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Thank you once more to Folodu for helping make this fic so much better by Betaing
Thank you to Chi for the absolutely breathtaking art, like holy shit!
It's Link who brings the idea up, initially. But, if Zelda were completely honest with herself, the desire to broach the topic of penetrating him was already on her mind long before he said anything to her.
With the growing Gerudo population near Tarrey Town, certain creature comforts cropped up over time. Stall vendors, Gerudo spices mixed into Akkala cuisine, even a massage parlor. One other such comfort that became available was a store geared towards mature needs, one with items that went on sale only after the sun set, all done in mind with clientele that wanted to remain discreet with what they purchase.
While Link may have been the one to vocalize their shared desire initially, it was Zelda who asked if they could visit the shop. A detour during their monthly excursion to see the contraptions being raced at the Gerudo Derby, the shop was small and tucked away, but very well stocked and maintained.
Finding what they needed wasn't hard; finding what would work for them though, that came with question after question from Zelda. The shopkeeper, a Gerudo with a constant stern expression on her face, took it in stride and answered each query with the same attention and thoroughness as the last. Link, for his part, had two simple requests: One, that the toy be made of a easy to clean material and two, it be of a size not too terribly…intimidating for someone first staring out.
That was how they purchased what they did, brought it home and began the process of strapping Zelda into a harness for the chosen toy.
Getting situated comfortably into the device took some patient trial and error, something they worked through like any other puzzling situation. First, they had it too tight on her, the leather digging into her thighs and hips more then was necessary. Then they had it too loose, where the phallic toy they picked out together dangled in between her legs near comically. Enough so that Link voices a thought,
“If we strap it to my face, Vah Ruta and I would match…we could be trunk buddies.”
Which earned him a playful flick from Zelda on the bicep and a soft chuckle.
Eventually, they had the harness seated just right; not too tight, with the base of the toy flush against her mons. Staring down at it, Zelda couldn't help but tilt her head and cock her hip to the side. It was different, having something sticking out and away from her body like this. Not bad, not wrong, just different.
"I don't look silly like this, do I?" she eventually asks, turning her attention back to where Link had been silent for the better part of a minute.
The look on his face, with his hand covering his mouth and hungry eyes trailing up and down her body seemingly on instinct, tells her that no, she absolutely does not look silly in the least. He moves the hand covering his face and asks,
"Can…can I try something? Before we continue, that is?"
His voice is soft, almost shy in tone. The quiet question surprises her, if only because her research and their conversations about what they were wanting from this endeavor led her to believe the next step would be the preparation for penetration. They were both bare, there was a waiting bowl of oil near the bed for ease of access, the harness was in place…what he might want to try, Zelda had little idea about.
"Of course, what did you have in mind, love?"
Instead of saying anything, Link comes closer and sinks to his knees, his lone hand holding the base of the toy anchored to her as he places a kiss along the exposed skin of her hip. Her fingers instinctively run through his hair, tucking a stray lock behind his ear as she went.
"I know you can't feel through it…but I want to use my mouth on this." He punctuates the word 'this' with a single stroke along the toy, from base to tip and back.
A current of heat pools in Zelda's belly at Link's soft request. She swallows and cards her fingers through his hair again as she answers with,
"If you want to try it, let's try it."
He nods, smiles nervously up at her and starts hesitantly, testing the waters, as he kisses the toy from base to tip, his tongue poking out to lick as he reaches the head. Then he takes it into his mouth, down to where his hand is still wrapped around the base, his eyes close for a moment as he bobs his head once, twice, thrice, taking the toy deeper with every pass. Even without feeling, the sight alone has Zelda's mind on fire with need want got to have.
Her fingers pet along the shell of his ear, the sound of blood pumping through her own only competing with the deliciously wet noises Link’s mouth was making, her eyes fixated on the man kneeling before her. When he looks up at her again, lips wrapped around the now glistening toy, something primal claws its way out of the base of her spine and demands her attention now. She firmly anchors her fingers into his locks and rolls her hips forward, ever so slightly, wanting him to take her deeper but having no desire to hurt him.
She knew it wasn't part of her, not really. But seeing it seated so nicely against her body, watching her lover open his mouth wider with a shaking whine and take what she gave him? It made Zelda’s core ache and pulse with pleasure, her mind wondering idly how delightfully warm and wet his tongue might feel along her own length, if she had one. It was the most intriguing, alluring thing, seeing Link use his mouth on the toy. She didn't know if it was the pressing and pulling of it, watching the head glide against his soft pink tongue before she plunged back in or perhaps it was the spit dribbling down his chin.
