I'm back again, everyone! As with before, this one is another request from a friend featuring a pairing that I…hadn't give much thought to but am now starting to see some of the appeal. It's set post-OoT with Link having grown up into an adult. That should be enough to tell you all where this is going…

I do not own anything.

It never ceased to amaze Impa just how quickly things could go south. As a warrior, as a protector of the royal family, she really should have been used to such things. She wanted to believe peace was making her soft, that was the preferable excuse.

"Hah! Told you I was going to be the victor today! I mean come on, I've been on a roll!" Exclaimed the red-headed trainee slamming his practice sword against the shield of his opponent. Normally, she would have said something to curb Goose's growing confidence, but Impa bit her tongue and decided to let his opponent do that for her.

Said opponent was also the reason the day had gone from pleasant to…stifling for her.

Between his bouts of bombastic laughter and the sound of their weapons, Groose was completely blind to the little smiles Link sunk in. Only Impa and a handful of others could see them, and knew what they represented. Over time, Link had become quite good in hiding his emotions and thoughts behind a smile and a laugh, or in battle, keeping his battle plans to himself. Quite a feat considering he'd spent most of his fighting monsters and abominations that possessed little in the way of human-like intelligence. Then again, to survive a good number of those fights he'd had to use his brain. Such a trait had carried over from his adult self into his younger self, and stayed with him as he grew into the young man before her.

The fine young man.

When Groose brought his sword down for what he believed would be the finishing blow, Link met it with a perfect parry. As expected, the big-muscled trainee was caught completely and utterly off-guard, and that was how the match was sealed. With a strike of his own, Link knocked his sparring partner's practice sword out of his hand, spun on his heel, and delivered quick and direct kick to Goose's chest. Groaning in pain, he hit the stone ground, his eyes seeing nothing but stars. Link, meanwhile, simply twirled his sword before placing it over his shoulder. A cocky grin of his own had formed on his face, and unlike Groose's, it was completely warranted.

Impa fought to keep her lips from forming into a smile. As instructor she couldn't show favoritism. Especially towards Link. That said, from time to time, she found herself slipping and beaming at the blond. Worse, a few times she saw him smile back at her. Miracles, those were the only way she was able to regain her composure and get back to business.

Goose went down for the third and final time, a frustrated yet resigned groan leaving his lips. Link sheathed his sword and offered his friend a hand. "Keep it up, maybe one of these days I'm actually going to break a sweat fighting you."

"Or, you know, I could actually beat you one day." Offered the redhead attempting to do-up his hair-do. If nothing else, Groose was always a bit of an optimist, and his hair seemed to be an emotional reset button. Impa would never say it aloud, but she found that feature somewhat cut a good way to soften the trainee's mood. Link was aware of it himself and used it from time to time. Watching the two of them, Impa couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of familiarity. "Seriously though, I'm getting better!"

"Yes, of course you are, now step aside so we can show these people what a real match looks like." Came a haughty male voice. Link laughed while Goose's mood soured.

Personally, Impa felt they'd been blessed with good luck in having a rush of talented and capable recruits that would one day defend Hyrule. Granted, a handful had a few personality flaws or quirks that made them…standout a bit. Groose was one, and Ajax was another. His teal-colored eyes locked with Link's as he took up a fighting position with his wooden spear. Ever ready and eager, Link fell into a similar pose. Impa gave the command and the two young men were going at it. Unlike the previous match, the battle wasn't one-sided, it was quite even as Ajax was without a doubt one of the most experienced fighters coming up through the ranks. Being Link's true "rival", he trained day and night to match the blond Hylian; Link recuperated the sentiment with all of his heart.

You really do shine like the sun, don't you? Mused the Sheikah woman as the two exchanged blows with one another. The crowd was practically a mass of thunder clouds, lively with energy and booming every few seconds. One half was cheering for Link while another was on the side of Ajax, and then there were a number who just wanted to see two of the best fighters in the kingdom go at each other. A good number of the new recruits had been attracted by Link himself, tales of his feats across the land, namely how he helped stop Ganondorf from taking power as a ten-year-old child. A child that went on to have many more adventures throughout Hyrule and beyond only to return home to serve his homeland. Everything we have now…it's all because of you, Link. This peace, this future free of strife…all because you fought harder than anyone would have thought possible.

She could hardly believe the story when she first heard it, that the blue-eyed orphan had traveled through time and managed to defeat Ganondorf after he'd attained the Triforce of Power. It was when she looked the young Hylian in the eyes did she see the truth revealed. "This child…he's seen too much, far too much." War veterans had that hard edge in their eyes, children of such a tender age weren't supposed to. Yet, there was no denying what Impa had seen…or the anger she felt that such an innocent soul had been forced to save them all. She'd feared in exchange for Hyrule's future, Link had had to give up his.

Time had proved her wrong, and given her a boon she never would have expected. The boy had gone off on a journey of his own, and he'd returned to them all a man. A strong and brave…and handsome man. Better yet, the spark of life had returned to his eyes, and it shined brilliantly day after day.

Some days, the temptation to try to hold that shine in her hands was more than she could handle.

The royal bodyguard wasn't just caught up in her thoughts, she was mesmerized by the skill shown by the youth who'd become a hero, their hero. Impa completely and utterly failed to notice her charge had snuck up on her, and was smiling.

"Stunning, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is, more so than I ever could have-" Shock, horror, embarrassment, the three emotions surged through her then gripped her heart like a vice. Quickly, she snapped to her right finding the princess, soon-to-be queen of Hyrule standing alongside her. She was smiling, scratch that, she was grinning. "Y-Your h-highness, I-I apologize, I-I barely noticed your presence!"

The gold-haired royal continued to giggle furthering her bodyguard's embarrassment. Obviously, she got quite a kick out of it. "Me sneaking up on you, how nice of a change up, eh? I came down to see how the training was going, it seems the future's looking bright, doesn't it?"

"I-Indeed, y-your highness." Impa managed to blurt out. "W-W-With warriors such as these, there is little doubt Hyrule's military strength will be strong enough to serve as a deteriorate if goddesses forbid, diplomacy fails."

