"M-... My Zelda." He exhales shakily, his eyes glazed over with a haze of lust, bliss tingling through his body.

"Zelda," he murmurs again, stroking his fingers through her hair, loving and gentle.

"... Kiss me...?"

His chest rises and falls with each breath, heavy with need. "Z--... Mnnh, Zelda, Zelda," he repeats, murmuring her name like he's worshipping her.

His cock throbs against her fingers now, and just the sight of her is— is—

"Ah!" He cums with a cry, head tipping back, mouth parting in a high, needy moan. He paints her with ropes of his cum, covering her pretty *pretty* face, landing on her tongue too.

He's so close to spilling over the edge from all her attention, not to mention just the sight of her down there, lips wrapped around him. His hand reaches down, fingers threading through her hair.

His lips part to speak again, rare enough, but to say: "Zelda, 'm gonna..."

Link moans again, hot against her, the heat bubbling up harder in his gut. He's never felt so sensitive or needy. His back arches the deeper she takes him, hips instinctively arching up — he doesn't *mean* make her choke harder on it, but it feels so good-...

"Zelda," he moans.

And Link-- ah- though a knight is sworn to protect his princess, he was ashamed to admit he had rather fallen for her. It was unprofessional but-- mnn-- the fire she lights in his gut like this, even just seeing her down there, it makes him moan.

And Link... He doesn't know how to tell her she doesn't have-- ahh! to... Mnnh.

// AAAAA oops. Well hey... I told you know.....

Does she need help carrying anything...?

... UGH. Link shoots Gricko and his pal a silent look of '😠' before he readies his sword. That one bokoblin won't be a problem as long as he can take him out before he hollers on his horn.

... [Ah. Perhaps Link shouldn't have drawn his sword, watching the figure draw its sword too has him feeling like a fight is only inevitable now.

[That said, he'd rather not... He twirls the sword slowly, starting to walk in a circle about the figure.]

Link composes himself, a glare on his face in Midna's direction. *Clearly* disapproving.

Wide awake now! He's all in a huff now, hands on his hips and shaking his head.

He can do that. Link perches himself on the edge of the bed gently. He moves his hand, placing it softly next to hers, watching her with bright eyes.

If Link can help in any way, he's happy to. Does she need the lamps lit...? Or something to drink...?

[That's... unnerving. Link's on high alert, watching the shadowy figure carefully...

He draws his sword slowly... Just in case.]