Commissioner Reward - Among the Ruins (Patreon)

Since there have been about fifty different versions of Zelda and Link I decided not to go with anything specific for this story. I figure it can take place in pretty much any game to date that has them both as adults so I'd let the reader imagine their favorites lol

No matter how prosperous a kingdom was it was never without the bones of the civilizations that had come before. Hyrule was no exception to this rule and many of it's most famous ruins were crawling with creatures of darkness. Particularly after Ganon's reappearance. Once he was defeated the land would settle down and many of the monsters within would recede or be struck down by those looking to reclaim their haunts. In the depths of one such place Link and Zelda were busy exploring. Rumor had it the ancient, half buried city was home to the ghosts of the people caught in the calamity that sank it into the earth. In addition to whatever else might lurk within it's shadowy halls. Never one to shy away from such things Link had elected to venture out and clear the place for a group of historians eager to study it. Under the pretense of leaving the castle Zelda had come along as well. Her real reasons for visiting that particular location had far more to do with the legends she was hoping were real.

They reached the end of a long hallway and Link raised his torch high above his head. The familiar rattling of bones and scrape of rusted weapons greeted their entrance. From out of the shadows surrounding them emerged a trio of Stalfos. Dropping his torch Link drew his weapons and moved to intercept them before they could get closer. Zelda watched him deflect the first one's attack and backflip out of the way of another's. Confident he had everything in hand considering how much worse he'd faced mere weeks ago she darted towards another hallway perpendicular to theirs in the large chamber. Faster than she expected the sound of battle faded and Zelda was left alone with only her thoughts. The gentle ambiance of ruins, a far off plip of water falling against stone or the wind softly whistling through some crevasse, was oddly peaceful. So much so she didn't notice the temperature gradually lowering with every step deeper into the darkness.

Soon it was so black she was forced to keep a hand on the wall and one stretched out in front of her or risk walking headlong into some trap or hazard. Had she been able to see Zelda might've noticed her breath clouding out from her lips as her heart rate quickened. It was clear from the glyphs and patterns brushing against her fingers she was nearing the place spoken of in the journals she'd read. A constantly growing chill was certainly in line with what she'd read as well. Some distance down the winding hallway she finally shivered, not only from the cold but from a palpable sense that she was no longer alone. It might have frightened her if she hadn't been so well versed on that particular ruin. And so eager to test it's rumors out for herself. She continued walking but her pace slowed substantially as the sense of being watched increased. The hairs on the back of her neck started to rise and another, more visceral tremor arced down her spine. Whatever silent companion was with her now was close. Close enough for her to almost feel their touch . . .

The first surefire indication she'd found what she was looking for arrived when the ends of her flowing, golden tresses were suddenly shifted as if by a caressing hand. The sensation continued up her locks all the way to the back of her head where a sensation not unlike a person stroking her hair was felt. Zelda shivered at the unexpected feeling and turned around. It vanished the moment she did but another quickly replaced it. A similarly tender, personal touch upon one of her shoulders. Whatever was nearby squeezed her should as another, or perhaps the same, entity laid a 'hand' on her waist. The feeling was undeniably thrilling, so much so she didn't realize how intimate it all felt until yet another being joined in. Something wholly like a finger moved against the underside of her chin. She found her head being lifted towards the ceiling as though she was being asked to stare up at a giant. Nervously licking her lips and smiling Zelda went along with her invisible companion's whims. Whoever was doing it obviously had a plan in mind for her.

More ghostly hands joined the first three, each one finding a different spot on her body to rub and tenderly hold. Soon little of her slender form was left unattended. In face that only parts of her currently free of the unseen influence were her breasts, groin, butt, and some parts of her face. Yet the subtle pressure like several bodies pressed closely to her own masked that fact at first. Despite knowing she was 'alone' in the hallway it felt for all the world like she was in the center of a large crowd. And not only at it's center but also the main focal point for everything around her. Much of her regal attire had been wrinkled by the beings and it continued to crumple and smooth out at their exploration. Zelda was unable to shake the notion that her presence was some sort of fascinating experience for them. Like being able to touch her body was a foreign and thrilling concept. If she was right then her hidden companions weren't the only ones to savor the feeling. Goosebumps dotted every inch of her pale skin and it was growing harder to breath with every second she remained in place.

Shivers continued to wrack her body as several of different 'hands' finally started their inexorable drift towards the only places untouched. They all moved independently of one another as if belonging to several different entities. The first to find their mark was the one gingerly moving between her thighs. A firm, insistent pressure formed against the crest of her sex, slowly rubbing her sensitive body through her clothes with a deliberate skill. Zelda immediately whimpered at the feeling and reflexively tried to close her legs. Luckily the presence remained adamant and her attempts were met with an equal reaction. Unable to shy away more than a few inches due to the 'bodies' blocking her from behind any further resistance was gently stymied when two more 'hands' took hold of her wrists. She felt her arms rise above her head while the fingers probing at her nether regions slid further between her thighs. The hem of her dress was lifted higher and higher up her ankles as the being sought to rub and caress every inch of her now fully aroused slit.

