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Zelda hadn’t known what to except, would she even see Impa again? The last few times Link had gone into the depths of a temple, the sage of said dungeon hadn’t returned with him. Clad in her Sheikah disguise, she carefully crouched down and walked along a back alley of Kakariko Village, where she had a good view of the entrance to the graveyard.
To say her heart leapt when Link came out with her old guardian walking right behind him, would be an understatement. The statuesque Sheikah looked like she’d barely changed since Zelda last saw her years ago, and fortunately also didn’t look injured despite her infiltration into The Shadow Temple.
Zelda was close to leaving her hiding place, but paused when she saw something that almost made her question her sanity. Impa was leaning over slightly, as she’d been pushed up against a nearby wall, and the two warriors were sharing a passionate kiss. Link had pinned Impa’s arms up against the wall, yet the older warrior didn’t seem at all put off. Her plump lips eagerly kissing the younger man back, as he began to lightly buck his hips up against her.
The disguised princess sat there, thoughts swirling through her head. What was going on? Was this some sort of illusion or a dream? Why were Link and Impa making out?! And especially out in the open like this, even if it was nighttime. She had thought that they barely knew each other!
Before she could continue to process what she was seeing, the two broke off their kiss, and began to head towards her, leaving Zelda’s heart to begin beating even faster. They didn’t seem to have spotted her as they towards the door to the windmill, holding hands as Link lead the taller woman who was walking right behind him. Even the virgin Zelda could recognize that Impa’s visage was one of complete lust, as she saw the women who the closest thing to a mother figure, begin sensually biting her lower lip as she watched Link.
The door softly closed behind the two of them, and Zelda waited for a moment, wondering whether or not she should open the door and follow them. They very well see could notice her, but she knew she couldn’t resist the urger to see more of their encounter. Both shame, envy, and her own lust fueled her as she padded over, and gently opened the door just a crack. Her own ability to be stealthy had improved significantly since she’d last seen Impa.
“You’ve become so handsome.” The gray haired sheikah said softly, Zelda saw she was kneeling down on the floor, kissing Link’s leg after she’d spoken. The white tights met Impa’s plump lips, and Zelda frowned as she Link’s hand on the back of her head. She couldn’t discern if it was meant to be tender, or an act of dominance.
Removing his hand from the back of her head, he left it hovering in front of Impa’s face as she pulled back from kissing his thigh. Zelda could see a slight smirk on the Sheikah’s face as she leaned forward, and began to lightly suck on Link’s finger. For his part, Link’s face was as stoic and unreadable as ever, then Zelda’s heart nearly stopped as his eyes met hers. It was only for half a second at most, and she was unsure if he’d seen her looking through the barely opened door.
Before she could react, his gaze had clearly returned to staring down at Impa, who was continuing to worship Link’s hand. Having moved to begin kissing his knuckles, holding his wrist in a loose grip. Link moved to grab at his belt with one hand, grabbing at the hem of his tights to pull them down, his erect cock springing free. The crown of his member rubbing up against Impa’s arm.
“Seems something else has grown.” Impa said with a soft chuckle, letting go of Link’s wrist as she moved to gently hold his shaft. Zelda felt her stomach drop as she watched Impa begin giving her longtime crush a handjob. As well as at the realization that this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Had Impa done this with Link all those years ago?
Before she could ponder it more, she watched as Impa leaned forward to kiss the head of Link’s cock, leaving a slight stain from her lipstick. She pulled back as she continued to work his shaft over with her large hand. “Is this why you rescued me? You wanted me to do this for you?” Impa asked with a grin on her face.
Link had a small smile on his face. Impa shook her head with laughter. “Well, your wish is my command… master.” Impa said, a husky edge to her voice. Link let out a moan as she continued to jerk him off. Even with Impa’s large hand wrapped around it, Link still looked quite well endowed by Zelda’s estimation. The hint of his lower abs that were now visible, also made her feel weak. Link had grown into a gorgeous man, and she was watching her mentor and guardian enjoy him for herself.
Without warning, Link reached down and lightly grabbed her throat with the hand she’d just been worshipping. Zelda let out a tiny gasp, hoping desperately they hadn’t heard her. Fortunately, they seemed so lost in their own lust, as Impa let out a moan of her own. Clearly enjoying feeling her lover’s hand around her neck again.
Impa continued her ministrations for a few more moments, before Link suddenly moved the hand from her throat to her wrist, pulling her hand off of his cock. Impa looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, before understanding dawned on her face.
“Don’t want to finish too early?” She asked with a chuckle. Link gave her a sheepish smile, before regaining his more domineering demeanor, and roughly grabbed Impa’s arm, pulling her upright as Impa let out an uncharacteristically girlish squeal of surprise. Pushing her backward onto the small wooden platform at the base of the windmill, Link began to grab at her bodysuit. Hands groping the muscular woman as he began to rip open the fabric covering her damp crotch, the almost animalistic act left Zelda breathless as she watched.
Impa let out a deep moan as she looked down, watching as Link leaned in to begin lapping at her wet sex. He clearly wasn’t completely new to eating pussy, as he almost desperately licked the Sheikah’s clit. Impa let out another squeal, reaching down to her satchel, she pulled out a small piece of red fabric. Zelda immediately recognized it, something the clan of spies had used for generations. The deceptively powerful material was perfect when they need to quickly tie something, often left behind as signal for other clan members. Bringing it up to her neck, Impa quickly tied it around her throat, before pulling it down to hand off to Link.
“Here, Master.” Impa said, and Zelda was more than a little surprised to see the heroic, capable women blushing. Link barely acknowledged his lover as he continued to eat her out, only grabbing the slim strip of red fabric, pulling on it lightly so as to force Impa’s neck slightly forward.
Letting out a loud moan, Impa was suddenly positioned so her gaze was now resting on the door. A glint of recognition was clear in Impa’s eyes, and she smirked slightly as she met Zelda’s gaze. Half impressed her princess had gotten so good at Sheikah techniques so as to avoid detection, the other half unbelievably turned on that the younger woman was watching her and Link.
Zelda felt her stomach drop as she watched Link nibbling on Impa’s inner thigh, before returning to lapping at her engorged clit. Returning her focus to her younger lover, Impa looked back down at Link, moaning as he pulled even a little harder. The slight sensation of choking lead to Impa beginning to approach her own orgasm.
Meanwhile, Zelda backed away from the door, tears forming in her eyes as she walked over to sit against the wall, the door left slightly ajar. As she began to feel tears flowing down her face, Impa’s voice rang out as the woman began to experience her first orgasm. Shamefully, Zelda felt her own arousal as she began to touch herself to the sound of Impa’s voice.