Work Text:
It began with a glimpse.
They had set up camp on the Great Plateau while Link hummed by the fire, cooking seafood paella without a care in the world. Zelda had not been watching him at first, distracted by her perusal through the Hyrule Compendium. She had to admit that Link’s work in repopulating the album was impressive. His photography skills left much to be desired, however.
“I could only do so much with a white-maned Lynel charging me,” Link threw his hands up in mock frustration before leaning his head against his arm.
“But what if you served as a distraction and I took a better photograph?” Zelda asked seriously.
Link rolled his eyes. “I would rather take a picture while actively riding a Lynel than have you within a hundred meters of one.”
Always a knight, Zelda mused, but yet different than the man she knew prior to the Calamity. This Link was looser, freer–a little more chaotic, perhaps. If she was being honest with herself, it unsettled her a bit. She was grateful that Link wasn’t plagued by the same constraints of knighthood of his past, but the change in his personality when she was already struggling to acclimate to the new world around her was less than ideal. She didn’t fault him for it.
“Damn,” Link muttered as his hair fell loose from his ponytail. He dropped his spoon to gather his hair into a messy bun, and that was when she saw it - a small bruise below his pulse point.
After one hundred years of communing with the Goddess, Zelda thought herself above base emotions like jealousy. She had coolly observed Link upon his awakening, supporting him in his travels as she could from afar, but Ganon permitted no hope or joy within her. Both were weaknesses that could be capitalized on, and there had been no room for error in containing the beast.
But now, Zelda could admit that what she had seen in Link’s life after the Shrine of Resurrection had troubled her. She put forth every ounce of effort into pushing down the resentment at his dalliances - he was human, after all, and humans deserved brief pleasures as a reprieve from duty. (Zelda was not offered the same reprieve, of course, Goddess-blood be damned.)
Link’s pleasures, however, had been plentiful. It seemed that everywhere he went, he found a new lover. Gender nor race seemed a factor in his selection of partner, and she had witnessed a wide variety of private acts that she couldn’t have even dreamed up prior to the Calamity. He would surely be horrified to know the degree of her voyeurism, including the knowledge of what and who had left that love bite on his neck.
“What is wrong with me,” she murmured plainly to her hands in the firelight, and Link’s ears twitched in response.
“Princess?” he asked, procuring a ladle from his enchanted pouch and spooning the paella into a bowl for her. “Is everything okay?”
No. “Yes,” Zelda lied through her teeth, teeth that ached at the sight of the delicate curve of his neck. She wanted to bite it until it bruised, lay her claim over the scars that the Zora prince left mere weeks before her rescue. She wanted to make him moan as desperately as he did when Buliara bent him over the Gerudo Throne with a cleverly designed Gerudo phallus. She wanted to hear him beg to come, the way he did when Paya tied his hands to her headboard and rode him until he cried.
She wondered if the Malice had permanently tainted her. So much for being a vessel of purity.
Link didn’t buy it. He rested the full bowl on the ground, reaching over to touch the back of his hand to her forehead.
She burned.
“You might have a fever. I have an elixir, just hold on–-”
Zelda interrupted him before his hands made it into his pack. “I am fine, Link. Warmth happens when you sit by a fire.”
His eyes were on her for a brief moment, and she did not know how to feel being the center of his attention. “Hm,” he hummed suspiciously before handing Zelda her dinner. When his gaze left her, it stripped her bare.
What was wrong with her? Was she not enough? He was always friendly with her, but he never looked at her like he wanted her. Not like he had with countless others.
Her old feelings of inadequacy rose like bile in her throat.
“You don’t look at me the way you looked at them,” the words tumbled out before Zelda could cage them in her mouth.
Link nearly dropped his bowl. “What?”
“You know who,” she seethed, red hot anger pouring from a steam valve set to release. “The army of lovers you brought into your bed.”
The transformation of Link from clueless to petrified was immediate. The color drained from his face, and he placed his dinner aside before turning his head to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely carrying above the sound of the wind on the plateau. “I didn’t know you had… that you could…” The words caught in his throat.
