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Zelda walked into the kitchen and hugged Link from behind. She kissed the top of his head and looked at what he was cooking. “Good morning! Oooo, you made breakfast! I adore your omelets. What kind are you making?”

“’Morning. Cheese and stambulb. Also made squirrel bacon.” He pointed to a pile of dubious meat.

“Ah. I shall not be eating that.”

He gave a nod that said ‘Yeah, that’s fair. I’m not eating it, either.’ Zelda knew him well enough by this point to be able to tell what his nods meant. Usually, at least. He had a more difficult time speaking in the morning, but his voice usually warmed up by the end of breakfast. Then he spoke normally, which was to say, infrequently but easily. Her hunch about this particular nod was confirmed when he sat down across from her, with no bacon on his plate.

“Do you remember last week, when you taped me open to a vibrator?” Zelda asked.

Link choked on his food. He clearly had not been expecting this question over omelets. But how could he not remember? It had been a very fun evening, and one he would not soon forget. “I, um, I do.”

“Please pass the tomato?”

Link passed the bowl of tomato slices.

“Thank you. Could you also please pass the pepper? I would retrieve it myself, but I feel it would be rude to lean over your food to do so.”

He passed the pepper.

“Thank you.”

“Does this have anything to do with that, or did you just want to make sure I remember?”

“Ah, yes. It is related. As you’re aware, I quite enjoyed it. I was wondering…” she moved her food around on her plate with her fork, not looking at Link. “Could we do something else like that sometime?”

He nodded. “Sure. Any ideas?”

“Part of the allure is the surprise. And to be perhaps rudely candid,” she admitted, “another part of the allure is that I don’t have to do any of the planning.”

He laughed. His expression said ‘fair enough’ as he finished his omelet. “What did you like about it?”

She wondered if he was asking her to recount it to make her squirm, but based on his tone and the look on his face, he genuinely was curious, and wanted to be able to know so he could make it nice for her.

“I liked a great bit of it,” she blushed as she quietly spoke, as if someone other than Link might hear. “I quite enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability, of being completely at your mercy. I liked knowing you could see everything, that the tape made it so I couldn’t hide any part of my body even if I had wanted to. I adored the, um, embarrassment I felt. The slight humiliation of it all. And that invention, the vibrator? That was a very pleasant experience. And I liked how rough you were. I’d never had you be rough with me before, and while I wouldn’t desire it in our daily lives, I found myself fond of it during our sexual venture. You were very bossy, and not to be overly crude, but I think perhaps I might wish for you to be even bossier.”

Link nodded and took notes on the Sheikah slate, not even seeming to realize Zelda’s bashfulness at speaking of her favorite parts of their exciting night a week ago. Zelda wondered how he had gotten the slate. Hadn’t it been on her hip a moment prior? “How did you get that?”

“Sneakily.”

“No, I mean, what actions did you take to swipe it?”

“Sneaky ones.”

She realized he had understood the original question, but had chosen to be cryptic instead of answering like a normal person would. She relented. “Oh, never mind.”

Link frowned. “Kinda wanna tell you now.”

“No, I am over it.”

“I just-“

“Shhh… I have moved on,” she put a finger over his mouth, giggling. “It’s no longer an issue.”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to look unamused, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “I-“

She stood up and started walking away, dramatically nonchalant. “I have other things to do. I’m a very busy woman, darling, and I simply don’t have the time for such tomfoolery. In fact— eep!”

Link had swept her up into his arms from behind. He kissed her forehead. “What kind of foolery would you prefer?”

“Hmmm… now, I believe, it is my turn to be cryptic. I shan’t tell you.”

He shrugged. “I’m over it.”

A week or two later, Zelda was disappointed to say (though she’d never say so out loud) that Link hadn’t given any hints that he was planning an exciting evening soon. She reminded herself that last time, it had taken him quite a few days to prepare, so she should be patient. But goddess, that was far easier said than done.

Her patience paid off soon enough. The next weekend, Link and Zelda had had a relaxing day at home. It was evening, about an hour before they usually started preparing dinner, when he went upstairs. Zelda heard some clanging noises, an ‘oh, shit!’, the sound of metal hitting the floor, and the sound of Link saying ‘thank the goddess I didn’t damage it.’

He came back downstairs and walked over to Zelda. He was wearing nicer clothes than usual. He wore a dinner jacket over his tunic. He strangely pulled it off, which was difficult with such a look. “Princess, I have a surprise.” He held up an odd looking… well, she wasn’t sure what it was.

“Purah invented it,” Link explained. “I didn’t help this time, she just thought we’d like it. It’s based off some ancient Sheikah tech.”

She hopped up and dashed over. It looked like a mixture of a belt, a cage, and underwear… but different. It had small holes in it, and was made of a harder material than both the average belt and the average underwear, but not the average cage. It was clearly Sheikah in design, but it looked as if it was made recently. It had a pattern of blue, dark brown, and orange, like the outside of a shrine. It had parts of metal and leather, too. Link held it out for her to take. She did so eagerly. “Ooooo, what is it?”

“Called a chastity belt. Apparently the ancient Sheikah invented it for what Purah calls ‘reverse fertility rituals’, and non-scientists call ‘not fucking or masturbating while wearing it.’ Covers your clit, labia, and vagina. You can still go to the bathroom, though, because of the holes.”

Zelda nodded. “How interesting! I wonder what made it necessary… perhaps overpopulation became an issue? So people needed to stop reproducing? And for some reason, they believed this was the only way!”

“Nope. That was Purah’s first theory, too, though.”

“Perhaps there was a large puritan movement that gave people the idea that sex and masturbation were wrong?”

“No.”

“Did they find it comfortable?”

“Doubtful.”

“Was it ridiculously cheap and all people could afford to wear?”

“No. Purah actually made me pay a lot to borrow it. And I have to give her notes about how it works when I find out. And she took a pair of my shoes as a deposit.”

“Ah, that’s where they went. I was meaning to ask. But back to the device. Was there a massive historical event leading to them being on sale, so misguided people purchased them and wore them, then found themselves unable to take them off?”

“Uh… no.”

“Oh! There was a religious reason? To keep monks chaste?” If the Sheikah monks Link had taken pictures of in shrines looked like that back when they were alive(?), she couldn’t see where they would need something of this nature. No one would have sex with them to begin with, unless they were really into scraggly, creepy bones and leathery mummy skin.

“Another good theory, but no. The opposite.”

