One look at the water clock on the wall told Zelda that they were going to be late. The walk from their drawing room to the council hall was several minutes, and they had documents to review before the meeting on top of that, meaning that realistically, they should have left half an hour ago.
However, when Link laid her down on the couch and descended over her for a heated kiss, any and all worries of their tardiness evaporated. She moaned into his mouth, sliding one hand into his hair to keep him close while the other tugged impatiently at his belt.
Admittedly, they had gotten distracted while getting ready for the meeting. Zelda's new gown had arrived from the seamstress that morning, and she had felt Link's curious gaze on her as she put it on, lingering on the tasteful but tempting neckline and the sleeves that draped off her shoulders. She had teased him for his staring, he had responded with unabashed flirtation, and things had spiraled from there.
Now his tongue was sweeping across her bottom lip while he pushed up her skirts to expose her legs. She tried to think of an excuse to feed to the councilors when they inevitably made a fuss over their delay, but thinking was very hard when she felt his fingertips ghost over the inside of her thigh, sending warm shivers up her back.
To make matters worse, his mouth migrated from her lips to her jaw before settling against her neck and sucking on her pulse point, so she simply gave up on any kind of thinking that wasn't about getting him out of his clothes and turned her attention back to fumbling with his belt.
She yanked it off at the same time as he crooked a finger under the waistband of her panties, and a moment later he was pressed against her, his cock hot and hard as it rubbed along her folds. He chuckled into her neck as he lined himself up with her entrance, fingers idly circling her clit to make entering her easier.
"I'm surprised," Link said, pushing into her with an easy thrust, groaning in unison with her when he filled her completely, "that you haven't said anything about us being late to the meeting yet. Usually you're so--fuck--you're so punctual."
Zelda hiked her legs around his waist to encourage him as he set a steady pace. His thrusts were slow but firm, sinking deep to that little spot inside of her when he pushed in and dragging against her inner walls when he pulled out. "We're already going to be late," she replied flippantly, panting when his fingers returned to tease her clit, gentle on their own but enough to make her back arch and her toes curl when paired with his cock pumping inside her. "We might as well, might as well, oh, a little more, please, yes--"
He applied just a bit more friction to her clit in time with a particularly strong thrust and she keened beneath him, her hands scrambling to find purchase on his shoulders to keep her anchored to this mortal plane.
"Might as well what?" he asked, a teasing smirk in his voice. "Use your words, Your Majesty."
If she wasn't desperately close to her orgasm, Zelda would have pushed him off and forced Link to his knees for such impudence, but she found she didn't care about challenging him as much as she did making sure he didn't let up. This little victory might get to his head and might mean she was going to have a long night ahead of her, but so be it. "Might as well--Link, I'm going to--please--!"
"Yeah, I've got you, come on, Zelda," he murmured, moving back up to kiss her as her body tightened around him, that delicious peak of pleasure crashing into her in one drawn-out wave.
He swallowed her cries with his lips and maintained his pace as she trembled, her legs shaking where they still circled his waist. Her first orgasm didn't have time to fully subside before another began to take its place, spurred on by his unfaltering movements.
"I was going to say," she said, finding her voice again between little mewls of pleasure, "that we might as well take our time. I--oh, just like that--I doubt anyone will have our heads for one instance of dawdling."
"Take our time, you say?" The look in his eyes was entirely too mischievous for her tastes. "In that case, maybe it's finally time that we get around to giving the council that heir they want so badly."
"What do you--Link!"
Link pulled out completely and Zelda whined at the loss, only for him to push back in with enough force to tip her into her second orgasm. He fucked her through it with the satisfaction of a cat who got the cream and followed her over the edge shortly after, burying himself deeply so every drop of his warm seed stayed in her. She sighed happily and held him close, basking in his warmth.
He peppered soft kisses along her neck as the glow faded, and an impish grin pulled at his lips when he pulled back to meet her gaze. "Do you think that's gonna be enough, or should we try again before we really make ourselves late for the meeting?"
She pretended to think about it, then grabbed his face and pulled him in for a needy kiss, appreciating the pleased rumble that reverberated through his chest at her enthusiasm. "I think we can spare another ten minutes."