Zelda Porn Story: Heated Twilight Chapter 6

Legend of Zelda: Majestic Twilight
Chapter 6: The Forest Guardian

Link might have been through more situations that most young people, but could have never imagined the numerous challenges which came to confront him in recent hours. His sardonic partner ordered him to secure a sword and shield before she would return them to the twilight which was slowly swallowing his homeland. It was a confusing errand considering her diminutive size and it quickly proved to be most painful to pilfer from the people he knew. The children were gone and the entire village was on the lookout for the roaming monsters involved. Their response to the wolf wandering into the village proper was quite violent and every encounter was a dagger pressing down upon his weary soul. His surrogate family, drunk on outrage and despair, came running after him shouting with violent retribution. His mentor’s fury became manifest in his gleaming broadsword and every knightly technique was brought against the wolf with bloodthirsty ambition. Link was not feeling very good by the time he went running away from his hometown and sunk into the embrace of his own depression.

It was twenty minutes later, Link found himself confronted with another mysterious apparition which had been awaiting his return to the darkness of the invading twilight. The misshapen swordsman fought to breath in the presence of the ancient spirit of the southern forest, which was often considered fictitious and mythical. The ancient specter informed the transformed swordsman about how one could wage war against the invasion and return the twilight to the evening horizon. The dwindling spirit revealed how the twilight’s anchor revolved around the stolen power of the three light spirits and would be vanquished once those missing elements were recovered. Link soon found himself armed with an ornament to capture the pilfered light and the werewolf went back into the oppressive darkness.

The transformed warrior journeyed into the deeper regions of the forest, bearing down upon the wretched monsters which roamed the twilight and the skittering insects carrying the tears of the light. The innocent inhabitants of the woodland were found as frightened spirits and often became confused when their tormentors were stomped out. The mischievous monkeys were targeted around the ancient temple, but they too were blind to the bloody wolf that strode through the thickets. The ornament was glowing as the werewolf went back to the fountain outside his hometown to drop the ornament into the sparkling spring.

The amateur swordsman was in awe as the shimmering ornament vanished into the tranquil waters and the entire province suddenly transformed around him. A comforting warmth spread out from the sacred lagoon and washed over the woodlands, purifying the flora and fauna tainted by the shadows. The monstrous invaders were stomped out no matter where they roamed and it was not long before the denizens could be heard roaring out in celebration. The glowing moonlight was soon prominent upon the woods and the world was cloaked in the familiar shadow of the starry evening horizon. The plants of the forest were returned to their emerald splendor and the surface of the spring gleamed with the moonlight and the occasional firefly. For the moment, the twilight had been stopped.

Link suddenly found himself breathing heavily, dropping backwards to sit in the weed strewn riverside. The young rancher frantically looked over his own body, relief washing over him as he touched the rough fabric of his working clothes. The silver-furred werewolf was gone, replaced by a young man with a healthy complexion and dusty blonde hair. Those trimmed claws and vicious fangs had been replaced by his mentor’s steel broadsword and the mayor’s wooden shield. The ensemble was completed by the mysterious birthmark stamped into the back of his left hand. He had been returned to normal.

“Awww! What a shame!” the young swordsman jumped in surprise as the impish creature suddenly popped back into view over the tranquil lagoon. “This place was just so beautiful under the twilight. What’s so great about the regular world anyway?”

The rancher became confused as he looked over his cynical companion and discovered that there were some dramatic changes which had occurred in just moments. The shadow imp’s body of alabaster and obsidian was now missing and an obscure mixture of floating shadows created some manner of mirror image. The stone crown possessed the same unique construction and he almost choked on his tongue as a random falling leaf passed right through her. It almost seemed that the impish creature had lost some degree of her existence and become some manner of lingering phantom. It was not something the rancher could have understood.

“What’re you starring at? See something you like?” the shadow creature suddenly snapped, summoning a vermillion blush across the swordsman’s cheeks as that one gleaming eye focused upon him. The imp smirked before reclining in mid-air. “Because you’re so interested, I’ll explain it to you. Because of my natural connection to the twilight realm, I cannot possess any manner of physical presence within your world without endangering myself. Thankfully, my connection to you will allow me to retain my spiritual presence and offer my assistance. I twist around the surrounding shadows and I am able to come before you.”

“Your connection to me?” Link’s echoed in mild suspicion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that while you’re somewhere outside of the twilight, I have the freedom to wander around your world at my leisure and without your kind noticing my presence.” Midna smiled before turning around the levitating upwards. “We’re gonna need to collect some answers before pressing forward. So, I’m going to go investigate and see exactly how much progress our enemies have going for them.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Link asked. He managed to keep himself focused and visibly serious, but he found himself mentally begging for someone to tell him what he should be doing. The sheer gravity of the situation was going to shove him into a nervous breakdown.

“How about running back to your village?” the impish creature suggested rather bluntly, another playful expression coming across her face before she turned her attention towards the moonlit horizon. “Not to pressure you, but I cannot protect you while you’re anywhere outside the twilight and my presence in your world depends upon your survival, so try not to get yourself hurt.” Link became somewhat desperate as she began breaking apart once more, vanishing from her feet to her head and winking mischievously before disappearing completely. “See you around!”

A moment passed and soon there was just the sound of the passing breeze. Link dropped back against the lush grass and starred off into the starry horizon as the silver moonlight wafted down upon him. The flora and fauna must have recognized the young swordsman as the broken man he was becoming after being pushed beyond anything he could have ever fathomed. The recent journey kept playing over in his mind and the desperate scenario loomed before him, demanding from him courage which no mortal could hope to muster. The memory of his own horrible failure was becoming a mighty burden, his mentor’s swordsmanship having proven useless during that one pivotal moment. His hometown was now crumbling and their every vicious curse was turned to the mysterious werewolf, who was the young rancher himself. His every pain and emotion catching in his throat, the young man spoke out to the goddesses above. “I could not even save my friends or stand against those wretched monsters from the wasteland. How can you expect me to wage war against such a powerful enemy?”

