The Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ The Entertainers ❯ The Enemy ( Chapter 2 )

The Entertainers

 

Ch. 2: The Enemy

 

~WARNING~ Lemon in this chapter.

 

 

 

“LINK!” Malon shouted happily from the crystal clear waters of Termina's Great Bay. She was swimming out far, near the Great Bay Research center, now living in the skulltula house and owning the fisherman's hut. The skulltula house was the main house, with a dining room, living room, and Link cleaned out and found a bedroom.

 

“HEY!” Link called back, waving in his green swim shorts. He still wore his hat, but without his shirt and tights, so his muscles and scars were displayed in the bright and pristine sunlight. The fisherman's hut was an employment office for them. Even though they owned the land, they still had to buy food and get some more furniture, since the fisherman took most of the furniture with him when he left. They would work on occasions, sometimes for birthdays, where they would regale them with tales of wonder and splendor, which Malon was very good at making up, and she often wrote them down to memorize them for future use.

 

Link lied down in the sand, trying to lose the pale color that had become almost ingrained to his skin, under his clothes that is. His arms, face and neck were tan from the sun, but his body was pale and white. Malon, on the other hand, was pale, and would always be pale. It's the genetic disadvantage that comes with the hair and freckles she had. But Link loved her all the more.

 

The way the employment station worked was that one would leave a note on the counter in there, dealing with time, place, reason for needing entertainers, and highest amount of pay willing to pay. Link enjoyed his work, and so did Malon. Malon loved to dance, and, Link loved to be able to watch her dance. If Link or Malon contacted one, usually through mail sent by an owl friend of Link's, it would either decline or approve the work.

 

“Come on in, Link! The water is great!” Malon tried to get Link to go swimming, to come and play with her in the water, but he was adamant in his decision to get darker in the sun. The red headed woman walked up the shore, dripping from her swim, to stand next to Link. Her shadow cast off to the side, so as not to ruin his tanning, and she lied down on her side next to him. She smiled as his chest raised and lowered in steady breathes. He was asleep in the sun. Her own `bathing suit', as some people from Termina called them, was some strips of cloth across her chest, and some raggedy shorts, cut very short, it showed off a lot, and left her more secret parts in mystery, enticing and alluring almost any man.

 

Malon couldn't have been happier. She got her nice house on the beach, she had the boy she had saved herself for, even though they still had yet to go so far, the sun was bright, the water clean, the Zora neighbors were friendly and inviting. True, her father and Ingo could be alive, and she even blamed Link for a while when he had only saved her, but she knew it was too late for them, and Link could only have saved her.

 

But even paradise has its trouble sometimes. Storms would be coming in soon, and then it was likely the two of them would never leave the skulltula house or Link and Malon would warp to the Zora's hall. Link also was building a strong building to surround the grave of the Indigo-go's lead guitarist. Link considered Mikua a friend, and in truth Mikua was almost as much a part of him as his arm. The Gerudos had come to take Link at one time, almost when they first moved, but Link remembered to go get a new membership card. He had to save the carpenters all over again; the Gerudos tore down the bridge when a truce between Hyrule and the Gerudos soured. But they allowed Hyrule to fix the bridge on the condition that the Gerudos were consulted on any major issue.

 

The membership card got them to back off and they visited sometimes, even looking for entertainers for their own engagements. They had been living there for a few months, summer ending and giving way to fall, but it would be warm, due to the current that ran into the beach. Malon had tried to seduce Link on a few occasions, but Link was too naïve, living with Kokiri for the first part of his life, and never having much need for sexual relationship while on the road and adventuring.

 

“So this is what you bought with the money I paid you with.” A shadow cast over Link's bare chest and Malon's skimpily clad body. Malon looked up to see Zelda clad in a purple shirt, that draped down to her knees. Link groaned as he realized the warm sun was no longer hitting his chest.

 

“Sweetheart, can I please have the sun back, please?” he asked groggily, rubbing his eyes and stretching to relax again to sleep.

 

“I am right here Link.” Malon said, from his other side, placing a hand on his shoulder as he yawned. “We have company.” Malon was ready to spit her name out like a bad taste, but two guards, fully clad in the hot sun, accompanied Zelda and Malon did not want to get in trouble.

 

“Is it Lulu or a Gerudo again?” he asked, opening one eye to see a pair of white and slim legs. Definitely not a Gerudo or Zora. “Zelda…what are you doing here?” he asked, his eyebrows closing in on each other in annoyance. He was still sore at her from nine years ago.

