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Zelda Porn Story: Zelda, Heated Twilight

Zelda Porn Story: Zelda, Heated Twilight

Not so random quote : � Ilia moaned softly into Link’s neck as he pulled her taunt rear-end down into each of his powerful thrusts, driving himself deeper into her deepest corridors. � – want to read more ? :3

 

Zelda, Heated Twilight

Chapter 01: The Mayor’s Daughter
Pairing: Link X Ilia

�Goddesses above, allow your servant slumber.� the young rancher growled sarcastically as he found himself once again awakening to the aggravating interruptions that echoed outwards from his own subconscious. He could have considered rolling back over and trying to recapture whatever fleeting dreams had vanished into the darkness. However, he brought himself upright and found himself once again questioning what could have possibly brought him to an early awakening. The entire situation seemed unusual considering that absolutely nothing about the earlier workday had been abnormal enough to cause him such concern. Regardless, there was something absolutely plaguing his anxious consciousness.

The young rancher had slumbered into the later hours of the morning before going to the ranch and bringing the livestock out into the fields. This chore was followed by another common workday alongside the inconveniences that were typical with working the fields and the livestock. Following his departure in the afternoon he rendezvoused with the village�s most renowned swordsman where they refreshed upon passed lessons and some philosophy. The evening had been finalized with being hailed back to the ranch when the livestock became too much effort for the somewhat simple-minded ranch master. He encountered several of the local villagers and shared in many conversations, and in reflecting on them discovered the subject that disturbed his slumber.

The sadness and loneliness of the fallen twilight.�

There was something doubtlessly ominous about those seemingly pointless words that had been spoken by his neighbor and teacher the evening before, following another of their rigorous training sessions that continuously focused upon swordsmanship. His words seemed like some manner of encrypted sermon that served to draw the attention of any listener to turn their eyes towards the darkening sky. Urging all those within hearing distance to take notice of the mysterious transformation that took place on the horizon between the light of the day and the darkness of the night. It was an almost unnoticed process that had taken place with polished clockwork every evening for the entirety of existence. Many before him had doubtlessly questioned the unidentified forces that orchestrated the mixture of the light and the shadows, and yet he found himself losing sleep over the matter.

He was not only being kept from his slumber by those cryptic words, for everything of the matter had been brushed aside before the former knight made the request that the young man travel northward two days following. Apparently unwilling to return to the northern capital of the kingdom following an unspoken incident, he would be allowing the young man to travel in his footsteps to represent Ordon Village. Considering that the young rancher had never been afforded any vacation time that lasted for any longer than annual celebrations, one was easily excited by the prospect of leaving the southern village and visiting the capital city. To represent his hometown at the Hyrule Summit, amongst other respectable leaders and possibly even members of royalty.

Finding himself rising long before the eye of the flame goddess, he couldn�t decide whether his mind was rifled with impossible questions or unrevealed excitement. Regardless, the young rancher began putting himself through the same morning exercises which had been performing every morning since he began working with the local livestock at the nearby ranch. Whenever somebody questioned how the dedicated young man was able to handle his seemingly endless responsibilities without becoming exhausted, he would attribute his considerable health towards regular exercise and eating properly. While his morning routine focused around building overall strength and resistance, he found his seemingly endless chores around town served to build overall stamina and endurance. Of course, some chores were more difficult than others.

Following his extensive morning routine, the young rancher dressed himself in some of his everyday working clothes which tended to revolve around earthly color tones. Instead of the expected farming boots that were commonly worn by the northern farmers, the young rancher of the southern village usually utilized sturdy sandals. There was also an ordinary leather belt laced around the waist over his tunic, holding several unoccupied pouches that were usually used towards collecting nuts and berries from the nearby forest. The young rancher also carried an ordinary hunting dagger on the reverse of the belt, commonly being placed towards utilities and basic uses rather than actually hunting. Perhaps the most unnoticed detail was the small lump under the left pectoral of his tunic where he would often stuff his scantily supplied wallet.

