Nature (Storm)

Rain. Why did it always have to rain? For the first time in six weeks, her father let her out of the castle, albeit to visit the Lanyaru spring under the pretense of much needed practice. Zelda knew she lacked her mother's magic. She could stand waist deep in freezing water till her noble posterior froze off, it wouldn't change anything. Now, if there just so happened to be a few guardians and ancient shrines along the way, why it would only be happy coincidence. What better place could there be to take a well deserved break and perhaps admire the architecture? Why, that nosy, good-for-nothing tag along of a knight, full of smug silence and natural talent with no clue of what real struggle with destiny actually looks like could even make himself useful. Surely there would be helpless forest animals for him to practice his sword swings on and an empty belly or two to feed. What could possibly go wrong?

Rain. Rain and a stupidly transparent ceremonial robe. Today was not a great day to wear bright blue breeches. It was perhaps an even worse day to neglect an undergarment for the royal twins. Both decisions had been made plain to see for any passer-by thanks to the sudden drenching of the storm roaring overhead. It didn't help that the useless dress required the full attention of both her hands if she should foolishly prefer to continue wearing the useless garment. Fully laden with moisture, the dress possessed every intention to slump off the princess's shoulders if she should neglect to grasp it firmly about the collar. Naturally, this tugged the wet fabric taught against her otherwise naked breasts. Of course, the mix of cold water and stimulation only **** her nipples to full attention, bravely pressing as firmly as possible against the thin, transparent fabric of their flimsy cage.

The hem of the garment, meanwhile seemed to have either grown confused or traitorous. It had resolved itself to wrapping about her legs in a soggy, tangled mess. Left to its own devices, the wadded fabric would only worsen the chaos, until at last the princess should find herself secured in a hobbling mess forbidding even a single step. Thus another hand was required to grasp the hem and bring the majority of the dress above the blushing blonde's shapely thigh.

In addition to revealing the silky, smooth legs of a royal matriarch, it **** the fabric to press tightly against Zelda's royal hindquarters. The brilliant blue of her undergarments not only brought the eye immediately towards her noble assets, but their curves and clinging nature accentuated her plump figure. Zelda was well aware of how well her normal attire hugged her curves, how nice her bum looked in sensible trousers. She could only image in mortified horror how well her buttocks must be defined in such an indecent predicament.

Such thoughts only worsened with the realization that Link must surely be on his way. Not even that idiot would try to hunt in the middle of a storm, besides....