A Prince's escapades.

"Should I be ashamed, as a prince of the Sora to be having such secret escapades? Life as a prince has become quite stressful. I'm beginning to get more involved with such mundane issues, half the time I just don't seem to understand why I have to be a part of it. I know one day I have to take over the throne but I never thought it would be give me this many headaches a day. I am lucky enough though that every once in a while a Hylian champion decides to stop by. Every time he shows up we can't help but make any excuse to run off together. From pretending to go on important missions to, showing the hero around the Sora land for the 200th time.

As much as I try to hold my excitement and keep levelheaded it all melts the second I see his face, his eyes... or the second I hear his voice. I try not making it too obvious but there are times the Sora around me see how I light up at his presence. I'm not sure if some of them have noticed yet but I can't help myself around the champion.... the Hylian who stole my sisters heart managed to steal mine too. Is it his smile? His kind nature towards me? Or was it perhaps the way he held my hand the second we were out of sight? Maybe it was a combination of it all and more. All I knew was that I've been completely and utterly addicted to him... everything about him. His lips, his kisses, his strength and his gentleness. I love his voice and the silly things he does.... the way he blushes whenever I admire his features out loud. Even now as we reach one of our many hiding spots, I find myself on my knees pulling him tight up to my body, my lips pressed so hard against his our teeth clash together. I'm even addicted to the scent my lungs catch as we strip each other... I can tell he's hard a long day's work.

As our clothes lay scattered in the grass we always find ourselves rolling around everywhere, our hands exploring each other's body as if it was our first time getting this intimate. Wherever we found privacy this was always the conclusion. Whether it was in a cave under water, a mass of water somewhere, down the river, or up the stream. In his house or in an abandoned shed. Anywhere was perfect for us as just as exciting as the last place. I admired how strong he was... because he was able to take me... all of me and everything I threw at him. My bites, my thrusts, my squeezes and sometimes unable to help myself my scratches. Every mark in his body was a place holder for a time we made love. We can always retell where this scar came from, when we made love, where we did it, and like the last time how amazing it was. Yeah we've had close encounters due to our lack of responsibility... the more often it happens the less we find ourselves caring... I wonder what the Sora think of me, not only for having relations with a Hylian champion but... the Hylian champion that my late sister fell helplessly in love with too.

I wonder if my father knows and has kept it to himself... he hasn't approached me about it . There were a handful of times that our escapades had to be quick, some Sora wound track us just in time for me and my champion to pull our clothes haphazardly back on each other. Next thing you know I would be standing next to my father panting, covered in sweat... and the musk of my champion on me. The scent of sex is.... unmistakable. I've seen my father look at me during the sudden meetings... and I could feel him questioning my sloppy appearance after meeting with the Hylian champion several times. As long as he doesn't bring it up then neither will I. Well, until next time... my Hylian~