The young rancher�s morning musings were unexpectedly shattered by the sound of something solid striking the wooden door that lead into his house. The young fieldworker breathed deeply as he moved towards the door to investigate the source of the unannounced interruption, already envisioning the most likely culprit. There was no questioning the seemingly endless mischief that came from the local monkey population and they were typically the prime suspects in any foolishness throughout the southern village. He welcomed another deep breath before opening the door and stepping outside on to the balcony that overlooked the small grove that surrounded his elevated home.

The entire world seemed to be dominated by the ominous illumination that echoed outward from the full moon that loomed above, the object of attention for those haunting howls of the nearby wolves. The young rancher found himself starring out over that shadowed horizon, once again reflecting upon those words his teacher had muttered. His inspections informed him that there couldn�t have been anymore than four hours remaining before the glow of the haunting moon would be replaced with the glare of the blazing sun. His cerulean gaze then dropped to the small rock that had been tightly wrapped in a single sheet of crisp white paper, there was no denying the sound of feet moving down the nearby forest trail. He quickly removed the sheet of paper discovering the neat handwriting that had been neatly printed onto the paper with underlying intentions.

~Link, meet me at the Ordon Fountain. We need to discuss some things.~

�So much for sleeping.� Link chuckled lightly before crushing the note and tossing it backwards into his house before securely sealing the single entrance before thoughtlessly jumping from the balcony. The moment his toes touched the ground he rolled forward across the scant grass that covered the traffic area between the village and the forest. Recovering his balance he dusted himself off and then moved down the trail for the second time in the last several hours, possessing three different expectations as to whom this caller might have been. Of course, he realized that only one of the three was at all possible at this ungodly hour.

The everyday journey from the southern village to the forest spring took around ten minutes to transverse, eventually depositing the young rancher outside the closed wooden gates. Link raised one eyebrow before he turned back towards the small passageway that was tunneled through the natural wall that separated the trail from the forest spring. The entire situation was uncomfortably familiar from an earlier incident and following his same actions back then he began crawling through the small passageway. Besides the local wildlife and village children, there was nobody that really used this tunnel to access the forest spring and there was only one person that would actually lure him to this place.

The young rancher breathed deeply of the chilled air that wafted around the forest spring before crawling from the small cave and moving his vision to scan over the scene. He stepped forward through the shadows of the fallen evening, taking notice of the moonlight against the flowing water. His concentration was quickly stolen away when something suddenly tackled him from behind and he was forced down into the chilled water and refined sand of the stream. Two smaller hands moved down his shoulders to his wrists as he was straddled and essentially pinned to the shallows of the forest stream. The silver glow of the moon revealed his attacker as those soft hands effectively held his own down into the sand, he smiled lightly towards her �Good morning, Ilia.�

�Good morning yourself.� The mayor�s daughter smiled down at the young rancher with an uncharacteristically sinister smile that nobody would have expected, with special exception to the longtime friend she currently had pinned beneath her. The young woman�s clothing remained unchanged from what she had been wearing several hours earlier, essentially proving that she had probably been planning this little encounter. She descended upon him slowly until their dirty blond locks were grinding against one another and they could practically taste their evening meals on one another�s heated breath.

�I couldn�t really sleep tonight, so I decided to collect my payment a little earlier than usual.� the young woman whispered seductively as she lowered herself to press her lips against his own, the two young lovers locking themselves in a passionate manner of conflict. The mayor�s daughter was obviously referring to her earlier services in cleansing the unwanted filth that had collected on the sole horse of the young rancher. Neither of them took this weightless excuse very seriously, the young rancher simply allowed the mayor�s daughter to remain in control whenever she assisted him in bathing Epona.

Link and Ilia had possessed the closest of friendships since before either of them could remember and following their growth towards adulthood warranted many concerns. Neither of them found themselves very interested in exploring the mysterious of physical pleasure until one fateful evening after her sixteenth summer, when unfamiliar instincts overtook them within the woodland thickets. An unspoken relationship bloomed between the two youngbloods which eventually became an incredibly secretive relationship of passion and romance. Although this aspect of their considerable history remained hidden from the populace of the southern village, their friendship remained completely unchanged.