Zelda merely smiled at the jest before turning back to the battle. Link and Ajax were still evenly matched, and were thoroughly enjoying themselves. She wasn't a fighter, but she could at least understand the joy that came with finding a worthy competitor to test one's self against. Hyrule's time-traveling hero had found one in the spear-wielding youth who'd fought his way up the latter. Link's reputation had driven him, and upon meeting him, their personalities had made them rivals with a respect for each other. Not that Ajax would ever admit to such a thing. Sparing a glance at her bodyguard, Zelda realized Impa wasn't so much watching the fight as she was watching one of its combatants. Her lips were ticked upward in a subconscious smile.

I believe I've let her have enough of a break, it's high time I put the wheels in motion. Thought the royal directing her focus back to the match. "Speaking of the future, have you given any thought to it?"

"Excuse me, your highness?" Spoke the Sheik looking confused.

She felt her skin crawl at the way Zelda smiled at her. "The future, a husband, marriage, family, that sort of thing. Surely someone's caught your eye by now, haven't they?"

Impa's heart thundered in her chest while her face took on a crimson hue. "W-W-What?!" Thank the goddesses everyone was distracted by the battle or else they would have seen the princess' ever stone-faced bodyguard looking flustered. "M-M-Marriage? A-A husband?"

"Yes, honestly, Impa, it's not like time is going to slow for any of us." Coolly fired back the future monarch. Zelda was very aware of Impa's extreme reluctance to backtalk her. This was one of those times she took advantage of it. "It's not like there's a shortage of good-looking and capable men within Hyrule's boarders. "There is general Marks, I know you and he have a certain respect for each other, Sir Pers, though he's a tad older than you that I would like. Oh, how's about Sir Cay or Emric?" Her listing was cut off as she watched Link masterfully parry several thrusts aimed straight at his chest. Truthfylly, all she could see were flashes followed by the sound of wound smacking against wood. Zelda wasn't sure what had happened until her ears registered the banter between the two males. "Dare I say it, Link may just end up surpassing his future self."

"He already has, and he will continue to go higher." Complimented the royal bodyguard with a passionate smile.

That smile gave it all away.

"Ah, I see…heh, well, I can hardly blame you." Laughed the blonde. Immediately, Impa realized she'd revealed her terrible secret. Again, it was rather nice to see her usually serious-eyed protector's face looking so flustered. "So, the great and ever-stoic Impa has also fallen for the Hero of Hyrule, what a shock."

"M-M-M-Milady, p-please!" Luck hadn't abandoned her yet as all eyes and ears were still on the fight. "I-I don't, I-I can't, I-I mean, i-it isn't right! He and I are-"

"By legal rights, Link is an adult, he did turn nineteen little over three months ago, and you are-"

"I'm approaching thirty-six, I'm too old of him!" She hissed.

"Shall I go to the royal library and bring forth all the instances when there was a thirty-year age between members of the Royal Family and such? Besides, Impa, you look quite well for a woman approaching forty, Link believes so as well."

The sound of wood cracking was little more than a distant sound in her ears. "H-H-He does? B-But, h-how could you-"

"You don't think I spend all my time reading and signing documents?" Answered the female blonde with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, this is my castle and you all are my people, keeping in the know is practically a requirement. Now, go get him."

Impa's jaw dropped. "G-G-Get him? Z-Zelda!"

She used her first name, and without any honorifics, the princess was getting through. "Surely you know how many admirers Link has, and he hasn't seriously committed to any of them. I wonder why that might be?" There was another crack, this one quite audible. Zelda could tell by the force the two fighters were using their weapons were going to break any moment now. "Impa, time's precious, and we need to make the most of it while we have it."

"I…I…" Biting her lip, the white-haired woman bowed her head. Before, she had been the one to lecture Zelda on patience and how to use time, and now look where they were. "I understand."

"Good, then I hereby give you permission to seduce Sir Link O'Farrell."

CRA-ACK

Wood broke into splinters, and Impa's mind fragmented not long afterward. Her mouth open and closed several times as she struggled to process what had just happened, in broad daylight no less. The more she looked into the princess' eyes the more she realized there was no running from this, or rather, she could no longer continue to run away from her feelings.

Looking to the practice field, she saw Link and Ajax making light over their broken weapons. The crowd was a mixture of awed and disappointed as the match would now had no clear victor. Those small number that had predicted a tie were reaping the benefits of their foresight. Sweat swam down Link's face and stained his shirt. Impa could do see shades of the man she'd met in another time, the man who'd conquered the Shadow Temple against impossible odds. He was standing before her, close enough she could reach out and touch.

Tightening her fist, she decided that's exactly what she'd do.

Alright, how bad could this be? I mean, it's not the first time she's ever called me out one of the practice fields for a private session. It's not like I'm falling behind…am I? Fear walked in the Hero of Time's shadow. He knew not how to shake it off causing his nerves to remain tight and his fingers to twitch with his every step. The day had started off well-enough, but after the mid-days' sparring match things had…changed. Of all the ways for his day to go, Link surely hadn't expected this.

He'd prepared himself for a scolding as he watched Impa approach him after he and Ajax had broken their weapons. In truth, he'd actually come to find something enjoyable in her admonishing him as if he were a child. It might have been childish of him, but he liked it solely for the attention it gave him. Her attention.

"This evening, at around four or five, meet me on the east practice field. There are a few techniques I wish to share with you, Link."

His blood had raced and his heart had skipped a beat hearing her voice whisper those words to him. Thoughts swirled within his head and remained there for the rest of the day making it next to impossible for him to focus. Eventually, and just decided to do his best to guess as to the reason Impa would arrange for them to have a private match. The Sheikah bodyguard was secretive, but her heart was always in the right place. Swallowing the nervous lump, he pushed onward toward the end of tunnel.

Ten years into the future and it looked Impa had barely aged a day. He'd heard the Sheikah were long-lived compared to Hylians and other races. Link believed that as he'd returned to his proper time and grown up, all while Impa changed very little over the next nine years. She remained the most stunning woman he'd ever seen, and that included her on the battlefield, perhaps especially then.

She didn't look all that different from normal. If anything, that made it harder for his mind to focus. From time to time, Link found his mind wondering over the exposed skin of her outfit from her thighs to her arms to her face. During a handful of moments, he was lucky enough to catch her smiling; Impa's smile was fantastical.

"Ah, Link, I'm glad to see that you came." She began.

"Well, it's not like I had a lot of choice, and my schedule was free so I decided to stop by."

