Zelda can't get no satisfaction.

Before Zelda's trembling fingers could reach her needy slit, a webbed blue hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist.

“Come on, no time for standing around!” Ruto shouted as she rushed forward, pulling Zelda along with her and forcing the girl's hand away from her chance at self-satisfaction.

“Wha-!? Wait!” Zelda managed to futilely shout as she was dragged into deeper and deeper water. While Zelda was quite strong for her build, thanks to her years of living undercover as Sheik, she still didn't have a hope of pulling away from a determined Zora princess when they were already knee-deep in her element.

As Ruto reached a deep enough part of the lake to dive, Zelda had just enough time and presence of mind to take a deep breath before she was pulled down and under in the other princess's powerful wake.

Zelda's eyes widened as her sudden dunking slightly cooled her libido and her face darkened as she came to her senses. Had she really been about to finger fuck herself in front of Ruto and a dozen Zora? What kind of madness had overcome her!?

The blonde's mind puzzled over her debaucherous actions for a few seconds as she sliced through the water thanks to Ruto's impressive swimming speed, her mind going nowhere as she fluttered between arousal and guilt over her arousal. And then... Ruto let go.

Zelda glanced around. She was surrounded by water, surprisingly clear and well-lit by sunlight above and glowing moss below. All around her were Zora, swimming to and fro with a level of ease and agility that the princess knew she'd never equal while in the water.

Ahead of her, Ruto floated, the barest movements of her limbs keeping her from sinking as she beckoned Zelda with one hand, a cheeky grin on her face.

With no better idea of what to do, Zelda kicked her legs in a butterfly stroke as she started swimming towards the Zora princess. Zelda was quite proud of her swimming ability – it had been part of her Sheikah training and she'd practised it until she could hold her breath long enough to swim for several minutes underwater, in case she'd ever needed to escape Ganondorf's forces via hiding underwater or escaping across a river. She'd drilled her forms until her swimming stroke was sure, swift and elegant to any Hylian's eyes. But to Ruto, she probably looked like the water-based equivalent to a lumbering, drunk, three legged-cow as she swam through the water.

The embarrassment – and not the good kind – of knowing how ungainly she probably appeared to the Zora as she swam helped clear her mind a little of the haze of hormones she'd been marinating in over the past few minutes. But only a little.

As she swam, her eyes drank in the sights around her. Unlike the murky rivers she'd trained her swimming in, the Zora cavern was filled with the kind of crystal-clear water you'd expect from a system that was fed by various mountain streams. It was also surprisingly warm, likely kept that way by Zora magic.

Above her, below her, really in any random direction, she could see other Zora swimming about, looking at her as she did the best that a Hylian could do to gracefully move through the water. Any thought of guilt over her earlier actions sloughed away as she immersed herself in the simple pleasure of just swimming, feeling the water flow around her as she moved her limbs, moving forward without any more complex a goal in mind than to follow the Zora princess in front of her.

Every time she kicked her legs out and horizontally away from her to propel herself forward, she couldn't help but think of the view that all of the Zora swimming around behind her must be getting of her exposed pussy, before her swimming stroke completed the movement and temporarily closed her legs again, hiding away the view for a moment before she repeated it again in a constant cycle of teasing glimpses of her most private place.

Before today, swimming had been a mundane skill, a simple tool for survival when on the run. But now, as she twisted her body around through a three-sixty degree horizontal loop, her eyes catching the gaze of so many Zora in so many more directions than was possible while on land, she began to appreciate the erotic appeal of the naked ballet that was possible underwater. It was only when immersed in water that being so exposed could also feel as playful as this.

As the increasingly familiar feeling of arousal started to rise again in her body, her skin starting to feel like it was heating up underneath the gaze of all of the surrounding swimming Zora, Zelda finally allowed herself to properly think about how she'd almost just masturbated in front of a group of strangers. A group to whom she was _meant _to be representing her own people.

All right. So, obviously being naked in front of others was exciting for her. Extremely exciting. And thanks to spending her formative years on the run and disguised as a guy, she'd spent those hormone-filled years ruthlessly ignoring her own emotions in favour of duty and her determination to defeat Ganondorf, burying all of her baser urges deep down inside of her every time they tried to bubble up.

Today, for the first time in her adult life, she'd relaxed. Let herself go, shed her constraints and freely enjoyed the sensation of her naked liberation, shedding the responsibility of a nation from her bare body.

Maybe that's why she'd come so close to just openly masturbating in front of the Zora only a few short moments ago. As a person who'd tightly controlled her personality for so long, she'd never really allowed herself to just feel like this. She'd repressed herself for so long that, much like opening the gate on an overflowing dam, she'd been flooded and overwhelmed with the current of her emotions when she'd finally let go.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Ruto, obviously growing bored with the comparative snail's pace that Zelda was maintaining, decided to start swimming around the Hylian girl. With her inherent Zora agility in the water, her movements were fast and graceful as she literally swum circles around the blonde, before swimming ahead again to point Zelda in the right direction, and then swimming back and circling around again in a constant cycle of graceful motion.

Sometimes, just occasionally, Ruto would get close enough for her fins to brush gently against the blonde princess's bare skin. Each time was in a different place, each just barely long enough for Zelda to feel the sensation before it was gone. An arm, an ankle, across the side of her thigh near the swell of her buttocks, and even the briefest moment against one of her stiff nipples.

Zelda's eyes widened, her heart hammering in her chest as she realised that even with all of the training she’d done, holding your breath underwater became a hell of a lot harder when someone was making you want to gasp out loud.