Hello, everyone, and welcome to another Zelda lemon, this one coming via request. Admittedly, Link/Saria is one pairing I never really gave much thought to, but I decided to take a crack at it, especially with spring just around the corner. Now, obviously, this will feature Adult Link and an aged-up Saria since anything otherwise would be too off-putting for me.

I do not own anything.

"So, you're going back, there, aren't you?"

The Hylian looked to the fairy that fluttered beside his head with an apologetic smile. "That easy to read, huh?"

Navi chuckled. For a being that possessed no visible eyes, mouth, or ears, she could be quite expressive. Then again, he'd learned that emotions ran across a wide spectrum; just one of the many lessons he'd learned since leaping seven years into the future. A future he never could have imagined. A future that was a nightmare in every sense of the word. Or rather, it was. After many months of struggling, of life-or-death battles and adventures, some of which took him to places he never knew existed, he felt that the long road was finally coming to an end. Navi knew that end was exactly what was on his mind.

She floated across his face toward the window, where the moonlight caused her ethereal spirit ball form to glow even brighter. "It's not like I can stop you, even with the most severe tongue lashing I can think of. Then again…a part of me…doesn't want you stop you. I know how important this will be to you." Her wings turned to him, what passed for a face was looking outside the window to the crescent moon that hovered outside, far beyond either of their reach. "Once you slay Ganondorf…you'll…there's a chance that might be the last time that you see her. Once you slay him…"

"If I can slay him." Admitted the blond Hylian with a downcast look.

"You will!" Shouted back the fairy. Even if he was a little drowsy, she had no issue with potentially waking him up. Her words were ones that he needed to hear, for his own sake just as much as the rest of Hyrule's. "You'll kick Ganondorf's butt and save the land, end this nightmare. But…before then…you should, you know, get all your ducks in order." That part was common sense, for a good number of reasons. One of them, the one that went unsaid, was that it was best to ensure he didn't have any regrets. While she was optimistic, she wasn't discounting exactly what could end up happening when he faced the King of Evil.

Link knew that he could be made to pay the ultimate price. It was a price he was willing to pay as the fate of a nation was at stake. What bothered him though was the thought of leaving this world with some…unfinished business. More accurately, not having some last words with someone. Link sat up, remembering his track through the Temple of the Forest. That was the last time that he had seen her.

"You know, there's a chance that I'll go there and nothing will really come of it." He sighed.

"So? Doesn't mean there's no reason to stop by for a visit. You know, if you can avoid getting lost." Chided the guiding fairy with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. It was enough to make Link chuckle in amusement, which was what Navi was aiming for. "Even if you can't see her, going there and speaking your heart and mind, surely your thoughts will reach her. After all, she's a sage now."

That was also the exact problem. The person that he wanted to see was a sage, meaning she had removed herself from the "flow" of the world as she'd and several others had put it. Ironically, Link himself felt like he'd been removed from the flow of the world, but he'd been told eventually he would return to it. If so, it'd be a bittersweet return as while he would go back into the ordinary flow of time, the first person who was there for him…wouldn't be there. She'd be so incredibly far out of his reach.

Turning to his right, he moved over the bed and pushed open the window allowing a nightly breeze to flow into his room. "I think I'll do it."

"Yeah, like there was ever any doubt you were going to head into the Sacred Meadow." Replied the fairy. "I mean, sure, you might end up fighting some monsters, but after everything that you've gone up against, I don't think they'll be too much of a problem."

"Yep, I mean if I can't take down a couple of pathetically weak monsters the likes of which I've mown through countless times over, how can I expect to go toe-to-toe with Ganondorf himself." Smirked the Hylian.

There was a brief giggle, then a bop on the head that scattered fairy glitter in front of his face. "Alright, alright, get some sleep. And remember to shower in the morning, you'll do no good going into the forest and sending your thoughts to her looking like a wild man, even for a Kokiri."

Her words put an image of a literal wild man version of himself into the Hylian's mind. Something told him that he could wonder into the Forest Temple in such a wild state and even then, Saria would recognize him. And likely repeat whatever lecture Navi would give him.

"Tomorrow's yours to do as you wish, just...come back to the village, alright? Eventually?"

"Sure thing, Navi." Answered the Hylian with a smile. He could have sworn in the place of a ball of light and wings, he saw a humanoid figure, one that was smiling back at him.

The fairy vanished in a sparkle of light while Link fell back into his pillow. If he had to appear in such a state to get Saria to appear before him, then he would do so. Oh, if only. He was extremely aware of what his position was, that his duties as the goddesses' chosen warrior took priority above his personal desires. Still, those personal desires couldn't so easily be cast away. They'd always been in the back of his mind, always there. Now, as he drew nearer and nearer to the final showdown with the Gerudo warlord, he felt those desires creeping back up on him. No doubt pushing them was the possibility of him dying in battle against said warlord. A hand fell over his chest.

"Saria." Though the blond swordsman shutting his eyes, his dreamed filled with the Kokiri that had always been there for him since the beginning. He wanted to see her face before he went off into what could be his final battle, just once. Maybe his wish would be granted, maybe it wouldn't. All he could do was close his eyes and sleep and wait. Tomorrow, he'd have his answer.

If he wanted to, he could have simply teleported to the Sacred Forest Meadow with a few notes from his ocarina. But there wasn't any fun in that, so Link took Epona on a long leisure ride. It also gave him a chance to see the fruits of his labors, which was a land that was slowly moving towards peace. More people were out riding, villages slowly propping up as the fear of monster attacks gradually faded. Still, quite a few stayed away from Castle Town, and for good reason. People wouldn't dream of moving back in until the power-mad sociopath who sat in the dark tower overlooking the land had been cast down via sword and shield, his sword and shield.