“I saw everything.” She must have caught fire because her whole body felt hot. “Every single moment.”
“I–-”
Zelda’s words were daggers. “What is wrong with me then, Link? Is the Chosen Hero too good for me? Am I not your type? I didn’t get the impression that you had a type, parading around Hyrule like a common whore. ”
The color returned to his face, trickling down his neck. She wished that he wasn’t wearing a shirt so she could see how far it spread. She was furious, but she still wanted him naked. Somehow, it was Hylia’s cruelest joke of all.
“It isn’t like that, Princess, I just–” Link was frantic now in his response, trying to assuage her anger, but he wouldn’t look at her.
Zelda was up before she even had time to process her actions. She took Link’s chin in her hand, forcing him to turn his eyes up from the dirt.
“What is it, then?” she asked, her mouth so close to his that she could feel his breathing quicken against her lips. “Enlighten me, Link.”
His face twisted as if pained, summoning his Goddess-given courage. “Of course I want you.”
Zelda masked her own shock by tightening her fingers on his jaw. “ Of course? Then why did I have to excavate your desires?”
“Because it’s not appropriate!” Link was on the verge of hyperventilating. “You’re a princess, and I’m your knight.”
“That didn’t prevent you from fucking a prince,” Zelda snapped bitterly. Old feelings of jealousy from watching Link and Mipha together surged through her blood, and she still couldn’t believe that Link had had the audacity to fuck Mipha’s little brother.
“Not my prince. It’s different. I don’t deserve–-” Link added desperately.
Zelda grabbed Link’s face with both hands this time, and the truth left her all at once.
“You make me crazy! ” she shouted so loudly that it scattered birds from the trees nearby. “I was a distressed teenager who knew nothing about the world when I fell in love with you. I dreamt of kissing you, holding your hand, perhaps lying in bed together at night. But now that I know what you look like when you come,” the word sits thickly in her mouth, “it is eating me alive.”
She wasn’t aware of when Link had started peppering apologetic kisses along her palm, but it took the edge off of the white-hot rage that boiled under her skin. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again. “I never stopped thinking about you. All of them–-they were just flings. Nobody can compare to you.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Zelda said firmly, her decision made. She was done with apologies. “I want to see it.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip before pushing into the same mouth that she had witnessed choking on a traveler’s cock.
Link flinched in shock, blue eyes turning to hers with a question behind them. She answered by pressing down on his soft pink tongue, and unthinkingly, he sucked. Warmth flared in Zelda’s belly at the heat and pressure.
Yes, this was her answer. Link would simply have to right his wrongs.
“I thought about your mouth the most,” she said, watching Link’s pupils dilate. “You seemed so skilled and so dedicated to your partners’ pleasure. I suppose it would be expected for someone with such an appetite to have an oral fixation.”
Link moaned and rolled his tongue against her thumb.
“Oh, you like that?” Zelda laughed, deviousness seeping into her words. “A knight who belongs on his knees.”
Agony and delight spread across Link’s face as he fell forward into the dirt, clutching at the back of her thighs. Satisfaction curled through Zelda at the display of submission, and she was suddenly aware of how long she had been chasing this feeling. The powerlessness of her youth was still a knot that filled her breast and Link’s hands on her cracked it right open.
Zelda played with the waistband of her trousers as she lowered her gaze to her obedient knight. Her shoes posed a problem. “Remove my boots,” she commanded.
He moved quickly, but with unexpected gentleness. Calloused hands stripped her of tough leather and her heart fluttered at an unexpected kiss on her ankle. Luckily, the removal of her boots permitted her the freedom to pull her trousers down. Link’s hungry eyes followed every inch of her revealed skin before landing on the dark, damp spot on her underwear. His gaze never left her as she tugged them down as well.
“How well did Celessa teach you, I wonder…” Zelda wondered aloud. Link flushed in reply, obviously remembering the traveler’s extensive lessons on how to pleasure a woman shortly after he awoke from the Shrine of Resurrection.
“I can show you,” he pleaded, nosing the soft skin of her thighs. “Please?”