The earliest moments of the encounter which had started as a passionate kiss was quickly becoming an absolute battle for supremacy between the two lovers, their tongues wrestling against one another and their eyes glaring into their opposites with unbridled passion. Within moments the mayor�s daughter shattered the union of the wrestling match long enough to release her lover�s arms and quickly remove the soaked shirt from his work-crafted upper body, lustily running her fingers down his chest and abdomen. His own hands moved up her naturally smooth legs eventually cupping around her rear end before she descended on him again their breaths ragged before she began trailing soft kisses down his neck.

As the lover�s exchanged smooches and lusty leers, Ilia�s knees remained on the muddy ground and levitated her enough to lower her hands enough to remove Link�s leather belt and toss it off to the side. The hunting dagger clicking lightly in the sheath as the belt landed next to the purse she regularly carried alongside her. His hands meanwhile hastily unlaced the waistline of her spring dress, the simple cloth threatening to tear under the strain caused by the amount of movement.

Of course, neither of them could have cared less for their belongings at that moment. The passion was all that mattered and while they found themselves within the boundaries of the forest spring, neither found themselves concerned with being discovered by the other villagers. The majority of the community would be slumbering for several more hours and unless something unexpected happened, nobody else would be coming to the forest spring at this exhausting hour.

The process continued as they managed to slowly remove articles of one another�s clothing eventually leaving the young rancher in his slacks and the mayor�s daughter in her undergarments. Two pairs of sandals floated somewhere in the forest spring, but neither acknowledged the unconscious loss as they continued exploring. There was some considerable strain as Link could already feel the evidence of his arousal pressing painfully against the slacks. Ilia�s own proof of broken innocence wasn�t as easily detected considering that her hips were being lapped against by the spring waters.

�You wanted to discuss something?� Link questioned as he grinded his hips against his anxious lover, his surprisingly gentle hands having moved to softly caress her average-sized and still growing breasts.

�Only wondering when you�d be heading off to Hyrule Castle.� Ilia smirked as she raked her petite hands down his impressive frame, both of them drinking in the others image in the silver moonlight.

�The royal family itself wouldn�t be able to buy Epona.� Link whispered to her without hesitation, quickly gathering the most possible concern she could possess. She responded by rushing her breasts out towards him and smiling another one of those seductive smiles that would make the most talented temptress seem innocent. One slender hand moved into his hair as he leveled himself to bring his lips against the sensitive flesh. Eventually she found herself sitting on his lap as the talking ceased and their annual couplings continued.

�Good answer.� Ilia whispered as he eyes fluttered shut, the indescribable sensation shooting through her system as she began losing control over both her lover and the overall situation. But once again, she couldn�t have cared less.

Ilia whimpered softly as the young man�s ivory teeth clamped down softly on the focal point of her adolescent breasts, consciously teasing her with an irresistible sensation of pleasurable pain. One hand softly fondled her remaining mound, alternating between softly squeezing the overall roundness and sharply pinching the sensitive central bud. His remaining arm moved around her waist and pulled her against his devouring lips while her own arms remained wrapped around his head, his expression an alluring union of bliss and rapture.

Ilia�s breathing became strained and restless as her lover was practically torturing her, the electrical sensation rushing through her lithe body threatening to drown all rational thought. Her slender fingers twisted in his dark blonde locks as both his hands lowered to grasp her firm rear end, concealed by the tight shorts she wore under her dress. The young woman found her balance unstable when the young man suddenly paused in his actions.

�What�s wrong, L�?� she never managed to finish her question as the young man suddenly rose up and with a resounding splash placed his lover�s back against the floor of the spring. Link found himself forced into following as Ilia refused to released his locks in the suddenly movement and found himself on his knees over her. Ilia smiled as the water lapped against her temples and closing her eyes slowly pulled her lover down to continue their intimate and frantic kissing.

