Gonna have to be a bit smoother.

"Um... Link? Are you alright?"

The strapping swordsman in question turned to his side and cleared his throat hastily before replying, "Excuse me. I was riding a long time and ran out of water."

"Oh, it's quite alright Sir Link. There's a pitcher in the back, help yourself."

"Thank you." And with her leave Link approached the table in the corner laden with refreshments. He poured himself a cup of water and drained it appreciatively, feeling his throat unstick with relief. "I imagine your day was no less taxing than mine?" He inquired, words coming more easily.

Zelda sighed and sagged in her chair, her luscious tits jostling with each flounce. "Oh Link, it's an exercise in despair to try to come up with a battle plan for this situation. Ganondorf can pull entire fresh armies basically out of thin air, I don't have any tricks brilliant enough to counter an advantage like that!"

"Hey." Link set his cup down and moved to stand next to his princess. "We'll manage. Even Ganon's power has limits, an idea will come to you. We've beaten him before."

"Oh Link," Zelda turned in her seat and smiled up at him, unintentionally giving him a magnificent view down her bountiful cleavage, "Don't invest too much stock in those reincarnation myths. We're our own people, it's on us, not destiny, to determine how our stories end."

"I don't doubt our abilities." Link stated, impulsively placing a hand on Zelda's shoulder.

Zelda gasped at the sudden weight of his sturdy hand on her shoulder. She easily felt the warmth and strength of his grasp through the gauzy short sleeve of her dress.

"S-Sir Link," she stuttered, head swimming pleasantly. Her nipples pebbled and ached under her bodice, breasts heaving as her blood raced and breathing grew labored. Her entire lower body twitched with desire, a blazing coal of need coalescing inside her, just above her mound, where her Triforce had melded into her.

Link was consternated at the sudden loss of composure in the princess. Not entirely sure of what was happening but egged on by some nagging intuition, he slipped his (suddenly burning) left hand down and around to stroke the princess' back between the shoulder blades.

When he did that Zelda jerked in her seat, thrusting her ripe chest up and out as she gasped harshly, the tension in her abdomen suddenly exploding in a lance of heat as light filled her vision.