Being appointed as the personal guard for Princess Zelda is an honour Link will always hold close to his heart. Gaining the trust of King Rhoam, enough so that he would entrust the safety of his one and only daughter to Link's person hadn't been intentional - he'd simply seen Princess Zelda on her excursions around the castle and been personable and friendly, whilst she had been understanding regarding how little he spoke. It was a refreshing and easy… co-workership? He wasn't sure what one would call the working relationship between Princess and Knight, but as they'd grown closer, the King had taken notice, and as the world got more dangerous, he'd taken notice of that too.
That is all to say, Link takes his position as Zelda's personal knight incredibly seriously. It's a position - and the Princess a person - that he would lay his life down for a million times without question. It's just… there's some unexpected stressors in this position and Link isn't really sure how he's going to handle them.
The "stressors" in question are mainly, unfortunately, concerning his relationship with the Princess. She's funny and incredibly smart and kind to a fault, ready to help all of those around her whether it would help her or not, and they're all personality traits Link deeply admires. It's just she's… she's…
Princess Zelda is far too tempting, and Link's sanity and his dick can't handle it, okay?
Shifting in place at his post outside of her lab, Link knows that thinking about Zelda in this way is heinous; a betrayal of trust of the highest order towards the King, but Zelda is the initiator in these situations, always. They started as nothing serious, minor incidents that Link could easily pass off as Zelda not being aware of the spaces she (or even himself) takes up, but as the days turned to weeks, turned to months, he couldn't deny that Princess Zelda was getting… touchier.
A hand on his shoulder, leaning against his body when he escorts her back to her quarters after a busy day, and memorably, refusing to leave his side at a banquet to celebrate the repaired relationship with the Gerudo. Just the thought of Zelda, in light Gerudo silks, leaning against him and pushing her chest against his arm whilst he, himself, is in a Voe outfit from the Secret Club as a gift from Riju, and she's so warm. Ugh, he's getting flustered just remembering that night, especially when he considers that a tipsy Zelda is even more handsy than she is when sober.
'Liiiink! Can you come in here and help me for a second?'
Snapping out of his thoughts, Link straightens up and moves to the door beside him, pushing it open with a little shove of his shoulder, the solid wood scraping against the castle stone floors. The sight that greets him is just like one out of his dreams, the ones that lead him to desperately stifling his noises as he palms at his cock. Zelda is stood there, tattered clothes hanging off her body, showing off the curves of her waist and ass and breasts and Link just about barely holds it together as he scans the room for any kind of threat.
Finding none, he turns back to the Princess, resolutely keeping his eyes above board by looking squarely at her chin, though the delicate slope of her neck would be perfect to bite at as she- nevermind.
'Is…' everything okay, goes unsaid, but Zelda understands him better than anyone, simply giggling and nodding.
'Oh, everything's fine, I'm not hurt, if that's what you're worried about,' Zelda turns her back to rifle through the flasks and vials on her desk, and Link swallows heavily, just about having a heart attack at the sight of her perfect skin showing through a hole in her pants showcasing the softness of her ass. Sweet Hylia, he wants to touch her so badly. But he can't. He's a knight and she's a Princess, and a veryimportant rule is that the Princess is not to be touched unless it is deemed necessary to save her life. 'I just need you to stand by while I grab some things off the top shelf. I don't wanna fall and hurt myself, you know?'
Nodding, Link wipes his palms on his uniform pant legs, willing away lewd thoughts about just how wide Zelda's hips are and how lovely it would be to hold her in his arms. Zelda makes her way over to the shelf by the door and Link gulps as he realises just how high up the shelf is, and before he can think much on what he's doing, he's rushing to her side to insist that he is the one to grab down what she needs. Barely stopping short of touching the Princess because while he's sure the King doesn't have eyes everywhere to see Zelda when she's doing everything in her life, he's not sure he could handle not confessing to the man that he broke that particular vow, Link signs rapidly.
I'll get it, Princess. Don't worry.
Face heating as Zelda laughs goodheartedly again, she immediately shuts him down, 'Link, you're a smart man, but the stuff that's up there is pretty volatile and I can't exactly shout instructions for handling them up to you, now can I?'
Reluctantly, Link nods, and Zelda sweeps past him to the step stool kept nearby. 'I just need you to have my back because some of them are heavy, make sure I'm not on the edge of the steps or anything like that, okay?'