“There was…” she tried to think of what the opposite would be. “A surge in anti-Hylia-ism, and people locked up their genitalia in protest?”

“Okay, maybe not the opposite.”

“People going to work were paranoid and felt the inclination to lock up their partner’s genitals so they wouldn’t have a sexual affair with someone else?”

“Not quite. Was one of Purah’s theories, though.”

“Hmmm… perhaps it was worn in their sleep to keep sexual partners from engaging in non-consensual somnophilia?”

“I… don’t know what that is.”

“Sexual assault during their sleep.”

“Oh. Very dark. Thank goodness no.”

“Was it used to prevent people from becoming distracted by sex during work or study?”

“No.”

She thought about it. What else could it be? There were only so many reasons to wear an anti-sex device. There wasn’t much puritanism in Central Hyrule. The only time she could think of where she would have used it… was a fortnight ago when Link had taped her up and not let her touch herself. That was it! It was a device to prevent orgasm for kink reasons. “I know! It was a fetish!”

“Yes!” he said, face full of excitement that she had gotten it. “People wore them so they couldn’t cum.”

“Ah,” she nodded, inspecting it from all angles. For denial and edging purposes! That makes sense. Is it for all sexes?”

“This one’s just for women. Purah thinks they made them for men, too, though.”

“Amazing! We should get you one,” she flirted. While giving Link a salacious look, she noticed a detachable penis-shaped object. “Oh! There’s something inside of it, where I assume the vagina goes based on the way it appears it would be worn. I wonder what it is… it looks a bit like a textured dildo. Wait, no, it absolutely is a dildo. There’s a dildo attached to the inside of it. My goodness. I understand now why it wasn’t used to keep people undistracted from work and study, though my theory it was used for monks still works. I thought the idea was to not masturbate?”

“For some people.”

She thought about what else it could be for. “Oh! I think I understand. It’s taking advantage of the desire to hand over the key, and also the control, to someone you trust.

“Yep.”

“Goodness! That sounds incredibly exciting,” she continued to look at it from various angles as she spoke. “How was it controlled?”

He lifted a key on a leather keychain and a device that looked like an odd remote. She hadn’t seen a remote used for anything but Robbie’s disco ball before, and she hoped it didn’t end up with the same result. Having a spinning, light-reflecting dildo inside a person didn’t seem fun. But she had never experienced it, so she wasn’t sure. Based on her experiences with disco balls (being in the room with one), she found the idea incredibly unsexy.

“Is that a remote? I believe, based on my own preferences, most would refuse to be a disco ball’s submissive.”

“It is a remote,” he held it up. “Having nothing to do with Robbie. Promise. Has five buttons: on and off, low vibrations, medium vibrations, high vibrations, and one Purah called ‘insane mode’.”

“I wonder what that one does.”

Link smiled. “Gonna find out tonight. But like last time, you have to promise you’ll tell me to stop if you want or need to. Seriously. Going to be kinda intense, so you have to promise. Any time you need. Safe word, okay?”

“I promise!”

“Good. Ready?”

“Absolutely!”

His voice took on a more dominant tone. “Then strip.”

“Yes, Link!” She took off her many belts and outerwear shirts first, wondering why she had so many in the first place, then followed by removing her shirt and bra. She could feel Link’s gaze as she took off each clothing item, looking at her like she was the most beautiful, tantalizing thing in the world. She heard him make a noise of approval when she took off her panties. It was almost a game, she thought, where he was a wolf eyeing his prey. She felt like a very lucky deer (or perhaps a rabbit. She wasn’t sure exactly what wolves ate, which ruined the metaphor a bit, but it was not at the forefront of her mind) as she folded each garment and put them on a stack on the table.

“Sit on the bed and spread your legs. Now rub your clit.”

Zelda was surprised. She wasn’t aware she would get to touch herself before the chastity belt went on. She eagerly obeyed, rubbing the little bundle of nerves.

“Now massage one of your tits.” She used her other hand to do so, tweaking her nipple and rolling her hand back and forth on her clit. Her breathing had just begun to pick up when Link grabbed her hands. “That’s enough.”

She made a sound of disbelief. “You said to touch myself!”

“And now I’m telling you to stop. Just needed to be wet enough for me to put the dildo in without it hurting.”

She had to admit, it was big. It was both long and wide, ribbed and made with a semi-firm material. She knew it would stretch her a bit, but not so much as to hurt as long as she was wet enough. It would be uncomfortable to keep in for more than a few hours, but would feel amazing for an evening.

After she was suitably wet, he slid the dildo in place. He pulled it out, then slipped it back in, thrusting it in and out. Zelda sighed in pleasure as he did so. It stopped far too soon, in her opinion, when he attached it to the rest of the chastity belt.

She let him move her legs, enjoying the feeling of giving up their control. He moved one in, then the other, then slid them up, closing her legs together in the process.

The metal was cold against her skin, a pleasant contrast from the heat she felt. She watched as Link clicked it shut and locked it with the key. He slid the key into his pouch. He stood and kissed her. She leaned into it and let him explore her mouth with his tongue until he decided he wanted to move on. She wanted him to explore every part of her with his tongue, but that wasn’t the plan for tonight.

“Now get dressed,” he whispered in her ear. “I made plans.”

“Plans?” Zelda asked, disappointed. “Why would you make plans? Now I have to remove this after we’ve only just put it on.”

“It’s a date.”

“Oh! Lovely! We can continue this when we return home, then.” She went to take off the belt, but it was too tight to slide down. “This is embarrassing, which I am aware is the point, but, um, I require help. You have the key. I am unable to remove this.”

“No. You’re going to wear that under your clothes on our date.”

“Oh?” She looked down. “All night?”

“Until we get home. Then I’ll take it off and you can cum.”

‘That doesn’t sound too difficult,’ Zelda thought. ‘If I’m preoccupied with the date, I’m sure I won’t even notice the toy inside me. And the knowledge I shall orgasm at the end of the night will surely be enough to not become a desperate mess again.’

Link pressed the button. The dildo began vibrating, just enough to be noticeable. There must have been something else in there, perhaps built into the leather or metal, that vibrated and pressed against her clit. It was a buzzy sort of vibration on her clit, and a rumbling sort inside her. They both made a quiet but noticeable noise. ’I was wrong,’ she thought, not for the last time tonight. She felt she could probably ignore it if she was distracted enough. ‘I notice very much. I do so hope it’s a distracting date.’

