A/N heeeeeeeeey surprise bitch. Thought you saw the last of me, eh?

I needed some fresh smut... and this type of shit is my guilty pleasure. I'm not the biggest fan of writing pre-Calamity Zelink, only because it seems overdone at this point but this bunny has wedged its head in mine for about a year, so I decided to give it a go.

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

The heir to a throne of nothing.

She huffed and rolled over again, her eyes pinned to the canvas roof of her tent. The light from the fire outside was flickering against the sides, casting a large shadow of her protector against the door, and all Zelda wanted to do was scream. She was frustrated - putting it lightly - and his presence was not helping in the slightest.

It is woven into your destiny that you prove them wrong.

How? How can she prove naysayers wrong when all they focus on is the negative? How can she tap into the sacred power without any real instruction? Not when the Goddess is deaf to her devotion and says not a word to her when she spends hours in supplication at the foot of her statues, not when her own true desires are denied in the face of the looming threat that demands her absent sealing gifts. How is she going to get rid of this frustration when her appointed knight is right outside the door and likely able to hear everything?

When will you stop treating this like a childish game?

She huffed again and decided to hell with it and to hell with her father and she just needed to sleep.

Her hands touched the familiar planes of her body, squeezing her fleshy breasts and pinching the hardening peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of her brassiere. She was skilled enough in keeping her lustrous sounds in check when she was servicing herself. She never knew when someone was walking by her door in the Castle or if her appointed knight was at a close guard - like he was tonight. Despite his great hearing, she knew how to keep herself almost completely silent.

This little routine was nothing of the sort - a routine - but rather a necessary thing when the stresses and anxieties brought upon her by her damned duty as the Golden Princess kept her up at night. A little bit of touching in a place that Urbosa had mentioned when she gave Zelda the "birds and bees" talk around the time she started her monthlies, and she would feel a rush of bliss that helped ease her to sleep, her stresses long left behind while she was in the dream world. Unfortunately, it had basically become a nightly routine in the past few months, especially after her affections for Link started making her feel things that she hadn't noticed before and make the urge to touch and pleasure herself more and more apparent.

Sometimes, she would imagine his hand in lieu of her own and it always helped her finish quicker and get her to sleep soundly.

So now, as her fingers delved between her folds and started caressing the already-slick skin, she melted into her bedroll and closed her eyes. When her fingers brush against the little pearl above her entrance, she couldn't stop the way her body jerked and the gasp that slipped between her lips.

So much for staying quiet.

There was a rustling outside the tent, causing her to still her ministrations, and quickly pull her hand out of her pants.

"Princess? Is everything alright?"

His gravelly voice caused her to clench, and the way he spoke made this situation even worse. She swallowed and warmth spread through her body. "Y-yes! Just... can't sleep."

There was a beat of silence - she could see his flickering shadow on the entrance of the tent, illuminated by the fire behind him, and his hand clearly reaching for the door to check on her and her heart was pounding in her ears at the fear of being caught - and then he sat back down and lowered his hand. "Are you sure?"

Zelda sighed and sat up, wiping her hands on her blankets in the process, then pulled her robe over her shoulders. Although her heart was still pounding, there was no use trying to continue where she left off when Link was so clearly concerned. She stepped out of the tent - happy to take in the fresh air outside of the stifling interior - and moved to sit next to her protector. He paused in his movements, seemingly whittling a statuette out of a palm-sized stick, and his eyebrow arched in a silent question.

She avoided his gaze and stared at the fire. "How do you do it?"

He looked down at the wood in his hand and then back to her. "Do what?"

"Go so long without sleep," she remarked flatly. She still avoided his gaze as she continued, "How do you go so long without sleeping and it not mess you up in the head?"

Link's shoulders relaxed a little and he seemingly set down his little trinket in his lap. "I could ask you the same thing, Princess. You haven't been sleeping well, lately."

She couldn't help but flush and tuck her hands under her armpits as she looked away from him. Though there was no harm in opening up to him, seeing it had helped ease her doubts and anxieties in the past, as well as his, she just needed to... fib a bit so he didn't catch on entirely to the real frustration at the moment. "I'm... frustrated. This sealing power is so elusive that I am stuck awake at nights wondering what I'm doing wrong. I can't relax knowing that I'm failing everyone."

That wasn't a lie, not at all. The easing of her frustration was usually done alone and helped her fall asleep well enough. But that was not something she could divulge to her knight. Not at all.