She rocks her hips again, another moan sounding from her throat when Link's moves his hand to snake its way between her legs. She knows he’ll find her absolutely dripping wet as his fingers begin to stretch her open, the middle and pointer pressing at that in spot within her that makes her melt, his thumb rubbing controlled circles around her clit.
"Oh Link, that's lovely." She gasps, her voice soaked in pleasure and wavering, even to her own ears.
She can feel him shiver at the praise, his hand and mouth doubling their efforts in response. Watching him bob his head, feeling him rub his thumb against her clit and press his fingers into the heat of her body, hearing her own moans mix with Link’s wet muffled ones, it all becomes too much very quickly. It wasn't long before she finds herself climaxing, long and hard, body clenching around fingers and Link looking up at her like she was worthy of divine worship.
As she's coming down, legs shaking but still sturdy, Link withdraws his hand from her and let's the toy go with a soft 'pop'. His palm is wet from pleasing her, fingers glistening with arousal that he coaxed from her; arousal that Link promptly cleans from his hand with his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.
Oh he is just so good to me.
The thought occurs to her as she tenderly brushes her fingers against his burning cheek, her thumb caressing his spit slick lips when she reaches them. His eyes are dazed and full of adoration when those same lips kiss her thumb, take it into the soft wetness of his mouth, and sucks for just a moment, eyes never leaving hers. Her heart filled with a possessive adoration that sang in her blood lovely man handsome thing attentive lover that's all mine mine mine.
“Up,” she all but demands, voice still thin from pleasure, “stand up, my love.”
He nods in response and Zelda helps him from his knees, his balance shaky for a moment as blood rushes to his legs. She kisses him, cupping his face and tasting herself on his tongue, all but growling into his mouth when she pulls at his bottom lip with her teeth, Link responding with a delicious whine she drank down.
“Bed. Now.” she commands, pulling him towards the sheets.
When they make it to their bed, Zelda reluctantly let's his face go and breathes deeply for a beat, letting the heat boiling in her veins calm some. This part she needed to be careful with; this part she needs her wits about her. They lay down facing each other, Link's leg laid over Zelda's hip, opening up the very spot she needed to reach and gently coax into accepting the toy strapped to her. The position is intimate, vulnerable, and perfect for her to be able to gauge Link's responses to her hand.
Before anything else, she kisses him again, this time soft, sweet, and filled with tenderness. Link responds in kind, cupping her cheek with his hand, his teeth gently nibbling at her bottom lip when he pulls her face closer.
"Shall we?" she asks him when she pulls away, breathless.
He responds with a curt nod, his hand moving from her cheek to the short hairs along the base of her neck.
She oils her fingers from a bowl set on the table next to the bed; with his leg laid over her hip, Zelda’s hand readily sinks between his thighs to his most sensitive area, oiled fingers circling the delicate ring of muscle she finds there. She can feel the nervous tension winding him up tightly, prompting her to kiss the column of his throat with gentle tenderness.
"We can stop at any time, love. Just remember we can." She reminds him.
"I know." He all but whispers back.
She kisses him on the chest when she carefully sinks her pointer finger into him, only to the first knuckle, Link's body instinctively clenching around it, his ribs vibrating beneath her lips with a warbling moan. She doesn't move her hand, instead listens Link's heartbeat flutter and rise with her ear pressed to his heart for a moment, feels the heat of a flush forming on his chest, letting him get used to the intrusion. When she pulls her finger back and presses in once more, this time just the slightest bit deeper, it's Link's stutter breathing that catches her attention.
"Are you doing alright?" she asks, softly kissing up his throat once more.
"Y-yes."
"Feel OK?"
"Feels…feels weird. But good. Weird, but good."
"Want me to keep going?"
"Please."
She does. Slowly, methodically, Zelda inches her way into her lover's body, her attention squarely focused on his face, his voice, his body language. Only once she has her entire finger in him does she start trying to zero in on the spot that should help make this process all the more pleasant—
She knows the moment she finds it, not through anything she feels, but by the way he all but mewls her name and clutches at her bicep. She presses the pad of her finger upwards again and, sure enough, Link's reaction follows as he became her own personal instrument to play.
"Still good?" she asks, a pleased smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
He answers her with a vigorous nod and the angling of his hips closer to her hand, giving her that much more access to his body. Zelda adds a second finger when she feels he is good and ready for it, following the same process as before. The only difference this time being that she kisses him, deep and languid, adoring how boneless he was slowly becoming beneath her machinations. Once she has her middle and pointer finger seated in him fully, she sets a careful pace of press and release against that delightful little spot inside him. It all but makes Link sob her name until it’s a chanted prayer directly against her lips, his cock weeping clear beads of arousal over his navel with every loving stroke.
