Perfect

by zerinkuu

Summary:

It’s common belief among the people of Hyrule that these 'visions' you sometimes get belong to your soulmate. Typically, when you are viewing through their eyes, they would have no awareness of their invaded privacy. As exciting as that is, they too would have that privilege over your power of sight.

Fair and square, right?

Link and Zelda are soulmates. Buckle up, it's gonna get spicy.

Chapter 1: Visions

They say that at some point in your life, you will start having flashes of visions that are not yours. It’s common belief among the people of Hyrule that these visions belong to your soulmate. Typically, when you are viewing through the eyes of your soulmate for a generous fixed time span of thirty seconds, your soulmate would have no awareness of their invaded privacy. As exciting as that is, they too would have that privilege over your power of sight.

Fair and square, right?

You were only a wee child when you first experienced your flashes – they told you that despite your slow physical growth, this aspect came in quite quicker and earlier in your life than it did to others. Usually, flashing visions start at the age of ten, but you got yours at the too-soon age of five.

At this point in your life, you’ve had visions about three times now.

One night, you were just about to go to bed. Your mother had just passed away that morning from an illness that you couldn’t really understand. You were just a five-year-old after all. Death was a concept new to you. In any case, it was as if the Goddess Hylia was looking out for you, because that night was the first night you saw through your soulmate’s eyes.

She was in bed, just like you were. But unlike your small rickety wooden bed, hers was a large four poster bed. Your blanket was made from those low-quality, itchy, thin cotton material, while hers, from the looks of it, was from expensive, thick, and warm wool. As much as that surprises you, what really caught your attention was the woman sitting by her side. She was stroking your soulmate’s hair ever so lovingly, and you couldn’t help but feel your throat tightening up. You realized that the woman was her mother, and you guess, if things went well in your life, she’ll inevitably become your mom too. Papa calls Mama’s mother as ‘mom’, right? So, it would make sense. Either way, you basked in the comfort and love of another person’s mother, letting it soothe your lonely little young soul.

That night you cried yourself to sleep.

The second time it happened, it had been when your so-called friends told you that you couldn’t play with them. You really wanted to join in the fun and play tag with them all around Hateno, but they told you that you were too small to play with the big kids. It doesn’t even make sense; they were just a year or two older anyway. You ran away and hid yourself behind Ton Pu Inn. You wouldn’t admit it at this time, but you cried about it. That was when it happened.

Just like you, she was alone. Well, not really. She was walking through a large stone hallway, and although you see people around her, none of them paid much attention to her. Every single one of the adults she walked past were just standing there in front of a wall, wearing, what you thought, were very cool suits of armour. That would’ve been a dead giveaway of who your soulmate is, but you weren’t exactly a smart little cookie, so you were still in the dark about her identity. In any case, you were a little relieved that your soulmate was alone too, despite how fucked up that sounded. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel bad for her – you felt bad for her just as much as you felt bad for yourself, but there was a sense of comfort to know that you weren’t alone, and that she would probably understand how you feel right now. She wasn’t crying though, but still, likely, she’d get it – she’d get you. She’s your soulmate and that’s what’s comforting about it.

That was the day you asked your father about suits of armour. And after finding out that knights wore them, and that since your father was a knight, he had a pair himself, you made him proud when you decided and announced that you will be just like Papa. He never found out that the resolution didn’t come from the inspiration of him, but more to the curiosity of your soulmate.

The third vision came to you pretty randomly. As you were swinging around that wooden training sword your father gave you, you found yourself wondering what your soulmate did for fun. You thought that maybe you and her would have something in common – considering her significance, you really couldn’t help but wonder. Perhaps one day, when you meet her, the two of you could bond over your similar interests.

To your surprise, your curiosity was answered almost immediately, but what you didn’t expect was to see a pile of books in your face. Your soulmate’s eyes were focused on her writing and although she has the most elegant of handwritings you’ve ever seen, the fact that just from that, you could tell she was excited and passionate about this made you shrink back a little. There’s no way she likes studying of all things! As the little kid that you were, this information did not sit well with you. You thought that maybe the Goddess made a mistake when She assigned you your soulmate. You hated studying! You wanted to just play, play, and play! You cannot fathom the idea of having a soulmate who enjoys the things you hated.

But then again, children are overdramatic, and to be fair, you weren’t yet familiar with the term ‘opposites attract’.

So, yeah. Aside from that third vision – which wasn’t that big of a deal, but from the eyes of a child, it meant the world, the rest of your visions were easy and surprisingly comforting. It always brings you the feeling of joy when you catch the sight of a warm meal in front of her. You were relieved that she was eating well but Goddesses above, is that Salmon Meunière!? Your mouth would always start watering whenever you caught glimpses of the things she eats. It’s like she’s a princess or something, you always thought.

Which was a bit too on the nose.

Notes:

SO, I done did it again. I think I've come to enjoy writing a lot. I'm experimenting with POVs if you've noticed. My previous two works were all in first person POV (Link and Zelda POV each), and now we're in second person POV, with POVs alternating between Link and Zelda for each chapter! It's super fun experimenting like this ^.^

In any case, I hope you will enjoy this 9 chapter + epilogue work! I've actually already completed this fic, soooooo expect the next chapter tomorrow! Decided to pace the chapters by day so that I have the time to proofread them. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 2: Baby Blue

Contrary to popular belief, despite being the Crown Princess of Hyrule, you didn’t really get to indulge in the things you wanted to do. Although learning about the dos and don’ts of being a Princess was necessary, you didn’t exactly find them all that interesting. Rather than stimulating your creativity and curiosity, like the study of the ancient Sheikah technology for instance, it felt more like an obligation that had to be done – a duty, if you will. Something your child heart could not carry. Truthfully, as the five-year-old that you were, you wanted to go out and play. Of course, those did come to you sometime during your days, but it wasn’t as much as you wished it would.

You had visions of playing outside on a mountain one day. You knew it wasn’t your vision because for one thing, you weren’t allowed to play out of the confinements of the castle to begin with, but also that when those eyes gazed at his hands, you didn’t recognize them; dirty nails that were unevenly cut, palm that were full of calluses, fingers that were too pudgy, and skin that were rough – nothing like a Princess’. There was something about the greenery these eyes showed you straight up enchanted you. It awakened your captivation towards the wilderness.

Your mother told you that they were most probably visions of your soulmate. She commented on how too-early it was for you to start seeing them, but she didn’t mind it. In fact, she seemed happy about it, and so by default, you were too. You liked seeing your mother happy. She mentioned that if you were to ever meet your soulmate, it would be like finding your other half that you never knew was missing to begin with – something your mother felt when she met your father many years ago. You asked her how would you even know who to look for, since in the visions, you didn’t see a face. She told you not to worry about that, for when she saw the now Prince Consort for the first time, looking ever so dashing in his royal guard’s uniform, she just knew he was the one.

That didn’t make any sense to you. But to be fair, nothing really did at that age – especially on topics such as finding your true love. It’d be different if we were talking about Sheikah technology, at least, with research, it would have an explanation. But you’ll understand sooner or later.

The talk with your mother sparked a curiosity for your soulmate. At that point, it was more to what he does than who he is. All your visions afterwards were all of him in the wild; him playing in the dirt somewhere in the woods, him swinging around a tree branch whilst surrounded by tall oak, him swimming laps in the shallow waters of a lake, a lot of which you wished you were doing instead. You felt a little jealous of him, but you must admit looking through his eyes were something you looked forward to. Please show me more, oh Goddess Hylia. A lot more!

In any case, after a while, you asked your parents if they could take you somewhere fun sometimes –somewhere out of castle grounds. They told you, perhaps one day, but it didn’t felt like they meant it. Any other kid would’ve made an issue out of it, but a Princess does not throw royal tantrums, so you bottled up your frustrations. That was your first of many bottling ups.

Perhaps Hylia was listening to your prayers after all because you get to see his visions all the time. It was comforting – that at least you technically ARE seeing a world outside of the castle. Your soulmate’s visions would always cheer you up during your lonely, boring, and frustrating days behind stone walls.

In due course, your novelty for the things your soulmate did inevitably changes to being interested in him as a person. You found out other than a lot of playing outside, he also knows how to hunt. You were at first traumatized to suddenly have first person view of aiming a bow and arrow towards a wild boar, and to have said arrow struck dead centre on its forehead, immediately killing it. You had never seen an act of murder before, because how could you? You were but a child. But then again, how old was your soulmate? From his standpoint, you could estimate his height, and it was safe to assume he was a child too. You wondered how was he able to endure the sight of blood spilling out of the boar’s wound. But then you registered the vision starts going up and down; he’s jumping from excitement.

Assassin! You thought. That didn’t last long though. You found out quickly that, unlike royalty, commoners needed to hunt for their meals. So, the murder of that boar was necessary.

Hm, a commoner, huh?

As the years went by, you witnessed his growth directly, more so on the growth of his hands, but still. He can eventually cut his nails evenly, the calluses on his palms were thicker, the pudgy fingers gradually becoming slenderer and in the privacy of your own mind, you admit you longed to hold his hand and to lace his fingers with yours. That was alright to desire, right? You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. A Princess shouldn’t be having such vulgarity in her mind, especially not the Princess with the blood of the Goddess! But still, there was nothing to stop your heart from soaring when you get a glimpse of it.