“You must move forward, young one.” the spirit of the light suddenly spoke to him. The oxen-shaped phantom that was Ordona now stood out over the ancient stream, bearing an authoritative voice which echoed into the night. “The twilight will continue consuming your kingdom and the innocents cannot stand by while you distress. Without the assistance of my brethren, the twilight will eventually overcome my power once again and I suspect that the master of those wretched creatures is marshaling them for another assault. You must stand against our enemy and restore my defeated brethren, without their power the entire world will descend into eternal darkness.”

“…” Link could not respond. He could not think. He could not even breathe.

The young swordsman was determined to somehow come to the rescue of the children, but believed such an achievement would have drawn upon every ounce of his courage. However, he found himself suffocated by the crushing reality of the main quest being put upon him by the impish woman and the ancient phantom. An unknown enemy now marched upon the ancient kingdom and the emissaries of the goddesses believed he could somehow stand against such an overwhelming opponent. One young man reigning triumphant over an army was outrageous and could not have been by a young rancher whose combat experience was almost nothing. He wanted nothing more than to rescue his captured friends and liberate his conquered kingdom, but the thought of such things promised nothing more than his own demise. The kindhearted spirit would not have overlooked this.

“Your ancestors were no more prepared for their own journeys when the goddesses called out to them, but there is something standing against you beyond our growing opposition.” Ordona murmured, his cryptic words becoming clearer as that booming voice echoed throughout the wilderness. “You are completely oblivious to your own heritage. You are ignorant of your own bloodline and it is such ignorance which has caused your courage and potential to be counted among the ranks of mere mortals. You cannot hope to wage war against our enemies as you are now. To you, your sword is just your weapon and your shield is just an armor plate for which to protect yourself. You would never survive your first battle against them as you are not. I cannot even allow you to leave these sacred woodlands until you come to know of your own heritage and your awakening is complete.”

The oxen-shaped spirit turned toward the ancient bridge which crossed over the river, looking deep into those unknown regions now freed from the oppressing twilight AYou must journey into the deepest part of the forest, beyond where your kingdom has drawn its boarders and beyond where your guardians would have forbid you ever set foot. Follow the soft whispers of the forest guardian and you shall uncover the sacred meadow and the answers which you have sought for so many years. Do this and when next you leave the southern forest, you will stand against the darkness as the chosen champion of the ancient kingdom. Farewell.”

Link watched as the golden spirit blinked back into the pureness of the fountain, leaving the weary rancher without anymore answers and one more important errand. The young swordsman was confused and frightened even now with the shinning broadsword and wooden shield mounted upon his strong shoulders. As the young man considered returning to his village to organize some manner of isolated offensive, a soft sound joined the serenades of the flora and fauna. Ordona wanted him to wander into the mysterious wilderness and the melodious sounds were urging him to journey into the unknown wilderness and follow it to the source. Link summoned up as much courage as he could before setting out on the journey, running across the swinging bridge and slipping into the bamboo thickets. In that moment, there was indeed nothing more important than tracking down the source.
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The young warrior would spend the next several hours running through the countless thickets of the southern wilderness, boldly journeying into some of the most unknown regions. The whispering melodies which emerged from within soon became the familiar notes of an ocarina, an instrument with which he’d been rather talented before dropping out of practice with it. The thought of meeting the masterful flautist who was playing out in the middle of nowhere was more than enough to drive him forward into the unknown. He never once considered why someone would wander out into the wilderness to toot an ocarina. He never bothered wondering how someone’s notes could echo over ten miles and somehow remain audible to the ears of the young rancher. Link’s speedy movements soon brought him to an ancient ruin which must have been abandoned several generations earlier, but the player was nowhere to be seen. He proceeded forward without further hesitation.

The young rancher’s sandals scrapped against the hillside as he descended upon the ancient ruin, touching down around the perimeter and stepping forward. The ruined structure was characterized by marble flooring and carved limestone brought from somewhere beyond the forest, but one element about the crumbling ruin brushed his heartstrings. He couldn’t discern the meaning, but there was an unknown presence which spread over him as thought he was one of few welcome to stand there. The flautist was nowhere to be seen and there were many more miles to journey, so there was nothing to be gained by pursuing the meaning further. Link collected himself and pressed forward into the southern woodlands, going many more miles before coming across something more which captured his interest.

The mysterious woodlands became thinner upon approaching an ominous cluster of trees which towered above the canopy and the young swordsman soon found himself standing in the hallowed grove. The weary wanderer found his senses assaulted by an awesome number of vibrant colors and pleasant scents which surpassed anything he could have imagined. Almost every manner of flower and bloom he’d ever seen were contained within the grove, including several fruits and herbs which were not even native to the kingdom. A narrow stream came flowing through the meadow and the moonlight shown down upon it to provide a silvery glow to the natural splendor surrounding him. Link was so impressed that he did not even notice the haunting melody until it ceased and somebody spoke up from the center of the hallowed grove.

“I see that Ordona has sent you here?”

Link corrected himself before turning toward the speaker, suddenly becoming much more interested in the beautiful guardian of the sacred forest meadow. The grove’s occupant and masterful flautist was an exotic beauty whose charm easily outclassed that of a certain sardonic shadow creature. The lonely guardian wore long emerald strands in a loose style which dropped to her narrow waist and was decorated with many blossoming flowers. Two jade-colored eyes matched up with her luxurious strands, each green gemstone conveying an auspicious comfort within them. The forest guardian was blessed with the same pointed ears as himself, one of the very few people who had received them in recent generations. The ocarina songstress wore an elaborate silk robe which was painted in the colors of the forest and flaunted her smooth legs and bare feet to the world. There was a hooded cloak of forest green thrown over one shoulder which would have protected her from the natural elements. The guardian was a slender petite young woman and the young man suspected she could not have been much more than three or four years older. He was very wrong.

The forest guardian was seated upon the stump before the simple dwelling that stood in the center of the grove. The wooden ocarina resting in her delicate hands chased away any doubts that she was the source of the haunting melody which summoned him there. The ocarina was carefully lowered to the stump before she looked up at the young rancher, watching him for several moments before standing and stepping forward. The emerald haired guardian stood around one foot shorter, but boasted a soothing and almost motherly presence as she came closer to him. The passing breeze of the meadow was even crisper and the scent of the blossoms even more prominent as she came to stand before him. It was a couple seconds before she smile. “You haven’t the slightest idea why Ordona sent you to me. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Ordona mentioned something about my ancestors…” Link managed to respond, his attention slowly turning more toward the ground than the ravishing guardian. “…It doesn’t make much sense. I’ve been living on my own since before I can remember and my parents have become one of the village’s biggest mysteries. I wouldn’t know about any ancestors.”