“Prove it,” she commanded. Her hand dove roughly into his messy bun, using it to drag him to where she wanted him most. His pleased moan almost shattered her self-control.
Link wasted no time licking her open, his tongue lapping greedily at her clit. The pleasure was instantaneous. Zelda’s legs quaked where she stood and she clutched at Link’s hair like a lifeline. Each tug drew a moan from Link’s lips, the vibrations adding to the pleasure from his mouth. She wanted to be unaffected, to play her own game, but it had been a long century without even the touch of her own hand.
“Oh, you are good at this,” she praised, drinking down the way he shuddered pitifully in response. His tongue slipped inside, thrusting in a mockery of something else, and her groans caught in the back of her throat.
Goddess, Zelda was already close. She would ask for his fingers as well as his mouth, but she already found herself winding tighter. He retreated only to move up, seal his lips around her clit, and suck.
“Link,” she cried out, her vision whiting out as she crossed her peak. She rode the waves and rode his face, her fingers gripping blond hair with little regard for his comfort. When Zelda successfully came down from her high, blinking the spots from her eyes, she reached down to draw Link’s face away from her body.
He was a vision: dreamy blue eyes, red swollen lips, and his face covered in slick. It was everything she had ever dreamed of.
But Zelda was still curious. She drew her foot across Link’s thigh, dragging it until it rested over the bulge that strained against his trousers. Even though it remained covered, she had seen this part of him countless times. He wasn’t an unreasonable size - the perfect length and girth for her given her lack of experience. She always found herself both stunned and impressed by the large size of the cocks that he had taken in comparison.
She pressed her heel against his clothed cock before pulling it away entirely. “Strip.”
It pleased Zelda how quickly Link spurred to action. He shucked his belts from his chest and pulled his tunic and undershirt overhead in one motion. She supposed that she could have demanded a show, but she found the desperation even more attractive. Her eyes roved over the muscle of his chest, lean and scarred and perfect for her teeth. His boots came next, and then his pants and shorts, and then–
There he was, in all of his glory. He belonged just like this, naked and on his knees for her.
Zelda reached to her pack behind her, fumbling for a moment to grab her tunic. She laid it on the ground beside the fire, before guiding Link down onto his back. He gazed up at her with wonderment and desire, and it was everything Zelda had craved. The heat blossomed like wildflowers in her chest.
She straddled his legs, trapping him beneath her. Her stomach turned over with nerves at the sight of his cock, so heavy and flush with arousal that it rested on his muscular abdomen. Though Zelda had witnessed Link in many acts, it was her first time putting her hands on a man. Her only knowledge came from anatomy textbooks and her Goddess-given awareness after the Chosen Hero’s awakening.
Steeling her nerves, she grasped him, and he gasped.
He was so warm - steel encased in softness, throbbing in Zelda’s palm. Link’s hips twitched beneath her, but she was an immovable force. She gave him a few strokes, gathering data from every reaction.
Though she spread the bead of fluid gathered at his tip, it was not sufficient lubrication. She remedied this by dipping her fingers between her own legs, moaning softly at her own sensitivity, and returning to stroke Link once more. When he realized what she had done, he let out a tortured groan.
“Oh fuck, Princess, please–-” he choked out, losing his words to Zelda’s hand twisting over the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. To Zelda’s delight, his flush spread down his chest like blots of red ink. Her previous desire to sink her teeth into him returned in a rush, and she bent down to lightly bite just above his nipple. The strong twist of his hips would have bucked her off if he hadn’t clutched at her shoulders to bring her closer.
Zelda grabbed him by the wrists and pinned them down to his sides. “No hands,” she commanded.
Link’s fingers twisted in the fabric of her tunic, and he nodded vigorously in agreement. His chest rose and fell quickly, lips parted with anticipation. Link seemed to enjoy these games–something she had observed plenty of over time. It was more of a surprise to Zelda herself that she enjoyed them as well.
“You may only come with my permission,” Zelda said firmly, hovering above his straining cock. “Do you understand?”
Hazy eyes glued to the minute distance between Zelda’s cunt and his own cock, Link nodded once more.
“Use your words,” she prodded, closing the distance to run the head through her slick folds.