One day, you caught sight of his gloved hands once more. But instead of having your heart skipping a beat like it always did, your stomach plummeted to the ground.

He was holding the purple hilt of a familiar legendary sword.

Your eyes widened.

He was holding the Master Sword.

He was pulling the Master Sword.

He succeeded.

Not much a commoner anymore, you thought.

And not even ten hours later, your eyes met the bearer of the visions that you’ve come to love – your soulmate, the Goddess’ Chosen Hero himself, right in front of you, clad in Hyrulean armour.

His baby blues on your emerald greens. They’re baby blue.

Mother was right. Seeing him made you feel complete.

Notes:

THEY MET. Next chapter we'll start to have spice! Not GORON spice, but spice nonetheless c: hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Chapter 3: Princess Zelda

You could not believe your eyes when your legs carried you through the infamous Lost Woods as if it knew where it was going. Like you’ve been there before, even though you knew it was your first time there. Despite your brain acknowledging the foreign surroundings of the woods, your heart said otherwise – everything just felt so familiar, like you’ve even lived there once upon a lifetime. When you laid your eyes on the unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar sword stuck on a pedestal, it felt as if a new door with the label ‘destiny’ appeared before you. You didn’t realize it then, but that door wasn’t new. In fact, the hypothetical door was centuries old.

There was a reason why your legs knew its way through the Lost Woods. And it all clicked to you when your hands held the hilt of the sword, and especially when you pulled the blade right out of its base. And even more when the booming voice of The Great Deku Tree confirms your suspicion all at once.

I am the Chosen Hero of the Goddess.

And the old door opened.

That night, you didn’t go back to the Military Training Camp. You were supposed to – you had an early drill the next morning, but with the legendary Master Sword now in your hands, and the fact that there was a strong pull at the direction of Hyrule Castle, you couldn’t help but to, again, let your legs take you to where you needed to be. To let instincts kick in, to let destiny do its work.

When you presented yourself to the King of Hyrule with the Blade of Evil’s Bane in your possession, he was more than happy to see you. He called you Hyrule’s hope, but not everything he said was registered by you because your eyes were too focused on the smaller figure next to him – the beautiful Crown Princess of Hyrule, Zelda, who was scrutinizing you ever so heavily. You stared back at her; something about her was so familiar. Your heart skipped a beat when she smiled at you longingly.

Your days after that were unbelievable. You graduated from your military training earlier than the rest of your peers. You suspected it had something to do with the Royal family, but you didn’t question it out loud. You were even stationed in the castle as Princess Zelda’s own Appointed Knight and that was a big honour! It made you a bit nervous to be in close proximity with the Princess at all times but you managed.

It was more astonishing when the Princess herself, in all her adorable blushing features, personally invited you for lunch in the castle garden. Unfortunately for you, you had to politely decline her invitation. You thought that it was inappropriate for a knight to have meals with the Royal family – your father told you as much! Regardless of your Chosen Hero title, as a mere squire, it was still not your place. You really didn’t know any better when you saw her expression change from flushing scarlet to the blue of immense disappointment. She even asked you twice, and as awkward as it was, you had to decline twice as well. You weren’t prepared when her defeated face turned red as she spun around and stomped away.

You had no idea why she reacted that strongly. You felt guilty and really bad about it but, it’s not like I’m her soulmate.

But, oh, how wrong you were.

That night, in the comfortable bed of your very own private space in the barracks, you had a vision. You hadn’t had a vision in forever now, and it was to a point where you were sure your soulmate had met her end, as dark as that was. But you caught sight of her perspective once more and you were filled with relief – she’s alive.

She was looking out from a tall balcony towards the familiar view of Castle Town. The two of you were close! Perhaps you could sneak out of the castle one day to meet up with her.

She then turned around and entered what you assumed, from the familiar four poster bed from your early childhood visions, was her chamber. She looked at herself in the mirror and you felt your stomach collapse. You were always curious of your soulmate’s identity, but never in a million years would you have expected to see Princess Zelda herself in the reflection, wearing nothing but a thin nightgown, if you might add.

She was gazing at herself, and you noticed that her eyes were puffy and swollen. You quickly understood that she has probably been crying the entire day. Your heart broke in half; you made Princess Zelda, your soulmate, cry. But before you could register any more emotions, her eyes darted across her body, and by default so were you. You wanted to look away because it felt invasive, especially with how in-detail she was ogling at herself, but that was the thing about these visions; you have no choice but to see what she sees.

You felt breath hitched when she lets the straps of her nightgown fall off her slender shoulders and her entire nightie slid down her body, pooling around her ankles. You got a good look of her nude form; from the modest shape of her cute round bosom, her pink nipples (it’s PINK!) that hardened from the cold night air, the delicious curve of her waist and hips, all the way down to the fine patch of delectable blonde curls. She is gorgeous, but you knew that already.

She turned her body to the side to examine her profile, and you weren’t ready to see the enticing tight arch of her ass and small of her back. She turned to the front again and one of her hands grabbed her breast, while the other travelled down her flat stomach, and Goddesses, you wished those were your hands instead. She looked at her face, and there was something about the teary-eyed look she had that made your gut somersault.

She started crying again, as if she was unsatisfied or unhappy with herself, and you wanted nothing more but to prove to her otherwise. You’re perfect.

You wanted to know more, you wanted to see more, but your visions ended there. You were frustrated in both the literal and sexual term, for your body has clearly reacted to the sight of the naked Princess. Not even a round of stimulation, thinking of the few seconds of heaven your vision showed you could bring your mind some tranquillity. She’s perfect, perfect, perfect – And it wasn’t long until your torso was soiled with your release.

Wow. Princess Zelda is my soulmate.

And you rejected her invitation twice and made her cry. You grimaced.

You couldn’t sleep that night even if you tried.

Notes:

getting spicier as we go now! thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 4: Learning

It hurt a lot when he rejected your invitation. You’re his soulmate! Your late mother told you that when we meet our soulmate, we would immediately know. The two of you met and have talked too, arguably limited, but still! He should know you’re the one, so why did he refuse?

Why did he turn me down?

When you looked at your nude self in the mirror, you wondered if there was something, anything about you that he found revolting.

You scrutinize yourself for flaws, hands exploring your crevices. Perhaps it was the fact that your breasts were... average? Are they even still growing? It will grow to his liking one day, right? Or maybe he found the width of your hips unappealing? And to be honest, you have just gotten over your bum issue, but for all you know, he could’ve found its size to be repulsive.

Or perhaps… it was the fact that you are the infamous Princess with the blood of the Goddess, the only one of her age who has yet to awaken her powers. It made your imagination run wild and it didn’t get any better knowing of the existence of gossip mongers.

What does your soulmate, the man chosen by the sword that seals the darkness think of you?

I suppose it’s simple. A daughter of Hyrule's royal family yet unable to use sealing magic... He must despise me.

You threw yourself to your bed, letting your pillow soak up your tears. Perhaps it was yet another night to cry yourself to sleep. Closing your eyes, you hoped slumber would overtake you. If you were asleep, then you wouldn't have to feel the pain.

But maybe Hylia hated you, because you were suddenly having a vision. Now of all times?

He was in bed too, just like you. The shine of the moonlight seeps through the window to his right. You were confused because he was only staring at the ceiling, save for the stunted jerking he was doing. When his gaze went down to his figure, you wanted to scream and wished you could shut your eyes, but instead, you were forced to stare at his hand gripping his hard length. He wasn’t just gripping it, but he was stroking it, vigorously. His shirt hiked up, exposing his sweaty abdomen.

Oh Hylia, you’ve caught him in the middle of a very private moment.

This was your first time seeing a male reproductive organ. You thought that maybe if this was a week ago, when you didn’t have a face to the throbbing, leaking member, perhaps you wouldn’t mind staring at it. You would even go as far as fantasizing about it.

But to know that this was Link’s, the man who rejected you twice and who you were convinced hated you, you wanted nothing more but to look away. Suddenly the vision turned dark, and you let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was over. Few seconds later, you were met with the sight of his milky fluids all over his naked torso. His glistening, clenched abs moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

And that was the end of your vision.

That was a lot to take in. You couldn’t help but replay the sight you just saw – his dripping manhood, his cum smeared body, the heaving and contractions of his glowing muscles as he mellowed out his breathing. You realized your own body has reacted on its own when you felt the pulsing of your clit and your arousal running down your thighs.

How do I even sleep after seeing that?

When there was a knock on your door the next morning, and you see him on the other side, perfect in his Royal Guard’s uniform, looking like he didn’t just masturbated last night, his stoic face shows no shame, but of course how could he. He wasn’t aware of what you saw. He thought he was in the privacy of his own chambers, but little did he knew, you saw everything.

That day, you tried your best to avoid him, but since he was your Appointed Knight, it was a difficult thing to do to put it simply.

You felt bad about it for a while, guilty for seeing even though it couldn’t be helped, but as days pass by, you felt more irritated than you were guilty. He masturbates every single time I get sight of his vision! At this point, you recognized all of his signs and cues of when he was about to climax, even memorized the design of the veins of his shaft. Out of frustration, you even snapped at him one day, telling him cruelly not to follow you.

Now you’re REALLY avoiding him.