“Those answers are mine to provide, Link.” the tortured swordsman was surprised when she took his chin and forced his sapphire eyes to look back into her own emerald gemstones. There was an almost comforting energy present within those crisp green eyes that seemed eerily familiar to the young warrior. Feeling confident that she now possessed his undivided attention, she turned away and returned to the stump where she recovered her instrument and sat back down. The green goddess pointed to the stone emblem which sat out before her humble dwelling. Link stepped forward onto the ancient stone seal and stopped with another gesture. Link planted himself where he stood and awaited the immediate future, knowing that there really weren’t too many options available to him.

The tension became overwhelming as the ocarina moved to slender lips and talented fingertips began hovering over the proper holes of the popular instrument. An ancient melody whispered through the sacred meadow, seeming to echo across the landscape before vanishing into the woodlands of the southern province. The strange melody was similar to several lullabies he’d heard during his childhood, but there was something otherworldly about how the forest guardian performed it. These suspicions were confirmed as the stone emblem began glowing under his sandals, the runes becoming warm against his bare toes. Link stood his ground as the glowing light moved across his body, covering everything from his rugged clothing to his wind tossed blonde strands. He was shocked as the wind suddenly brushed across his back backside. His clothing had been stripped away under the veil of golden light. It was in that moment that molding pressure and unfamiliar weight materialized across his work-toned body. The amateur swordsman was confused and cautious, but somehow understood that every question would be answered the moment the forest guardian stopped playing.

The golden light vanished as the ending notes of the melody echoed across the horizon and the village rancher found the immortal looking upon him with an expression of fondness. A moment passed before his own eyes were drawn to the unfamiliar clothing and equipment which now adorned his trimmed frame. The deep emerald tunic stood out as the dominate article of the strange inheritance, underlined with brushed chainmail and a long-sleeved garment. The remainder of his body was concealed beneath sand-colored breeches and sturdy traveling boots which could have walked the entire world without loosening up. His mentor’s broadsword was now sheathed over one shoulder by the dark leather shoulder strap. The wooden shield was hooked onto the scabbard and was there for his opposite arm. The leather belt which looped around his torso was stocked with many empty pouches and was designed to make harsh journeys much less troublesome. His forearms were wrapped in protective leather gauntlets and fingerless gloves which served to provide passive support to his swordsmanship. The ensemble was completed by an odd cap which grasped tightly to his cranium and dipped down over the subtle ridges of his backbone. Link was even more confused upon remembering how the outfit was present in an oil painting which hung in the mayor’s trophy room. It was an antique portrait of an unknown warrior bowing before a unique broadsword of blue and silver stabbed down into a stone.

“Take a moment to behold your awakened form and understand your destiny.” the forest guardian preached as she stepped away from her humble dwelling. She stepped around him casually, playing one hand across his shoulders before resting one of them on the pommel of the sword. Link would have normally been wary over the sudden amount of contact, but was much more concerned with the unique clothing he was now wearing. The forest guardian gave another smile before coming around the stand before him, her delicate hands pressing softly into the fabric of the tunic. “The green tunic which you now wear once belonged to one of your ancestors, one of the greatest knights your kingdom has ever known. The golden symbol of the three goddesses was engraved upon your hand many months before you were freed from your mother’s womb. That emblem is the ultimate proof that you were chosen by the goddesses to stand against any opponent which might come to our world. You every experience and adventure was designed to shape you into a young man worthy of your bloodline, right down to the name which you share with your ancestor. You are our champion, Link.”

There was an intensive silence between them as the awakened swordsman pondered over the myriad of information which was finally being given to him. Link found that the answers just made some questions stand out even more than other and was soon looking back to the guardian for more. I was in an instant that the complete confusion which adorned his handsome features was replaced by one of underlying distress. Link wanted to compose himself before the emerald flautist, but his confusion and frustration could not have been more obvious. “I know what you’re saying, but there is so much more you must help me to understand.”

“Let me know your concerns. I shall answer to the best of my ability.” the forest guardian whispered, somewhat surprised by the young man’s impatience.

“I’ve spent many nights kept awake by missing memories. I’ve lost so much time musing over my origins, my parents and my reasons for being abandoned out here in the provinces. In spite of my best efforts, I have never found anything beyond more questions to plague my mind.” Link’s confession seemed to become even more emotional as his cheeks reddened and moisture appeared in the corners of his blue eyes. He was not weak with his own emotions and would not cry before her, but it was just too much to absorb without the passive release. He brushed the droplets away with a couple heavy breaths, wanting to ease the burden before speaking again. “What in the world could have possessed them to abandon me out in the southern provinces without leaving me even one clue to my heritage? Should there not have been someone to explain my bloodline or prepare me for whatever crisis that might have come to befall the kingdom? What good am I out here in the sticks?”

The forest guardian was overcome with sympathy as the young warrior panicked over his origins. It took a great measure of willpower to keep her own tears from coming out in the wake of the young man’s growing distress. Link kept going with a stream of concerns, his voice echoing with the same wounded emotion she knew from so many years before. “Was there something wrong with me? Were my parents ashamed of the bloodline? Was there some complication to my conception? Am I the shunned offspring from some meaningless affair? Am I some manner of an expendable commodity, some desperate last resort to be hidden away and forgotten unless a serious threat comes forward to justify my existence?”

Link went silent long enough to brush one hand across his crimson cheeks, swatting away the angry tears which came forward under so much emotion. The emerald sage could not have understood that suffering any better. There could not have been many people that could have written off being abandoned in one of the proud kingdom’s most backwater provinces. The simple thought that the grand purpose of his very existence had been concealed from him must have come across as the worst kind of treachery. The forest flautist was reminded of another warrior she been very close to during her earliest decades, before becoming the immortal who watched over the Lost Woods. She knew that coming to an understanding about his bloodline, heritage and destiny wouldn’t come overnight and would present many hardship which the commoners could not even imagine. However, there was something present which could never have been found in those spoiled bastards that were privileged enough to be brought up with such knowledge. Link was most surprised when the exotic beauty suddenly stepped up and embraced him.

