Zelda nods.

“...And you- you want to use it on me?”

“I do.” Zelda drags her finger along his jaw and tilts his chin up. “...Unless you’re opposed to it?”

“No,” Link swallows, “...I wouldn’t say I’m opposed to that.”

Zelda grins like a spider that’s just found a fly in her web. “Good.”

She drags his chin forward and pulls him into a searing kiss. Her teeth nibble at his lips making him gasp and she slips her tongue into his mouth. It tastes like the wine they’d been drinking and she’s drunk on it. She coaxes his tongue forward, gets her lips around it, and sucks it into her mouth. Link groans and digs his hand into her hip. They pull back and gasp for breath and Zelda has never seen anyone more beautiful. Link’s chest rises and falls rapidly and a thin bead of sweat runs down his throat. His cheeks are red, his lips are slick, and his beautiful blue eyes are overtaken by his dilated pupils.

Zelda climbs into his lap and licks the sweat from his neck. She presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw and nibbles lightly at the delicate skin.

Link’s hand crawls underneath her shirt and caresses the small of her back. A shiver runs down her spine and she sucks a mark into his neck. His hips shift forward involuntarily and they both groan at the created friction.

Zelda kisses Link feverishly. She pushes her hands up the front of his shirt and caresses the skin underneath. Her fingers trace the myriad of scars and the muscles of his torso. She tugs at the neck of his shirt and he raises his arm and lets her pull it off of him.

Zelda tosses the shirt to the ground carelessly and pushes Link against the back of the chair with her hands on either side of his chest. She leans back and drinks him in. His long hair is ruffled from his shirt being pulled off and she smooths it down affectionately.

Her eyes trail across him and a sharp bolt of arousal sparks low in her stomach. She admires the light freckles dusting his shoulders, the tattoo from Rauru’s arm that stayed on his chest, and the mosaic of scars and burns littering his skin.

“Goddess above, look at you…” Zelda mutters, “Perfect.”

Link’s ears twitch and he squirms a bit.

Zelda presses a kiss to his forehead. “Gorgeous.”

Link’s fingers dig further into her back.

She presses a kiss to his right cheek. “Stunning.”

A kiss to his left cheek. “So unbelievably sexy.”

At this point, Link’s face is cherry red.

Finally, a peck on the lips. “Mine.”

“Zel,” Link gasps, “...Please.”

“Please what, dear?” She asks teasingly.

“I- I need…please.”

He’s never been the best with words so Zelda takes pity on him. “How about you go upstairs, take your pants off, and lay down on the bed, hm? Does that sound good?”

Link nods rapidly, “Yes.”

Zelda slides off his lap and pecks him on the lips. “Alright, dear. C’mon.”

She takes his hand and guides him to the stairs. Zelda bites her lip as she watches him stumble up the steps on unsteady legs. She loves seeing her usually stoic partner so affected by her. She wants to shatter his self control, to see him let go and submit to her completely. Zelda grabs the Zonai device and follows him up to the loft.

She lights a candle and when she turns to look at her partner, her mouth dries. Link’s hair spreads out on the pillow like a golden halo. His skin sparkles with a thin sheen of sweat and the candlelight casts alluring shadows onto his body. The black fabric of his boxers strains against his erection and his shapely thighs are slightly spread open. She needs him like she needs air in her lungs.

Zelda sets the device down onto the bed and climbs over Link to sit on top of his thighs. She leans down and captures his lips in a slow and sensual drag. She teases the seam of his lips with her tongue and slides her hand up his stomach to his pecs. Between her thumb and index finger, she captures his nipple and lightly pinches it. Link groans and rolls his hips forward, the friction is electric. Goddess, if he keeps doing that she’ll have to ride him and while that’s in no way a bad outcome, that’s not what she wants tonight. Well…maybe as a round two, perhaps.

Zelda gets up and removes her shirt and bra. Link stares with glazed eyes and a slackened jaw.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” She giggles.

Link’s jaw snaps shut and he gulps audibly.

Zelda can’t resist leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

She takes off her trousers and rejoins him on the bed.

