Shameless Paya Smut

														Her First Love

	Link was in town!? Why hadn’t she told me sooner? Paya thought as she fumed at her grandmother.
    “It’s late, my dear. I didn’t want to disturb you until morning.”
    Paya stamped her foot. Impa knew well that her duties maintaining the shrine kept her up for most of the evening. “W-where is h-he!?” Paya asked, trying to sound as angry as she could and failing miserably.
    “They’re at the inn. But the keeper’s already retired for the night. I’m not sure-” but her granddaughter had already left, practically stampeding across Kakariko’s deserted lawn. She didn’t even bother to register what her grandmother was trying to say.
    By the time she reached the steps of the inn, her impulsive rage had all but vanished. What was she doing here? How was she to present herself? Were they even still awake? Paya resolved that she was just there to bid them welcome. A single word, and she was back to her duties.
    A small light emanated from the nearby windows. The faint murmur of voices echoed from the cabin’s depths. Perhaps they were still awake. To be sure, Paya crept towards the window, held open only slightly by a pole, and peaked through. Her hand immediately flew up to stifle the squeal she couldn’t suppress. She ducked down, completely immobilized by what she had witnessed. Surely her eyes were deceiving her. She had only imagined it - Zelda’s exposed thigh, Link’s strong grip on her bottom, his head buried in the crook of her neck.
    Paya gulped. She should go away now. Go away and forget everything she saw. That’s what reason told her. Yet there was another part of her, a wild, insatiable part, that urged her to look again. This same part made her legs weak and produced a warmth inside her that was causing her nether regions to sweat.
    She had to look. There was no way to put it from her mind. Shakily, the young Sheikah rose from her knees. She placed a hand on the window sill to steady herself and, with the stealthiness instilled in her by her teachers, she peaked over the edge.
    It wasn’t her imagination at all. The only customers of the inn - Zelda lay on her bed with her gallant knight atop her. Her blue gown was hitched up, freeing her leg to arch itself around Link’s body. So milky and white were her thighs, the skin of a princess. Link’s hands hungrily grabbed at it, squeezing its way up her legs to her ample waist and butt. His lips pecked and licked the sides of her neck. Zelda’s head hung back, mouth slightly agape and breathless.
    “Link…” she breathed airlessly. “We mustn't…” As she said this her hands pulled Link further into her chest, and her leg pushed against his backside.
    Paya, too, was breathless, mouth agape, a sliver of saliva dangling from the corners of her lip. She licked it back up ashamedly but couldn’t look away. Her warmth and “sweat” had only grown, causing a dampness to form in her trousers. She reached a hand down to assess the severity only to illicit another muffled squeal from herself as her fingers grazed the sensitive area.
    This pleasure: she had experienced it herself in many quiet nights thinking of Link, imagining every aspect of his body and, dare she think it, imagining herself touching… him… It was too much for her, she could feel a gush spill onto her black tights. Her hand instinctively reached down to cup the entirety of her mound, but this only worsened it. Her liquid was spreading now, seeping down her legs and drenching her clothes. It took all her power to remain standing, to keep looking.
    Link was hungrily eating up any bit of exposed skin he could find. His hands greedily yanked at Zelda’s dress, searching for more and more cushion to grope. Zelda’s hands, too, busied themselves sneaking up Link’s shirt, feeling every divot of his muscles, tracing every line of his scars. Their mouths found each other’s and they kissed passionately for a minute. Paya licked her lips, imagining herself in Zelda’s stead, his lips pressed against hers.
    The lovers parted momentarily, begrudgingly, to assist each other with removing that outer layer of clothing. Link’s shirt was yanked from his head, revealing his chiseled physique. Paya squeezed her mound tighter. Yet more juices gushed from within. Link lifted Zelda’s skirt, careless of wrinkles, and with one powerful motion, pulled Zelda’s dress off. Paya looked away. Spying on Link was one thing, but daring to peak at the princess’ exposed form felt like a terrible crime. Still, it did not take long for her reason to again be snuffed out by that passionate beast within her. She returned to looking and had to restrain another gasp as she saw what Link was doing.