“Believe me, Link. You’ve suffered no betrayal by your own blood.” the immortal whispered, never realizing that the sudden pressure of her beautiful body pressing up against his own caught him off-guard. A moment passed and neither one of them seemed prepared to move. The emerald guardian pressed her forehead against his shoulder as she chose to reveal so much more of his secret origins than originally intended. “Your bloodline is not an expendable commodity, but there would be no greater betrayal than to pressure somebody to stand against a threat that might never come during their lifetime. Since the very beginning and keeping to very strict tradition, the members of your bloodline have been unknown to anyone and everyone. The chosen ones of your bloodline have been allowed to move through their lives without the ever present pressure of their own destiny. The three goddesses ensure that there are guardians and mentors to prepare them, much like your own mentors have taught you the ways of swordsmanship, horsemanship and forestry. However, one of your ancestors went against the traditions of the bloodline and almost ruined it.”

“What do you mean?” the awakened swordsman asked, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Your grandfather discovered his connection to the mysterious swordsman who stepped forward and exposed the evil king of the western wasteland over three hundred years ago. He was a common merchant who should have honored the tradition and never spoken of the matter, but the man’s arrogance soon brought the bloodline back into the limelight. Your grandparents and their children built an unworthy reputation for their family, using your ancestor’s achievements as the foundation. They never put forth their own effort and believed that their presence alone would be enough to sway those bearing daggers against the royal family.” the forest guardian’s voice was dripping with contempt. Link prepared himself for the disastrous revelations that her voice seemed to promise. “There was an attempted insurrection amongst the military seventeen years ago and the tyrannical general behind it had the majority of the bloodline assassinated. The protection and blessings of the goddesses couldn’t have protected them after becoming so renowned amongst the kingdom. It was obvious that their deaths would have seemed necessary to anyone wanting to conquer the ancient kingdom and being so exposed, they were some of the earliest targets.”

“…What about my parents?” Link whispered.

“Your father…” the exotic beauty’s voice promised bad news. “He was a valiant young man who respected and honored the legendary bloodline and was the sole member who chose to become a knight and not live in the lap of luxury. The majority of the family refused to stand up for the royal family and went running. The lot of them were struck down by the enemy soldiers and contracted mercenaries, not one of them did anything more than beg and bribe. Your father was there when the general made his move against the royal family and attacked the throne room during a meeting with the Gorons of Death Mountain. There were three other knights with him, one of them ran away and two of them were crooked. Your father stood in the doorway against over twenty men to protect the future of the kingdom. The general was on his own by the time the last soldier dropped. You father was slain when the coward tossed a dagger intended for the king.” A tear dripped down her cheek. “He died a hero.”

“General Lyons.” Link remembered enough about the era in which he was born. “The bastard was sentenced to the worst punishment and banished into the infinite darkness. It is good that my father can be held in esteem.”

“Your mother…” the beautiful guardian gripped him slightly in that moment. “Your mother managed to survive the massacre and brought her newborn away from the kingdom, delivering him into the care of loyal friends that were journeying into the southern provinces. You were entrusted to your hometown, where you were hidden away by those wanting to stomp out the bloodline that protects our world. Your mother might be alive in another province beyond my own, but the poor woman could not have stayed by your side without being discovered. You must understand, Link. Once the insurrection was crushed, it would have been a threat to allow her to return to you. It was necessary to protect the bloodline and resume the tradition of your bloodline so you could grow up unknown and unburdened.”

“Farore…” Link whispered. It was just too much.

The guardian chuckled softly as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. “Indeed, the circumstances which brought you into these woodlands and your own childhood are quite similar to the young warrior who stood against the evil king so many years ago.”

“You knew one of my ancestors?” Link whispered, the revelation leaping from his mouth the moment his mind made the connection between the emerald woman and the mysterious savior. “You are one of the forest children, aren’t you.”

“Yes, I am. Your ancestor knew me as Saria, one of the immortal children who inhabited these woods before the migration of the kingdom forced us to move even further into the woodlands.” The exotic beauty whispered, softly clutching the ancient tunic and burying the accursed tears which were moving down to frame her pleasant smile. “I loved him beyond what most can imagine. I would have sacrificed anything and gone on any journey to have been with him, but such things were not written into our destinies. His many adventures carried him beyond the boundaries of the ancient kingdom and beyond where I could have ever chased him.”

“I’m sorry.” The young swordsman whispered, showing sympathy upon seeing so much raw emotion bleeding out from the beautiful immortal. She might have spent centuries serving some greater good, but Saria was denied the one thing that she could have ever wanted. “My mentor often claims that Destiny was born from Fate and Fortune, two elements that must work hand in hand for several people. Too many destinies are made from more of one than the other.”

The forest guardian nodded softly at the words of wisdom. Her face pressed softly against the young man’s shoulder and her small hands tugged at the emerald jerkin as though parting with it was going to be painful. Link placed one hand down against her waist, wishing there was something he could do to ease the despair brought by the memories of his ancestor. Link went silent as Saria took one of his gloved hands and moved it up to one of her burning cheeks. She closed her eyes with the most pleasant smile. “You know, it has never been uncommon for your bloodline to go through many relationships before finding that one someone who was worthy of them. I believe that we would have given everything to one another, but I could not bring myself to challenge someone who gave him so much happiness. I am more often pleased that I did not make such a mistake, but romance is hard no matter who you are.”

“Yeah…” Link’s mind went back to the friendships and relationships that stood out in his own life. The choice between them often proved to be extremely difficult. It was not limited to just his childhood friend or the mysterious huntress that traveled alongside him during that one fateful journey. It was just about every woman whose company he was keeping in recent days, not counting one snarky shadow creature who’d forced her partnership upon him. Link grimaced over his own romantic problems. “I’m beginning to doubt it will be anything simple.”

“I suppose there are times when everyone must expect to make hard choices.” Saria murmured before looking up at the young warrior, those emerald eyes burning into his own with deep passion that most would have melted most men. AIt does not mean we cannot compromise for some small ember of happiness.”