“Let’s get these off of you, hm?” Zelda digs her fingers underneath the waistline of Link’s boxers and he nods enthusiastically.

She tosses his underwear to the floor and puts her hands on the inside of each of his knees, slowly sliding them higher and higher up his thighs. A full body shiver runs through him.

“You’re quite excited for this, aren’t you?” She loosely wraps her hand around his cock and gives it a few light strokes.

Link throws his head back against the pillow in pleasure and nods quickly, his hair moving with each shake of his head. Zelda’s heart swells with a sudden rush of affection. Every little thing he does, every breath he takes, endears him further to her because he’s him.

Zelda reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a jar of massage oil. She dips her fingers into it and beckons Link to sit up before settling in behind him.

The sweet smell of scented oil fills the room as Zelda rubs it into Link’s shoulders.

Link groans, “Not that this doesn’t feel nice, but you’re kind of killing me here.”

Zelda speaks into his neck and presses her breasts against his back, “You can be patient for me, can’t you, baby?”

Link’s breath hitches. “Yeah I- I can.”

Zelda nibbles at the tip of Link’s ear and whispers, “There’s my good boy.”

Link exhales sharply and his cock twitches desperately.

She chuckles and massages his lower back before sliding her hands forward to rest on his stomach. One of her fingers slowly trails down the light hair starting beneath his belly button and she dips her other hand back into the oil. She wraps her oil-slicked hand around the base of his cock and gives it a firm and slow stroke.

“Ahh,” Link whimpers.

Zelda clenches her thighs together and takes a deep breath to regain her composure. Nothing gets her going like the sounds Link makes and tonight she plans to hear sounds from him she’s never heard before. She wants to break him and put him back together as many times as he’ll allow her.

She gives his cock a couple more tugs before her hand drifts lower, past his balls and to his hole. A single finger rubs slow circles into it and Link’s breaths get heavier and heavier.

“Have you ever touched yourself here before?” She asks him.

The sudden tense of his muscles and reddening of his ears tells her all she needs to know.

“Shhh, that’s ok,” she comforts him. “That’s good, it’ll make this easier.”

Link relaxes and Zelda pushes her fingertip past his rim. She sticks to one knuckle for now and swirls it around. Then, she dips her finger into the oil and goes two knuckles deep.

“Good?” She asks.

Link nods and Zelda pushes her finger the rest of the way in.

Goddess, she’s inside of him. He’s been inside of her so many times now but she’s never been inside of him. Why didn’t they try something like this sooner?

A second finger teases at Link’s rim before slowly pushing in and joining the first. Zelda then spreads the fingers apart and swirls them around.

Link gasps and jerks his hips forward.

“I could make you come just like this, couldn’t I?” Zelda whispers. “I wouldn’t even have to touch your dick.”

Link groans and begs, “Zel! Please, please.”

She stretches her fingers as far as they’ll reach until she touches a spot that makes his toes curl and his whole body jerk.

Link moans, long and high pitched and Zelda grins devilishly. She removes her fingers and he whines and squirms in their absence.

Zelda laughs and presses a sweet kiss to his shoulder. “Patience…” she dips one more finger into the oil, “...is a virtue.” She pushes three fingers in.

Link gasps and slumps back completely against her.

Zelda circles her fingers around, stretching him out and getting him ready to take her cock. Her insides clench at the thought of it.

Link whines when she pulls her fingers out of him and then his whole body seizes as she slams them back in.

“Fuck!” His voice cracks.

Zelda thrusts her fingers into him at a brutal pace and his hips buck with each movement. His legs twitch, opening and closing mindlessly in the throes of pleasure. A beautiful symphony of gasps, whines, and grunts spills from his lips and Zelda cannot remember a time she’s felt more aroused.

Just as his back arches and his body tenses like a bowstring, Zelda’s fingers slow down to an almost lazy pace.

“Zel!” Link sobs. “Oh, Goddess, please, please!”

She speeds up just the slightest bit. “Please, what?”

“Shit! Oh, fuckkk- please Zel. Faster. Please, let me come.”

“Hmm…” Zelda thrusts her fingers into him at a pace that’s neither slow nor fast. “Don’t you wanna come on my cock?”