Link�s hands blindly moved down her hips to the soft cotton shorts, removing them with her assistance before their passionate kiss was suddenly broken in stalemate. Following those primal instincts that were leading them he allowed the young woman to pull herself from the spring water as he unlaced and removed his slacks without second thought. Neither of them moved as they found themselves touched by the chilling nocturnal breeze that slipped through the thickened woodlands.

�Raaaahhh!� Ilia howled as she suddenly moved towards the young rancher and pounced on him for the second time that evening, his toned shoulders striking the muddy shallows with a resounding splash. She rasped incoherently as she allowed her breasts be become flat against his toned chest, their fingers intertwining as his burning member rubbed roughly across her slicked entrance. Ilia hesitated slightly before she brought her thighs together around the evidence of his passion, effectively bringing his spine into an arch.

�Ilia! Ugh! Ah! Damn it!� Link wreathed under her lesser weight as she grinded herself against his impressive manhood, which was pulsing demandingly against the folds of her own sacred entrance. Neither of them spoke as they found themselves locked within this eternal dance of primal pleasures, the mayor�s daughter contradicting any assumed innocence in her journey to satisfy her carnal desires.

Several moments passed before the young woman leaned back to straddle her longing lover, never releasing the mutual embrace their hands were locked in. Looking over her shoulder, she allowed the silver illumination of the moon to guide her movements she slowly lowered herself down towards the pulsing organ. She carefully penetrated her entrance on the familiar shaft, purposely going as slowly as she could possibly manage, the young maiden savoring every pleasurable sensation that rocked through her body. No unexpected barriers shattered within her and there was nothing outside of the expected stretching sensations and the awkward position that brought her any discomfort. Her movement was soon complete and she breathed huskily as she could feel her separated lower lips kissing the hilt of the bladeless sword.

Link�s breaths became severely haggard as he was sheathed into the sacred entrance, an experience that never ceased to become otherworldly and indescribable. The young woman was so completely and utterly tight around his hardened manhood, he found his ability to speak unexpectedly disrupted. His hands softly wrenched free of her own before coming to grasp her taunt upper thighs, her hands moving to his chest in response. The young woman soon found herself grinding her inner sanctum around the invading shaft, that delicious expression of blissful pleasure never leaving her features.

�Ilia!� Link choked as she suddenly leaned down towards his face and almost smashed to forehead into his nose, her arms remained flattened against his chest as he began thrusting up into her. Ilia moaned softly into her lover�s neck as he pulled her taunt rear-end down into each of his powerful thrusts, driving himself deeper into her deepest corridors. Their dark blonde locks grinded against one another as they kept themselves eye to eye with one another, never breaking the gaze of their partner. Both reveled in the chill of the night�s breeze that passed over them, the spring water that lapped against their bodies and the sopping sand that they copulated on.

Although the legendary guardian spirit that apparently resided within the forest stream might have possessed some disagreements with their usage of the area, the spirit probably wasn�t very keen on the everyday people coming to the streamlines for regular bathing. The surrounding wildlife probably wouldn�t have possessed the intelligence to realize how the possible watering hole was being utilized. The local villagers remained ignorant in the slumbering hours of the shadowed evening, and should anybody have come around they would not have managed themselves through the locked gates. The drowning sounds of the white-water, the chirping of the crickets, the hooting of the owls and the howling of the wolves surely spoke louder than any manner of noise they were raising.

Several minutes passed as the two lovers continued the slow rhythm, allowing themselves to be utterly devoured by the passionate moment they were sharing. Their earliest encounters had proven less memorable and less fulfilling for either of the hot-blooded youths, further encounters seemed to have developed their individual stamina and resistence against climax. Following some highly secretive research with another one of the local villagers they found themselves in possession of several techniques that usually preceded or followed their encounters.

�Link! Ah!� Ilia yelped sharply as the young man suddenly sheathing himself with unexpected vigor, driving himself deeply into her tight young body without warning. Her slender hands moved down into the sands as she pushed herself up to looked down at her lover, effectively forcing herself down on the thickened shaft even moreso.