“If you don’t put your clothes on, I’ll do it myself,” Link said. “We have a restaurant reservation.”

She put her bra back on, then her shirt. “Oh, that’s exciting. At what restaurant?”

“A new one in Faron, by the lover’s pond. Traysi told me about it. Says it’ll be popular next month so we should go before then.”

“I- ah!” She involuntarily clenched her pussy around the dildo and shivered as the vibrations sped up and went back down. She hoped Link hadn’t noticed. That would be embarrassing.

Link smirked at her, making it all too clear he had noticed. Well, the embarrassment was the point, she supposed.

“That’s kind of her.” She attempted to regain her composure.

“Wait. Stop putting your clothes on.”

“Oh? I thought you wanted me to redress?”

He shook his head. “Supposed to wear something else.”

He pulled a box from underneath their bed. It had a note on it reading Please don’t open this, Zelda. It’s a surprise for you :) I love you so much! Trust me, you’re going to love this. It’ll be ready this Sunday. Love, Link.

“A surprise? Is this a trick?” she squinted, suspicious as she took the box. “Should I not open it because of the note, and you’re attempting to make me open it anyway?”

“Not a trick. I promise,” he assured her.

She opened the box to find an incredibly tight above-the-knee dress. It was far shorter and tighter than anything she owned. “Oh, my! Oh, Link, this is gorgeous!”

She took off her shirt, then went to put on the dress. Link grabbed her wrist before she could. “No bra.”

She looked down at her bra. “No bra?”

“I want to be able to see your perky nipples through the fabric when I look.”

She blushed. “I’d like that… but then other people would be able to see them. I am not enough of an exhibitionist for such a thing.”

Link raised an eyebrow. “You once asked me to spank you naked in the backyard.”

“And I stand by that desire. I still hope we do it sometime. But no one would be around to see in the backyard, and there will be plenty of people at the restaurant who could see.”

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s supposed to be fun. But it’ll be dark, and no one is looking closely enough to see them.

“Other than you,” she said absentmindedly as she considered his points. She would love to go braless, but what if people saw? Though… she felt the exhilaration that would come from it would make it worth the risk. Still, if she needed to cover her chest at some point. “Alright, that sounds intriguing. However, you must promise I may wear your jacket if I become uncomfortable, or if anyone stares.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

She undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. She put on the dress, letting Link zip up the back, then went to put her underwear back on.

“And no panties.”

“What if my dress flies up?”

“You have the chastity belt to cover you. No one will know what it is. They’ll think it’s underwear.”

“I suppose…” This risk seemed equally exiting, and the dress was tight enough to not fly up with any gust of wind. “Yes, that seems exciting. However, I’m going to bring an extra pair, just in case I need it. May I put it in your pockets? I have none.”

He took them and put them in his pocket as requested. “Do you want me to decide if you need them?”

The thought hadn’t occurred to her, but she liked the idea of being at his mercy in yet another way. She felt safe in the fact that Link would give them to her if she needed them, but aroused at the thought that maybe he wouldn’t. “Yes, please.”

After putting on her shoes, they linked arms and teleported to the shrine by the restaurant. The warm breeze smelled like the blue nightshades that grew around the lover’s pond. The air flowed under her dress and around Zelda’s legs. She was still wet, her juices dripping down her thighs. She wondered if the breeze would cause it to dry, but they got to the restaurant before she could find out.

The restaurant’s ambiance was upscale and elegant. Zelda was glad Link had had her wear something that matched the black-tie atmosphere. While the restaurant technically had no dress code, she would have felt out of place in the casual clothing she had been in earlier. The dress she wore was just long enough to be seen as classy. She was thankful it was so tight, lest she risk it flying up at a moment’s notice.

It was romantically lit with candle chandeliers. It was bright enough to be able to see your food and other people at your table but dim enough to still have an intimate feel.

“I’m going to order for you,” Link said once they were seated.

“Oh?”

He looked nervous, like he wasn’t sure she’d like the idea. His voice had a tinge of insecurity, as if he was worried he had taken the whole ‘I liked when you dommed last time and I’d like you to do it again’  thing too far. Zelda felt confused by this fear. She could speak up if she didn’t like something, and they had a safe word in place (the safe word was ‘goron spice’, because, while a delectable ingredient in curries, it was not a fun thing to think about during sex, so they’d know it wasn’t said on accident. It was usually meant for Link when he subbed, but the two had agreed to use the same word when Zelda did. She hadn’t had to use it yet, but Link had once or twice when things got too much for him. It was also perfect in that it was a very quick and easy word to sign, so he could use it even if his selective mutism was acting up.)

“Yes. As a dominance thing. And I’m gonna pay. Also as a dominance thing. In a gentleman way.”

She laughed. “Alright. That’s very gentlemanly of you. What ever shall you order me, I wonder?”

He let out a relieved breath, glad that Zelda didn’t find his idea too far. “Um… hearty salmon meunière. You always like that.”

“I do indeed. May I please ask for extra sauce?”

“Hmm…” he considered it, thinking about goddess-knows-what. It occurred to her that the thinking was purely for show, and he wasn’t really thinking at all. “Sure.”

“Thank you. I-“ the vibrations became more intense, cutting her off mid-sentence. They died back down to level one before Zelda could fully process the change. “Oh!”

Link gave a look of concern. “Something wrong?”

She cleared her throat, trying to disguise her change in tone, as if Link didn’t know exactly why she had stopped speaking. “I’m doing just lovely, thank you.”

The waiter came and took their orders, then walked off again. Link had raised and lowered the vibrations several times during ordering, which Zelda found unnecessary. She didn’t voice this thought, knowing it would not earn her the title of ‘good girl’ she so desperately wanted.

She felt naked without her undergarments. The knowledge that her nipples could be seen through her dress by anyone close enough, or all that need happen to see her pussy was a strong gust of wind? It was a feeling she had never had before.

Her pussy was dripping so much that her thighs were slick with her juices. She felt more and more exposed the wetter she got.

’What if someone notices?’ she thought, ’If they see, and then look more closely, they’ll see my wet thighs and erect nipples! Oh goddess, that would be humiliating. I hope that happens. I mean, doesn’t happen.’

The food came quickly after their orders had been taken, Link’s on fire for some reason. He was clearly alarmed when he saw the flaming salad coming toward them. He put his hand on his sword and went to move Zelda behind him, but stopped when he realized this was one of those restaurants where they liked to light things on fire for the aesthetic of it. Zelda understood this desire, as she also enjoyed the aesthetic of flaming greens.