In all honesty, it was impressive to know that your soulmate has such high libido and stamina. Perhaps it comes with the rigorous endurance training he’s got from his time in the military boot camp. You couldn’t help but wonder if you would be able to last with him should the two of you be involve in… that. Even with his daily (ahem) activities, how he has the energy to arrive at his station the next day, on time at that, is beyond you.

Not that it mattered, you were well-aware he had no interest in you.

Your irritation for him inevitably subsides, taking place a strong sense of… interest.

Of course, at first it was more scientific than anything. You were in fact, a scholar at heart, but it wasn’t long until you started getting off to the fantasy of him – the fantasy of being in his arms, being in his embrace, basking in his… love, as pathetic as that was.

For the first time ever, you dipped your fingers inside your soaking hole, imagining your digits to be his. It felt impure and frankly hypocritical, for you’ve condemned him in your mind for masturbation, yet there you were, doing exactly that.

You were probably worse though, since you were thinking of him; someone who hated you. But that didn’t stop you from guiltily pumping your fingers in and out of yourself faster and faster like you were mad. You found a spot inside yourself that made you see stars. You continued rubbing that spot specifically. I’ve struck gold right here. Right here. You did not relent your pumping until you broke. Your moans were muffled by a free hand on your mouth, in hopes no one heard you.

Once you came down from your high and your breathing evened out, you withdrew your fingers. You stared at your digits in awe – it was doused in your arousal. You wondered if it was the same liquid as the ones on Link’s naked torso after he finished.

Without thinking, you popped them in your mouth. Your tongue darted in between your fingers, sucking, swallowing, and tasting every drop that you could reach. You found out two things about yourself that night – one, I don’t mind how I taste, and two, I’m a lot more indecent than I thought.

Notes:

Of course we're gonna have accidental voyeurism in a soulmate vision AU. It just had to be done. It's a given!

ANYWAY hope you enjoyed that! Thank you for reading!

Chapter 5: Hate

After that vision you had of Princess Zelda from a few nights before, you couldn’t help but notice every other little thing about her as the days went by. From the obvious things like how she would have her pinky finger stick out when she holds her cutlery, or how she would scratch the grooves of her pen when she was deep in thought, or how she would think out loud when she walked in front of you, to her smaller quirks like how she writes her lowercase ‘i’ with dash instead of a dot, or that when she cracked the joints of her fingers, she would avoid cracking the second joint of her ring fingers, or the fact that her smiles were never genuine, unless she was at heart in her research.

All of which you think makes her perfect.

You felt so bad about making her cry, but other than guilt, your mind was filled of thoughts of her. From the innocent sentiment of her long, luscious hair to the less innocent thoughts of her peaked pink nipples. Honestly, your hormones were all over the place after getting a good look at her. Damn, that vision.

It might be a bit selfish, but after some dwelling, you kind of wanted to ask if the offer to lunch was still available. You greatly regretted saying no to her, but to be fair, it was difficult to say yes as well, given your position. However, this time, you were determined to be a bit greedy and maybe break a few rules.

Naturally, after your rejection, she has started avoiding you, and it was getting more and more difficult to actually talk to her without her suddenly turning around and walking away to attend to her Princess duties. So, when you found out that she went on a solo expedition to the Ancient Columns that one fateful day, you decided to pay her a little surprise visit. She mentioned she didn’t need an escort so she would probably be alone. That was your chance! Perhaps she’d find delight in your invitation instead.

Here goes nothing.

What you didn’t consider was the fact that she wanted to be alone. And you really weren’t prepared when she straight up lashed at you. What do you mean you’re the only one with a mind of your own? She told you not to follow her and considering that was your job, it was an impossible order. You didn’t even had the chance to say a single word out!

Regardless, that little fiasco left a bruise in your heart. But then you realized that she was probably just a lot more hurt about you turning her down than you anticipated. You really wanted to fix that; tell her you’re sorry, but then she started avoiding you even more than before.

At that point you knew, she wasn’t just hurt by you, she straight up hated you.

That really stressed you out, it was difficult to even sleep at night. But nothing a little jack off session couldn’t fix for a while, as crude as that was. Sure, it was a temporary fix, but hey, I’ll take what I can get at this point. You’ll just have a hasty one, and hope you pass out from the weariness.

This became a nightly thing and you knew it was unhealthy.

You needed to mend your relationship with her as soon as possible. Get to know her better, have her get to know you, talk with each other, laugh with each other, smile at one another.

We’re soulmates for Goddess’ sake.

Sigh, you could only wish.

As you were getting ready for a quick frustrated-filled rub that night, your soulmate’s visions took over your sight.

Princess Zelda was on her bed, and you were taking in the view of her naked thighs, which were oddly spread out in the air. She looks down, and the display of her nude heaving chest sparked everything in you. Goddesses. But what felt like a punch in the gut was the fact that one of her hands were between her legs. You could feel your breathing getting heavier as you admired what you could. You knew for a fact that you were looking at a very confidential act.

She’s masturbating.

She was pumping her fingers in and out of herself and Goddesses, what a sight. It was arousing and lustful, but there was something so passionate about it too. It felt wrong, but at the same time, it felt so right. You wished the soulmate visions included auditory privileges because oh, what’d you do to hear the lewd sounds she must be making right now.

Then suddenly, her legs tensed, and her fingers halted in favour of sharp jabs. Her other hand covered her mouth. She stops for a few seconds and then her entire body slackened.

She just came, you thought. She tried to muffle her voice. That was so adorable.

When she pulled her digits out of herself, you thought you could finally relax your strained self, that was until she focuses her eyes on her drenched fingers. If only I could have a taste –

And she popped them in her mouth, tasting every nook and cranny of herself with what her tongue could reach. Holy – Your head was in the clouds. With the first-person point of view, it was as if her slender fingers were in your mouth, and you were the one sucking her essence clean, and licking her thoroughly and –

And your visions ended there.

What?

…

You resisted the urge to scream.

There was no way the Goddess was this cruel to you. You’re suppose to be the blessed one – the Goddess’ Chosen One, yet you were hardly ever blessed with the visions of your soulmate as often as you’d like it to be.Even if you were, why did the Goddess show you THAT?

Loved by Hylia, my foot.

Just look at yourself, pathetically rock hard. With that vision now stuck in your head like an infinite loop, one round of ‘rubbing it out’ was no longer enough. Weariness would not be able to take you off the edge. Heck, weariness wouldn’t even be achievable. Not with this untouchable presence of Princess Zelda, your very own soulmate, literally in your general proximity.

What was worse was the fact that she has been actively avoiding you, and possibly, right, hated your very existence. Hated your stupid guts.

You ruffled your hair so hard you were practically scratching your scalp with your nails. You really wanted to fix your relationship with Princess Zelda.

We’re soulmates for Goddess’ FUCKING sake.

Aha! You will be escorting her to Gerudo Town soon. Perhaps then, you’ll be able to try again. To get hold of her and have a one-on-one conversation with her; tell her you’re sorry, tell her the visions you’ve had since you were little were hers, tell her you love her, and tell her she’s your soulmate.

If only I know where she is.

You didn’t expect another vision to flash by this soon and here of all places. But you were kind of glad. At least now, you could see for yourself where the hell she went off to in this god forsaken desert.

However, unlike all the other scarce visions that you’ve come to love, you undeniably hated this one.

Chapter 6: Mend

“I’m sorry I ran away from you.” You broke the silence as you walked in front of him, both making your way to Gerudo Canyon Stable. The heels of your boots sinking in the sand and your hands on your chest were still trembling from the incident not thirty minutes ago.

He was silent for a while, and you took that as resentment, until he replied with a shaky voice, “Don’t avoid me again. Please.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Thank you.”

Again, there was an uncomfortable silence, “No, Link. Thank you.” You took a deep breath as you continued, halting your footsteps, “I have been… childish towards you, and that’s unfair of me. I shouldn’t be making your job any more difficult than it already is. Escorting me around to my fruitless prayers was already discouraging enough, but for me to be a troublesome too is… unacceptable on my part. I’m sorry for–”

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you were suddenly turned around. Before you could process what was happening, Link embraces you tightly. His face perfectly fitting in the crook of your neck. It was to be expected, he was made for you after all, but the thought of it still filled you with overwhelming joy. Your arms made their way to wrapping around his torso, resting on his back, returning his hug and letting yourself melt in his fold. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just basking in each other’s scent.

“You’re never trouble.” He murmured, and you felt your heart flutter.

“But still,” You tried but your voice quivered. He was stroking the back of your head with the pleasantness that you swore was the reason why tears started pooling in your eyes. You continued anyway, determined to deliver the apology he deserved, “I’m sorry. Not only for today, but for every other day too. For avoiding you. For yelling at you. For everything.”

He hummed, tenderly swaying the both of you, his easy caresses never halting. “It’s fine. Don’t you worry about that one bit. I’m just really happy you’re safe. I’m glad I got that vision when I did.”

“Vision? So, you knew…?”

He pulled away just enough to look at your eyes, “Of course I knew.”

“And you’re okay with me being your…?”

“I’m more than okay with it. I’m happy you’re the one.”

“Then why did you say no to me? Back then.”

“Uh– Well,” he let you go completely and took a step back. He scratched the back of his head, and you couldn’t help but think how that was a cute little quirk, “I didn’t know then.”

