Beauty marks were said to be the remnants of where your past lover kissed you the most. It was a lovely idea, that someone had loved you so reverently in the past that it managed to leave an imprint as dots that littered your skin. And how lucky were you? To have someone in this lifetime love you just as, if not more devotedly. Lips connecting imaginary lines as they silently vowed to kiss each and every mark that was scattered across you.
You're not sure what you did to deserve this all consuming love, but you were sure to give it back, after all, you wanted to make sure new marks dotted their skin in their next life.
CW: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT. P in V penetration, unprotected, AFAB reader, Hylian reader, Fingering, Double penetration in one hole, Sidon has two dicks (Do not argue with me, this is my fanfic), belly bulge, creampie, biting/marking, overstim. Lemme know if I forgot something!
Notes: Okay so let’s pretend he isn’t engaged to Yona. Irrelevant. Sidon and Reader get to live happily together. Let’s also pretend I’m not four days behind. I plan to get caught up tonight (hopefully, Idc that Kinktober is technically over.). It’s so like me to be rushing everything on the last day of the month Anyone else’s keyboard fucking up after the IOS26 update? Because good god is mine awful.
Word Count: 2040
“Doing so well for me, my pearl.” Sidon’s voice was deep, an animalistic growl in his tone while his ragged breaths ghosted the marked skin of your throat- yet his touch was the exact opposite. He had sworn to never hurt you, after all, and that promise extended to intimate times as well.
With two fingers deep inside your warm walls, his other hand kept you steady, anchoring you against the side of the pool that you were currently bent over.
Truthfully, the two of you had barely made it to his private quarters after the long, uneventful dinner you had shared with him and his father. King Dorephan was always super kind to you, even as the elders tended to stare at you with barely hidden disgust.
You weren’t surprised by the looks, honestly. It was to be expected seeing as they were stuck in their old ways.
A Zora with a Hylian?
None of them had been impressed when you and Sidon became public about your relationship, yet they never spoke outwardly.
But that didn’t stop how they whispered amongst themselves. How they’d look at you like you were nothing more than a gross little bug scurrying around the domain.
Sidon, for his part, was always there to comfort you or to cheer you up when the looks became too much. He had always told you to not let them get to you- that they’d eventually come around.
Sure, you trusted him. But it was hard to believe the elders would come out of their old ways.
But their opinions mattered very little when all you could focus on was Sidon’s fingers in your greedy cunt, spreading mind-numbing pleasure through your body until you were trembling.
“Almost there.” He hummed against your throat again, sharp teeth brushing the skin. His fingers shifted and he hit deeper, spreading you open wide in preparation for his achingly hard cocks that pressed against the curve of your ass.
Sidon always made sure to prep you properly- he wouldn’t even consider actually fucking you until he made you orgasm multiple times on his fingers or tongue.
You’d simply lost track of how many you’d had at that point, mind hazy with pleasure and overstimulation making you all the more sensitive to any of his touches.
“Mmf-“ Small moans and noises scraped your throat, raw from overuse- thankfully, the sounds of the running waters around the domain would muffle anything.
Another orgasm washed over you as you stiffened in your lover’s arms, your elbows braced against the edge of the pool. His fingers slowed as your walls pulsed and fluttered around them with your release, soft gasps and whines escaping your kiss-swollen lips.
“Si-“ You whimpered out, his fingers slipping out of the warm depths of your leaking cunt. Twisting slightly in his grasp.
The Zora cooed quietly at you, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw, gently connecting his lips against yours. Carefully, he guided your body to face his, your hands gripping his chest for stability as his cocks pressed against your entrance.
Shuddering in his grasp, his hands cupped your ass to bring you closer, the first of the two nudging at your fluttering hole.
“Are you ready, my treasure?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple that was so gentle, your heart felt like it would explode on the spot.
Sidon was always so gentle with you in every situation- and it made you more than grateful to be able to call him yours.
Not trusting your words, you nodded up at him with a dazed expression- and with that, he began to slip in. The head nudged you open before sinking in, his length going inch by inch. The zora paused to give you a chance to adjust here and there- especially as you became a blabbering, teary-eyed mess in his arms.
“Shhh, I know, my pearl,” He cooed softly, lovingly. One hand steadied you as the other moved to cradle the back of your head, your face pressed to his chest with a soft, shuddering cry escaping you, “It’s almost in all the way, okay? I promise I’ll make it feel good.”
He was nothing if not reassuring. Even as you were the equivalent of a drooling mess in his arms, sweet and pliant on his cock (or cocks, depending on the situation) he always made sure you were nothing less than comfortable.
Goddess above, he’d spent at least an hour deciding on a safe word one night- not that you’ve ever had to use it.
Finally bottoming out, his cock enveloped so sweetly in your warm, gummy walls, Sidon couldn’t help but let out a deep groan. The way you wrapped so deliciously around his cocks always had him feeling like he’d orgasm too early. The warmth and the way your walls sucked him in greedily tipped him over.
You’re whimpering, babbling nonsense against his chest with shuddering breaths- you felt so full and it was just one of his twin cocks. Sure, you’d taken them both before, but you’d never really get used to it.
Sidon hummed deep in his throat, his hand that had been cradling your head moved to pull it back, his eyes taking in the fucked out expression on your face.
“You’re so pretty like this, dearest.” He praised almost sweetly, voice dripping like honey. His other cock twitched against the curve of your ass as he took in your dilated pupils, the subtle haze in your gaze, “So full of me too, hmm?”
Hand moving down, he brushed it against the very noticeable bulge of your belly, his cock stuffing you to the brim, “My dearest treasure,” his face moved to press against your neck, lips tracing one of the many bite marks, “you’re doing so good for me.”
His praises drew another soft whimper from you, walls clenching around his cock in response.
“Mm-“ You mewled, thighs trembling from the stretch of spreading to accommodate his larger body, “Si, please-“
He hummed, hands moving to cup your waist, “As you wish, my dear.”
And with that, his hands guided you against his cock in a steady rhythm, the other rocking steadily against the curve of your ass.
A loud moan escaped you, small incoherent words murmured against his chest as pleasure began to fill your heated core once again. Each thrust of his cock had you arching and crying out, the tip hitting your cervix at a bruising pace.
The earth-shattering pleasure was consuming your very being, heat pooling between your thighs as your releases build up at a rapid pace.
“Si- Mmf-!” You cried out, tears beading oh so prettily in your lash line- he wasted no time in kissing them away gently, whispering soft words to you around his own grunts.
“One more for me and I’ll give you my other.” He whispered against your jaw, teeth sinking into the soft skin of your neck yet again- not enough to bleed, but enough to leave a visible mark.
None of the marks would be easy to hide from the high elders, but a part of him didn’t care in the moment.
Seeing you covered in marks. His marks. It made something primal in him purr happily.
“Close- ‘M close!” Your voice cracked from strain, nails digging into his red scales as you tried to steady yourself against his chest.
A tightness was building in your lower belly, only growing tighter the more your pleasure built up. It wasn’t long before you came again, tensing as your walls clamped down against his length.
Sidon helped you through your orgasm, fucking you at a slower pace as a hand slipped down to rub the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit- you all but squealed, yelping from sensitivity.
He slowed until his hips stilled and you whined in complaint, unhappy with the sudden loss of friction, “H-Hey-“ You hiccuped out, a few tears dripping down your cheeks.
“Shhh, just lining up.” He reassured softly, lining up the tip of his second cock to your stretched hole. You, trembling in his arms, could only nod dumbly- too fucked out to properly respond much, and certainly not complaining about what you knew would come next.
And slowly, he pushed in again, his twin cocks slowly stretching you wide. Filling you more than before. It was almost suffocating, your walls stretching to accommodate both lengths.
You were practically drooling, babbling pathetically against his chest as he slowly bottomed out, your belly bulging visibly as both lengths filled you.
“There,” Sidon hummed, running one hand through your hair and down your back in a reassuring gesture, comforting you, “Taking me so beautifully.”
The Zora had a surprising amount of control during sex. The only times he really slipped were during his ruts- which was a given. Though he did try to take it easy on you when he could.
Besides, a Hylian taking a Zora’s twin cocks was nothing short of incredible.
“‘M gonna break-“ You gasped out, your senses focused on nothing but the feeling of his cocks stretching you wide- ruining you for anyone else.
Not that you wanted anyone else.
“Feel s’good-“ You continued, words lazily falling off your tongue, walls clenching around his lengths as he began to move.
Your pleasure was mounting quickly, faster than before- certainly aided by the overstimulation and countless others you had already had.
“Mmf- Think ‘m coming again?” You babbled, body trembling like a leaf in the wind as his hands moved to steady you, “Fuck- I-“
But you weren’t able to finish the sentence. A wave of euphoria ripped through you as your body convulsed in his grasp. A powerful orgasm washed over you, pleasure-filled noises escaping your sore throat as you squirted on his cocks, juices shooting into the water.
Sidon blinked down at you, jaw slightly slack in a mixture between awe and shock.
“You’re incredible.” He hummed out finally, chest warming with admiration. You, his lovely little Hylian partner, were nothing short of a blessing.
His hips didn’t slow down much- if at all- still continuing in that steady, mind-numbing pace that had your toes curling.
“Think you can handle one more, my love?” He asked softly, nuzzling against your temple, his little shark tail wagging ever so slightly.