Hylia above, he swears that she's doing this on purpose. As Zelda makes her way up the few steps to reach up to the shelf, it puts her ass right at his eye level and Link takes a moment to put his face in his palms and rub because, really, how is he supposed to withstand this otherwise? Her thighs are barely contained by her pants, seams on her inner thighs straining, and if they tear anymore from whatever it was that lead to her clothes getting shredded, he's going to be staring at her bare ass and thighs and Link isn't sure he won't just keel over backwards from blood rushing out of his brain.
As it stands, he's got his fists clenched and he can tell his face is bright red, but he's barely holding on. He wouldn't dare touch her without her saying so, regardless of the contract he's under from the King, but Hylia, it's such a tempting thing to imagine that he almost misses the way the stool wobbles under her for a second. Opening his arms, he moves forwards, but thankfully Zelda doesn't fall, instead stepping down and oh, she's so close that he can smell her.
'Well, that nearly didn't end well!' Her voice is chipper and Link wants to hear it in the mornings, hear the way it warbles as she cries out for him, wants to hear it whispered by his ear. She smells floral with a slight hint of citrus and Link knows he'll never get over it, the scent will invade his dreams and his fantasies and he'll always associate it with her. Zelda doesn't move away, though, instead turning around right in front of him, and this is a thousand times worse. The box she's carrying is pushing her tits up and there's a tear just over the top of them on her shirt and it's showing off the valley of her cleavage and Hylia he wants to bury his face in Zelda's chest and never resurface.
'My eyes are up here, you know.' Snapping his gaze up to Zelda's face, Link backs up, hands raised as he quickly signs that he's so sorry, Princess, I'll leave now, good luck with your research, before rushing out of the lab and letting the door slam behind him. He's ready to deal with punishment for dereliction of duty, but he can't do it anymore, he's going to go insane and he's so hard it hurts.
Inside the room, Zelda sighs, putting the crate down.
'I know he's interested, it's easy to see, but what can I do to make him break and touch me?'
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The thing about Death Mountain is that post-eruption, the air around the mountain is much, much cooler, and both he and Zelda are feeling the bite of the wind as they climb up to the higher altitude. Goron City is as warm as ever, due to how close it is to the summit, but the entire mountain itself is no longer an active eruption site, and the temperature change is incredibly apparent.
Incredibly so, Link thinks, as he looks over at Princess Zelda, and quickly notes the shape of her nipples hard against the fabric of her shirt. Hylia damn-it, can't he catch a break? Why must his desire for the Princess torment him so?
The brisk breeze turns more in a bracing gale, and Link watches as Zelda shivers, the fabric of her clothing thick, but not designed for anything more than the temperate climes of lower Hyrule. It's an easy choice to reach into the pack on his horse and bring out a large picnic blanket, he and Zelda often use it more for protecting their clothes when studying the environment and the impact of the Calamity and then the Gloom on Hyrule, but it's thick and comfortable, and even though he's not supposed to touch Zelda, he reasons that draping a blanket over her shoulders when she's cold falls within his duties of protecting her.
'Oh, Link, you needn't worry about me, we're nearly there, and I don't want to slow us down!'
Nonsense, he signs, it's my job to protect you, Princess.
She smiles up at him and Link can feel his heart pounding in his chest. She's so cute, beautiful, amazing, and everything else in-between. He's not the most eloquent man, but if given the chance, he'd wax poetic about the Princess for days on end.
'Say…' Zelda's face has turned pensive, tapping her finger on her chin, 'isn't there a field of hot-springs on Death Mountain? Surely it would be fine if we were to take a detour to warm up, no?'
Link really can't deny the Princess anything, because instead of advising her that it's unwise, especially since they're going to Goron City on invitation for important business, he simply acquiesces to her whims.
Yes, he signs, they're not too far from here. Do you want to take a break?
It seems Zelda is all for slowing them down when it includes a hot spring, and though he's wary as to how he's going to cope with hot water and Princess Zelda, and Princess Zelda in hot water, warming up in the springs before going to Goron City does sound good.
'I think it would do us both good, don't you?'
