Fulfillment of Fantasy

Written by Felicia Rondo & Cluster ( @wynnecluster.bsky.social )

Summary: Zelda aches for Link’s touch, but finds herself without an outlet for her desire as her knight had seemed perfectly content to leave things as they were.

When she attempts to request his aid in this matter, she falters when it doesn’t quite come out right. Still, Link sees past her insecurity and fulfills the fantasy she had kept locked away for so long.

Contains: Mutual Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Literally Working Out Your Sexual Frustration, Sexual Repression, Blowjob, Handjob, Cunnilingus, Creampie.

It was hot out, as the sun shone over another dry day in a cloudless sky. There was hardly any wind, either, so all one could do on a day like that was find some shade.

That was where Zelda had found herself, sitting under a tree, with her knight practicing with his sword as always. She had thought he would’ve needed a break by now, yet he still went at it - sweat glistening on his arms, that happened to be bare after she insisted he tie his tunic to his waist.

She thought it was a very reasonable request, as the light bounced off his chest, since he would’ve risked overheating otherwise. When she bit her lip, it certainly had nothing to do with the flecks of sweat that fell from his hair.

With each step he took, the crunch of dry grass reminded her of how long it had been since they had any rain. But the way Zelda yearned for moisture could not be explained by weather alone, she knew.

No, the relief she needed would not come from the sky. Standing before her, cutting the air with his long and beautiful sword, was the only man in Hyrule she had ever wanted this sort of help from. Really, per every book on the subject she had read, this was something she was supposed to be helping him with… and yet, by all accounts, it was help he simply didn’t need.

Was there truly nothing more that her knight desired? She wondered. He thrust his sword against the air once more, as he must have done a thousand times that afternoon, and continued on with the same sense of purpose behind each swing of his blade. Perhaps this was all he required.

To impose upon her knight… no, her love, while he seemed so perfectly content? Well, it wouldn’t be proper. And though she was no stranger to swimming against the tide, as it were, that didn’t make it any less difficult to do.

Then, Link’s arm fell to his side. He was drenched in sweat, so exhausted that Zelda almost felt sore just looking at him. It seemed he was through with training, for the day.

“Let’s head back home, Link,” Zelda suggested, earning a very tired nod from her swordsman, “I’ll draw a bath for you when we get there.” She took his hand, met his handsome blue-eyed gaze, and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. He smiled back at her and walked onward, his mind undoubtedly on other things while Zelda’s lips quivered upon touching his skin.

If he knew how much she dwelled on getting the slightest taste of his sweat… Zelda shook her head and pressed on, feeling more than a little self-conscious at what her desire was doing to her head.

Restlessly, Zelda lay back in bed and gazed up at the pattern of the wood ceiling. In the next room, Link was naked in the bath. Quiet as it was, even the faintest splash was enough to conjure images of her knight’s frame. Despite having stripped down to just a nightgown in the privacy of her bedroom, the heat from within could not be escaped.

“Get ahold of yourself,” Zelda thought, gripping at the sheets next to her thigh, “he can… help with this, potentially… after he’s finished his bath. Any sooner would be premature.”

The thought of letting herself into Link’s bath and lending him a hand in ‘relaxing’ should have been unthinkably forward to the princess, and yet the picture of his member throbbing at the sight of her refusing to leave her mind proved it was quite ‘thinkable’ indeed.

He would likely attempt to cover himself, out of modesty, but she would tell him there was no need. She could nearly feel the floor of the bathroom under her knee as she pictured herself kneeling down and wrapping her fingers around his shaft…

“No, no, that’s quite enough,” Zelda sighed in exasperation, covering her hopelessly-red face as she dispelled the latest outlandish fantasy from her mind.

She craved his lust. Yes, perhaps more than she needed to sate her own, she wished for him to want her the way she simply couldn’t stop wanting him. To see the look on his face when she disrobed, the desire in his eyes…

But then… what if that desire, that she had longed for so desperately, simply didn’t exist?

It would go some of the way toward explaining his lack of initiative, how content he seemed simply to devote himself so single-mindedly toward protecting her without ever asking for anything in return.

She knew he loved her, with a devotion deeper than she imagined anyone in Hyrule could possibly match, so… who was she to then want him to also be attracted to her?

The thought of it made her heart ache, in ways that only compounded her sorrow. She felt selfish, almost, but she wouldn’t allow herself to give in to that feeling. She had made no request of Link yet, she told herself, and he would be allowed and perfectly capable of declining when she did.

