The day had finally come. The box had been sitting under my bed for nearly a week, but tonight I was finally going to do it. James was due home in about thirty minutes, and I couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of his reaction.

I pulled the box out and carefully opened it, peeling back the tissue paper gently, like it held some sacred treasure. I’d opened it once before, of course, on the day it had first arrived, but seeing it again still made my heart race.

Setting the pieces out on the bed, I took a deep breath. Time to see if this crazy idea is as hot as I think it’ll be.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror and stared at my reflection. This wasn’t me. This was someone else—someone bold, untouchable, irresistible.

My long legs seemed endless, the slit of the skirt drawing the eye upward to the bare skin where it parted. My waist looked impossibly small, cinched perfectly by the golden sash, and my tits were practically begging to spill out of the tight top.

My cheeks flushed as I ran my hands down my sides, smoothing the fabric and tracing the curve of my hips. I lifted the hem of the skirt slightly, exposing more of my bare thigh to the mirror. Without panties, every shift and sway of the fabric sent a delicious little thrill through me.

“Your princess is ready, Link,” I whispered, my voice low and teasing. The words sent a shiver through me, even though no one else could hear them.

I struck a pose, arching my back to push my chest forward, letting one hand slide up to rest just above my breast while the other trailed down my hip. My mind raced as I imagined James walking in, his jaw dropping at the sight of me. Would his hands tremble as he reached for me? Would he groan my name—or better, whisper Zelda in that low, needy voice I loved so much?

I bit my lip, letting my fingers graze the bare skin of my thigh, dangerously close to slipping higher. The thought of him losing control, of him seeing me like this and not being able to hold back, made my pulse race.

I wasn’t just Sarah anymore. I was the royal heir of Hyrule.

And a slutty one at that.

Sliding the replica Master Sword into place at my hip made me feel sexy and powerful all at once. I closed my eyes for a moment, reveling in the heat and excitement building within me.

My heart raced as my mind wandered. I imagined James walking through the door, his eyes going wide, his mouth falling open. I could almost hear him groan my name—or maybe he’d call me Zelda, which made the fantasy even hotter. Would he drop everything and take me right there in the living room? Would he get on his knees like I’d imagined?

This wasn’t just going to blow his mind—I was going to make him bust a deku nut.

The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Sarah? You home?” James’s voice called out.

My stomach fluttered with nervous excitement. This is it. I adjusted the skirt one last time, pulling it up around my waist and positioned myself on the couch. I leaned back, draping one arm over the armrest while letting the other rest on my thigh.

I opened my legs and angled myself toward the door. I wanted the first thing he saw when he got back from work to be Princess Zelda’s spread pussy.

The door opened, and two sets of jaws dropped as James and his best friend, Pete, stepped into the living room.

Time slowed as the two of them turned toward me. Pete’s eyes widened in shock. James stopped too, his gaze locking onto me as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I was caught—completely and utterly caught, my tits practically hanging out of my costume, my shaven, moisturised lips on display.

Pussy spread and wet and ready to be fucked.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Jame’s opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His eyes traveled up and down my body, his expression a mix of shock, confusion, and obvious arousal. Pete, too, was drinking in my body, his eyes transfixed on my exaggerated proportions. It must have only been a few seconds, but it felt like eternity.

“James!” I finally yelped, scrambling to my feet. My heel caught on the edge of the rug, and I stumbled, nearly falling. “I—I didn’t know you were bringing Pete!” My hands flew to the hem of my skirt, tugging it down uselessly as I bolted toward the bedroom.

“Sarah, wait!” James called after me, but I slammed the door shut before he could follow.

As I did so, I heard Pete say under his breath. “Holy shit, dude. Your girlfriend has the most perfect pussy.”