Link whines like a wounded animal and precum drips down his neglected dick. “I can come twice, please oh Goddess, please!”

Zelda considers it. While listening to him beg is magnificent, he’s worked up enough that he wouldn’t last long if she fucked him now. If she let him come now, she’ll get to fuck him for a longer time later and he’ll be more relaxed which will make penetrating him easier.

“Do you promise?” Zelda asks.

“Yes! I promise! I’ll come as many times as you want me to- just please…”

That’s a dangerous image for him to plant in her mind. “Alright.”

She abruptly resumes her brutal pace and grabs his cock with her other hand. She teases the head with her thumb, smearing the precum over his slit, and lightly squeezes his dick with the rest of her hand.

It doesn’t take long before he’s tensed up again and when Zelda whispers, “Come for me” as she pounds her fingers into his prostate, he obeys her.

Link comes with a shout, his toes digging into the bedsheets and his head thrown back over Zelda’s shoulder. The sight is holy. Unmarried intercourse with her taking the role of the man, whatever would her father think? She doesn’t care one bit. The sight of Link completely undone is more divine than the Goddess blood in her veins, more sacred than any temple or spring.

Zelda gently pushes him down to rest on the pillow. His breath heaves and she watches with rapt attention as his chest rises and falls enticingly. She knows he’ll need a moment to recover so she gets up to get him some water.

She stops as a hand wraps around her wrist, preventing her from moving.

Zelda chuckles. “I’ll be right back.”

Link reluctantly lets go and Zelda can’t resist pressing a kiss to his forehead adoringly.

Her legs are shaky as she climbs down the stairs and her underwear are uncomfortably wet. She slips them off, washes her hands, and fills a glass of water. She hurries back upstairs and finds Link sitting up against the headboard with the corners of his lips slightly upturned in an expression of serenity. It shouldn’t be possible at this point, but her heart clenches as she falls even deeper in love with him.

They both have a sip of water before Zelda settles back in next to Link.

“How are you feeling, dear?” She asks.

“I feel…spectacular.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use that word before.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite so spectacular before.”

She loves him, so very much.

Zelda cradles his face in her hands and kisses him soft and sweetly. When she pulls back, Link’s eyes trace her naked body hungrily before flickering to the Zonai device.

“You still want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.”

Zelda grins and steps off the bed to figure out the harness. She steps into it, one foot at a time and pulls it up to her waist. The belt is a bit tricky, but she figures it out quickly enough and fastens it. She examines the small battery pack at her hip and notices a switch. Curiosity gets the best of her and she flips it.

Zelda shrieks in horror as the device activates. The penis fuses to her body and adapts to her skin tone. The harness disappears and the device is indistinguishable from a real penis. The only thing that remains is the tiny battery pack hovering over her hip. She frantically flips the switch off and gasps in relief as the belts reappear and the penis detaches from her body.

“Zel!” Link shouts in alarm.

“It’s okay…I’m okay.” Zelda takes a moment to calm her racing heart. “This technology…it's remarkable!”

She flips the switch on again and now that it's not taking her by surprise, she’s able to register the new sensations. She wraps her hand around the cock and gasps as she’s able to feel it.

“Link! I can actually feel it! This is groundbreaking technology! How in the world is this external device sending touch signals to my mind…it shouldn't be capable of proprioception! Perhaps it’s similar to how the slate would activate shrines by just hovering over it….some sort of connection beyond the physical.”

If it can send touch signals to her mind…that means she’ll be able to feel it when she’s inside of Link. She startles when the dick in her hand twitches and grows slightly.

“Holy Hylia! It’s reacting to my thoughts, it’s a two way communication just like organic nerve endings! It’s like it’s really a part of me, I wonder if it’s fully functioning? Oh, Link, isn’t this simply wonderful?”

She looks up at Link but he is not looking at her. His gaze is fixed onto her cock with the same look a starving wolf gives a rabbit.

“You like it?”

Link nods slowly, “Uh huh.”

Zelda sits back against the headboard and Link shifts to sit in front of her.

