Zelda Porn Story: Heated Twilight Chapter 2:

Heated Twilight

Chapter 2: The Lusty Housewife

The Ordon Province had never been a very large place, but having never been to the northern capital some wouldn’t have realized just how small the population was compared to the greater civilizations that dotted the majestic kingdom of Hyrule. The majority of the community were uninterested in the chaos and complexity that existed in the other provinces of the kingdom, opting to continue living in simplicity. Ordon Village itself was an intentionally small working community of around twenty families in which everyone worked to make their expected contribution to the community. An exhausting existence such as this one would have been expected by anybody living in the southern provinces or any untamed frontier.

The ranchers endlessly worked with the signature livestock, which would be raised in the village before being supplied to the other provinces in exchanged for money. The farmers typically found themselves tending to the soil, which would bare southern fruits and vegetables considered exotic to those living to the distant north. The finer craftsmen would usually busy themselves in creating carpet and clothing products, others would find themselves utilizing the abundant materials to create effective bladed weapons. The fortunate remainder were those who operated in the necessary marketplace, making their livelihood through trading and bartering. Those without an official trade, such as children and teenagers, were expected to apprentice or provide assistance however they could.

The younger members of the newest generation mostly wanted to leave the isolated community for the complications of the greater world. The adults and elders usually couldn’t understand these impulses to find themselves confronted with such unpredictable temptations. The village’s youngest rancher often found himself utterly torn between remaining in the pleasant simplicity of the southern village, or confronting the adventure of the outside world. There was really no telling where one would lead over the other.

“Everything changes as much as it remains the same.”

The burning sun of the late morning found the village’s most talented rancher and amateur swordsman sitting upon the risen rock formations that seemed to characterize the small stream that ran through the residential district of the southern village. As he continued his musings he casually consumed one of the larger apples he had spirited away from one of the trees near Jaggle and Pergie’s house. An unnaturally friendly bird of pray perched on his shoulder casually chomping away at the section of the fruit it had been presented with, an exchange for the handwoven cradle that was resting next to the young rancher. Another one of the various favors he had decided to commit himself to following the realization that his assistance at the ranch wasn’t required today.

Although there might have been some that questioned exactly why the young man interested himself in the personal concerns of the other villagers, many more considered it to be an endearing quality. Perhaps he was driven by some underlying desire to assist others that found themselves confronted by problems they found themselves incapable of solving on their own. Perhaps the young man was simply attempting to pass the seemingly endless time that came with every seventh day, as the rancher had never been one to rest beyond his needs.

He might have indulged himself with two more hours of slumber following the events that had preceded the rising sun, but that wishful thought had been denied.

His awakening had been characterized by the crippling exhaustion that was to be an afterthought of the carnal encounter earlier that morning. He wasn’t surprised when Ilia had once again isolated herself to her bedroom with the fictitious claim that she would be working on something personal. Mayor Bo wouldn’t have dared to bother his daughter while he assumed she was in deep concentration, while in fact she was probably still relaxing beneath her sheets. Nobody would have suspected her midnight rendezvous when she finally emerged into the sunshine of the newborn day.

Of course, the young rancher with whom she had shared the pleasant experience didn’t possess the privilege of slumbering past sunrise. Cursed with the admiration of several younger villagers, he found himself essentially demanded to awaken the moment the golden witness rose over the treetops.

As he was stumbling into consciousness earlier, he once again found himself wondering exactly why the younger children that seemed to endlessly hover around him. Of course, this was a question he had asked before and received the same answer from everybody. An unexpected revelation that was boarding between being welcomed and being despised, his mood depending on several different factors. The majority of the parents around the village revealed that the younger children considered him some manner of Alpha Wolf, thus he found himself the naturally selected leader of his fellow youngbloods.

Although they wouldn’t follow him around in any organized fashion, they regularly associated themselves with the young rancher and usually considered his opinions before those of their fellow villagers. While several of the children and teenagers knew him, there were four whose friendships meant more to him than the others. This mismatched quartet had known him the longest and seemed to have designated the traffic area that passed before Link’s House to be their daily rendezvous point for talk and play. Although their endless admiration could occasionally wear upon the young rancher’s nerves, he found himself constantly informed about events around the village. The subject of that particular morning revolved around the announcement that the nearby general store was now carrying a professionally crafted slingshot.

It wasn’t surprising that those excited were Jaggle and Pergie’s children, Malo and Talo.

Talo was easily recognized as the older brother and was rather renowned over his aspirations to someday become an adventurer or something within the same category, which often drew him to an equally infamous amount of mischief that rivaled the forest’s monkeys. His noticeable immaturity and stubbornness within his twelfth year wasn’t exactly becoming of any successful explorer or adventurer. Many were confident however that once he began training with the local blacksmith, that attitude would be forced to expand to something more suitable. Rusl didn’t tolerate foolishness during his sessions.