“Saria…” Link whispered, becoming wordless in his honest attempt to comfort the beautiful immortal, even as she moved forward to cover his mouth in a passionate kiss. In that tense moment, the young swordsman could not bring himself to deny the daughter of the wood and was soon responding to her advances. Her bent down just enough to meet
the petite woman, his tongue joining hers in the moist dance and exploring her open mouth for several blissful moments. Her slender hands soon moved up around his neck, pulling him down along with her to the lush grass of the meadow. She was soon reclining on the fertile ground and the awakened champion was leaning over her, his hands running across her feminine curves as they broke away from the passionate kiss. An intense gazing session occurred between them as they unconsciously sized up one another in such an awkward position. It was broken when Saria moved one hand around the shoulder belt and pulled Link down on top of her, her opposite hand brushing down the iconic tunic as she grinned up at him.

“Are you sure about this, Saria?” Link whispered, so much more surprised than concerned.

“You could not imagine how many years it has been.” the gorgeous guardian whispered against his neck, another emotional smile crossing her features as emerald and sapphire eyes gazed into one another. “And I believe we have both gone through enough to deserve some relief.”

One delicate hand moved down to release the yellow sash wrapped around her emerald robes, moving seductively slow as she opened the garment to reveal more of her beautiful body. Link looked over her perfect breasts and trimmed abdomen for several moments, obsessively drinking in the vision of her natural splendor. Her ample breasts were obviously smaller than those of a certain naughty housewife, but were perfectly proportioned and vibrant from eternal youth. Her could hear his own heartbeat as one of his gloved hand moved over one of the bouncy mounds and squeezing softly of the firmness. It was stunning to know just how ancient she was supposed to be and this forest daughter was one of the ancient elemental guardians. It was just a breath away from being with one of the goddesses. He was not drawn away into thought however as his opposite hand slipped down between her thighs.

Saria’s pleasured breathing built up on the intoxicating atmosphere as her hands moved against his chest and one knee moved to be pressed up against his throbbing groin. The emerald flautist gave one more knowing grin before pulling him down so she could kiss at his neck. Link quickly came to an understanding that while her body did not come close to meeting her age, her mind would have been growing for centuries. There was suddenly no question that she knew more about such steamy moments than every woman he had been with pulled together. Hell, she probably knew more than anyone he could have even known who was not also an immortal blessed by the three goddesses. It was almost frightening as one emerald eye looked up into one of his own and winked seductively.

“I knew you would know how to please me.” The immortal whispered into one of his ears, her voice trembling as two rough fingers ran up and down across her moist pedals. “This might be our first time meeting, but I’ve been watching over you ever since you were brought into my provinces so many years ago. I’ve witnessed your every grueling experience and triumphant accomplishment. Your most recent escapades have been rather stimulating.”

“Uh…” Link stumbled to speak through his blushing cheeks, but Saria refused to hear anything more as she pulled him down into one more passionate kiss. He quickly became more confident and his curious hands resumed exploring her magnificent body, but never once broke away from the emotional exchange. The young man’s excitement became obvious as he began to unwittingly ground against her moist regions through the rough breeches. The lonely guardian moaned into his mouth as his hands gave a soft massage to her perfect breasts. His strong hands brought consistent pleasure upon her pillowed mounds, while the occasional tease of her sensitive nipples made her jump up against him. Going with the flow of his natural instincts, the young warrior was ignorant to the fact he was performing with sexual expertise vastly superior to his own. There was something eerily familiar in that moment, an unknown energy which became present as he worked to please the graceful beauty before him. The forest guardian had never planned on telling her younger partner, but there were many natural abilities and instincts to his heroic bloodline than just unwavering courage.

You would never find one of the awakened champions with a bored partner.

The emerald haired immortal breathed heavily as she languished beneath the awakened warrior, whimpering and moaning as his fingertips moved between her breasts and abdomen. It was several minutes before she decided that their positions would be changed and shifted her weight accordingly, becoming most surprised when he responded and kept her pinned to the ground. A moment passed and a proud smile confidence appeared on his visage. She returned the gesture before throwing herself up against him with much more aggression. Their childish struggle to capture authority over one another soon caused both of them to go tumbling down into the flowery meadow. The forest guardian and the young champion were laughing the entire way. They soon stopped rolling when they came into the collection of delicate white flowers surrounding the bottom of the humble dwelling. A shower of those ivory pedals were sent into the passing breeze as the emerald guardian came up on top and roughly slammed the younger man down into the ground, those slender hands grasping the collar of the emerald jerkin.

Passion was burning within Link as Saria wrapped those beautiful thighs around his muscular abdomen, both of them smiling upon one another as the moment drove them forward. Those ample breasts were crushed against the young swordsman’s chest as the immortal began one more passionate kiss, her gentle hands wrapping around his neck in the moment. Link’s gloved hands roamed down to grasp her firm buttocks as their tongues began the same intense and timeless waltz, but both were surprised as their passion suddenly flared. The pressure became much more prevalent as their mouths and tongues explored one another, their salvia mixing and dripping down from between their lips during the heated wrestling match. Saria raised herself above him as their kiss was slowly broken, her emerald gemstones almost glaring at his clothing as she reached to the shoulder strap.

The sturdy broadsword and wooden shield were quickly released and tossed away with some assistance from her young champion. The satchel belt which wrapped around his abdomen followed in the next few seconds. Removing such cumbersome equipment allowed him to rest much more comfortably against the ground while openly admiring the immortal splendor before him. The forest guardian looked upon the newest knight of the bloodline, regretting that such an encounter would be under so many constraints. She understood that time was of the essence and that she could not have kept him for her own desires without somehow putting the kingdom in jeopardy. Her fingertips scrapped down the thick material of the deep green tunic before looking deeply into those beautiful sapphire eyes. There was so much present within him that could not have been found by that wonderful warrior she’d known so many generations earlier. This young mortal, the newest Link, couldn’t have been expected to understand these feelings and wouldn’t until his destiny brought him before the one who would own him in body, mind, heart and soul.