They're largely silent for the trip further up towards the hot springs. Thankfully the path up to the city is largely linear, and the Springs are on the way up. It seems that the upcoming development of the city is a very popular topic, as there's not a Goron in site in the lower Springs, though Link imagines the further up they go, they'll start to find the denizens of Death Mountain lingering around.
'Oh, Link, this is perfect!' Zelda's enthusiasm is infectious, and he can't help but grin. Taking the reins of her horse and his in his hands, he leads them over towards signpost and ties them up, before sighing and preparing himself because if there's one thing he's come to learn about the Princess is that she's the exact opposite of shy around him.
Behind him, he can hear the splashing of water, and turning around, he barely contains himself from his jaw dropping open wide as he looks at the Princess. She's mostly nude, the only scraps of clothing on her body an incredibly skimpy bikini in the signature gold and blue of the royal family. The top is strappy and barely covers her nipples with tiny triangles of fabric, and the bottoms aren't much better, straps hiked up high on her hips, highlighting just how curvy she is.
'Link, won't you join me? We can't relax if you're just going to stand guard, after all!'
Swallowing heavily, Link knows that there's no hiding the evidence of his arousal, though despite the fact he's resolutely not allowed to touch the Princess in any way of his own volition, she's never eased up on the teasing, and isn't shy to touch him either… He just hopes that the Princess won't mind the fact he's very visibly aroused.
Yes, Princess, he signs with shaky hands, moving to take off the heavier parts of his armour. He's just starting to wade into the warm water, pants rolled up past his knees and sword laid down at the bank, when the Princess pipes up again, making his face flush bright red.
'How is that fair, hm? You definitely can't refresh yourself in a spring when you're that dressed. In fact, I won't allow it! By order of your Princess, you willstrip before you get in.'
Breathing out heavily, Link can feel his cock twitch in his pants and drip a line of pre-cum down his thigh through his underwear. He can't ignore an order.
He strips methodically, doing his best to not look at the Princess, though when his eyes do stray, he catches her watching him like a hawk, licking her lips. Flushing, he throws his clothes in a small pile by the side of the water, stopping only when in his underwear, the size of his cock bulging the tight fabric obscenely. Sweet Hylia, he looks obscene for it, but an order is an order.
Making his way over to the Princess, Link sits stiff by where she's standing, unable to stop his eyes trailing up the curve of her waist to the way her breasts are barely held up by the straining straps of her bikini.
When Zelda sits next to him and leans into his personal space, he gulps, and gives no protest.
'Nnh!'
He does make a noise when he feels one of Zelda's delicate hands cup over the bulge of his cock, the uniform-issued briefs barely big enough to cover him, pale blue fabric stretched taut.
'Wha… ah!'
He tries to question her, tries to understand why she's so determined to tease him, drive him Hylia-damned insane with desire, the heat of his arousal only stoked by the way the movements of her arm makes her breasts jiggle right underneath the line of his sight.
'Oh, Link, look at you… Can't hold yourself back, can you?'
'Why…?'
'Why?' Zelda giggles, and her hand speeds up rubbing over his cock, making Link hiss and lean backwards, hands clenched by his sides so he doesn't break his vow and touch back, do far much more than touch, but his mind blanks when Zelda speaks up again, 'I want you to break. I want you to touch me, and you wouldn't turn me down, would you? Touch me, Link.'
Surging forwards, Link turns and grabs Zelda's shoulders, looking her in the eye as he opens his mouth, voice croaky from lack of use, but he needs to know, 'Truly, Princess?'
'Yes.'
Bringing their lips together, Link kisses Zelda with the pent-up passion he's been holding back for years, the kiss sloppy and wet and just the right side of messy, one hand going down to cradle Zelda's waist as the other cups the underside of one breast, moaning into her mouth at the soft, weighty feel. Hylia, he doesn't know exactly what he wants to do, only that he wants to do so much of it.
Link settles for moving his mouth to Zelda's neck, laving the sensitive skin with kisses and small bites, wanting Zelda to carry the memory of Link touching her, making her feel good, in the form of hickies and bruises, and it seems Zelda is as much into the idea as he is, given the way she moans and tips her head to the side.
Slipping his hand under the tiny triangle of her bikini, he can't stop himself from pinching and pulling at Zelda's nipple, panting in the crook of her neck as he imagines just what he can do, now that he can touch her. Would Zelda be amenable to letting him play with her tits from behind, grinding against her and telling her what he wants to do? Would she let him loom over her and press his cock into the valley of her cleavage and cum all over her face? Endless possibilities, but now, he wants to taste.