That, however, was a few days away. At the moment, Link had his own agenda. He hurried east of Kakariko Village toward his homeland, the Kokiri Forest. Between his quest, he'd made a few short visits to the forest. This would be the most meaningful one of them all.

Stopping just outside the forest, he told Epona that he would be back in due time. He couldn't give her an exact estimate because he honestly didn't know how long he would be. It wasn't like traversing the forest would be a great affair for him, even with the remaining monsters.

Rather seven years in the past or the future, the Kokiri Forest and its inner layers were always eerily beautiful. Link felt that a hundred years could pass and the forest would retain its ethereal glow, a glow that he basked in as he walked over the grass.

"Hey, Saria, do you know your way through the meadow?"

"A little, the legend goes that only the chosen few can do that."

There was a feminine chuckle from the older girl. "Oh, you think that I'm one of the chosen few?"

"Actually…I just think that you're smart enough to find your way through."

All the times she smiled, all the times she laughed, Link remembered them well. He remembered them as he walked through the grove, not a care in the world as he did so. Strangely, he felt as if there was no need to fear the still roaming monsters that populated the meadow. The feeling persisted as he neared the Forest Temple, where he'd found himself navigating yet another labyrinth and at the end of it, confronting a murderous phantom. Now, that was where his memories changed, anger finding its way into him.

Just as suddenly as it came, it went thanks to a near physical presence. Link looked up, then down. Staring at his hand in awe, he could have sworn just a second ago, he felt the presence another.

"Link…Link…Link…" It beckoned him.

Sucking in a breath, he took off toward the direction of the voice. He didn't know what awaited him, but he the sound of the voice. He knew it would never lead him into danger he couldn't overcome. Ultimately, he had faith in that voice. He had faith in Saria.

The first time she saw his adult form, she was rather dazzled by it. She'd seen adults before, and a part of her had always wondered what Link would look like when the passage of time changed him from a boy into a man. She hadn't been disappointed, but she'd been left…yearning, not on his end but on hers. As she'd hoped, Link had grown into a strong and admittedly handsome young man…while she remained the same.

"S-Saria." He breathed out, shock written over his face. "I-Is that…that you?"

Giggling, she took a step forward, her bare feet feeling good against the grass. "Well, yes. Like you, I underwent a bit of a…transformation. A temporary one." Laughed the Kokiri. Hearing her heart beating faster than before, she began to walk toward the Hylian. "Link, I know this may seem a bit strange, but I-"

Before she could finish getting the words out, the swordsman had his arms wrapped around her. Saria shut her eyes and basked in the warmth that came with his arms, his strong and mighty arms that held her tight and had no intention of letting her go.

"You're here. You're here." Whispered the blond, tears pooling from his eyes. He didn't question the most obvious change to her, the fact that like him, she now possessed the body of a grownup. A woman garbed in a natural green tunic, the Kokiri emblem sown into the side. What had been done to her was roughly the same as him, tampering with the flow of time. "Saria, you're here." Her arms, now long enough to encircle him, reached around him and clenched at his back.

"I know that your final battle with Ganondorf is fast approaching and I…I…" Just as his tears slipped from his eyes, the Sage of the Forest allowed hers to do the same. Even if she was now a sage, even if she had sacred duties, she still had feelings. Those feelings burst forth as she held fast onto Link, her legs slowly losing strength. "Just for today," Saria whispered as they both sunk to the forest floor in front of the Forest Temple. "Let's be together, that is…if you'll spend the time with me."

There was a hearty laugh in spite of the tears that poured down the Hylian's face. "Saria, it sounds an awful lot like you're asking me for a date."

Looking up to him, her emerald green eyes met his azure blue. A smirk grew along the aged up Kokiri's face, "Yes, I am."

The Forest Temple wasn't exactly the worst of the temples he'd had to navigate, but he certainly didn't like it. Not even having it be danger-free eased him. What did was having Saria at his side. She explained to him what it once used to be, a museum, a place for paintings and artwork to be viewed. Link had to wonder exactly whose idea was it to design the place in such a way.

"Originally, it was more…natural. Well, as natural as a two centuries-old abandoned temple can be." Admitted the Kokiri with a smile while Link just groaned. "Ganondorf corrupted it, just as he corrupted all the other temples by placing monsters inside of them. Without Phantom Ganondorf though…just stop and listen, Link. Once you get past the…heh, creepiness, the music of the temple is quite beautiful."

He looked to her. "For the record…I…kind of know that, but it sort of fell second to the fearing for my life, ghosts, and just general sense that someone was watching me." There was a pause as he grasped Saria's hand with both of his. "Was that you, watching over me?"

Her smile was sympathetic. "In some ways, in others…well," Saria winked causing him to laugh. "You're right, the Forest Temple can be a bit creepy, but that's part of its charm, ya' know? Not every forest is all sunshine and cutesy insects, ya you know."

Laughing, he leaned forward and bumped his head against hers, Saria laughed as well at the gesture. Still, he closed his eyes and listened. In his mind, he knew the danger had passed, and now, with Saria at his side, he was at ease in his heart. Furthering the feeling was the sounds of the Forest Temple, the musical quality of it. As she'd spoken, there was indeed something magical about it, something that Link was finally able to truly take solace in. A squeeze sent a wave of pleasurable bliss running up his spine. Quietly, he allowed Saria to take him the rest of the way. Technically speaking, this was now her temple. He'd just had to…clear it out so to speak.

But that didn't mean that she couldn't feel fear in her own "home". After what felt like an endless walk, they arrived back in that chamber of portraits where Link had clashed with Ganondorf's phantom. Almost immediately, the first thing he noticed was the dreadful portrait of a darken castle were gone.

