Missing Link

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-----warning. There will be a rather intimate scene here. It won't be too detailed, but it will be rather obvious as to what is going on.-------
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  Our Undying Love
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Zelda fixed up breakfast as Link sat back and stretched on the couch. His long limber, but muscular arms curved out behind his back, giving her a nice view of his form. He was so beautiful, he always was. He noticed her stares, and smiled back. His eyes sparkled, as he read her most intimate thoughts.

She turned the stove off, so she wouldn't burn the eggs, and made her way to Link. She sat on top of him, as he then untied the top of her pink, and opaque nightgown. He kissed her neck, and then Zelda undid his belt.

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It was a nice moment, one they always loved participating in as a team. Zelda put her nightgown back on, then made her way back to the stove. She then continued to fry some eggs. They were tasty the best, as it came from their prized, and indifferent blue cucco. She smiled as she had a blissful memory, of the moment her, and her husband just had. He always seemed to discover the secret treasure within her own feminine  dungeon.

They ate their breakfast, and then Link beamed, as if he were a Goron who found a field of bomb flowers. He still hasn't shown Zelda the gift. He wanted to keep it a secret, but he was loose lipped, and might as well show her.

Link passes Zelda a package. His smile is effulgent, as he apprehensively wait for her to open it. Zelda first unties a sleek red ribbon. She then rips open a thin parchment, and comes across a box. She places the box down, and opens the top.

Inside is a cradle carved out of wood. She feels the soft carvmeneship. She looks deep into Link's eyes, and knows that this cradle means so much to him, and was meant to mean so much to their child as well. It was carved out of a great tree, one whom Link considered a father. Just feeling the wood material, made her heart quiver. A piece of Link's past, would always be there, near their child, keeping it safe.

Zelda embraced Link, and gave her a passionate osculation, as a thanks. She loved it, as she knew he hand crafted it himself. She also loved how it meant so much to him, she knew how much he loved the Deku tree, and that made her love the Deku Tree, aswell, if not more.

"It's beautiful Link, it really is, Thank you. I know our child will love it."

It was hard to pick out a name right now. They didn't even know the sex yet, and decided to wait until the birth to figure out any names. They considered a few names here and there, but didn't want to make that final decision until the time has come.

It was then that there was a knock at the door.

Link made his way, and opened it. He greeted the familiar face of their friend Rahul. He was a young Gerudo, who didn't want to live in the dry desserts no more. When he was 14 years young, Link found him while taking a ride with Epona. His mother was one of Ganondorfs many lovers, and determined slaves. Many woman would follow him, because of his powers. Many would be by his side, and share him, and his body with his other lovers. It was a messed up situation for any pubescent child.

"Link, I uh. " Rahul stammered off. His red firey locks glistened as the very fires inside him burned. "You are needed, it appears that.." Rahul really had a hard time letting the words out.

They stared at him in silence, clinging on to his every breath as his chest caved in and out. He looked nervous, and the tension quickly built up throughout the room.

"My sister, she has somehow followed me here the other night."

His sister was yet again, one of Ganon's devoted followers, which of course was a really weird family tradition. She wouldn't be following Rahul, if there was no reason. She had order's, which she obediently followed. That meant very well, that Ganon may be back.
Why else would she waste her time to find them.

Link gulped, Zelda's gulps followed, yet hers were more prominent. This could only mean one thing. The outcome was one, that would not be anything but grim.