When around others, she rarely laughed or smiled, but when it was the two of them Link noticed her walls tended to come down. This time was looking to be no different. "I called you here today because…it's been a while since we've done hand-to-hand combat, hasn't it?"

Her smirking at his flustered face only made things worse for him. "Y-Y-Y-Ye-Yeah, s-s-sort of! I-I mean w-we-"

"Then come closer, it's time we did something about that, shouldn't we? Would you deprive yourself, and me, of the practice?" Coolly shot back the older woman already having fallen into a fighting stance.

Some corner of his mind was able to act while the rest of him remained stunned. He dashed forward, his fist already pulled back and ready to strike. Impa smiled as he came toward her. From there, it seemed as if they fell into a dance of their own, a dance composed of punches, kicks, blocks, and close-calls that left Link's heart racing more than he would have liked. Slowly but surely, he noticed how…off some of her movements were, as if she were focused less on training him and more on simply examining him. It was almost as if they were surrounded by his fellow warriors and the castle occupants. Whenever he was up, more times than not the Hylian found the Sheikah woman was watching him. And often smiling at his success.

Those times were what fueled him to do better, not for his sake or for the kingdom's, but for hers'. It wasn't the type of motivation he wanted anyone to know about, especially the woman herself. She was the royal bodyguard and he was…even if he was the one who'd stopped Ganondorf before his conquest could begin, he was still just a boy from Kokiri Forest. An orphan.

As they fought and she gave advice, he tried to hide the feelings behind a smiling and even a neutral mask. Whenever she smiled at him, the mask cracked.

Something's off, Thought the adventurer as Impa gripped his wrists and showed him where he'd gone wrong in his last attack. His mouth and head moved in false compliance so she wouldn't suspect anything. Meanwhile, his mind was working overtime to decipher what it was that had set his nerves off, besides the obvious. Only when their eyes met did was his mind able to place it. Per…Perfume…she's wearing perfume. The realization struck him like lightning. So stunned was he that he barely had time to react to Impa's words.

"Link? Link? Did you get any of that?"

"H-Huh? Oh, yeah, got it, loud and clear." All he could do was pray he found some way to back-up his lie.

Luck was on his side as what he missed, he found in Impa's face. The soft smile on her face and the sound of her feet sliding across the ground told him what he needed to.

He sprung backward, just narrowly avoiding her sweep kick. As expected, she fell into a crouch, then surged forward with her eyes focused solely on him. Bracing himself, he waited until she was within striking range, at which point she struck with her right hand. Catching it, Link attempted to twist the limb behind her back, but Impa saw his tactic coming, just as he expected. Her free arm went for his shoulder where he felt her fingers dig into his shirt. His hand shot to her wrist, catching it before she could complete her throw. Not one to be outdone, Impa smiled at him before wrenching her arms free then striking back at him with her foot. Link parried the move with a kick of his own.

The two fighters met eyes, silently acknowledging each other. The female fighter moved forward first, her excitement having blinded her to the state of the arena they were fighting over.

Crack!

Link's concentration was broken by the wooden floor breaking, as was Impa's. The splint second she lost her footing resulted in her tumbling forward; too stunned, Link could do nothing but hold up his arms ready to catch her.

"Hmmmph!"

Impa recovered first. "Eh, remind me to have the training arenas looked at. Could cause quite problem during sparring, huh?" She expected an answer, what she got was silence. "Link? Lad, are you alright? I didn't break anything important, did I?

Finally looking up, she realized they'd gone on a roll, one that had ended with her practically straddling his chest. The nineteen-year-old's face was glowing like a cherry. Not helping his case were the rays of the sunsetting sun behind them.

Or the…hardness Impa felt poking at her loans.

He's…he's…he's…! Realized the warrior woman with an audible gasp.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Impa! You have to believe me, it was an-ah…ahhh…ahhh!"

What in the name of the goddesses was she doing?

This is…this feels…so wrong, yet I…I can't stop myself! It also feels so good! His pants and hers weren't exactly made out of the thickest material, at least not thick enough to keep their respective privates from being felt up by the other. Impa…she truly enjoyed the feel of her student's member poking at her from behind his pants. Her mind drifted off to the image of what his cock would look like in front of her. An image, she was ashamed to admit, she'd been pondering for some time now. Daring to look down, she saw Link was trying and failing to repress a blissful moan as she continued to rub her lower body against his. If I continue this, he may just…no, not here, we need privacy for this! "Link, can I ask you some questions?"

Miraculous, he found the strength to focus and even speak. Looking into her eyes should have pushed away the feelings chopping at his mind, instead, it only made him stronger. "Y-Yes, I-Impa."

"What kind of woman do you like? A younger woman…or an older woman?"

His heart skipped a beat in his chest. "An…I…I wouldn't mind a woman that's older than me."

Impa's hands slowly found their way to his, her right grip hand gripping his dominant left. "Does this woman's…assets matter? Her personality?"

Common sense told him to keep his mouth shut. "Y-Yeah, a-a-and t-that's why I…sort of would like an older woman. She has-I mean they tend to have nice…breasts and a…a…"

"Cute ass for you to caress?" She smiled.

"Yes." He croaked out.

She rolled her hips against his waist again. "And what of her personality? Could she be a bit…stone-faced and assertive?"

"Actually…I…found that attractive, I mean, I know it may sound wrong, but I-"

Her finger brushed against his lips silencing him. The Hero of Time could do nothing but stare in awe at the ruby-colored eyes illuminated by the setting sun. "There's nothing wrong with those things, Link. In fact…based on all of those things…I suppose I might be your type, eh, lad?"

Again, he should have kept silent. He did…but Link still nodded his head, waiting for the dream he was in to end any second now.

Impa rose, her hand never once leaving his as they stared into one another's eyes. "Meet me at my room by midnight, and Link, don't let me wait."

His legs felt like jelly as he watched her walk away, her hips swaying with every step. It was intentional, and just for him. "Blueberry!"

Stopping in her tracks, the Sheikah woman turned back to face her student with a smile. "Bingo, now then, remember what I said."

He'd remembered, and he could still scarily believe what he was about to do. At such a late hour, most of the castle residents had gone to sleep meaning they were…free to do as they wished. A part of Link's mind had already concluded what it was Impa desired. Upon opening the door, his guesses were confirmed.