His only reply was a halfhearted whine, your hands tightening against his red scales, and your walls clamping around his cocks so tightly that he couldn’t help but moan lowly.
Sidon’s own release was building up at a steady pace, his thrusts becoming a bit sloppy the closer it got. Your own noises were doing nothing but egging him on, his eyes trained on your fucked-out expression.
Gaze flickering down, he took in the way your stretched hole fluttered around his twin cocks, water rippling around the both of you as he fucked into you.
“Come with me, my pearl.” He rasped out, pressing his lips to yours again, hips speeding up in a desperate race to his own pleasure.
You whimpered into the kiss, clenching around him just in time for your final orgasm to wash over you, body jolting from the intensity.
Sidon greedily swallowed your sounds into the kiss, hips jerking once more. Twice. A third time. And then finally- he buried himself as deep as he could before stilling, shooting his hot seed deep inside of you.
You trembled, head falling back- one of his hands shot up to catch it, holding up your head. You were boneless, belly bulging from his cocks and his seed, expression nothing short of dazed and deeply satisfied.
“You did very well, my dear.” Sidon whispered against your cheek after pressing a gentle kiss there, his expression softening with admiration and love, “I’ll handle the rest from here- you can rest.”
But you were already drifting off in his hold- safe, warm, full. You knew he’d handle everything as he had many times before- and in the final moments before you drifted off, all you could think about was how much you loved him. How grateful you were for the Zora Prince that you called yours.
you've known sidon much longer than link, having loved this man ever since you first met him, but never gathering up the courage to confess to him, due to him being a prince!
you were content with just being by sidon's side for an eternity, without ever confessing to him… and then you met link!
link came to zora's domain and changed everything for you! not only did you soon develop a crush on the heroic hylian, but your close friendship with link also made sidon realize his own feelings for you
sidon had always appreciated your company and he truly loved you, yet it wasn't until he saw you with link that he realized that the love he had for you was romantic!
link was quick to realize he had some sort of attraction towards you, yet he was hesitant at first to act upon it, as he realized that sidon and you seemed a bit too close to just be friends
link actually consulted sidon about his feelings for you, making it clear to the prince of the zora that he liked you and asking sidon for permission to act upon those feelings and ask you out
and sidon couldn't say no, despite how much he wanted to! he had no right to tell this boy that he wasn't allowed to confess to you
but sidon knew he had to make a move on you as well and state his feelings for you clearly! if he lost to link, then he at least wanted it to be with all cards on the table!
Sidon/f!reader. 18+ my contribution to kinktober and the only one bc I'm in college and EXHAUSTED. In saying so mildly proofread but there may still be some mistakes. Cw: exhibitionism, reader is involved with link and sidon basically lol, teasing, possessive sidon, double penetration, sex in water, rough sex wc: 2.1k
“What’s this I’m hearing about Hylians skinny dipping in the Ruto Lake?”
The former king Dorephan choked as though something were lodged in his throat. He sat up at the throne his son graciously allowed him to borrow. The current king, Sidon, perked up at Councilman Muzu’s words, attention thoroughly piqued.
“I’ve misheard nothing, boy!” Muzu stomped his cane on the floor. “No one’s been able to identify them, that is true, but us Zora know Hylians when we see them!”
Sidon kept silent, chosing to use all his might to suppress laughter.
“Disgraceful,” Muzu went on, then turned to Sidon. “Your Majesty, you must have these sordid activities investigated!”
“Surely King Sidon has more to worry about these days than a few silly Hylians,” Bazz argued, a colored tint to his cheeks.
“Nonsense,” Sidon said after clearing his throat. “I’ll handle it.”
Besides, he thought, it depends on which silly Hylians we’re dealing with …
V V V
“Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
Sidon’s sudden presence on the bridge made you startle, your gaze torn away from the lovely sunset.
“What —“ You straightened, cheeks tinted a suspicious pink. “What do you mean?”
Sidon took a step and raised a hand to toy with the fallen strap at your shoulder. “Don’t be coy, darling.” His voice was pure silk. You were nearly face to face with his abs. “There are all sorts of rumors about you and Link in our lake …”
And Link had warned you this would happen, but you just hadn’t listened. While Link, ever disciplined and focused, was reading one of the inscriptions underneath the lake, you were recalling the time you had seen him nearly naked in a Death Mountain hot spring and suddenly had the idea, the audacity —
“You didn’t think I’d hear about it?” Sidon tutted. “Two Hylians with the nerve to swim naked in our waters?”
Your silence was condemnation enough.
He coaxed you closer, his pectoral grazing the top of your head while a hand ran down the central curve of your back. You were transfixed by how the glow of the crystals on the lake illuminated the white-scarlet tone of Sidon’s skin …
“And then I thought: what Hylian do I know who just can’t resist disrobing at a moment’s notice?”
Face hot, you licked your lower lips.
“Are you —“ You tried, growing taut in his hold in an effort to fight back, to think of something witty to verbally swat him with. “Are you calling me a —“
“Never,” Sidon said, and his voice was stripped of its playfulness. He leaned away to look in the face, where his aquarian eyes, the hardiness in them, reaffirmed this.
A Zora duo passed you on the bridge, but not without quick bows toward their new king. The sun sank passed the domain and left a heavenly tangerine glow over Hyrule; nightfall rode on swift wings.
“How much trouble am I in?” You asked as Sidon’s thumb caressed your chin. “Really?”
Sidon seemed somewhat surprised. “So you don’t deny it?”
“You’ve caught me red-handed,” You said, smiling.
“Well then, I’d say you’re in quite a bit of trouble,” Sidon said, tugging you gently forward, into him, now that the coast was clear. The flirty patina in his voice had returned. “Do you know how this makes me look? I can’t have our domain tainted by a few Hylians making a mockery of us …”
He inched forward. You ached to kiss him.
“You’ll have to be punished,” he leaned forward, and just as you pressed on your tiptoes to meet his kiss, he swerved to the side of your cheek, his tongue swiping at the shell of your ear. “And I will have to punish you.”
“And what happens to Link?” You said, trembling with excitement. “It’s not like I went in there alone.”
“Perhaps not, but he’s not in front of me right now …” Sidon’s hand found a tie holding your top in place and began to flirt with its knot, daring to strip you where you stood. “You’ll have to take a punishment for two.”
V V V
The Ruto Lake was so quiet at night. And somewhat eerie, with the glowing torquioise lights, the lavender flowers adding their own flair to the illuminescence.
Or it would be, if not for the nature of your task.
Your punishment.
“Go on,” Sidon said, lounging on the small hill that rested in the lake. “Show me all that transpired.”
You were working your knot out with a smirk, ready to undo it and be left in only your bottoms. “Who knew the new king of the Zora was such a pervert.”
“Says the woman who loves to be in the nude,” Sidon said, and sat up enthusiastically as you became topless.
You threw your top his way, hid how impressed you were when he caught it in midair.
“I can see how you persuaded Link to partcipate in this …” Whether that was to be a run-off sentence or not you’d never know; Sidon’s eyes weren’t even on your face, but roving your half naked form, the sway of your breasts — then how they hung in front of him as you worked your bottoms off.
“Link talks a big game,” You began, kicking your bottoms out of your way and facing Sidon, now completely bare. “He’s still a man, though.”
“It isn’t just that,” Sidon said, shaking his head and grinned that gorgeous grin. “You’re beautiful, waterlily.”
You blushed at the sincerity of his comment. You smiled meekly, remembered how Link had complimented you with his eyes, pretty and blue and unabashedly dilated, in much the same way. They really are very alike …
“Do it now,” Sidon purred, his cadence so seductive it might as well have been an inch from your ear. “The king of the Zora commands you …”
You turned around and dove into the water. Not nearly as cold as you predicted — then again your last dip in it had been at a different time of day — you twirled in the water before coming up for air.
And even though you were anticipating it, had expected it, had yearned for it, an atavistic, primal fear still came upon you when Sidon’s large, hungry hands grabbed you in the water and had you enveloped in his embrace, a fear that melted into unadalterated yearning.
And suddenly you were enveloped in Sidon’s embrace, victim to hose same greedy hands, his salivating tongue …
“You’re divine,” he breathed out before capturing your lips again. Tongue met tongue as he held you close in the sloshing water.
Eyes rolling back, you wrapped arms around Sidon’s thick neck. His hands roamed reverently, caressing and smoothing over your wet skin, made more sensitive by arousal and the arcane magic of the lake water …
“Sidon …” You hung your head back as one of his hands met the small of your back, while the other teased the seam of your cunt.
“Say it again.” He peppered kisses against your neck, sharp teeth grazing, threatening but never quite biting. He grinded into your smaller, weaker body, his dual cocks coming alive for you under the water. “Say it again, oh, please —“
You wrapped your legs around him and roped him into another kiss. You hated what this meant; the height difference between the two of you meant Sidon’s cocks were completely out of reach, but your cunt fluttered at the idea of where they could go.
“Sidon —“ You moaned out against his lips; Sidon’s fingers rediscovered your cunt, tickled at your clit. “Sidonsidonsidon, please, please, I —“
He broke the messy kiss to meet your eye. “You mean you want to?” The gentlest smirk ghosted his lips; he must’ve felt your legs shaking around him; two taloned fingers teased your clit, a third threatening to sneak farther, past your slippery lips … “Are you ready for me, my love? After just a little seconds of kissing, are you ready for my cocks?”