 

“I came to have fun on the beach.” She lied, and they all knew it. She removed the shirt covering her body, and she wore a strange garb. The top was similar to a Gerudo's, and the bottom was like she was wearing her under garments. Both parts of them were a light purple.

 

“Whatever you say.” Link turned his head away from Zelda and looked into Malon's eyes. He brushed one hand through Malon's dripping strands. “I Love you.” He whispered to her.

 

Malon's eyes shown as feeling overwhelmed her. Link rarely said those words, even to her, and she loved to hear him say it, it was like a ballad to her ears. Zelda scoffed. “I am here to offer a job.”

 

“The `employment house' is up there.” Link pointed to the hut farther up the beach.

 

“This is not an entertainment job. I want you to help with the problems ravaging Hyrule.”

 

“Not interested.” Link stood up and helped Malon stand. “I am no longer a hero, I am a simple ocarina musician.” They walked back to the skulltula house as Zelda jumped to her feet.

 

“Why do you refuse to help? That is your homeland!”

 

Link's head dropped as he reached the doorknob. “Where was my home when I needed help from the people who I saved? Where were they when I was on trial for them?” he asked and jerked open the door, and let Malon in first and then locked the door behind him after he entered.

 

The two walked down the newly formed steps, using the megaton hammer and some help from the Zora's, Link thinking all the while of his trial he and Malon went through. He had been wanted for murder.

 

Link accidentally walked into the gate that guarded the true front door. The installed a gate into the fence that guarded the area to main house, and a pulley system that raised and lowered a stone slab to cover the way to the stairs. And some people called Link paranoid.

 

This was their impenetrable home, deep underground, stone slab that is just like the rest of the wall up in the main `porch' area. The fence they have was a gift from the great fairy in the great bay, who had heard of his deeds in Hyrule and helped him on his quest to stop Majora's mask. The fence was so cold that anything that touched it would freeze, unless the keystone was present. The keystone was embedded in Link and Malon's left hand, so the fence would never hurt them.

 

Link heard banging on the door up on the `porch' and he pulled a lever back and a stone slab replace the top entrance and the bottom entrance. No one was getting in this house but Link and Malon. The gate opened as Malon pushed it, and opened the next door leading into the main building. Link slowly followed Malon, not even thinking about anything else but his past. Malon led him down stairs, to the dining hall, and then she pushed a switch by the fireplace.

 

The back opened and more stairs led up. The two went up the stairs and into their bedroom. It was the room Link had found a piece of magical heart container, it was a rather odd shaped room, somewhat circular, with a ceiling Link had managed to enchant so it always showed every movement out of the ordinary to them, nothing would sneak up on them. Nothing. Again, Link had gotten help from some carpenters and some Gorons to sculpt the room to what they wanted. It had a bed that was in the floor; there was a shallow hole, about waist deep, in the floor that held a huge mattress. This was their bed, red pillowcases and green sheets, and you could tell whose side was whose. Link's side was made and neat, while Malon had left hers used, the pillow awkwardly placed on the bed, and the sheets open and slightly strewn off the bed.

 

The other parts of this room included a few tables that held their swords and hookshots and wallets, their most important items. Their shields hung up like mirrors, and a few pictures had been placed on the wall. Link had found he had some talent for painting, and Malon had a talent of inspiring the greatest art from him, thus a lot of the paintings were of a fire-headed young woman and a few of a blonde headed young man with her. Some wall hooks stood where they hung up their clothes.

 

But Link wasn't in the mood for painting, no, he was tired already and Zelda had not made his day any better. He slowly walked to the bed, climbing down the steps that led to the engraved part of the floor where their bed stood. He lied down on his side of the bed and Malon jumped on the other side of the bed, causing the mattress to bounce. “You alright sweetie?” she asked, her hand resting on his bare chest.

 

“Thinking of the trial.” He croaked, as if he might cry, those memories hurt; they hurt so much to him. He had asked for help and the very people he risked his life and ruined his childhood to save turned him down.

 

Malon frowned as Link's eyebrows lowered like they usually do when he was thinking of something unpleasant. She reached over to his face and slowly drew his face to hers. “You know I love you right?” She kissed his mouth, her lips pressing to his and her tongue slowly running the length of his lips.

 

“I love you too.” He told her, confused as to what was going on.

 

She climbed over him, sitting on his toned stomach. Her head bent down and kissed him again, her hands removing his hat and throwing it to the side. “If you love me, then let me make you feel good.” She began to unravel the bandages covering her chest. Link gulped as Malon's breasts came free, they were pale like the rest of her and the nipples were hardening at the sudden change of environments. They weren't too big and they weren't too small, they were perfect to Link, not that he has seen any before, he was always so shy and demure for this.