Malo was the younger brother and existed in opposition of his sibling, Talo. The unnaturally mature younger brother couldn’t have cared less for seeking adventure and thrills that pitted him against the world. This young man constantly focused on expanding his mind and aspired to someday become a trader, he even insisted that someday he would be known as the finest merchant in the entire kingdom. Although he plotted out his future long before most people, he never allowed his intelligence to contradict his status as an eight-year-old. He wouldn’t be rushing into marketing unless the opportunity presented itself and was more than prepared to enjoy himself while he could.

Regardless of their differences, both of the brothers were absolutely ecstatic over the announcement and found themselves contemplating how they could possibly manage to gain ownership of the deluxe slingshot. Their earliest attempt involved making an unnatural request of the shop-owner’s single daughter.

Of course, That was Sera and Hanch’s fourteen-year-old daughter, Beth.

Amongst the young rancher’s four friends, Beth was the oldest and the pack leader in the absence of either Link or Ilia. When the village began noticing that she was steadily growing into an attractive young woman, many were surprised that she continued associating herself with the group on the same friendship level. She still possessed that glimmer of childhood that would regularly shine through her developing maturity. There were times when her doubtless admiration of the young rancher became quite unnerving, although he believed she would soon outgrow this childish crush. Thankfully, her concerns were much too focused on Malo and Talo’s childish request to swoon over the amateur swordsman.

Naturally, Beth couldn’t have cared less about their sudden obsession over the childish plaything. She was absolutely mortified with their proposition that she either purchase the slingshot with her savings or somehow spirit it away from her mother’s aforementioned shop. Having recently celebrated her fourteenth birthday, she was blessed with greater privileges and cursed with greater responsibilities. However, she realized that her mother could easily manipulate the balance between them and go from exceedingly generous to horribly unfair. Beth was also no stranger to her mother skipping such punishments and moving directly to tanning her hide.

Then there was Rusl and Uli’s thirteen year old son, Colin.

More or less the silent member of the group, there were many minor concerns surrounding the blacksmith’s son, mainly revolving around his passiveness. Some might have considered him beyond passive because he possessed absolutely no aspiration to move through existence with sword and shield, like his father before him. Although having little interest in knighthood, he was typically recognized as a level headed young man whose realistic perspective would have served anyone as an advisor. Perhaps nobody else noticed since his thirteenth birthday, but he was beginning to significantly branch out socially and the young rancher noticed his stolen glances towards the growing village girls. It was refreshing to see the once timid young man finally seizing opportunities and working around these smaller problems.

Predictably, the blacksmith’s son possessed no concerns over the foolish plaything considering his impressive history of excusing himself from the mischievous antics of his childhood friends. Colin usually found himself attempting to ensure that his friends didn’t cause too much trouble, despite how pointless his efforts seemed to be. While his three friends began arguing about the slingshot once again, he busied himself with brushing down the pack leader’s horse. When Link approached him requesting a solution to this problem, his answer was without hesitation while the others remained obvious to the silent boy.

“Maybe you should go ahead and buy the slingshot. Sera definitely wouldn’t trust Talo and Malo any farther than she could throw them. Maybe just let them borrow it long enough for them to get tired of it. Beth could probably get your money back later, or you could even sell it off to them if they really want it that badly. Otherwise, you would probably find some practical use for it later on anyway.”

Link’s mind wandered back to the present as the bird of prey jumped from his shoulder and went soaring off into the nearby forest, leaving the young rancher alone one the rock formation. Deciding against further loitering he carefully retrieved the handcrafted cradle which had almost been spirited away by one of the mischievous monkeys. There were many that could have looked upon it and considered it an everyday cradle that could be purchased by the dozen in the north. Some privileged enough to know the significance behind the cradle would have understood how it could have been important to somebody. Only that certain somebody would have recognized this handwoven cradle as an irreplaceable treasure.

Link realized that they would be most pleased when it was returned to them and with this thought firmly collected within his psyche he began making his way back to the ground, the slingshot was really an afterthought considering that Sera wasn’t in the mood for business.

“I wonder how the village would accept servings of monkey stew at the next festival.”

Uli found herself somewhere between depression and indignation as she endlessly fretted over the fate of the precious cradle she had crafted herself from the finest woven tree bark, almost immediately following the birth of her first son. She realized just how irreplaceable the cradle was and how difficult the recovery would be should anything have happened to the family heirloom. She understood how uncomfortable it would be for a certain young rancher to return reporting the news of the cradle’s negative condition. She also realized that Rusl wouldn’t have been pleased and would probably went off to slaughter every one of the little pests that he could find around the riverbank.