    No longer were the face and neck the focus of his attentions. His lips were kissing, licking, biting everywhere - her shoulders, her arms, the bits of chest peeking out of the glistening white gown she wore beneath her dress. The princess’ skin appeared to glow under Link’s assault as her body writhed with pleasure. Once satisfied, his head shot down, lapping at her feet, calves, thighs before pulling up her gown and revealing her equally incandescent undergarments.
    He paused for a moment, eyes looking up at Zelda. She returned his gaze, breathing heavily, lips glistening with his and her saliva. She gently nodded her acquiescence. Paya nodded slightly as well, as if urging them to continue. Link carefully and lovingly pulled down her panties. Zelda and Paya held their breath. As Link's head disappeared between Zelda's voluptuous thighs, Paya pressed her fingers through her pants between the folds of her slit. She was grateful for Zelda's high-pitched moan as she herself let out one simultaneously. Neither of them seemed to notice, and Link continued eating the princess out.
    Unable to see it herself, Paya continued to probe her own lips with her fingers, imagining they were Link’s own digits and tongues snaking their way inside her. Eventually, the barrier of the fabric became too cumbersome. She pulled the hem of her pants down just low enough to give her ease of access. She was initially shocked to find how soaked she was underneath and that a puddle of her own fluids had begun to pool beneath her, accenting her labored breaths with every “plop” of a new drop. Her reason was again overpowered, and her fingers desperately dug into her folds.
Zelda’s moans were growing louder. The princess bit into her fingers to muffle herself. Paya, too, was moaning into the hand that wasn’t pleasuring her, as she kept imagining it was Link doing the fingering. His tongue would tenderly lap at the flow, stopping occasionally to gaze up at her with round, blue, loving eyes. The thought alone made her squeal as she came again, unleashing another torrent onto the wooden porch.
	She gave her quivering body and shaking limbs a moment to recover before returning her gaze to the display. Another shout was barely repressed by her palm as she saw Link had shifted. His pants had been brought down enough to release his turgid member. Zelda stroked it wantingly, while keeping her eyes fixed on Link’s. Her expression was nothing but lust and desire for her knight’s love.
No, Paya wanted to cry out. No, that’s mine. But she dare not reveal that she had been spying or that she had been pleasuring herself to the sight of it. She repressed her protest and watched helplessly as Link was guided into Zelda’s vagina. Tears welled up in Paya’s eyes. She shoved several of her own fingers deep into her hole, wishing that they’d turn into his penis. Another orgasm shook her being as Link began thrusting into his lover.
Desperately trying to keep her buckled knees from collapsing completely, Paya matched each of Link’s thrusts with a thrust of her fingers. Both she and the princess were moaning into their hands at this point, hoping no one else could hear. Link’s pace had quickened now, and Paya was barely managing to keep up. Every insertion caused another flood of juices to pour from her gash. A near constant orgasm racked her body causing it to tremble with ecstasy. All the while, tears rained from her eyes. Tears of sadness for not being in Zelda’s place, for not receiving Link’s animalistic love. Tears of shame for not feeling happy that Link had found someone to share his love with. This mixture of feelings confused Paya as she was being accosted by these waves of pleasure.
Link was making his own noises now, grunting as he neared his peak. Zelda reached up and cupped his face lovingly. Her gentle voice spoke to him, urging him to let go, to release everything he was into her. Oh how Paya wished it were her, how she wanted to feel his warmth spread through her being, to be one with him, to get pregnant and eventually mother his child, to grow old and continue receiving his love until their dying breaths.
	Link, Zelda and Paya all moaned one last time in unison as Link came into his princess. Paya collapsed onto her chest, her drenched hind quarters stuck up in the air, still releasing the sporadic spurts of her waning orgasm. With sore muscles and a beleaguered mind, she pulled her pants on, sloshing in the puddle of her own cum and tears. She rose wearily, still very careful about minimizing her noise. Through the window she could see their two naked bodies, cuddled together in a loving embrace. A final tear escaped her bloodshot eyes. She wiped it away, defeated.
	Legs still shaking, she snuck back to her home, crept around back and climbed up to her second-story room. There she threw herself under the covers and wept, not caring about the frigid cold of her cum-drenched tights.