Link,
Let's have a study session tonight in my room! 10:00, after my bath. I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Make sure nobody sees you come in.
xoxo,
Zelda
Link's heart raced as he re-read the crumpled note in his hand. He glanced at his watch: 9:59. He'd watched from the other end of the hallway as Zelda dashed from the bathroom to her dorm room wrapped in a towel several minutes prior. She was probably decent by now, but nonetheless, he'd force himself to wait that last agonizing minute.
He didn't know why he was so nervous. All they were going to do was study. But then, why had she asked him to make sure nobody saw him? People saw them together all the time. People knew they studied together. People knew they were going steady. It wasn't a big deal. Was it?
The second-hand on his watch finally reached twelve and Link made his way furtively to Zelda's door. Glancing both ways down the hall, he saw no one, so he quickly turned the knob and let himself in, quietly closing the door behind him before even really looking into the room.
A pair of warm lips found his, soft but insistent. Zelda's body pressed against him, clad in a long nightgown. Even through the thin fabric he could tell that her skin was still warm and dewy from her bath. Link's arms wrapped around her, pulling her even tighter against him as he returned her kiss fervently.
"Thanks for coming," Zelda said, finally breaking the kiss and pulling back to smile at him. She grasped his hand and pulled him further into the room, away from the door.
"Of course, sweetheart," Link said. "What are we studying tonight?" he asked, but as he did, he glanced at her desk and saw the textbook lying open.
The sex ed textbook.
It was the one subject that boys and girls did notstudy together. Although they used the same textbook, they had segregated classes.
The Knight Academy students had learned about the basic mechanisms of procreation and the differences between boys and girls at a younger age, but now that they were in their late teens, the teachers thought it was time they knew more than the basics. The students were now learning about courtship, about pleasure, about precautions. They were now learning that sex wasn't just for making babies, but for bonding, expressing love, and having fun. Hopefully, having fun responsibly.
Link's cheeks grew warm. The picture staring up at him from the book was a familiar one, one that he spent more time looking at than he cared to admit. He'd never seen a real woman naked, even in a photo. The illustrations in the book were almost everything he knew about the female body.
"Oh," he said, without really meaning to.
Zelda let out an awkward giggle. "You know I always thought it best to learn things experientially, not just through reading," she said. "The classes are very interesting but they don't have a lot of demonstrations."
She got onto her bed, on top of the covers, leaning back against several pillows piled at the head of the bed. Link continued to stare, red-faced, at the book on her desk. It seemed easier than looking at her.
"I thought it might be worthwhile to see the real thing instead of just a drawing," she added. "That is, if you'd like…?"
"Yeah!" Link said, finally forcing himself to look at her.
She was gripping the hem of her nightgown in both hands and had pulled it up to her thighs. Link gulped nervously. Was this really happening? It seemed so sudden, so quick.
Zelda looked nervous as she smiled at him; her face was as red as his felt. She shifted a little on the bed, moving her legs apart and slowly raising the hem of her nightgown a little further.
Link felt as if he might hyperventilate, so he sat down on the bed. Zelda further adjusted her position so that he was sitting between her legs, which were now spread wide. He watched in awe as she finished pulling the bottom of her nightgown all the way up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Link felt his blush deepen and he quickly looked away.
"You can look," Zelda said, in a soft, shy voice. "That's why we're here."
Link swallowed hard and finally allowed himself to look. To stare. He leaned in closer, resting his hands on Zelda's bare knees.
It was…beautiful. It both did and didn't look like the illustrations in the book. Link was suddenly aware of how tight his pants were. Should he take them off? Zelda probably wanted to see what his parts looked like, too. But he didn't want to be presumptuous. He should probably show her after she was finished showing him.
"You can touch me if you want to." Zelda's voice was barely a whisper.
Of course he wanted to. But the sound that emerged from his throat was an incoherent, high-pitched squeak.