"Ah, welcome, Link. How do I look?"

Gorgeous, beautiful, seductive. He wanted to say those words, and yet he couldn't find the ability to. Pitch-black stockings covered her thighs while a sexy, strung up dark corset affectionately hugged her body. Completing the look was a dark thong that Link admittedly wanted to tear off the second he laid eyes on her. Speaking of eyes, naked lust cackled in Impa's ruby-colored eyes. Brightly illuminated by the candles surrounding them, she looked the part of some dark seductress. This wasn't the Impa that everyone knew, it was the one they could only dream of.

"Is this…real?" Squeaked the younger male as Impa approached him. Her breasts brushed up against his chest as she reached behind him to lock the door.

"Yes, Link, this is real, and I…I set all of this up for you. Do you…like it?"

Hearing the nervousness in her voice caused him to respond automatically. His arms wrapped around her waist causing her to let out a startled breath. It was the closest physical contact they'd had outside of sparring in a while. "I do, and I…Impa, how would you respond if I told you that I…that I liked you? As in more than a…friend…or a teacher?"

She could practically hear the roar of his heart, a perfect compliment to her own. "I'd say…that that makes me feel…happy. Now then, if I told you that for tonight, I wanted you, how would you react? If I told you that for tonight, I was yours and you could be as rough and physical with me as you pleased, what would be your reaction? What would your reaction be, to me asking you to give me a private lesson, Link?"

"Are you…saying you'll let me be in charge?" Repeated the blond with a thoughtful expression on his face. "That I'm the one who gets to teach the lesson this time?"

Impa couldn't contain the playful chuckle that rose up from within her. As it was on the battlefield, so too would it be in the bedroom apparently. Oddly, that fact just made her more smitten with the boy. "We can…take turns if you want. You said that you liked assertive woman so I thought-ah, ahhh…" His hands were on her ass cheeks, and his lips were on hers'. Link replicated his earlier boldness in pushing his tongue against her lips. Her heart skipping every other beat, Impa opened her mouth allowing it access. As she did before, the Sheik woman vocalized her pleasure, the muffled sound ringing through the candle-lit room. Link's hands, still gloved, caressed her bare ass. Impa felt sparks up her spine and feed directly into her brain. Her own hands gradually snaked their way around his neck leaving him locked tightly in the embrace.

Even clothed, Link could still feel Impa's body heat. It seemed to be leaking through, infecting him with an invigorating as well as intoxicating sensation. This wasn't the first time he'd felt this way, but it was the most intense. Their earlier sparing session had given him a test of the feeling. He'd wanted more, no matter how hard he tried to block the incident from his mind, the Hylian wanted to feel more of the warrior woman's body. By some crazy twist of fate, his wish was finally going to be fulfilled. A stray impulse shot through him causing him to bring her body tighter against him. Link was sure his erection was brushing up against her folds, he didn't care.

By the goddess, he's so hard! The dirty thoughts Impa had been fighting all came back to her with the fury of an overflowing river. Weeks, months even, she'd had them regarding the blond hero who'd saved them all. Naturally, Impa had tried to brush them away, after all, they were not only amoral, but impossible to ever achieve. Or at least, that's what she thought before the sun rose on this day. As the sun rose the day before, she'd gathered her courage and set out with this crazy plan. It was only fitting as the moon rose into the night sky she took the leap to enact it, and so far, it was working without a hitch. Between the short breaks they took for air, Impa's gaze briefly shifted to their waits. It was almost impossible to see, but she could feel it. I…I want to see it. I want to see it! What had become a whisper had grown in volume; it was now deafening roar she could no longer block out.

Shock momentarily overcame him was the white-haired woman pushed Link away. Briefly, he caught the look in her red eyes-pure want that burned like a bonfire. The Hylian was truly speechless before such light, and that left him vulnerable to the Sheik's attack. His startled cry as she embraced his waistline was music to Impa's ears.

"I-I-I-Impa!" Stammered the swordsman.

"Shh, let me just…let me just look at it. Please." She didn't bother to wait for his reply, she'd waited long enough. Mania gleaming in her eyes, she undid the strings and buttons holding his pants up. Link was powerless to stop her, though he was able to gasp in embarrassment when she gripped the edges of his pants and practically tore them down. In reality, a part of her wanted to tear them to pieces. Upon laying eyes on the blond-hair-covered penis, Impa could feel her inner lips tighten. Her mouth fell open as she lightly caressed the male appendage. In her battle-worn, yet soft and gentle hands, the cock twitched. The sight alone was enough to make her mouth begin watering.

Petrified, Link could do nothing but watch, and so far, watching was turning out to be a fun experience unto itself. A question buzzed in the back of his mind-how in the hell was he still standing through all of this? Any second now, it's entirely possible his legs would give out as all the feeling in his lower body was gradually fading away. Well, not all of it. There was certainly something in his cock, a hot, pulsating sensation that was growing by the second as Impa's fingers worked their sacred magic on his member. Upon feeling her wet and sizzling tongue touch his penis, Link nearly jumped out of his skin.

After having gotten her feel of eye-candy, after spending sleepless nights fantasizing, Impa was not finally licking the cock of the man she loved. She was not disappointed in the slightest. Impa didn't even try to stop herself from feeling up his penis, as if it were secreting some sort of mesmerizing fluid or aroma that had her captivated. Either that, or it was like booze, damn good booze. She wanted as much of it as she could get. "Link," she started, her voice feathery soft. "Am I the first woman to see or touch your penis?"

Her eyes told the story, though seemingly innocent, they were asking for a straight answer. Looking away in a vain attempt to hide his blush, Link gave it to her. "Y-Y-Yes, y-you are. I-I-In fact, Impa, you're…you're…you're the only woman I've ever…pleasured myself while thinking of."

A barely repressed moan left his lips as the Sheik ran her tongue up the meaty pole.

"Good, that's very good, because you're the only man I've touched myself while thinking of." As expected, her words caught him by surprise. Even as she began sensually running her fingers the length of his penis, Link's eyes remained on her. "Though I am a warrior, one sworn to defend Hyrule and its royal family, I am still a woman. Like any woman, I have thoughts and urges." With near agonizing ease, she kissed his cock causing it to twitch. Impa kissed it again, for a while longer this time. "Many of those thoughts…revolve around you. I watched you go from a boy to a man, a very fine man. Seeing you, it…awoke something in me, something I've been fighting for a while." Another kiss, another shiver. "I told myself you'd never choose me, not with so many other girls in Hyrule, but now I…now I know."