His hand hovers over her cock and he gives her a questioning look.

She nods. “Go ahead.”

His calloused hand wraps around the base of her cock and strokes it firmly.

“Mmm, that feels nice, dear.” Zelda praises him and pulls him into a deep kiss.

Zelda’s breathing picks up as Link continues to pleasure her. He teases the head of her dick with his thumb and rubs it along the slit. She gasps when she sees a bead of precum leak out.

“Link, did you see that?! How is it able to do that? It might be fully functioning!”

Link apparently saw it, his eyes are glued to the tip of her cock and he unconsciously licks his lips.

“Can I- can I taste it?” He asks.

Zelda nods and spreads her legs open, Link lays stomach down between them and holds himself up with his left arm. He makes a half aborted movement with the stump of his missing arm. She digs her right hand into his hair and lightly tugs it just the way he likes to hopefully distract him. Judging by the light groan he makes, it seems to have worked. She holds her cock steady for him and Link dives right in.

He wraps his lips around the head of her cock and licks the precum off.

Oh, Goddess. His mouth is so unbelievably warm and wet.

He swirls his tongue around the head before widening his mouth and taking the first couple of inches. His tongue slides up the underside of her cock and she can’t help but jerk her hips forward forcing another inch down his throat.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” She frets but Link seems fine.

He hums in reassurance and the vibrations make her gasp in pleasure.

Link hollows his cheeks and sucks. The velvety skin on the inside of his cheeks feels divine against her cock and the suction makes her toes curl.

“Ohhhh…” Zelda moans.

Link pulls off of her dick to take a few deep breaths. A thin trail of saliva connects his lips to it. “Take your hand off it.”

Zelda releases it and it stands up by itself. How fascinating…this device is an amazing feat of engineering. All thoughts of science leave her mind when Link dives back in and takes all but the final inch of her cock down his throat.

“Shit!” Zelda buries both of her hands into his hair. “Oh, you feel so good, baby.”

Link whines and grinds his hips against the mattress. Zelda knows he’d never admit it, but she’s noticed that nothing gets him going like being praised does. She finds it endearing that her words alone can have such an effect on him.

Link bobs his head up and down licking and sucking her. It takes everything in her to not thrust up into his mouth.

Praise falls from Zelda's lips without her even thinking about it. “Goddess, Link, how- Ah! How are you so good at this? Is there- Mmm, is there anything you're not good at?”

Link releases her cock with an obscene pop.

“Zel..” His voice is slightly raspy. “Fuck my throat. Please.”

How can she deny him such a lovely request? She pushes back into his mouth and moans as the tip of her cock hits the back of his throat. Link moans with her and the bed creaks quietly as he humps the mattress.

Zelda picks up the pace of her thrusts but doesn't put much force into them so she won't hurt Link.

He pulls off of her cock again. “Rougher. Don't hold back. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Zelda grabs Link’s jaw and slams her cock into his throat, she watches in fascination as his eyes roll back. She picks up a brutal pace, putting all the force she can muster into each thrust. A continuous moan vibrates in his throat and Zelda’s pleasure reaches new heights.

She grabs onto him with both hands and on her next thrust she yanks his head down as her hips snap forward.

Link whimpers and his grinding against the mattress reaches a frantic pace.

Zelda yanks his hair back and slams his head down again on her next thrust. She repeats this pattern while keeping up the brutal pace and before she knows it she reaches her peak.

All of these sensations are brand new, so she doesn't know what it means when her balls tighten up until she’s already coming down Link’s throat. She tries to pull out but he just moves his head forward to follow her hips.

Zelda groans and gives a few more weak thrusts until her orgasm subsides. Link pulls off her breathing heavily through his nose and swallows. His mouth drops open as he gasps for air and collapses, resting his face on one of Zelda's thighs. He scrambles to get his hand around his cock and gives it only two strokes before he comes too with a broken whine.

Zelda gently runs her fingers through Link’s hair. “Oh, that was wonderful. You did so well, baby. You’re so good to me.”

Link hums contentedly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you any warning before I came, and I might have been a bit too rough. Are you doing alright?”