‘When.’ It was only thought in passing, but some part of her seemed to have already decided she was actually going to do this. There was admittedly an amount of inevitability to it, as this desire was as persistent in Zelda as Link’s passivity was in him, but to think she would have to find the words to ask…

Above all else, Zelda needed to make sure she wasn’t pressuring him in any way. The wording of her question must allow room for denial, to make refusing this request as simple for Link as possible. She knew Link, she knew the kind of man he was, and if he felt any sort of obligation to fulfill her request she knew his own feelings would not factor into his decision whatsoever.

This should have been a simple task for her, she felt. As princess, her command of language and vocabulary needed to be impeccable. She had navigated consequential meetings with leaders from across Hyrule without faltering, and yet she was struggling to even form the beginning of her request in her head.

At some point, no doubt while she was deep in thought, Link had finished his bath - the sound of him toweling off that soaking wet naked body of his just barely managing to snap her back to reality. She could hear the water that covered his body dripping onto the floor of their bathroom, and for the first time Zelda knew what it was like to envy water.

“Focus, Zelda, focus,” she reminded herself. It wouldn’t be long before he came out, and she couldn’t be caught daydreaming things she would never speak aloud. If she just collected her thoughts, she knew that she would find the perfect words—were it not for the bathroom door swinging open right then.

Link entered their bedroom as casually as he always did, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. His dreamy shoulder-length hair looked more brown than blonde when wet but, as appealing as his hair so often was to Zelda’s eye, it could’ve been pink and she wouldn’t have noticed it in that moment.

Fighting to keep her gaze above his neck, she smiled when he looked over at her and tried to summon up the will to tell him what she needed. Try as she might, the words simply refused to leave her tongue.

As the silence settled in the room, Zelda felt tempted to just… let it be. It would be so simple to not say anything, to let the moment pass and prolong this yearning for yet another day. It had tormented her this long, after all, what was one more night?

But no… she couldn’t think like that. Difficult as it may have been, the princess could not allow herself to remain silent.

“Link…” she began, prompting him to turn and rest his beautiful blue-eyed gaze upon her once more, his hair moving only slightly under the weight of its dampness, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…” She took a deep breath, clearing her anxious mind as much as she could, and continued,

“For a long time now, I’ve been dealing with something… and I need your help with it,” she explained, before catching herself, “n-not that it’s your fault I’ve dealt with it for so long, I should’ve said something sooner of course!

“’Need’ is a strong word for it too, in hindsight, too strong,” she corrected herself further, “it’s more that I would really like your help with this, but it’s perfectly… okay… if…” her breath became short as she watched the concern on Link’s face grow.

It wasn’t going how she’d planned at all. Honestly, there was hardly a plan going in given she had barely been able to think lately. As she watched her fears come to life, each word another step in the wrong direction, her eyes began to well up with tears as she bore witness to it all.

“Are you okay?” Link asked, taking a seat close beside her. To have him so close, wearing so little, was something she had dearly desired… but having it now left a bitter taste in her mouth.

“No…” she whimpered, before abruptly correcting herself, “I mean yes! Yes I am okay, Link, perfectly okay…” It sounded so dishonest to say when her voice had become so unsteady, but the alternative was far worse in her mind. She loved Link too much to take advantage of his sympathy. Better to lie than to take anything from him that he wouldn’t give freely, she felt. Better to stain her tongue in falsehood than to make him bear the burden of her lust.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” Link pressed further, as though he had heard the truth in her voice even as she spoke falsely, “Please, Zelda,” he pleaded, moved to speak further than he normally would, “let me take the weight off of your shoulders.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She tried to spare him of it, as hard as she could, but Link simply refused to let her keep him from serving her. Perhaps it was selfish to think she had a right to deny him his duty to her. If this was what he needed from her, the wall she had built around her desires had to come down.

“Oh Link… I wish it were that simple…” she sighed, feeling a little warmer as Link wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, “What I want is… impractical…

“I want you to want me, to want to have me, and to make that desire known to me whenever you feel it,” she spoke, “but for that, first you would need to want me… the way I want you…” She looked up as bravely as she could and met his gaze again with her teary eyes.

“To have you… and make my desires known to you…” Link echoed back at her, pensively, “You’re the princess,” he said, “would it not be improper?”