"After you…defeated it, all the portraits burned away. Or at least those which I believe Ganondorf preferred." Saria explained. She was visibly uncomfortable. Link felt an immediate impulse to take her away from the chamber, but again, she held onto his hand thus giving him reason not to move. He knew what she was doing, something he had to do several times on his journey. "It was a great improvement, now I can put up something better in its place." There was a snap of her fingers, and then her spell took effect.

The portrait possessed a golden frame that glittered with sparkles, it all offered a nice contrast to the bright blue sky and added to the bright yellow rays of sunlight that washed over the depiction of Castle Town. It was the complete opposite of the image from which the masked phantom had come riding through. Link smiled and reached out to it.

Saria's hand fell upon his. "It's the future. The future of Hyrule." She whispered when he looked to her.

Fingers interlocked as both arms stayed outstretched toward the picture frame. Not an image of dread but just as Saria had said, a vision of tomorrow.

Epona paid little mind as to who the green-haired woman that her rider returned with was. One sniff of her and she knew she could be trusted. That, and the way Link practically glowed as he introduced her to his mount.

They rode across Hyrule Fields without any real aim besides enjoying themselves. It was already late in the afternoon and slowly but surely, the sun was beginning to set. Saria thought it made for a perfect backdrop to their "date". As they, she pondered telling Link of how she came to gain her new adult form, but he would just look back and smile at her. The glow of his radiant smile caused Saria to hold her words back and focus on the moment.

Yes, that's what practically the entire ride felt like. Hours that slipped away as the sun gradually sank lower and lower until the sky was bathed in the colors of fire. They sat upon the grass right outside of the forest and watched the glow fade, like a dying bonfire. Eventually, Saria guided him back into the forest, almost literally as once more, he followed her directions. Above their heads, dusk became night, and the stars came out, shining through the artificial ceiling of tree branches.

Link knew when his old friend let go of his hand to run off by herself. He watched her go, drinking in the details of her adult body as if seeing it for the first time. He also noted how the aura of joy was now tinged with sadness. The reason why wasn't hard to figure out.

Quietly, he continued to walk onward, his feet crunching the leaves and grass beneath his boots. His pointed ears twitched upon hearing a familiar tune, a lullaby that always put his heart at ease. This time though, Link knew it wasn't his heart that was stirring.

"Saria," he called out. "Just this one night…"

There was a some clearing ahead. To the side sat the aged up Kokiri, a pile of leaves right beside her. She looked up at him with pained eyes. "All of the Sages…agreed, even Ruto, can you believe that?"

"No, but I'm happy to hear it." He responded taking off his boots. Link leaned his head back and enjoyed the feel of the earth beneath his feet. It'd been weeks since he'd done this, walk around bare foot and feel the soil and grass beneath his heels. "They all were in agreement. They pooled all their magic together to-"

"To carry out my selfish request." Laughed the Sage of the Forest huddling her knees up to herself. So caught up in her returning memories, she didn't realize Link had sat beside her until she felt his strong arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close. Once it dawned on her, Saria turned to him and buried her face in the crux of his neck. "Just one night…with you…not as a Kokiri, not a as a child, but as a…as a…"

"As a woman." Finished the Hylian swordsman in a tender voice. "As…my…"

"I want to…all those things that happen between a man and a woman." Continued on the green-haired sage reaching up with her hand to stroke his cheek. "All those things that happen between them, I want to do. Just for tonight, before either of us have to fully embrace out destines. Before those destines…separated us." The last part hadn't meant to come out as with a sob, but it did.

Link responded accordingly, connecting their lips for the first time while moving his thumb to brush away the first tears that fell from her eyelids.

When he pulled away, he looked her square in the eye and summoned all the courage he'd gained over the course of his journey. "Then just for tonight, let's do it. No duties and labels or destines…just the two of us." He saw her eyes flash in a way that told him his words had been received, and his offer accepted.

Neither of them knew what they were doing leaving them with nothing but sheer instinct to guide them. So far, that was proving to be enough; that, and the quietly built up lust that had been festering between them. It could be argued that it was stronger for Saria, who had been holding it in for the better part of seven years. With it fueling her, Saria held fast onto Link like any second he'd disappear into nothing, that he'd be pulled away by some mysterious invisible force. That fear nagged at her as she separated for air, for herself and Link. He looked at her with astonished blue eyes. A chill run ran up Saria's spine, it ultimately pushed her to begin the next kiss. This time, she hiked her legs up.

Link dutifully caught her and held her his arms. This was yet another far-cry from their younger years. Upon first-meeting, it was obvious that he'd outpaced her in height, his natural Hylian growth spurt being taller than hers. Saria had quietly taken solace in that as she felt his newfound appearance made him that much more attractive; she prayed that the feeling was mutual on his end.

Suddenly, he grew more aggressive, his tongue jabbed against hers. Saria was shocked, but highly aroused by the sudden forwardness. Truly, Link was the bearer of the Triforce of Courage. He showed bravery in all things that he did, apparently now even in the realms of lovemaking, which he was as new to as she was. They would learn as they went along, and the experience would stay with both of them for the rest of their lives. That meant they had to make it as memorable as possible. Link was certainly putting all his heart into doing that, greedily exploring her mouth, which she opened up to him. Saria moaned in delight as his tongue explored her oral hole and his hands continued to grip her. A tingle ran through her causing her to gently run her legs up his side.

