Moving on, but 'personal space' is apparently not in Ruto's vocabulary.

“Come on, you've got to come for a swim with me!” Ruto shouted as she invaded the other girl's space yet again, sidling up next to her and slapping her nearest hand onto Zelda's left buttock, eliciting a shocked and breathless gasp from the Hylian girl, before using that leverage to push the blonde along with her. No-one was more surprised than Zelda when she went along without a single protest.

Why wasn't she protesting? Princess or not, Ruto would have been thrown in the dungeons by now if she'd tried half of what she'd done to Zelda if they'd been at Hyrule Castle. You couldn't even call what she was doing inappropriate, because inappropriate was when you used the wrong spoon at a state dinner. By comparison, sucking on another princess's nipples in front of your own subjects was so far past the line of inappropriate that you couldn't even see the word any more when you looked back.

But was that just her own cultural biases speaking? Grabbing someone's ass was probably a completely normal Zora thing, right? They didn't cover buttocks up like Hylians did, so touching it was probably not seen any different than shaking someone's hand to them. As an Ambassador she couldn't be seen as culturally insensitive by asking Ruto to stop something that was perfectly normal for... okay, even in her head she couldn't make that sound convincing. There was no hiding it from herself, as much as she wished she could. Ruto was fondling her ass in front of a dozen of her people, that surely wasn't normal even for the Zora, and Zelda wasn't doing a damned thing to stop it.

Why was she letting the Zora princess play with and grope her like this? She'd faced and fought against all sorts of dangers during her years as Sheik, so she knew that she certainly wasn't susceptible to freezing in shocking or surprising situations. Was it to avoid insulting her hosts by calling out their faux pas? It'd be nice if she could use that as an excuse, but bearing the Triforce of Wisdom meant that it could be quite hard to lie to herself.

No... Zelda couldn't hide from the feeling that she wasn't protesting or fighting Ruto simply because on some level she was enjoying everything that had happened so far.

All of her life, Zelda had been expected to live up to a certain distant image. As a young princess, she had dressed head to toe in formal garb, presenting the image of a demure, untouchable, fairy tale princess while leaving less skin visible than most nuns. As Sheik, she had concealed her entire body just as much, or even more, hiding any hint of her body that could give away her true identity to Ganondorf's minions. Finally, back to a princess again and now an adult, she had returned to a set of constricting clothes that still covered the vast majority of her body from view.

Her clothes had always acted like a shield. Or more exactly, like a barrier: shielding her skin from everyone's touch. In her mind, Zelda's all-concealing clothes had acted as a non-verbal reminder to everyone near her that as a princess she wasn't to be touched.

Just a few weeks ago, a palace guard had accidentally brushed her shoulder as he passed her at a corner in the castle's corridors. He spent the next ten minutes profusely apologising to her for daring to touch her person.

She could still remember that fleeting moment of warmth from the contact. Zelda was smart enough to know that she was probably more than a little touch starved. It was hardly surprising, considering the commotion that even the briefest and most accidental contacts could bring while she was with her own people.

Maybe she'd kept herself bottled up for too long that her subconscious jumped at the first chance to experience being unrestricted that she was given? Walking naked out of her room was not a rational act, after all. There's not a person in Hyrule Castle that wouldn't have rushed to cover her up if she'd tried this at home, even as they would have done their best to avert their gaze and avoid looking at her exposed offerings.

But it was different here. As embarrassing as it was to be stared at, it was also equally thrilling that her naked body was keeping the interest of a completely different species. Ruto's complete lack of care about Hylian protocol meant that Zelda now knew what it was like to be touched in ways that she could barely believe, let alone have dreamed of. Being appreciated on such a low, primal level was a novel experience for a woman who'd always been seen as the future leader of Hyrule or as the bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom, and never as a young woman who might enjoy even a tablespoon of intimacy.

Zelda had led a serious, danger-filled life. She'd never realised before now just how enjoyable the novel feeling of being able to let go and just feel was. Before she'd even hit puberty she'd been responsible for making decisions that affected her entire Kingdom, whether for good or bad. Responsibility after responsibility had been heaped on her narrow shoulders until it felt like she'd buckle under the weight. For once she was in a situation where she could legitimately not have to make the decisions and just go along with the flow – as long as she was in the Zora domain, Ruto outranked her role as an Ambassador after all.

So as mortifying as having her nipples sucked in front of an audience had been, it had also brought her feelings she'd never experienced before. There was a dozen ways that she'd been trained in that could have stopped Ruto from taking liberties with her. She could have broken Ruto's hold in seven different ways before the fish-girl's first finger had touched her ass. Having that power, and for once choosing to not use it had proven to be surprisingly easy. For the first time in Zelda's admittedly uptight life, she'd discovered that just letting go could be very freeing.

“I never knew you Hylians were so toned under that rough clothing stuff of yours,” Ruto noted as she appreciatively squeezed and massaged Zelda's left buttock with her fingers while they walked into the lake, the water slowly rising to their shins. “How do you even get an ass like this when you don't even spend your day swimming like we do? And how do you even wear anything without it slipping off, when your scales are so smooth? Wait, you guys call it skin instead, don't you?”

The Hylian princess bit her lip, her eyes darting around to confirm that the other Zora were all looking at their own princess molesting Zelda's ass. She had to wonder if any of the people present knew enough about her species to know the signs of just how turned on she was. She certainly couldn't pretend she wasn't - even a half-blind Hylian would have called her out on it by now. Her skin was flushed, her nipples had been hard since long before Ruto had sucked at one of them, her pussy was well on its way to becoming a slippery mess and she didn't need to look down to know that her clit was out and on display for all of the Zora to look at (and possibly puzzle over what is was for, depending on how similar their own female's anatomy was).

She probably looked completely wanton, walking along exposed and on display, going without complaint as Ruto squeezed and stroked her ass cheek.

As the Ambassador representing her noble kingdom, she should have stopped this. Set boundaries. Said no. But she couldn't form the words, not even the simplest syllable that could make this stop. She was too inexperienced with the sensations to fight against them. She didn't think she could get any more turned on than this moment.

Ruto paused, her nose twitching. “Do you smell fish? Wow, whatever kind it is, it smells delicious...” She paused for a moment, before looking down at Zelda's slowly leaking pussy. “Wait, is that you?”

Zelda bit back a moan as everyone there looked down at her damp slit. She'd been wrong. So very wrong. It was possible to be much more turned on than she'd been a few moments ago.

Ruto tilted her head as she considered the other woman. “Is this some weird Hylian custom where you keep a fish down inside there or something? Like when you keep those dead plants... flowers, I think they were called, in your hair? Not that I'm judging or anything, some of the customs my dad does as king probably look pretty stupid to non-Zora as well.”

Zelda, the highly intelligent and supernaturally gifted wielder of the goddess's embodiment of wisdom itself, couldn't manage anything verbal in response, only making a sound that could be best described as mewling when she tried. It probably didn't help that even while all of this was happening, Ruto had still kept absent-mindedly groping her ass.