“Not at all,” Zelda answered, feeling her head clear just a little as she continued, “I would happily give anything you could ever want of me.”

It wasn’t a sentiment one could say lightly, but Zelda meant it and would loved to have been ready to prove it… were there not a lingering feeling that nothing would come of this bold declaration.

“That having been said,” she began to hedge, “I understand if you would rather not… You’ve been so accommodating to me already, I don’t want to impose any more than I have—”

“Anything?” Link pressed further, snapping Zelda out of her spiral like a bump on the head, “I can… touch you?” he asked, causing Zelda’s cheeks to burn like they’d never blushed before.

“W-well, yes,” Zelda answered, “you have already touched me before, but…” she averted her eyes shyly and acknowledged, “there are places you have not laid your hands upon that… you are welcome to.” It was more than a little embarrassing to confirm, but she would bear it for Link’s sake.

Looking at him once more and staring into his eyes, in an anxious search for where they stood after she spoke, she found him gazing back at her as though he were looking through her. Did he see selfishness, past her worn cloak of patience?

“… I’ve been a fool,” he said, a bittersweet look in his eye, filling Zelda with confusion at this sudden confession, “I thought I was putting your needs first, all this time, but instead I’ve only deprived you of that which you desire.

“I have wanted you,” in one smooth motion, he took her hand in his and brushed a circle into her palm with his thumb, “wanted to have you, the way that lovers have one another, the way a man in water wants air.”

His words made her heart flutter. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he brought her hand to his body and placed it on his toned chest. She couldn’t help but let out a gasp as her palm rested on it, faintly feeling the beat of his heart through it.

“Each time my heart ached for the feeling of your body against mine, I trained,” Link told her, “whenever I felt as though I could die of lust if I didn’t touch you in the next moment, I swung my sword.” Images flashed through Zelda’s mind of Link practicing out in the sun, for the past several months and indeed that very same day, working himself to exhaustion and past it over and over.

He needed her. Every drop of sweat, every cut blade of grass, had all been a silent howl of desire.

She blinked as it all clicked in her mind. There he was, the center of all her burning desires, waiting just as she had… All that time, she had held the key in her hand to unlocking the door. After everything, she could only smile - a laugh as soft as a sigh falling from her lips, before she moved her hand from Link’s chest to his cheek.

“We’ve waited long enough,” she said, as much for Link as it was for herself, “we need not delay this any longer.” They looked into one another’s eyes for as long as they were open, closing gently as their lips drew nearer until finally… they touched.

It wasn’t their first kiss, though that too had taken an embarrassingly-long amount of time to occur, yet this time felt so different. Was knowing what would follow so significant? Or was the freedom from their own respective preconceptions so great that even a kiss could feel brand new?

Link laid his hands on Zelda’s back as he leaned into the kiss, the warmth as his fingertips pressed softly into her flesh making her realize how cold her back had been before. She felt his hands sliding down to her lower back… then lower still, as Link cupped her ass in his palms and squeezed it through the thin fabric of her nightgown - causing her eyes to flutter open and a surprised moan to escape her lips into his.

He had her permission, of course, but she imagined he would be more interested in her breasts. They at least were properly proportional to her frame, if a bit modest in size, unlike her rear - which had been a source of consternation for the princess…

Try as she might, no matter what she did or didn’t eat, nothing ever changed that part of her figure. Some days she wished she could crawl out of herself when she walked in front of Link and could feel it jiggle with each step she took. It was almost enough to make her swear off pants, were she not even more uncomfortable with her royal dress.

And yet, even as she could feel its plump flesh spill out between Link’s fingers, it only seemed to make Link’s hunger stronger. His kisses became more forceful, his moans louder, and she could even faintly notice something ‘awakening’ from under his towel…

Well, if he could feel bold enough to touch her body, she would be well within her rights to do the same to his! She had yearned for it so long, after all, and she wasn’t going to get a finer opportunity than in that moment… so, she slid her hand down his towel and…

“G-good heavens—!” yelped Zelda, when she found a member that was a fair bit thicker than what she had imagined. She pulled her hand away without thinking, face burning red.

“What’s the matter?” Link asked, releasing her from his grasp as concern took the place of desire, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, Link, I-I was just… s-surprised,” she answered, as her eyes searched in vain for somewhere to look to hide her embarrassment. Had it somehow gotten hotter in her room, or was something else getting to her…?

