In the shadow of the tavern

Chapter 2

In the Kingdom of Hyrule, nestled a humble little hobble called Hateno Village, one of Hyrule's few remaining settlements was enjoying a marvelous feast, the likes of which hadn't been seen in a hundred years. Word had come via the Sheika, that Calamity Ganon, the long slumbering evil dwelling within the ruins of Hyrule Castle, had finally been defeated. Thanks to the return of the hero and the princess from days long since gone. The mayor declared that a celebration was to be held, and the pub let the ale pour freely.

The villagers chatted eagerly, flush with alcohol and wine, wondering where the hero and the lost princess were after their victory. A few offered crude theories of what the two heroes could be up to. While others theorized more romantic, but equally lewd, hypothesis. This was all in jest. After all, the stoic hero and princess would surely be planning on how to restore their kingdom to its former glory. The villagers of Hateno declared that when their saviors arrived, they would pitch in with whatever was needed. Tonight, though, they'd drink themselves silly.

Little did the residents of Hateno know their jests were closer to the mark than they ever dreamed. The hero and princess were in fact already inside the village, and have been for some time. Not only that, they were near, so near in fact that if one were to look out the window and squint into the darkness, they would see them.

In that shadow of the Hateno pub, just beyond the boundary of the light, Princess Zelda, technically Queen Zelda now, was over a barrel adorned in a frilly maid like outfit. Her breath labored as her bare breaths bounced in the chilly night air, the top of her barmaid dress roughly pulled down to her waist, and her frilled skirt was tossed over her royal rump. The white tights she wore were torn open, exposing her royal garden to the night air. Behind her, mounting her like a bucking horse, was Link, the new unofficial King of Hyrule.

I wonder what my face looks like… Zelda mused, assuming she was making some sort of silly, lewd expression. Here she was, the last of her bloodline, the only living royal in all of Hyrule, having intercourse… no, she was getting fucked! Like a common barn mare or tavern whore in the shadow of a building with her drunken subjects only yards away. The threat of some drunk stumbling out to go home only made her nether region tighten as she struggled to keep in her moans.

Some might think Link was the one to suggest this impossibly lewd situation, but he wasn't. In fact, he protested it. It was her, the Queen of Hyrule, who wanted to do this. Why? Simple, really, it was a fantasy of hers. One Zelda dreamed of after overhearing one castle maid gossip about doing the same thing a hundred years ago. Another reason was because of her scientific mind, wanting to test if this situation was as tantalizing as the maid described. Another reason was while she was every bit a mature and proper princess, she was still, perhaps, in her rebellious phase. Secreting wanting to do things her father wouldn't approve of, even if he was already gone. Finally, she fought evil for a hundred years straight. She can indulge in her own desires, right?

"Goddess…" Zelda fought to surpass her cry of ecstasy by biting into her own modest breast. Her body shuttered violently, releasing a flood of love juices that squirted to the earth and dribbled down her thigh. Link was still pounding her from behind, desperate to release his own load inside her. Shame they couldn't have cum together like in the stories. Moments later, Link hooked arms around her waist, pushing her face first into the grass and burrowing his member as deep as he could. Filling her with his warmth. Zelda let out a shuttered breath as her royal garden was flooded with hot spunk that seemed to pour down her legs.

He must have been backed up, too. Zelda silently giggled at the thought of Link having a hundred years' worth of semen stored up. She knew it was biologically impossible, but it was a funny thought. When did I get such a dirty mind?

Now a concerned citizen might wonder why their monarch was indulging in such depravity when the kingdom was in such disarray. Well… Zelda's personal answer, if asked while drunk, was 'Fuck you, I'm on vacation.' The actual answer was that Impa, and the Sheika suggested she and Link enjoy a break while they survey the kingdom, spread the word of Ganon's defeat and make a list of what needs fixing, and the materials needed. The Sheika already had an extensive list, but it would take time for word to spread and to organize the workers. When everything was ready, they'd announce Zelda and Link's return and decide the best course of action from there.

This probably wasn't what Impa had in mind when she said to go enjoy ourselves. Zelda hazily thought while greedily sucking in gasps of cool air. Here she was, face first in the dirt with her ass up and exposed for all to see. Not the most dignified position for a royal.

Link finally removed himself from her and fell back against a nearby tree. Astonishingly, he was still erect. Which gave Zelda a devious idea. Crawling along the earth, she wedged herself face first between Link's legs with a smile, combed her hair back, straightened his 'sword' and took his throbbing member in her mouth. He gave a surprised 'hup!' as she swirled her tongue around his shaft as she heard the maid describe.

This was such an unthinkable thing for someone of her station, but she didn't care. Zelda continued to work Link's master sword, when the sound of shifting grass caught her ears. Link stiffened as a shadow loomed over them. Someone had wondered out of the tavern to cool off. They clearly hadn't noticed them as the sound of their half empty bottle swashed with every swig. Now the smart thing to do would be to cease her lewd actions and make an escape.

There was only one problem. Zelda was too turned on to quit. Now it was Link's turn to hold back his moans as she aggressively deep throated his cock, making soft slopping noises as she did. Until finally, he released his second load in her throat; the amount was much more than she expected. Hot spunk clogged up Zelda's throat to the point: she thought maybe he truly had a hundred years' worth saved up. Sitting up, she heaved a deep breath, making an audible swallowing noise that caught the drinking man's attention. Before he could turn around, Link rushed them out of sight into the bushes. Had it been light out, the man might see the evidence of their lovemaking staining the ground.

Since it was night and the man was drunk, he merely struggled and stumbled back inside the tavern.

"Let's go home." Link said firmly. Perhaps exhausted by her thrilling demands. She obliged him, but only on one condition. They had to walk home via main street.

Zelda fixed her clothes as best she could and had Link escort her through the bustling main street of Hateno with their cooling love juices and torn white tights hidden messily beneath her ruffled skirt. She could feel the juices fall lower and lower down her leg, staining the white fabric and threating to go past the point of no return. Link hurried along, but she kept her pace deliberately slow. Knowing her actions were foolish, but another part of her didn't care in the least.

"We're home, finally." Link sighed tiredly outside their front door.

"Yes," Zelda smiled. The village already thought she was Link's wife when they returned some weeks ago. There was no need to offer a correction for the truth, at least until she was revealed as the lost princess of legend. She decided she'd announce her ascension to Queen after they restored Hyrule.

Until then…

"So I was thinking…" What did she want to do next? Go to Gerudo Desert? Urbosa said something about leaving her a special gift there or Zora's domain? What she had in mind might be disrespectful to Mipha, but until she had to put on her princess mask again, she would indulge in her every desire.

This is going to be a fun month…