“Yes.” You never broke with his gaze, hands clinging desperately to him as you grinded your hips, chasing the rhythm of his cruel fingers. “Yes, please —“
A third finger slipped into your tight hole —
“What a begging thing you are …” Sidon said as you cried out from the invasion.
“Please.” Your eyes drooped. You held his smiling face in your hands. “Please, my king.”
That was the right thing to say; Sidon’s pupils blew out. In a flash he yanked your legs out from around him, saddled you to his side and swam to the small island protruding from the lake. There he turned you around, on your knees.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words?”
Your cunt betrayed you, fluttering again at the anticipation. Sidon’s hands came to your hips. You bit your lip as you felt his enormous presence from behind.
And without much ceremony, his cocks slid past to stretch both your cunt and your clenching asshole. Your jaw fell slack, slipping at your elbows on the low grass. Sidon groaned as he entered you to the hilt, one of his thumbs drawing circles into your skin.
“You feel —“ He thrusted, his voice catching on the motion, “— divine, oh —“
And you were sure, given different circumstances, he would’ve been slower, allowed you time to adjust. But not now. Not when he had prolonged teasing you, and not when you had riled him up to such a dangerous degree. Sidon’s hips slapped to your plump, wet ass as he fucked you, hands at times holding you still or yanking you back to meet his thrusts.
You moaned, again and again. On your hands and knees, for the entire Zora domain to see. Fuck, the thought of that was nearly enough to send you over the edge. Of the world seeing Sidon fucking you. You were being bred.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sidon moaned. “Such a naughty —“ thrust “little” — “minx” thrust.
Your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t able to withstand the constant praise, tightening around the cock Sidon siphoned into your pussy. One of his hands reached forward and under to reclaim your clit.
“The nerve of you,” he hissed in your ear, his massive fingers toying with your defenseless little nub. “Showing off this perfect cunt to the world when it’s — nng — rightfully mine.”
Your elbows were numb with pain but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your orgasm climbed. You fished the grass, shutting your eyes tight, lost in the feeling of being so full by one man out of the two you loved most in the world.
“(Y/n).” Sidon bared a hand down on your back, the strain in his voice evident. “I —“
“It’s okay,” You hastened, nodding voraciously. To drive your point home you clenched around one of his cocks siphoning you.
“Oh — oh —“ The slaps his thrusts gave to your ass quickened, Sidon dragging your hips back to meet his demanding, hectic pace.
Your eyes rolled back; knowing he was about to come, knowing you’d be full of him everywhere, was enough to make you lose it.
Sidon roared, his last few thrusts bruising in their impact. You screamed out a stream of expletives as his come sprayed into both of your holes, leaving you filled to the brim with his delicious seed.
Sidon’s hand massaged your back now as he fought to catch his breath. “Oh, mmm, have mercy, my love!” he begged as your possessive cunt squeezed around his cocks again and again without your say, refusing to let him go.
“Sorry,” You breathed out with a chuckle.
“Oh no,” Sidon said. You looked behind you to see his face riddled with concern for your state. “Look at what I’ve done to you; let me help you …”
“I’m fine, really.” Even though your knees were red and raw from the rutting and there were aches blossoming under your skin as you spoke that would be fully birthed the next day. You smiled as Sidon helped to readjust you, feeling the aftermath of his seed leaking from your holes. “If anything I should be thanking you.”
“Nonsense. I had no right to treat you so boorishly.” Sidon cradled you into his arms. Dabbling kisses on your forehead, the chill left on your skin from the water was warded off by the guard of his hands. “Though, you may have a point,” Sidon murmured in between the umpteenth kiss above the fur of your brow. “The two of you will be the death of me. Surely you know that?”
You chuckled, eyes closed. At the feel of Sidon’s lips at the curve of your temple, you said, “I think so.” Then you were serious. “I didn’t get you into too much trouble, did I?”
“No, though prepare for Muzu to give you the stink eye whenever you visit.”
“I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”
“Please, my waterlily,” another kiss, this one suspiciously encouraging, “don’t be.”
no idea what triggered this but suddenly found myself thinking about the many, many fine men in this franchise and couldn't resist writing a bit of smut about it.
bit of a different format than what i usually write, but what's better than smut with one character when you can write smut with many? :P
all behind a cut because it's all filth lmao. enjoy!
MINORS DNI
“Steady,” the Prince murmurs, fingers wrapped around your hips and head lowered in intense concentration. “Tell me if there is any pain.”
“I will,” you promise, voice colored with soft affection as much as lust. The bed of grass at your back is warm, ticklish to the touch, and the breeze shivering along your bare body prickles your skin with goosebumps. Between your thighs, Sidon thrusts gently against your entrance, the flared, crimson head of one cock catching at your rim and the other bumping against your sex with each roll of his hips. Your breath hitches at the stretch, though any discomfort is soon eclipsed by the pleasant ache of your lover filling you, your body clenching eagerly around his throbbing length.
“Haah - “ the Prince sighs, sharp teeth bared in a pleasured grimace as your body slowly swallows him to the hilt. His fingers tremble against your hips as he struggles to remain still, allowing you both a moment to adjust, and you take the opportunity to reach for his handsome face, fingers curling lovingly around his cheek.
“Sidon.” You sigh his name, your thighs twining leisurely around his hips. The Prince gasps as the movement urges him deeper into your body, the base of his cock grinding against your entrance and wrenching a cry from you both. His cheek slumps into your palm, his hand coming up to clasp yours, and as heavy-lidded golden eyes catch upon yours, you murmur, “Move, my love. Please.”
With a groan, the Zora Prince begins to thrust, the drag of his dual cocks sending pleasure coursing through you like a slow wave. Your head falls back against the grass with a ragged gasp as his hips roll steadily against yours, filling you, the cock not currently sheathed within you catching against your sex and bringing stars to your vision.
Palms calloused from his work with a trident wrap around yours, pressing them into the grass as Sidon buries himself to the hilt again and again. His body eclipses yours, lithe and powerful, abdominals clenching with each thrust and mouth parted on breaths that almost steam in the cool night air.
Your eyes alight upon the bobbing head of his unsheathed cock and the fluid dripping sluggishly from the tip, and with a hunger that surprises you you wiggle one hand free of Sidon’s grasp and reach eagerly for your prize. The Prince keens as you wrap your fingers around the damp, flared head of his cock, thumbing at the slit to gather moisture into your palm before you begin to pump his straining shaft in tandem with the Zora’s increasingly desperate thrusts.
“Darling,” Sidon cries, the muted slap of skin against skin rising in volume with the speed of his thrusts. Pleasure burns through you, all encompassing, but it pales in comparison to your joy as you witness the Prince fall to pieces between your thighs, the cock sheathed within your body and the one twitching within your grasp both giving a mighty throb before they begin to spill. You moan feebly as heat gushes within you and Sidon’s unsheathed cock spills warm, sticky fluid over your hand and belly, your body contracting around his throbbing length in the throes of your own orgasm.
It isn’t until you’ve managed to catch your breath that you feel the gentle tug of sharp teeth against the base of your throat, Sidon’s heavy breaths warming your skin and his body twitching against yours as the aftershocks of his release course through him.
You curl your fingers around his neck before he can think to ease away from such vulnerable flesh, knowing exactly what he wishes to do and wanting it desperately.
“My love?” The Prince murmurs against your skin, his voice a mixture of confusion and hope.
“Do it,” you urge him, your voice tinged with fatigue and love and hunger in equal measure. “Mark me as yours, for all of Hyrule to see.”
Sidon needs no more convincing. He parts his lips against your throat, teeth catching at your skin, and does just as you’ve asked.
“You’re blushing.”
Your voice comes out breathless, wreathed with soft amusement. Revali bristles beneath it, as you’d known he would, and shoots you a glare tempered by the weight of his wings wrapped firmly around you, holding you aloft as you guide yourself along his length.
“I’m doing no such thing,” the Rito grunts, his words punctuated with an impassioned moan that he tries desperately to hide with the swift click of his beak slamming shut. You huff at his pride, stalwart as ever even while the most intimate part of him remains buried within you, and roll your hips in a pointed effort to wrench that sound once more from the depths of his throat.
Blue eyes narrow at your impertinence. “Stop that.”
“Stop?” you repeat, false innocence writ across your face. Your hips slow to a halt at his command, though you can’t resist the clenching of your inner muscles, Revali’s stuttered breaths at the sensation of your fluttering walls bringing a smile of satisfaction to your lips. “If that is truly what you want - “
Revali blows out an explosive breath, wings tightening about your hips as he struggles against the urge to slam into you. “You know what I mean,” he grumbles against your cheek, and you grin, dragging your lips along his feathered brow.
“I know what you mean,” you concede, lifting yourself along his cock and whimpering as the length of him drags along your nerves. Revali groans softly as you sink back down, beak parting around the syllables of your name, and you marvel at the vulnerability on his face, his usual arrogance tempered by the intimacy of your joining.
You won’t tease him for it, not this time, not when your own heart is pounding like a drum and your body is teetering on the edge of the abyss, breath trembling not with fear but with anticipation.
You know Revali’s wings will be there to catch you when you fall.
The wind and rain rail outside, lashing the shingles of the roof with wild abandon, and yet they fail to intrude upon the storm raging within the walls of Link’s modest home - the impassioned cries and muffled grunts of pleasure enough to drown out the persistent maelstrom strengthening just beyond the door.