“I knew the second I saw you.”

He chuckles, “I don’t doubt it. You’re a lot smarter than I am.” He quipped and you giggled. His eyes searched behind you for a second before looking back at you. With a smile, he offered you his hand, “The stable is close. Come on, Princess, before it gets dark.”

You happily took his hand and after that, your relationship with him improved. Dare you say, the two of you were… friends. Okay, the two of you are soulmates, but this was definitely a start, especially after such a bumpy beginning. Talking with him surprisingly felt natural, as if you’ve done in a million times before. Perhaps it was the power of being his soulmate, or perhaps it was from the countless reincarnations, being the Princess with the blood of the Goddess as well as the man with the Spirit of the Hero.

In any case, the entire journey back to the castle was absolutely pleasant.

You told him that you saw him pull the Master Sword and that when he arrived at the castle with the blade in his hands, that was when you knew he was the one. You also told him of the comfort that his visions has given you throughout your childhood. To your pleasant surprise, he too has found comfort in yours, despite its scarceness. You found out that for some reason, you have visions more often than he does, even to a point where he thought he no longer had a soulmate. Odd. Could be a case of fair blessings; he pulled the Blade of Evil’s Bane yet unable to have frequent visions, while you have very recurring ones but have yet to awaken your sealing magic.

The Goddesses work in unusual ways sometimes.

One day, he explained to you that the reason for his rejection a few months ago was not because he didn’t like you but was due to the contrast in both of your stations; how it was inappropriate for him to say yes. It all changed after he found out that you are his soulmate, and by then, he was ready to break all the rules just to be with you. And to be honest, that was kind of sweet. He’s so sweet. Reckless, but sweet. You asked what the vision was that had him sure it was you, but he actively avoided getting into details – only mentioning he saw a reflection of you in the mirror.

Hm…

No ifs and or buts about it, that got you extremely curious.

During the night of one of your secret rendezvous with him, both of you were sitting on the floor of your chamber’s balcony when you tried to pry the information out of him. But of course, he didn’t budge. You playfully threatened him that you could have him replaced as you Appointed Knight if he doesn’t spill it, knowing very well that your threats were all bark and no bite. You weren’t serious, but then he suddenly became silent and just stared into your eyes.

He took a deep breath, “Promise me you won’t be mad.”

You slowly nodded, tugging your night robe slightly. In all honesty, his abrupt change in demeanour had you slightly alarmed. Oh, Goddesses, what was I doing when he saw my reflection in his vision? Was I picking my nose? Was I making a weird face? Was I–

“It was the night when you invited me to lunch. You looked at yourself in the mirror and your face looked like you were crying the whole day, but… the thing was… you were…”

“…naked.” Slowly, your shaky voice finished his sentence.

He nodded, unable to look at you in the eyes.

You remember very well that you were analysing your reflection in detail, to nauseating extremes, for you were searching for flaws. That would mean Link too saw every nook and cranny of you. The tips of his ears were bright red, and you could feel your face heating up as well. The dead air was deafening.

“I’m really sorry, Princess.” Guilt-ridden, his eyes stayed glued to the ground. “I would’ve looked away if I had the choice.”

“Why?”

He lifts his head. His eyes boring into yours, “…What?”

“Why would you look away?”

“Because…”

Because of my flaws?

“Would you really look away, Link?”

Stillness.

“No.”

Notes:

DOUBLE CHAPTER TODAY!
Tomorrow will be double chapter as well, AND it will both contain Goron Spice! Each chapter will be double the length of these regular ones because of course. Stay tuned!

ALSO Thank you for 1K Hits!!! That is my first time! Thank you for reading!

Chapter 7: Perfect

Notes:

Goron Spice ahead.

You were on her bed, but not just that, you were on her; your lips were on hers. She was passionately kissing you with her arms wrapped around your neck and your hands cupped the sides of her jaw. It felt clumsy, but considering this was your first kiss, you really couldn’t complain. And you sure weren’t complaining when you gave a teasing lick on her lips, and she easily parted her mouth for you. You effortlessly slid your tongue in and letting it dance with hers, swirling it around until both of you were left breathless.

You groaned when she started sucking on your tongue.

So lewd.

You slowly made your way from kissing her lips to her cheeks, her jaw, and gradually to her neck. She covered her mouth with one hand, trying to bury her adorable moans when you harshly sucked on her pulse, then soothingly lapping that spot with your tongue. You continued your assault on her neck as your hands gently undid the ties of her robe, slowly exposing her nightgown as you let the robe fall on her sides.

You pulled back to sit on your knees, revelling at the beautiful woman beneath you. Baby blue nightgown, you thought. You noticed the obvious hard peaks poking through the silk material and my Goddess, of course she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

And did that turn you on even more.

You bent down to give a languid kiss on her covered nipples, one at a time, and her back arched towards you, wanting more. Her needy sound made you grin, and you locked your lips on hers again, swirling your tongue with hers like you did before. Your hands crawled to the hem of her nightie, pushing it up her body bit by bit, exposing her delicate creamy skin to the night air; her enticing thighs, delightful hips, appetizing flat stomach, and teasingly yummy under boobs.

The sight of her naked breasts made your breath hitched, and you couldn’t help but to latch your mouth around her areola, giving it a tantalizing suck. You slowly licked, sucked, and nipped at her nipples as she blessed your ears with breathy moans. Your thumb and index finger gently pinching and rolling the other. Her moans hitched louder when you gave her nipple a tender tug, and you could already feel the straining in your trousers becoming more unbearable.

She pulled the nightie over her head, throwing it to the floor and why does she have to be so –

“Perfect…” you breathed out.

“What?”

You hovered over her, looking with hooded eyes, “You’re perfect.” As you accentuated every single one of your words, you kissed her on her lips, “Absolutely,” on her left cheek, “utterly,” right cheek, “undeniably,” nose, “perfectly,” and another long kiss on her lips, “perfect.”

Your thumb rubbed her cheek, catching a stray tear. It was impossible for you not to smile from ear to ear. This beautiful, stunning woman had no idea, did she? That she is inarguably the embodiment of the Goddess herself. You kissed her jaw lightly, lacing your fingers with hers and rested your face at the crook of her neck, taking in her scent, Silent Princesses. You wanted to tell her just how flawless she is. You wanted her to be sure she knows. To show her the love and devotion she deserves.

Her hands let go of yours and you felt them travel from your forearms to your biceps to threading her slender fingers in your hair, freeing it out of your hair tie. You pulled away to look at her, and she lets out a quiet giggle when your hair tickles her face.

Adorable.

You kiss her once more. She’s so adorable. You’re so adorable, I can’t get enough of you.

“Link,” she whispered, a smile brushing on yours, “I’m yours.”

The kiss gradually becoming less and less chaste as your tongue dived into her mouth anew and she gladly accepted you. You noticed that you still had your attire on, so you temporarily broke the kiss, much to her whining, to rid of your Champion’s Tunic along with your under shirt, letting it drop to the floor next to her bed. You sat back on your knees as she touched your imperfect skin with feather-light fingers, tracing each and one of your scars. Her mouth moved but no sound came out, but you could make out the word “beautiful” formed on her lips.

‘Beautiful’, just like you.

With your top completely bare, you pressed down onto her, continuing to kiss her intensely. The feeling of her fleshy breasts and firm nipples, squishing and grazing your naked chest made you groan in her mouth. The heat of her skin on yours made your head spin as electricity travelled through your spine when she bit your lower lip.

Slowly, you descended, mouth not leaving her body; lovingly kissing her collarbone, her sternum, and her naval. You place your hands behind her knees, lifting her legs to your shoulders and you felt her tensing up. You looked up at her and she was staring at you in between her fingers, face half-hidden behind her hands. Not breaking eye contact, you kissed the inside of her thighs once and her eyes closed shut.

Soothingly, your thumb rubbed circular patterns on the side of her knees, “You can tell me to stop.”

She opened her eyes and shook her head, orbs not leaving yours, but face still half-buried in her hands, as she whispers, “Don’t stop.”

So cute.

Your gaze went down to her apex, and you could physically feel your soul leaving your body when you saw the exciting wet spot of her arousal on her panties.

I did that to her .

Without even thinking, you buried your face into her, panting and gasping as you try to get yourself under control. And that was a bad idea, a big mistake because the more you inhaled her, the more out of control you felt. The feeling of her fingers pulling on your hair, her thighs braced on your ears, and her breathy moaning of your name did nothing to calm you. It was making you feral. Your tongue darted out and gave her a dragging lick through her covered slit and that made you let out a muffled whine, because holy fuck, she’s delicious.

More.

Hungrily, you pulled her panties down to her ankles and chucked it over your shoulders. You then pushed her legs up even higher to her chest, as you took a good look at her dripping core. Your eyes found hers and she hits you with that teary-eyed expression you’ve only seen once before, her mouth parted with a little bit of drool at the corner of her lips, and cheeks flushed red. This time, that expression was laced with want.

Not wanting to make her wait any longer, your hands came down from her legs to her lower lips as your fingers spread her open, exposing every single hidden gem, and burning the details of her folds in your retinas. When your tongue gave her a direct lap, you were not ready for her flavour in your mouth as it was amplified to the thousands.

