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Malon leaned over the stable fence, twirling a lock of red hair through her fingers as she lazily enjoyed the view. It really was the perfect day. The sun was shining over Lon-Lon Ranch, bright as a song. The cuckoos were clucking happily and the cows were lowing in their pens, freshly milked and content as can be.
Content... Yes, that was the perfect word to describe her mood, and who could blame her? After all, their handsome farmhand looked so very agreeable, the sweat glistening upon his shoulders as he lifted a bale of hay, his trousers hanging just below the belt of muscle that curved around his hips.
The farmer’s daughter found her eyes drifting down this line of muscle every now and then, intrigued by the suggestion of virility between his legs, but there were just as many pleasant sights above the belt. The shining skin and firm muscles of his chest were awfully nice, for one, a sight which somehow made Malon shiver on the warmest day. As for a shirt, well, he really had no need for one, now did he? It would just get in the way.
As the farmhand carefully descended his stepladder, ready to retrieve another bale to store within the lofts, he turned to Malon and smiled. It warmed her body all at once, that smile. It was one of the things she loved the most about Link, her beloved fairy boy, and knowing he would share such a rare expression with her truly made her heart sing.
There had been a time when such a smile would remain unseen, masked by his haunted expression and the scars of years gone by.
She remembered the day when a young Link had returned to the ranch, his quest to meet the princess of Hyrule over and done. Despite reaching his goal, however, Malon recognized the difference in him. He was no longer the innocent fairy boy she had known from a few days prior, eager to set out on a brand new adventure, even lending a helping hand to a girl who had been separated from her father. Even when she had been this small girl, Malon had found herself quite smitten with the bright and energetic boy dressed in forest garb, but the next time they would meet, all of the brightness would be stripped away.
As they sat on the crates outside her home and shared a glass of cold milk, Malon soon realized that Link’s companion, Navi, was nowhere to be seen. Innocent as can be, she inquired about the fairy, and then she watched in dismay as the boy’s face darkened with grief. Although it pained him to admit, he did not know where the fairy had gone. Of all the demons and untold horrors this poor boy had encountered, the loss of his stalwart companion was the worst blow he had yet endured.
A determined spirit, even in youth, Malon could not stand by and abandon the fairy boy in his time of need. Why, during their very first meeting, wasn't it Link who had helped her find Talon, her missing father? It was only right that she should return the favor, aiding him in his quest to find a missing friend, so she offered him her greatest treasure: Epona.
It did not take long for the boy to bond with the horse, yet another aspect of his character that appealed to the young Malon. He was even a quick study when it came to learning her song on the ocarina. At the time, she had suspected there was something strange connecting Link to Epona, although she would have never guessed how strange this fellowship could be. She was simply happy to offer some manner of assistance, and as Link rode through the palisade gates of her home, she offered her prayers to the goddesses for a successful journey and his safe return.
But sometimes, the goddesses will only answer half of your prayers. After many days of worry and distraction, Malon cried out in joy when she saw the boy in green riding a horse over Hyrule Fields. Link barely had time to dismount before the farmer’s daughter had tackled him in a spirited embrace. They tumbled down the hill of swaying grass, Malon’s laughter filling the air with sweet notes of happiness. When the children finally came to rest at the bottom of the hill, the girl looked into the eyes of the boy and found he had changed once more.
Fierce blues and reds marked his beautiful face, the colors so faint she had almost missed them, the lines and arrows so sharp she could no longer ignore them. She gently touched his cheeks, and somehow, the colors sent a shiver of magic through her fingertips. Malon was not entirely comfortable with this magic, sensing that a dark presence had forever left its mark upon the fairy boy, but she did know one thing. She was so very glad to see him.
The strange colors were not the only changes evident in Link. There was an aura of grief about him, and Malon knew without asking that he had failed to find his friend. Navi was gone forever, and there was nothing left to be said on the matter. She would not press him, would not break his silent moods. He would deal with the loss in his own time, and she would be there if he needed someone close by.
