1"You're to quiet." His voice was right in my ear, and I was sure it was just as raspy, just as lustful as mine would be if I could find it. "Come on, Hero of Time, say something for me. Moan for me, Link." And as if on cue, he plunged into me again. Hitting a spot that tore pleasure through me faster than I'd hoped. I moaned as asked, arching into the feeling. I wanted more. I wanted him to hit that spot again. "That's it," he hissed, his hot breath on my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more room for breath, to bite, to do anything he wanted. "I found it." He grunted, plunging into me again. I screamed, gripping the closest clothe to me, I held his shirt, tightly in my hand, pulling him down closer to me. He smirked into my neck, kissing it softly. "That you like, right, Link..."

I couldn't find my voice. I was lost in unfamiliar pleasure. I didn't know how to react to any of it, I just let what happened, happen. He plunged into me again, hitting that spot elegantly, dead on, and with force. I could barely hear the moan he whispered into my ear over my own scream, and my eyes had long since left me, seeing only him in my tunnel of vision.

His crimson, foggy, lustful eyes bore into mine. Something pale, something a bright yellow glowed from my left, and I realized it was my hand. The mark was bright and shimmering. The goddesses were NOT happy with me.

Well, screw them. Ha, well, maybe not. I screamed again as he hit that spot a third time, that horrible, wonderful fire burned my veins and I knew me cheeks were red, I was getting lightheaded.

"You like that a lot," he hissed again, slowly twisting his hips to hit it gently. I groaned, arching my back to prolong that feeling of pure fire. Oh my god that felt amazing. I was obviously humourous, to him. His dark, handsome face twisted into a grin and he pulled down close to me, I had apparently had the death grip on his dark tunic, the only piece of clothing left for us to wear. His hair gave me a shield to the world, only seeing his foggy, blood crimson jewels staring at me with obvious victory. I opened my mouth, having his run a finger down the center of my chest. I could barely breath, and I loved it. I wanted to say something, my mouth moved, but nothing came out but a short breath and a gasp. He let a small laugh out, not having enough patients to wait any longer and dove, capturing my open, voiceless cavern in his, his tongue tasting every tooth, every corner, and easing itself around my own. I closed my eyes, bucking against his body and he moaned into my mouth, hot breath filling the emptiness of both. I had no idea what was going on, but he let my mouth go. He plunged again, grunting, more force, more power. I ripped at his shirt with one hand, arching violently, digging into the pillows around my head. My hand now glued to the fabric of the dark clothe curled, the light burning brighter, revealing fangs I couldn't see. He'd tilted his head, pressing those fangs against my bare neck, and I gasped, feeling a light pain, but heavy pleasure soar through me once more as he slid those devilishly tempting teeth down my neck, licking the divit my collarbone created and down the right side of it his tongue traced. I was about to loose my mind.

Yes well...I'm sure you're wondering how I came into this...predicament. My own personal faux pas. My virginity swiped away, and my not caring...and, surely, you wonder who 'he' is, correct? Well, let me start from the beginning.