Fuck.

You tasted her thoroughly, from the bottom all the way to the top before diving inside of her. You wriggled your tongue, delighted to feel her clenching around you. You picked up her self-administered grinding on your face and you couldn't help but smirk, joyous that she was actively seeking for more. You wriggled faster and swirled your tongue round and round, wanting to taste her better. When you pulled your tongue out, you accidentally flicked a swollen bud and she jolted, her yelp loud enough for a guard on the other side of her door to hear.

Luckily for her, and luckily for you, that particular night watch was scheduled for one Link of Hateno.

And with that problem out of the way, it was time for a little personal experiment.

You gave her clit a quick peck and not only did the pulling on your hair suddenly tightened, but her legs twitched, and her needy voice as she gasped your name sounded like a prayer. Jackpot. You started kissing her clit like you did her mouth, trapping it between your lips as your tongue teasingly swirled around the bud, giving it playful nips. But what made her sound the loudest was when you gave her a mouth-watering suck. So hot. Your sucking did not relent, and the sound of her moans were straight up drowning.

You wanted to hear more of it.

A finger found its way to her slit as it easily slipped inside. You were surprised when her shaky voice told you, “One more, please.”

Of course, anything for you, and another finger made itself at home inside of her warmth.

Your fingers started pumping in and out of her drenched snatch in rapid speed as you greedily licked and sucked her clit. You experimentally curled your finger and suddenly, one of her hands let go of your hair in favour of muffling her moans.

No, don’t, let me hear it.

Your free hand grabbed hers, not letting her conceal her erotic sounds.

“Say my name, Princess.” you growled.

The hand on your head tugging on your hair harshly, practically egging you on at this point. You suddenly felt her insides clenching around your digits in a rhythmic fashion. Her legs clenched and her grinding came to a halt, save for some timely twitches. You continued to suck and flick her clit gently, in sync with her quiet multiple breathy pants of ‘Link’, letting her prolong her climax.

Once she came down from her high, you withdrew your digits and let go of her clit with an erotic wet pop. Without any shame, you stared at her well-worshipped sex before giving it one last loving kiss. On second thought, you kissed her there a few more times, every single kiss your mind echoes the word ‘love’.

Love, love, love, love, love –

“Link, too sensitive...” she whined, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Licking your lips, you slowly crawled back up to her.

You stared at your fingers, wet from her arousal and without thinking, you brought them to her face and tapped her lips once. Her sweet mouth opened and blissfully started licking, tongue darting even in between your digits as she gladly slurped her own essence. You’re so sexy.

Your free hand came down to unlace your trousers and unleashing your stupidly hard cock, further stroking it to relieve some frustration. You continued to rub yourself while looking at the Princess’s euphoric face as she sucked and swirled her tongue all over your hand, enjoying the tingles travelling from your wrist to your forearm, to your spine, and all the way down to your leaking penis.

Her eyes opened to look at you, and you could tell the quick movements of her tongue and the way she sealed her lips around your middle finger as she moved her head up and down was on purpose.

Goddesses above, you will be the death of me, Princess.

You growled and took your digits out of her mouth, shoving them in yours instead, savouring her taste. Unsatisfied, you cupped her face and smacked your lips on hers with more teeth than tongue. Her soaked slit grazed the underside of your length, and it took every ounce of your composure not to shove it in with one hard thrust. Your head was so fogged with want and need that you almost missed when she said, “Can I return the favour?”

It was hard to trust your voice because your throat only wanted to whimper pathetically so you settled with an overenthusiastic nodding. Your reaction made her giggle, and you couldn’t help but huff out a dazed airy chuckle yourself.

Her arms wrapped around your neck, and she kisses you gently. Your world suddenly spins as she abruptly rolled both of you around, and now you were the one on your back. She hovers over you, smiling lovingly as she pushed back your bangs. Your sweaty forehead suddenly feels cold as the night air blew from her window and you couldn’t help but stop and stare when you saw that her features were beautifully shining from the cast of the moonlight.

Absolutely perfect.

She kissed your neck, and only then did you register that your cock was sandwiched between your hard torso and her soft body, making you feel all sorts of paradise. When she sucked on your pulse, you let out a groan and your hands found purchase on her tight waist. You knew you wanted her to leave a deep purple mark on you. There was something about having an imprint to show that you were hers made you shiver in desire. As if being her Appointed Knight and literally swearing an oath to her wasn’t enough, you wanted a more physical prove.

I’m yours, I’m all yours.

You felt her lips and tongue gradually getting lower and lower down your body, leaving wet trails on your chest, stomach, hips, and eventually you felt her warm breath on the head of your manhood. She gave the underside a quick peck and fuck, I almost came just from that.

She held your hands and brought them to her head, placing them on either side of her temple, “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong, and… feel free to guide me.”

Oh, Goddesses, please give me the strength not to shove my dick down her throat.

Chapter 8: Love

Notes:

More Goron Spice ahead.

You’ve seen it plenty of times in your visions before, but never did you expect it to be this, well, large. During his lonely nights, it seemed docile in his hands, but now that it was held in your smaller ones, it is definitely, positively ferocious. Although fierce, it doesn’t scare you at all.

The peculiar feeling, the texture, the scent, and the fact that it was twitching every few seconds did not intimidate you. In all honesty, it fascinated you. What was more enchanting was his reactions when you started slowly stroking him and your thumb swiped the tip of his leaking length for lubricant. His face scrunched, his brows furrowed and his bottom lip bit to conceal his groans.

That many facial expressions from him was rare and quite frankly… so cute.

Hands continuing to stimulate him, your eyes wandered around his length, taking in his details. You scrutinized him from left to right, top to bottom, and he shifted uncomfortably. Not wanting to make him anxious, you gave the crown of his arousal a deep reassuring kiss, delighted to feel him twitch on your lips and his hips bucked. You tenderly whispered, “You’re lovely.” And perhaps, that was an awkward thing to say about his groin, but it was the truth. You were pleased to see his positive reaction; face turning adorably bright red.

Curiously, you gave him a stretching lick from the bottom all the way to the tip of his shaft and when his voice came out sounding more like a whine than it did a moan, it sparked an overwhelming want to have things your way with him. You groaned when the fists in your hair tightened harshly, only for it to loosen right after as you feel him stroking your hair lovingly, apologizing for the sudden roughness.

Not that you minded, to be honest.

His vocal cords strained even more when you engulfed the head of his erection and coiled your tongue around him, lapping the bead of his arousal that was dripping from his hole. You didn’t mind his taste and when you felt him push your head down in reflex, the need to taste more of him made you moan on his cock. The vibration made him push you down even more and his length jolted a few inches further down your throat.

Again, he mumbled an apology and you found that very cute.

Not wanting to delay his indulgence, you hollowed your mouth and slowly took more of him in. You heard his breathing becoming heavier and when you glanced at him through your eyelashes, his head was thrown back, his eyes closed shut, and his clenched abs heaving up and down in time with his panting. The rising and falling of his naked scarred torso was a familiar sight, but with the added view of his exposed neck and sweat trailing down his collarbone to his chest, made you give him an eager and hungry suck. Wow. His groaning turned you on so much, you felt your own arousal started dripping down your thighs again.

When you slowly pulled him out, leaving only his tip in, he hissed and one of his hands suddenly went down to your jaw, tipping your head up a little by the chin so that your eyes were on his.

“Careful with your teeth, love.” he growled in between his gasping, and you tried to ignore the blush taking over your already-red cheeks at him calling you ‘love’. His thumb rubbed your cheeks and you nodded in acknowledgement, mouth still on him. Not breaking eye contact, you pushed him back in your throat, paying closer attention to your teeth by tucking them in your lips.

Like this?

His mouth was parted, and his eyes were half closed. His shoulders relaxed as he slowly nodded at you encouragingly while his thumb continued to rub affectionate circles on your cheekbone.

Finding a comfortable pace and rhythm, you properly started to move your head up and down his shaft, relishing in his hot grunts and moans. It seemed like you were getting the hang of pleasuring him seeing how his eyes were rolled back in ecstasy, his fingers tangled in your hair once more, while the other hand was lazily spread at his side.

So hot.

The sight of him all messed up made you double your efforts, bobbing your head faster and taking him in deeper.

You free his shaft, letting your hand do the stroking as you kissed your way down to his sacks. The sensation he felt when you licked the skin in the middle of his balls made his groans increase in volume and his toes curled euphorically. When you took one of his testicles in your mouth, giving it a suction, it actually made him sit up on his elbows, grabbing your wrist and he looked at you with eyes wide and face beat red.

Startled by his sudden reaction, you released him and nervously asked, “No?”

He shook his head and your gut plummeted. Of course, he wouldn’t like that, it was too vulgar.

“I’m sorry, Link, I –”

“Wait, no.” his eyes showed slight panic, “I meant, ‘no’ as in, not ‘no’, as in, ‘yes’. As in –” Shaking his head again, he got even more red, trying really hard to say his mind. Finally, he lets out a defeated sigh and closed his eyes shut, unable to look at you as he says in a shrinking voice, “I meant, don’t stop, Princess. It… feels good. It’s just that, it caught me off guard and I… I almost… finished and…” and he trails off.

He’s so cute.