Link set down his carving next to his pack and turned his body to her entirely. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sincere worry on his face and the genuine look of wanting to help.

"Is there anything I can do to... ease this burden?"

Her heart did a strange lurch in her chest, causing her to flush even more at the image her mind generated at his suggestion. No, she could never - not without consequence. She was the Goddess Blood Princess of Hyrule, and she could not sully her image by being a harlot that slept with her knight protector. No matter how badly she wanted to, how badly she wanted him, she could not do it for her sake as well as Link's.

More so his than her own, honestly.

But the way he had spoken, rough and low, made that yearning in her loins flare to life. Her cheeks burned and her stomach clenched. She needed to get back into the tent and get rid of this persistent frustration and get some sleep so she would stop thinking about her knight so lewdly.

Awkwardly, she cleared her throat as she smoothed her hair down - a motion that caught Link's gaze and for a quick second she knew she was caught based on the way his eyes look so dark in the firelight and for Hylia's sake he's looking at me! - and she nervously chuckled, "I appreciate your concern, truly. Without you here, I'm sure I would have fallen to despair already... But this is something I must conquer on my own."

Without any of your... help.

She did not wait for him to reply, instead she stood and thanked him curtly for his help, and she retreated back into the tent. Zelda ignored the way it seemed his eyes were burning holes into her back as she practically ran away, nor the way she could hear him exhale when the door was fastened shut behind her. Her hands were shaking when they removed her robe, and by the time she crawled back into her sleeping bag they were trembling when they caressed her heaving breasts, heavy with want.

How on earth did one look send her into such a frenzy? Did he realize what sort of mess he made her? His voice - oh, Hylia, his voice - could make any girl weak in the knees if they were blessed enough to hear it. Why did she have to be the one blessed in only this way, though? It wasn't enough that his appearance was otherworldly - blessed by Hylia by any rights - but for him to be in her presence constantly was doing a number on her already frayed nerves.

The wetness between her legs had grown in the few short minutes she was outside with him, her center hot and aching for a touch, but she immediately imagined it was his fingers swirling around her pearl in expert fashion.

He was so good at everything else, the art of pleasuring a woman would probably be a walk in the park for him.

A small whimper made its way out of her lips and it was already too late. Her heart stopped when she saw his shadow shoot up and approach the tent. She was way too deep and her mind was a muddled mess, so she fumbled in getting her hand out from between her legs and safely under her pillow where the smell of her sex wouldn't fill the air of the tent while he was inside. The door of the tent was opened when her hand finally got out of her pants, but the wide look in his blue, blue eyes told her that he saw everything.

They both stilled, the silence of the night filling the stifling air between them. Her face was red - it had to be - and her chest was heaving. She could only pray that her nipples were not straining through the fabric of her brassiere, which was unlikely considering how she could feel the fabric as it dragged against her skin with every heavy breath.

"Princess... -"

Embarrassment floods her in a shameful wave, so in her mortification she grabbed her pillow and pulled it over her head. "I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"

The silence stretches on again, and she is suddenly irate at his lack of response. All of her humiliation is morphed into rage and she takes her pillow and chucks it at him. He catches it with wide eyes, and its at that moment she realizes that the very hand that was between her legs had been the one that grabbed the pillow, wiping her essence on the fabric in the process.

"Get out!" she shrieked before pulling her blanket over her head.

After a moment, Link cleared his throat and murmured, "If... this will help you relax I will leave you to it."

Her mortification returned and she shot up into a seated position, her blanket covering her immodesty, and she stammered out with a beet red face, "Not if you know I'm doing it, it won't!"

Her heart is lodged in her throat, her arousal not forgotten but ebbing in the background as she takes in the sight of Link still lingering in the doorway, her sex-covered pillow clutched to his chest, and his eyes blown wide with some unreadable emotion that just made the ache in her center throb again.

"I don't... I - I just..."

She met his eyes and she knew it seemed like she was pleading with him, either for him to run far away or - Hylia-forbid - to help, because she is just aching to finish but also can't get the thought of him touching her out of her head. She didn't know what she wanted - other than him, of course - but her mind was at war at how frankly inappropriate this all was, and for someone like Link who took his duty so damned seriously made her wonder if asking him to help would be an abuse of her power, especially knowing how much she wanted him.