Their food, once it had stopped smoldering, was as delicious as the rumbling Zelda felt deep inside her. It felt as if the toy was gyrating in her pussy, moving specifically to torture her. She realized that was exactly what was happening.

She felt both covered and uncovered, aware of how the dress clung so tightly against her body. She felt Link’s gaze wander to her chest more than once. The idea that he could see her nipples’ outline and she knew it but couldn’t stop it… it was an intoxicating feeling.

She wondered if anyone could see the outline of the belt under her dress. She hadn’t checked in the mirror before they left. She’d have to check next time she went to the bathroom.

She ran her hand through her hair, trying to focus on something other than the fluctuating rumbling in and around her pussy. “The meal is lovely,” she said.

“Mm hmm,” Link replied.

She clenched her pussy around the toy, trying to silence it. She knew no one in the restaurant could hear it over the bustling waiters and nearby chatting tables. “How are you enjoying your copious fried wild greens?”

“Great. They do something different than me, but I don’t know what. Maybe it’s the fire.”

“May I try?” He nodded, so she leaned over the table and took a bite. She was aware he could easily look down her dress with the way she was leaning, but didn’t mind.

She wasn’t much of a chef, only knowing how to make meaty rice bowls, meaty rice balls, and meat skewers with rice. Despite her lack of cooking skills, she was an excellent taste tester. “It’s mighty thistle. They’re preparing the dish with mighty thistle instead of amaranth.”

Link nodded and took another bite. “Hmm… that feels right.”

“Would you like a taste of my fish?”

“Yes, please.”

He took a bite and smiled. “You made a great choice with the extra sauce. Good girl.”

“Um, thank you.” Zelda blushed and ducked her head to brush her hair from her face. Link’s remark reminded her of the buzzing under her clothes. She hadn’t forgotten to begin with, but his choice of words made her feel shy. She wondered if that had been his intention. His smirk said it was.

His foot tapped her leg. The sudden movement, however slight, made her feel the vibration all the more intensely. She took a deep breath. She wanted to make it through dinner without making a fool of herself. She knew no one would know, and she knew Link wouldn’t judge her. Hell, she knew he’d let her take the chastity belt off if she needed to. But she really, really didn’t want to. She wanted Link to call her a good girl again. She wanted to squirm as much as she could handle, then a bit more. She wanted this amazing torture to continue.

“We have any plans this week?” Link asked.

“Ah, yes,” she replied, glad for something new on which she could focus her attention. “I must meet with Magda about the garden. You were right, she takes her job as royal gardener very seriously.”

Link grimaced as if he was remembering something unpleasant. Zelda wondered what he hadn’t told her. When she had mentioned wanting to grow a garden, but didn’t know how, Link had immediately suggested Magda, but refused to tell Zelda why he was so protective of her the whole time.

“What happened with you and M- eep!”

The vibration turned up a notch. Link gave another concerned look. Zelda saw past it. He was so not concerned. He was deeply enjoying this, and he knew she knew it.

“You okay, princess?”

She nodded. “Erm, yes. Absolutely. As I was asking, what did- eep!” she yelped as the vibrations went back down, then to what Zelda could only imagine was insane mode.

“You’ve said eep twice now. You sure you’re okay?”

“Are you just trying to get me to drop the subject?”

Link grinned. “Maybe.”

‘That’s it!’ She thought, ‘I need a break from this.’

She knew she couldn’t tell him why she was sneaking off. If she told him she was going to try to grind against the toilet seat hard enough to have it stimulate her clit through the leather and metal, he wouldn’t let her go. But he absolutely wouldn’t keep her from going to the bathroom if he thought she needed to pee, or fix a wardrobe malfunction, or even redo her hair.

“I must, erm,” she improvised an excuse. She already had a large strand of hair hanging from her head into her face. That’s it! She feigned scratching her head, then dragged her hand down, knocking her braid askew. “Oh, dear!”

Link frowned. “Everything okay?”

“It’s quite alright,” she continued. “Though must go fix my hair.”

He nodded. “Okay, I promise not to steal your food.”

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

She was only two steps from the table when Link called out again, “Oh, and princess?”

She turned to look at him. “Yes?”

Link spun the key around his finger by the keychain. “You can go to the bathroom. But remember, I have the key. And the remote.”

Zelda grimaced. He hadn’t fallen for it after all. “Um… I remember that, of course. I simply need to fix my hair.”

“You have two minutes.”

She made an indignant noise. “A time limit? Why?”

“Because that’s enough time for you to fix your hair, but not enough time for you to try to figure out a way to touch yourself.”

“What? Don’t you trust me?” She gave him wide eyes, trying to manipulate him into giving her more time.

“No.”

’Fair enough,’ she thought. This is not what she said. “I also need to fix my braid. It will take a while to fix, as I’ll have to unbraid and rebraid it.”

“Two minutes. And if your hair isn’t fixed, I’ll know you weren’t really fixing it, and you’ll be in trouble.”

The idea of being in trouble was one Zelda half wanted, half didn’t. She didn’t want to risk him adding more time to her chastity sentence. Last time Zelda had been the submissive one, Link had taken great joy in adding time to her predicament. She didn’t want that to happen again, despite how much fun it was last time.

“I also have to pee?”

“No you don’t.”

“How… how did you know?”

“Zelda. Two minutes.”

She huffed, but agreed. “Fine.”

The bathroom, as Zelda had hoped, was a one-person bathroom. It was immaculately clean and its toilet had a lid.

Last time Link had dominated her, he had added an hour at a time as a punishment. She decided that it was worth the risk. If she was able to cum now, it would make staying in this contraption for an extra hour worth it.

She felt guilty, trying to cum when Link had explicitly ordered her not to, but she told herself he wouldn’t find out.

She tried to slip a finger through the side of her chastity belt, but it was pressed too tightly against her to fit in more than a pinkie. Even then, her finger couldn’t maneuver properly to reach her clit, much less rub it or thrust the dildo up and down. She huffed in frustration, then decided on a different method. The vibrations were intense, but just low enough to not tip her over the edge. Link must have turned them down to level one to make sure she didn’t cum in the bathroom.

She straddled the toilet and tried to grind against it to give some friction to her poor pussy, but she couldn’t even feel it through the metal. She tried again to pull it down, but it was just as tight as earlier. She attempted many methods to get to her clit, and all of them were fruitless.