They were currently attempting to conceive another child and in the midst of organizing Colin’s old clothes, she decided that she was going to polish up the keepsake. She had walked down to the village stream to clean off the gathered dust and cobwebs. She was shocked when one of the forest monkeys grabbed the cradle and began running off with it eventually jumping across the rock formations. She valiantly attempted to follow the speedy monkey, but she soon found herself separated from the furry thief by a normally convenient body of sparkling water. She was prepared to break down when she noticed the shadow that had approached from behind her.

Although he had not actually witnessed the thieving monkey, Link had immediately offered his services in finding the treasured cradle before following the riverbank upstream. The young rancher’s generosity and willingness to provide his services was as well recognized throughout the village as his considerable dedication towards all his responsibilities. His charming personality, friendly nature and natural leadership qualities left little wonder as to why her husband had relinquished his role as the village’s representative to the younger man. They both believed that he needed to see beyond the southern provinces and take up an even greater responsibility in representing their humble village.

Having served as one of the village’s teachers during the time that Link and Ilia were still attending the local schoolhouse, Uli was certainly no stranger to the young rancher. Their once casual relationship had changed somewhat once her husband had started training him in the standard aspects of knighthood. But there had been several shocked transformations since her husband accepted him as an apprentice and his teachings became much more advanced. Now more than ever, she was most pleased that he was willing to help her.

Regretfully incapable of doing anything further to bring resolve to these unforseen tribulations, she returned to the humble cottage she shared with her family. She had been sitting on the same pillowed couch for the entirety of the past hour attempting to formulate some manner of explanation that wouldn’t drive her husband into the forest with his blade. This seemed to be the worst possible outcome. Her husband had recently completed the sword that would be presented at the summit and without any further orders or projects to complete, they were planning on spending the weekend together. She had really been looking forward to it and now it seemed that everything had been completely ruined.

Unexpected footsteps upon the front stoop suddenly shattered her concentration. The delicate housewife was practically holding her breath as the wooden door was slowly opened revealing the image of the young rancher carrying her prized carriage under his arm. Although the blatant evidence was within three paces from where she reclined on the pillowed violet couch, she couldn’t help but utter in disbelief “You got it back?”

“That monkey stopped moving upstream, apparently realized that he couldn’t do anything useful with the carriage.” he explained as he carefully placed the basket down into her awaiting lap “To be honest, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything without some help.”

His explanation dropped upon unlistening ears as the housewife breathed, the painful pressure that had collected around her abdomen subsiding with the presence of the treasured cradle and the selfless young man standing before her. Her hands slowly moved to run alongside the carefully handcrafted baby carriage, realizing that there wasn’t the slightest damage besides the present wear and tear.

“You truly are amazing, Link.” the woman whispered as one small smile moved across her lips as she placed it down in the corner next to the couch, correcting herself she leaned back into the pillowed surface. Her lips then uncurled slightly, the lids of her eyes dropped halfway, she lowered her chin so that she was glancing up towards him.

Every action making that simple smile transform from something overjoyed and pleasing into something saucy and sensual. She eventually parted her lips and created words using an uncharacteristically seductive tone that probably only one other man had ever possessed the privilege of hearing from the housewife “You must realize how much this means to me. I will be thanking you this time.”

Link closed his eyes for a moment before closing the bolt on the door. The highly relaxed posture and seductive personality were speaking quite loudly for the hot-blooded young man and there was no questioning where the situation was heading. Within moments he was seated on the couch where she had warmly indicated and before long he found himself trapped against the pillowed surface. The older woman holding him down by the shoulders, their brows were touching as she initiated an extremely passion kiss which sought to vent away all those frustrated emotions.

The young man wrapped his toned arms around the woman’s waist as she pressed her considerable advantage, their tongues wrestling for dominion over one another. Throughout the opening embrace of their mouths, the young rancher found himself being driven into the couch by the woman’s unexpected strength. Having practically thrown herself upon him there was considerable evidence that the situation wouldn’t have deemed him the dominant party. The aggressive housewife offered her younger partner absolutely no lenience throughout the opening moments of this familiar encounter.

Anybody that might have somehow managed to look upon them through the sealed doorway or the closed curtains would have immediately suspected an obvious affair. Anybody who remained and listened instead of running off to locate her husband would have come to realize that the entire encounter was completely devoid of anything within the realms of romance or intimacy. They would have realized that there was an abnormal examination in progress, although much less traditional than the student being tested by their instructor.