Restrained as she was Zelda was left with only the choice to squirm and pant like a beast of burden while the rest of her body was given a similar treatment. The attention on her pussy never waned but it didn't continue to rise either. Apparently whatever was enjoying her wanted to make sure she felt everything they or it did. Her small, perky breasts were the second to feel that affection. Both were cupped at nearly the same time and groped with equal amounts of desire. Something akin to the tips of a thumb and forefinger instantly found her swollen nipples even through her bodice. Her stiffened areola were pinched, kneaded, and rolled between the hidden digits more dexterously than she would have thought. The same kind of attention, albeit with a far less focused bent, was given to her plump buttocks when a pair of 'hands' finally found them. Much like her tits Zelda's ass was groped and fondled with an enthusiasm that bordered on reverence. But without anything specific to pay attention to like her nipples the presence enjoying her backside instead chose to dip it's fingers between her buttocks to brush against the other hole sequestered within. As with the attention paid to her pussy the sensation of something rubbing against her asshole instantly made her tremble and moan.

Seemingly as eager as she was the ghosts of the ruin upped the ante even further mere moments after reaching that first peak. A soft breeze rustled the hem of her dress and if she'd been able to see Zelda might've watched her gown lift and stretch like a person was disappearing beneath it. That distortion occurred on both sides of her body and the only warning she had was a sudden, increase in pressure against the bare skin surrounding her underwear. Without preamble her panties were peeled off her quivering flesh and the sensations she'd been teased with were felt against her naked skin. But more than simple fingers rubbing against her slit and ass it felt as though a pair of tongues had joined the fun too. One slid up and down her moist lips in perfect tandem with the other swirling around her tightly clenched second hole. Only now was the skill of her mysterious lovers truly evident as pleasure flooded her senses faster and stronger than ever before. Zelda had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loudly and undoubtedly calling the attention of her lost guardian. Never in all the time she'd planned the excursion had she anticipated it going as well as it was. Or her body feeling as good as it did. The tongues darting across her holes felt so good it was hard for her to recall even the most basic things like her own name. Her decision to go without any sort of physical pleasure in the week leading up to the trip was coming back to bite her in the best way possible. Her pussy and ass had barely felt those invisible tongues for a minute before she was seeing stars.

“Oh!” 

That lone syllable was all she was able to produce before everything came crashing down at once. Her entire body went rigid as a wave of ecstasy hit her. The many hands playing with and pleasing her continued their ministrations unabated while she was assaulted from seemingly every angle by pure bliss. A flood of juices erupted out of her pussy, dripping around the ghostly fingers buried within to soak her panties and dress. Twin streams of milk squirted out of her nipples for the first time in her life as they were pinched and squeezed by the ghosts around her. And through it all her body remained locked in that paralyzed state for several intense, toe curling seconds. Only her ever quivering lips moved as a silent scream erupted from her mouth. Her eyes stared blankly up at the darkness while she struggled to comprehend just what was happening to her. But there was no way her fragmented mind could grasp anything but the swirling mass of pleasure radiating out from within. At some point the two appendages licking her slit and ass had found their way inside. They didn't remain long enough for her to really savor them but their presence had the intended effect all the same. She was no stranger to a powerful orgasm but being left completely at the whims of something she couldn't even see, let alone understand, had turned her on more than she realized.

In the dark, isolated hallway it was impossible to tell how long she was wracked by the strongest of the waves hitting her. She only knew that after what might've been seconds or hours her body finally gained some modicum of control over itself. Of course that simple meant her legs were finally allowed to shake and her hips were free to gyrate. Her fingers curled into fists and her arms strained weakly against the 'hands' still binding her. Every movement of the fingers and tongues in her pussy made her whole body grind and gyrate against the intruding digits and tongues. While her breasts heaved and pushed back against the ones touching them her ass rocked back and forth in an attempt to feel both sides of her pleasure at once. More and more she found success at whatever was savoring her body gave in the the frantic, wordless demands uttered by her shaking form. Towards the end of her climax she found herself once more immobilized, but not by her own doing. Rather it was the feeling of multiple 'bodies' keeping her in place so they might properly tease her ass and pussy that locked her down. She could only imagine the noises that might have filled the hall if she'd been with flesh and blood creatures. Without them the only sounds to echo out were her own labor breaths and the constant plip plop of juices gushing from her sex. Even as her orgasm inevitably continued to fade she was given more pleasure than she could handle by her ghostly lovers.

As if tied directly to that same waning carnal bliss the many hands and tongues dancing across her body seemed to fade away as well. Their departure was as gradual and subtle as their arrival, each one slipping away while the others continued their work. Zelda didn't realize it was happening at all until her wrists were suddenly free and falling down to her sides. Predictably the last to leave her body entirely were the ones assaulting her breasts, ass, and pussy. Each one continued to play with her supple body but the pressure softened with every passing second. The effect was as maddening as it was pleasurable. Feeling those sensations tapering off only made them stronger before they faded away completely. By the time the last one was quietly slipping away from her pussy Zelda was finding it nearly impossible to stand on her own. More than once her knees shook so violently with post orgasm excitement they actually knocked together. She slumped against the wall and fruitlessly tried to hold onto the feelings that had been there only moments before. Her own hands moved to her wet, trembling body parts as if to try and replace what had been lost. But there wasn't even enough strength in her to call out, let alone to masturbate.

Barely able to walk Zelda reappeared at Link's side just as he was starting to worry about where she'd gone, “I'm all right!” She reassured him, “I just got lost.”

He looked up and down her disheveled form with noticeable worry in his eyes. She patted him on the shoulder and kissed his cheek, a little smile flicking across her face. It was sweet of him to worry. She'd have to show him just how much she appreciated it when they returned to the castle. In the meantime her goals had been fulfilled but his were still very much unfinished. The tangible foes that remained would undoubtedly be along the main path through the ruins and mostly likely congregated around the large hallways that also happened to hold the knowledge her scholars wanted. They merely had to clear the path and the soldiers could take over the rest.

“Let's keep going,” She suggested, “After all, we aren't the only ones here!”