Link's hand crept up Zelda's thigh. Before he even touched her vulva he could feel the heat emanating from it. His fingers brushed against her inner lips, warm and somewhat clammy; as he continued to rub, the lips parted and his fingers found the slippery wetness in between.
Link gasped at the sudden feeling of her slick. "Is it always that wet?" he blurted.
Zelda giggled. "No!" she said, as if it was obvious. This was something he should have known from the reading, even without hands-on experience.
"Oh, right," he said, feeling a bit foolish at first. But then emboldened. "That means you like me, doesn't it?"
Zelda's cheeks glowed red hot. "Silly. You know I like you."
Link continued to rub between her lips, his fingers gliding easily, spreading her wetness. Zelda let out a soft moan.
"Does this feel good?" Link asked.
"Yes," she breathed.
Link smiled broadly. Suddenly it felt as if the only thing that mattered in life was making Zelda feel good. And it sounded like he was succeeding.
But then he remembered what the book said about female pleasure.
"Where's your clitoris?" he mumbled, grazing his fingers upward until he felt a little nub where her lips met. Zelda gasped when he touched it, so he traced his finger over it in light circles. "Is this it?"
"Yes." Zelda's head was thrown back, her eyes closed. Her breasts heaved under her nightgown as she exhaled quick, shallow breaths through her open mouth. She appeared to be enjoying Link's touch.
Link continued rubbing Zelda's clit, increasing the speed and pressure slightly as she squirmed and moaned. "Is this good?" he asked. "Tell me if I should be doing anything different."
"That's good," she said huskily. "Keep doing that."
Link was more than happy to oblige. He kept touching her clit, taking his cues from her reactions, his motions building in intensity in response to Zelda's moaning and gasping. Link felt as high as the top of the Goddess Statue as he watched Zelda's face, hearing her moans and squeaks of pleasure, feeling her writhing under his touch. He felt like his heart might explode with joy when she began to gasp his name.
Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "Whoa, stop, stop," she said. His heart sank, wondering what he'd done wrong. Zelda seemed tense and she was panting as if she'd just been through a workout.
"What's wrong?" he asked once she'd stopped convulsing.
She grinned up at him with a look of supreme bliss on her face. "Nothing's wrong," she said. "I just came."
She grabbed his face to pull him in for a kiss. He readily cooperated, and she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her until he was lying on top of her, with the bulge at the front of his trousers nestled perfectly between her legs. She was making his pants very wet and messy, but he didn't care one bit.
Link's cock throbbed and strained as Zelda kissed him hungrily, fiercely, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he groaned, a deep, guttural groan.
When she finally broke the kiss she pulled back to gaze into his eyes with a sly smile. "It feels like you like me too," she said. She unhooked her legs from around his bum and released him just enough to put her hands in between their bodies. Her hands brushed against his bulge as she fumbled with his belt buckle.
"You know I do," he squeaked, lifting himself from her enough to help undo his belt. He hated the loss of her warmth pressed against him, but apparently it was time to let her see him just as she had let him see her.
Link's cock sprang free as Zelda opened his fly and pushed his pants down off his waist. He scrambled to pull his pants and underwear all the way off and get back into position on Zelda's bed, sitting on his knees between her legs.
"Take this off, too," Zelda said, tugging at his tunic.
"Okay," Link said, pulling it off to reveal his muscled torso. "Why don't you take yours off as well?"
Zelda was still wearing her nightgown, bunched up at her waist. Link had very much enjoyed the show so far, but he wanted to see all of her.
She sat up and pulled her nightgown over her head. Link stared at her breasts, enraptured. He reached out to palm one of them, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Zelda lay back against the pillows again, pulling Link to her again for more kissing. Her fingers carded into his hair as she nibbled on his lips, and he gently lowered himself until he was resting on top of her. Now they were both completely naked and the feel of Zelda's bare skin against Link's was intoxicating.
