The princess had run off again.
Link knew where to find her; he had seen her eyeing the shrine from across the canyon the day before. He knew what the look on her face had meant.
Sure enough, her white horse was standing there among the stone columns atop the cliff in the Rayne Highlands, patiently waiting for Zelda to investigate the Tena Ko'sah shrine.
"I thought I made it clear that I'm not in need of an escort," Zelda remarked haughtily as Link approached. "Return to the castle and tell that to my father, please."
Link was nearing his breaking point with Zelda's behavior. He had endured endless taunts, snubs, and sneers from the spoiled princess. He had worried over her disappearances innumerable times while she gave no thought to how her actions might affect him, or her father, or even herself. He was here to protect her. But instead of gratitude or even basic courtesy, she always insisted on repaying his service with disdain.
"With all due respect, Your Highness, I take my orders from your father, not from you. And he instructed me to escort you," Link replied, his voice deep and filled with an air of authority.
Zelda was taken aback for a split second, but then the sneer arrived. "You will do as I say," she retorted, rivaling his authoritarian tone. Then she turned and walked toward her horse. Glancing over her shoulder as Link followed, ready to mount his own horse and resume his tireless escorting services, she let the frustration fill her voice. "And stop following me!"
Link had had enough of her reckless behavior and petulant attitude. Something broke within him.
He grabbed her wrist and whirled her around to face him just before she reached her horse. "If you insist on behaving like a child, then I will have to treat you like one," he growled.
He sat down on a short stone pillar and quickly pulled Zelda onto his lap, bent face down over his knees. It felt as if some supernatural power had taken over him as he gripped the waistband of her pants, and her panties underneath, and yanked them down to her knees.
Zelda's surprised gasps quickly gave way to indignation. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Your parents never disciplined you properly, and it shows. A naughty girl needs a good spanking." Holding her down with his left arm on her back, he placed his right palm squarely on her bare buttocks, perfectly centered, almost lovingly caressing her smooth, warm skin. Then he raised his hand high in the air.
"Link," Zelda protested. "Let me up right now." But the indignation in her voice was crumbling, laced with something more like intimidation.
He ignored her words. He brought his hand down with a loud, firm smack against her behind.
Zelda squealed in pain and humiliation. "Stop it!" she demanded.
He didn't.
He repeated the punishment with another stinging slap to her ass.
"Ow!" she hollered, struggling against him, but unable to break free from the strength of his left arm across her back.
Whatever power had overtaken him seemed to revel in her distress. He continued spanking her, with all the strength he could muster. With each slap he drove himself to hit harder and faster. Her buttocks were rapidly growing red and hot from the abuse.
The stinging on Zelda's hind end was soon matched by stinging in her eyes from the tears of pain, humiliation, and rage. But it wasn't only Zelda's face that was growing wet. Her cunt was as well.
She could feel the wetness there, cool in the open air that she was exposed to with her clothing pulled down. As she took notice of it, she realized there was throbbing, too.
Her body was betraying her, choosing arousal of all things when she was being treated with such unforgivable cruelty and insubordination by her tiresome knight. Sure, he was handsome - she'd always realized as much - but he had no right to handle her in such a way.
So why was she reacting as if she liked it? Why was she getting so turned on?
Maybe it was the intimacy of the skin-to-skin contact of his hand on her butt. So near her cunt.
Or maybe the spanking evoked thoughts of the act it seemed to mimic, bringing to mind thoughts of his pelvis slapping against her ass as he drove his cock into her cunt, thrusting deep and hard, mercilessly fucking her with all the force and frenzy that he was unleashing on her right now.
She'd be lying if she said she'd never imagined him doing just that, late at night, alone in her bedroom, often with him stationed mere feet away on the other side of her door.
More than a few times she had wondered what it might be like if, instead of constantly walking behind her like an unshakeable shadow, he suddenly grabbed her, turned her around, and bent her over from behind. Then threw her skirt up to her waist and yanked her panties down - or maybe skipped that last step, too impatient to deal with them, instead simply pushing the crotch of her soaked underwear aside.
And then, in her depraved fantasies, she'd feel the hard tip of his cock press against her opening and linger there for just a few seconds, just long enough to let her realize what it was that she felt, what it was that he was about to do to her. He'd grab her hips with fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and then he'd thrust himself into her, hard, all the way to the hilt in a single swift and merciless motion with no thought of gentleness, no regard for her hymen as it ripped under the force of his insatiable lust. He'd deflower her like a brute, not even caring if it got him beheaded the next day by her angry father, because he wanted her that badly.
And he'd pull out, with her virginal blood staining his lance - not that she could see it, as he takes her from behind, but in her imagination within the fantasy, she pictures it, red with the proof that he was her first, that he took what nobody else had ever been granted - that she was fully and completely his. He'd see it, and he'd like it; he would consider it the honor it was, to have claimed the princess' maidenhood. It would fan the flames of his need for even more of her.
Then he'd position his cock at her entrance again, glistening with her blood and her arousal, and slam it all the way in again just like the first time, grunting with pleasure and lust. He'd pull all the way out each time, so that with each thrust she'd feel him stretching her open again, penetrating her, filling her anew. Taking her for his own.
He'd fuck her hard and fast until his seed burst into her in a hot rush, filling her to overflowing and gushing out of her.
Then he'd tuck his spent cock back into his pants before she could even catch a glimpse of the powerful weapon that had claimed her, dominated her, made her a woman. An utterly satisfied woman. But she'd know, for the rest of the day, that her juices coated him, marked him as hers, just like his juices filled her and made her his. And she'd go on with her day while warm runnels of him dribbled out of her cunt and into her panties.