“Link,” you gasp, palms dragging across the Hero’s heaving chest as you thrust against him, burying yourself upon his cock again and again while his callused hands hold you steady. Your body shines with sweat, thighs aching with the strain of holding yourself aloft, but the pleasurable burn as you drive yourself upon the Hylian’s cock scatters every last thought of discomfort from your head.
Link grunts beneath you, fingertips digging hungrily into your hips and brilliant blue eyes piercing through you as you fuck yourself upon his length. You had thought - in the quiet moments when you had allowed yourself to think of this moment - that you would quail beneath his stare, that his fierce gaze would render you mute or immobile in the wake of such a vulnerable act, and yet you rally beneath the weight of those blue eyes, your own eagerness to share the pleasures of your flesh surprising you, bolstering you, until you were driving yourself upon Link’s cock with reckless, fevered abandon and pressing hungry, open-mouthed kisses to his heaving chest until his muted grunts and soft gasps were filling the room.
The crash of thunder outside heralds Link’s own powerful climax, his fingers clenching against your hips and dragging you eagerly upon his cock once, twice, three more times before he’s spilling within you, blue eyes clenched tightly shut and cornflower hair a sweaty halo around his head.
Even as the aftershocks of his pleasure twitch through him, the Hero refuses to budge until he’s driven you to your own trembling end, and you cry out as your body clenches eagerly around his, grinding feverishly against the base of his cock until you’re oversensitive and aching, and then collapsing in an exhausted, sweaty pile against his naked chest.
Link’s arms come up to wrap around you, the storm outside continuing to rage even as your hearts slow from a rapid gallop to a steady thrum. Thunder crashes, lightning crackling against the dark sky, and yet here, within the circle of the Hylian’s arms, you feel nothing but peaceful contentment.
You sleep.
Claws rake tenderly along the dip of your spine, dragging along the swell of your buttocks and wrenching a gasp from your throat as they dig gently into the meat of your hips. Your body is warm and open, liquid against the bed as Rauru eases into you, and you grasp leisurely at the pillows as the Zonai buries himself to the hilt with short, swift thrusts.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his lips warm against your shoulder and his great mane of silver hair spilling over the bedsheets. He urges your spine into an arch with gentle, patient claws, your knees rising to brace against the bed so that he may bury himself deeper within your warmth, and you moan his name as the heavy length of his cock catches against the rim of your entrance before easing back in, your body clutching feverishly at his long, slender shaft and gently tapered head.
“More,” he urges, sharp teeth nibbling delicately at the skin of your shoulder as he thrusts between your thighs, the warm, furred skin of his stomach rubbing against your raised buttocks with every sensuous roll of his hips. “Let me hear you.”
You keen as his cock bumps against the bundle of nerves deep within you that sends stars rocketing across your vision, his name spilling from your lips in fevered urgings and whimpered entreaties for more, deeper, harder.
Rauru groans gruffly at your impassioned cries, hips pistoning against yours as pleasure tightens its grip around you both. Your release crashes through you like a windstorm, toes curling as your body clenches around Rauru’s in a desperate bid to milk every last drop of his essence, and the roar of the mighty Zonai King’s completion shivers through your every nerve before you find yourself gathered fervently against his gray-furred chest, his muzzle nuzzling tenderly at the dip of your shoulder.
“You are exquisite,” he sighs, claws dragging gently against your twitching thighs and shivering belly.
You open your mouth to chastise him, as you often do whenever he heaps his compliments upon you, and then think better of it upon a glance at his face - content, sated, and eminently adoring.
Next time, you think with a flustered blush, and bury yourself within the circle of Rauru’s waiting arms.
“Look.”
Your eyes peel open at Ganondorf’s rasped command, breath hitching as you catch a glimpse of your joined forms in the large, ornate mirror the Gerudo had placed near the bed. Your eyes trace the length of your body, bare and slick with sweat, before they alight upon Ganon’s, his form dwarfing yours, crimson hair spilling over his shoulders and powerful muscles flexing as he thrusts into you.
“Watch,” he orders gruffly, breath hot against the shell of your ear. You whimper as his hands - massive, rough, warm - drag along your skin, one wrapping around your hip and the other clasped to your stomach, holding you firmly in place as he buries his length within you again and again. Your body jerks in his hold, thighs twitching feebly with each powerful thrust, and you toss your arm above your head to clasp at the thickness of his neck as he fucks you, crying out as his cock bumps against each trembling nerve.
“See how well your body takes me,” the Gerudo rasps against your shoulder, tongue dragging along your sweat-slick skin and wrenching a moan from your throat. “How well we fit. See our hunger.“ His hands drag along your sternum, fingertips rolling your nipples into sharp, aching peaks. “Our power.” His thighs flex as he stuffs you full, grinding the base of his cock against your entrance, and you shout his name, blindly groping for his mouth and nearly sobbing as Ganon meets you with a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs.”Hyrule will be ours,” he finishes against your mouth, chest rumbling against your back as his pace increases, driving your aching body toward completion with each powerful roll of his hips.
“Ganon,” you moan feverishly, meeting his thrusts with your own, the slick slap of skin against skin and the groan of the bedposts filling the room.
“Yes,” the Gerudo spits between gritted teeth, and then you’re coming, mouth falling open against his as your release crashes through you, the wild clenching of your body serving to trigger Ganon’s own.
Warmth fills you, seeping from the place where you’re joined and staining the bedsheets below, but there is little that could distract you from the fevered light in Ganondorf’s eyes, the fierce determination that even now you can feel tightening the corded muscles in his arms and chest.
“Hyrule will be ours,” he repeats, fingertips dragging through the thatch of curls above your sex, and you arch feebly against him, inner muscles twitching in renewed interest around the length of his cock.
“Hi, sorry for bothering you if you're not taking/doing requests rn
I have yet to see anything like this, but I wanna see headcanons for a few of the legends of Zelda breath of the wild characters (Link, Zelda, Sidon, Ganon, anyone really) having passed out in the middle of the desert only to wake up in the shade of a pretty(and/or)handsome traveling belly dancer readers caravan and how they feel to having reader take care of them until the over heating goes away, would they refuse the help? Would they accept it? I'm curious what you think.” - anon
hi hi!!! first of all, you're NEVER bothering me! ngl, i generally keep requests for later if i like them, but thankfully, they're open!! secondly, heat exhaustion is ROUGH. speaking from experience, it’s one of the worst feelings imo. and in your list, the only one i could imagine not experiencing it on the extreme side would be Ganon (simply because he is a Gerudo and would have the equipment and be acclimated to this environment (and he’s a king, so you bet he’s got high security at all times)). but i do think it’d be fun to add him onto this list. so i will :)
let’s dive in! (please don’t hate me for Revali’s i promise i love him)
Link
wouldn’t really be that surprised
he’s woken up in so many different places that he probably just expects it now
but he’s grateful
he’d notice your clothing and be interested in every detail (probably trying to figure out if there’s any properties to help you withstand the heat)
will inevitably go back to sleep for several hours
Zelda
thanks you 1000000+ times
and absolutely lets you know how attractive you are (not flirtatiously, she’s just an extrovert)
would invite you to the castle for a performance and a meal
asks about the history of your trade and lifestyle
will yap to you forever and forget time exists
Sidon
why is this man in the desert he’s a fish?
he’d be beyond thankful
is offering his life
will ultimately deplete your water supply
invites you to Zora’s Domain for a performance and an endless supply of water (he’s embarrassed fr)
Revali
would probably rather die than receive help tbh
but the shade feels nice
so he’s SAT
might warm up to you
might not
will probably complain the entire time
Bazz
again… why is this man in the desert (unwillingly at that)
accepts reluctantly
but if you tell ANYONE…
he’ll be really upset
will not willingly deplete your water supply
would be more relaxed if you weren’t a stranger
embarrassed af
Rivan
the only zora i could see in the desert
is thanking you nonstop
and probably trying to give you gifts in return
would tell you his whole life story (and his daughter’s)
and if you ever go to Zora’s Domain, he’ll be there, greeting you with the biggest smile
Ganon
thanks you
and definitely means it… at first, at least
he has a way with his words
he’s prideful to say the least
and not only will he invite you to perform in Gerudo Town
but he’ll also ask you to join him in the ‘right side of history’ (in a very chill, nonchalant way)
SUMMARY
↳ As a thief, you've always been attracted to shiny things.
There’s a glow that catches your eye. It’s almost enchanting, designed to catch your eye and reel you in. Sidon. He’s glowing. The spots that adorn his crest and his blue and yellow fins, are glowing, bioluminescent.
“Have–” you stutter, completely enraptured by the sight of him. “Have you always… glowed?”
pairing: sidon x fem!reader
warnings: almost smut but nada
tags/notes: hylian!reader, courtship rituals, eventual romance, based on the hc that zora's are bioluminescent/this tumblr post
wc: 7.9k - "cherry stop yapping so damn much" challenge (i never plan such long fics but i keep getting carried away help)
Perhaps you are in over your head.
You wouldn’t say you were a rotten individual, not at all. You don’t do the things you do for mere pleasure… well, most of the time. Even when it is, you steal from people who don’t need it.
Like Prince Sidon of the Zora.