The tip of Link's erection was pressing against Zelda's belly. One of her hands pulled away from his hair and made its way between their bodies to touch him there. Link jolted, accidentally breaking the kiss, when Zelda's fingers grazed his cock. For a split second he thought, amusedly, that all this kissing was surely distracting her from her sex ed studies. She hadn't yet done as much close hands-on inspection of him as he had done of her.
As Zelda wrapped her palm around Link's cock, her thumb slid over a wet spot at its tip. "Oh!" she gasped. Her eyes twinkled. "Is it always that wet?"
Link let out a soft laugh. "No. It's usually not."
"Does that mean you like me?" Zelda asked playfully. One of her hands was still in his hair and she pulled him in for another kiss, just a quick and soft one this time, as her other hand gave his cock a gentle tug.
"I really do," Link said in a low, breathy voice as he began thrusting his hips, rocking into Zelda's hand. "I love you, Zelda." It was the first time he'd said that, and he meant it. He loved her so much in this moment it overwhelmed him.
Zelda squeaked, sounding overwhelmed herself. She took her hand off Link's cock and scooted back and up against the pillows, and wrapped her legs around his waist again. Link's tip slipped against the wet surface of Zelda's core.
"Zelda—" Link felt like he was teetering at the edge of a cliff, about to stumble into dangerous territory. They didn't have any birth control. Going all the way was not an option. But, oh Hylia, she felt so damn good.
Zelda felt like she was about to lose her mind. It was maddening feeling Link's cock, hard and hot and throbbing, probing so close to her entrance. "Link," she gasped. Her fingers tightened in his hair and her other hand found his cock again, squeezing it as she moved it until the tip was positioned perfectly at her opening. Her breath hitched as she raised pleading eyes to meet his. "Put it in?" Her voice came out small and desperate, like she was begging for a favor.
Link hesitated. "We can't," he whispered.
"Please, Link." Her voice was dripping with urgency and need. They had begun flirting with doing the deed, and now the act had her under its irresistible magnetism. The textbook was right—once you start, it's hard to stop. She felt as if she had no self-control at all. "Just put it in. Please. I want to feel you."
Link nearly wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven. Zelda was looking up at him with such intense longing, begging him to put his cock in her. Begging to feel him inside her. It was risky, but oh Hylia, he wanted to feel her, too.
"Okay," he whispered, and with that he began to push with his hips, his cock probing her soft, wet opening.
His gentle prodding met resistance at first; Zelda was tight, so tight, having never received anything thicker than a tampon. Link pushed a little more firmly, and finally the barrier broke and she opened to him; the head of his cock slipped inside her.
Zelda let out a discomforted grunt, and Link froze. He searched her face, finding it twisted with pain, her eyes screwed shut. He was about to apologise, about to ask if he should stop, when she opened her big, watery blue eyes and looked up at him. "Keep going," she whispered.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Yes," she rasped. "But keep going."
It was heart-wrenching for Link to know that he was hurting her, and to know that she still wanted this. Despite the pain she still wanted to feel him. Still wanted to make love to him. He couldn't process all his emotions. He wanted to stop, to ease her pain, to comfort her. He wanted to continue, to make love to her, to give himself to her completely. He wanted to dance. He wanted to go nuts and shag her silly.
He wanted to just get through this, because after the first time or two, it shouldn't be painful anymore. After the pain, she could have pleasure. They both could.
She said to keep going. And so he would.
He pressed forward some more, sliding in deeper until he was almost halfway in. His mind and will began to crumble at the feel of her, the heat of her, the tight, snug fit. He had to pause and remind himself not to let his animal instincts take over.
Slowly he continued pushing in until he was buried all the way inside her, his balls meeting the wet flesh between her legs. Gasping for breath, he looked down into her eyes. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.
"A little," she said. Then she gave a soft smile. "You're really big."
He wasn't sure that was true. Probably any penis would feel big to a virgin. But it was sweet of her to say, so he couldn't help returning her smile. "Sorry," he said.
She placed a hand on his cheek. "Don't be sorry," she said. "I wanted this. I wanted to feel you. And I love it."
