In the aftermath of another battle, Link, driven by primal instinct, corners Zelda, his eyes filled with untamed desire. He spins her around, pushing her against the rough bark, his hands possessive on her hips. He grinds his erection against her, a low growl escaping his lips. Zelda, her cheeks flushed, bites her lip, her body responding to his dominance. He slips a hand beneath her skirt, finding her wet and ready, his fingers plunging into her depths as he whispers filthy promises of the anal pleasure he intends to give her.