His voice worked, somehow, and somehow, his iconic confidence was etched into his voice and face. "I don't want any other girl in Hyrule, what I want…I want you, Impa. I always will."

They exchanged heartfelt smiles while in such a compromising position. His hand found its way to her cheek, where it somehow ended up clasping her extended right hand. They remained bound in that away as she rose and placed a sweet kiss against her lover's lips. Though his cock was still twitching due to a combination of the exposed air and Impa's own actions, neither seemed to mind. Something in the respective guts told them this wouldn't be the first make out session with one half-naked while the other retained some clothing. Speaking of said clothing, Impa believed it was high-time for the undressing to continue, along with the love play.

Link sat at the edge of the bed, his hands spread out and a relaxed look upon his face. Vigorously going at his cock was Impa, her tongue and fingers running up and down his penis as if her life depended on it. Unseen but felt, was the growing wetness in-between her legs, the scene that her lust was still growing. How long before it reached a breaking point she couldn't say, but Impa was going to enjoy traveling to that limit. Not to mention Link himself seemed to be enjoying the trip to Nirvana. He moaned in disappoint when she pull away leaving his harden and sweaty cock.

Said cock twitched again as the Hylian watched the royal bodyguard unloosed her corset revealing a deeper look at her cleavage. Link's mouth dropped in shock.

By the goddesses! They're bigger than I thought! Impa had truly been hiding a pair of treasures from the world, twin glorious mountains that had gone unfiled for who knew how long. Link understood a little why Impa went to such lengths to keep herself clothed, especially her chest area. Sure, there were combat reasons, but the perky orbs before him would have no doubt had men, and a few women, chopping at the bit to get the Sheik into a bedroom. The fact that such she'd exposed them to him willingly was something most would have died for.

Finally, I have a reason to feel proud of these two. Due to her upbringing and training, Impa had been slow to take pride in herself as a woman. Over the years, that had steadily changed; seeing a grown-up Link had officially completed the transformation. She wanted him to accept her, she wanted him to find her attractive. She wanted to know that she had some womanly charge. The look he was currently giving her gave her all of those things, and so much more.

Swaying her hips, she walked over and kneeled before his penis. Brief eye-contact followed before she encased his dick in the soft palm of her hands. His memories of Death Mountain and its volcanic heat were thrown to the wayside as Impa's breasts eclipsed the volcano in terms of hotness. Link's head was thrown back and his hands clenched the bedsheets What began as quick breathes quickly rivaled the speed of lightning as the pleasure grew and grew. He bit his lips and shut his eyes over and over again in some foolish attempt to keep control. Why he was even still thinking about such a thing was beyond him.

Impa had long since abandoned anything resembling the concept. The look in her eyes was that of an unrestrained woman; Link would have been lying if he said it didn't look attractive on her. It looked downright arousing. Her tongue was going to work, licking up the tip of his cock whenever she got the chance to. It almost seemed like a game, her breasts smothering his member while her tongue hungrily leaped at it every few seconds. Calling it fishing wouldn't have been that far off. The problem with fishing was frustration at not catching the fish tended to come and grow as time passed. Impa may have been okay with such a thing, but Link wasn't. It was quite surprising given his often-praised patience and cunning.

She was caught by surprise when Link grabbed her by the head and pulled her away. The hurt look in Impa's eyes was equally adorable and disheartening.

Gathering himself, he looked into her beautiful ruby-colored eyes. "I want to fuck your mouth, pump as much of my cum down your throat. Will you let me do that, Impa?"

Quickly as fear came, it was extinguished. Replacing it was something else, something absolutely fiery and intoxicating. "I told you, didn't I? Be as rough and physical with me as you want." Her smile alone was setting him off in ways he could barely contain. Unknown to the Hylian, the Sheik's vagina was close to gushing at the sheer though of Link ravaging her body. Her mouth would be a good start. "All of my body is yours to do with as you wish! Treat me like I'm your personal-mhhpph!"

If you asked Impa if she would ever enjoy having a man's penis rammed into her mouth while she was still talking, she would have punched your teeth out. At best. That made the spectacle occurring in the darken room all the harder to believe.

Link's hand remained steady atop of Impa's head as his hips worked themselves into a frenzy. The cackling of the candles and spring wind outside had long since been muted by the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh, and panting. His grip on Impa's hand remained firm even as he gradually lost himself to the pleasure of dominating the warrior's mouth. Impa herself had already forsaken any restraint and was no moaning like a dog in heat as she took her lover's member into her mouth. She was bobbing her head back and forth with all the speed and vigor she showed on the battlefield.

Fueling her actions was the luxurious flame called lust. Hundreds of times she'd heard of and seen women fall to its temptation. The Sheikah warrior had always told herself she was above its influence, or its warmth would never find her. Oh, how happy she was to be wrong. Every thrust of Link's cock into her mouth proved her wrong in the best way possible. The flame illuminated and warmed just about every portion of her. This, she realized, was the true flame of life that everyone had spoken of. How foolish she had been in chastising them about its supposed power and tender. Curtsy of the cock pumping in and out of her mouth, she gave herself to the fire, from now and forever. Whenever it beckoned, Impa would happily surrender herself to it, so long as Link was the one carrying it. Equally so, she wanted to be the one to bath him in the sensual inferno.

The Hylian was certainly feeling the embrace, and he wanted it to last forever. Link had quickly and surely become addicted to the feel of Impa's mouth. His eyes couldn't help but drink in the sight of the bodyguard of Princess Zelda, soon-to-be Queen of Hyrule and one of the fiercest, sternest warriors in the land, giving him a blowjob. And looking so damn happy doing it. While he was riding pretty high on his own pleasure, Link was happy that Impa was enjoying herself as well. Some shrewd of gentlemanly honor remained in him, how long it lasted he honestly didn't know.

Link got his answer when his blue eyes met Impa's ruby-colored orbs. Haze clouded their respective visions, yet somehow, they were able to see each other so clearly. One was like the light in the storm that the other needed to serve as a guide. The light flashed for them both, motivating them to move toward it, and that's exactly what they did.