At first it was for necessity. You learned early on that playing by the rules left you vulnerable. So, you adapted, honing your skills and leveraging your talents to carve out a niche where you could thrive. Your family needed stability, and you delivered. You are proud to say they are living quite comfortably now.
Now, however, it is more for the thrill. You like the challenge, find the risk of getting caught almost exhilarating. It’s not just the high stakes or the chase anymore; it’s the game itself that has become intoxicating. The thrill of evading capture, the adrenaline rush from outsmarting the authorities, it’s all a part of the allure now.
You find yourself standing in the grand hall of Zora's Domain, your heart racing as you look around. The opulence and splendor of the place draws you in like no other, with the intricate coral designs and delicate water sculptures. It’s a stark contrast to the more modest lifestyle you grew up in. But that’s part of the charm, isn’t it? Stealing from the rich, from those who hardly feel the loss, and bringing a little bit of that splendor back to your own life.
It’s been quite some time since you scratched that itch. You notice the glint of a finely crafted trident on display, its surface shimmering with a light that seems almost ethereal. That would fetch a high price from some more… degenerate folk, but more than that, it would be a trophy, a testament to your skills and daring. The thought makes your heart race faster, your fingers itching to reach out and claim it.
But you can’t afford to be reckless. The Zora guards are vigilant, their keen eyes always on the lookout for intruders. You need to be smart, to blend in and bide your time until the perfect moment presents itself.
As you move through the hall, you catch sight of Prince Sidon himself. He’s tall, imposing, and radiates an air of authority that’s hard to ignore. Yet, there’s a kindness in his eyes, a warmth that makes you hesitate for just a moment. You shake off the feeling. You can’t afford to get distracted now.
With a deep breath, you slip into the shadows, your mind focused on the task at hand. Every step is calculated, every movement precise. You’ve done this a hundred times before, and you know you can do it again.
As you make your way closer to the trident, you hear footsteps approaching. You press yourself against the wall, your heart pounding in your chest. The guards pass by, oblivious to your presence. You let out a silent sigh of relief and continue on.
Finally, you’re there. The trident is within reach, its beauty almost mesmerizing. You reach out, your fingers just inches away when a voice stops you in your tracks.
“I would kindly ask that you don’t, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Your heart leaps into your throat as you turn to face the source of the voice. There, standing with an air of calm authority, is Prince Sidon. His presence is even more imposing up close, but it’s the gentle firmness in his eyes that truly holds you in place.
For a moment, you consider bolting, but something in his gaze makes you pause. It’s not anger or hostility; it’s understanding, maybe even compassion. “My prince,” you hum, a false air of calm masking the panic racing through your veins. “I assure you, I meant no harm. Simply admiring the craftsmanship of this exquisite piece.”
Prince Sidon raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but not hostile. “Admiration does not typically involve reaching out to take something that doesn’t belong to you.”
You smile, a touch of charm in your expression. “You’re right, of course. Forgive me, it’s a terrible habit of mine, getting too close to things that catch my interest.” You take a careful step back, hands splayed to your sides. “I only wonder why the wealthy take to much care to display their prized jewels so much.”
Prince Sidon regards you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, his sharp eyes never leaving yours. "The trident is not just a prized jewel," he says calmly. "It is a symbol of our heritage and a beacon of hope for the Zora people. It belonged… to my dear sister, Mipha.”
Ah, the champion of the Zora said to have fell in battle 100 years ago. “It belongs here, in Zora's Domain, where it can inspire and protect,” he declares.
Prince Sidon's words hang in the air, and you find yourself caught between the desire and understanding. The trident isn't just a valuable artifact; it's a piece of his heart, a remnant of his sister's legacy. For a moment, your resolve wavers, and you feel a pang of guilt.
“My apologies, my prince.” It is sincere.
Prince Sidon's expression softens slightly at your sincere apology, but his guard remains up. "I appreciate your understanding," he says. "However, I'm afraid I cannot overlook this incident."
“Well, I’m afraid I can’t exactly stay and chat about my transgressions,” you reply with a half-smile, trying to mask the anxiety in your voice. “I would hate for your hospitality to be marred by my presence.”
You’ve been inching closer and closer to the window ever since the handsome Zora entered the room. Prince Sidon's gaze follows you with a mix of concern and resolve. “You don’t need to make a hasty exit,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “I’m not here to pass judgment hastily. I only wish to understand your intentions and perhaps offer you a chance to explain yourself.”
You pause by the window, the moonlight casting a soft glow on your face. The cool night air filters in, a welcome contrast to the tense atmosphere inside. You weigh your options quickly. Run away, and face no consequence, or stay, and chat with the very attractive prince?
Yeah, you’ll take the first option.
“Sorry, hun, but I’m not one to stick around.” And with that, you allow yourself to fall out of the window and out of sight. Sidon races to the opening and looks over the edge, but you’re nowhere to be seen.
Here’s hoping to never seeing him again.
You stare at Link in barely concealed disbelief. “You want to see me suffer.”
“ Zelda wants to see you succeed,” Link corrects with a wry smile. His fingers move in tandem. You need to be a normal functioning member of society, and to do that you need to be civil and not steal things from people, he emphasizes with a pointed look.
“But I didn’t even steal it,” you whine, referring to the trident. Zelda knew just by looking at you that you had gotten up to no good, and refused to leave you alone until you confessed. You give Link a look of frustration, hoping that your silent plea might convince him to relent. But he’s unwavering, his gaze steady and expectant.
You huff, taking your pack and heaving it over your shoulder. As per Zelda’s request, you and Link will set out to Zora’s Domain, a little bit of royal business and a little bit of “community service” on your part.
As you approach the grand gates of Zora’s Domain, the grandeur of the place takes your breath away once more. It’s all so… shiny . And shiny things have always attracted you. The guards at the entrance recognize Link immediately and allow you both to pass without question. You feel a pang of discomfort as you cross the threshold.
“Link, my dear friend!” you hear, and you immediately recognize the voice. Shimmering red floods your vision as the very prince that’s plagued your thoughts approaches. His arms are out as he wears his grin well. “It’s good to see you!”
Link smiles and waves at him, but Sidon pays his bland greeting no mind and gives Link a generous hug, lifting him off the ground. You shift uncomfortably beside Link, trying to stay out of the way while Sidon’s exuberant greeting continues. The prince’s gaze shifts to you, and you almost laugh at the way his eyes widen.
You raise a hand. “Yo.”
“Link,” Sidon blinks, “ you… do know who you are with right now?”
You snort. “Nice to see you again.”
This is [Name], Link signs. She’s here per Zelda’s request.
You sigh and walk up to Sidon, patting his arm, feeling his muscle briefly. “I’m reformed,” you grin.
She helped me get back an heirloom of the Gerudo. Since then, most of her crimes have been pardoned, and she’s been working to give back to the community. Link explains as he’s finally let down, and the knight turns to you. And you were reformed, until you tried to steal again.
At first, you weren’t too keen on helping anyone but yourself and your family. Wasn’t your problem, but then you got thinking. The Lightning Helm is a precious heirloom to the Gerudo, and you’ve been inside Gerudo Town a couple of times (never to steal, those women scare you). Vain as it may be (it is) you requested that you receive a Radiant Shield in exchange for your help. That jeweled treasure now sits on your back.
Prince Sidon’s gaze remains fixed on you, a mixture of curiosity and cautious optimism in his eyes. His initial surprise seems to be giving way to a guarded interest. “You’re the one who returned the Lightning Helm?” Sidon’s tone reflects a hint of admiration now, though he’s still processing the situation. “That’s quite impressive.”
You shrug casually, trying to play off the compliment. “Just a matter of finding the right opportunity, and the right incentive,” you say, patting the Radiant Shield on your back. “And a little persuasion never hurt anyone.”
She’s very sorry for trying to steal the trident, Link signs.
“I’m very sorry for trying to steal the trident,” you nod, half in jest, half serious.
She’ll help in any way she can as atonement. You grumble under your breath at the notion, but you reap what you sow.
Sidon nods. “Very well. We’ve had some recent issues with a horde of Octoroks disrupting our fishing operations. It’s affecting our community, and we could use some help in investigating and addressing the situation.”
Zora’s Domain, as you’ve come to find out, is very humid. It’s almost stifling, a constant reminder of how different this place is from your usual haunts. The air is thick with moisture, clinging to your skin and making every movement feel just a bit heavier. Still, your complaints will not be appreciated, so you keep them to yourself as carry in large boxes of shipment in.
Your hands are already sore from carrying the heavy boxes, but you focus on the task at hand. You cringe at the dryness and blisters you’ll probably find in your hands later. The sun is setting over Zora’s Domain, casting an ethereal glow over the shimmering coral structures and tranquil waters. Every now and then, you catch glimpses of Prince Sidon overseeing things, ever the vigilant prince of his people.
Link waves for your attention. “You’re doing good,” he says softly. He’s been helping out alongside you, a silent partner in your atonement. It’s nice to know you’re not the only one in this.
“Just doing what I can,” you reply, wiping sweat from your brow. “I didn’t expect the humidity to be this intense, though. Feels like I’m swimming through the air.” You shudder at the sweat clinging to the back of your neck. “I feel gross.”
Zora’s Domain does have a way of making you feel like part of the water. You’ll get used to it, he nods sagely.
“Here’s hoping,” you mutter, struggling with another heavy box.