A knock sounded from the door, snapping Zelda out of her determined mindset. How long had it been? It had absolutely been more than two minutes. “One moment!” she shouted, rushing to the mirror and hastily fixing what she could of her hair.

She dreaded going back to the table, knowing what Link would think. She decided to think of an excuse on the way back that would explain why she had taken so long and her hair still looked almost the same.

She didn’t get the chance. The moment she opened the door, she was greeted by Link. His face said it all. The look on it was so disapproving that he didn’t need speak at all to get the point across that he was not happy with her. He spoke anyway. “Two minutes were up five minutes ago.”

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“Two minutes were up five minutes ago.”

She grimaced. “I, um-“

“You are in big trouble, princess. I don’t know if you even deserve to cum tonight.”

“What?” she gasped. She hadn’t thought this would be the consequence of her actions.

“Come on.” He roughly grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the table. No one paid them any mind. Link spoke quietly, but it did nothing to vanquish Zelda’s fear that someone might hear him. “You’ve been a very bad girl. Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

“Not at all? Please, I need to! It was just so tickly! I only tried a little, and I didn’t succeed! I couldn’t get the belt off!”

“I know you didn’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so desperate.”

“Please? I’ll be good the rest of the night, I promise!”

“No. No cumming. And you have to wear that all day tomorrow, too.”

She squeaked. “Tomorrow?”

She couldn’t imagine wearing this during the day where anyone could see her. At least at this restaurant, no one recognised her. But tomorrow, they would visit some ruins with Purah to scavenge for guardian parts. She knew if she acted even the teeniest bit odd, if the vibrations made too much noise, or if she yelped at the change in intensity, Purah would connect the dots to find out what Zelda was wearing under her clothes.

While the thought of someone else knowing excited her, she knew Purah would ask questions that she would be forced to answer. Purah may even want to see how it looked on a person, and Zelda would have to slip off her pants to show her… Purah would certainly notice how wet she was. Maybe she’d make a teasing remark, taunting Zelda about how she was being so submissive, letting Link lock her up and control her orgasms like this. Maybe she’d get up close to examine the device in action. Maybe she’d touch it for scientific research, or just use that as a guise to be able to tease and embarrass Zelda more.

Maybe she’d spread Zelda’s legs apart and take notes on how it looked, taking a photo to look at next time she researched the ancient bondage device this one was inspired by. Maybe she’d move Zelda around for the pictures, hands touching her in borderline violating places as she took notes from various angles. Maybe she’d make her spread her ass cheeks to look at the way it looked from the back. She’d raise Zelda’s ass and push up her tits for the best shots, arousing her even further and knowing it. She did extensive testing with other devices, so she certainly wouldn’t have any qualms about doing the same here, despite Zelda’s very personal involvement. Purah was the one who invented this new device, after all.

Maybe Zelda would let out an unintentional sound of pleasure, letting the others know she was enjoying this. They would tease her about it, making her even wetter, and they’d notice that, too. Maybe Link would give Purah the remote for a bit and she’d test Zelda’s reactions to the different intensity levels. She’d write down the results, detailing exactly how Zelda reacted to each rumble and jolt.

Link would decide not to let Zelda put her pants back on and make her search the ruins bottomless the rest of the day, her caged, naked lower body on display every time she bent down to look at something, every time she reached for a screw. Maybe he’d make her take her top off, too, as further punishment for tonight’s disobedience. She’d be utterly humiliated and so, so aroused without any chance of relief.

She got goosebumps at the possibilities, a shiver running through her body. It was a strange, delicious thing to think about, being humiliated publicly like that, being forced to show a friend her most intimate parts, outside in the ruins, being moved around and touched in all the wrong places, then having to keep her pants off, her natural lubrication running wasted down her legs and drying in the cool air only to be replaced with more.

’Maybe I am an exhibitionist,’ she realized.

“You like that idea?” Link asked upon seeing Zelda’s face. “Wearing this outside where anyone could find out?”

“Um, maybe a little bit.”

“That isn’t a good punishment, then. How about… I don’t let you cum until the next day we have off.”

Zelda stopped walking, taken aback. “That’s Friday. Five days from now. Link, please, I can’t wait that long!”

Link raised an eyebrow, then began pulling her arm more harshly to guide her to their table. He put a hand on her ass as he pushed her gently into her seat. “You can and you will. Unless you can convince me otherwise.”

If it wouldn’t have made a scene, she would have yelled ‘Oh thank the goddess!’ right then and there. Instead, she spoke at a normal volume. “So there’s still a chance I may get to cum tonight?”

He nodded. “Wouldn’t count on it, though. You couldn’t even make it the time you’ve had it on without trying something.”

“I promise I won’t do it again!”

“I know.”

“What do I have to do to convince you?”

Link didn’t answer. He twirled a piece of hair between his fingers absentmindedly. “Hmm… If you’re this desperate after so little time, I wonder what it will be like when you have to wait five days…”

“I can’t take this for five more days, love!”

“You have until we get home to make an argument.” He pulled out the remote and turned up the vibrations’ strength. “If you don’t convince me, you aren’t cumming.”

She nodded. She tried to think of what she could say, but the higher vibrations clouded her mind. She gasped and bit her lip to keep from exclaiming. “Oh, goddess,” she gasped, “Oh, goddess, that’s intense.”

“That’s the point, princess.”

The waiter came over and placed a dish on the table. It was a large slice of cake with white, fluffy frosting piled on top. Link resumed his sentence as soon as the waiter was out of earshot. “Don’t want you to get too comfortable.”

She shuddered and nodded. “I- I understand.”

 The desert was divine, especially the frosting. She was glad there was so much of it on the cake slice.

“I adore this dessert,” she said, hoping to distract herself from the buzzing inside and around her pussy. “The cake is so light and spongey.”

“Frosting is good, too,” Link said.

“I agree, it’s very creamy.”

Link wrapped his leg around hers under the table. He took her hand and looked into her eyes. “As creamy as your pussy is right now?”

She blushed. She had not been expecting him to say that. She had failed at distracting herself from the sensations, but only because Link wanted her to focus on them. “I— um… I… yes.”

“Say it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tell me how wet and creamy your pussy is.”

“It’s, um,” she stammered. The embarrassment from not only having to describe something so personal, but of having to say it out loud in public. “It’s… um…”

“Don’t you want to cum tonight? Tell me how wet you are. Now.”

She took a deep breath and begun describing. “It’s very— I’m very wet, Link.”

“More.”

