Free to Love - A Zelda x Link Fanfiction

LII: Close Enough

⚠️WARNING: Sexual content ahead. I do not recommend reading unless you're 16+ (but I also know that won't stop anybody). Consider yourself warned. ⚠️

Zelda's Perspective:

I could tell how eager Link was, despite how casual he tried to play it. I wasn't sure if he was playing cool for my sake (figuring he thought that my inexperience in intimacy would make me freak out if he visibly showed he was eager) or simply because it was just in his nature. Either way, I could still tell as his abdomen clenched under my fingers, muscles rippling to the surface at my slightest touch.

His touch didn't waver, though, still maintaining that type of gentleness he always took with me. Sometimes, that gentleness pissed me off, him acting like I was some child that would crack under the slightest pressure, but for once I appreciated it. We both knew how sexually naive I was, my body reacting at his touch. Even when his hands were on my hips, my shirt lifting up just enough so that I could feel his calluses on my hip bone, I lurched in his grip, instinctively seizing up at the foreign touch to my body.

He didn't react besides a soft smile, one hand moving to cradle my face while his other arm winded around my waist, pulling me right up against him. He seemed to choose his words carefully, face contorted in thought. "Do you want to--?" he began, trailing off. He watched me intently and I squirmed. I think he might have wanted to ensure that I was genuine and I wasn't feeling pressured. Of course, I thought the way my hips were digging against his was enough.

I nodded, trying to stop the blush and how nervous I was. "Yes..." I hummed, looking up at him with large eyes. He considered my response, before slowly reconnecting our lips for a brief peck.

"Just wanted to make sure," he said, smiling warmly. His fingers began to fiddle with the hem of my shirt, lips moving to mine, hands reaching underneath to caress my skin. Every new touch made me shiver, or whimper, hands grabbing to his shoulders and gripping them in nervous and tight fists. "Just relax," he crooned, voice soft. "Just relax, it's okay, I promise. If you want me to stop, I will."

I nodded my head, pressing my lips together to try and prevent any more embarrassing sounds. He slipped the shirt off slowly, breaking away to pull it off, my top entangled with his tunic that I had stubbornly refused to return. I felt his hands on my back, tracing small comforting patterns along my spine. I took a few deep breaths, my bindings constricting my chest a bit. Almost without thinking, in a trace, I began to unwind the wrappings, letting it fall into my lap.

At first I was embarrassed under Link's stare, squirming a bit, before he said, "God, you're so perfect." I didn't know how to respond. His hands moved up to my front, dipping to my chest and slowly groping me. I could now see the eagerness he had repressed earlier, his hands fumbling and shaking a bit, holding back.

I couldn't help but giggle a bit, his teeth nipping at my neck and making me whine. He sucked on it, eager to find my sweet spot, and sucking to form small bruises. Another shiver rushed through my body and he moved to cradle me in his arms. Despite my best attempts, I could prevent my breathy gasps of shocked pleasure whenever Link found new sensitive spots on me.

His hands still refused to dip lower and I whined, my hips moving against his slightly and I could feel how hard he was. As bizarre as it was, a blush rose to my cheeks and I smiled warmly, oddly proud of the way I had been able to arouse him so much.

His lips created a trail down my collarbone, down to my chest, his hands slipping to hold my waist securely, lips latching onto my breasts. I whimpered again when his tongue flicked again my sensitive skin and I couldn't stop my sudden urge to move his hand down to my thighs. I could feel him smiling against my chest, teeth grinding a bit against me.