Pulling away, Link leered at her with a predatory gaze. Saria's heart raced as she recognized it. Her eyes flashed with a similar light; ultimately, she was faster. Or maybe Link just let her indulge herself, Saria was pretty sure she could hear a wolfish-chuckle before their lips smashed together and all her rationality went out the window. She felt herself moving, more accurately, she felt Link moving. His grip on her hips remained, and his tongue continued to meet hers in several lustful embraces. Their joint moans echoed in their ears, filling up their brains. Saria reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. A passionate moan escaped her as she felt her back brush up against the bark of a tree. Heart-racing, Saria allowed Link to separate from her; it was a moment of respite that arguably she needed more than him. It was funny though, both of them had essentially leap-frogged into older and more adult bodies so they could embrace one another, yet it felt like she was the one truly coming undone faster. Perhaps it was a result of her natural Kokiri nature clashing with her now adult body and mindset and feelings.

Looking up into Link's eyes, Saria decided that wasn't really a bad thing, especially since they were both enjoying how things were going so far. Based on the…prodding down by her waist, in-between her legs, Link was certainly enjoying this. Saria felt a…tickling in-between her own legs, a growing moisture that she'd heard of and knew the source of. The source was staring her in the eye, her cobalt blue eyes staring into her emerald green.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now." Spoke the swordsman in a husky voice that caused the tinkling in-between her legs to grow even stronger. Any more and Saria wondered if she'd succumb to the growing primal desire within her and just strip herself. Regaining a slim hold of rationality, she unhooked her legs from Link's arms, allowing the soles of her bare feet to fall against the forest floor. An electric jolt seemed to run through her finally feeling her feet back on the ground, even if her legs were shaking nonstop. It was anticipation, it was excitement. Her hands slid from around his neck to framing his face.

"Why in the goddesses' name would I want you to stop?" The commanding nature of her voice surprised the both of them. Quietly, Saria mused about how "horny" time could make a woman. In the past, she'd been a girl, but now, she was a woman with a body she wanted to be ravaged by the man in front of her, and in turn she wanted to take her time ravaging his.

"Say it." Link growled in that same tone of voice that sent her heart racing with the speed of the wind.

"Ravage me, Link. This time we can be together…ravage me to your heart's content." Spoke the Sage of the Forest, her eyes glazed over revealing the horny vixen that had been slumbering inside of her. That vixen was awake and wanted to be satisfied.

Her wish was immediately granted as Link brought her into another kiss that lit up the both of them like candles. In spite of her previous words, Saria took some initiative in placing her hands against the Hylian's chest. When they broke for air, he saw the look in her eyes and immediately understood what she desired. A "bed" had been made for them, and it would have been a waste for them not to use it. Chuckling, he allowed himself to be pushed back into the collection of leaves by Saria. Every step of the way he could hear her erotic breathing, like a soft whisper in his pointed ears. He fell backwards, sending a myriad of bright green leaves sailing into the air before they began their eventual descent downward. With them came Saria's lips, hungry and wanting; Link gladly delivered, reaching up and running his hands through her verdant hair. Arguably, they were back to where they started, only with him lying on his back and her atop of him. It was a position that further fueled Saria, who rained down kisses on the traveling hero.

Until he turned the tables on her, literally. Saria gasped as she stared up into the frenzied blue eyes of her childhood friend. Encouraged by her own faint heartbeat, she moved her legs up, grinding them against his hips. Link's eyes flashed, then down came his lips like the jaws of a wolf. Welcoming them, Saria moaned into the kiss, and cheered in glee when she heard Link's corresponding moan. He broke from her, but only for a few seconds at best; in a moment he was back at her with the same fervor that she had come at him with. Saria felt like her entire body was going to come apart like a collection of leaves scattered by the wind. Ironically, the same force threatening to break her apart helped hold her together.

Link's arms were strong, and they were perfect wrapped around her waist, gently pushing her upward. Her hands moved from his neck down to his back, where she clawed at his tunic. She wanted it off, off and perhaps even torn to shreds and left on the forest floor, Somehow sensing her desire, Link sat up and stared down at her, his every breath a heavy pant that matched hers. Without a word, he crossed his arms and began to pull at the corners of his shirt. Ultimately giving the aged-up Kokiri what she wanted, he took a moment to bask in her reaction.

It was one of both amazement and horror.

He supposed he couldn't blame her; he wouldn't blame her if she did. Not only was this her first time seeing a man's matured chest, but it was one that had been scarred by battle after battle. For the Kokiri, a race of youths who remained children forever, things like battle scars were something of a foreign concept. Rarely did they get themselves into situations where they walked away with mortal injuries, or ones that left them scarred for life. They weren't a race that was used to battle and the assorted horrors that it could bring. Only handful knew, the terrors of the outside world, the world that existed beyond the forest. Sometimes, braving those terrifying things left one marked, scarred. That was most certainly the case with Link, who hovered above her with a chest patterned with fading and resonate scars. Arguably one of the most prominent was a stretch of wrinkled flesh that covered a good chunk of his lower right side and stretched almost across his stomach.

The two of them were rolled over, giving Saria a better view of the scars on his body, and allowing her to feel the prodding of his masculine "sword". She wasn't thinking about that though, what she was thinking of was the marks Link had gained on his journey. Her hand reached down and ran along the scar. "F-Fire…fire…"

"Dragon fire, to be exact, even the Goron Tunic wasn't exactly strong enough to stand up to it. Kind of proves the stories true to be honest." Chuckled the Hylian. His humor ceased as he saw the tears gathering in Saria's eyes, tears that were no doubt going to be shed for him. "It was my choice to do this, and if I had to go through it all again, I would."

"Because people's lives are at stake, they would be at stake." Saria deduced. Such were the traits of a hero. She recognized them as far as his childhood; Link had always been that way, and that was most certainly the case. Though his body might have changed, and even some aspects of his mind, at his core he was still the same kind-hearted man. Some would argue that he was too kind-hearted. Such a thing was also at times a heavy burden; shouldering such kindness and duty at times required sacrifice. Link had without a doubt sacrificed, Saria would even go as far as to argue he'd perhaps sacrificed too much. "Link, oh, Farore's wind, Link."