“I-“ she wasn’t expecting to have to go on. It made her focus on how it felt to be so wet, so exposed yet imprisoned. To have her caged pussy on display under her dress, to have her nipples poke through the fabric, to have her orgasm controlled by someone else. She could feel her clit twitching and throbbing against the belt’s interior. She was embarrassed, but wanted to cum tonight, so she started describing how it felt. “It’s hot and wet, liquid spilling out of me and running down my legs. I’m very, very aroused and desperately need to cum. I feel myself throbbing and shaking from the constant stimulation. I feel both covered and open, like everyone can almost see what’s happening, but I’m just shielded enough for it to be a secret. I can feel you gazing at my chest through my dress, observing my nipples’ every curve and bump. I feel you watching my ass as I walk, and I can feel every little movement I make. Please, Link, I am so, so aroused.”

Link smiled and lifted a forkful of cake up to her lips. “Good girl, describing yourself to me so nicely.”

She took the cake into her mouth, appreciating that Link had given her the last bite. He always did that, which given his love of food, was very chivalrous of him. Sometimes Zelda refused because she knew he would like the last bite of something more than her, but this time, she accepted it. She didn’t want to disobey Link again, but more than that, the cake was truly delightful and she knew she would be regretful later if she didn’t savour the last bit of its taste. Besides, it was a pineapple cream cake, and she didn’t dismiss the idea that Link would have her taste her own juices like last time. She wasn’t sure if pineapple improved the taste of it, or if it only improved the taste of cum, but she decided not to overthink it, and just enjoy the last bite of cake.

She held it in her mouth for a moment before swallowing. It really was very creamy.

“Ready to head out?” Link asked a moment later.

“Um…” Zelda said, realising she had gotten distracted by the dessert and conversation and hadn’t thought up a reason Link should let her cum tonight. “Um, we haven’t paid yet! We don’t want to be outlaws.”

“Paid while you were in the bathroom. Come on.”

“Already? May we stay a bit longer?” She told him the truth. “I haven’t come up with an argument yet!”

“Better think of one fast, then.” He put his hand on her lower waist and pulled her closer to him. She felt his hand touch the belt and grew embarrassed knowing he could feel it through her dress’s fabric.

It was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying going from the shrine to their house. Link had given her his jacket to wear around herself in case anyone they knew saw her. He didn’t want Zelda to be judged by a villager for being clearly braless. It was night now, so it was unlikely anyone would be out, but he didn’t want to take the risk.

“Hope you’re coming up with a good argument,” Link said. Zelda made a face that was the facial equivalent of scoffing. She knew Link knew she couldn’t think straight with the vibrations so high.

After they entered the house, Link turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “Convince me you deserve to cum. You can have more time if you need. How about… ten minutes? I’m taking away the time you spent in the bathroom earlier, though, so that’s three minutes.”

She thought about it. She knew any amount of time wouldn’t help her when the dildo inside her vibrated at alternating speeds, not letting her get used to any of them. She wondered if perhaps it was worse (better?) than if it had stayed on one speed the full time.

“I shall not be accepting your offer for three additional minutes. Thank you, though. I appreciate your generosity.”

“Convince me now, then. Remember we have a very busy week. It’ll be a looooong time until Friday.”

“Yes, Link. Alright,” she took a deep breath. She would have to improvise, which would be difficult with everything distracting her, but she was fairly confident she could pull together something at least slightly substantial. The vibrations turned higher, as if to taunt her, to tell her what she was going to miss out on if she wasn’t persuasive enough. She tried to ignore the taunt. “I believe you should allow me to orgasm tonight because I, um, I have… I am very wet and it would be a shame not to use that fluid for something. Wait, no, that’s an unconvincing point. Additionally, though, I can make you cum while you fuck me! More than once, if you’d like! I can use anything you’d like! My mouth, my vagina, or my ass… Even my feet like we saw in that lewd magazine!”

He laughed. It was not his normal laugh, which was kind and cute. It was colder, darker. The sort of laugh one gave when they’re about to give bad news, but they enjoy the news for some reason. Assholes. “You misunderstood.”

“I did?” she frowned, not sure what that meant for her argument. “About what? The magazine’s claim that men enjoyed when people rub his cock in between their feet? I feel it was incredibly clear. Disturbingly detailed, even. I can no longer see feet the same way, and that’s another reason I should be allowed to cum; my willingness to use my feet for something other than their intended purpose is, um… noble? Yes, noble.” She smiled widely, hoping it would get her closer to what she wanted. No, what she needed.

He ignored what she said as he unzipped his pants. “You were very bad. Nothing you say can convince me to let you cum tonight.”

She made a sound of dismay. “What? But Link, please, you told me I still had a chance! I didn’t disobey you after you told me what would happen! And I severely regret disobeying you at all. I know I deserve to be punished for it, but please, please, please let me cum. Punish me a different way, please!” The argument sounded weak even to her.

Link tisked at her. “Wasn’t finished. You can’t convince me with words, but you can convince me with your body.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” she immediately went to undress. “Will you be taking this chastity belt off me? Or am I going to give you a blowjob to convince you?”

He shook his head. “Neither.”

“You can’t access my vagina through this, so if you don’t desire a blowjob, I’m unsure what you do want. Oh, perhaps anal?”

“I’ve been looking at your tits all evening. Now we’re going to use them.”

“Oh? Oh! Yes, of course.” She went to unzip her dress, but got stuck. Why were so many dresses like this? Had Link picked one with a zipper purely so she would have to ask for his help? It seemed unlikely, but not impossible. “Sorry, but I need a bit of help, please.”

Link walked over slowly and unzipped the dress, but he didn’t stop there. He slid his hands around to the front of her and massaged her tits in his hands. She moaned. The vibrations combined with the sensation of her breasts being kneaded was intoxicating. She leaned into Link’s touch, conflicted about whether she wanted for Link to get on with it so she could earn her chance to cum, or if she wanted this feeling to continue forever. She was leaning toward the latter.

Eventually he slid her dress onto the floor, told her to meet him at their bed, and took off his own clothes. He sat on the bed and spread his legs, his cock standing erect between them.

She wiped her hands on the inside of her thighs to lubricate them. Link raised an eyebrow. She blushed. “I, um…”

“No, no. It’s a good idea.”

She was glad he understood. She would have been embarrassed (in a bad way) if he hadn’t. She rubbed the lubrication from her hands onto her tits and sat down between Link’s legs. Precum dripped from his cock, alerting Zelda of his arousal. She rubbed it on her tits, too.