Suddenly lost in her musings and with those strong arms around her buttocks, Link took advantage of the moment and impulsively drew her body toward him. Saria was taken aback when she was suddenly dragged forward and his mouth and tongue dove into the moist pedals she’d been openly displaying. She moaned out into the forest as the young man licked up the sweet nectar dripping from her pink maidenhood. The movements of his tongue were done with polished technique acquired in recent months, one which was just as pleasurable as it was torturous. Saria was breathing heavily when she dropped one hand into his dirty blonde locks, drawing him even deeper into her sweetbreads. Her opposite quickly moved down, two fingers spreading open her sweet pedals for his tongue. Link relaxed and enjoyed her natural sweetness for several minutes before she suddenly tugged his hair, giving him a look that ordered him to stop. “I don’t want to waste too much time on foreplay.”

The forest guardian pressed one hand against his chest before crawling from his abdomen, wordlessly ordering him to remain there in the white flowers. The eternal beauty ventured down to the throbbing excitement which had been straining against the traveling breeches since the discussion of his destiny ceased. Her pleasant smile became almost predatory as she unbuttoned the wayfarer’s slacks and proceeded to release the tightened laces just beneath it. Link gasped slightly as her slender hands dragged out his throbbing erection. An expression of approval came crossing over the heavenly features of the emerald flautist. Those moments shared with both Ilia and Uli brought several thoughts to mind about where the teasing immortal was going, but she managed to surprise him once more. Within moments she was back to straddling his powerful abdomen, her palms pressing down against his chest as his proud erection was tempted by her buttocks.

The young warrior watched the beautiful guardian with astonishment as she looked him over, seeming to be enjoying the dominion she currently wielded over him. He wouldn’t argue against her authority within this hallowed grove and was convinced that she could do whatever she pleased after so many years of going untouched. The delicate cloak which draped down over her silken robes went flying away to join his sword and shield before she positioned herself over his throbbing excitement. Her mouth dropped open, breathing deeply and haggardly as she lowered herself upon the young rancher’s throbbing length. It was quite embarrassing, but her beautiful body had become rather sensitive over the last several generations. Link groaned as the mind blowing tightness of her dripping corridor embraced his throbbing excitement, every pleasurable sensation mounting upon one another. The young rancher could withstand an arrogant young ox trying to trample him, but he found himself utterly paralyzed by the vision of the ancient sage.

“Mmmm…” Saria moaned as she slowly swallowed his manhood into herself, leaning back and looking up into the evening horizon as she savored every sensation. She soon started churning herself around the piercing phallus which seemed to go deeper and spread her wider than his legendary ancestor, if only by just a little. The young rancher responded by moving his hands around her slender waist, using the resulting leverage and pushing himself even deeper into her dripping passage. Her smaller hands moved down against his chest as they moved together, pushing herself up and dropping down in an uneven tempo. Their gemstone eyes of sapphire and emerald met one another, but neither said anything as they melded into their romantic union.

The moment could not have been more perfect for the ancient guardian as she graciously offered herself to her younger champion. The experience brought back memories which had become obscure over the passing generations, memories of when she had fought to make that doomed relationship work. Link couldn’t have known that his renowned ancestor had been in the same position before leaving the ancient kingdom with the woman that made him whole. Saria might have lost her beloved during those younger years, but she was not the least bit ashamed having this young man on the night of his awakening. She utterly reveled in every sensation that whipped through her body, moaning loudly as her lover thrust upwards into her narrow passage. The passion of the moment burned so brightly that her patience totally shattered, her movements suddenly becoming much more aggressive. It was not much longer before her body was rocked by an early climax.

The forest guardian went tight in that heated moment. Her fingernails dug softly into the emerald tunic as she leaned forward over the young warrior. Her turquoise strands created silken curtains around her passion glazed eyes and her delicate garment clinging lazily around her forearms. Her mouth opened to scream out but barely managed the softest whimpers and enraptured moans. The numbness soon brought her to fall forward against her lover, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he kept on moving inside her, dragging out every pleasurable sensation. Link whispered softly against her neck as she moaned out, her unwanted abstinence having made every touch extremely potent. It was amazing that any man could have been so gentle and patient even after her climax when most would have immediately turned to their own needs. It was no surprise that the bloodline bred the amazing.

“Oh, Link!” Saria moaned as her nectars dripped down her thighs, soaking the young warrior’s throbbing length as he carefully pulled himself loose from her clamping nether regions. Link wrapped his arms around her slender frame and laid there for several minutes, allowing the moment to cool before making his own move for dominance. The forest guardian jumped when her champion suddenly moved up against her, coming up into a seated position and holding her out over the gentle flowers they’d been laying on. An approving glint flashed across those emerald gemstones as she snapped her arms around his neck. AI wouldn’t want you to leave so soon.”

“You’re beautiful, Saria.” Link whispered back before kissing her deeply, never once halting the exchange as he carefully lowered her down onto the sheer white flowers that surrounded them. The loosened emerald robes of the forest guardian draped across the natural mattress of crisp grass and ivory flowers, pedals of white fluttering around the meadow in the moment. One hand moved up to Link’s cheek as she deepened the longing kiss, another grabbing his collar and pulling him down against her. His strong hands moved back to her breasts, squeezing and massaging the tempting mounds throughout the duration of their kiss. Saria leaned back against the flowers as they separated from one another, a small smile of contentment gracing her features before she welcomed him to take her. Those beautiful legs spread open before him, two delicate fingers moving down to open the silken pedals that concealed her cherry blossom passage.

AI want you to make me feel it again. Show to me once more than you are our son of the bloodline.” The stunning immortal demanded. Link quickly moved his hands to her slender waist and pulled her against him, his throbbing erection rubbing up against her moist nether regions. Saria moaned softly as her lover’s manhood pushed before those silken pedals, passing through the threshold and slowly filling her narrow passage. Her right hand was tight around his collar, her grasp twisting around even more of the material as the wearer began rocking her back and forth against his rigid excitement. Her opposite hand squeezed and manipulated one of her own breasts, adding to the sensations of fullness and friction that were brought about by their union.

