I didn't mean to do it, honestly!

It all started when I checked my browser history. At the time, I was sharing a laptop with my boyfriend, James, and was going back over my history to find a recipe for maple pecan cookies from a few months back. I'm not much of a baker but those cookies were the bomb and I wanted to make them again.

I couldn’t remember the exact date I’d last made them, and so I took a virtual trip down memory lane. At first, it was all normal stuff—gaming forums, reddit, a YouTube playlist of Gamechops - Zelda & Chill, the kind of nerdy stuff I expected from us both. But then I saw it: a thread titled “The Hottest Princess Zelda Art Ranked.”

Hottest Zelda Art?

If you think for one second that I didn’t click that link then you’re crazy.

What I saw made me cringe and blush at the same time. Image after image of Zelda, but not the wholesome, warrior-princess vibe I loved from the games. These were hyper-sexualized versions—ridiculously tiny waists, massive breasts spilling out of tight bodices, and skirts so short they might as well not exist.

My first reaction was disgust. What the hell is he into? I thought. Cartoon porn? But the more I scrolled, the harder it was to look away. I started to notice how detailed the artwork was, the way it emphasized her curves, every suggestive pose bringing a little more heat to my cheeks.

Before I realized it, I was imagining myself in one of those outfits, my own huge tits pushed out to impossible proportions, my own smooth pussy peeking from beneath a Tricorce-emboldened skirt. Would James look at me the way he clearly looked at these drawings? Would his jaw drop? How would Princess Zelda get fucked?

Before I could stop it, my hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. I continued looking at the images, letting the fantasy take over, picturing James’s reaction to seeing me dressed as Zelda but with no panties. As I thought about it, my fingers found my lips, teasing myself as I pictured it. I wasn’t just Sarah anymore—I was Princess Zelda, standing before him in a too-tight corset, my bare, exposed thighs leading the way up to my shaven, puffy pussy.

“Link,” I whispered, testing the name on my tongue, as if I were speaking to him directly. It was silly, but it somehow made it hotter. I slid my fingers deeper, letting my breaths come out faster as the fantasy intensified. I imagined James moaning my name—no, not my name, Zelda—as I teased him, exposing more of myself with each movement. My hips bucked against my hand as I circled my fingers over my clit.

I continued to scroll the images as I played with myself, the images blurring together in a haze of fantasy. Zelda kneeling, her delicate hands bound with golden rope; Zelda perched on a throne, her legs spread just enough to show a hint of what lay beneath. Zelda, her mouth open, ready to receive her reward.

I bit my lip, the slick sound of my fingers echoing faintly in the quiet room as I imagined myself in those poses, gooning for Zelda, becoming Zelda, becoming someone’s fantasy. Would James hunger for me like those artists had envisioned? Would he beg for permission to touch me?

I swirled my fingers over my clit faster, the thought of James falling to his knees before me making my stomach tighten. In my mind, I was wearing the sluttiest version of the costume imaginable—my tits spilling out of a barely-there bodice, the short skirt offering only teasing glimpses of my dripping pussy.

“Link,” I whispered again, my own voice sounding foreign to me, low and needy. My body arched as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, my lips parting in a silent cry as the laptop screen blurred in front of me, my pussy convulsing as I came all over my fingers, my big tits rocking backward and forward on my chest. For a moment, I just lay there, dazed and flushed, my hand still between my legs.

In the afterglow I felt a little ashamed of what I’d done, but I soon came to the realization that if imagining it was this hot, actually doing it would be something else entirely.

With my fingers still wet from my pussy, I typed "Princess Zelda cosplay" into the search bar, hesitating for just a second before adding the word “sexy.” Pages of results appeared, and my cheeks flushed all over again as I scrolled through the options. Most were tame, cute even, but a few stood out.

I clicked on one that made my heart race, one I knew would accentuate my breasts and hips like in the fan art. My finger hovered over the "checkout" button as my mind raced. Would James even like this? Was I being ridiculous? The thought of him browsing those lewd Zelda drawings flashed in my mind, again, making my clench my still-naked pussy. The way he must have stared at those images, the way he probably stroked his cock as he fantasized about them…

A smile spread across my lips and I clicked the button: Buy It Now.

This was going to be fun.