It was then that young Link silently handed her the reins to her horse, her treasured Epona, but Malon could not bear the thought of him leaving once again. Where would he go? While she would always think of him as her beloved fairy boy, she knew he no longer belonged to the forest, and the memory of his lost fairy was too painful. The markets of Hyrule were no place for an orphan child. She could easily recall the fears of being left behind in such a place, where scoundrels of ill intent may be waiting around every corner. And to leave him wandering the lands of Hyrule, this beautiful overworld where magic and monsters roamed free, was simply unthinkable. One night, some horrible thing would find this poor boy, so very tired, and so very alone...
She did not accept the reins from him back then. Instead, she stood tall and resolute, ordering a surprised Link to stay put. Young Malon marched back into the ranch, calling out for her father Talon. Within a very short time, she convinced her father that Link deserved a nice home and should be allowed to stay with them.
Looking back on that moment, it seemed odd to Malon that her father should so readily agree to accept this orphan boy into his home, especially when his daughter obviously had a crush on the lad. Talon was a friendly albeit forgetful soul, sympathetic to those in need, but perhaps he approved of Link for other reasons? After all, he was always embarrassing them with his jokes about Link sweeping her off her feet and marrying her one day. Malon’s cheeks never failed to burn hot at the jest, but it was nice to know her father approved of the young man.
In spite of these embarrassing moments and all of the other things one must expect from living together, Link soon became a dear member of their household. Talon adored the boy as the son he never had, always bragging about Link’s innate ability for solving puzzles and learning the craft of farming. Even Ingo tolerated this new child with good humor, something rarely seen in her irritable uncle. Perhaps it was because this child was taking on more of the chores around the ranch, leaving Ingo with more time for his vintage milk project.
And as for Malon, well, she was over the moon. While she was too young at the time to recognize the true nature of her feelings, the farmer’s daughter was overjoyed to finally have a friend her own age, and someone besides the barn animals to share her secrets. True, Link did not say much even when she had roped him into another conversation, but he was such a good listener. And at least he responded, laughing at one of their childish pranks or shouting with joy as they raced the horses around the track. He was so much more than a friend to Malon, and she cherished him deeply.
And because she cared for him, Malon was always there to comfort Link through those troubled nights, when his dreams would turn to nightmares of a future that would no longer happen, of a place that existed beyond their world.
No one else could hear him crying, no one but the small girl whose bedroom lay down the hall from his own. Malon woke to sounds of fear, followed by uncontrollable sobbing as Link relived the horrors of his past. At first, she did not wish to embarrass him, comforting a boy who was steadily growing into a man, but her heart was breaking as she listened through the walls. With her pillow wrapped in her arms, the girl quietly made her way down the hall to the boy’s bedroom, where she slipped under the covers with her precious friend and held him gently in her arms.
Some nights were better than others, and all he needed was her comforting presence to drive the demons away. But some nightmares were too strong, too terrible for Malon to fathom. These were the nights when Link would cry out in his sleep, trying to warn the world that the moon was falling down. Other times his body would grow stiff with fear, frozen in a cold sweat as he dreaded the approach of some ghastly creature. The worst of these terrors would leave the poor boy in a state between sleep and consciousness, when he almost seemed aware of the girl lying beside him and yet remained completely unaware of who she was. During these moments, he would embrace Malon and promise to protect her. He would not fail again. He would be there tonight when she needed him. He would protect her from Them.
And though she could not heal his trauma, though she could not make the nightmares go away completely, Malon would embrace him in those moments. She would hold him tight and whisper her own promises over the years, promises she would keep until the end of time.
As the years went by, the nightmares seemed to grow less intense, and soon Malon could not hear any sounds coming from the other side of her wall. Although she missed holding Link in the late hours of night, she had to admit to herself that it may be for the best. Her body was changing, and she was becoming very aware of the changes in Link. When they embraced, there was something else pulling her close to him, something beyond the need to comfort her friend. She would hear him suddenly gasp as she pressed her soft breasts against his shoulder, and her cheeks would become very warm indeed as she watched his manhood rise beneath the covers, greeting the morning sun.
These feelings confused her at first, but working on a farm, you soon learn the facts of life. She soon realized her desire for Link, and somehow, she knew he desired her in return.
