Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Light ❯ Truth Of Truths ( Chapter 3 )

Dark Light

 

Chapter 3

 

Truth of Truths

 

Warning: Lemon In The Chapter

 

The green haired girl stayed in his head the entire time. He watered Epona talking lightly with the green haired girl. She said that his very face, the look in his eyes, they were exactly like her best friend. Another person to resent me for his death. He thought bitterly. Epona nuzzled his shoulder in comfort, feeling Dark's distress. “It's alright girl. I'll live.” He said that but breaking Saria's heart was making his crumble.

 

The cottage was empty of any persons. Dark instantly forgot about Saria to look for the beautiful Malon. He tied Epona quickly and sprinted around the house at top speed. He sensed her close by, but her aura of emotion was different, like it was finally calm and stable, instead of the sporadic bursts that came from her feelings of the dearly departed.

 

She wasn't out back; she was close though, he could tell with his developed sixth sense. He heard a soft hum from the roof and he leapt high into the air to land on the gently sloping edge. He saw Malon's fiery red hair tied back and she was sitting there, with a strange book in hand. With a quill in the other, she was scribbling something down. He could here talking as she wrote, since he couldn't read he had to hear her say it, while she didn't notice him there.

 

“The worst part is that he looks so much like Link. He can play the ocarina like Link could, the music was so beautiful. He is nothing but caring for me, and diligently trying to please me…yet I act like I hate him. But I think that's only because I want to hide that I may be falling in love with him. I don't want to believe it, but maybe, Dark is really Link…in a different body…”

 

Love me? He thought to himself, but rather than speaking out, he jumped slightly and made an effort to make it sound like he had just jumped up on the roof. “Malon? Are you ready to go?”

 

Malon, in her surprise, slammed the book shut fast. “Oh. Dark. Yes, I am ready.” She got up and dark noticed a sword strapped to her hip, one with a dark hilt. She also had a shield made of mirrored glass, the image of a face on it, sitting beside her. Her dress was a pure white with short, cropped sleeves, close to the shoulders, and the dress flowed down to her thighs. A tight dress, hugging her features. It was meant for combat, not modesty. Her shoes were of a noble woman's heeled shoe fashion. They were slim heels, with straps around the foot, tightly snug. The heel itself was a deep red and incredibly small, but he could see the steel make of the soul and heel itself. They were mainly used by ninja's to help increase their sense of balance, but they also made a very seductive and effective statement.

 

“Epona's all set. Lets go. I don't want to be caught out on the path when it gets dark. Here, hold on to me.” He grasped her hip and felt her tense up at the contact. He jumped down and felt the grasping of Malon's hand pressing his shoulder. Letting her down gently, she fell slightly to the ground and steadied herself.

 

“Alright. Let's go.” She said untying Epona and climbing on. Dark hopped up behind her and put his arms up around her, holding onto the reigns. “Think you can steer a horse?”

 

Dark merely smirk and letting some of the dark power inside him flow; he pumped it into Epona, the horse jettisoning down the path at break neck speeds. Dark handled himself like a pro.

 

The ride was short lived, and Epona was a horse driven by forces of light, a horse blessed by the sages for Link; if Dark placed too much of his dark power in the horse, the horse may be ruined forever. The ride was almost over by the time the sun started to set, the deep ravine coming into view. “What you see may shock you.” Dark said, getting off the horse and helping Malon down. “Are you sure you want to see him?”

 

“I…I want to see him…” Malon told him softly, having slight hesitation.

 

Dark merely nodded and held her softly. He wanted to give her comfort, but he felt her pull at him, as if she were trying to draw strength from him. He grabbed her around the waist and he took a small leap down to the bottom of the ravine, hopping on small ledges. The hit the ground and there was a slight glowing from a shape down on their left. The two followed the glow and Malon saw Link. He lied there, his blonde hair perfectly set, his clothes in perfect order, and there was even a small smile on his face.

 

Dark was horribly confused; last he saw it looked like Link died in pain.

 

Malon rushed over and kneeled besides Link's body. “Link…please…tell me you are just sleeping.”

 

“Dark, surly you sense it.” Tatl asked him, floating about his head.

 

“I feel a great spiritual presence, something is lingering here on this earth.” Dark's eyes grew grave at the feeling of intense pressure.

 

“Link…” a tear formed from her eye as she realized he wasn't just unconscious. She felt a finger rub against her cheek and she looked up to see Dark kneeling next to her, his azure eyes staring at her in pain. Azure? “Dark?” now she was sure she saw it, his eyes were still a deep oceanic blue.