He gives her a thumbs up and presses a kiss to her thigh.

Oh, how she loves this man. She lightly massages his neck and shoulders and closes her eyes in bliss. She basks in the closeness for a moment with a lazy smile pulling at her lips.

“Here, let’s get you some water.” She leans over and picks up the glass of water from the bedside table.

Link sits up and dear Goddess, he looks wrecked. His face is completely flushed and his hair is a mess. Drool coats his mouth and chin and his eyes are glazed. Zelda shouldn’t find it so arousing, but he looks divine.

She holds the glass to his lips and he drinks half of it in one go. Zelda sets the glass back down and opens her arms invitingly. Link eagerly falls into her embrace.

“Did you like that?” She asks.

“I-” he clears his throat, “I loved it.”

His usual soft and smooth voice is rough and broken.

“How the hell were you so good at that, have you done that before?”

Link nods.

“Really? When?”

“In the military,” he croaks.

“You’ve never been fucked though, have you?”

Link shakes his head, his hair swishing with each movement. “No, we just-” he coughs, “we just used hands and mouths.”

She wouldn’t have minded it if he had, but the idea of taking something from him that’s never been given before sends a sharp bolt of arousal down her spine.

“My, my, Sir Link, you got into some trouble back in the day, hm?”

Link snorts. “Yeah, I guess you could say that…you don’t mind, do you?” he asks shyly.

“No, of course not, dear.” She plants a kiss to the top of his head.

Her heart warms as she realizes Link’s just revealed a new part of himself to her. She knows how much he struggles to open up and she cherishes every instance where he places his trust in her. Perhaps this is something she should’ve known sooner, given the fact they’ve been in a romantic relationship for four years and having sex for two years, but she remembers the way people turned their noses at same-sex relations a century ago. Maybe this was another factor that led to the creation of Link’s damn near unbreakable exterior and years of silence.

She hugs Link a bit tighter.

They cuddle and catch their breaths for a while and Zelda could die at that very moment without a single complaint.

Then, she feels Link start to harden against her thigh.

“You are…insatiable.” Zelda giggles.

“...Only for you.” Link mumbles.

Her heart feels so full it could burst.

Zelda kisses Link, slow and sweet. Their lips slide together like they were made for each other, and perhaps they were. She caresses his hip, rubbing circles into the bone and he presses his lips to hers insistently. She slips her tongue into his mouth and his whole body shifts closer to hers, as if he wanted to meld into one. Heat pools in her lower belly and she is consumed by the desire to be inside of him, to claim him as hers and hers alone.

Zelda pushes Link to lie down and crawls on top of him. She noses at his jaw until he exposes his neck to her and she sucks and bites on it until beautiful reds and purples rise to the surface. Link’s breath quickens and he digs his fingers into her back.

She moves lower to his chest and creates bruise after bruise until she reaches a nipple and lightly kisses it before sucking it into her mouth.

Link grunts and grinds his hips up into hers. Her mouth falls open as their cocks rub against each other.

“Zel, please,” Link whines. “Fuck me.”

She nods dazedly and dips her hand into the massage oil. Sitting on her haunches between Link’s spread legs, she spreads the oil over her cock. Her strokes get faster when she looks at Link who squirms underneath her gaze and pleads silently.

Zelda grabs Link’s hip and angles it upwards. “Shhh, it’s alright, sweetheart. Take a deep breath for me, okay?”

Some of the tension eases from his body.

“Good…you’re doing so well, dear.” Zelda whispers.

She guides the head of her cock to his entrance and slowly pushes it in. It slips in without too much resistance and Holy Hylia she’s inside of him.

Link’s breath hitches and her eyes snap up to look at him. His eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, no,” Link assures her. “It- It just feels a bit strange, gimme one sec.”

He takes a few deep breaths and the tension in his brow eases. “Keep going.”

Zelda presses forward a bit more until the pleasure overwhelms her and she has to stop before she loses control. “Ohhh, fuck. You’re so tight and- and so warm.”

Link locks his legs around Zelda’s thighs and pushes her forward the next few inches. His back arches off the bed and he moans brokenly.