Although they both possessed considerable significance in one another’s lives, neither could remember exactly how they had managed to arrive at this obscure scenario. Perhaps everything began with the housewife personally educating the young man on sexual intercourse and the passion involved, considering he never possessed any actual guardians to educate him on such touchy subjects. Perhaps everything began when the housewife realized that the once shameless orphan had slowly grown into an impressive young man. Perhaps everything began when she realized that she wanted to personally ensure that he would meet his greatest potential in that subject that she deemed so important towards any lasting relationship.

Their earliest encounter with one another had been around two years earlier when the young rancher had completed an important errand to the southern coastline which she had been incapable of making herself. She had watched him grow into an excellent physical specimen and was constantly wondering about his status amongst his female peers. She realized that there was obvious friendship throughout the village, but she often wondered whether or not somebody around the village possessed the young rancher’s virginity.

Upon the young rancher’s eventual return from this important journey she immediately noticed the newfound confidence and determination that existed within his cerulean eyes, something that she was more than willing to capitalize upon by demanding explanations. She would have never anticipated that the seven-day journey could have possibly transformed into an eventful series of trials and tribulations that involved the young man wielding lethal steel for the first time. There was also a nameless young woman whom he encountered during this adventurous journey that had eventually vanished with more in her possession that just his attention. In a sense he returned relieved of both his virginity and his innocence, coming back bloodstained and heartbroken.

While she understood the amount of emotional trauma Link must have been feeling after cutting down the bandits he was confronted by, she realized that her husband would be better equipped for guiding his apprentice through such challenges. Uli found herself much more interested in his earliest sexual experience, which he was much more prepared to discuss with the seemingly innocent housewife than his roughneck mentor. Uli found herself dishearted to discover that despite their challenging tribulations and the intimate moments they shared together, Link didn’t even know this young woman’s name. An unfortunate tale without that expected ending.

Link then proceeded to describe the physical encounter.

The valiant young rancher had never known the touch of a woman and the nameless young maiden had still possessed that barrier that stood before her inner sanctum. Neither of them had been experienced in the slightest and neither wielded a commendable amount of endurance, stamina or knowledge. The housewife wouldn’t have expected anything more from two young-blooded virgins, but according to his description everything was absolutely straightforward with the exception of their warm embrace and some inexperienced kissing. After everything he had experienced running her errand, she couldn’t possibly condone the amateur swordsman to remain ignorant of how to proceed during future encounters.

Understanding that her husband wouldn’t be home anytime soon and her son was in the forest playing, she had lured him into the house to shower further knowledge upon him. Within moments she had dragged him into the vacant guest room where her husband usually hosted familiar friends from the northern capital. The door was locked and several dusty books on physical stimulation were removed from the dresser and followed up with select instruction by the seductive housewife. Before long their clothes had been removed and they found themselves twisting upon the mattress in various positions that never once involved penetration. Although tempted, neither allowed themselves to proceed that far.

Originally she had been educating the young rancher on methods and techniques that served to elevate that pivotal moment, making the entire experience even more otherworldly. Her curiosity peaked and she was soon concentrating on educating herself on the most recent techniques that were becoming more accepted and practiced. She usually found herself taking advantage of the younger man’s presence to further their mutual education on the subject. The housewife soon found herself unexpectedly throwing herself upon the young man whenever she believed his generosity and selflessness afforded him her unnatural lectures. Thus began their mutual practice on a subject they entertained almost at least twice a month: Foreplay and Alternatives.

There were times when the young man would question whether or not this seemingly delicate woman was responsible for the entrenched scratches that were constantly decorating his mentor’s shoulders. The apprentice had only questioned his mentor once and had been answered with another riddle that challenged him to contemplate the possibilities. He believed wholeheartedly that she was responsible, but also realized that he would never experience the source of those injuries himself. Despite their interesting arrangements, only her husband was privileged to breach her sacred reaches and hold dominance in that pivotal moment.

She wouldn’t betray her husband. He wouldn’t betray his mentor.

“You’re technique has improved under pressure.” Uli whispered after breaking the kiss, one hand absently brushing down his chest, almost anxious to remove the cotton shirt “When are you going to tell me who you’ve involved yourself with?”

“One shouldn’t kiss and tell frivolously, your words.” Link bluntly replied with uncharacteristic smugness.

“Wouldn’t showing such disrespect to your regular instructors usually put you on your backside?” she questioned in casual reference to her husband.

“You’ve already got me there.” Link shrugged before glancing around the room “Where is everybody?”

“Your mentor probably won’t be returning until the evening.” Uli softly assured him as she pressed her forehead against his own, almost pushing her position as the superior in this moment “Colin is probably playing in the woods with the others, probably hanging around your house as always. What makes you so popular, Link?”