“Just how much have you seen, Saria?” Link whispered suddenly, wanting to know exactly how much the forest guardian had seen when it came down to the most personal episodes of his existence. Her response was the most pleased-looking smile which urged him to thrust even deeper into the beautiful immortal maiden. Her narrow corridor was dripping with her passion and her inner sanctum was calling out for his own warmth. She was not sure many times had she been watching Link and Ilia’s naughty escapades, often slipping away into the underbrush when he looked around for some unseen eavesdropper.

“I’ve seen enough to know you are going to be no different from your ancestors.” the beautiful creature moaned as she was softly rocked against the ivory flowerbed. One gloved hand moved over one of her breasts and one of her own hands clamped down on top of it, right over her throbbing heart. “You are going to meet many lovers looking for that one person you are destined to be with, but you will often be important when it comes to helping them discover their own happiness.”

“Nayru…” Link suddenly gasped as the immortal’s smooth legs wrapped around his powerful waist.

“Enough talk!” Saria growled as she finally turned loose of the ancient tunic. “Your journey mustn’t be delayed, but there is no reason that we cannot enjoy ourselves for the moment. Do not worry about love right now. This moment belongs to us now do your job and make it memorable.”

Link looked down at the stunning immortal as the apparent challenge washed over him. Saria suddenly moaned out with shameless passion as her young champion slammed himself deep into her narrow passage without the gentle touch she’d been enjoying. The melodious sound of her sensual voice carried into the unknown wilderness where there were no men or women around to hear it. Link thrust into her with much more power, more of those ivory pedals floating around them as the forest guardian’s passion surged around the meadow. Her beautiful body began responding to the intense pounding as those beautiful legs squeezed around his waist in the hopeful attempt to get him even deeper. Her arms came back to squeeze and molest her breasts, but she found that he was not going to have it. Link ripped her hands away and into his own, pressing the backs of her hands down into the velvet pedals with boldness she was not even aware he was suppressing. It made the moment even more perfect.

“Nayru!” Saria moaned as her fingers intertwined with those of her young partner, clinching tightly as his bestial thrusts rocked her entire body against the ivory pedals. “Take me! Take me, Link!”

Link did not cease in his thrusting movements even as the exotic beauty roared out for him to keep going and with every breath he pushed himself even harder. He sucked down the crisp country air with every breath and his thrusts soon became slower, but with much more punching roughness to them. The forest guardian was in paradise as her powerful legs squeezed his abdomen and her fingertips were dug into the backs of his gloved hands. His throbbing manhood synced with the pulse of her narrow corridor and every movement pressed him against the gateway of her inner sanctum.

“Saria! Sari—Ahh!” Link could not control himself anymore as he grabbed her powerful legs, thrusting himself into her so much deeper than every previous motion. His strong body went rigid and even his manhood became tight before expelling his warm seed deep into the womb of the stunning immortal. He couldn’t resist noticing how much more came out from him than every one of his prior encounters and how much longer his own climax lingered. Saria screamed out in the moment after as her insides were bombarded with copious amounts of the warrior’s burning essence. A short effort to swallow the welling pleasure proved futile as a second climax rocked her beautiful frame much more violently than her earlier one.

Their passionate screaming carried into the early morning horizon and it was not long before everything was silent but for the serenades of the crickets. Link looked down longingly at the exotic beauty spread out before him. She was covered in a glistening layer of her own sweat and the mist of the meadow. She was covered in a shower of the ivory flower pedals which clung to the newfound moisture and became stuck in her emerald strands. There were welling teardrops of happiness dripping down from her beautiful turquoise eyes and her pretty face was covered in an array of the most pleasant emotions. Link breathed as the forest guardian slowly reached up to claim his collar once more to pull him down to her, those slender arms moving once more around his body. It was a moment before the two of them shared one more passionate kiss which was emotional, gentle and went on for several minutes without interruption. It was one that would never be forgotten.
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Link and Saria soon succumbed to the romantic afterglow of their passionate union and did not move from the vibrant mattress of ivory wild flowers. The young swordsman laid back and looked up at the starry horizon and the moon which came looming over the sacred forest meadow. The forest guardian joined him, her jade hair blending into the ancient tunic as she yawned and brought her head down on his trimmed chest. He allowed himself to wonder if it was not just a legend that one of his heroic ancestors journeyed to another country to stop the second moon from falling from the sky and slamming into the earth. She was occupied wondering what manner of journeys her beloved descendent would have and what kinds of women he would pursue. Saria understood that while Link did indeed love the other women in his life, it was not the same way he adored the mayor’s daughter. However, Saria and Ilia were much too similar for her to see them having a future together as childhood friendships often complicated those budding emotions. There was another warrior who journeyed long before she was even born, a young warrior who could not decide between two women and resolved to marry both of them. Of course, Link was not his ancestors, so there was no way to make an accurate prediction.

“Dawn is coming soon.” The forest guardian murmured, causing the young warrior to suddenly notice the wavering shadows around the eastern corner of the meadow skylight. It was one more relaxing moment before both of them shook off the tranquility of the afterglow and climbed back to their feet to greet the day. Saria recovered her luxurious robe from the flowerbed and brought it back over her shoulders before marching back up to her dwelling to recover the missing sash. It was just a moment of fixing her tossed emerald strands before she looked pristine and was at a point where nobody would have hazarded a guess of her naughty satisfaction. Link tucked himself away before recovering his sword and shield, which were quickly returned to their adjusted positions on his shoulders. The journeyman’s missing belt came second and there was no evidence of his own physical exertion aside from his unwelcome gaze toward the coming daylight.

“I’m sorry, Link.” Saria murmured, dropping back down onto her stomp and dusting some of the raining cherry blossoms from her ancient wooden ocarina. The guardian looked off nowhere particular before coming back with some very bad vibrations. “We do not have any more time to waste and our opponents gathering more of their numbers in order to conquer the southern forest once more. You must recover and restore the powers of Eldin and Lanayru. Once you have done this, our opponents will have nowhere to anchor the twilight. Then we can come up with our next move.”

“We?” Link raised an eyebrow.

“The elemental guardians, including myself, have become involved in the war at hand.” The beautiful immortal explained further, pointing to the six emblems which were on the wrapping around the perimeter of the stone emblem he had stood on. “We are the same six sages who founded the united council and you know us as the surrogate family of the Hero of Time, those who came to know of his deeds. You are going to meet us on your journey to further progress in your awakening. I was just the one to give you your clothes and equipment. I was the one to reveal your connection to the knight’s bloodline. I believe that my part is done.”