“Is there anything I can do for you?” offered Link, not knowing the multitude of requests that Zelda wouldn’t dream of voicing that proceeded to flood her mind.

“Perhaps… if you could remove your towel…” Zelda requested, timidly, an anxious feeling of arousal lowering her inhibitions. To hear herself utter these lustful words was strange, for the princess, but the whole situation felt like something from out of her wildest fantasies… and in those fantasies there was nothing she couldn’t do.

Link smiled and nodded, momentarily pulling away from her and standing up to comply with her request. After a beat of anticipation that felt agonizingly long, she was still woefully unprepared for what she beheld after his towel dropped to his ankles.

Time seemed to stop as she took in the sight. Her gaze went over its length, its… impressive girth, and she wondered…

“Is it a-always this b-big?”

“Only because of you,” Link answered, humbly, in a position where countless other men would no doubt boast. He seemed to be referring to a phenomena that she had read about, wherein the phallus becomes engorged when the male becomes aroused, but… to actually see it with her own eyes was something quite different…

“May I…?” asked Zelda, eliciting a nod from Link, before kneeling down to take a closer look.

She studied its form and noted its reaction to the slightest stimuli, including something as seemingly-innocuous as her own breath - just a soft exhale was enough to cause it to twitch. Yes, it was a fascinating phenomenon that the princess had gone over in numerous books, enough to know the proper treatment…

“Oh!” she squeaked, suddenly, blushing as she snapped out of her fantasy and realized what position she had just put herself in.

The science of the moment fled her mind as Link’s member, that had been out of reach for so long, was then barely inches away from her face. It was such an impressive display, that she had in any way caused this desire… it would have been unthinkable, earlier that evening.

… If this was a fantasy, she began to wonder to herself, what would she do? The world around her took on a dreamlike glow as her hand reached for her swordsman’s member and grabbed it once more. She could feel herself getting goosebumps as she held it, her delicate fingers wrapped around its girth.

Zelda slowly began, after a pause, to stroke his impressive shaft. While her scientific mind viewed the member with curiosity, her mouth could only water at his sheer size.

Hesitantly, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip. Her heart fluttered as the taste of her love hit her tongue, and a moan of surprise leapt out of her lips when she felt it twitch at the stimuli.

“A-ah!” Link reacted, her kiss having caused what felt like a wave of bliss to pulse through his whole body. He looked down at the princess, an angle he had yet to view her from in all the time he had known her, and felt something stir… if Zelda could see into his mind, she might have blushed as her knight noticed how the beautiful princess looked… rather pretty.

The princess’s lips quirked up in a smile at the pleasure she brought Link, simply from what she could hear and feel as the thick member her delicate fingers were wrapped around continued to twitch.

“It’s… So…”

Beautiful, was the thought she left unsaid as she wrapped her lips around the tip. Her hand continued to stroke the shaft while she rolled her tongue all around the head and finally got a taste of the solution to what had felt like an endless thirst.

“Mmmnnghhh…” Link moaned as he bit his lip. For every time he thought the pleasure had plateaued, it would reach an even greater height…

The sounds of his pleasure created a sort of song, one Zelda had never heard before, that provided an ambient accompaniment to the soothing sounds of her tongue.

His moans coaxed her on and, hoping to bring forth even more beautiful sounds from her partner, she moved her hand to his balls and took his length deeper into her mouth. She felt a moan of her own spill out, as the taste of it was so much better than she had ever imagined.

She was only able to fit about half of him inside, any more would bring a degree of discomfort, but she sucked and licked that half with all her love and passion. Each time she felt his member throb against her tongue, the heat inside of her grew.

“M-mm… Zelda…!” he spoke, reaching his hand down and placing it upon her head so that he could caress her hair - its beautiful blonde hue seeming to glow in the dim light of the bedroom, “When you do that… it feels so… g-good…!” Speech was hardly Link’s strong suit but, alone in that room with his princess, he felt free of the obligations that so often stilled his tongue.

Zelda moaned as her silent knight sung her praises, practically purring, her voice’s vibrations serendipitously deepening the pleasure she was showering him in as she looked up lovingly into his eyes. It was one sight of many that Link had seen of his princess and, like so many others he had held onto, he doubted he would be forgetting this one for another hundred years either.

