The Legend of Zelda: Prince of the Sea

Chapter Ten: Proposition

Hungry fingers searched the flesh of her back and Mahila shivered from the unfamiliar sensation. Lips continued to kiss her neck as she caught her breath and sweat gathered upon her brow from the heat of the moment. She felt Link's other hand upon her thick braid and he took hold of it as if to anchor her closer while he continued to pepper her neck with feathery kisses. Their entire alluring session had only begun a few minutes ago, but the heat stirring in her body was making it difficult for Mahila to keep track of the time. She had never felt this way before, the way her body trembled at the man's kisses. Her breath kept catching in her throat and her body unintentionally leaned more upon his.

The way he was making her feel hadn't been a part of the plan.

His hand upon her hair gently coaxed her to face him once more and Link planted a passionate and generous kiss on her lips. Mahila kissed back, eyes closed, and she slid her hand from his bare pectoral to the nape of his neck. She both felt and heard the male moan deeply in his throat as she felt his fingers smooth her skin beneath her top. His fevered kisses and seductive hands kept her close to him, so that Mahila was halfway lying on top of him. She had managed to keep her legs on the sofa, in case she needed the leverage. The way he was holding her really gave the Gerudo an idea to just how strong he really was and also how hard his toned muscles could become when he gently gripped her. Thus far his hands had not strayed to anywhere but her back, face, and arms and to this Mahila was surprised.

Men were supposed to be such savage, greedy creatures while women were the passionate, sensitive ones. The Gerudo were tightly knit and pleasure found from the body was encouraged to be explored from a young age. It wasn't unusual for two Gerudo to develop special relationships and bond in which the exploration of their bodies was an aspect of those relationships. To the Gerudo, there were nothing wrong with experiencing what they perceived as being completely natural. The found strength in sensual embracing and the exploration of personal pleasure, as long as it was kept to private quarters and did not interfere with training or study. Most of these relationships came to a natural end once a vai began to seek voe in order to bear children. However, it wasn't unusual for two Gerudo to retain this bond for many years even through child rearing. Mahila once had such a relationship when she had been younger, but not since her tribe had returned to the desert. It was also customary for Gerudo within these special relationships to prepare their bodies for a voe with the aid of smooth, phallic shaped tools the Gerudo called "priaps," or more commonly known as dildos. Gerudo utilized priaps not only for pleasure but also to prepare their bodies for the entrance of a voe, so that a Gerudo's first claim would not be painful. Gerudo regarded pain quite seriously and to be hurt by a voe's sword would rouse embarrassment and shame upon a Gerudo. Therefore, they regarded their sexual practices quite seriously. Mahila knew what the arousal in her body was telling her, but this was the first time it been stimulated by a voe.

Any train of thought that might have momentarily distracted her crashed and burned when Link suddenly sucked her lower lip between his. The surprise allowed a breathy moan to escape from her throat. Pulling away from him only for him to follow to continue his kiss, the Gerudo trembled and a wave of heat crashed against her senses. Link kissed so much differently than how Mahila had been kissed before by her fellow Gerudo. For one, his skin felt rougher, his lips were thinner, but she wasn't against the unusual sensations.

This was getting a bit out of hand.

Breaking the kiss completely, Mahila gathered her wits. She leaned back and opened her eyes to look down at the man. He lay there with his lips slightly parted, his eyes barely open, and his breath was hot upon her skin. No more did he resemble the frightening creature that had fought against five Gerudo who held him down, nor did he retain the warrior trait he was known for. In that moment, with his features darkened by the shadows of the candles and eyes narrowed from the heat of their tryst, he looked mysterious and intoxicated. His hair was a shade that was rare to the Gerudo: dirty blond. The Hylian's locks were tousled and messy in an oddly alluring manner. Mhaila decided in that moment that she liked his hair.