"It got me out of some tight scraps." Replied the Hylian, sitting up to face her. He caressed the side of her face, practically feeling the beating of her heart through her cheeks. Sucking in a breath, he leaned forward and kissed her. Saria quickly melted into the kiss, finding refuge in it. She always found refuge in Link, this time was no different. He was offering the refuge to her, a change-up of pace from how things used to be. She was the one always providing for him, but things had flipped around. "Saria,"

"I know, I know. It's who you are." Whispered the green-haired woman with an understanding smile. She meant every word; Link could feel it as their next kiss began. Having moved past her shock, Saria now indulged herself and ran her fingers across his body, taking in the feel of every scar. All of them were new to her, all of them pained her, all of them told her that the man whose arms she was in was without a doubt, the right one, the one who would stop Ganondorf and restore Hyrule to its proper glory. Before all of that though, he would be hers, and she would be his.

Link fell back and spread his arms out, inviting Saria to truly help herself to his body. She did. Her kisses rained down on his cheeks, then began to move further south in finding his neck and chest. He couldn't help but groan in delight with each one, soft as the forest winds yet sweet as a rose, such was it fitting for the Sage of the Forest. He was under her spell, a fact she wasn't blind to as Link caught the growing erotic smiles on her face. Fueling them with his groans and occasional movements, he opened himself up to even more of them. Saria drew out some of the kisses, practically sucking on Link's body like a leech. Then came the occasional bites. Those were what made him truly groan in pleasure, a sound that made Saria's pointed ears twitch and her heart race. Pulling her teeth back, she replaced them with her lips.

Her hands didn't remain ideal while her mouth moved. They too, felt like the wind itself caressing his body, tending to it. While she couldn't wipe away the scars he did have, her touch made him feel even more proud of them. He had survived through all manners of horrors to be where he was, to feel the touch of a woman, arguably one of the greatest women he'd ever know. That woman's lips eventually found each of his scars; Saria was making it a point of fact to find them. Link supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, this was Saria he was with.

If she could, if her powers as a sage allowed her to, she'd erase every blight on him, and keep him from enduring anymore.

Understandably, her attention lingered on the burn scar, a memento from one of his toughest battles. Saria could only call it…fitting that he, a boy raised in the forest, had clashed with a fire dragon, and managed to survive. No, he did more than survive, he managed to come out victorious, earning the moniker, dragon slayer. Not to mention he'd saved the Gorons, a feat that was worthy of being called heroism. Saria supposed that she could reward him as he deserved. It was the least she could do.

And in a way, he could reward her for all those years of faith. His fingers drifted through her light green She stopped and rested her head on his abdomen, her smooth skin against his rugged exterior; she enjoyed it, the feel of his hand while she lay atop of him. Once she had her fill, Saria continued down to his waist; once there, she began to undo his belt and pants. To say that her pulse was racing would have been an understatement. A myriad of thoughts and feelings and desires ran through her as her fingers worked. Her own panting was audible to her sharpen ears, as was the frantic beating of her heart and Link's. Any second, one of them might burst. Likely, she finished before that could happen.

Her reward was the cock of the Hylian she'd known for years, whom she'd always supported. Needless to say, the Kokiri was left quite…speechless, and for good reason.

"T-This…this is…this is…what a cock looks like." She breathed, reaching for it like it was a star that had just fallen from the heavens. If she mishandled it, its radiance would sear her like the unworthy being she felt like.

Speaking of felt, Link was somewhere between riding on cloud nine and feeling a swell of embarrassment as his cock was unknowingly massaged by his long-time friend. Her fingers moved up and down his member, feeling up the veins along it and eventually gliding down to his balls. Saria gave them an experimental squeeze; her reward was an unabashedly erotic howl from the swordsman. As he was temporarily dazed, Link wasn't able to see the way that Saria's eyes lit up. He wasn't able to see just how enthralled she was by the six0inch piece of meat that was his member.

Seconds after laying eyes on it, Saria did the only thing that her mind could possibly think of doing, wrapping her lips around the meaty rod and sucking on it like there was no tomorrow.

"Ahhhh! S-S-S-Saria!" Called the traveling swordsman, arching his back so far up he was at risk of breaking it like a twig. In doing so, Link accidentally ended up pushing his dick deeper into Saria's mouth. She was pleased by it as it saved her the effort. The tinkling between her legs now burning like a flame, she threw herself into the "blow job" as she heard it'd been called. She heard that men dreamed of having their cocks sucked, licked, and pleasured by a woman. As Link was a man, it seemed he was no different.

His first scream had been enticing, but his second, third, fourth, and fifth with just downright invigorating. Arms darted out, fingers dug into the leafy bed beneath them, a mouth opened allowing air to rush in to fill up lungs. It was quickly expunged in the form of hundreds of fast-paced pants and screams that rung through the forest. He, a man who'd faced the monsters, dragons, the undead, witches, and even his own dark side, was helpless before this woman. From what he understood, when it came to men and women, that was the case, especially when there was genuine love between the two. Link felt that was what was between him and Saria. That's what he wanted to believe he was giving her as he began to instinctively thrust his hips upward in a continuous series of thrusts that pushed his dick in and out of her mouth.