Later, when the sun has long passed the horizon, you’re making your way back to your quarters, a gleam catches your eye. You pause, squinting in the dim light, as you spot a glimmering object partially hidden among some rocks near the edge of the water. The way it catches the moonlight reminds you of a precious gem, and your curiosity gets the better of you.
As you get closer, you realize it’s an old, tarnished box. The once-bright metal is dulled by time and neglect. You kneel beside it, brushing away some dirt and algae. The box seems ancient, and the craftsmanship is intricate.
You carefully open the old box, the hinges creaking softly as you lift the lid. Inside, nestled in a bed of faded velvet, lies an assortment of trinkets and curiosities. Among the items are a few old rings, a weathered journal, and a few delicate trinkets that might once have been quite valuable. The most intriguing piece, however, is a small, ornate pendant with a shimmering blue stone.
You carefully lift the pendant from its resting place, examining it in the moonlight. The blue stone catches the light in a mesmerizing way, almost like it has its own inner glow. It’s an exquisite piece, seemingly out of place among the other trinkets.
…Technically this isn’t stealing, is it? You just… found it. All on its lonesome by the shore. Of course it once belonged to someone, but these items are old, and probably long forgotten. You tug your lip between your teeth, pondering.
As you continue to examine the pendant, a voice startles you. “Found something interesting, I see?”
You glance up to see Prince Sidon standing a few paces away, his imposing figure softened by the moonlight. His tone is light, almost playful, but there’s a glint of curiosity in his eyes.
You glance back and forth between him and the box in your hands, noticing the way he eyes it too. “Believe it not, I really did just find this on the shore.” You hold out the items. “See? They’re all old. They’ve probably been moving in the waters for a long time.”
Prince Sidon steps closer, his gaze fixed on the box and its contents. His curiosity is evident, but there's also a hint of skepticism. "You have a knack for finding interesting things, it seems," he remarks, his eyes lingering on the pendant. "That piece is quite beautiful."
Sidon’s eyes narrow slightly as he inspects the pendant more closely. “The design… it’s familiar,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “This pendant resembles some ancient Zora craftsmanship, though it’s not one I recognize immediately. It could be a relic of our past.”
You frown, suddenly aware of the gravity of what you’ve found. “Really?” Does that mean you have to give it back? Bummer. “Ancient as in, long ago even for a Zora, right?”
Sidon gently takes the pendant from your hands, examining the gem held in it. Prince Sidon holds the pendant up to the moonlight, the stone casting a soft blue glow. His expression shifts from curiosity to one of deep contemplation. He nods, humming, “Yes, quite. This design is more on the simpler side of things.”
“So, I can’t keep it?” you can’t help but ask.
Sidon averts his gaze to you as you poutily finger through the rest of the box. Your eyebrows raise as you spot something. “Oh, hang on.” You hold up a ring, its engraving similar to that of the pendant. “I think this is a matching ring, or something? It’s got the same gem and everything.”
Prince Sidon’s gaze shifts from the pendant to the ring in your hand, his eyes widening slightly. His own comes up to gently grasp yours, turning it this way and that study the ring. “Yes, that does seem to match,” he says, taking a closer look.
Your brain stops working at his proximity, but you shake your head and focus. “How about this? I trade you the ring for this–” you grab the pendant from his hands, replacing it with the ring, “–your guys study that, and I get to keep this.” You’re already clasping the pendant around your neck. “Sound fair?”
Prince Sidon’s gaze lingers on the ring you offer, and then shifts to the pendant now clasped around your neck. He examines your proposal with a thoughtful expression, clearly weighing the offer.
“They’re obviously from the same set, right? Everything you can figure out from the pendant you can figure out from the ring.” You're mostly talking out of your ass, but that’s your specialty. You sigh at his hesitancy. “If it comes down to it, I’ll give it back. But unless this thing is going in a museum I want it back!”
Prince Sidon’s gaze remains thoughtful as he considers your proposal. The moonlight reflects off the pendant around your neck, casting a soft glow that seems to enhance the item’s allure. His pupils seem to dilate as he gazes upon it. The moment feels tense, and you can almost see the gears turning in his mind.
“You make a convincing argument,” he hums.
“I have a way with words. I kind of have to.”
Prince Sidon’s lips curl into a slight smile. “Very well. I’ll accept your proposal.”
You grin. “It’s been a pleasure, my prince.” You hand Sidon the box with the rest of the trinkets in it, not having any interest for it, and head back to your room to catch some rest. As you walk back to your quarters, the pendant feels warm against your chest, a reminder of your little victory.
The following days blur together in a routine of hard work and moments of unexpected community. The Zora people, initially wary of you, gradually warm up as they see your efforts to help. Your tasks vary, from assisting in the market to helping with maintenance and repairs around the Domain. You learn a great deal about Zora culture, their history, and their ways of life.
Many of the female Zora compliment your new accessory. They marvel at its beauty and craftsmanship, asking where you got it from. You just shrug and tell them you found it one day.
After a particularly sweaty day of work, you find yourself relaxing in one of the many pools around the Domain. The cool water soothes your skin. You sigh and lean your head back, closing your eyes in relaxation. the sound of gently flowing water surrounds you, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
The tranquility of the moment is interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. You lazily open one eye to see Prince Sidon walking towards you, a neutral expression on his face. “I hope you’re finding the Domain to your liking,” he says, his tone light and conversational.
“It’s definitely grown on me,” you reply, not bothering to move from your relaxed position. “The humidity is still a pain, though.”
He hums, coming to sit next to you. His eyes find the pendant, staring at the way it dips between your breasts. “Our historians have… theories. On the meaning of the ring.” You can’t help but feel a bit self-conscious under his scrutiny. You shift slightly, adjusting the pendant, noticing the way his eyes follow the movement.
You raise a brow. “Do tell.”
His hand slowly reaches out, gently taking the gem between his fingers. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he examines the pendant. His pupils dilate again.
“Nothing important. Just some personal jewelry,” he says after a moment. You’re not quite sure you believe him, but you decide not to press the issue.
“Then there’s no need to put it on display, huh?” you chuckle. “Good for me, then.” There’s something about the way he’s looking at you, a mixture of curiosity and something else you can’t quite place.
Prince Sidon’s expression softens as he releases the pendant, his hand lingering for just a moment before pulling away. “Yes, good for you.” His voice is low, almost a whisper.
You clear your throat, breaking the tension. “So, what’s next on the agenda? More heavy lifting, or do I get a break?” You smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Sidon chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I think you’ve earned a break. But if you’re looking for something to do, there’s always more to explore in Zora’s Domain. Perhaps you’d like a tour? There are parts of the Domain most visitors don’t get to see.” He seems almost hopeful, eyes eager.
A tour sounds intriguing, and you find yourself nodding before you can think it through. “Sure, why not? Lead the way, Prince Sidon.”
He stands, offering you a hand with a grin. You take it, feeling a jolt of electricity at the contact. As he guides you through the Domain, you’re struck by the beauty and intricacy of the place. Sidon shares stories and histories, his voice warm and engaging. You can’t help but be drawn to him, his presence calming and reassuring.
As the tour progresses, you find yourself in a secluded area of the Domain, a quiet garden with a small, tranquil pool. Sidon stops, turning to face you. “This is one of my favorite places,” he admits, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the water. “It’s a place of peace and reflection.”
You take in the serene beauty of the secluded garden, the gentle ripples of the small pool creating a calming effect. The lush greenery and the subtle glow of bioluminescent plants cast an enchanting light over the area, making it feel like a hidden oasis.
“This is beautiful,” you say, genuinely impressed. “I can see why it’s one of your favorite spots. It sure might be mine.”
Sidon’s eyes light up with a hint of pride. “Then you may come here as much as you’d like.”
With a little bit of teaching from Link, you think you’ve gotten the hang of fishing.
Link, the chaotic mess, prefers leaping and snatching them up with his hands, but you don’t, so he showed you how to carve small spears to throw at them. They work just fine, and you can do less work.
You’ve already acquired a good haul, but you still have some spears left, so a couple more won’t hurt. You’re crouched near the water’s edge, eyes focused on the shimmering surface as you try to spot any movement that might indicate the presence of fish. The evening sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the water. The tranquility of the moment is a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the Domain during the day.
That peace is broken by a giant figure leaping out of the water in front of you.
You gasp, grip tightening on your spears to jab it into the creature, but a firm hand stops you. Your hand is gently held as you stare into familiar golden eyes.
Your jaw falls open. “Sidon?”
He looks just as shocked as you, eyes flipping between yours and your tightly held spear. It is then you remember yourself, and drop it. “By the Goddess, Sidon, you scared the shit outta me!” you admonish. “What are you even doing?”
Sidon still holds your hand in his, failing to find the right words. “I–... I sincerely apologize for scaring you. It was not my intention.” He looks a little sad at the thought of scaring you, and you kind of feel bad.
“Aw, it’s okay big guy,” you coo, other hand coming up to pat his crest. Sidon’s head pushes up against it. “Seriously though, what are you doing here? I don’t imagine Zora’s swim in the same waters as their prey.”
Sidon’s expression softens as you pat his crest, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He releases your hand slowly, the warmth of his touch lingering. “I was… fishing.”
You blink. “Really? Me too.”
Sidon blinks up at you, so you gesture to the basket of fish to the side. “I was catching some for others too. Y’know, being a helpful and normal person.”