“You should probably ask them.” Link replied as the housewife intertwined her fingers with his own for the briefest of moments, pressing another soft kiss on his lips before she brought herself back into a sitting position. She then proceeded to move her hands down to her waistline, removing the thin leather belt that supported her simple black slacks. She then proceeded to unlace the waistline of her slacks before kicking her sandals off next to the discarded belt, eventually leaving her toned abdomen and navel exposed. Uli leaned back on the couch before she motioned the younger man’s attention between her thighs, that saucy smirk never once leaving her features.

“I’m sure that you remember the proper technique.” Uli whispered as the young man removed himself from the couch and dropped to his knees before the demanding housewife. She smiled as the young man wordlessly moved his fingers into the waistline and peeled down both the simple slacks and unseen undergarments, carefully piling them on the floor next to the couch. He then proceeded to slowly spread her knees apart, one of her slender hands moving to run through his windtossed blonde strands, the other slowly unlacing the collar of her tunic. The younger man was soon running his hands up her finely toned legs and pushed the hanging material of her tunic up around his former teacher’s waistline, drinking in the sight and scent of her waiting womanhood.

Uli’s sultry smirk seemed to grow even more apparent as Link brought his hands around behind her legs, grasping the impressive cheeks of her derriere before pulling the woman’s nether regions towards him. The aggressive housewife’s seductive expression transformed into one of immense rapture as her young consort suddenly drove his tongue deeply between her lower lips, separating them and feasting upon the sweetbreads of her dripping corridor. She responded by growling in aggravation and thoughtlessly pulled the young rancher’s face even deeper between her thighs, her ankles crossing around his lower back.

“You’ve been practicing with somebody else, haven’t you?” Uli rasped as her vacant hand finished completely unlacing the vertical collar of her tunic, revealing the delicious cleavage of two extremely healthy breasts. Her vacant hand groped and manipulated the heavy mound through the simple fabric of her tunic, while her other hand continued pulling the talented boy deeper into her sacred cavern.

Link’s eyes remained calmly closed as he continued to operate, gathering everything he had been instructed to remember during this once unorthodox practice. Finding himself capable of bringing the greatest possible amount of pleasure to those sensitive lips without risking childbirth would doubtlessly be cherished by any carnal partner.

Uli’s withdrawn groans echoed lightly beyond her thighs which came to cover his long ears, yet the young man never allowed himself to slow in his manipulations. His tongue continued twisting and stretching within the tightening cavern which he was forbidden to experience otherwise, his ivory teeth occasionally scrapping that sensitive bundle of nerves that crowned this woman’s lower lips. His lightly calloused fingers continued digging themselves into the bountiful flesh of the demanding woman’s bottom, pulling her nether regions onto him even further with every passing moment.

Uli’s withdrawn groans eventually transformed into pleasured whimpers as her slightly painful grip on his dirty blonde locks became much more apparent, her squeezing thighs threatening to crush his skull. Link mercilessly continued however, slightly quickening his pace as he realized the woman was approaching her desired climax which would doubtlessly represent his efficiency. The demanding housewife groaned loudly under her breath as her legs tightened against his strong back. Her gripping hand tightened in the moment, threatening to pull his strands out by the roots. The young man closed his eyes and drank deeply of the nectar that flowed from her body, eventually finding himself pulled from between her thighs to glance up towards an extremely satisfied face.

“You have been practicing a lot with somebody else.” Uli huskily whispered as she used her vacant hand to brush some of the dripping moisture into the smoothness of her bare thighs. Her grasping digits removed themselves from his dark blonde locks and the young man slowly returned to his feet. The blushing housewife watched each passing movement with obvious admiration.

Uli then silently brought herself up from the pillowed couch and recovered her fallen clothes to quickly redress herself. She wouldn’t be leaving, she merely possessed no intentions to be pleasured again unless she retired with her husband later in the evening. Her slender hands moved to take one of the young rancher’s arms before maneuvering him to the sitting position on the comfortable couch she had been assuming moments earlier. The aggressive housewife then lowered herself to her own knees, bringing her lovely visage directly before the throbbing bulge that had formed in his slacks.

Her seductive smirk somehow became more apparent. She had received her pleasure. He would receive his own.

With diligent fingers she carefully unbuckled and removed the exterior belt before dropping it where her own discarded clothes had been moments earlier, the sheathed dagger clattering lightly against the hardwood floors. She then proceeded to remove the dyed waist leathers that were commonly worn by her husband when he ventured into the forest, essentially designed for protecting the vulnerable abdomen. The young rancher had apparently recognized the applications of this simple device towards combating those commonly rebellious goats that sometimes attempted to escape. She completed her preparations in unlacing his slacks and pushing them down, his throbbing manhood springing up and almost making contact with her chin.