 

“No baby girl, its me. Link is back, but for a moment.” Dark stood and she saw the fringes of blonde in his hair. “Malon. I have died and passed on. I cannot stay for long. The only thing keeping me is Dark's powers. I love you Malon, I always will, but please, don't live on my death. Stay with Dark, he is my clone, if you will. If he eventually remembers everything, you'll find out exactly what I mean.” He leaned in towards her. “Love Dark, like you love me, because if you love him like that, then I will never cease to exist.” She nodded, her eyes forming tears like a fountain and he kissed her. The kiss was so gentle, so soft, so caring.

 

She closed her eyes as a wind swirled around them, flowing up to the sky in a spiral motion. “It's hard to let you go Link…I don't want to…”

 

“Then don't.” Dark said, his eyes turning from azure to crimson, the last traces of Link leaving his body. Malon leaned in again and kissed him once more. This time she felt stiff surprise from Dark; Link was gone. She didn't stop though, she pressed her lips against his harder, she felt the slight pushing of Dark as he tried to free himself.

 

A wind rushed on either side of the two, pushing them together. Dark felt himself melting under the soft velvety feeling of her lips, her tongue seeking soft pursuit. He opened his mouth and let his arms go to her waist. To their side the glowing stopped and all that was left was a sword in a scabbard with a note engraved in gold lettering in the hilt.

“Dark…I…” Malon tried to say but stopped short. She let her face drift out of his eyesight.

 

She let her arms drop from him and she went over to the small, rushing river to think, sitting on the water's edge. Dark stood there awkwardly. He had a small smile on his face, he had a kiss from Malon, he felt the empathetic shield he had up seemingly being destroyed inside of him. He looked over to the sword standing in the ground, he went over and pulled the sword from the scabbard, it came out easily. The blade was such a fine cut, one of superb sharpness, and its length and balance were perfect, no weapon was its equal. He looked at the sheath and read its gold inscription.

 

Take good care of Malon, Dark. You two were made for each other.

 

A tear formed in his eye at the lettering. It was in a child-like handwriting, messy and uneven, but legible. He instantly knew it as Link's, who had only begun to learn writing. He sat next to Malon and showed her the scabbard. She looked at it and then at Dark. “Dark…I am so confused.” She leaned against him.

 

“So am I baby…so am I.” His look was nothing less than puzzled, normally he'd never have the guts to call her that.

 

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Dark was lying on the grass near the edge of the ravine, staring at the stars. Malon had done some cooking that night and things between them were awkward and slow moving. At one moment, Malon is all cuddly with Dark, the next she is confused and screaming in her pain and confusion. Dark just lied there, wondering if there was anything he could do. Anything beyond what he had promised. He didn't even remember promising Link, but he knew he had. This want, this need to help her ran much, much deeper than the promise.

 

Malon sat on a log nearby the glowing fire. She felt so bad about yelling at Dark. She hated her insecure feeling; her confusion and pain, so she yelled at Dark to distract herself from the pain and hurt that came from Link's death. What Link had told her was something so strange to her. To think she could love someone else, but she knew she was falling for him. He was almost exactly like Link, except with the personality flaws of shyness and slight empathy. Plus, his hair and eye color were completely different.

 

However, after comparing Link and Dark side-by-side, she saw the same nose, the same skin tone, the same point to the ears, the same simple pout to the lips and curve of the eyebrows as Link had. He really was so much like Link.

 

She loved it.

 

She couldn't help but smile at the thought of Dark now. She began to bask in his presence whenever he was around. The words brought on by Link's spirit brought her closure and a strange sense of comfort. She felt his eyes on her back as Dark walked up to her. “Hey.” He said and sat down next to her, off the log. “I saw you still sitting here. Thinking. I thought you might like to talk about it.” He stared into the flame the entire time, his crimson eyes searching for the heart of the fire.

 

Malon looked at him, one of the few times his feelings opened up like Link used to. She saw a strange glow from underneath some dark gauntlets. “What's that?” She pointed at the light.

 

“That is a strange mark that appeared on my hand when I was leaving the ravine.” He said, taking off the jet-black glove to show Malon. “See?”

 

Malon's jaw dropped as she saw the mark. She got her knees in front of the Dark and took his hand in hers. This mark, the same pointed triangle mark that shone on Link's hand whenever he was doing something heroic. It was Link in there. Malon looked into Dark's eyes and stood up. He followed her rise with his head. He craned his neck to look into her eyes and saw the feral and wild gleam that hit her pupils.

 

She put on hand on Dark's shoulder and kissed him. A fast kiss, heated, wanting more. She broke the kiss and pushed Dark over onto his back and looked at him, Malon still standing up. “Let me ask you something.” She said to him and crawled over, on top of him, her fiery red hair trailing along his body as she did. “How would you feel if the one person who you were sexually attracted to, was sitting next to you for days on end?” She growled out at him, finally on all fours as she stared him in the face.

