Zelda turned around and was both relieved and disappointed that Ruto had her back turned towards her.
“There is nothing unnatural about being pure,” said Zelda.
Ruto looked over her shoulder at Zelda and laughed. “Pure? History’s greatest atrocities come from so-called purity. Come on Zelda, why won’t you just admit it? Why do we have to go through this stupid dance every single time?”
“To… to prove to myself that I’m not a prisoner of my lust and that I’m not subject to your every whim.”
Ruto turned around, smiling. “Well now, a bit of honesty at last. That should be rewarded.”
With a few quick steps, Ruto was pressing her body against Zelda’s again, her arms wrapped around the Hylian princess, their lips firmly pressed against each other. Zelda could feel herself melting in Ruto’s embrace, could feel the fire coursing through her body as she eagerly accepted Ruto’s tongue into her mouth.
At that moment, Zelda knew the game was over. She was Ruto’s once again, but then again she’d always been Ruto’s ever since that moment so many years ago that Ruto suggested sneaking out of the castle and having some fun out in the field. Ruto had always come up with the good games and Zelda had always followed her. The only time Zelda had taken the initiative had been the day they first kissed.
Zelda whimpered with disappointment when Ruto let go of her completely.