And for this reason and so many more, a slightly older, slightly wiser Malon now smiled back at this handsome man, feeling herself grow warm as he tied the ropes around another bale of hay. She watched as his arms and bare chest flexed with hard muscle. The farmer’s daughter crossed her legs, feeling her thighs rub together, realizing then how very wet she had become.
Yes, she had grown closer to the fairy boy over time, and while they no longer slept in the same bed out of respect for their changing years, Malon knew it was only a matter of time before they confessed their love for one another. Although she attempted to hide the extent of her lust beneath her purple skirt, there was no denying a simple fact: she wanted this man, badly.
But who would make the first step? Who would say the magic words, transforming friends into lovers? The very thought of confessing her love to Link terrified Malon. She would stumble over her words and make a fool of herself, for sure. She was a proud woman, always had been. What if she had been reading the signs entirely wrong? What if Link did not desire her in such a manner?
For now, Malon would content herself with the view, and with her father and uncle off to market in faraway castle town, at least there was no one to interrupt these precious moments with Link. She would watch him finish his chores, wearing nothing but his boots and trousers, and she would dream.
As she watched him fasten together another bale, however, Malon noticed one of the goats approaching Link from behind. Before her fantasy had dissipated, before she realized what was truly about to occur, the wily creature had chewed his way through the cord wrapped around Link’s trousers. Her beloved farmhand was far too engaged in his chores to pay any mind to the goat, and besides, his trousers were already hanging loose to begin with.
Malon immediately returned to reality, suddenly aware of the disaster about to befall her friend. She clicked her tongue twice, even let loose a high whistle, but the stubborn old goat refused to acknowledge her presence. There wasn’t a moment to lose, no time to unlatch and pull open the gate. The farmer’s daughter hitched up her skirt, shouting a warning as she leapt up and over the fence.
“Link! Link, behind you—!”
Several unfortunate events took place in that moment, all of which served to leave these two friends at their most vulnerable. Before Malon could set foot on the other side, she felt the latch, a stray hook, something protruding from the fence grab hold of her shirt. A coarse ripping sound accompanied her downward descent, the piece of metal tearing open the front of her shirt and leaving her off balance. She barely managed to catch a glimpse of Link, the handsome farmhand rising up even as his trousers began to fall, when her boots slipped in the mud.
Groping for purchase, Malon plunged into the puddle, feeling the cold mud splash her chest and squish between her fingers. Having endured this indignity once or twice before, she instinctively kept her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Fortunately, when she managed to rise up and breathe the fresh air, she could not smell anything foul beyond the aroma of wet earth. She breathed a sigh of relief, only to inhale sharply the moment her eyes beheld Link in all of his glory.
With his upper body occupied, the assembled bale resting over his shoulder, Link was unable to grab at his trousers before they slipped down around his legs, those firm, beautiful legs. Malon would have been captivated by the athletic curve of his calves, the bulging sinews of his thighs, if her eyes were not immediately drawn to the wondrous vision between his legs.
It was true, working on the farm had given Malon a great deal of insight when it came to the ways of nature, far more insight than a young girl would normally receive, but a knowledge of male anatomy gleaned from breeding programs and animal husbandry could not have prepared her for this introduction to a Hylian man’s cock. She had often imagined the shape and girth of Link, but these visions were based purely on an outline, the general silhouette of his erection rising beneath the blankets and sheets. Now that she could finally witness the full length of him, free and exposed, she did not want to stop bearing witness to this gorgeous man.
But how embarrassing it must be for Link! She could not bear the thought of leaving him in this situation, when there was even the slightest possibility that he was now uncomfortable or humiliated. Malon carefully pulled herself out of the mud, determined to lend a hand and rescue her friend from this awkward moment, but as the farmer’s daughter rose from the puddle, she realized that his lovely manhood was also rising to the occasion. Glancing down at her torn shirt and naked chest, Malon immediately knew the reason why.