 

“Touch me baby.” She whispered to him and helped his hands find her breasts, and she moaned at the touch, her breasts sensitive to the touch of another. Link found them surprisingly soft and warm. As he lifted and molded the soft flesh in his hands, his mouth became very dry.

 

Malon's moans echoed in the room, sounding like a symphony of ecstasy to Link's ears. “Oh that feels so good sweetie. Do what you want, I am yours to use.” She moaned and groaned, biting her lip in satisfaction as Links fingers began to play with her pert, wine colored nipples.

 

She could feel a lump forming in his swim trunks, pressing against her behind as his hands continued to feel and explore her chest. Her hands pried his away and she got off him. Link began to sit up but Malon gently pushed him back down and told him to relax. She would teach him all she knew, granted that wasn't much, but it was more than he knew.

 

As she slid down his body, her hands brought down the swim trunks he was wearing to release his length, surrounded by blonde fur. When she reached for it, Link turned his body away. “No…I am so confused…” he said as he held his head.

 

Malon backed away and looked at Link, he was curled up, and he held his head, near naked on the bed. “What's wrong?” Malon was confused also; the few women she had talked to on this subject had said that any man would never refuse a woman, under any circumstance.

 

“I am so confused, I don't know what's going on!” He shouted as he tried to make sense of things. He traveled a lot, and he didn't have much time to explore himself, physically and mentally, he had never had such strong urges for something he couldn't quite understand. He still didn't understand, but the urges were stronger than ever, and it scared him.

 

He was strong and in control of almost everything, but here was something he had no control over, nothing, and it scared him that this urge could be something dark and harmful, especially to Malon. “What's the matter?” She put a hand on his shoulder and she could see tears were falling down his face. His fear almost radiated off him.

 

Thoughts of his darker self emerged in his skull, another urge of his that he couldn't control, was to kill, when he met his dark self, he had the strongest urge to murder and kill. And he knew those were wrong, he knew what those meant. To him, maybe this urge was something wrong and dark also. “Link what are you confused about?” her voice getting frantic with worry as Link was crying. Had she done something wrong? Did she hurt him?

 

“I don't understand this feeling!” He wailed, he felt scared and confused, normally a break down like this would be considered unusual, but for all Link had seen, this was almost a monthly habit.

She pulled him up to a sitting position and put her arms around him, from behind, resting her head on his shoulder. “Relax. Everyone feels this feeling. It is completely natural. All it means is that you want to do something to prove how much you love someone.” She was using a simplified version; she didn't think his delicate state of feeling would be able to handle the full truth.

 

“Really?” he asked, still sniffing. He was still confused, but as to what the `proving your love' meant rather than what the feeling was. To him, this was just an extension of love.

 

“Yes really. Let me show you everything I know.” She whispered to him. When he nodded a little, she began to nibble on the base of his long ear, and pressed her breasts into his back. Her hands trailed down his front to his length, as it had retained its vigor. Her hands gently encased it and Link twitched, a soft groan came from his throat.

 

“Does that feel good?” She whispered in his ear again, as soon as she let his earlobe go.

 

“Yes.” He said, his head fell back to rest on Malon's shoulder. She gave up on his ear and began to work on his neck; she slightly nibbled and kissed, licked and sucked, on the skin. Her hands were working slowly against the length and girth of Link's member, and show slowly worked faster, as she slowly gained speed. He groaned in pleasure, Malon was very good at this to him.

 

Malon had no clue of what she was doing. She just tried whatever popped into her skull. Her hands began to massage and rub the base of his member. She gulped as soon as she left Link's neck. Malon had been winging it; she hardly knew anything about sex to begin with, Link probably knew as much as she did at this point, although that wasn't entirely accurate. There were two things Link probably didn't know that she did.

 

His head turned back to look into hers and their lips touched. This kiss was one Link and Malon were not used to. It was filled with passion and promises; ones Malon knew would be fulfilled that night. His tongue was the aggressor, going down on her, flipping their positions so he was on top of her.

 

“Finally understand?” she asked him with a smile as his lips left hers, and her short shorts were pulled off her.

 

“Not really.” He told her and she giggled at his still slightly confused face.

 

“Here…let me.” They flipped again, her on top, but this time, instead of sitting on stomach, she hovered over his quivering manhood. She slowly eased onto him, gasping as every centimeter that had entered her, she had to adjust to. It stretched her, but soon the stretching became a feeling of pleasure. Until she reached her barrier, and then she braced herself, her hands resting on Link's sweating shoulders. He too was groaning, but in delight at the warmth and tightness he felt. She let the rest of him enter and she yelped at the pain.