You brought one hand to his torso, pushing him back down to lay his head on the pillow again. Then, your mouth went back to his cock and gave the underside a wet sucking kiss with a teasing tongue. You knew you’ve found a sensitive area since he was so quick to transition from being embarrassed from the little misunderstanding to whimpering from pleasure.

Oh, he likes that.

You continued your assault on his underside – licking, sucking, kissing, and then shoved him entirely inside your mouth all the way down to your throat. He was in so deep that his tip brushed your uvula, triggering your gag reflex. You felt his hands on your head trying to push you back, perhaps afraid you were pushing yourself too much for him, but no, I want to make you feel good.

“Princess, wait. I’m really gonna…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence since at this point, after seeing him finish so many times in your visions already, you’ve memorized his signs and cues.

You gave him a mouth-watering suck, head moving up and down, as your fingers fondled and massaged his constricted balls, encouraging him to release his frustrations down your throat. You heard him let out a deep growl and suddenly, the hands in your hair started pumping your head brutally. He’s fucking my face. His manhandling was such a turn on that your hand slithered down to your drenched slit and you gave your clit a vigorous rub.

His pumping halted at once and without warning, you felt hot liquid spewing on your tongue in bursts. As some of it hit the back of your throat, tears started running down your face, but you accepted his seed anyway, letting everything pool in your mouth.

Not soon after, his grip loosened and you released his surprisingly still-hard cock with not, but your spit mixed with his essence connecting your lips to his tip.

“Wow…” he pants, and with your mouth still full of his seeds, your eyes met his. He looked so dazed staring at you. He shook his head to snap himself out and stretched to the side of the bed, bending down to retrieve his discarded under shirt, “You can spit it out he–”

His words died in his throat when he saw yours bobbed and your mouth parting, letting out a content sigh. You swallowed his cum.

“Princess…” was all that he was able to growl before pouncing on you.

His kisses on your neck were far from slow and tender, the complete opposite of his previous gentle administrations, but even despite that, you wanted more. You’ve created a beast. The needy moan that came out of you when he bit your neck was so loud, you were afraid your Father heard it and might suddenly burst through the door, beheading Link right then and there.

Let’s not think about that.

Link’s tongue darted out to lap the bitten spot soothingly, only for him to possessively latch onto you, giving your skin a delicious suck. Your eyes closed shut, moaning his name, wanting more, more, and more.

Impatient, you wrapped your arms around him, licking his bottom lip and giving it a tug, murmuring, “Take me, Hero.”

His eyes darkened at your words. But his lips found yours once more and his kiss, despite his earlier demeanour, was delicate and warm.

“Are you sure?” were his gentle words that marvelled you, his eyes searching yours. Even through all that, he was still making sure of your comfort and readiness in taking the next step.

My sweetheart. My soulmate. My love. Love, love –

“Love.” you whispered.

His expression softened and a smile found its way on his lips.

“Love.” he echoes.

You nodded and aligned his smile with a smile of your own, ever so softly.

It wasn’t long until one of his hands came down and you felt the tip of his member touch your dripping core. Bit by bit, eyes not leaving yours, he slides in, stopping for a while when he sees pain in your eyes. He wasn’t even fully sheathed that you already felt full. He groans as your fingernails left crescent-shaped marks on his shoulder blades.

Once he was fully enveloped within you, his face found the crook of your neck and he exhaled blissfully in your ear, the warmth of his breath made you shiver in delight.

He slowly pulled out, but before he could even go halfway, you stopped him by locking your legs around his hips, arms wrapped around his neck, and inevitably pushing his member back inside of you, making him growl and his entire body stiff. Clinging on to him like a koala, you murmured against his skin, “Stay… Don’t move yet…” and with no signs of reluctance, he relaxes and stills for you.

He nodded and whispered in your ear, “Whenever you’re ready, Princess.” Kissing your earlobe.

Although unmoving, you felt his cock twitching inside you, and you thought it was probably agonizing for him to pause and not pound you like a wild animal on the spot. You turned your head, finding his lips, and with a needy moan, you passionately kissed him, hoping your tongues could distract him from the pain. Well, not just him, but you, too.

And perhaps, it worked a bit too well because you did not notice it when he started moving, gently sliding in and out of you in small intervals and grinding slowly.

Only when his thumb pressed on your clit did you caught on to his motions. Your eyes shot open and suddenly, the discomfort from earlier transitioned to delicious pleasure. His blues were already staring at your greens, and you hoped he picked up on the message hidden behind your orbs, and luckily for you, it was loud and clear; more.

He smirked and his pounding becoming wilder, and the sound of skin-on-skin slapping reverberated throughout your chamber, increasingly turning you on. You felt your insides clenching around him, refusing to let go when he pulled out to his tip, and it felt euphoric when he pushed back in with intense force.

Yes, more. Give it to me.

His breath mixed with yours and suddenly, all of your senses were starting to conglomerate into one messy overwhelming sensation. Added to his rubbing on your bundle of nerves, you soon felt your climax nearing. Without warning, he pounded you even rougher and faster that you didn’t know was even possible.

Just like that, just like that.

With your mouth parted in high pitch moaning, he captures your lips with a searing kiss, diving his tongue in, wriggling it with yours. He then sucks on your tongue sending tingles all the way down to your stomach. Your eyes practically had hearts on them for him.

I love you. I love you so much. I love –

His hips halted and you felt his seed pumping hard inside you, and oh, so good, so good, bringing you to your own intense peak. He grinds into you, prolonging both of your orgasms, until he ultimately stops.

With both his hands on either side of your head, he hovered over you, breathing heavily as he caught his breath. Slowly, he pulled himself out and you whined a little by the lost of him. The feeling of his release dripping out of your hero-worshipped slit made you exhale in content.

He bended down to give you a chaste kiss but as he was pulling himself back up, his arms wobbled, and his weight suddenly crashed down on you. He was trying really hard to brace himself with his elbows, minding not to crush you and even that was surprisingly unstable.

Giving your poor soulmate some mercy, you brought his head to your chest and rolled over to your side. He was quick to relax in your embrace, face buried between your naked breasts, as you kissed his hair. You felt a gentle peck of his lips on your skin, and it wasn’t long until you registered the calm rhythm of his breathing. The man on your chest was sound asleep and it didn’t take long for slumber to overtake you as well.

Notes:

HI SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE TODAY!!! I came home from work and immediately passed out. in any case, hope you enjoy the goron spice chapters!!! its my first time writing smut, so please go easy on me Q_Q
thank you for reading!

Chapter 9: Enough

The next morning, you woke up at dawn to the feeling of softness in your face. Actually, everything felt soft. Really soft. Um, since when was your bed this soft? Slowly, you opened your eyes. A pink nipple.

Your eyes widened and you instinctively pulled away with a quiet gasp. Your gaze went up and you felt your cheeks ignite when you saw the sleeping, and very nude Princess Zelda right next to you. After blinking away your sleep, everything from last night came pouring in. The Princess of Hyrule is your soulmate, and last night, the two of you made love.

Love.

The thought of it made you smile so wide, you had to bite your lip. Until it faltered. Because ‘love’.

You haven’t properly told her you love her.

Subconsciously slapping yourself on the forehead, you made a mental note to say the three magic words the first thing she wakes up, and you shall settle with nothing less. She was still asleep though. So, you laid back down next to her, keeping a bit of distance ironically and just stared, admiring her for her. She’s beautiful even when she’s sleeping. Even with her mouth parted, a little bit of drool coming out, hair a mess that you could only describe as ‘sex hair’, everything about her is just utterly…

“Perfect.” You whispered as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake her up from her beauty sleep.

Smiling to yourself, you took in more of her. You noticed the deep purple marks all over her neck and chest and oh, shit. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be horrified or proud of it. Something about the awareness that it was caused by you made your heart bubble with glee. You wondered if she’d be mad at you for it. You were ready to counter her with the ‘but it’s low enough that no one would notice if you wore something with a high collar’ argument. You’d be devastated if she told you not to do it again.

Again.

Will there be an ‘again’?

Will you be able to have this again? Or at all, as a matter of fact?

Suddenly you realized (a little bit too late, to be honest) that you were a mere squire, a common knight, an insignificant commoner, and she is the Princess of Hyrule, The Princess of Light, The Goddess Reincarnate, and you tarnished her purity with your dirty, filthy, peasant hands. What have I done? You felt like you should regret it, but a part of you did not. She’s your soulmate; it was written in the stars that the two of you were meant to be together. But that still didn’t change the uneasiness building up in your chest. Okay, yes, you were willing to break rules for her, but this is beyond breaking a few rules. Oh, Goddesses, what’s King Rhoam gonna think of this? You were a dead man. He would torture you, behead you, and then kill you. You didn’t know how the last two would even be possible in that order, but you were too busy panicking to correct yourself. YOU TAINTED THE DAUGHTER OF KING RHOAM BOSPHORAMUS HYRULE, THE PRINCESS OF –

“…Mmm.”

And you snapped out of it and looked at her.

Her eyes were still closed but her hands were darting around, in search of… you, maybe? Then, a soft palm landed on your head, and she lets out a sigh of relief. She started combing your hair with her fingers, and oh, that feels nice. Suddenly your worries and anxiousness from before were all melted away, carried by the waves that is ‘I don’t care, she’s my soulmate and I love her and I’ll fight for her, Goddess damn it’. So easy to melt in her hands, it was kind of pathetic. If you were a dog, your tail would be wagging so hard, it risked snapping in half.