“I see,” rumbles Sidon. He looks back at you, eyes roaming up and down. “You are a good provider.”
You shrug. Sidon continues on, voice lighter and imploring for your attention. “I, too, am a good provider.”
“I’m sure you are, you’re a prince after all,” you smile kindly.
“I will prove it to you.”
You wave your hands. “I already believe you–”
Sidon sinks back into the water, cutting you off. You huff and rest your head on your hand, content to watch him. You’ve seen Sidon and other Zora swim before. They are all graceful and artistic in their ways, but Sidon… seems to be extra showy today. He performs flips and turns, all seeming to be part of a grand dance.
You can’t help but be mesmerized by Sidon’s performance in the water. His movements are fluid and powerful, a testament to his strength and agility. As he dives and twists, the setting sun’s light catches on the droplets of water, creating a sparkling effect that only enhances the beauty of his display.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Sidon surfaces, holding a large fish in his hands. He swims over to you, a triumphant smile on his face. “Is it to your satisfaction?”
Your laughter bubbles up before you can stop it, echoing across the water. "Very impressive, Sidon. It’ll be a good meal.”
Sidon beams at your praise, his smile wide and genuine. He places the fish in your basket, the catch even more impressive than any you’ve seen today. “I am glad to have impressed you,” he says, his tone warm and sincere.
You pick up the basket and make your way back to the Domain, Sidon on your heels. You look back at him. “I already think highly of you, Sidon. You didn’t need to do that.” When did he become just Sidon?”
Sidon’s pupils go big. “I am content to prove myself to you, my dear.” When did you become “my dear”?
The two of you make your way back to the Domain, the golden light of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the water and the surrounding landscape. Sidon seems to be lost in thought, his gaze occasionally flicking to the basket of fish. You can’t help but notice the way his demeanor has shifted, becoming more relaxed and at ease.
When you finally reach the entrance, you turn to face him. “Thank you for the fish, Sidon. It’s a wonderful catch, and I’m sure it will be appreciated.”
Sidon’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction. “It was my pleasure. I am glad you enjoyed the demonstration.” He pauses for a moment, his expression becoming more serious. “I… I wanted to ask if you would join me for a meal later. We could… share my catch.”
Your heart skips a beat at the invitation. It sounds like a lovely opportunity to spend time with Sidon, but there’s also something else in his tone that makes you feel warm inside. You nod, a smile forming on your lips. “I’d like that. I’ll see you later, then?”
Sidon’s smile returns, and he bows slightly. “I look forward to it. Until then.”
As he turns to leave, you head towards your quarters, feeling a mixture of anticipation and contentment. The day has been full of unexpected moments, and you can’t help but feel that there’s more to come.
Later that evening, you find yourself in a cozy dining area within the Domain. The table is set with simple yet elegant dishes, and the aroma of freshly cooked fish fills the air. Sidon is already there, waiting with a warm smile and a casual, relaxed demeanor.
As you sit down, he gestures to the dishes. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I hope you find the meal to your liking.”
You take a seat and serve yourself, the fish proving to be as delicious as it smelled. The conversation flows easily as you both share stories and experiences, and you find yourself growing more and more at ease with Sidon. A glint catches your eye, focusing your attention on the neck piece Sidon wears.
You raise a brow. “Did you clean your jewelry?”
Sidon’s eyes follow your gaze to the pendant he wears. His face splits into a satisfied grin. “No, it is a new piece. Quite eye-catching, yes?” The bastard is teasing you, but you can’t help being drawn to the allure of shiny things.
Sidon’s grin is playful, and he seems to take delight in your reaction to his new accessory. “It sure caught my eye,” you admit, fidgeting with your own pendant.
He picks up a juicy crab leg and holds it out to you. “Try this.”
You try to take it from his hand, but he gently bats it away. You spare a look at him, but all he offers is an innocent smile. You huff playful and humor him, letting him feed you. The tenderness of the meat and the rich flavor make your taste buds dance. You savor the bite, nodding in appreciation.
“It’s good,” you affirm, feeling a dribble of sauce slide down your chin. You lift a finger to wipe it away, but you’re beaten to it by a rough touch wiping it away for you. You stare, ensnared as his claw gently pads at your lip, lingering unnecessarily.
His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself momentarily speechless. His gaze is intense, and the proximity of his touch feels oddly intimate. His eyes search yours, as if trying to read what’s going on in your mind.
The moment stretches between you, a charged silence filling the space. You’re acutely aware of his presence, the closeness, and the way your pulse races.
Finally, Sidon withdraws his hand, his gaze softening as he smiles gently. “Thank you,” you manage to say, your voice a bit shaky as you break the spell. “You didn’t have to–”
Sidon’s expression softens, and he retracts his hand slowly, his gaze still holding yours. “I wanted to,” he says quietly, a genuine smile gracing his lips. “It’s not every day I get to share a meal with someone as special as you.”
The compliment catches you off guard, and you feel a flutter of emotion at his words. You smile back. “Well, I appreciate it,” you reply, trying to keep the tone light. “The meal is wonderful, and the company is even better.”
The conversation continues, but there’s an underlying current of intimacy between you. The evening feels enchanted, each moment spent in Sidon’s presence creating a stronger bond. He’s attentive and caring, making sure you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself.
Eventually, the conversation wanes, and the two of you sit in companionable silence, savoring the last of the meal. Sidon leans back, looking content and relaxed. “I’m glad you enjoyed the evening,” he says softly. “It’s been a pleasure to get to know you better.”
You nod, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words. “I’ve enjoyed it too, Sidon. Thank you for everything.”
He stands, offering you a hand. “May I accompany you back to your quarters?” he asks, his voice gentle. “It would be my honor.”
You take his hand, feeling the familiar jolt of electricity as he helps you up. “I’d like that,” you say, smiling.
When you reach your quarters, Sidon stops and turns to face you, his expression serious yet tender. “I hope tonight was as special for you as it was for me.”
You can’t shake the feeling that you’re missing something, so you’ll ignore it for now. You look up at him, feeling a surge of affection. “It definitely was, Sidon.”
Sidon gently takes your hand and lays a heart fluttering kiss upon it. The kiss lingers on your hand, his warm lips sending a flutter through your entire body. You feel a mix of exhilaration and nervousness as he releases your hand, his gaze never leaving yours. The intimate gesture is a clear declaration, and the softness in his eyes speaks volumes.
“Goodnight,” he says, his voice a low murmur. “I look forward to our next meeting.”
You nod, unable to suppress a shy smile. “Goodnight, Sidon.”
As he turns and walks away, you watch him go, feeling a sense of contentment mixed with anticipation for what’s to come.
Well, you’ve always enjoyed a thrill.
The next day, as you resume your activities around the Domain, you notice a subtle shift in how the Zora people interact with you. There’s a newfound warmth in their greetings, and a few even offer small tokens of appreciation for your hard work. It’s clear that your efforts are being recognized and valued, and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride.
Sidon makes it a point to interact with you as much as possible, and people are starting to notice. You get some side-glances from those of Sidon’s “fan club”, but you pay them no mind. You still find it hard to believe that someone like you could be something with someone like Sidon. Even so, the Domain feels more like home with each passing day.
You're helping with a community project near the main plaza, and you spot Sidon approaching with a more determined look than usual. His expression holds a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
“Good evening,” Sidon greets warmly, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. “How are you today?”
“Alright, thank you.” You flap the collar of your shirt to cool yourself. “What can I do for you, Sidon?”
He holds out a hand for you to take. “Please, come with me. I’d like to show you something.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the look on Sidon's face. Without hesitation, you take his hand, and he leads you away from the bustling plaza. His grip is firm yet gentle, and you can't help but feel a sense of excitement as you follow him through the winding paths of the Domain.
He keeps you close to him during your walk, his body language protective and attentive. Sidon’s pace is steady, and his demeanor is almost bubbling with enthusiasm. The air is cool and refreshing, and the setting sun casts a golden hue over the landscape, making everything seem even more magical. He guides you into a grand room, designed with splendor in mind, fitting for a prince.
Ah. A prince. Like Sidon.
…Is this Sidon’s room?
Your heart skips a beat as you realize where you are. The room is adorned with intricate carvings, beautiful tapestries, and delicate water features, all exuding an air of regal elegance. You can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur.
It’s alluring, and just to your liking.
Sidon glances at you from the corner of his eye, satisfied to have captured your attention. He leads you to a large, ornate chest against one wall. With a flourish, he opens it to reveal an assortment of items: delicate jewelry, fine clothing, and intricate artifacts. You gasp at the sight, clearly impressed.
“I’m supposed to be good, Sidon,” you gape, staring at all the luxury you’d love to wear.
Sidon’s smile widens, clearly pleased with your reaction. “You may take whatever you want.” And, fuck, if that doesn’t get you going.
He reaches into the chest and pulls out a stunning necklace. It is similar to the accessories he wears, but somehow it is even more showy. In its grasp is a large tooth, catching the light in a mesmerizing way. It’s even more exquisite than the jewelry he wore during dinner.
“This is for you,” Sidon says, holding the necklace out to you with a touch of shyness in his voice. “It holds… my tooth.”
You stare at the necklace Sidon is offering, its beauty leaving you momentarily speechless. “I... I don’t know what to say,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. Surely, this doesn’t mean what you think it means?