Seeing Link pay so much attention to her felt awfully nice. Yes, there was a measure of concern present in those eyes, those marvelous, ice blue eyes, but it was obvious that the sight of her breasts, swaying freely and splashed with mud, had awakened his lust for Malon in a truly exciting fashion. When he tossed the hay bale aside, she wondered if this could finally be the moment. It was not the moment she was expecting, and she certainly never imagined a scene quite as dirty as the one laid out before her, but there was a spirit of action moving through this man. Did he intend to approach her purely as a friend, checking on her well-being after such a ridiculous tumble, or would he approach her with something else in mind?
Determined to take this step beyond friendship, her heart beating like a wild stampede, Malon took several strides toward Link, and that was when her boot became caught on the hem of her skirt.
Her lips parted as she fell forward, but before she could cry out in surprise, Malon felt something firm yet soft filling her mouth. Her hands gripped the sides of another firm surface, a surface which also held a supple quality of its own. As her tongue slipped around the smooth shaft, salty and undeniably delicious in every way, somehow growing harder as she licked the end, her eyes flew open in shock as she realized what it must be.
“Oh goddess! Link! I’m so sorry,” said Malon, pulling her mouth away from the tip of his cock. She crawled backwards from his most intimate of intimates, which was presently curving upward in its full magnificence. There were no visible markings upon the shaft, so she had not injured Link with her teeth, thank Hylia, but her sense of relief was short-lived.
This was it, the moment she had been dreading. She had made a fool of herself, there was no question in her mind. Of all the possible outcomes, of all the ludicrous accidents, this was the final encounter that fate had in store for them. After years of confiding in Link, their friendship growing steady as the harvest, any hopes of their future together were now wilting before her eyes, and she was afraid to see the look on his face.
When Malon did see his expression, however, she was surprised to find his features soft, gentle, almost hopeful as he looked down. There was love in those eyes, a love that could take many forms, and her heart melted as he looked upon her.
A wild spirit moved within her. Hardly knowing where to begin, Malon slowly opened her tattered shirt, exposing her bare chest to this man. She felt a sort of freedom wash over her as she leaned backwards, letting her finger circle her right breast. She could feel her inhibitions fading away, and as she trailed a line of wet mud around her nipple, she knew there was no possibility of hiding her lust any longer.
“You don’t mind, do you, fairy boy?” she whispered, slowly regaining her confidence. “Would... would you like me to keep going?”
Goddess, he was so cute now, breathing so rapidly, nodding so enthusiastically. Malon giggled as she redirected herself, crawling towards her beloved, eagerly clutching at the sides of his buttocks to steady herself once more. Muddy handprints were left on his skin as she sought the best manner of gripping him, finally settling for the line of muscle wrapped around his hips. Now that she had Link’s approval to touch this part of him, tracing the line of muscle not just with her eyes but also with her fingertips, it truly was a perfect day.
“I, um, I’m not entirely sure how to do this,” she said, her mouth hovering so very close to the tip. She looked up into his blue eyes. “Please tell me if it doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.”
Receiving one final nod of consent from her new lover, Malon leaned forward. When her lips touched the head of his manhood, she shivered at the sounds of pleasure made by this man. There was absolutely no need to stop, no need to doubt her ability to make Link feel good. With her confidence building to a crescendo, her lips parted and she accepted the length of her lover with absolute relish.
She could not believe how good he tasted, how the robust presence of his shaft running along her tongue could make her body quiver with such ecstasy. It did not take long for him to fill her mouth completely, the soft, rounded tip brushing the back of her throat in a surprisingly pleasant manner. The salt of his sweat and his pleasure were present, and as her mouth moved back and forth over his manhood, Malon moaned deeply as a droplet of his cock milk dripped onto her tongue. Oh, how she wanted to taste more!
It took all of her willpower to avoid grabbing the hard shaft with her hands, rubbing him up and down with muddy palms. It was true, they were dirty beyond belief, in more ways than one, but she did not wish to harm Link. The stables were absolutely filthy on the best of days, and she would not risk bringing illness upon the man she loved.
All of her good intentions were almost for naught, however, when she felt Link withdraw, his cock sliding past her loving lips and stirring her from this breathtaking sensation. She felt him lower his arms around her, lifting Malon and her tattered clothing into the air. While she was certain he cared for her and would try his best to be gentle, she felt the alarm rising inside her as he deposited her on the bale of hay. The farmhand reached out, spreading her legs wide with the strength of a true adventurer.