She continued to stroke your hair lovingly, until her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze immediately found yours and she blushed, her cheeks flushing pink. Adorable. You couldn’t help your smile from tugging on your lips, giving her a big goofy grin. She mirrored your expression, returning your grin with a shy smile. I wanna stay like this forever.

She shifted closer and wrapped her arms around you, giving you a warm hug. Oh! You blushed. The touch of her naked figure on yours already felt familiar to you. The two of you were truly made for each other. The thought of that widened your smile and you nuzzled the crook of her neck blissfully.

You suddenly felt her lips pressed on your earlobe and hm? You pulled away to give her a puzzled look, but she was already looking at you with a shy grin, eyelashes batting at you cutely. You cocked your head to the side, giving her a knowing crooked smile with an expression that says really? This early? Not that you were complaining, of course. Another part of you has clearly awoken to let you know it liked this too. Not a second later, you wiggled your eyebrows and motioned your head a come on.

She giggled and got up to straddle your waist, her golden hair curtained your face as she stared at you lovingly. Eyes not leaving yours and her smile never faltering, her hand caressed your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, collarbone, and then your chest. She lifted herself and with one hand, she aligned your hard member to her core and sank back down. She started moving, but she wasn’t pounding you. Instead, she lazily grinds on you, moving her body back and forth, and fuck, this is already heaven.

She moved her hands to your thighs and planted her feet on the mattress as her legs spread open for your viewing indulgence. Your eyes gazed down to where the two of you were connected, and this is the hottest sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You couldn’t help yourself from reaching out to rub her clit. Her insides tightened and she started moving again with her legs still wide open, slowly pumping you up and down this time. It was bliss despite the leisure pace. Perhaps because it was morning and both of you just woke up.

Either way you soon felt your climax nearing and she was moving a bit faster. Your free hand gripped her by the ankle, bucking your hips to meet hers. She pounded you once with great force and halted her movements in favour of grinds again, breathing out a quiet, “Coming.” You felt her insides clenching hard rhythmically around you, wanting to milk your cock and it wasn’t long until you followed suit, pouring your morning seed inside of her. Oh, Goddesses, this is euphoric.

She came down and rested her head on your shoulder, exhaling contently.

You rolled both of you to the side, inevitably unsheathing yourself from her, and you just closed your eyes and hugged her. You knew you shouldn’t fall asleep, but it was so tempting. She pulled away and you opened your eyes to her smiling face. She placed a hand on your cheek and her thumb rubbed your cheekbone.

“Hi.” Her voice soft, yet it made your heart sing a thousand songs.

You simply looked at her, smiling from ear to ear, letting the comfortable silence extend, in hopes that the moment extends with it. You knew you didn’t have the heart to leave her little adorable ‘hi’ hanging too long, but of course, you knew that wasn’t the reply you were going to give her. You gently took her hand, bringing it closer to your mouth and gave her palm a delicate kiss.

“I love you.”

And wow, when her smile widened and her entire face lit up, flushing red to the tips of ears, your heart literally skipped a beat. Still smiling, tears suddenly started pooling in her eyes and oh, my dearest, you caught them with your thumb as they rolled down her cheeks, rubbing her face gently, and tenderly kissed the spot. Don’t cry, my love. 

“I love you, too.”

Boom. Critical hit.

You cupped her face and kissed her, pouring all of your love into a single action. And if tomorrow never comes, you hoped she will remember this kiss and feel the deep affection with which it was laced. You hoped it will comfort her during her days of self-loathe, during her days of loneliness, during her days of frustrations.

You hoped the stolen kisses that came afterwards were enough to make her forget about her worries and concerns. You hoped the hidden messages behind your eyes when she glances at you in public were able to give her the strength that she needed. You hoped the love that was made in the quiet darkness of the night, or in the secret scenes of your journeys together were enough to shine light for her to see that she is everything and nothing but everything.

You hoped it was enough.

“You’re going to be just fine.”

You really hoped it was enough.

And everything went dark.

Notes:

Next chapter is an epilogue :D
it will be a longer one but I might take a few days until I'm ready to upload it since I feel like rewriting it a bit.
Thank you for all the comments and kudos! I'm so happyyy!!!

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

Chapter 10: Boom, Epilogue

If you knew how a Goddess would sound like, it would sound like the voice that woke you up from your weird bathtub bed. The voice called you ‘Link’ and I guess that’s my name. You said your name aloud, letting it roll on your tongue, “Link.”

But it didn’t sound as pretty as when that voice said it.

You saw an old man but didn’t bother talking to him. But you sure bothered enough to grab the delicious looking baked apple beside his campfire. And so that sparked a conversation with the old man. As he was too busy talking about the birth of the Hyrule or whatever, your vision was suddenly hijacked by another’s. What the, what!?

It was the back of your head.

Huh?

It was literally just the back of your head for about thirty seconds. You couldn’t hear anything. The eyes were just looking at you from behind; your unruly hair, your low ponytail, the planes of your back, the slate on your hip, your ass as well, apparently, uh, eyes up here, mate and then your hand.

When you snapped out of it, the old man was staring at you expectedly, as if he was waiting for an answer.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“Hm… Well, not to worry, young boy. I was simply letting you know that I will be here should you need any service.”

“OH! Right.”

And then there was silence because you didn’t budge from where you stood.

“Boy, if there’s something on your mind, maybe this old man could help out.” the old man offered.

“I just don’t know how to say it without sounding insane.”

“Try.”

You hesitated for a while, “I was suddenly seeing… well, something else, I guess? Like my real sight was blocked by another sight. If that makes sense.”

The old man was quiet for a moment. He mumbled something like, “How can that be possible? Perhaps they are a Sheikah? Who else would still be…? Could it be Impa?”

Whatever a Sheikah and an Impa were.

You cocked your head to the side and coughed a bit to get the old man’s attention. He stumbled, only to gain composure seconds later and asked you what it was that you saw. When you told him you saw your own back, his eyes widened so hard, you could’ve sworn they would pop out of its socket and roll down the hill. He then smiled at you, a suspiciously knowing smile, if you could recognize it.

“Well, son.” When the hell did I become your son? “Let me tell you about soulmates visions.”

Now that you knew what those visions meant and what those visions were, you slowly turned your head around. You were spooked out of your mind when you saw that NOBODY was behind you. If those sights belonged to your soulmate, and no one was behind you, doesn’t that mean you were haunted by your soulmate’s ghost?

…

What the hell, what the hell, what the hell!!!!

When you activated the tall tower, the Goddess-like voice told you that you’ve been asleep for one hundred years and dang, I must’ve been mega tired! You wondered if it was supposed to be a power nap that had gone south. You laced your fingers together, mimicking a prayer gesture and you prayed to the voice for forgiveness for not setting up an alarm, or not hearing the cuckoos crow in the morning. To be fair though, there were no cuckoos around, so maybe you shouldn’t blame yourself too much. Ahem, still, I’m sorry.

More of what happened a century ago was detailed to you by the old man, who revealed himself as the late King of Hyrule. You found out about… Calamity Ganon.

The name struck a chord in you. I know that chord.

Hate. Loathe. Detest.

And a Princess named Zelda, the owner of the voice that you’ve been hearing since you woke up. The Princess who survived the events of the calamity to face the evil alone. All alone. And she was still fighting at that very second. All alone and exhausted.

Princess Zelda. Another chord struck.

But what is it?

As you were gliding your way down from The Great Plateau with the paraglider the ghost of the King gave you, a thought popped up in your mind; my soulmate totally checked out my ass. You smirked at the notion, completely ignoring the little detail about your soulmate being, oh, I don’t know, a spirit.

You met a lot of young and beautiful women during your journey throughout the ruined kingdom of Hyrule, all of which were willing to throw themselves at you. You wondered if you were the only one with soulmate visions because why would anyone want to be with someone else knowing that they have a soulmate? There was a moment where you asked these flirtatious women if they had sights at all, and to your surprise, they do. Then why? Their soulmate exists, they’re real, they’re alive, and they’re somewhere in this world, waiting for you, looking for you, so why? That was when you found out about casual flings, sex that didn’t necessarily involve any emotional attachment; a one-time thing, disposable, and always available should you feel lonely. And the more you thought about it, the more it…

… repels you.

Sure, you don’t have a soulmate anymore, and maybe it was that you were haunted by her, but… Wait, ‘her’?

…

Slowly remembering.

Anyway, sure you don’t have a soulmate anymore, and maybe it was that you were haunted by her, but there was something about emotionless sex that left a bitter taste in your mouth. And for some reason, the thought of having intimacy with someone else’s soulmate felt so… wrong. Immoral, even. Even if they were willing, even if casual, devil-may-care shagging were the norm, it still didn’t feel ethical. I wouldn’t want it if MY soulmate slept with someone that wasn’t me. Not that you must worry about that anymore, but still.

Ethics and principles be damned here, huh?

“Everyone deals with things differently. Stop acting ‘holier than thou’, it’s not like you’re any better than the rest of us who indulge in these things. Do you think you’ll get the approval of the holy late Princess Zelda’s or something? Get a hold of yourself.” the woman lashed out.