Impa actually loved the feel of his hand tightly gripping her head, as if he were in the midst of battle and he were holding a sword. It wasn't like she wasn't locking him in a vice-grip of her own, her hands held fast to his thighs while her mouth suckled the penis within her. Or rather, it all held her in place as Link jacked his cock in and out of her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Tomorrow might as well have been nothing but a distant dream, all they cared about were each other and this moment. The lewd sounds they were making served as testament to that fact. His penis in her mouth, her tongue and lips marking it, her throat releasing barely muted moans, all of it stood as monument to the feelings they'd carried with them.

It seemed the blond swordsman had truly taken her earlier words to heart. Link was giving her a private lesson, a lesson on how to be a good submissive lover for her man.

"Suck it, suck it like it's the only thing in the world that matters to you." Whispered the blond as his hips rocketed into her mouth.

Impa did exactly did.

"You've dreamed of this cock, haven't you? Dreamed of taking it in your mouth and worshiping it, right?"

Impa had.

Both of his hands were now atop her head, practically ramming his cock as deep as it could go. The Sheikah woman's eyes swelled with tears, tears of pure joy as her mouth and throat were filled to the brim with her lover's meat. She felt his balls tightening and knew his release was imminent. Deep within her chest, Impa's heart warmed at the realization that she would be the first woman to taste Link's cum, the first and hopefully only woman.

"IMPA!"

The mouth supposedly containing the sharpest tongue in Hyrule was dosed in white, pure, glorious white that spilled outward. Rivers of cum that couldn't make the journey down Impa's throat instead existing out the corners of her mix. Equally so, streams of lustful tears poured from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks and mixing with the juices. Since it was her first time, Impa wasn't able to take in all of his cum, but she took in as much as she could. The taste was truly so intoxicating for her she was doing so without even realizing it. Her eyes could do nothing but slid shut as she allowed Link's cum to flood her mouth. His manly essence ran down her lips, her cheek, and eventually splashed atop of her breasts.

He couldn't help himself. He came and came, every twitch of his cock blasting his cum into the face of Zelda's personal protector. While Impa had shut her eyes, Link managed to open his; he vowed he'd never forget the sight of the Sheikah woman dosed with cum for as long as he lived.

Goddess, if this is a dream…I don't want to wake up.

That single thought permeated his mind as his cock eventually ran dry, but not before it'd made sure every drop of his cum had been put to good use. The blonde's head hit the mattress, sweat pouring down his forehead and neck. In a steady tempo, the Hylian's chest rose and fell. His face never lost It almost felt like having a fever, with his face flushed with heat and his cheeks stained red. Link tried to open his eyes several times, each time he saw spotted colors. One color stood out-red, ruby red. It took him a bit of time, but eventually he was able to focus.

Without a doubt, he was staring into ruby red, the ruby red eyes of his Sheikah lover. Dots of cum still stained her tanned cheeks, but it simply made her look more appealing. Especially since she was so close to him and smiling. "You have no idea how much I enjoyed that, Link." Breathing out a quick breath, she leaned down so their lips could touch. Link readily accepted the kiss. Impa moaned as she felt his hands slid up and down her body, especially her ass. "Now then, I got to suck your cock…will you do me the honor of…eating me out?"

He held her gaze for a near solid minute. Finally, he grinned. "Why wouldn't I, my dear Impa?"

She had just enough time to give a brief cry of pleasure before he pounced. Everything that had came before was nothing compared to the way they went at each other over the next couple of minutes. Hands grasped at shoulders and hips while nails dug into any exposed flesh. Teeth and tongue found their way to the adjacent lips and neck, often leaving their mark with the latter. When not kissing, the mouths of the Hylian and Sheik were stretched open or hissing to a near shut as lustful moans slipped forth. Their lovemaking filled up the room like thunder in the blacken sky. Had anyone heard them, surely their faces would have been consumed by a fiery tint, the same one that now dominated Link and Impa's faces.

They could only recall bits and pieces of how their clothes ended up on the floor. Link's tunic lay in a heap on the ground, various stretch and tears having been made in the fabric. Looking at it, one might have assumed the Hero of Time had been attacked by an animal or some sort. "Animal" would have been an apt term to describe Impa at the moment. In her lustful haze, she'd somehow managed to get the Hylian in her arms shirtless, and she was enjoying the rewards of such a task. His naked body, his scared body, his desirable body was hers to touch and do with as she pleased. Link shivered and groaned several times as Impa worked her magic on his naked body. Of course, he returned the favor to her while she did so.

He found the straps on the back of her corset. Concentrating was an impossible task as his mind had been overridden, the best he could do was fumble around in the dark as if he were some amateur. In a rather short span of time though, his fumbling paid off as all the strings came undone. Gripping the black piece of clothing, he pulled away, taking the corset with him. Link had a brief moment to stare in awe at the completely untouched and pristine melons that were Impa's boobs. Briefly, his eyes drifted to her eyes where he found her giving him a thankful smile; in the same breath Link dove back in, suckling her breasts like a newborn. As he did so, Impa's hands struck out and lashed at the bed sheets. Not even during her nights of self-pleasure had she gripped the silk sheets so tightly as she was doing now.

"Oooohhh…L-Link! O-Oh goddesses! R-Right there, right there!"

If she had to guess, he had two of his fingers inside of her clitoris. Often, she'd heard two fingers were all it took to drive a woman to the edge if she was laying with a skilled man. Link was indeed a skilled man, a very skilled man.

"Your pussy," he whispered to her. "It's as soft and tender as I imagined, not to mention hot and wet." From the tips of his fingers straight into his brain, the euphoric feeling had come and seized Link. Though a part of him longed to pierce her with his "master sword", he was content at the moment in fingering her.

Not even when her legs locked up around his waist did he stop or show any signs of discomfort. In fact, if the jolt that ran through him was any indication, he actually liked the feeling. Some still-functioning of his mind recognized the position they were in now loosely resembled a scissor hold. Link chuckled within his head, leave it to Impa to find some way to work fighting into sex. Actually, now that he gave it some thought, perhaps she had been working their combat training into the night.

She'd submitted herself to him, and now he was dominating her. The thought was arousing, so arousing it gave him a type of clarity.