Sidon’s eyes are warm and earnest as he watches you. “It’s a gift, to show my appreciation for everything you’ve done. I thought you might like it.”
Oh, okay, so it’s probably not what you’re thinking. Still, disappointment pools in your gut. He steps closer, gently placing the necklace around your neck. His fingers brush against your skin as he fastens it, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m glad you like it,” he says softly. “It suits you.”
As he adjusts the necklace, you catch a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror. The necklace compliments your pendant, and perfect match, and you feel a sense of elegance and grace that you haven’t experienced before.
“It’s stunning,” you say, turning back to Sidon with a grateful smile. “Thank you–”
There’s a glow that catches your eye. It’s almost enchanting, designed to catch your eye and reel you in. Sidon. He’s glowing . The spots that adorn his crest and his blue and yellow fins, are glowing, bioluminescent.
“Have–” you stutter, completely enraptured by the sight of him. “Have you always… glowed?”
Sidon chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yes, it’s a trait of our kind. The bioluminescence only calls for… certain situations.” He seems a bit bashful admitting this, his usual confident demeanor softened by a touch of vulnerability.
The soft glow emanating from Sidon’s body casts a gentle light around the room, making the already beautiful setting even more so. You find yourself drawn to him in a way that feels both new and familiar.
“It’s beautiful,” you say, your voice filled with genuine admiration. “You’re beautiful.”
Sidon’s blush deepens, the glow intensifying for a moment. He looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and affection. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “It means a lot coming from you.”
The moment feels intimate, the air charged with unspoken emotions. But as a thief, you’ve been known to run away.
“I… thank you for your gift, Sidon. I think I should get some rest now.” Your smile is one of false bravery.
Sidon’s expression flickers with disappointment, but he nods understandingly. “Of course, I understand. Rest well,” he says softly, stepping back to give you space. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You offer him a small, reassuring smile before turning to leave. The hallway outside feels cooler, the grandeur of Sidon’s room fading as you walk back to your quarters. The new necklace feels both heavy and comforting around your neck.
Sidon’s touch haunts you as you fall asleep.
You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar ring on his shoulder as he left.
“Yeah, he’s definitely courting you,” hums Link casually, munching on a fish.
It’s as if he is ignorant to the storm brewing inside of you. Perhaps you should’ve kept your turmoil to yourself, but Link is more knowledgeable on normal people things than you are. Even if only by a little.
Throughout the day, you’ve noticed Sidon watching you from a distance. His presence is comforting, and you find yourself stealing glances at him, your heart skipping a beat each time your eyes meet. There’s a newfound warmth in his gaze, a silent promise of something more.
You stare at Link, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. “You must be mistaken.”
You seriously didn’t notice? Link raises a brow.
You groan, covering your face with your hands. "I thought he was just being nice! Look at how he treats you!”
He doesn’t lavish me in jewelry or give me his tooth, he snorts.
“It’s not like I knew Zora courting rituals,” you groan. “So… what do I do?”
Link shrugs. Do you like him?
“I’m a thief, and he’s a prince.”
That’s not what I asked.
You bite your lip, thinking about all the moments you’ve shared with Sidon, the way he’s made you feel. “Fuck… I think so?”
Sidon’s a good guy, he’ll understand whatever you choose, Link advises. As his best friend, you have my blessing.
You snort, hitting him softly. You pause, thinking. “Zora courting’s all about showing off, right?” Link nods. “Okay. I think I have an idea.”
The secluded garden that Sidon showed you before is as beautiful as you remembered. The lush greenery embraces you as you shed your clothes and settle into the pool. The soft glow of the surrounding plants is all that provides light at this time of night.
You let yourself relax as the water touches your skin. It is neither too cold nor too warm. You let out a sigh of contentment, closing your eyes as you let the gentle ripples of the water soothe your tired muscles. The tranquility of the garden envelops you, and for a moment, you let yourself drift away from the turmoil's of your thoughts and emotions.
The serene ambiance is interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. You open your eyes to see Sidon emerging from the shadows. His gaze falls on you with a mixture of surprise and admiration.
“[Name], I didn’t expect to see you here,” Sidon says, his voice soft and soothing. He pauses at the edge of the pool, seemingly hesitant but clearly intrigued.
You look up at him with a playful smile. “We have much to talk about.”
Sidon’s eyes twinkle with amusement as he steps closer to the pool. “May I join you?”
You nod, gesturing for him to come in. With grace, Sidon enters the pool, his movements smooth and fluid. He swims towards you with a relaxed, yet purposeful stroke, his scales lighting up, his bioluminescence creating a stunning visual effect as he moves. As he approaches, the water around him shimmers with the light of his glow.
He settles in front of you, his presence adding to the already enchanting atmosphere. His eyes trail your figure barely concealed by the water’s surface. “You… tempt me.”
“You’re one to talk,” you huff, gesturing to him in all of his glowing glory. You stand, revealing your body as the water drips off of you.
Sidon’s eyes widen as he takes in your form, his bioluminescence seeming to intensify in response to your display. The way the bioluminescent plants reflect off your wet skin and the water creates a mesmerizing effect. His gaze lingers on you, and you can sense a shift in the air.
He swims closer, the water parting around him as he moves with the grace of a dancer. “You truly are enchanting,” he says, his voice low and earnest.
“You should’ve told me your intentions. I didn’t know you felt that way.” You pause. “You… do feel the same, right?”
“Of course,” he promises, hand coming up to clutch your necklaces. “You’ll never need to doubt that.”
You reach for his hand, taking in the ring on his finger. The very one you found in that box with the pendant you now wear.
“I was not truthful earlier,” he admits, voice breathy as he speaks. “This ring and your pendant, they were a part of an ancient courtship ritual.”
The gentle ripples in the pool seem to echo the rising tension between you and Sidon as he reveals the significance of the ring and pendant. The soft glow of your environment illuminates his face, highlighting the earnest expression in his eyes.
“The pair would craft the jewelry, one the pendant, and one the ring. Then, after they were certain of each other, they would exchange the items, signifying their status as newlyweds.”
You raise a brow. “Newlyweds.” You stop holding back, approaching him and entering his arms. They wrap around your waist, holding you up. Your hands land on his crest, inspecting his glowing spots. “So, we technically exchanged them, back then. Are we married now?”
His tail wags at having you so close. He closes his eyes and sighs into your chest. “It is ancient, dear. Not so valid in this age.”
“Unfortunate,” you mumble, taken by his scales. “So then, the other stuff?”
He hums. “Other stuff?”
“The fish, the tooth.”
“Showing you I am a good provider, a good match,” he states. His claws draw gentle patterns into your skin. “Giving you my shed tooth is one of many courtship gifts. To make jewelry out of one's own self is a sign of deep commitment and affection. I fully intend on having you.”
You sigh shakily at his words. “If you’ll have me, of course,” he shyly adds.
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t the case.”
“I certainly wasn’t expecting this from you.” He squeezes your naked body. “After last night, I thought I was too forward…”
“I was confused,” you whisper. “And scared. I didn’t believe that we could be a thing, but…” You rest your head on his. “I’m glad it’s true.”
You lean back, finally having had your fill of his glow. “Zora courting is all about being bold, no? Is this not bold enough for you?”
Sidon’s eyes twinkle with a mix of mischief and affection as he gazes at you. He buries his face into your neck, laughing softly.
“Then you accept? You’ll take me as yours?” His voice is filled with barely concealed glee.
You chuckle. “Yes, Sidon.”
Sidon’s laughter is light and melodious, resonating through the tranquil garden as he pulls you closer. His tail wiggles even more fiercely than before. The warmth of his body against yours is comforting, and you can feel the intensity of his affection in the way he holds you.
He shifts slightly, staring at you, and you understand. You lean in, pressing your lips to his in a long awaited kiss. His kiss is tender, filled with all the emotions he’s conveyed through his gestures and gifts. The world around you seems to melt away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours. The warmth of his affection surrounds you, and you can feel his heartbeat echoing in sync with your own.
Sidon deepens the kiss, his hands caressing your back with a reverent touch. You respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lose yourself in the moment.
When you finally pull away, breathless and with hearts racing, Sidon gazes at you with a mixture of love and contentment. His eyes are filled with profound happiness.
“You’ve made me the happiest Zora in all the Domain,” he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. “I am honored you have chosen me.” Sidon’s grin widens, and he gently pulls you back into his embrace. “I promise to cherish and honor you in every way I can. You are my heart, my everything.”
You rest your head against his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat and feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breaths. The tranquil garden, the glowing water, and the enchanting atmosphere all seem to conspire to create the perfect moment.
“That’s it then? We’re together now?” you ask, voice quiet in fear of breaking the atmosphere.
“Yes, dear,” he sighs, content. He then smirks mischievously, leaning back to look at you. “Of course, there are other ways of… sealing the deal.”
You smile at Sidon’s playful hint, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “And what might those be?” you ask, your voice carrying a hint of teasing curiosity.
Sidon’s grin widens. “I’d be delighted to show you,” he purrs, voice rich with promise. He lays you against the pool's edge and sinks underwater. You think back on how you started, never would you have thought you’d end up here. Though, you don’t think you’d change a thing.
His sinks lower, situating between your legs. And then–
And then you don’t think much at all.
notes: hope i wrapped that up well enough. its hard to remember all the points to mention when i yap so much LOL