Saria loved every second of it, she relished the feel of his penis sliding in and out of her mouth. Her tongue dragged along the masculine sword, slathering it in her saliva. Never had she felt her throat be so occupied, now that she knew what the feeling was like, she was loath to give it up. Every second that passed she wanted it to count, she wanted it to be filled with Link's dick in her mouth, moving in and out giving her nonstop pleasure. It was like setting fire to the forest, the howling winds fanning the flames causing them to spread far and wide. Welcoming the blaze, Saria spread her metaphysical arms out and let the fires consuming her. All at once, they rushed into her, filling her with shining new life. Inhaling the sweet, masculine scent of her Hylian admirer, she kept on going. In her ears rung the nonstop grunts and pants and yells of the blond swordsman. Remembering how loud he could get before, Saria became determined to make Link scream so loudly he perhaps roused the entire forest, reaching maybe even her fellow Kokiri. Surely they'd wonder what the strange sound was and where it was coming from.

Again, she found something darkly enticing in knowing that such information would stay with her for the rest of eternity. It felt like she was truly coming into possession of something that was hers and hers alone. Arguably, she was, after all, she was taking Link's virginity, which was a one time thing. She'd heard how much of a desirable man he'd become, how some women had openly wondered about the size of his "sword". Chuckling even as her mouth was used in the lewdest way possible, Saria now knew where a line could be drawn in regards to that speculation. And she was secure in the knowledge that she would be Link's first. Oh, and he would be hers.

She felt his hand atop her head. Something told Saria that the grip was just as much for his self-control as it was for his pleasure. Link was moving about like he was delirious, perhaps delirious with lust induced by her. The Kokiri herself was practically riding high too. Were her mind not too scrambled, she might have been drifting back to the occasional fantasies that crossed her mind, the same fantasies that had brought her to where she was now. The same ones that she was now living up to her heart's content.

And they just got better as she felt a throb in her lover's dick. It continued, each one making her heart race and her blood boil with ecstasy. In accordance, Link's was boiling as well seeing as his shouts grew louder and louder, more erotic by the second. He was now more vigorously arching his back up, forcing his member deeper into the Kokiri's mouth. By now, he was practically deep-throating her. One could claim he was defiling her seeing as how she was now a sage thus occupied a special position. But she was also a woman, a woman that Link happily gave his heart and body to. Another throb came, this one stronger than all the others.

"S-Saria!" Called the Hylian before the final wall of restrain came down and his masculine juices came bursting out, all directly into Saria's mouth.

It caught the Kokiri completely off-guard, so much so that her mind totally blacked out as she was hit with the full force of the man's essence. As her mind blacked out, her body came alive, her heart beating so loudly that it almost rivaled the thunderous scream that Link let out as he shot rope after rope of orgasmic juices into her mouth. It completely filled her up; Saria took in so much an internal alarm ended up blaring in her mind, screaming at her to pull her head back. She did, and the results were Link's continuous white stream hitting her in the face. It too, made her feel alive. Her green eyes enlarged to sizes big enough to rival the moon, her heart slammed against her chest again and again. Quietly, she accepted it all, and found absolute joy in the sensual release as she always knew she would. In it, she found a sense of completion and serenity that she never knew could exist. Now she understood why some women so fervently pursued this elusive pleasure.

Saria now could understand the pursuit, and she could say that the chase was oh so worth it.

Lying flat on his back, Link looked up at the starry night sky in a lustful daze. Time literally slipped through his fingers while his strength slowly but surely began to return to him. As it did, he found it in himself to sit up and look down at his "handiwork". Needless to say, he blushed red like a tomato seeing the cum-covered face of the Kokiri who'd looked after him and nurtured him. He'd "marked her" as some would call it with his masculine juices. Based on the smile that she wore in returning his gaze, she'd accepted it all. And she was damn grateful for it.

"Link," Saria said in that same surprisingly sultry voice. "I enjoyed that a whole lot." If possible, his cheeks grew even redder; it certainly got a hearty laugh out of Saria. Slowly, her eyes drifted down to his dick, now having gone limp, clearly he would need a moment or two in order to recover his strength. Saria knew that time could spent doing nothing else but one thing. One thing that she'd been yearning for. "Now that I've…blown you…will you…taste of my juices? Will you find them as delectable as I have found yours?"

Mere seconds after the words were spoken, he pounced on her, like a wolf to its prey. His eyes were hungry and wild, which served to excite Saria. "I will, and I'll have my fill before the night is over with." He growled in that husky voice that had the wetness in-between her legs growing. The Hylian came at her kisses that rained down one after another, and were returned in equal vigor. As their intercourse continued, he reached behind her back to her dress. Saria knew that if he wanted to, he could literally tear it to pieces with his bare hands; a part of her longed for him to do that.

Ultimately though, her dress was discarded with the rest of his clothing, all she had left on were her undies. Which had been soaked by the arousal bubbling without her. Her arms lay at her sides, her bare chest exposed and her breathing labored as she watched Link eye her. Though she'd been granted an adult body, it was in the words of the gods "a natural progression of her own", in other words, what she'd grow into if she aged normally like an Hylian or a human. Her breasts were…well, she knew they were "decent" by the womanly measuring stick. It wasn't like she had a pair of knockers on par with Impa. She was…well, Saria would have compared herself to a freshly blossomed flower, fresh and new, but still lacking in age. Worry grew in her soul as she began to wonder if Link would find her as appealing as she wanted him to.

A moment later and the fear was put to rest as he came down again, planting kiss after kiss over her flawless body. Saria's back arched again, her legs momentarily rising and brushing up against his naked waist. His hands found their way up her arms, sliding up them until their palms connected. They were polar opposites, her body as pristine as a flower in the forest, untouched by ill-will, he was a weathered stone, having endured through harsh conditions. In that clash, Saria felt like they found some sense of completion. That thought was transmitted and recuperated through the kiss that they shared. Their chests brushed up against each other, his scarred abdomens and her small but marble-like boobs. It was almost as if the clash fueled them as they once again went at each other.