Link was still frozen in his spot, watching her, and then after what felt like a hundred years he finally stepped into the tent. As if answering her silent pleas, Link walked around her and he sat down behind her on her sleeping mat. Her anxiety was getting the best of her, making her as jittery as a doe, so Zelda tried to scramble away and question what exactly he thought he was doing, but she was stopped when he held her steady by her shoulders. His hands are trembling ever-so-slightly, and his touch is not harsh, instead it was very gentle when he eased her back against his chest. His chin propped itself on her shoulders and she could feel the tip of his ear brushing against hers.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

Her desperation for finishing caused her to press her cheek against his and she shudders out a breath when his hands tentatively go down her arms and move to rub her legs. His touch is warm, causing her to shiver and arch herself into him. She shakes her head when he stills - silently begging him to continue - and her hands latch onto his knees.

One of his hands ghosted up her side, under her thin shirt and brassiere to cup her breast in his palm. Her gasp was sharp - that was a new sensation - and his responding grunt had her center ache with want for him. Her whole body was on edge - every nerve was on fire and every place his fingers had touched blazed even hotter. Link's unoccupied hand slipped between her waistband and her skin, dragging out more of the fire, and as soon as his fingers made contact with her wetness, her whole body pulled tight like a harp string.

Her keen was harmonized with his soft gasp, which had been a sound she had yearned to hear in her darkest desires. His calloused fingertips dragged through her lips, pulling the folds apart and opening her to his touch. She pressed her chest into his other hand and her rear to his hips, and in the process felt the other way the Goddess had blessed this man.

A choked sound came out of him and his lips pressed against her neck. A sensation crawled up into her scalp and down her back when he did, causing her to arch again into his touch. His fingers swirled around her pearl, putting just the right amount of pressure that she couldn't achieve on her own in the wilderness like this. Every pass sent shocks down her legs and up her spine, meeting the shocks that he left in the wake of his lips against her neck and shoulder.

Her hands grappled with his arms, clutching onto him as the pressure of her oncoming orgasm became too much and made her head spin. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers like he was pinching her pearl and suddenly stars were bursting behind her eyes as the crest of her climax hit her like a Lynel's crusher.

Link eased his touches as she came down from her high. His hand slipped out of her pants and rested on her thigh, while the other let go of her breast and laid respectfully on her waist over her shirt. For a while, she let her heart and breaths slow, all while fully aware of the way his still beat rapidly against her back and rear.

All she wanted to do was touch it now, to explore and return the favor.

He must have actually read her thoughts because he subtly wiped his hand on her blanket and scooted away from her - either to save whatever of her propriety was left or to stop himself from doing anything stupid. Either way, she turned over and knelt in front of him, the perfect picture of supplication and want.

She hoped it was enough to not make him run away, especially when her own warring thoughts were making it hard for her to make the right decision lately.

Apparently it wasn't, because Link broke their eye contact and made to stand. She started to panic, immediately knowing she had messed up and that she was going to push him away forever and she just may have ruined everything and -

She snatched her hand out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from standing fully. Looking up at him through her lashes, Zelda whispered, "Please."

There's desperation she didn't realize she had in her voice, pleading for a distraction from her failure with carnal desires as he had helped her to do just moments before. That unreadable look in his eyes returned, and Link slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He's still silent and still as the dead, but her dread is silenced when his fingers caress her cheek.

As her heart does something that would otherwise kill a person, there's clear conflict in his eyes, but otherwise he is expressionless. His thumb lingers at the corner of her mouth and his brow furrowed, like it does when he's surveying a camp of monsters or listening to her father scold her.

"It would be unwise, Princess."

Suddenly, anger heat her face and she jerks herself away from his touch. Instantly she was bereft of his warmth and the security of his touch. "But you just -!"

"It was a lapse in judgement to follow an order from my charge despite being unethical," he counters swiftly, evenly, and she reels back at the sharpness in his voice - as if he is trying to convince himself rather than her. Her stomach curdles and he stands up, facing away from her as he continues quietly, "I have denied your orders in the past and it resulted in me have to rescue you from would-be assassins. I ... acted selfishly, and betrayed my post, therefore I need to once again disobey my charge."

Without another word, he strides past her and exits the tent, leaving Zelda alone.

She's trembling at this point in time - from the orgasm or her anger, she didn't know. Regardless, a princess does not chase after a man, especially if said man denied her sexual affections. Her heart was in her throat and not for the first time since she met Link did she feel the need to scream into her pillow and pummel him ineffectively with her fists.

Oh, she was in for a world of trouble in the morning.

tbc

A/N not sure if I want to continue this... let me know in a review if you'd like a part two!

A/N #2 OK OK OK you guys want Part 2! I'll have it finished soon!