The aggressive housewife smirked with obvious desire as she admired the young rancher’s eight inches of thickened manhood which was standing and pulsating so deliciously before her. Uli anxiously brought her moistened tongue across her hungry lips which were more than prepared to utterly satisfy this wonderful creature that proudly stood before her. The powerful organ seemed to pulsate even faster as she calmly wrapped one of her smooth palms around the young rancher’s shaft. Her partner’s breathing becoming more apparent as she rested her hands around the hilt of his groin and then proceeded to bring those soft lips around the sensitive head.

Link groaned as the insatiable woman proceeded to suckle and taste the tip of his throbbing erection. Each movement of her moist tongue was deliberate, her warm breath running across the hardened pillar and teasing the young man. Link gasped as her opposite hand came around the massage his unseen testacles, rubbing her across the simple material of his slacks. Her cheeks hallowed slightly as she sucked, her tongue occasionally twisting around the tapered head and striking every one of those sensitive nerves. Link could have remained sitting there allowing her to go on and do nothing more, suckling that one inch until his endurance was finally drained. He understood that this wasn’t going to be happening though, his senior partner wanted to practice her own technique and clearly enjoyed torturing the younger man.

Several inches slowly vanished into her moist chamber, reveling in the young rancher’s pleasured groans as she accepted his commendable manhood. Her tongue bathed the hardened member in gleaming saliva as she sucked the rancher’s engorged member. Her seductive eyes glanced up toward his own as she slowly consumed every pulsating inch, her fingertips teasing his unseen pouch through his slacks. There was some expected difficulty as the probing invader reached the back of her throat, but through sheer force of will the engorged member was allowed to scrape across her tonsils.

Link breathed heavily as he witnessed the majority of his length vanish into Uli’s talented mouth. The warmth of her mouth bathed him in the utmost pleasure while her teasing tongue added to the moment. The tightness of her gullet around the head threatened to drive him insane, one hand clawing into the cushion as his unique teacher prepared to resume pressing forward. Those seductive hazel eyes were never removed from his own, that endless upward glance never fading even as the lusty housewife continued working the evidence of his carnal desire.

Link could almost feel the woman battling her natural reflexes that clamped down around the swollen girth of his manhood. The intense heat and wetness of her moist chamber clouded rational thought and brought the most primitive instincts to the surface. The pressure was festering in his loins, becoming even greater as she pulled herself back and then drove herself forward like clockwork. He found his resolve diminishing in large portions every single time her soft lips were brought to press against his powerful hips. The sight of her smooth lips pressing against the small amount of blonde strands was overwhelming and his impatience became even more apparent whenever she spontaneously choked against his sunken manhood. Link’s instincts took over as one hand moved into her long blonde strands, relaxing there as she resumed her own mastered practice.

The overall process continued for several more minutes before the housewife recognized the quickening pulse within the young rancher’s manhood. Uli’s movements and technique slowed noticeably as she carefully removed herself from the throbbing manmeat, exciting another groan from her partner as his impatient girth was dragged across her tonsils a second time. The housewife smirked seductively as the proud erection stood before her soaked in her saliva and throbbing aggressively, practically demanding release.

“You’ve been with her recently, haven’t you?” Uli suddenly questioned him, licking her slender lips and pointing out that she had recognized the familiar taste of another female upon him. Link breath became caught in his throat and his blood seemed to boil for those precious few moments as his memories of his previous encounter with Ilia came flooding back hard. The young rancher was somewhat relieved that she couldn’t have known who his escapades involved, but somehow knew there might be some chance that she could figure it out. The beautiful woman’s ingenuity and resourcefulness was frightening sometimes.

Uli chuckled as his expression told her everything she needed to know and decided against pushing the matter, feeling opposed to leaving her student in such discomfort. Reaching over her head she proceeded to remove her common beige tunic which had served to conceal her healthy and delicious mounds. The older woman’s naturally proportioned breasts had always been impressive, doubtlessly growing further following her pregnancy. Despite nursing her earliest child, her breasts remained perfectly proportioned and hardly garnered the need for any manner of support. Her extensive knowledge of the various herbal materials that could be scavenged around the southern forest probably had some involvement with her ability to remain so physically impressive.

The young man remained seated on that pillowed couch with his erection standing proudly when the housewife suddenly pulled his powerful hips forward and forced him to slouch. She then proceeded to run her saliva slicked tongue up and down the throbbing shaft before pulling back and scooting herself even closer to the couch. She then leaned forward with her magnificent breasts in her hands and brought them to embrace her pulsating prize without another moment of hesitation.

