Link stumbled upon Zelda's private moments. He watched her sensual movements as she imagined his touch. Her body pulsed with desire, yearning for him. Zelda began to tease herself, picturing Link's strong hands on her curves. She imagined giving him a passionate blowjob, her lips wrapped around him. The fantasy intensified, making her body tremble. Her hands wandered, touching herself as she dreamed of him. The thought of Link inside her consumed her every fiber. Zelda's imagination painted a vivid scene of their lovemaking. Her body ached for release, for his touch. The images in her mind grew more explicit. She knew she had to have him. Her arousal became undeniable. The princess reached her peak, a silent moan escaping her lips. Exhausted but satisfied, she slowly rose from the bath. The memory of her fantasy lingered, a promise of future encounters. She imagined Link walking in on her, his eyes full of passion. Their gazes would lock, and the unspoken desire would ignite. He would pull her close, their bodies finally meeting. Every touch would be electric. Their passion, a legend in the making. Zelda's dreams often blurred with reality.