It was an utterly illogical and unbecoming fantasy for a princess to have about someone who, despite being unbearably handsome, was still beneath her. Nonetheless she indulged it far too often, lying in bed in the dark, reaching between her legs to rub her fingers against her slick clit and inside her soaked cunt until the relief of her orgasm granted her release from the fantasy's tenacious grip. Invariably she'd feel shame for even thinking such thoughts, let alone masturbating to them, but, also invariably, they brought her immense pleasure.
Much like the spanking was doing now.
The awareness of her own arousal caused her cheeks to burn as red and hot as her ass under Link's punishing slaps.
She arched her back under his hold, raising her ass to meet his hand and lifting her cunt just a little closer to the site of impact. Exhilaration coursed through her when the firm smack of his hand met her cunt.
Whatever spell Link was under that possessed him to turn the Princess of Hyrule over his knee and spank her like a naughty child shattered when he suddenly realized his strike had landed not squarely on her firm, rounded buttocks, but partially on her cunt. Her wet cunt.
He recoiled in horror, realizing what he'd just done. It was bad enough that he'd lost his temper. It was more than bad enough that he had spanked the princess. It was unthinkable that he had somehow involuntarily brought his fingers to her most private and sacrosanct place. He lifted his hand, palm up this time, and looked at what he already knew was there. Her wetness, glistening on his fingertips.
It didn't even cross his mind to think she might be aroused; this was a stress reaction, he knew. When a woman is under threat of assault she sometimes lubricates in self-defense.
Oh goddess, what had he done?
He was charged with protecting her, and he had put her into survival mode. He had made her feel unsafe.
And he had touched her there. Her cunt, her slick, was reserved for her husband on her wedding night. Link couldn't possibly be more unworthy of touching it. And here it was, on his fingers, the proof of his violation of her.
It didn't help matters that his dick was as erect and hard as the stone columns all around him. Zelda must have noticed it when she was bent over his lap. No wonder she felt threatened.
He'd get beheaded for this, for sure. And he'd deserve it.
He released his restraining hold on Zelda, but to his surprise she didn't immediately rise. She had stopped struggling at some point during the spanking.
His throat was as dry as the Gerudo desert as he swallowed, trying to find words that simply were not there.
After a moment's hesitation Zelda pushed herself up and stood before him, her pants and underwear still pulled down, dropping to her ankles. Under the hem of her shirt he could see a few blonde curls of pubic hair peeking out at him. Wet.
Why are you looking at her there? Stop looking, fool! He quickly averted his eyes.
But he didn't need to look at her face to know she was glaring at him with a fury that transcended words.
She stepped toward him, kicking her pants and underwear aside along with her shoes. "How dare you?" she growled, her voice low and gravelly. She didn't wait for an answer before slapping him across the face, every bit as hard as he'd slapped her ass.
He closed his eyes, braced for another slap. He deserved it.
But when her hands found him again, it wasn't a slap to the face. Her hands were on his crotch, hastily opening the fly of his trousers over the throbbing bulge contained within.
His eyes sprang open just as his cock sprang free into her hands, its head reddened and coated with precum. "Y-Your Highness? W-What are you doing?"
She didn't answer. She put one hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she planted each foot on either side of him and began to lower her body toward his lap. Her other hand wrapped around his dick, holding it firm as her cunt dropped toward it.
Suddenly he felt her wetness again as the lips of her cunt kissed the tip of his dick. He whimpered and jolted, but Zelda ignored his reaction, as if he was nothing more than a dildo to her. She paused, still holding him firm as his crown grazed her soft, wet entrance. She took a deep breath, and the anger that had twisted her face gave way to something else, something like anticipation and nervousness.
She pushed herself down on him until her cunt began to take in the tip of his cock, gripping as tight as a fist. Then her hand let go of his shaft and found his other shoulder, and she dropped, impaling herself on him with a soft cry of pain.
While he'd never done anything like this before, Link was sure he could feel Zelda's hymen break.
"F-fuck," he uttered, so overcome by the pleasurable sensations pulsing through his dick that it was all he could say. He gaped at Zelda, gasping for breath as he sat motionless, passively allowing her to perform the forbidden act, still not quite believing that it was actually happening.
Her cunt was as tight as a vise, but it was as slick as chuchu jelly as she settled into position, sitting astride him with his cock buried inside her all the way to the base. Wetness flowed out of her, dripping down his dick and coating his balls.
She began to move, up and down, riding him slowly and tentatively at first. She grabbed Link's hands and pushed them onto her hips. "Fuck me, damn you," she growled. "Don't make me do all the work."
He didn't care anymore if he got beheaded. He gripped her butt and did as she instructed, bucking up to meet her motions, drilling his own stone column into her as hard and fast as he could.
He didn't last long. His balls tightened; his cock spasmed. Waves of pleasure rippled through him and a low, guttural groan erupted from deep in his chest at the same time his come erupted from deep in his balls, splashing into Zelda's tight cunt. She cried out at the same time, clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, and drenching his groin with even more wetness than she had already.
Heaving and panting, their rhythmic motions subsided as their bodies collapsed into a boneless state. When Link finally dared to look into Zelda's flushed face, her rage was almost gone.
Almost.
"My father didn't tell you to do that, did he?" she asked.
Link sheepishly shook his head.
"You serve me, not my father. You got that?"
He nodded.
"Good boy," she said. "But that doesn't mean I won't need another spanking at some point."