With her hands on the sides, she pushed her tits around his cock and started moving them up and down, slowly at first, then speeding up. She moved them so the nipples were pointed inward, but her breasts were too small to make the nipples rub against Link.

His cock was of average size, and grew much larger when he was turned on. Zelda wondered how long it had been hard and hidden beneath his tunic. Probably just as long as she had been aroused. Maybe longer, since he had planned this, too. She wondered if he had had this part planned, or had improvised it upon Zelda’s disobedience.

Her breasts jiggled as she moved herself. She found herself wishing he was fucking her pussy instead. She reminded herself that this particular action was for Link’s pleasure, not hers. The thought, perhaps ironically, made the titjob begin to turn her on.

The dildo felt as if it was thrusting inside her with every movement. Did Link know it? That this was pushing her closer to the edge, too? He seemed to realize at some point, because he turned the vibrations completely off. Zelda whimpered, “What? Why?”

“The thrusting would make you cum with the bouncing. You can’t cum until later, remember?”

She frowned. “Yes, Link.”

“Good girl.”

She missed the vibrations, but it was easy to pretend the toy inside her was the real thing, rubbing against her insides with every movement.

Link tilted his head back and inhaled sharply. Squeezing her breasts around it, she sucked on the tip of his cock until his breath hitched, then she resumed her movement. Link’s hips thrusted up as he came. He twitched as his cum shot onto on Zelda’s face and chest. She kept bouncing her tits until long after he was done, then began licking the cum off the parts of them her mouth could reach.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his breath still ragged from his orgasm moments before, “didn’t even need to ask.”

“Last time you wanted me to taste myself,” she explained, taking a finger from her mouth, “so I assumed you would want me to taste you this time.”

“If I may be so bold,” she asked after licking up all she could, though she was unsure if asking was the right call, “have I earned the right to an orgasm tonight? Please?”

He didn’t say anything. She began to worry. “I could make you cum again, first, if you’d like. You can still access my anus through this device, if you don’t want to have vaginal intercourse tonight. So long as I have clitoral stimulation, I can cum from anal sex!”

He smiled. “Let’s save that for another night.”

“What? No, please! Please let me cum today!”

“You can.”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much. I promise—“

“But first,” he interrupted her, holding up the remote, “you’re going to have 5 minutes of this on insane mode without cumming.”

“I- I, um,” she lowered her voice and her head. She rubbed one of her arms with the opposite hand. “To be honest, I’m not sure I could make it that long on such a high setting.”

“You can and you will. You’re going to lie down and I’m going to put this on insane mode. The name for which I will try to get Purah to change, because it is not a sexy name.”

“She won’t change it. I implored her to change the Sheikah slate’s name, but she refused. Her heart becomes set on names very quickly after choosing them.”

“I know, right? I- no, wait, I’m punishing you for trying to get off earlier. Not talking about Purah’s lack of name-choosing skills.”

“I agree. She’s already come up a disturbing number of times during this whole endeavour. Thank the goddess she’s in an adult body again, though. Otherwise we wouldn’t have this device at all.”

“Yeah. Why does she carry that recorder around with her now, though?”

“Perhaps she can only play hot cross buns and thinks if she carries it around with her, she can learn another song whenever the mood strikes her.”

“Seems unlikely. Maybe it’s for fashion?”

“That may be it. Fashion is quite strange. Those mushroom hats, for one thing.”

“Oh goddess those are ugly.”

“I find them charming in a fungus-ey sort of way.”

“Huh. I can see that.”

They looked at each other while pondering the pros and cons of mushroom-themed-fashion.

“What were we doing?” Zelda asked, knowing what they had been doing and wanting to get back to it.

“Oh, right,” Link seemed to snap back into reality. “I was punishing you for earlier. Anyway… when you get too close, I’m going to turn it off, and you’ll lay still until you can handle more without cumming. Now lay down. Yes, Link?”

“Yes, Link,” she replied. She nervously laid down, her wet thighs leaving marks on the blanket already.

“Keep your arms spread. I want to see the rest of my cum drying on you.”

“Yes, Link.”

The vibrations stopped completely, leaving her feeling oddly empty for having such a large toy in her.

Her about-to-cum feeling was almost gone when she begun to relax. She could do this. She could make it the five minutes. She believed in herself.

Her confidence was shattered as soon as she gained it. The vibrations turned on, immediately higher and faster than the highest setting from earlier in the day. She was unpleasantly surprised that the setting she had thought was high earlier didn’t hold a candle to the current intensity.

She failed to hold back a scream. “Oh, goddess! Oh, goddess that’s a lot!”

Link chuckled. “Maybe insane mode is a good name.”

Her breathing picked up as she bucked her hips up, knowing it wouldn’t help but trying anyway. Link pushed them down, his hands rough and firm. “Stay still.”

Tears began to form in her eyes. “Link! I’m close! I—”

Link pressed the off button on the remote immediately. Her hips wiggled, trying to keep the pleasure going, but it was no use. She had had the vibrations on her for so long at such a high strength that she felt almost numb without it.

He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Such a good girl, telling me before you came. Giving up your orgasm so you could obey my orders. I’m so proud of you.”

“Really? Thank you.”

“You like that? When I praise you?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes! I do, Link! Please do it more!”

“You’re such a good girl, letting me control your pussy like this. Listening to me so well, laying still and keeping your arms out. You’re beautiful and kind and so, so sexy.” He flicked one of her nipples. She let out a noise that was somewhere between a yelp and a moan. “And now I’m going to turn this back on. You still have four minutes.”

Zelda was still appreciating the praise, not processing the last two sentences until it was too late to prepare herself. She yelped again, pressing her hips into the bed as hard as she could. She grit her teeth. The rumbling inside her was so strong it was almost painful. She hoped it went on forever. She hoped it stopped soon. She hoped both in equal measure.

“Stop!”

Link pressed the off button again. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just— I just need a moment. How long do I still have until I may cum?”

Link looked at the clock. “Three and a half minutes.”

“What?! I only had it on for 30 seconds that time?”

“That’s right.”

“Oh, not 30 seconds,” she groaned. She quickly corrected herself, remembering that he had added several hours last time due to her begging, and she did not want an hour of this on insane mode. “That was not a complaint! I was simply stating that I was surprised I had lasted such little time. No complaints here, so no need to add another hour, please.”

