BotW Zelink Oneshots

Sheikah Slave (E)

"Mmh, Link..." sang my little songbird, squirming at the sensation of the tip of my tongue tracing the troughs and ridges of her ear. I had her perched on my lap as my fingers snuck beneath the folds of her blouse. The warm, cushy feel of her bare skin against my palms was intoxicating as ever, her scent making my head swim with carnal desires.

She adored being teased. This I knew from experience. It had nearly been a year since the sealing of Calamity Ganon. Zelda was still as dedicated to her restoration project as she had been from the start, and I was equally so in supporting her efforts. That being said, one would expect that free time would seldom be allotted to us. However, this indeed was not the case, which was the reason we spent the majority of our time on expeditions and adventures out in the wild. As much as she wished to focus on bringing Hyrule back to its former glory, she still couldn't resist the pull of her inherent curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

"Ahh, n-not so hard..." she winced at a particularly harsh nip to the neck. I quickly made the adjustment of going from biting to sucking, which she seemed to prefer with the way she purred in satisfaction.

Today, she had planned for us a trip to the ruins of Lanayru Promenade; more specifically, Dow Na'eh Shrine which was located in a small grotto in the wall of the crumbling structure. Just like with the many, many other shrines we'd visited in the past few months, she was more than eager to make new discoveries. But alas, I could no longer reciprocate her elation. After seeing the same thing eighty two separate times previously, I'd grown unbearably bored of such endeavours. On top of that, my little angel seemed to be looking at me less and less often nowadays, favouring her prized hand-held device more than anything else. So today, I was determined to turn things around. In record time, I had her hot, bothered, and stripped of all clothing atop the linen tarps that she'd initially laid out for the collection of artifacts.

Her dainty digits raked through my untamed mane, nails scraping against my scalp and making my whole body tingle. "Take this off." She tugged at the neckline of my tunic. "Please, I just want to see you. I'll keep my hands to myself, I promise." After a year, she'd become fully desensitized to the sight of my scarred constitution, much to my relief. As such, I graciously complied to her wish.

Lying on her back with her legs fixed apart by my body, her tummy caved in with tension when my mouth began to venture between her perfect breasts. "Does that feel good?" I breathed against one of her hardened tits, rolling the other between the fingers of my free hand. She nodded. "Tell me what you want, Zelda."

"I want you," she whimpered.

"Yeah? You do?"

"Mhmm..." She bit her lip.

"Tell me how desperate you are for me to pound you into the ground right now."

"Goddess, I need that, Link..." she whined through gritted teeth, fingers clawing at the back of my neck. "I need you so badly. Please...!"

Her unfiltered begging put a smirk on my face. But it wasn't to last. I felt something brush up against my abdomen suddenly. The instant I turned my attention downwards, she retracted her hand, turning bright red.

"I said I'd keep my hands to myself..." she talked back in a timid tone.

I shook my head in feigned disappointment. "Just for that," I scoffed, slinking down toward the region from which her hand had just retreated, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait even longer."

Her whole body seized up as my lips brushed her tender underbelly on their downward journey, and she gasped when my hot breath hit her drenched entrance. I stayed where I was for a moment, trailing my fingertips along the silky skin of her inner thigh. Then I ran a long, tedious stripe up the length of her untouched crevice with my tongue, drawing out an equally long mewl from the back of her throat. I groaned at the taste. Truly a treat fit for a king. It was difficult to restrain myself from devouring her completely right then and there, especially with the delicious tremors of her legs and shaking propulsions of her hips.