Princess Zelda. There it is again. That chord. That feeling of… something.

Something. A whisper. Something that was said to you a handful times. But often in whispers.

Whispers. Good whispers. Urgent whispers?

I can’t remember.

“I’m just saying that’s not how I roll.” You retorted and walked away from… what’s her name, Sagasa? Segsa?

Doesn’t matter.

Your mood was ruined.

But your foul mood quickly vanished when Impa, the Elder of Kakariko Village, told you Princess Zelda’s final message to you: free the four Divine Beasts.

Five words from her. Five simple words from her and that was enough to make you feel stronger.

I will do that. For you, I will do anything.

When you reached Zora’s Domain, the information that came with the Zora Armour that you were currently wearing made you want to take it off. The Princess of the Zora, Mipha, intended to marry me. You wondered if the ghost of your soulmate that was haunting you was the restless spirit of Mipha. It sounded plausible, at the very least. She died a regretful death, and since she loved you enough to craft a proposal armour for you, then it wasn’t a far stretch to believe the gaze that lingered on your back were hers. But for some reason… It felt incorrect. A part of you was screaming how wrong that was. Your mind sounded buzzer alarms so loud it drowned out your other thoughts by how inaccurate that theory was.

“Did Mipha ever have soulmate visions? Were they mine?” you asked Sidon, her little brother, curiously.

“She did. Until it stopped one day. And no, it wasn’t yours.”

“Then why did she want to marry me if I wasn’t the one?”

“Because around the same time, yours stopped too.”

…

Something within you wanted to say “Oh, I guess I never told her.” But another part of you wondered told her what?

“That my visions came back and that I found who they belonged to.” that something answered back.

This whole amnesiac thing was getting on your nerves. It was so difficult not being able to grasp that certain information that was just at the tip of your fingers, like words that died in your throat and lingered at the tip of your tongue.

You were, for some reason, relieved to hear that you weren’t soulmates with Mipha. That perhaps the Zora Armour stemmed from the idea of convenience of being childhood friends more than it did of ‘love’.

There is that chord again. That faint whisper of… something.

Love?

“Farewell.” Mipha’s spirit told you, “Save her, Link. Save the Princess. Save Princess Zelda.”

Princess Zelda.

Love!

That chord when you hear her name is the word ‘love’! That chord when you hear the word ‘love’ is her name.

Love. Devotion. Yearn.

I want to s ave Princess Zelda quickly.

And then you were having a vision. Your second vision. It was dark. Your soulmate was not behind you this time. Where the hell is she? She was somewhere dark, and you think, it was cold as well. You wanted to just wrap your arms around her to keep her warm. There was purple-red gunk around her. It was malice. Her gaze looked down to the three triangles carved on the (familiar) stone floor, and then towards a large (again, familiar) entrance right in front of her. And she closes her eyes, but it wasn’t dark, it was bright. And then, you were seeing your back again. Her eyes set on you from behind.

You snapped out of it, processing what you just saw. Your soulmate’s spirit was able to teleport? Or change her viewpoint? Either way you turned around and looked over your shoulder, unknowingly looking towards Hyrule Castle in the distance as you stood atop of the freed Vah Medoh. And maybe this was slightly hopeful of you, or maybe you were more of an emotional sap than you thought you were, but you smiled with the faith that it reached the eyes and heart of your soulmate.

Quickly, you turned your head back to the spirit of Revali, who wasn’t too pleased that you weren’t paying attention to him.

“I know you’re eager to meet your Princess, but the least you could do is focus. I’m TRYING to congratulate you here. You can worry about your little soulmate later.”

You blushed, “my WHAT!?”

“Ugh, asinine.”

Revali’s words kept replaying in your head like an infinite loop until you reached Gerudo Town. The entire journey there was practically you on autopilot. “Your soulmate”, he called her. It made your cheeks heat up and your heart race, as you tried really hard to swallow your grin. Oh, Goddess, if Revali was pulling on my foot I will personally soil his grave.

It felt like your legs had tensioned springs in them, because when Urbosa shot you that wink when referring to you “taking care of Hyrule”, you were this close to unleashing the energy that had built up and start jumping out of sheer happiness and excitement. Wanting to punch the air with a fist aimed skyward.

You knew you were kind of dumb, but you could read hints well enough, and how dumb do you need to be to not notice THIS? From the visions, the chords, the clues...

So…

So, Princess Zelda really is my soulmate?

Your cheeks puffed up, an effort to conceal your glee. Oh, you were beaming, you absolute goofball! Even did a little victory dance when no one was watching when you remembered that she checked out your ass when you were on the Great Plateau.

Try as you might to contain your grin, it was such an easy tell for Daruk. He couldn’t help but tease you in good heart, calling you ‘completely smitten’ when he caught you looking at the Castle in the horizon.

“Can’t tell if those red cheeks o’ yers’ are from the heat or if yer just completely smitten with the Tiny Princess.”

“HHNGG!? Stop it, man!” The Flamebreak Helm prevented you from covering your stupid-looking smile with your hands.

The Master Sword showed you a memory from a century ago, and you were more than excited to see Zelda’s face again. Tell him I– what, Zel!? You glared at The Deku Tree for cutting her off. Yeah, it would sound better in her voice, but it was pointless to tell her that because I can HEAR her anyway THROUGH the MEMORIES. You scoffed and The Deku Tree chuckled at how completely devoted you were with the Princess.

Of course, I am! She’s my soulmate!

Your journey back to Kakariko Village was so bouncy, one could mistake you for a… Yeah, for a frog. Kind of like that frog Zelda captured in those memories of yours from one hundred years ago. Boing, boing, boing, up the stairs. You were wearing your green Tunic of the Wild too, so the resemblance was uncanny. Your happy-go-lucky attitude made Impa roll her eyes, but you knew she was happy for you since she smiled the entire time.

The time has come for you to rush Hyrule Castle and annihilate Calamity Ganon.

Oh, but first off, gotta meet up with Kass!

“But the princess herself only had eyes for her escort, her own knight attendant.”

You couldn’t help your gremlin-like giggle as you looked at Kass with this annoying smugness that even you were surprised Kass didn’t just punch you right there and then. Damn straight she did!

As you took a step inside of the Hyrule Castle Sanctum, you were brimming with confidence and determination.

“Link…”

What!

“Link…!”

What is it!

“Link!”

I’m here!

“I’m sorry… but my power isn’t strong enough… I can’t hold him…”

You’ve done enough.

As you glided down to the area at the bottom of the Sanctum, you were soon face to face with the hideous being that is the Calamity itself. You were so calm, it surprised even yourself. The Champions’ Divine Beasts did a hefty amount damage on the thing and finally, finally, it’s my turn.

You dodged its assault, you parried its attack, you swung the Master Sword, every movement of your body was deliberate, calculated, and all were performed with revenge at heart.

For Hyrule, for the Champions, for my friends, for my family, for my memories, for my death!

When you thought it was all over, you were suddenly teleported to Hyrule Fields where the final battle will commence. This is it. Pulling the string of the Bow of Light given to you by Zelda herself, you struck the final blow right on the Calamity’s huge disgusting eyeball.

For Zelda!

…

And there she was, standing in front of you again. Hair matted, skin dirtied, dress soiled, yet still so…

“I’ve been keeping watch over you all this time.”

I knew that.

“I always thought, no, I always believed that you would find a way to defeat Ganon. I never lost faith in you over these many years.”

Aw, shucks.

“May I ask, do you remember me?”

You cocked your head to the side and looked at her with a knowing crooked smile. She stared back at you, her eyes wide and hopeful. Then you stretched out both your arms and motioned your head a come on.

She took a hesitant step towards you.

Come on.

Another unsure step.

You cocked your head to the other side. Come on!!

She ran towards you and lunges in your embrace. Your arms wrapped tightly around her and suddenly you realized you were crying even though you were smiling from ear to ear. You felt wetness on the skin of your neck as well, where her face immaculately fitted in. She was crying too. You chuckled, we’re both a mess.

“Hi.” You could hear the smile in her strained voice as she whispered to your ear.

It felt nostalgic. It felt familiar. It felt…

“I love you.” You whispered back, almost automatically.

She pulled back to look at you and now that you got a closer look into her emerald orbs, you felt that piece that you knew was missing, that piece that you looked everywhere for, slotted itself right back where it belonged. You felt complete; whole.

Zelda was that piece.

Perfect piece.

You pecked her forehead and murmured, “If you don’t say it back, I’m gonna look like the silliest man in Hyrule.”

That made her laugh. Pretty laugh, cute laugh. I want to hear more of that.

“I love you too.” she pulled away just enough to look at you and kiss your smile.

Boom. Critical hit.

Notes:

And that's that! Thank you for all the comments and kudos! I truly appreciate everyone's kind support.

The entirety of this work didn't really have a plot, nor did I touch upon other characters in great detail. I honestly just wanted to write something where Link is completely head over heels for Zelda LOL I tried to make the epilogue as light-hearted as possible because I cannot handle angst for the life of me HAHA Life is already hard enough, I think we all deserve something feel-good, so I hope the carefreeness of Link made you laugh or smile, even a lil :))

Thank you for reading! On to the next fic ;p