“No. No, not yet, Link!” she cried, knowing she would not be able to withstand him for long. Those strong hands would undress her, pressing down on her soft thighs, and she would lose all control of the situation. She would give herself to him without a second thought. “Not like this. Please.”
Her beloved farmhand paused, those lovely eyes exhibiting his confusion as he looked upon Malon. His bare chest was rising and falling, shining with sweat, glistening so attractively that she could not resist reaching out. She laid her palm over his pectoral muscles. “I want you, I do,” she reassured him, shivering with delight as her thumb rubbed his nipple, “but don’t you think we should get cleaned up a bit? After all, I want you to be able to kiss me... all of me.”
The farmer’s daughter could not help laughing as Link picked her up once more, carrying her back to the house as if he were completing the final lap of a race.
Lost to her emotions, Malon relaxed in the wooden washtub, sweetly reclining in the lap of her lover. As she delighted in the sensation of his cock, which pressed gently along her naked back, she wondered why they had waited so long to confess.
There was nothing else like it. Nothing compared to the feeling of his calloused hands, exploring her body even before she had removed her clothing. Those hands were now fondling the curves of her bosom, his fingers lightly pinching her hard nipples. No other moment of tender care could have rivaled his touch, soap and water trickling between her breasts as he cleaned her body attentively and thoroughly.
Link was so thorough, in fact, that he even tended to the area that she secretly hoped he would find. Well, perhaps she did not keep the secret well, seeing as she spread her legs over the rim of the washtub, nodding vigorously as his hands drifted downward.
And she thought the feeling of his cock within her mouth was plenty fulfilling. How wrong she had been.
“Mm! Yes, Link, right there. Please, you can go deeper. Ohhh!”
Her beloved fairy boy needed no further encouragement. He would reach the end of his quest, strong fingers sliding up into Malon and circling, circling so energetically. She gasped, instinctively looking down into the soapy water as her body welcomed his exploration. Ribbons of her red hair floated on the water, and though she could not see his hand through the crimson locks and bubbles, she felt every single movement as a chorus within her soul.
Rejoicing in the paradox of feeling cleaner yet dirtier than ever, Malon smiled, a sudden notion sparkling to life inside her. She leaned backwards, brushing her lips along the pointed tip of Link’s ear. “It’s been a while since we slept together, yes? Would you mind if we dried ourselves off and visited your bedroom, my love?”
With all of the eagerness expected of youth, the man and woman departed the washtub, droplets of soap and water flicking about as they dried off. Wrapping cotton towels around their bodies, Malon and Link left the washing room behind, setting off on a new adventure with the promise of love and satisfaction.
Before they could reach the end of the hall, however, Malon stood on her toes and kissed her lover on the cheek. “You go ahead. Don’t worry, I’ll join you soon enough.”
She did not want to leave her fairy boy in a state of confusion for long, so Malon quickly ducked into her bedroom, throwing aside the towel and opening her wardrobe. It did not take long for her to find and adorn herself in the outfit of her choice, an outfit that she hoped would appeal to the handsome man who heartily awaited her return. Adding a final touch, she picked a flower from the vase nearby and tucked it behind her ear. The farmer’s daughter glanced at herself in the mirror, delicately arranging the white petals and green leaves amidst the sea of crimson hair. Satisfied, she smiled sweetly at the many colors of her reflection and turned on her bare feet as she strode down the hall.
The lovers had only been separated for the briefest time, a handful of minutes in reality, but as Malon placed her hands on the brass doorknob of his bedroom, she felt her sense of time flow in reverse. She suddenly remembered all of the sleepless nights, all of those nights when her true love would relive the horrors of his past and she would hold him in her arms, waiting for the visions to pass.
Perhaps tonight, returning to this place where they had grown so close, Malon would finally be able to give her beloved fairy boy something pleasant to dream about.
And with this goal in mind, she opened the door to reveal her new persona to this man she adored so much. Based on the look in his eyes, the outfit clearly did not disappoint. At least for one night, she was no longer the farmer’s daughter. Tonight, she would be the island girl of his dreams.