 

His face held no empathy; it was pure emotion, lust, desire, need, love, understanding, all of those flashed along his face. “The same way we both feel, at this very moment.” Malon went down fast and stole his mouth from him, pressing her lips hard against his in a bruising kiss, urgent and needy. Soon Malon needed air and let Dark go from the kiss.

 

She sat up, straddling Dark as he looked up at her. Her dress had hiked up against her body, and she ran her finger along the button seem of the dress, the buttons of the dress flew off from the dress as her nails cut the thin threads holding the buttons on. For every button to fly off Dark's eyes got a little wider and he got a little more expectant. Once the last button was off, she took Dark's hands placed them on the seams of her dress.

 

Dark needed no thought or goading, before he pulled the dress open. Malon gave a soft groan as cool night air surrounded her bare front, and she felt the solid lump form below her as the man below her stared at her chest. The creamy skin and firm, large, rounded breasts captivated him as he watched her shrug off the dress. “You like what you see?” she asked him seductively. Dark nodded.

 

She took his belt off with one hand, and then began to pull the tunic off over his head. She saw his chest; here is where she saw the difference from Link's body. There wasn't a single scar there, unlike Link, whose chest was scared many times over. Dark's chest was smooth with hard, flexible muscle, Malon felt her buddy shudder in delight as she ran her fingers and well maintained nails over his chest, down his hard abs, the fingers running across each section.

 

“So hard…” she murmured and took the hem of his tights in her hand. As she leaned down and kissed the center of his chest, she began to pull off the tights, inch by inch, slowly, painstakingly letting herself taste Dark completely. “So sweet.” She reached down and completely pulled off his tights, and boots at the same time. All the clothes on their bodies were Malon's battle heels and Dark's hat.

 

Taking his erect manhood in her hand she stroked it gently. She heard Dark intake a breath. She stroked harder and felt Dark's gut intake, and his chest tense up in pleasure. She switched sides, and leaned down again, taking a lick at Dark's hard member. He moaned deeply when Malon took it in her mouth.

 

He could feel her tongue wrapping around him in ways he didn't think was possible. He felt her mouth suckle him hard and soft, long and fast. This was amazing to Dark. His hips thrust up as she continued, he was reaching his limit after what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, it was no more than 10 minutes. He spilled his seed inside her waiting mouth.

 

Malon came up, swallowing his essence. She looked him in the eye, her eyes conveying the feelings she was too afraid to tell him. Dark merely nodded back at her. The next look she gave him was one of lust and promises. The hard, muscled body of dark shuddered in pleasure as she rubbed her dripping self against his still rock hard extremity. She gulped as she lifted herself slightly, raising her body just above him.

 

“I love you Malon.” Dark mentioned to her and he felt her drop, him sliding deep inside her. Her eyes were that of a deer faced with a forest fire. She couldn't believe her ears. She let her face betray nothing, letting her actions speak for her. Her hips lifted slightly, then fell back down, as Dark thrust up to meet her. He moaned out loudly, feeling heat enwrap him in pure delight.

 

“Ah…” Malon yelped as Dark thrust up harder, his hands on her hips, lifting her higher and harder. “Oh god…Darkkkk…” she didn't want to talk much, but she couldn't help it, he gave her a warm and purely pleasurable feeling with every thrust. She even felt some of his powers caressing her powers like his hands were on her hips. She could feel them pressing deep inside her, giving her pleasure and places she never though possible, she felt them on her breasts, caressing, giving the simulated feeling of them being suckled. Her biggest pleasure was seeing Dark's face.

 

Those big, deep crimson eyes cast in pure lust, desire and love, while sheen of sweat broke out on his skin, and his mouth agape in pleasure. She might even orgasm just from the face and the grunts and moans he was making.

 

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and her body was soaked with sweat. It began to lightly drizzle, the rain soaking their bodies even more. Malon laughed a sexy, deep, seductive laugh and Dark groaned, shutting his eyes tight, his body and manhood tensing up, as he began to climax.

 

Malon's eyes rolled up and she stiffened, as Dark still thrust up into her as he himself climaxed, and she came herself. Feeling the immense pleasure washing over her. Her energy left her and she collapsed on top of him, her chest pressed to his. She could see the dark, raven colored hair on his head; his hat had come off during the round of sex. She ran her hands through the wet hair and kissed him deeply. “I love you too Dark.” She whispered to him, out of breath and slightly giggling.

 

Dark smiled and nodded off to sleep, his last thought was that Malon had worn her heels the entire time.