“Gghghh…!” he breathed unsteadily, his cock throbbing in her mouth, drawing nearer to his climax with each flick of her tongue, “I can feel something… building i-inside…!”

She pulled away from his shaft upon hearing this, the more clinical part of the princess that craved knowledge emerging once more through the fog of passion and urging her to witness the process of male ejaculation that she had read about… perhaps a little more often than was appropriate, for a princess.

Link let out a little whine as his cock left the warmth of her mouth, only for his breath to catch in his throat as the princess grabbed his shaft once more and began to stroke it - swiftly discarding any disappointment he may have been feeling.

“Let it out, Link,” Zelda spoke, her voice making the order sound nearly as soft as her palm felt against his shaft, “I want to see it…” Her lust for enlightenment entwined with her lust for Link as her strokes became firmer and more purposeful.

Her hand glided along the length of his shaft, her gaze noting each time she made it throb and using her findings to increase his pleasure as she sought his climax, until at last… it came.

“Mmmhh… h-haaaaaah~!” Link cried out, in a voice so much more tender than she had ever heard from him in battle. Zelda bit her lip and stared, attention rapt, as his semen shot forth and coated her breasts and the fabric of her nightgown, not stopping her attention on his shaft until he’d completely finished.

“Amazing…” she breathed, pulling her hand away from his member to gently scoop up the evidence of his love that had fallen on her skin, ignoring the fluid staining her nightgown, “It’s so thick… Even more than I’d expected,” she noted.

Without thinking, she brought her fingers to her lips and closed her eyes as she had a taste for herself. It was salty, much like his sweat she had stolen a taste of earlier, but this had a sweetness to it - one that could only be a result of his freely-given love.

There had been a dam holding that love back, before - an unbreakable sense of duty that had held her knight from acting on the desire that had finally been released. Now that he had allowed it once, a mere droplet of his affection for her, something awoke in him.

He watched her licking his love off her fingers, heard her let out the softest of moans as she approved of its taste, and he could feel that dam burst.

“It’s qui—!” Zelda squeaked as Link bent down and laid a passionate kiss on her lips, startling her out of her reverie, any further pondering on his semen being swiftly shelved as she kissed him back.

The touch of his lips on hers and the feeling of his hands as he scooped her up into his arms brought with them a renewed flush to her cheeks. Even after all that he had done, she realized, she quietly ached for more.

In that, she was far from alone. Link continued to kiss her, his hands gripping at the fabric of her dress from her hips and steadily hiking it up - causing her to shiver as the air in the room, that had felt so hot up until then, felt cool between her now-exposed thighs.

The sound of sprinkles outside could faintly be heard in between their kisses, a stray raindrop falling on the window every now and then, but she could hardly notice it with how very distracting Link was being…

As easy as it was to lose herself in Link’s lips right then, Zelda grew curious as he pushed her nightgown further and further up her body. She could only wonder so far as to what he had planned before he suddenly broke away from kissing her to lift her dress up over her head, tossing it aside while holding her gaze.

What the princess saw in those blue eyes was something new, that she had only caught glimpses of before, now on full display - pure unfiltered desire, with nothing else to be found in the reflection of his eyes but herself as the one and only subject of that desire.

Link grabbed her once more, eliciting another high-pitched squeak from Zelda, as his desires and sense of duty finally aligned. With every inch of their bodies now as uncovered as their feelings for one another, he threw her back onto the bed.

“Ahhhh! Link!” Zelda cried out in surprise, but her heart raced with a thrill that felt completely new to her. She panted on the bed, her thighs locked together out of a mix of excitement and lingering shame as her lips broke into a delighted smile.

With a single-minded hunger that would have nearly befitted a wolf more than a man, Link climbed on top of Zelda. He took in the sight of her once more, but wasted little time before wrapping his lips around her breast and kissing it hungrily.

“Link, what are youuuuu—!” she cried out once more, but her questioning was quickly tossed to the wayside as he grabbed and massaged her breasts as he laid kiss after kiss upon them - his lips and the loving caresses of his hands sending sparks all through her body.

“Ohhhh my, that’s… That feels amazing,” she gasped, the new sensation catching her off guard, “I didn’t know my breasts could feel so… good!” she exclaimed, shutting her eyes in bliss as her thighs relaxed and the heat deep inside her grew.