Eventually, Link's desire to sample her peaks grew too strong to ignore and he began to move down. Gone was the sense of doubt that Saria felt. Now physically spreading her arms out, she welcomed Link into her chest, he graciously accepted her offer and helped himself. A smile grew along the grown-up Kokiri's face as she felt his lips assail her breasts. Pride immediately came afterwards. Like him, she took in fistfuls of the leaves that made up their "bed" as he suckled and gently bit on her nipples. Saria purred like a kitten and continued to do so. Link's scarred hands, his gruff hands, were soft feathers that caressed her mounds when he pulled his tongue away. The space of time in between the switch out was miniscule leaving the female Kokiri in a state of constant bliss, just as her Hylian lover wanted.

The bites with his mouth were want made her back arch upward, as she was lost in the rapture, he moved in with his fingers, pinching them, prolonging the pleasure. It was never-ending, a storm that tossed her from side to side as it lifted her up into the skies. Her breathes became short and rapid, dozens going by in the span of seconds. Air flew into her lungs only to be expunged, her vision grew more and more blurry by the second. Time and reality slipped away into a void of bliss in which Saria lost herself in. In that void, she threw away her duties as a sage and even a Kokiri; at last, she was truly just a woman, a woman who was having the time of her life.

"Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" Her back truly arched off the ground, her eyes popping wide open to see the starry sky above her. Saria's hands gripped at the leaves, crushing them beneath her iron grasp. Through it all, her legs moved by sheer reflex, hooking around the object, or rather, the person, who'd invoked such a strong reaction from her. She felt something between her legs, something that was driving her to the heights of pleasure. Her vision foggy and eyes unable to focus on anything, Saria looked down to see the source of the abnormality. A mass of golden-blond hair was nestled between her legs; she felt something protruding in her womanly cavern, something fleshy and warm. "L-Link…you're…licking me. You're…you're…"

Now, the Hylian was truly sampling of the forest fruits. He found that they tasted as delicious as he'd always thought they would be. Now that he knew that, he was determined to take in as much as he could; Saria was more than willing to provide all the feminine nectar that she could.

In the abyss of time, Saria found the strength to move her arms. Naturally, they moved downward, her hands gripping at Link's head just as he had done hers. What goes around comes around, as they said. Both her legs had crossed, locking his head in place, and now her hands were racking themselves through his blond hair. Saria huffed and panted, her face now glowing bright red like a cherry. One hand rose and fell over her face, as if she felt like she had a fever. Love was the fever, and it was eating her up consuming her like a mighty fire spit forth from Death Mountain. The previous arches of her back were replicated, especially when she felt Link's tongue stab at her feminine core. Such stabs earned throaty screams from the Kokiri woman.

A long drawn out moan passed from Saria's lip when she felt Link's bare hands caress her equally bare hips. He held her down while he greedily ate her out. Saria's hands went wide, her fingers digging into the leaves and her head snapping to the side.

I-I can feel it! I-I'm going to…Goddesses help me, I'm going to…I'm going to… In a moment of surprise, Saria clenched her jaw shut and fought back the growing tidal wave of euphoria. She didn't want this wondrous feeling to end, even if perhaps hours had passed since Link had started eating her out. With all of her might, she resisted, but it did no good. Everything had an end, but that end wasn't always a bad thing.

"L-Link!" As she discovered, the orgasmic release she'd been holding off was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Heavenly, that was the only fitting description that she could give to the next twenty seconds as her juices came spilling out directly into Link's face. She felt her legs shaking so much that they might as well have been petals in the wind. As it blew, it took with it all things that might have bothered Saria, leaving her to lay atop a cloud of pure bliss. Briefly, her head rose, then fell while a sigh of content joy escaped her. Saria allowed her loins to continue to gush, further splattering Link's face. His tongue lapped up the resulting liquid, some of the licking being enough to cause Saria to jump and giggle. It was clear to see that she was enjoying having Link's tongue there while she continued to orgasm. She felt like a century could pass and she wouldn't mind, via his masculine ways, the Hylian had nullified the concept of time, and erased the concept of worry, from her mind.

All that existed was the here and now, the two of them giving their hearts and bodies to one another. That's all that mattered.

While her upper body seemingly melted away, Saria managed to keep her legs wrapped around Link's head, locking him where he was. It wasn't like he had any desire to move away, not until he'd lapped up all of the feminine juices of the woman whom cared for him for so long. They were perfectly happy where they were, thus they remained in those positions for as long as they could.

What alerted Saria to a change was the rustling of leaves in her ear. She turned her head to her right and found Link rising to meet her. Not missing a beat, she leaned in close and initiated the kiss that followed. Though he'd swallowed most of her cum, she could still taste the residual juices on his tongue and lips. Link more than let her have her fill; his hand rose and cupped her cheek, his thumb gently massaging the smooth skin. Moans rose from the two of them that carried on into the night. Briefly, they separated with a pop on their lips, a second later and they were reconnected. The kisses were driven, no doubt thanks to the still burning passion between the Hylian and the Kokiri.

A time finally came when they separated for longer than a few seconds at best. In that time window, Link and Saria looked into one another's eyes.

"Do it." Whispered the smaller of the pair, her heart thundering in her ears with the clarity of a running stream.

Immediately, the swordsman knew what it was she desired. "Saria, this-"

"Is mine to give, and I want to give it to you." In a surprise move, she moved up on him, positioning her wet pussy over his harden dick. The male organ might as well have been the opening of Death Mountain, the heat causing her womanly snatch and the rest of her body to tingle. Saria knew she couldn't keep herself separated from him for long.

Knowing it, seeing it in her eyes, Link took hold of the aged-up Kokiri's hips.

"Give it to me, Link." Spoke the Sage of the Forest in a sultry voice that made the Hylian's dick throb.

