Under A Blood Moon

Under A Blood Moon

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A cold night illuminated in red. A sensation pulling her into the unknown, calling for her to come closer, daring her to go into the water. Zelda finds herself faced with a monster that should not have been freed from its prison... or should it? A strange man filled with anger and hate, longing for destruction. Who is he? Will he be the end of Hyrule or is there more than meets the eye? Finding out your history is based on lies, can you uncover the truth and save your kingdom from its impending doom? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dark, lonely and silent. That's all I felt in the nothingness of my prison. Foggy images of a dead woman playing on my mind. On her hand a golden triforce tainted with blood. A bemused cackling in the back. Am I the one... laughing? (Zelink, About 5,000 years before Botw)
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His motions were a subtle but steady pushing, an undulation of that warm frame behind her. His steady hand just over her hip was dimpling her nightshift and soft bellyflesh somewhat all together; the pressure was like the first of a line of dominoes, and Zelda bit her lip as heat woke to life between her thighs. His breaths came shorter against her ear, tightening the strings of her own flush, and Zelda began to pant as quietly as possible, wistfully curling her spine a degree and folding her knees together. A pinpoint of desire had focused itself at her core, Zelda felt keenly she ought to shout out and awaken him, but something unspoken held her back. [Link and Zelda are on the last leg of their tour of the Sacred Spring, and shelter overnight upon the mountain.]

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