Link groaned loudly as his throbbing endowment was suddenly smothered between her delicious mounds, the heated embrace rocking whatever remained of his resolve. His strong hips instinctively began thrusting upwards against the resistance created by her warm mounds, stabbing upwards through her wondrous cleavage. She responded by wrapping her lips around the sensitive head once again. Uli’s talented tongue lapping across the slit that had been dripping with precum, intent on driving the young man over the edge. Those delicious mounds were raised and lowered against his throbbing shaft while she continued sucking delightfully, never allowing any of the pressure to fade from the hot-blooded young man. Several moments passed before she recognized the hyperventilating and the expression that suddenly adorned his face.

“Uli!” Link groaned through the numbness that had suddenly overtaken his lower regions, the woman smirking deviously before deciding to finish off her younger partner. She squeezed her breasts around the member with an enormous amount of pressure before pulling them from the throbbing member. Link gasped as one of her hands was pressed against his chest and those delicious mounds were replaced with the remaining hand. Her soft lips vacated the sensitive head and she began pumping him slowly, her hazel eyes looking up towards his own cerulean ones before she smirked and winked seductively.

This simple gesture pushed the young man beyond his limits, exciting an enraptured groan as his climax overtook him. His trimmed torso became tight under her fingertips and the veins running across his manhood pulsated with heightened aggression. The housewife winced as the initial blast of his burning seed struck her left cheek, just beneath that seductive winking eye. Her smooth lips remained clamped shut and softly closed her eyes softly as several more streams streaked across her lovely features. Several droplets of the white liquid dripped down her chin to collect on her breasts, her opposite hand responded by moving under her chin to prevent any from landing on the carpet. Several moments passed before she released him and his climax was brought to an ending. Uli found herself most surprised, being left looking eerily beautiful beneath the layers of burning seed and dripping sweat.

Link found himself completely relieved and wordlessly concealed his softening erection back behind his slacks as the housewife brought herself to her feet. Uli silently proceeded to soak a washcloth before cleaning the evidence of their activities from her features, ensuring that there wouldn’t be anything left for anyone to be suspicious about. The young rancher seemed to give particular attention to her as she cleared the white droplets from her ample breasts. She would probably be cleaning the washcloth alongside the other clothes sometime that afternoon, nobody would suspect anything from the common white cloth.

“You were with somebody so recently and you reproduce that much?” Uli questioned almost surprised, realizing exactly how long ago their last encounter was. “Your developments since last time have been most impressive.”

“Thanks, Uli.” he breathed as he brought his leathers and dagger belt around his waist again, casually watching the housewife redress herself before seating herself on the couch. Should anybody have somehow seen beyond the closed curtains they would have probably assumed they were having an everyday conversation. However, seeing the beautiful woman bring one arm over her guest’s shoulders would have raised some eyebrows around the village.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me who?” she questioned, pushing the subject once more. She obviously possessed her own suspicions which she was probably dying to confirm.

“You’re probably planning to punch me in the face when I do.” Link chuckled, having learned rather swiftly from both this woman and her husband to never question or violate the guidelines of the experienced master. Kissing and telling would have most definitely been one of those violations.

“Perhaps you’re correct.” Uli chuckled, having overstepped her own guidelines which she had thoroughly drilled into the young man when she was teaching him normally. She couldn’t have tolerated him becoming one of those arrogant morons that collected women like trophies and then bragged about his accomplishments. She didn’t possess any doubts that her husband’s apprentice would have many women before finally finding whomever would complete his existence. Uli just couldn’t have watched him become a degenerate whilst doing it.

“Our relationship isn’t anything we want gossip spread about.” the young rancher defended himself. “To answer your real question there is nothing passionately romantic outside of our encounters, rest assured nobody has branded me.”

“How disappointing.” Uli’s saucy smirk vanished into a genuine smile as she inhaled deeply. “Although one probably shouldn’t be expecting somebody such as yourself to be settling down anytime soon. Neither me nor your mentor ever anticipated having children until we found ourselves drawn into the villages of the southern forests. We’re actually trying to get started on another one.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Link questioned rather confused, his blush most apparent. Uli chuckled in response before leaning back into the pillowed couch once again, her hands resting upon her taunt stomach while her eyes glanced towards him.

“You’ll probably go through many relationships and several encounters before you come across that one person that makes your life seem complete. Of course, my words are spawned from the experiences of others and myself, you probably shouldn’t worry too much about it.” Uli chuckled before reaching down and removing an interesting looking fishing rod from where it had been leaning against the couch. It appeared to meet all the standard requirements and remained somewhat unpolished, although the craftsmanship appeared to be on the same level as those fishing rods that were carried by Sera’s Sundries.