“Yes, Princess,” Link replied hoarsely.
It was a slow descent, but it felt incredible to Zelda. Better than any of her Gerudo-made toys, Link was hot and hard within her, pulsing in a way that she could feel from the inside. She had studied countless anatomy textbooks, had witnessed Link doing this a hundred times, but the sheer physicality of it was indescribable. A sudden burst of emotion threatened to choke her.
“P-Princess?” Link had noticed because he always noticed. He was always watching, always caring for her. He had saved her. He was her everything.
His cock was inside of her, and she hadn’t even kissed him yet.
Zelda remedied that before the tears even had a chance to form. She kissed him with a hundred years of longing on her lips, and he kissed her back just as desperately, her taste still lingering on his tongue. She could have gorged herself on him for hours, but a pleasurable sensation washed over her as his cock flexed within her. There was work to be done.
She moved.
The power was heady beyond anything she had experienced while communing with the Goddess. Zelda savored the way Link trembled beneath her, turning heavily to his self-control to remain still while she rode him. In turn, pleasure roiled within Zelda, rippling all the way down to her toes. She rolled her hips in a variety of ways, every movement a trial to find what best served her.
“Princess,” Link whimpered, and she pressed her fingers into his mouth to quiet him.
“This isn’t for you, Link. This is for me,” she chastised. He sucked at her fingers and her body turned electric. “Everyone else got their turn with you, and now it’s mine.”
Link’s mouth opened with a wet sound to allow his moan to escape, and Zelda took her now saliva-slick fingers to her own clit. She bounced herself up and down on his cock until her thighs burned, until she felt herself leaning back to allow her fingers the space to work exactly where they were needed.
Zelda’s orgasm surged forth without warning. Her cunt spasmed around Link’s cock, hot and burning inside of her, and she writhed over him. Time lost meaning while she trembled, starbursts of pleasure rocketing through her body.
When Zelda returned to herself, she immediately noticed red streaks across Link’s heaving chest. She must have scratched him without realizing it. His thighs twitched beneath her, his restraint spread thin.
“Please, please,” he pleaded, his fingers digging so hard into the fabric of her tunic that she was surprised he hadn’t torn it.
Zelda shook the pleasant fuzz out of her head, lifting Link’s hands to cup her breasts. “That was very good, Link,” she praised, rolling her hips and watching him gasp. “Are you ready for your reward?”
“Yes, Princess,” Link replied eagerly, hips shifting almost imperceptibly underneath her.
“Good,” Zelda said, lifting herself off of his cock. “Turn over.”
“W-What?” he stuttered, confused at the turn of events.
“Grab your magical pack and turn over,” she repeated, annoyed this time. “I won’t ask again.”
Link scrambled to follow her order, reaching for his magically-enhanced pack, gathering it at his side before moving to his hands and knees.
Zelda wanted to test something. “I would ask if you had any sort of lubricant in here, but I already know you do.” She shoved her hand in the pack, summoning up the exact bottle she needed. Proving her point, the bottle was nearly empty. “You seem to have used most of this spreading your legs for half of Hyrule.”
There was a dull thud as Link’s arms gave out, his head turning back to look at her with a mixture of shame and arousal.
“It isn’t enough for me to fuck you with one of those fake cocks you enjoy so much, so my fingers will have to suffice,” she continued while drizzling her hand with the remaining lube. “I assume you are just happy to have something inside you.”
“Princess,” Link whined, but Zelda shushed him.
“Hold yourself open for me,” she demanded, and his hands immediately moved to spread his cheeks.
It was so… Zelda didn’t have the vocabulary for it. The way he exposed himself to her so eagerly, his entrance twitching, the long string of fluid dripping from his cock down to her tunic – it was vulnerable and it was depraved. He carried scars and lean muscle, but he was soft and slight; masculinity and femininity wrapped all in one. She understood why so many people wanted to fuck him.
Gently rubbing circles around his hole, Zelda pulled from her knowledge of what she had witnessed others do to him. As he relaxed, she slowly dipped one finger in, feeling the tight heat envelope her. It truly made her wish for a cock to penetrate him with. She wanted to fashion one just for him. The thoughts of what she could do to him were driving her mad.