Seconds later and its hunger was satisfied. He brought the Kokiri down while thrusting his hips up, in an instant, he shattered Saria's hymen. It hurt, that much he saw on her face and he hated himself for making her hurt. Through teary eyes, she looked down at him. Gently, she reached out and took hold of his shoulders, bringing him in close for a kiss. In that embrace, Link attempted to wash away all of the pain he'd caused his childhood friend. Her fingers lightly dug into his back, her side of the kiss growing more passionate. She was telling him that he had nothing to apologize or make up for. They breathed against one another while they both adjusted to the sudden closeness they now shared. As the pain faded on Saria's end, something new and wondrous took its place.

She looked to Link's sharp blue eyes, words unspoken entering his pointy ears. He began to thrust upward.

From the sage's mouth came pants and moans borne from the masculine blade currently sheathed in her womanly snatch. Seconds after Link began to thrust up, Saria could feel her eyes already beginning to roll into the back of her head. It was all a lot to take in, on multiple fronts, but she held onto some thin thread for dear life. She didn't want to pass out so soon, not yet, not until she achieved true satisfaction. It was no doubt coming into reach, practically right in front of her. Or beneath her, and jabbing at her womanly core nonstop.

Link knew that the way Saria looked now, eyes wide and crazed with lust, her naked body adorned in moonlit sweat, was completely and utterly unbecoming of a Sage of Hyrule. Her adult body was unnatural by the standards of her people, but one could argue so too was his. Shockwaves traveled up her nonstop as he pumped his harden dick in and out of her, his hips driving up and down, never ending. Looking down at him, he saw a desire for more, chuckling in the back of his throat, the Hylian answered the request with one might thrust that had Saria arching back and screaming into the night.

Wanting her screams to continue, he made several more thrusts of similar intensity, each one hitting her womanly core. Saria saw hundreds of stars flickering and blazing into existence in front of her, but the brightest ones lay beneath her, two spheres of azure that glistened with joy at the sounds she was making. A rush running through her, she clamped down on Link's shoulders. She'd was riding him, mating him. As if her fingers had injected some sort of stimulus into him, Link made his next thrust hit directly against her womanly core causing Saria to yet again cry out in ecstasy. Her cries continued as Link hit that same spot over and over again.

In spite of the euphoria rushing through her, Saria managed to maintain a thin layer of control. It wasn't born out of any sort of discipline; it was purely the fact that she didn't want this joy to end. She crunched down hard on her lover's shoulders; he didn't seem to mind, rising up and pressing their bodies together. Holding fast to him, Saria muttered a silent thank you to the goddess, as well as her fellow Sages. This moment was a true blessing, one that she would never regret, and neither would Link, who felt a sudden throbbing in his enveloped dick.

"S-S-Saria…!" He growled clenching at her like a lifeline.

"Yes…yes! Let it out!" She cried. "Let it all out, Link!"

"Saria!"

"Yesssss!"

His release came seconds before hers, thick ropes of masculine juices shooting directly into her womb. For just a few precious seconds, Saria enjoyed the utter euphoria brought from the orgasmic burst gushing out inside of her. And then came her own orgasm, her walls tightening and clamping down on the Hylian's dick, her own feminine nectar covering the cock from the tip down to the base. Link's eyes widened just as hers did, together, they opened their mouths and screamed in erotic delight as their juices mixed together in orgasmic bless. Their joint howling rose in volume, spreading through the forest, echoing through the night air like a clap of thunder. Both teenagers felt their eyes roll into the back of their heads as the high came to a gradual end.

Link fell backward, taking Saria with him. Yet again, she held onto him like he was her lifeline, he might as well have been; he had always been her lifeline, her anchor, even if circumstances had painted things as being the reverse. He kept a tight hold over her as he continued to pump rope after rope of cum into her. From erotic screams to soft pants, her voice and beating hear reverberated in his ears. Likewise, she allowed the tension to ease out of her while her lover's masculine essence was pumped into her being. Lulling her into a near soft slumber was the beating of his heart, a heart that she knew she had a place in.

Dotting the silence that followed was the music of the forest around them, the sympathy of the night replacing the sympathy of the day that they had heard earlier. If this were a play, then surely this was the last song to be played before the curtain fell.

"Link, after this…"

"Saria, we don't have to talk about it." Offered the Hylian.

She sat up, her hands spreading out across his scar-laden chest. "Like I said, I'll always be with you in spirit. Here," Softly, she pressed down on his chest. "Across the river of time…my feelings will always be with you."

Sitting up, he brought her in close, sandwiching her against his chest. It was exactly like being by a war bonfire. "Saria, I want you to know, that statement cuts both ways. I know this is probably the last we'll see…but I want you to know that my love will always be with you, throughout the ages."

"Through the ages," Repeated the aged up Kokiri, letting herself melt into the gentle embrace. "Wherever you hear the wind blow through the leaves, I'll be there with you, Link."

"Thank you, Saria." He fell back, still holding her in his arms, and her holding him.

They were two people who'd found themselves awash in the flow of time, out of place really, but in their own unique ways. Time would correct itself as it always did, but even if that happened, the memory of this night would remain. The memory of the Hylian and the Kokiri, and the love that they shared.

My first St. Patrick's Day lemon. Now, I honestly wish it was being posted on better circumstances worldwide, there's not exactly much to drink or celebrate (or anywhere to do that save for your home, and probably not a lot of people to do it with), but you enjoy what you can. That was the theme of this one-shot, Link and Saria knowing their time is brief, but choosing to make the most of it. Time is the one enemy you sadly can't fight, but you can make the most of it. Day by day, second by second. Sometimes it's not easy, sometimes it can seem impossible, but it can be done, and don't take any one second for granted, especially if it's spent with a loved one.

Now, my next LoZ will be less on the bittersweet side and more on the sweet, until next time, readers!