The way that her knight groped and sucked on her chest quickly made her leave any thoughts of inadequacy behind. Other women did indeed have larger chests than her, and she would surely feel a twinge of envy now and again in the future, but in that moment it was as though her bust was catnip to her beloved and that she was the most beautiful woman in all of Hyrule.

But, after having lapped at her breasts for a little while, his head drifted lower as he began to plant kisses down her torso.

“A-ahhhhh~” moaned Zelda, as the kisses sent bursts of pleasure racing through her like a strong wind through a field of grass. She looked down, reopening her eyes slightly and peeking past her eyelashes to gaze upon her love.

Were there more hours in the day, Link would have liked to kiss every inch of his beloved princess. There was a destination his lips were traveling toward, however, as he planted one last tender kiss upon the bottom of her soft stomach and then the flesh just beneath it…

“Link…!” Zelda breathed heavily, spreading her thighs fully, “Don’t stop… Please…!” she pleaded, her hands finding their way to his damp hair to urge him on gently, the rest of Hyrule seeming to fall away - leaving only herself, the bed she laid upon, and the exquisite lips that she could never feel against her skin enough.

Then, before even he knew it, he arrived - his lips touched her clit softly as he kissed it, moaning into it and causing Zelda to let out a gasp. Curious about this part of his princess that he had never witnessed for himself, Link placed tender and ever more numerous kisses upon it to familiarize himself with it.

Zelda arched her back as Link’s simple exploratory kisses filled her with a deeper pleasure than she’d experienced all night, her thighs seeming to lift up all on their own to caress his cheeks as he made love to her aching flower with his lips.

Link’s cheeks squished a little as her thighs pressed into them. He smiled as he felt the warmth of his princess’s legs against him, wanting to bask in the bliss of them for an eternity, but he knew there were other matters to attend to.

His eyes wandered further down Zelda’s body, and he noticed how rather damp she had become in the place beneath her clit. So, unable to resist the temptation, he of course buried his face between her thighs and began lapping at her there.

“Liiiiink~” she sang, grinding her hips against him and squirming as his tongue brought her tense passion closer to its climax, the heat of the day seeming as nothing compared to the burning inside of her that crooned for release, “Just like that, please…”

If the princess had a mind to notice it she would have heard the rain picking up in earnest, now almost lashing against the window. It was a testament to the heights of pleasure her knight had brought her to, and his own single-minded dedication, that neither of them paid this development any mind.

“P-please,” she repeated, in a desperate voice, her breath quickening, “keep going, keep going!” she begged, squeezing his head tighter between her thighs, “I’m… I-I-I’m almost—!”

But her sentence, broken as it was, would remain unfinished - concluded not with words but with a cry of ecstasy, as the excitement of her love and lust finally being reciprocated brought her to a swift and satisfying climax on her lover’s tongue.

A moan escaped the oft-silent lips of her knight, sounding as though he had never tasted something so sweet as his princess found for herself the same release that she had given him. Opening his eyes, he gazed upon her as she lay limp on the bed.

She had the most serene smile on her face. It felt as though all the world was at peace, now that the raging fire inside of her had been quenched so completely… and yet, when her eyes dreamily blinked back open, she couldn’t help but look back down that toned chest of his that still seemed damp - whether with bathwater or the sweat of their recent mutual exertions, though, she couldn’t say.

Her eyes continued down further still until she spied his still-erect cock, standing at attention as he took in the sight of her. It was a reminder that his passion rose to meet her own, and served as a torch to light the fire inside her once more.

“Link…” she breathed out needily, while the sound of the rain spattering against the window continued to intensify and thunder roared in the distance, as she spread her legs once more, “Please… I need it…

“Make love to me…” her voice, sounding like honey, let out one final plea.

His hands found her inner thighs and began to caress them without another thought, gazing at where he had lapped at her. After spending so long listening past the words she spoke for what she meant, what she truly needed, hearing the unfiltered truth caused his heart to skip a beat.

“Zelda…” he whispered, to hear the beautiful sound of her name more than to say anything himself. The further they went, the less speech seemed to matter…

Speaking had gotten them this far, true, but so too did the difficulty of it keep them where they had been for so long. To let all those words fall away, like the titles of ‘Princess’ and ‘Knight’ that seemed so quaint in the walls of their home in Hateno, until there was just the boy and the girl who yearned for each other… that was what they needed.