 

Link's eyes shot open and looked at her, and her face, scrunched in pain, worried him. “Here let me get…” he began to shift out of her and she yelped again, the small friction causing her pain.

 

“Wait…just wait…” she groaned out in pain, she knew the pain would fade.

 

Link nodded and waited as Malon took some deep breathes and soon her face no longer held any signs of discomfort. Her hips began to rotate and she groaned in pleasure this time. “Alright link.” She told him and began to raise her body and lower herself back down Link's length.

 

“AH…” Link's breath grew shorter and deeper as his hips gave involuntary thrusts up and down

 

“Oh baby…” she moaned out and she bit her lip and threw back her head. She let her hands roam Link's front, feeling the curvatures of his muscles and scars. Every mar, every curve, every shape was memorized by Malon's hands and they began to explore everywhere. This was the first time they have been intimate, even enough for touching.

 

Link's hands found Malon's hips and helped her in bouncing. He lifted her higher and faster as the pleasure increased. “Oh goddess…Malon!” Link groaned out, arching his body as much as he could, an unspoken signal to Malon that Link was close.

 

Malon's head fell back and her mouth opened wide in a scream as her climax came over her. Her lover's name erupted from her mouth as his member left her body and his seed was spilt across the bed. “We aren't ready for those yet.” Malon breathed out, as she panted from the force of her climax.

 

“Ready for what?” Link looked at Malon, with half drowsy eyes.

 

“For kids. What we just did is how humans make kids.” Malon explained, as she remembered Link's ideas of kids being made is from the deku tree back in Kokiri forest.

 

Link snored lightly beside her, the red pillow strewn to the side so Link was only sleeping on the blanket. Malon smiled as she watched him sleep, he was tired, and so was she. Her hand rested on his chest and her head on his shoulder, as she laced her leg in his. “I love you.” She whispered to him and then slowly her eyes drooped down and her own soft snoring was heard next to Link's.

 

A dreamless sleep was granted to the new lovers, awakening in the arms of the other. Links own, pool of water eyes rose from their sleep drowsily, to look at the enchanted ceiling they had. It was showing a beautiful sunrise, Link couldn't help but smile. The sunrise was red against the water, almost as red as his lover's hair, which was across his chest with her arm.

 

He felt great too, like a weight was pushed off his shoulders. With a turn of his blonde head he looked at Malon. She was his best friend when he was younger, and now she is his lover, and he hoped, his wife. His hand stroked her face. He was still confused on almost everything they did the night before; he would need a lot of explaining to get it. Something inside him felt like he could have done more, something more, what he didn't know.

 

The sunrise colored head of Malon yawned as she awoke, stretching and arching her body. “Morning love.” She said, as she smiled with pep, even though she had just woken up. She kissed his cheek as he turned his head again to look at the ceiling. A flash of movement came across one of the corners.

 

Link leaped from the bed and pulled on his swim trunks from yesterday, until he could properly dress. Grabbing his sword he ran out of the room as Malon was left confused and calling his name. The night was so wonderful, and the morning was so close to perfect. Malon searched for some clothes to slip on so she could follow Link outside to see what was wrong, but a shout from the ceiling showed her what was wrong.

 

Gannon stood in front of Link, Link's smallish height nothing to Gannon's towering form, but Link was powerful and strong, he could take Gannon. Malon hoped.

 

“Hello Link. Remember me?” Gannon smiled and laughed evilly, his evil voice slick enough to make a goron slide past a rock buffet. “How is everything with the triforce wielding bitch?” he laughed again and Link's eyebrows knitted together.

 

“I am fine Gannon. But I want to know how you got out? You shouldn't be out for another thousand years or so.” Link told him and Malon looked puzzled as she stared at the ceiling. She had never seen this man before, but she knew his name, and why had Link talked to him like an old enemy?

 

“I have a secret you little brat. You and that blonde bitch will regret every messing with us!” Gannon laughed out again, charging up a ball of dark to fling at Link, and without the master sword, Link would be done for. “Now you die looking like an idiot too!” Gannon's laugh had increased in volume.

 

The dark laugh was halted as a sword point went through Gannon's skull. “I thought you never would have fallen for such a hastily put together illusion, Link.” A smooth voice said from behind the fading body of Gannon.

 

Link's eyes widened and he readied himself to fight with all his might. “You.” He breathed out with pure malice