"Impa, if you keep me locked up like this, I won't be able to taste your pussy. You don't want that, do you?" She was breathless following their latest kiss, and rightfully so. Link had jabbed his tongue directly into her mouth and soaked her oral cavern with it. He could still taste the traces of his cum.

The royal guardian got the message as she pulled away, albeit somewhat quickly. Both of her hands laid on either side of her, her fingertips and knuckles touching the fluffy-white pillows at her side. Link smirked as he moved downward to her waist.

At this point, her undies were practically nonexistent, little more than a loose collection of fabric barely held together. It was going to take multiple washings to get the stains out, never mind the smell, which Link found highly delectable. All it took was a single sweep of his hand and the black fabric was gone leaving Impa in nothing but her stockings.

It was the sexist look possible for her.

"Link! Link!" Arguably, the pillows were a step-up from the sheets, though not quite much. As she'd done for him, fingers and imagination were no substitute for the real thing. This…this is what my pussy was meant for. Lazily thought the white-haired woman as the blonde between her legs kissed and suckled her outer lips. She thought Link's fingers were nice, his tongue was a hundred times better. With every lash of the throaty whip, Impa felt a surge of heat run through her. "Oh…yes…right there! More! Harder!"

Once again, he gave no complaints to having her legs practically squishing his head. Link had always been attracted to Impa's legs, he'd realized he was just that kind go person. Farore knew how many men before him had met their end in the same scissor hold that Impa had him in, their last thoughts probably being terror and fury instead of blissful and pulsating temptation. With no way to go but forward, Link pressed on as he always did, the road before him growing wetter and hotter with each passing second.

"LINK!"

Her first orgasm shook her body to pieces. Momentarily, Impa felt her mind break and her soul ascend into the heavens. Not once in her wildest dreams did she think the feeling of sexual release could be so…spectacular. Having said that, she knew she owed all of her joy to Link, her student, her protégé, her lover. The Hylian took her orgasm in strides, maintaining his grip on her stockings-clad legs as he entire face was doused in her womanly juices. In seconds, his entire face disappeared beneath her loans, and eventually only a handful of his golden strands stood out amongst the growing white sea. In time, they doo vanished.

Din's fire and Naryu's wisdom…this…this…this is heaven.

Impa couldn't tell when she stopped orgasm or when Link withdrew from her lower lips. What she was ware of was the feeling of floating along the clouds, a fantastical idea she never paid much thought to. It was a wondrous feeling that left her feeling as if all the troubles and ills of the kingdom and the world were behind her. In that moment, she felt a taste of true freedom.

The soft touch of gentle hands stroking her face roused Impa from her dream world, or pulled her back into the dream that had become a reality. Lying before her was one naked and grinning Link.

"So, I take it you liked the job I did?" He asked.

She reached over and stroked his cheek. "I loved it, actually. Truly, Link, weapon lying in the sacred grove is not the most fearsome blade in Hyrule."

"Who said you've tasted that blade yet?" His challenge was cool and direct, a far cry from how he always pictured it sounding. Immediately, Impa's focused sharpened on him, then they moved downward. She saw his cock hardening itself for another round. She looked back to him with a grin. "Impa, I-"

"Shhh, I already know." Soft as a passing breeze, she subdued him, and excited him. Having had her first orgasm barely five minutes ago, she was already ready for more. She showed it by sitting upward on her hands and knees. Link went bug-eyed at the sight just as she expected. "I hear that all men dream of fucking a woman in her anal hole, a show 'domination'. Well, that's what I want, Link." The blazing hot fire he'd seen before returned to her eyes, it made him more eager to do as she was recommending. "Take me from behind, fuck me as if I were some woman you dragged off the battlefield into your private chambers!"

In a second, he was on his knees, his cock perfectly lined up with Impa's asshole. "As far as I'm concerned, isn't that what you are, at least for tonight?" He asked in a voice that was part deadly serious and part joking. "You said I get to be the one in charge tonight and that I get to teach the lesson. What lesson do you think I'm going to teach you, Impa?"

SMACK!

Pain immediately turned into pleasure. It wasn't enough to overwhelm the seasoned warrior, but it was certainly a step in the right direction.

"Teach me how to be a good little whore. Fuck me as vengeance for all the times I pushed you hard on the training field and in the court!" Turning to face him, Impa's eyes held a combination of determination and pleading. "Make me your woman! Fuck me with your cock until it's all I can think about! For this night, no, from now onward, my body is yours to do with as you wish!"

He rammed his penis into her without another moment's hesitation. Link could definitely say never had his body felt as good as it did in that moment. His cock was practically smothered in warmth that quickly flowed into the rest of his body. The soothing wave deafened him to the ear-piercing cry of his Sheik lover. The second of her three holes had just been filled, and based on her face and voice, it was better than having him in her mouth.

Beneath them the bed began to rock under the pressure. A given since neither Link nor Impa were holding anything back in their love-making, or at least Link wasn't. His mind swam with all his thoughts of Impa, his bitter and good memories and his most cherished memories. As he stared at her backside and ass, he couldn't help but send up a silent thank you to the goddesses. From the bottom of his heart he'd wanted to make love to the woman, mark her, fuck her, claim her in the most intimate ways possible, and he was doing just that. Making it all better was the expression on her face, and the sweet sound of her voice.

"Yes! That's right! Fuck my asshole like you own it!"

SMACK!

"I do own it!" Roared the Hylian ramming his cock deep into her nearly causing the Sheik to fall face-first into the pillows.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"It's all my mine," Link growled gripping her hips like a vice. Sweat caked his forehead while his eyes gleamed with a dark light. "Your mouth, your ass, your pussy, they are all mine! They're mine to have whenever I please!"

SMACK!

"Yes! Yes! They all belong to you! As your woman, you can have my entire body, Link!

Impa now looked the part of a woman utterly broken by the sex. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and drool traveled down her lip. It was undignified and unsightly, but that just made the pleasure she felt all the more tantalizing. She was having her brains screwed out by a boy almost half of her age, a boy she'd known since he was a child and had encountered as an adult. In her heart, she wished they could stay in that time forever, Ganondorf's evil and the world forever locked away while the two of them embraced one another. What a cruel fate that the goddesses had corrected.

SMACK!

As his thrusts grew faster and faster, Link's left hand slipped from her waist to her breasts. The orbs were swaying in the open air. Impa cried out, louder than before, as his fingers pinched her left nipple. After what seemed like hours, he could feel his cock give its first twitch.