�Ilia…� Link whispered her name softly as he pulled her back down onto his throbbing shaft, plunging himself to the hilt and exciting another squeal of guilty delight from the slender young maiden. Ilia unconsciously gripped handfuls of the soaked sand as her lower body was allowed to rise and then sharply impaled in a much more primal rhythm.

�Ughhh! Ughhh!� Ilia groaned loudly as the fleshy blade repeatedly separated through any resistance her tightened entrance could possibly offer, her lover�s pelvis slamming hard against her entrance with almost every thrust. Link�s toned chest was streaked by the muddy sand as Ilia pushed herself into sitting position once more, determined to remain the dominant party as she had originally intended. Within moments she had managed to adjust herself to the rhythm and found herself riding her midnight rendezvous with immense enthusiasm.

Link found his breath almost stolen from him as he was confronted with the blood-churning sight of the young maiden riding his solid manhood. Ilia�s features had become flushed and crimson, the spring water dripping from the soaked locks of her tossed blonde hair. Mesmerized by the sight of her bouncing mounds he stretched out one hand to recklessly seize one, his other hand digging into the slack of her bottom. He was shocked when one of his lover�s hands moved to grasp her own blossoming breasts, the other remaining placed against his chest. She was once more demonstrating how she was capable of utilizing his obsessions against him, his grasp over himself loosening unexpectedly.

�Ilia! Ughhh!� Link groaned as her slicked vessel grasped around his throbbing manhood. Although her mouth remained agape there was no missing the obvious smile of delight that would have existed upon her features had she been calm. Their breathing had become haggard and erratic as they both approached the highest moment of their planned encounter, which seemed to have been superior to all those before it. Which would surely pale in comparison of their next encounter, when the young rancher and mayor�s daughter found themselves meeting once again under the cover of the darkness.

�Ilia…Is it…?� Link choked in a failed attempt to build words �Ugh! Gah!�

�What was that?� Ilia coed in mock-innocence as she dropped an increased amount of her weight onto the impaling erection, feeling somewhat empowered in the position that she regularly allowed her lover to possess.

�Ilia…!� Link half-growled, half-moaned. He found himself practically willing the bloodflow back towards his brain enough to ask his inappropriately timed question �Is it safe?�

�You…Ragh!!� Ilia howled �You�re fine! There is no chance!�

�Argh! Eiyaa!� Link quickly abandoned any attempts to respond as he began thrusting up hard into the young woman�s corridor, exciting further screams that seemed to be silencing the surrounding wildlife.

The sound of slapping flesh and splashing water echoed loudly throughout the area surrounding the forest spring, the animalistic growls and groaned fading into the sounds of the moving water. Those that could have stood in earshot that found themselves unable to witness the two young lovers would probably believe two wolves were plotting a litter beyond the gates of the forest spring.

Although the hopeful parents of the village probably possessed lofty hopes for them, Link and Ilia were two close friends that simply enjoyed the passionate warmth and mutual pleasure created from their encounters. They found themselves living their everyday lives indifferent to how their relationship had been the year before and the year before that. As people they were not drawn to one another romantically and nothing had clicked within the recesses of their hearts that called for exclusive companionship. Perhaps there would someday be a moment when their unnaturally passionate friendship would develop further into something of a deeper and possibly even romantic nature.

In this moment however, they were little or no different than the animals over which they reigned superior.

Ilia continued pleasuring her own breasts alongside him, her fingers annually exciting self-inflicted squeals of pleasure which mixed along with those elicited from her lover�s efforts. The burning between her thighs screamed out the approach of her own climax, her entrancing painfully tightening around the pulsating shaft that drove into her deepest reaches.

�Give it to me!� Ilia screamed down at her lover, almost snarling as she managed to force words through her unending moans of carnal pleasure. Link responded by driving himself much harder than before and elevating her slender form much higher than normal where he remained for one lingering moment.

�Eeeyah!� Link grunted through his haggard breath as his powerful hands grasped his lover�s bottom and Ilia�s nails threatened to rake trenches in his toned chest �Ilia! Gahhh!�

Instinctively his hand moves from her shapely breasts to snatch the one that threatens to down into his upper body, her fingers quickly intertwining with his own. His continued his sharp thrusting as she ground her hips into his pelvis, the scent of their slicking sweat and individual fluids coating over the mist of the spring. The silver illumination of the moon provided the two lovers the most incredible of one another as they found themselves entering the final moments of their passion.