Zelda moans loudly as Link dips his head down, pushing the bikini aside entirely, her tits open to the air, mouth latching on to one nipple as his fingers continue playing with the other.
'Mh, Link! Ah, been waiting to do this, huh?'
Link merely nods as much as he can with his mouth occupied, other hand trailing over the strap to Zelda's bikini bottoms, before pulling hard at the string, making Zelda jolt as he tears the strap, the tiny piece of fabric falling away and leaving her cunt open to the warm water. Quickly, his fingers press over her pussy, and he moans, sucking harder on Zelda's nipple as he feels how wet she is, water notwithstanding.
'Oh! Oh, Link, keep going…'
He very much intends to.
Pressing the tips of his fingers against Zelda's clit, he taps and rubs and drinks in the sound of her moans, his cock downright painfully hard in his briefs. He can feel her getting wetter, and if he had much more of his mind about him he'd push her up the shore and eat her out for as long as she could physically handl;e, but fuck, if he odesn't feel something on his dick other than his underwear, he's going to go insane.
Pulling back, Link brings his hand from Zelda's tits to his own underwear, hissing at the touch of his hand over the bulge of it, before pushing his underwear down hastily. Sighing in relief, his cock bobs in the warm air just above the water, and he watches with no small amount of satisfaction as Zelda looks down at his body and licks her lips again.
'Now, what are you gonna do with that?'
Gripping the base of his cock, Link shifts forwards and rubs the fat head of it over Zelda's cunt, the soft skin feeling divine against him. It's a tease to himself, for sure, but there's part of him that delights in finally getting to tease Zelda back, based on the way she's squirming against him.
Her hand reaches down and parts the folds of her cunt, making the head of his cock brush against her hole.
'Fuck me, please.'
Hylia, he isn't going to last long, not with the way he can feel his cock pulse against Zelda's cunt at her breathy words.
Pressing further up, the wet slide of skin against skin turns to tight, wet heat and he can't help the heady moan he lets out as he finally, finally slips inside Zelda, the stretch of her cunt around him damn near divine.
Zelda is moaning as he pushes in, and looking up, Link pants wetly against her chest as he thrusts his hips hard, sheathing his cock in one fell swoop.
'Ah, hhhah!'
He can't stop, it feels too fucking good, he barely has the wherewithal to bring his hand down to rub and stroke at Zelda's clit, groaning as it makes her cunt flutter around the length of his cock. She's so wet around him and the heat in the pit of his stomach is roaring higher and higher as she moans and cries underneath him. Link mouths at her breast, licking over her nipple and biting down, sucking hard and moaning as he feels Zelda clench down around him.
The rhythm of his thrusts is near feral, the slap of his balls against Zelda's ass and the choppy sway of the water against the shore music to his ears, even as they're tinged with red from embarrassment.
'I… ha, Princess…'
'Liiiiink! Keep, oh, I'm gonna-'
Doubling down, Link crowds in until he's barely pulling out, humping against her cunt in harsh, heavy thrusts, Zelda's legs spread and up, advertising to any and all that come across them that she's getting fucked good.
Swiping his thumb up the underside of her clit, Link grunts as he feels Zelda clench down hard as her cunt flutters, lathing onto her nipple again as she cums around him, and he can feel the way she squirts against the base of his cock.
He can't stop, he's going to cum inside and he can't make himself pull back out. He's not worthy to even risk getting Zelda pregnant, but she feels so good around his cock that it's not even a question, even as she links her legs behind his back and stops him from pulling back.
Link's orgasm crests and he moans desperately against the water and sweat-slick skin of Zelda's tits, cock throbbing and pulsing as ropes of cum spurt out of the tip and fill Zelda up, and if he weren't sure of the impossibility of it, he'd swear he can see a slight paunch develop to her stomach as he keeps coming, pleasure sharpening at the base of his spine as it feels like his stomach turns inside out from the prolonged peak.
Panting as he rides out his pleasure, he opens his eyes and looks up at Zelda, who is similarly out of breath and looking down at him with a smug smirk.
'I knew I'd get you to break, eventually.'