“I’m glad to see you like it,” said Malon, holding her lover’s gaze as she made her way to a chest of drawers. “Someday, I thought we could visit the beaches of Lake Hylia together, so I picked up this ensemble in castle town during our last market. But when I finally had the chance to put it on, it seemed to be a little too revealing, wouldn’t you agree?”
Malon stopped, leaning forward over the chest of drawers and spreading her legs. She looked over at Link as he admired her backside, tightly wrapped in the sky blue sarong, her breasts barely covered in a tan bandeau. Swaying her hips and lifting the sarong to reveal her hidden treasures, the naughty island girl licked one of her fingers and slid it down her chest, tracing the outline of her pushed up bosom. Link responded in kind, unwrapping his towel and letting such a grand expression of his masculinity wave about freely.
Malon chuckled, waving her finger through the air. “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, lover. First, I want you to wear something for me.” She leaned over and opened the top drawer, raising her bottom into the air for his enjoyment. Sifting through his fresh undergarments, she fished out a pair of white leggings that Link would often wear on a long journey.
She held the leggings by the waistband. “I want you to put these tights on,” said Malon, her words carrying more than a hint of suggestion. She tossed the white fabric to Link, who caught it in one hand. “Only the tights.”
Now it was the island girl’s turn to savor the view. She watched as her lover rose from the mattress, his muscles bulging so enticingly, his... other attributes bulging in ways that made her blood run hot. She watched him slip one leg, then the other through the close-fitting garment. It was almost unbearable to keep her distance as the leggings, nearly transparent over his fine hips, slowly enveloped his erection, leaving a distinct outline of his long shaft and two rounded shapes below for her to admire.
The temptation was too strong. Malon marched up to Link, swift as can be, and pushed him down onto the bed. With this handsome man lying prone on his back, she lifted the corners of her sarong and mounted him. “Let’s pretend, shall we?” she said, planting fierce kisses upon his blue and red tattoos, steadily working her way down his neck. “Here I am, a lonely island girl, strolling down the beach. But what’s this?” She ran her tongue around his nipples, reveling in the deep, rumbling growl that escaped his throat. “I’ve come across a poor, shipwrecked boy. He’s lost everything, even the clothes off his back. Whatever shall I do?”
Even as she spoke, Malon was on a journey of her own, exploring the splendid muscles of his chest, his torso, his hips. When she reached the waistband of his tights, she did not stop.
“I’m sure I can revive him. He just needs a sweet kiss of life...”
She went lower, kissing him upon his leggings, making love to this man with her mouth. She traced the outline of his shaft with her tongue, wrapped her lips around those two savory deku nuts, and even though she did all of these things while Link remained partially dressed, it was so gratifying to see a spot of sweet milk spreading from the tip of his covered cock and staining the inside of his tights.
Excitement coursing through her veins, Malon suddenly pulled down his tights, releasing his glorious erection once more. “Better than any dream, isn’t it?” she asked.
She did not wait for his response. She could not wait. He was ready to come, and she wanted nothing more than to experience his release in the dirtiest way possible. Without a second to spare, Malon lifted her chest over his cock, slipping the shaft under her bandeau and hugging the length of him between her bosom.
No sooner had she pressed his manhood betwixt her breasts than she felt the hot sensation of his release. Link shouted with pleasure, letting loose a stream of white come all over Malon’s chest, her neck, even reaching the beauty of her parted lips. She could not help crying out with him, the salty droplets of come sticking to the inside of her mouth and sending a tremor of satisfaction throughout her entire body, satisfaction that was clearly evident in the dampness under her sarong.
They were still gasping for air, unable or unwilling to bring order to their surroundings, when Malon felt her lover rise from the bed. She was still grasping his wet cock, gliding her hand up and down the length of him as he held her face in his own hands, caressing her cheeks.
She looked into his eyes, knowing she would forever be haunted by their beauty, and then she shared a kiss with this man she adored, a tender kiss that would be followed by another and another as they shared his bed for the night.
And for this night and many yet to come, Malon and her beloved would sleep beneath a peaceful moon, bright and benign in the skies above Hyrule, and they would dream of a new future, together.