“Zelda Zelda Zelda—”
“I’m here, you’re doing so good, I’ve got you love.”
She plays with his body like she might a harp, each movement and press of her fingers purposeful, her reward a symphony of sighs, gasps and heady groans as his body slowly relaxes around her fingers. Zelda never thought herself much of a musician, but listening to the beautiful song she carefully coaxed from Link, a part of her knew she needed to reconsider that assumption. When she adds a third digit, the stretch is noticeably tighter, prompting her to love on that perfect little spot inside Link even more. The way his body clenches around her fingers, the way his back arches and presses his rock hard length against her lower belly, the way his voice goes reedy every time she makes a come hither motion inside him, it all prompts wave after wave of coursing heat through her body that pools in her guts, her hips, the base of her spine.
It’s in short order that Link is clutching at her waist, voice thready and shaking when he says,
"Zelda, wait wait wait—"
She freezes her hand, fingers purposefully pulled back from the spot that was giving her such delightful reactions from him.
"Too much?"
"Too nice. Want you in me when I cum. Please?” he all but begs her.
Oh and didn't that statement add fuel to the fire in her, burning something warm and sweet at the base of Zelda’s skull. She carefully pulls her fingers from his body, her own core clenching when his hips cant towards her hand as it leaves him, a stuttering sigh accompanying the action.
"Alright love, how do you want to do this?"
"…you."
"Say again?" she asks, head tilting on instinct.
"Can I…can I ride you?" he repeats, his ears red.
The request gnaws at something in her, pulls at fibers of her being she didn't know existed and screams oh Goddess yes please.
"Absolutely, my heart." She says instead, her voice only wavering slightly.
She reaches into the bowl of oil again and slides her hand along the length between her legs, making sure it's good and slick as they both rearrange themselves. Her, sitting up, back supported by pillows. Link, hovering over her lap, cock flushed red and abs shining with his own arousal.
She holds the toy steady for him and watches in rapturous attention as his features hitch upwards in pleasure as he begins to lower himself and starts to stretch open around the toy, a quivering whine dripping from his mouth as he goes. Zelda's breath catches in her chest as she witnesses him slowly, so very slowly, sink into her lap, the attachment between her legs settling itself deep within him. His breathing is labored and irregular, his cock pressed between their middles, his legs shaking on either side of her hips once he's seated, prompting her to rub gentle circles along one of his knees.
In her own way, she remembers being where he is now. Body wet and full in brand new ways she’d never felt before. The sensations exhilarating, all encompassing, nearly overwhelming. Hands offering comforting touches, lips distracting with kisses, a voice asking her at every step if she was enjoying herself. Oh how she deeply needed to make that Link’s reality too, for this experience.
"You alright, love?" She asks, running the fingertips of a hand up and down his outer thigh.
He quickly nods in answer, using his arm to steady himself with her right shoulder, teeth biting his lip to hold back another whine. She can see the thin coat of sweat clinging to him already, can feel how hard he is, his own groin pressed so close to her lower belly. She wanted to stay like this forever, if she was honest with herself; just her and her lover, posed to dive headlong into something new and delicious. There were even better things ahead though, if she let them fall there together.
"Perfect. Then, whenever you're ready, let me see how good we can make you feel, my dear knight."
She definitely doesn't miss the way his abs clench, nor the low, humming whimper from his chest.
He starts slow, unsure of what he's wanting, where he's trying to aim for inside himself. She shows him, guiding hands on his waist, how to grind and sway his hips in just the right way to pull a breathy, surprised moan from himself. He does it again, dropping his forehead to press against hers for just a beat, eyes closed as a heady sob climbs out of him. She moves her hands back to his thighs, rubbing her soothing circles into the sweat slick skin she finds there as her champion rides her, rolling and grinding and shivering in pleasure.
"That's it…that's it Link. Let me see you. Let me hear you," she offers in a hushed voice, holding his hips still for just a moment when she rolls her own upwards, pressing into him as deep as she could go.
The sound he makes in response zips straight through the top of her head to the core of her being; it's deep, low, needy. As he begins to move again, he rocks himself up and down to bounce in her lap, his efforts punching reedy sighs from his chest with every downward slide.