Link leaned down and kissed her. Zelda entwined her fingers in his hair again. When the kiss broke, she continued her train of thought. "Thank you for letting me feel you. I love it," she repeated, and she gave a squeeze with her vagina. "And I love you." It was the first time she ever said it.
Link had felt close to losing his mind before, but now she pushed him over the edge. He whimpered and suddenly found himself thrusting inside her, without planning to or meaning to, as if his hips had a mind of their own, as if the squeeze she had given him flipped a switch within him and put his animal instincts on autopilot. It was a fairly gentle rhythm, nowhere near as frenzied as he knew he was capable of, but nonetheless he was embarrassed to realise he'd lost control of himself.
"Sorry," he said, bringing his movements to a standstill. "I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?"
"That felt nice," Zelda said, looking up at him with darkened eyes. A smile danced on her lips. "Do it again."
Link groaned and began thrusting again, a little harder this time, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of her. Oh Goddess she felt so good. So warm and wet and tight and—
His thrusting stilled as he spasmed, his hot seed erupting into her.
Into her.
Oh no. NO NO NO.
He quickly pulled out, still erupting. A burst of semen hit the inside of Zelda's thigh, followed by another. The remainder came out with less force, dribbling from the opening at the tip of his dick down his shaft and coating him in sticky white fluid until finally his orgasm subsided.
"Fuck," Link swore under his breath, reaching over to Zelda's bedside table to grab a tissue from the box she kept there. He dabbed at the mess he'd made on Zelda's thigh. Then he futilely wiped at her vulva, as if doing so would remove the seed he'd deposited deep inside, not even thinking—until too late—that he was adding to the risk of pregnancy by bringing the semen-soiled tissue to her opening. "Fuck," he said again.
Zelda's hand found his shoulder. "Link," she said, her voice soft and kind.
"Goddess, Zelda, I'm sorry," he said. "Some of it got inside. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry." He hung his head. "Fuck," he repeated.
"It's okay," Zelda said gently. "It'll be okay."
She tried to suppress her frustration. This was her own fault, after all. She had known this could happen but she asked for it anyway. Begged for it.
But the most frustrating part wasn't that he'd ejaculated inside her. It was that he wasn't inside her anymore.
She didn't feel finished. She wanted more. She'd already had an orgasm but that was before. Now she wanted to come with him inside her. Wanted it desperately.
"Come here," Zelda said, putting her arms around Link and pulling him to her so that he was lying partially on top of her again. She kissed him lightly and stroked his hair. "Maybe nothing will happen. And if it does…we'll deal with it."
Link wrapped his arms around Zelda and held her close. She was so warm and soft. And so sweet. Even though he was the one who just messed up and may have gotten her in trouble, she was trying to comfort him. It seemed so ironic and backward. He wanted to do better for her. He should be comforting her.
"We'll get married," he said. "I'll take care of you and the baby."
Zelda gave a soft smile. "We'll figure it out when the time comes, if it happens." Then her smile faded. "I hope…um. I hope this little mishap didn't…ruin the experience for you."
"Oh, Zelda. It was wonderful. It was the best minute of my life." As Link's thoughts were redirected from the potential disaster back to the glorious experience that led up to it, his cock began to grow hard again.
"I'm glad," Zelda whispered, caressing his back, her hand approaching his bum.
"Was it good for you?" Link asked sheepishly. Did he dare hope it was? She'd said it hurt. But then she'd also said it felt nice.
Zelda pulled his face to hers and kissed him insistently and sloppily. "Yes it was," she said in a low, husky voice. "But I don't feel quite…finished."
The red tinge that had graced Link's cheeks all evening deepened. "I'm sorry," he said. "As you know, the book says it's usually hard for guys to last long the first time."
"Then we'll just have to try a second time," Zelda said. Her eyes flickered down to his erection, pressing against her leg. "It feels like you're just about ready to go again."
Link winced. "We really shouldn't. It's too risky."
