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Zelda stared at Link, unsure if she had just heard his request correctly.
They finally managed to get away from the royal officials for a spell, and decided to indulge in a little bedroom fun. It had started out the way it usually did, with giggles and the tossing of clothes, scurrying beneath the sheets, and a heady makeout session. Then things took their expected turn, with Zelda groping the hero below the waist, stroking him to full mast. Link sucking on her nipples until they were bright red. The princess guided Link's swollen member to her own dripping cunt, and that's when he asked her to choke him.
"You...want me to what?" asked Zelda, hand still cradling his length.
Link's face was tinged pink, and he looked away shyly. "I...want you to choke me."
Silence reigned in the room for a painfully long time, until Zelda found her voice again. "You want me to...choke you." She spoke slowly, more so she could understand the words than for Link's benefit.
"Just a little."
The princess quirked an eyebrow. "Darling...we've done some...risqué things in the past, but...choking? I want to pleasure you, not kill you."
Taking the young woman's hand in this own, Link looked up at her, those bright blue eyes making her heart melt. "There's nothing wrong with experimenting, Zelda. You're the one always saying we should try new things."
He had her there. She was the one who always came to him with new sexual escapades, and each introduction lead to the opening of a new world of pleasure. This was the first time he suggested something to her.
"Let's say I agree to this--and I'm not saying I am!" put in Zelda, raising her hands. "How...would this work? Do you want me to use my hands, or--"
"Actually...do you remember that scarf at the ball you hosted a month ago? The fancy one with your initials monogrammed on it?"
"Yes...?"
"I...I'd like you to use that."
Another period of silence. "That scarf is a royal raiment." spoke Zelda, her voice and face solid stone. "Crafted specifically for the Hylian noble family. It's been passed down through the females for centuries. Its value is legendary; a single thread could purchase a country. It's the only one of its kind in existence. And you would have me defile such a sacred garment with the act of choking you for sexual pleasure."
Link hung his head in shame, and just as he was about to apologize and find a hole to crawl in forever, Zelda smiled and slunk out of bed. "You are quite lucky I find something unbelievably arousing about being that sinful."
Zelda sashayed to the closet--giving Link a wonderful look of her ass as she walked--and returned with the scarf in hand. The pure white silk was so radiant it nearly shone, the golden edges glittering. Her initials were emblazoned on one end in gold. Link ran his hands over it, marveling at its softness. It was only the second time he'd seen it, and the first he'd ever touched it.
"Now, then..." said Zelda, unraveling the scarf. "How should we proceed?"
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"The word is 'Eldin'..." Zelda repeated as she finished tying Link's hands behind him, cinching the knots tight. "And if you can't speak, snap your fingers quickly three times in a row."
"Okay."
"And Link?"
"Yes, Zelda?"
The princess turned her lover's head to face her, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. As they broke away, a string of saliva connected their lips, Zelda spoke three words only. "I love you."
Zelda slipped the scarf around Link's neck, tying it gently and pulling it into a knot. Link only grew harder at the feel of the silk squeezing his neck, his erection bobbing freely.
It was a startling sensation to be choked, and the initial fear he had was replaced by excitement and curiosity. And he trusted Zelda. The second she felt he was in danger, she'd stop, and they could at least say they tried.
Zelda pulled tighter on the scarf, and stuck two fingers beneath it to make sure he wouldn't suffocate. Link squirmed fitfully, taking deep, careful breaths. Keeping one hand on the scarf, Zelda slipped the other around his waist and gripped his cock, stroking gently.
"Oh, Hylia..." rasped Link. The feeling was new, exciting, strange, and good all at the same time. They could make a habit of this...
Link's moans filled the room, and Zelda, biting her lip, couldn't help but remove her hand from Link's penis, grope her bare chest, then slowly move down to attend to the dampness between her legs. The knight's sounds of pleasure echoed in her ears as she slipped a finger in, while doing her best to maintain her grip on the scarf.
'It's wrong...' she thought, her juices running down her legs and finger as Link panted harder. His length, purple with arousal, pulsated, oozing precum. 'So wrong...and yet it feels so right...'
"Zelda..." She almost didn't hear her name being called. "T...Tighter..."
She smirked, increasing her finger's pace. "Tighter...?"
A sound like a grunt and a whimper slipped out of Link's mouth. "P-Please..."
"I'm afraid I didn't hear you." Zelda didn't know what she loved more; the control, being a tease, or the fact Link was clearly getting off on both.
"Pleasepleaseplease..." he gurgled out in a hurried mishmash.
Deciding enough was enough, she complied, pulling the knot tighter. The reaction was instant. His groan, long, hoarse, throaty, was burned forever into her mind. His buttocks clenched as he released, his knees finally giving out as he collapsed, twitching, shaky, and exhausted, onto the bed.
Zelda worked quickly and undid the scarf and ropes, pulling Link up and cradling him against her bosom. "Are you alright?" she asked, voice a tender whisper. He nodded. "Can you move?" A nod, but slightly unsure. "Do you want to stay like this for a while?" A more confident nod, if a bit weary. "Okay."
Slowly, carefully, Zelda lowered the two of them down, and waited for Link's breathing to return to normal. She snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him close, planting a kiss on his forehead. "I'm glad you took some initiative, darling. That was...rather fun. I wouldn't mind seeing what you come up with next."
Link looked upwards and flashed Zelda a cheeky grin. "Well, actually, now that you mention it--"
"Shh, shh, shh..." cooed Zelda, putting a shushing finger to his lips. "Moderation, darling. Moderation."