Zelda looks in wonder to the place where they’re joined. Only two more inches remain.

“Put it-” Link gasps, “put it all the way in.”

She thrusts into him until she can’t go any further. White hot pleasure overwhelms her and she can’t think, she can’t breathe, she can’t move, or she’s going to come right then and there.
Zelda startles back into awareness when Link’s nails dig into her back painfully.

“-cking move, Zel!” Link desperately grinds his hips into hers. “Please, please-”

Link’s begging cuts off into a beautiful whine when Zelda pulls her hips back and pushes them forward. His legs clamp around her in an iron grip.

She fucks him slow and deep, getting them both used to the feeling. Her cock drags sensually along his inner walls and neither of them can hold back a blissful moan. Zelda rocks into him, keeping her pace slow and steady to not overwhelm Link. The maddening heat and pressure around her cock makes this task easier said than done.

“Faster, Zelda, please,” Link begs.

Zelda loses herself into it, she fucks him at a brutal pace and the slap of skin against skin fills the room.

“Hnghk!” Link grunts. “Ahh, ah! Ohhhh, Goddess, you- fuck! You fill me up so good, Zel…Never- ugh! Never felt so fucking full…”

“You take me so well…Oh Hylia! You were made to take my cock.”

Link sobs, “Yes! Yes…”

“I should keep my cock inside of you all the time, shouldn’t I?”

“Please! Yes, oh fuck- please, please.”

Zelda shifts her hips and slams into Link so hard the headboard smacks into the wall.

“AHH! Right there! Right there, please…”

“Fuck! Who-” she gasps, “who knew you were such a- Ah! Such a fucking slut for my cock…”

Link clenches around her and comes with a broken whining shout.

It takes all of her focus to stop fucking him and even then she can’t help the little rocking thrusts into him.

“Keep going,” Link gasps and weakly grinds his hips up into her. “Please, I want you to come inside me.”

She fucks him as hard and fast and deep as she possibly can and it’s the greatest thing she’s ever felt. He’s so tight and soft and warm and she wants to stay inside of him forever.

Link clenches around her relentlessly. “Oh Goddess, Zel. I need it so bad, please, fill me up.”

Stars burst behind her eyes and Zelda comes with her mouth open in a silent scream. She pulls out and collapses on top of Link with a pleased groan.

The world fades away in a blissful haze and it feels like everything’s going to be okay. She fully believes they’re going to make it through all of this as long as they do it together.

-

An hour or two later, Zelda wakes up when the warm body beside her carefully slips out of bed. “Where you goin’?” She asks drowsily.

“Just need to wash up real quick,” Link whispers, “be back in a sec.”

Zelda sits up and watches Link’s backside as he leaves to go downstairs. She wants to dig her fingers into his cute little ass and fuck him bent over the dining table. Her cock stirs in interest but she deactivates it and removes the harness. They’re both far too tired for that but there’s always tomorrow. Goddess bless the Zonai for their wonderful creations. Yesterday, if asked, Zelda would’ve said she was completely satisfied with her sex life. But the Zelda of yesterday had no idea what she was missing.

A moment later, Link crawls back into bed.

Zelda kisses him softly and says, “I love you.”

Link smiles. “I love you too, goodnight, Zel.”

“Goodnight, Link,” she answers with a matching smile.

Zelda leans over to blow out the candle on the bedside table when she remembers something.

“Oh, wait! You forgot to put on the healing salve.”

She pulls the medicine out of the drawer. “Can I put it on you tonight?”

Link hesitates before nodding softly and extending his stump into her reach.

A soft and warm feeling settles into Zelda’s chest. A month and a half ago there was a severe wound left behind at the bottom of Link’s stump from the gloom attack. Purah created a healing salve using sundelions for him to use every night and the injury has been healing nicely. Zelda’s asked a few times now if she could apply it for him but he’d always get all snappy and defensive and insist on doing it himself.

Zelda dips her fingers into the salve and rubs it into the damaged skin with a gentle and caring touch. She pulls Link into her arms and they fall asleep intertwined with warm hearts.

Everything is going to be okay.