He let a breath out of his nose in the way people do when they found something funny, but not funny enough to laugh at. “I trust you. Ready for more?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’m ready.”

She soon discovered she was not ready. The vibrator against her clit rubbed against her as she squirmed. She was so wet that she felt the dildo may slide out of her at any time if not for the chastity belt. She felt agonized in the best possible way.

’I asked Link to be rough with me,’ she thought, ‘And great goddess he delivered.’

She made it two minutes this time. “That’s your best time yet,” Link praised. “So much endurance and stamina. Good job, princess.”

“Thank you. How long do I have left? My mind refuses to solve the math.”

“Only a minute and a half. You’re doing so good. Taking your punishment so well. Such a good girl for me.”

“So you forgive me for earlier?”

“I do.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I— Ahh!”

The shaking inside her started again. Link pressed down the front of the belt against her, forcing her into the bed and ensuring that the feeling of the vibrator was pushed hard directly against her clit. It would be extremely uncomfortable if she wasn’t so wet. She was glad for not the first time today that she had had so much lubrication. She breathed in and out, her breath picking up.

’Do not cum,’ she told herself. ’Be a good girl. I can do it. I can make it. I will not cum before I’m allowed.’

“And… time!” Link called, taking his hand off the front of her and using it to turn off the remote. “You did so good.”

“I did it!” Zelda sighed. “I did it! May I please cum now?”

“Of course, princess. You earned it. How do you want me to make you cum?”

She barely thought about the answer. “Fuck me, please! May I keep the vibrator bit on my clitoris, though? I believe the intensity it underwent has caused it to need such intensity to feel it properly.”

“Sure.” He pinned her arms above her head with one hand and unlocked the chastity belt with the other.

“Um… why are you holding my hands up like this?”

“Sexy reasons.”

“I see. Well, it gave the desired effect. It is very sexy to see your pectoral muscles flex.”

He removed the device and positioned it so that while Zelda’s clit was still against the vibrator, he could now penetrate her. Her pubic hair stuck to her pussy with sweat and precum.

She noticed Link’s hands had disappeared. Not as in ‘oh shit, my boyfriend’s hands have disappeared and now he has my great-times-a-thousand-grandfather’s hand and while the powers are cool, he kind of misses his old hand. Also is it weird for him to do sexual things with me with that hand? No, right? It is Link’s hand now. This is very normal and everyone has found themselves in this situation at some point or another.’ Just as in ‘oh, my boyfriend still has both hands but they are no longer pinning my arms to the headboard.’

Link’s hand had gone to take the dildo off the chastity belt to, Zelda assumed, make it not poke her stomach while it lay against her clit. She soon found that her assumption was incorrect. Link shoved the dildo against her mouth.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “This is confusing and I feel perplexed.”

“I want you to suck it.”

“Why? It’s not even your penis. It’s just a sex toy.”

“Sexy reasons,” he said again.

“I’m not sure it will all fit in my mouth, but I can try. It certainly won’t be able to hit my throat without me gagging and vomiting, so please don’t move it too far back.”

He slapped one of her tits. It stung and left a light pink mark. Zelda was tempted to ask him to do it again, but decided to tell him how much she liked it later, after they had had sex. Her breast jiggled as Link fulfilled her unspoken wish and struck it again. “I’m the one deciding what you’ll do tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow. She wanted to cum, but she couldn’t stand not knowing if Link had a vomit fetish. The idea of vomiting was not a pleasant one, and she was unsure if Link enjoyed it. That would be disappointing to him, because Zelda was not going to throw up on him on purpose even if he wanted her to. She was all for indulging in various kinks he had, but anything having to do with vomit, blood, or snot was too much for her. “Do you want me to throw up on you? Is that a fetish?”

“It probably is. But no, I don’t want that. That’s why you’ll be holding it. Keep it as far back as you can without gagging.”

“Alright.” She stuck it in her mouth as far back as it would go without risking it triggering her gag reflex.

“You’re so pretty,” Link praised, “And soooo wet. I bet you can tell how wet you are just from the toy in your mouth.”

She nodded. She attempted to say, “Yes, I can.” But in actuality said something along the lines of “Yah ey caw.” Which was decidedly not sexy, but neither she nor Link thought too hard about it.

She breathed heavily around the toy as he slid his cock in. It felt amazing, slightly smaller than the dildo had been. It was a nice feeling, being full without being stretched too far. It felt both erotic and comforting, as sex with Link always did.

He began thrusting while he turned the vibrations to the medium setting. He pressed it against her clit. It pushed against it, completely engulfing her in sensations so delicious she was shocked she wasn’t seeing stars.

His cock rubbed up and down against her g-spot, scratching a metaphorical itch like she had been longing for all evening. She felt as if it was bumping against her very being, completely surrounding her in pleasure, completely surrounding her in Link.

Link came again with a gasp and a deep thrust. Zelda felt his cum filling her, deep enough to not leak out at first. It only began spilling out of her when he continued to thrust, determined to make his goddess cum.

He didn’t have to wait long. The arousal Zelda was encased in upon being filled with Link’s cum, combined with the thrusting and the intense vibrations was perhaps the strongest she had ever had. “I- I- Link, I’m about to—“

Before she had finished her sentence, Link turned the vibrator to insane mode. He took the dildo from her mouth and began thrusting harder.

She screamed as she came, the vibrations running through her like the most glorious lightning. “Ah! Link!”

He left the chastity belt against her clit for a moment after she finished, perhaps wanting to be positive it was still on as she came. It would be mean to take it off right before and ruin her orgasm. Maybe in the future that would be fun, but tonight, Zelda was glad she got to cum while fully enveloped in the sensations.

She breathed heavily as Link turned off the vibrations and slid himself out of her. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you. You were such a good girl for me. I’m going to go get a towel to clean you off, okay?”

She nodded, clearly exhausted. It would be odd if she wasn’t after the night’s events. She would blush at the compliments, but her face was already pink. ’How did I get so lucky?’ she thought. “Okay,” she said, “Thank you. You did well, too.”

He wiped the strands of hair sticking to her forehead off her face and kissed her. She tasted salty, the combination of sweat and having the sex toy in her mouth.

When he came back upstairs, he found her sound asleep. He knew he would have to change the sheets and wake her up so she could pee and not get a UTI, but for now, he wiped her off and laid down next to her. He littered the side of her head with kisses. He knew she couldn’t hear, but he spoke to her anyway. “I love you.”

In her sleep, she smiled.