He brought the tip of his thick member to her entrance and, darting his eyes briefly back to hers just to see that the feeling in them remained, he started to move his hips forward…

She gasped and shuddered as he went where no one else had gone. He might have stopped to make sure she was okay if she hadn’t reached out and clutched his hand, as if to show him the only thing she needed him to stop were any second thoughts he may have been having. Heeding her silent advice, he went further.

“Nnngh…!” he breathed. Each inch he fit inside made him yearn to go deeper, to bring himself closer, until at last there was no distance separating the two. Locking his eyes to hers, he began to thrust…

Whatever she thought of his girth when it was in her mouth was nothing compared to the feeling of it pushing against her walls. She could almost scream, her mind racing with every private fantasy she’d had of this moment - but every imaginary world she’d crafted in her mind, no matter how very detailed they became, paled in comparison to the real thing.

“Ohhhhhh…” she smiled broadly, staring him in the eyes as her true feelings beat in tune with her racing heart, “I love you…”

“Nnnmmm!” Link moaned as he found a fire of his own, with each thrust becoming more impassioned than the last, “I love you! I love you too!” he exclaimed, those familiar words coming out with the same passion they would’ve carried if it had been the first time they had left his lips.

He pulled her up until her weight rested against him, steadying her as he gripped those hips that mesmerized him so. He began to bounce her on his length, the feeling of her ample flesh jiggling against his lustful fingertips filling him with a hunger like he’d lived his whole life starving.

Passionately, her rational mind completely discarded in favor of a sweet blend of animal yearning and tender needy love, Zelda took Link’s lips and kissed him. Her depths clung to his manhood as he thrust up into her, his lengthy ‘sword’ penetrating deep inside as he moved with a heat that matched her own.

While the princess had taken, in her more… ‘desperate’ nights, to fantasizing about Link taking her like some beast in the night, her waking mind was woefully-unprepared for how much more loving and giving his every thrust felt.

His hands, more than just supporting, roamed her generous buttocks as he squeezed her and pulled her along with his thrusts. Like he couldn’t get enough of her for himself, but also refused to allow the possibility she would feel anything less than fully appreciated.

“Mmnnnn!” Link kissed, “Nnnnmmm!” he kissed again, “Zelda…!” he moaned, before burying his face in her neck and kissing it as he sunk his fingers deeper into her plump ass, “I-I can feel it, once more… something is building…!”

“Link!” Zelda gasped, his quickening thrusts and his fingers digging into her posterior making her passion tighten up, “G-give it, to me, Link… Deep inside…” she breathed, rubbing her soft breasts against his toned chest as she felt her whole body quiver.

The whirlwind of emotion and passion seemed to slow with time itself, the roar of the outpouring of rain outside fading into the distance as she locked eyes with her knight. In that otherworldly ‘calm’ before what was to come, she spoke,

“I want to feel your love… deep… in my most special place…!”

At this final request, Link followed his desire with the same intensity that carrying out his duty as her knight always inspired in him. With a passionate growl, he brought his lips back to hers and poured every ounce of affection he had into their love-making.

Zelda’s heart fluttered as she felt the vibration of that growl against her lips. Moving almost by instinct more than thought, she reached her hands to his soft blonde hair and ran them through it as she found herself swept up by the moment. As his thick member penetrated so deeply inside, a hot tight feeling came from within… and she found herself wrapping her legs around him, trying to keep him as close as she could.

Feeling her legs around him, Link gave in to the beast she needed him to be in that moment and pushed her forcefully down onto the bed. Her eager moans pushing him further and further, as their shared pulse of love became the only sound in the world…

Finally, they both cried out wordlessly. No semblance of class or duty remaining, just two desperate people… finally finding the release that they craved. Zelda’s back arching as Link released the product of his love inside her. For a moment, all either of them could hear was the pounding of their hearts in their ears.

Then, reality came back - the sound of the rain on the window, the sweat on their skin… Link all but fell onto his princess, and she held her knight.

Zelda smiled as she felt the weight of her beloved knight on top of her, basking in the warmth of his back against her palms… Finally, truly, that desperate thirst was slaked. Her knight’s breathing slowed along with hers, and even the rain seemed to be letting up… but, even though that exquisite moment had come to an end, the ache in her heart did not return.

What had been left as an ‘unspeakable’ fantasy had finally been fulfilled. Even if that long-awaited rain was at its end, she could rest easy knowing that it had come - and that the parched land of Hyrule had gotten the moisture it so badly needed.

The End.