�Ilia! Ilia!!� Link groaned as he pulled her lower body down sharply with his one unrestricted arm, driving himself deeper in one powerful thrust which seemed to pluck her up from the shallows of the forest spring. Her small nails dug into the back of his other hand as she was found herself being driven beyond her breaking point and that familiar heat burst aflame within her inner sanctum. Link almost screamed as her vessel tightened around him without warning. His heart could be heard beating in his ears and he felt that familiar tightening in his loins before he arched his back and thrust one final time into his lover�s grasping canal.

�LINK!!� Ilia moaned loudly as he orgasm struck her. Link�s fingertips grasped deeply into her taunt bottom as he groaned in his own pivotal moment, the sound of an unseen wolf howling joining within their screams from somewhere in the darkened reaches of the forest. Their individual screams of pleasure ceased long before the nearby alpha wolf came to the conclusion of his almost haunting mating call. Silence seemed to grasp them.

Ilia remained lingering for several seconds in her seated position before falling forward on top of her lover completely exhausted. Link�s strong arms slowly moved around her back as they found themselves entertaining the prospect of taking their slumber in the shallows of the forest spring. Ilia�s features were absolutely flushed and radiating, savoring the feeling of warmth that emanated from his offered seed which now filled her inner sanctum.

�You�re still drinking that herbal tea, aren�t you?� Link questioned as he softly brushed her blonde bangs away from her glistening eyes.

�One serving every evening.� she whispered in response, the conversation revolving around some easily acquired herbs that could be collected from the southern forests. These herbs created an essentially mild manner of tea that would raise one from their slumber and assist one through even the most infernal of winter sickness. However, when mixed with some of the lesser consumed berries that also grew nearby, the mixture became an extremely efficient contraceptive that eliminated the possibility of pregnancy. The young rancher couldn�t have fathomed where his childhood friend had managed herself across such an unsuspected recipe and certainly didn�t complain.

�Do we have time for another round?� Ilia asked between exhausted breaths, concerned as she felt her lover soften within her while her own body cooled in the motionless moments.

�Sorry Ilia.� Link whispered as he kissed her lips �We would both be dragging ourselves come morning and there is really no telling when we would return should we start again.�

�I suppose so.� Ilia chuckled, remembering the mutual panic when they came to their senses mere minutes preceding the earliest light.

The mayor�s daughter calmly pulled herself to her feet and immediately reclaimed her form-fitting shorts, never having been partial to the more scantily undergarments. She watched in silence fascination as her occasional lover retrieved his unlaced pants and concealed his bladeless broadsword under the simple garment. She realized that there was considerable time remaining and neither of them were truly devoid of their stamina, slowly walking up towards her childhood friend a mischievous smirk crossed her features.

Link shouted loudly as he was suddenly pushed hard towards the spring, going under for a moment in the deeper waters of the forest spring. He came to the surface and glared towards Ilia �You really wanna play that game, Ilia?!�

�Catch me if you can.� Ilia chuckled before she ran back into the spring and moved away from her midnight lover upon diving into the deeper water. Link instinctively moved towards her only to have her sink down and moved under him and reemerge from behind, laughing at his vain efforts. Link soon found himself fighting to overcome the considerable advantage she possessed in the deeper water, apparently inherited from her deceased mother.

This entire process was perhaps one of the more interesting games from their childhoods, although somehow less interesting that the new ones they found themselves discovering over the passing years. This game would continue under the silver illumination until he finally managed to capture her and prove himself once more. They would then redress themselves and make their way back towards the village before the flaming eye emerged from the eastern wetlands.

Neither of them would be noticed returning to their own dwellings where they would alone remain aware of their actions under the full moon, with the exception of the burning crimson gaze that was watching them through the shadows and questioning the worthiness of the amateur swordsman.

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