Zelda pouted in disappointment.
Link moved his hand down to her mound and slipped it between her legs. "How about this?" he said, his fingers sliding over her entrance. He began to press one finger inside.
"No," Zelda said, pushing his hand away. "Not like that. I want to come on your cock."
Link hesitated. He wanted her to come on his cock every bit as much as she did. But the risk of pregnancy was already too great; if he put his semen-covered dick back in her again—
Tears began to form in Zelda's eyes. "Please, Link." She was painfully aware of how manipulative she must have seemed, but it wasn't intentional. The tears came unbidden. The desperation in her voice surprised even her. "I need you."
"Oh, Zelda." He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her hard. "I can't say no to you." He sat up on the bed and reached for another tissue to wipe the cum off his dick.
Zelda spread her legs wide as Link got between them, once again resting on his knees. He let out a deep breath as he mulled over how to proceed. Zelda wanted to come on his cock, and by Goddess he wanted that too. But he knew from his studies that women didn't usually orgasm from penetration alone. It would be best if he could rub her clit with his fingers while he was inside her. And that would require a different angle of attack, to get his hand in a good position.
He sat back on his heels and put his hands under Zelda's bum, pulling it up onto his thighs. He positioned the tip of his cock right at her entrance and gripped her hips, slowly pushing into her again.
Zelda let out a deep moan of satisfaction as she felt herself stretched open to receive Link's cock again. The sensation of him pushing in, filling her, pushing deeper and deeper, was far better than anything the textbook ever described. Once he was in all the way, he began to rock into her with shallow, gentle thrusts.
The tip of his cock hit that spot on her front wall that they'd read about in the textbook, and it felt like nothing she'd ever imagined before. It was so divine that for a moment she thought she might pass out. Then, when Link's thumb began massaging her clit, in tandem with the rhythmic pressing on her g-spot, Zelda had to throw her arm over her face to muffle the scream of pleasure that nearly burst out of her.
She squirmed and gasped and panted as the pressure within her built, rapidly approaching the brink. If sex had felt remotely this good for Link, it was no wonder he hadn't been able to last very long. Finally the tightness coiling in her belly broke and waves of pleasure rippled through her. She forced herself not to scream lest they be heard throughout the entire Knight Academy, but she couldn't stop herself from calling out his name in a restrained but overwhelmed voice.
"Link!"
It was too much for Link. Hearing Zelda garble his name as her walls convulsed around him, watching her flushed, naked body writhing in pleasure, feeling her rhythmic contractions squeezing his cock like she wanted to milk him dry, to take everything he had to give—it was too much.
He lifted her bum from his thighs and shifted to a normal missionary position so that he could thrust properly, pistoning himself into her with an increasingly frenzied pace. It didn't take long before he reached orgasm too, emptying his balls into her until he was fully spent. He didn't even think about withdrawing, he was so overcome by the intensity of what was happening to both of them and his desperate need to have the full experience with her.
He came and came inside her, burst after burst of hot seed.
Once the aftershocks began to subside and the last trickle was finished, the haze that had overtaken Link's mind began to clear.
"Oh Goddess, Zelda, I'm sorry." He began to get up but Zelda quickly put her arms around him and pulled him back to her, pulling his body flush with hers.
"Stay," she said.
And that was all she needed to say.
He lay on top of her with his cock buried inside her while they both came down from their highs, their rapid breathing and heart rates gradually slowing to normal.
His cock was still inside her when they woke up in the morning. But they had both slept so deeply that it was past the time they usually got up. There were voices in the hallway.
Link and Zelda exchanged worried looks about how Link would be able to sneak out of Zelda's room without everyone knowing what they'd been up to. Luckily it was a weekend and they had no classes to attend, so, worst case, he could stay hidden in her room until after everyone went to sleep again. Maybe she could bring him some lunch and dinner.
They'd just have to find some way to entertain themselves in private all day.
Fortunately they were off to a good start, with Link's cock already deep inside Zelda.