It was delicious, watching him find what felt the best to him, taking it all in as he falls apart slowly and her being the reason for such a display. Zelda decides she really, really likes him like this.
Likes him flushed from his chest to the tips of his ears as he sways his hips, chasing pleasure with every pass. Likes the feeling of his breath against her neck when he tucks his face close to her, holding himself as near as he could. Likes the way his slim waist feels in her hands as she again helps him grind against the spot they found earlier, the toy strapped to her groin coaxing pleasure from him again and again.
Most of all, she likes the hitching whimpers and gasps he lets her hear. He'd never made such lovely noises before and it was all for her, just for her, only for her. He was magnificent, like this, as she drinks in every single sight and sound she's offered. She weaves her fingers through his hair and firmly pulls his face back from her neck until their gazes met, looking him up and down for just a moment. His arm draped over her shoulder, legs folded under him on either side, shaking still, eyes half lidded and framed by his hair, pupils blown wide and throat bobbing as he swallows. Mouth half open, lips kiss swollen and shining.
A beautiful mess. Her beautiful mess.
The thought occurs to Zelda just as she tilts his face to kiss him once more, the hand in his hair shifting to cradle the back of his head instead. She rolls her hips up again at the same moment, the hand not in his hair holding him steady, the noise she drinks from his mouth sending pools of warmth through her spine to her cunt. She does it again, again, again, kissing Link through each brush of pleasure and greedily swallowing down every sweet sound he makes for her. Her hands, wanting things that needed to feel everything Link would let them, migrate to the plump flesh of his backside, nails biting into him for just a beat, as she helps him ride her.
Link presses his forehead to hers again and breaks their kiss, but only to whine,
"Zelda, ah, I'm, oh, so close."
Her fingers grip him a tightly for a beat, her own heartbeat hammering in her ears as she asks,
"Show me? Let me see you, please?"
Zelda rocks her hips up just a little bit more firmly to punctuate her request, the difference being enough to push Link over the edge. She didn't know what was more pleasing; the sounds he made or the way he looked when he pressed himself down onto the final thrust as he came. Gasping moans that ebb and flow with each wave of his climax, head hung low and then thrown back as his body shivered from the pleasure. She watches and listens and feels as he rides out his orgasm, his seed coating their firmly pressed together fronts, his cock twitching with every wave that crashed through him.
When she lays him down and pulls out of him, she can’t help but smile at the way his hips twitch up slightly, just like they did with her fingers, his voice hoarse as he stutters out one last whine.
So needy. So sweet.
The thought crosses her mind as she stands from the bed to grab a small rag from the bathroom, the bones in her hips and legs feeling closer to chu-chu jelly than anything else. She first tidies her own front of Link’s spent seed before turning to her love to carefully clean up the mess Link made on himself. He hums in appreciation, a finger lazily petting at her knee in thanks.
"You're very welcome Link."
Zelda tosses the now dirtied cloth to the side table where it sits with the bowl of oil, Link clean and pliant beneath her hands. When she gets up to remove the harness, he groans in protest, his hand weakly flexing out to her.
"I'll be right back love, I'm just taking this off."
When the harness is off, she carefully removes the toy from where it's attached, quick to drop it off in the bathroom tub for cleaning later. She's barely laid back in bed before Link is upon her, his lips working drowsy, open mouth kisses into her skin as her trailed from her throat to her navel to the apex of her thighs.
He, apparently, wasn't done with her just yet.
"Oh my sweet man, you can barely move, you don't have to-"
"Want to taste you so badly though. Can't I? Please Zelda?"
She gently pets his head, strands of wheat colored hair falling through her fingers like sand.
"Go on then, taste me."
When he ducks his head down and kisses her cunt with the same fervor he did earlier with her mouth. Zelda arches her back to meet him, smile on her face and joy coursing through her heart.
Later, after Link had his fill of her, they lay together in their bed, both of them gently petting their fingers through the other's hair, along shoulders and arms, loving each other silently.
"I really enjoyed today." Zelda says softly, breaking the comfortable quiet of the room.
"I did too…is there anything you'd like to try for next time?" Link asks, half asleep.
Zelda considers the question for a moment before an answer comes to mind.
"I'd really love trying to take you from behind. I've always enjoyed that position and think you might too."
She feels more than sees the shiver run through Link at her suggestion; one that seemed to be well received.
"I think I'd like to give that a try."
"Anything you want to do in the future?" she asks in return.
"…I'd really like you to use your fingers on me again."
She kisses his forehead, another blossom of love blooming in her chest for the man in her arms.
"I think that can be arranged, my dear heart.”