“Rusl and Colin made this for you hoping that you would join them when they go fishing next month.” she chuckled as he took the fishing rod having never really used one of his own before “They were going to invite you once you returned from the northern kingdom. However, you would probably do better to begin practicing now considering your lacking experience, otherwise you’ll probably be going hungry.”

“Thanks Uli.” Link breathed as he brought himself to his feet prepared to leave the small family’s dwelling. Holding the fishing rod he suddenly remembered seeing a rather familiar feline sitting upon the edge of the river earlier apparently attempting to capture one of the tantalizing fish. He remembered his promise to obtain the slingshot, he remembered the owner’s depression over the missing furball and his own promise from earlier. He smiled lightly “Actually, this might be the perfect time to get in some practice. Have a good day, Uli.”

“I do believe I already have.” she chuckled before waving softly. “Good day, Link.”

The front door closed and the housewife leaned back into the pillowed couch, still feeling the passionate heat that radiated from their earlier actions clouding around the living room. The passing breeze would remove the smell from the room when she opened the windows and drew back the curtains and that washcloth would go in her laundry later in the afternoon. The housewife remained silent for several moments as she passed everybody in the southern village that could have possibly been compatible with the young man. The choices were somewhat limited considering his profound sense of respect for existing relationships, however the possible choices were very few and one stood out in particular that couldn’t have been easily overlooked.

“Ilia.” Uli whispered as she licked her lips. “It couldn’t be anybody else.”

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Author’s Commentary: Redesigning the protagonist’s hometown was essentially an outright stab towards realism considering that places in the Legend of Zelda such as Ordon Village and Outset Island probably couldn’t survive with such an pathetic population. Although nobody will be created and introduced strictly for this story, the presence of an extensive community seemed somewhat necessary.

The ages of the village children were also manipulated considering their behavior throughout the game, especially the inevitable merchant. I’ve also boosted the ages considering that there is a very high possibility that Beth might want to prove her maturity to the young rancher. Perhaps Beth and Luda will want to reward Colin following his shining moments of heroism later in the actual story. Let me know what you guys think of this.

My inspiration for having Link and Uli together was the obvious connection that they share, considering she is the spouse of the amateur swordsman’s teacher and mentor. Although there have been others that have established that this minor character might be pregnant with the child of the young hero, I couldn’t follow in the same footsteps. Perhaps one of the earliest decisions was removing the whole pregnancy factor from Uli’s character, being rewritten as currently attempting to become pregnant with another child.

In attempting to retain the unshakable morals that are typically associated with Link’s character, I couldn’t place him in a scenario in which he was completely betraying the relationship between himself and his mentor. Unlike other stories that pair these two characters sexually, Rusl and Uli are happily married and have been attempting to conceive another child for some time. I wanted to establish a unique manner of relationship between them.

Perhaps the majority of this chapter seems to revolve more around the original background I am building the eventual hero, which was necessary for my personal needs. I wanted to establish that he went through some manner of horrible scenario that essentially inspired him to completely understand the universe of combat. Essentially he experienced drawing blood long before Twilight Princess, which explains how he is capable of tackling his earliest opponents from the beginning. He might be an amateur in swordsmanship, but he is more than prepared to defend himself and others when it becomes necessary.

The nameless young woman who fought alongside the young swordsman and later claimed his virginity will be returning sometime later in her own dedicated chapter. She is an original character designed to replicate one of the more popular series characters that wasn’t redesigned for the Wind Waker or Twilight Princess. You’d probably recognized from her description when that time comes around.

Anyway, back to Link and Uli.

With their entire sexual relationship revolving completely around oral stimulation, Link and Uli have never had sexual intercourse with one another as neither would ever commit such a betrayal. Uli professionally instructed Link on the barest of basics before curiosity grasped both of them and they continued this routine almost out of habit. Uli is one of those wonderful women who receives pleasure by pleasuring others, obviously making her personal demands of her devoted husband at some later time.

The bottom line is simple, Link and Uli share another unique friendship similar to the relationship Link possesses with Ilia, although the unique aspects exist to a much lesser degree. Link wouldn’t have expected anything from Uli had she not spoken up, she owns their sexual relationship and could easily sever it when she decides. I am actually contemplating some later chapter or separate writing to be completely devoted towards these two, although nothing has been decided yet.

I suppose my primary reason for going to such effort was my great appreciation of Rusl’s character, actually giving the future hero some manner of father figure. Perhaps Uli would be considered some manner of abnormality in our modern world due to my manipulations of her character, perhaps even be considered some manner of predator. But then again the police would probably sanction Tingle for prancing around in green spandex and announcing that he is a fairy.