“Ah.” Link said. “I understand.”

“No, I don’t believe you do.” The forest guardian said back with amusement creeping into her voice. Those emerald eyes promised much more awaited him on the journey against the darkness. “You are going to be learning and receiving so much more from them in your coming meetings. You are going to become stronger and before you ever come to encounter your ultimate opponent, you are going to become the greatest knight of your bloodline. Of this, we have no doubts.”

“Okay.” It was obvious that Link did not want to think that far into the future. He slowly crossed his arms, pondering the moment before turning back to face the immortal. “We need to get back to the mission at hand. You mentioned something earlier about our opponents anchoring the twilight realm to our own world of the light. Should I be looking to collect or destroy some manner of anchoring point?”

“That is a very good question.” She murmured without the same weary tone. “We were curious about how our enemy managed to conquer entire provinces when one person crossing between worlds is quite rare and even more dangerous. We were suspicious there might have been something, some manner of ancient relic, left behind in our realm which would resonate with their unique magicks.” A couple more moment passed with the forest guardian pondering the theory and with every passing moment she seemed to look even more hopeful. “Yes. That must be it.”

“So, I go capture whatever they are using and they cannot use it again, correct?” In that moment, the young champion was the perfect vision of a determined warrior who was ready to get the job done by any means necessary.

“It would make sense.” Saria smirked. “I knew we were right about you.”

“Guardian Saria… The temple of the forest…” The booming voice of Ordona suddenly spoke out from the unknown woodlands and went on to echo around the confines of the sacred forest meadow. It was in the next moment that the isolated lagoon began glowing and the spectral spirit of the light appeared before them in his chosen form. “A dark energy has been poisoning the roots of the wood’s mighty fortress for many weeks and it was quite recently that it has brought me grave concern. The denizens of my wood have become violent and malevolent in recent months under its influence and many monsters have been drawn in from the wasteland. It is home to a dark and horrible artifact which has wrought nothing but chaos and horror since coming out from its many centuries of dormancy. It must be captured before anymore damage can be done to the wood.”

“I will not fail.” Link declared with fierce determination to the spirit and the guardian. The young rancher’s voice sounded out with a courage he never knew he had. It was good enough for them. It could be seen in his strong posture that nothing would stand in his way. “I cannot. It is not an option.”

“The morning approaches and our enemy cannot move under the gaze of the sun.” The glowing spirit stamped one hoof onto the spring and a glimmering circle of magical runes appeared on the ground before him. It was a moment before Link could see some very familiar home decor in the center. “You must return to my wood and embark on your journey. I can use my power to return you to your home in the village. However, I cannot do more. My powers are shared with my dwindling brethren and I must remain strong enough to stave off the shadows.”

“A moment…” Link requested before turning back to the beautiful guardian. Saria looked up with some confusion as he moved to knell down before the stump and kiss her softly on her jade lips. It was gentle and friendly. It was a kiss which would be shared between beloved friends. She’d received many during her former life. “You have shown me my destiny and given me the answers I have sought for so very long. I cannot offer you much beyond my gratitude. Thank you, milady of the wood.”

“You need not thank me, Link.” Her cheeks were a fiery crimson. “But you’re most welcome.”

“I must move forward.” Link announced before stepping away from the exotic beauty and toward the ancient spirit’s glowing portal. He looked back over one shoulder and smiled at her. “Play me a song for good fortune.”

“You got it.” She grinned with the promise, watching as her champion stepped into the glowing pool of the spring and suddenly disappeared in a whirling vortex of light and water. The meadow was covered with mist when the waters became calm and the flautist raised her precious ocarina. She grew reminiscent while playing one of her favorite songs. It was a melody of the wood once written for the royal family by an ancient wise man of the forest. The song would carry into the woods and fade out toward the outskirts of Ordon Village. The song complete, Saria lowered her ocarina with a brief sigh. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a voluptuous woman standing next to one of the meadow’s oldest weeping willows. Her gorgeous figure was veiled in the shadows of the wood, but there was no missing the moist sheen or the delicate fins coming out from her legs and forearms. “You enjoy the show?”

“Very much, thank you.” The newcomer sauntered forward with obvious confidence and the flautist was not even a little surprised when her body suddenly melted into the haunting mist. It was at that point a pair of moist blue arms came from behind, wrapping around her stomach and pulling her into the other woman’s ample breasts. Saria turned around to see her smirking. “Don’t worry. It was only fair you got to have him first, watcher of the wood.”

“You would be so concerned about such things, siren of the deep.” Saria chuckled, leaning back into the familiar embrace as those delicate slender fingers ran up and down her beautiful silken robe. “I just hope you don’t forget you’re supposed to be doing when your time comes.”

“You need not worry. I am aware our meetings cannot be squandered.” The newcomer stuck out her tongue. It was a bright turquoise color against her ivory teeth.

“So?” The flautist’s sudden stern tone brought with it exceptional tension. “You must have come to an agreement while I was performing my own duties. Does our leader believe the current situation warrants the return of one of the former heroes?”

“No.” The watery newcomer’s tone came with a pinch of regret. “Our current crisis cannot be confronted by anyone but the present bloodline.

“Dammit…” The maiden of the wood was somehow not surprised.

“However,” The flautist’s pointed ears suddenly perked up. “We are suspicious that the goddesses might have their own scheme. It is with their blessing that they have allowed another player to join the game.”

“What are you talking about?” Saria murmured.

“Have you heard the rumors of a golden wolf?” The aquatic creature whispered into her ear a cryptic rumor. “It has been seen around your own wood, a mighty and fearsome creature with crimson eyes and a coat as bright as the morning sun. It has come out from the shadows and now bares its ivory fangs against those who would bring harm to the provinces.”

“Is it him?”

“No.” The answer was sharp and breathless. “It is another who has been brought back from the world beyond. One who is much more intimately familiar with our awakened champion. It would seem that there is much more for him to learn than we are meant to provide.”

“Indeed.” The guardians of emerald and sapphire looked to the morning horizon. “We are in for some big changes.”