"Impa, I'm going to cum!"

"Please, do it! Cum inside of me! Pump me fuel of your juices! I've longed for it for almost three years!"

Who was he to deny her? And why would he when he desired the same thing? His speed increased as did her pleasure. A hot masculine voice whispered into a tan pointed ear. One seemingly random breath and the dam burst open.

"IMPAAA!"

"LIIINK!"

As surely as a Death Mountain spewed smoke and occasionally fire into the air, so too did the Hylian blast his seed into the Sheikah warrior's anus. Propelled by the strength of his thrusts, Link's juices traveled to the heart of Impa's being where the life-giving liquid was used as a bonfire for the soul. The white-haired woman's head flew back, her mouth open in a scream loud enough to potentially wake everyone in castle town. She didn't care, she was more than willing to let them all know that she was finally satisfied. That she was happy.

Joining her was Link, who held onto his love's body as his member continued to shoot robe after robe into her anus. As with her mouth, not all of it could fit, but what made it in was good enough. Plus, there was something arousing about watching his cum leak out of her ass, one of her most sacred of areas. Softly shutting his eyes, he marked one item off his check list of things to do before he died. Needless to say, it was one he thought he'd never be able to take off.

"M-M-My love," Unexpected of her to use such rosy language, but not unappreciated as he gave a light thrust. "O-One more…one more time, Link."

Mouth sealed in a straight line, the male warrior removed his cock from her overflowing anal hole and turned her body about so Impa was lying on her back. Her stockings had become stained by the fruits of their activities. Link couldn't help but feel a certain amount of pride in that. "Impa…one day…if I one day asked for you to bear my children, would you-"

"Yes! Yes, I would gladly sire your offspring!" He really did have to watch her legs. They moved so fast, even when she should have been by all counts just a little exhausted. "As I said, my body is yours to do with as you wish! Fuck me! Mark me! Impregnant me if that is what you desire!"

Wide-eyed, Link pushed his penis forward. His sword lived up to its legend as it tore past all manner of defenses, including Impa's womanly barrier. To her credit, she was able to keep the pain designated to an uncomfortable groan of displeasure. In near lightning speeds, she adjusted to the size of his meat-pole, she relished it.

"So…hot…so…tight…ooohhh!"

"Mmmmmhhh! Harder! Harder!"

Her bare skin brushed up against his sending jolts of electricity through them. Those jolts raced into their hips which continued to the maniac thrusting. Link's azure eyes never left Impa's, and her ruby-colored orbs never drifted away from her lover's. A thousand words were transmitted through the looks they gave one another, all while their bodies spoke to each other in the oldest language possible. In spite of it being their first time, they spoke the language well.

The speed of his cock was unreal as was the tightness of her cock. Every second between them was mark by a squeezed and a pulling out followed by a thrusting in. It was hard to tell which was louder, the sound of wet flesh slapping against more flesh or their screams. Both activities were fighting for the top place and winner between the two seemed unlikely.

"AAAAHHH!"

"MMMOOORE!"

"IMPA!"

"LINK!"

They weren't supposed to be together, but that just made their union all the sweeter. The warriors stood out as bastions of right and upstanding behavior, but in this moment, they gave in to sin. Without a doubt they'd do it again, and they would. What they had belonged to them and no one else, and they'd treasure it forever.

"IMPAAAHH!

"LLLIIINKKK!"

One straight shot was the path his cum took. Her pussy opened up to the onrush, then clamped down as if in fear the sweet feeling would leave her. Like a sword and shield, it was a perfect mix and perfectly balanced. Together, they walked that thin tight rope into the heavens where they basked in the warm glow. How long they stayed there they couldn't say, but for the time being...Link and Impa were in paradise, their own personal and private paradise.

When dawn broke, they were still in each other's arms. Luckily, Link had learned enough to slip away undetected from her bedroom. It was to be the first of many nightly meetings, each one a joy they'd look forward to. Before all that though, they had the daily workings of the kingdom to deal with. Those workings were what brought Link to the practice field where he was overseeing the new recruits.

"Alright, everyone! Keep it up! One day it could be for real with Hyrule's safety and future depending on you!" He barked.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're enjoying this." Chuckled Groose, having just finished a match and thrown a towel over his head.

"What can I say, I've had an experience in control and found its pretty fun." Replied the blond with a grin. His attention was diverted as he spotted a messenger bird flying over the blue skies. Holding out his arm, he allowed the bird to take up a position on his wrist where he removed the yellow-colored seal from its legs.

"Should I worry?" Mumbled Groose trying to get a pick at the tiny sheet of paper.

"Nope, I'm sure it's nothing. Can I trust you to look after these guys?"

"Look after them? By the time you come back, there's a chance they may just love the Goose more than they love you or Impa as instructors!"

Smiling, he high-fived his redheaded friend and departed the training field. The message had been clear in its instructions, he was needed in the east tower of the castle. A quiet and not-often used section of the castle. Nowadays, storage was its primary use. What he was needed for there, he could only imagine. Following the directions led him up a flight of stairs to an unlocked door.

Through it he found what might have been a bedroom converted into a partial storage closest for old furniture. Sticking out was a bed, one that looked a little…too new to have been sitting in storage for who knew how long.

Click!

"Faking an emergency with a yellow-coated messenger bird, how naughty of you, Impa." Laughed the blond as the white-haired figure came up upon him.

Her breasts brushed against his back sending a pleasurable shiver up his body. "I'm a Sheik, tricky is in our nature, whatever means necessary to get the job done." She loosened up just enough for him to turn around and face her. Once they were eye-to-eye, she dove for his lips.

"It's only been one night." Link whispered when they briefly pulled apart for air.

"I can't help it, you're a good teacher so I…believe a remedial course is an option. I procured us a nice little classroom."

He grinned as he took her by the legs. Already hard and ready to go, his cock brushed up through his loans against hers. If he had to guess, she was already wet for him. "Then let the lesson begin, and this time I hope it sticks, Impa."

Fin.

I won't lie, as I was writing this, Link/Impa began to grow on me as a pairing. Odds are I may revisit this one with Impa being in-charge next time. Leave your thoughts and any ideas in the comments! Until next time, readers! Oh, and to a certain friend, thanks for giving me the idea to write this one-shot!