In the dimly lit chamber, Zelda, the enchanting princess, finds herself alone and yearning. She tentatively touches herself, her fingers tracing the lace of her underwear, feeling the warmth and dampness that betrays her innocence. Her breath hitches as she slips her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers delving into her slick folds. She imagines the thick, throbbing cock she's heard whispers of, wishing it was filling her, stretching her. With a gasp, she brings herself to a shuddering climax, her body convulsing as she coats her fingers in her own juices.