Link, in turn, arched his back, canting his hips toward her to take more of her finger. He opened so easily for her that she slid in another without resistance.
“I would have expected you to be tighter, but I suppose you’ve taken much larger cocks than this,” Zelda mused. “Two fingers are hardly enough. I bet I could fit my whole hand in you.”
Link let out a shuddering moan, fucking himself onto Zelda’s fingers. She curved them down, searching for a spot that she knew would bring him even more pleasure, and the pretty sound she was rewarded with was entirely worth it. More fluid dribbled from the tip of his cock, smearing wetly against her tunic. Zelda reached down to give him a cursory stroke, and for a moment, he seemed torn between whether to meet her grip or roll his hips back.
“This is mine,” Zelda affirmed while gently squeezing his shaft. “You’ve had your fun.”
“Yours. Always yours,” Link whimpered, green eyes shimmering in the firelight.
Red hot desire coursed through Zelda’s veins at his submission. Link had always been led by his sense of duty, but he chose her now. It made all the difference.
Zelda released his cock, adding a third finger just to hear him groan. Her free hand went to his hip, holding him in place while she leveraged her body weight to fuck him. She bullied her fingers against that spot with every thrust now, and Link’s moans rose in pitch. His hand crept toward his cock, aiming to stroke himself, but she slapped it away before he could make contact.
“You come on my fingers like the whore you are, or you don’t come at all,” Zelda chided hotly. She aimed to sound unaffected, but Link’s desperation was contagious.
Link bounced his ass on her hand, unabashed in seeking his own pleasure. It took only a few moments before she felt him tighten and pulse around her, the same way her own pussy did when she orgasmed, and he spilled in the folds of her tunic.
“Such a good boy, Link,” Zelda cooed, kissing the muscles of his back and slowly removing his fingers. She wrapped her arms around his middle, draping herself over him and holding him through each spasm.
They spent a few long minutes just like that, catching their breath. Zelda felt close to him like this and she would be hard-pressed to let him go.
Finally, Link fell to his side, narrowly avoiding the mess he left on her tunic.
“Sorry, I’ll wash it,” Link replied, looking a little ashamed. She joined him on her side, facing him and running her clean hand through his hair.
“If I had cared about its state, I wouldn’t have used it as a sex towel,” Zelda said with a laugh. His shame had her concerned, however. Her look turned serious as she drank in his expression. “I am sorry. I was cruel to you, Link. I shouldn’t have acted in such a way. I was just… jealous.” Her own shame and guilt sank like a weight in her stomach. She hoped that she hadn’t ruined everything.
Link captured Zelda’s cheeks with his rough, warm palms. “You were not cruel.” He kissed her softly, apologetically. “There was… a memory. That came back to me after we beat Ganon.” His cheeks paled for a moment and he swallowed hard. “Before we went to Mt. Lanaryu, the King pulled me aside and told me that if I ever ‘laid a lascivious hand on you,’ he would…” Link made a clear snipping motion with his hand.
Zelda wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or punch him. Maybe both. “You were afraid to be with me because my father gave you a shovel talk a century ago?”
Link let out an exasperated sound, throwing his hands up. “Princess, your ghost father gave me a magical paraglider. I didn’t know what he was capable of! And I definitely didn’t want a lifetime of the King haunting my dick.”
Uncouth, but fair. She had something far more important to say, however.
“Call me Zelda,” she replied softly, “when we’re like this.”
Awestruck, Link nodded. “Okay, Zelda.” Her name sounded perfect on his lips. Zelda’s smile was as genuine and bright as the sun. She kissed him so tenderly that he relaxed into her, a dopey grin on his face.
When they finally parted for air, Zelda continued. “I was serious about your cock being mine, you know.”
“I didn’t doubt you,” Link replied nonchalantly. “I’m committed to you, Zelda. I don’t need anyone else.”
“I do love to hear that,” Zelda murmured, pleased. “But I didn’t make any claims about your ass.”
Link’s face burned red in the firelight.