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There was, incidentally, a training room buried deep within the hotel and it had taken Zelda this long to find it. She usually liked to go out of doors as much as possible as she hated being confined but today she had sought out amusement within the hotel itself; doors were still something that were hit or miss and she hadn't felt like taking the risk today.

It looked nothing like a Hylian training room would look. The equipment was all impossibly modern and several contraptions were so complicated that Zelda did not have any desire to try to learn how to use them. What was of interest were several training dummies that looked remarkably like the ones used by the Hylian army to hone their sword and shield skills. This, she could work with - but not in a dress.

She returned to her room and changed into Sheikah training garb she'd worn all her years as Sheik but decided that she wanted to hone her physical skills in Zelda's body and not effect the change. Not today. It would cause too many questions and produce lies that she was unwilling to keep up for the moment. So much of her life had been trafficked in secrets and the hotel was the one place where Zelda wanted merely to be honest.

The fit was a bit tighter, considering, but Zelda had always been slender no matter which form she took. It would work for her purposes today and she stole back down to the gym to train. She had daggers tucked in her boots and launched an attack, daggers flying into the face of the two dummies to her left and right as she flung herself toward the center one to use fists and feet.

It had been a long, long time since she'd been able to use this particular set of skills.

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"Love," he breathed, blue eyes nearly black with the need and lust filling him near to overflowing, "ye've seen nothing yet."

His fingers still busy on her breasts, Erik found her lips again, teasing them open in a deep kiss before peeling his mouth away, Several open-mouthed kisses along her throat later, he began drifting lower. He cupped a single breast in the palm of one hand and brought it to his lips, drawing the peaked nipple deep into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth.

He had been more than truthful that she had not seen the breadth of his experience and Zelda gasped, arching a little to put her breast that much closer to his mouth. She did not know if she could trust herself to keep pure, not when he kissed her like this.

Content for now, Erik spent equal time on both breasts, moving his mouth from one to the other, then back to her mouth as his hands kneaded the soft flesh and fingertips plucked at her taut nipples. "Ye taste as delicious as I thought," he groaned against her ear. "How do ye feel?"

"Like I might catch fire," Zelda whispered. She felt like her cheeks and chest were burning bright red and she hoped that Erik didn't mind it.

"Is that how I am supposed to feel?"

Erik didn't mind in the slightest, far from it. In fact, he found the flush of her skin even more arousing than he would a serving wench's bawdy tongue whispering wickedness into his ear. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about his arousal, though; it was all about hers.

"Aye, lass, it is," he agreed, licking a path from earlobe to collarbone and back up again to whisper against her lips. A second before he took her mouth, his thigh worked between hers, pressing against her core. "Until ye explode for me."

"I want to burn for you," Zelda agreed. She was well on her way, if how she felt now was any indication and she hoped that it was as pleasurable for Erik as it was for her.

"I want to make you burn for me too."

"Ach," Erik groaned at the mental images that projected, and nothing they'd be exploring now. Much as he might want it, he wasn't about to force a virgin's hand to his throbbing cock. Not if he didn't want her runnin screaming from the room.

"We'll get t'that," he said instead, starting to kiss down along her throat, lowering slowly as he kissed down the valley between her breasts and swirled his tongue around her navel.

"Hopefully soon," Zelda said, smiling a little. "I love to learn new things and I think you have much to teach me in this art."

Zelda did not want to be a silent recipient. She wanted to participate fully in this particular dance.

"Later, love."

He couldn't think about that, not now, or he'd have her on her back with his cock buried inside her before she could blink. Instead, he focused on the soft cream of her belly, the feel of her hips in his hands, and the sweet smell of her arousal filling his nose. Down onto his knees before her now, he skimmed his hands down the outside of her thighs then back up the insides. His fingers paused just at the soft, blonde curls guarding her. "So beautiful."

"Even there?" It was an awkward place, Zelda thought, but she trusted that Erik knew better about these things than she did. She was untried and inexperienced.

"Aye, there," he agreed and slid a single finger between her legs. He didn't penetrate her, he simply stroked the swollen folds and swallowed a groan at how wet she was, how ready for him. "Everythin about ye is beautiful, Zelda. Taste, scent, the sounds ye make in pleasure. Sounds I'm wantin t'hear again."

Eyes on hers, he found the little nub hidden in the curls and rubbed against it with his thumb.

Zelda tipped her head back and whimpered a little. It felt entirely too good, what he was doing, and she could not help but make little wordless, whimpering sounds in response to his touches.

"I did not know it could feel this way."

"And it will feel better," Erik whispered against the soft skin of her lower belly, "I promise ye that."

A second later his mouth was too busy for talking, his tongue slipping along the path his finger had just stroked, flickering against the nub of nerves.

Zelda had never thought about someone using their mouth there in the most intimate of places and she whimpered and pushed her hips up, involuntarily wanting to get closer to the sensations that felt so good.

"Erik!"

When her hips moved, Erik knew that any uncertainty she had had been wiped away in favor of the lust and needs of her own body. He also knew that standing wasn't going to work for long as her knees would most likely grow weak under the sensations his mouth wrought. Without moving more than an inch away, he manouevered her backwards until she was sitting on the bed. His hands went to her knees and spread them wide.

"Yes, love," he responded on a low growl and picked up where he left off, "let go."

Zelda squeezed her eyes tight and tried to hold on as long as she could manage but that was not very long; Erik was simply too talented at this and once she went over the edge, there was no going back. She cried out softly and collapsed back against the bed, exhausted.

Erik took his time kissing up her body until his mouth found her shoulders. Once there, he pulled her up the rest of the way and cradled her in his arms, her back to his front with his hips back just enough to keep his cock from prodding at her until it had time to deflate - something that would possibly happen sometime in the next few days.

His lips searched for, and found the shell of her ear. "Are ye all right then lass?"

"More than," Zelda confirmed. "I am still a bit exhausted from all of that and I fear it will take me more than just a few moments to recover. I never realized I could feel that way, that something like that could happen to me."

Erik chuckled against her cheek, seeing the humor in it now that his body was starting to recover as well. "Take all the time ye need, lass."

"I might need eternity. You're talented," she murmured. "I would like to do this again once I have caught my breath and slowed my heart. Are you surprised by this at all?"

"Not surprised, no," Erik chuckled and pulled her closer into him, "but I won't be obliging ye. Not just yet. Ye'll be sore yet, luv."

"Sore? Hardly," Zelda scoffed. Nothing about what Erik had done had made her sore or hurt her at all so she did not seem to think that could be a result of this.

"It really is too bad I am not a common maiden. I would lie with you without fear of retribution. But, sadly, my purity is a coin yet unspent."

A sentiment his cock readily agreed with, but one he didn't give voice to. "Aye, lass, yer bound t'be sore, but not in any place yer accustomed t'feelin aches. Maybe tender's a bit more accurate than sore, but I won't be causin ye distress if I can help it."

"That would be because you like me," Zelda said smugly. "I presume this is a correct assumption, is it not?"

Zelda had never been truly comfortable with anyone before now. Being princess and meant to be queen someday meant she had few people she could call friend and not a lot of time to simply be herself. Without the burden of title, she could be more relaxed.

"Ye're very correct, m'lady," Erik intoned in a low voice against her cheek, following it with a soft kiss. "I like everythin about ye. Yer dedication t'yer land and yer people, yer fightin spirit, there's nothin about ye I don't like, I don't think."

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