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Princess Zelda treaded water in her short white gown, bare feet gliding over the stones in The Spring of Power. She brushed her hands through the shimmering spring, the chill of the night air sending a flurry of goosebumps over her arms. The wind caught her short hair, blowing soft tendrils in her face. With a mischievous grin, she flopped backwards into the warm water. The breeze touched her skin and sent fresh shivers up and down her spine.
Perhaps I should have rethought a white gown…what if someone should see me? Oh goodness, oh I must not think about that. Besides, this is a hidden spring and few know it's location, even 10,000 years in the past. Rauru and Sonia said it was safe. I must relax.
Typically, she was within arm's reach of her swordsman. She had little in the way of privacy, she and Link even shared a house in Hateno Village. He kindly invited her into his living space (likely to fulfill his vow to her late father of keeping her safe) after Hyrule Castle had been decimated in the aftermath of the calamity. Ever the gentleman, he'd set up another bed with a curtain between their quarters. Part of her wished he was less of a hero and more of a…beast. But, he'd never so much as touched her arm without a command. There were no midnight kisses, no entwining of limbs beneath tangled sheets, not even a slight inclination he had ever even had an impure thought about her. Which could have been disappointing were it not for a new interest that captured Zelda’s attention in the weeks since arriving in the past. A dangerous, beastly, fire haired interest.
Ganondorf. Just the memory of his deep, seductive voice and smoldering gold eyes sets my blood on fire. If I had less self control I probably would have flung myself at him in the throne room in the handful of times I've spoken to him. I had entertained the thought of escaping to his quarters in the dead of night. Perhaps beg him to take me. I want to scream his name–oh, those muscles, that voice, how dangerously clever he is. I want him. I want him to desire me…perhaps I'd even stay in this time to be with him. Oh gods, what is wrong with me?! It's like I'm under a spell!
Zelda found her cheeks quite warm, the thought of Ganondorf pinning her against silk sheets and adding her to his sensual collection sent her heart aflutter and her core aching. With a soft moan, she realized she'd been fantasizing, a pale hand brushing over her breasts and gliding lower. How embarrassing, what if someone caught her? Her face flamed. Thank the gods she was alone. At least, she thought she was alone.
Unbeknownst to her, a shadow admired her from afar. Golden eyes studied the flush on Zelda's face, catching bits and pieces of the naughty thoughts in her mind. She desired him, did she? Well, that was a very pleasant surprise. Ganondorf had followed her to The Spring of Power intending to kidnap and enchant her to his side and use her to force Rauru's surrender. Now, though, that idea seemed vastly overkill. Judging by her thoughts, she would willingly come to him, and better yet, would allow him the solace of her body to do everything he had fantasized about in deep recesses of the night. In fact, he could easily name her his queen and make his own ascension to the throne much smoother.
Wouldn't that piss off the Zonai? Such a smug bastard, thinking he is the only one with godlike power. Does he realize how dangerous his pretty little "niece" actually is? They may have fooled the masses, but I know what she is. More importantly who she is–Hylia reborn. Such power dwells in her veins. I could harness her magic, combine it with mine. Yes, taking Zelda as my wife has so many advantages, not least of which is binding my blood to the throne. And wouldn't I love to hear this beautiful woman scream my name in the throes of passion? I bet she would look glorious, naked and writhing on my cock. Yes, yes I will seduce her. Make her mine. My Queen. This will be so simple. And with her, I'm certain to win.
Ganondorf grinned deviously before enacting his plan. This was going to be fun. He had never pursued and bedded a woman who desired him so passionately. He cleared his throat and emerged from the shadow of a pillar, chuckling as Zelda nearly shot out of her skin.
Zelda's face turned a deeper red and she became acutely aware of her jaw hanging open before slamming it shut. It was as though she had summoned him from her dark fantasies. Ganondorf stood before her, bathed in moonlight and ethereal fire, a knowing smirk on his face. He donned golden jewelry and black robes open to his waist, swirling tattoos etched into his bare skin. His crimson hair was pulled away from his face, falling over one broad shoulder. A strong jaw was covered with the same fire as his hair. He radiated powerful (if not deadly), masculine energy. Did he realize how he made her stomach clench and her breath quicken?
Oh gods, he looks like he's going to devour me. Uh, oh no! Get that thought out of your head, Zelda! How could you think such things with the object of your desire standing in front of you? Don't think of how you want to feel his skin on yours–his lips roaming every inch of your body…oh gods you're in far too deep.
"L–lord Ganondorf. Wh–what are you–doing here?" she stammered, shooting to her feet. Water dripped from her gown, hair, and skin.
Ganondorf’s golden gaze skimmed her body, his tongue unconsciously darting out over his lips. The wind drifted over her skin, sending new shivers dancing through the princess.
I do love a soaked woman in a white dress. So little left to the imagination. I see she left off her undergarments. I wonder if she's noticed I can see everything?
"You shouldn't be out here alone, Zelda. There are many predators in the wild," he rumbled, approaching her.
Zelda trembled and took a step back, legs bumping the stone platform of the goddess statue. "Are there? Rauru said this place was fairly safe."
Ganondorf took another step, cornering her between his body and the statue. "Ah, yes. He is ever the optimist. But there are dangerous creatures out at night. Things that would love to make you a midnight snack. Things that would love to corrupt a fair one like yourself. Things–that would leave you screaming–or writhing." Each undertone sent a new spark to her core.
Ganondorf’s fingers drifted up and over her shoulders, his face mere inches from hers. Her breath caught in her throat, cheeks scarlet to match his hair. Her arousal was evident in the thrum of her pulse, the way she quivered when he touched her bare skin, the way her lips parted in anticipation of his next move. All he would have to do is give her dress a yank...but, that would be too easy. Too direct. She wanted to be seduced and he was more than happy to oblige.
"Ganondorf, why are you here?" she whispered. Her large green eyes met his gold ones.
What game is he playing?!
"To keep you safe from scary monsters and–demons, of course. Unless, you'd rather I was here for another reason," he purred, lifting her chin. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip and felt her damp chest heave against him.
"Somehow, I think your intentions are less noble than that," she gasped, his unoccupied hand finding its way to her nipple and grazing it lightly. Heat flooded her core. A moan escaped the young woman before she could stop it.
Ganondorf chuckled. "I admit, my intentions are both protective and perverse. I have been hoping to speak with you privately about an–arrangement between you and me. But, seeing as you're so wet I could not stop myself from taking advantage of the situation. Forgive me, Zelda."
"An arrangement?" Zelda wasn't certain the voice that spoke actually belonged to her, it was breathy and high. She felt foggy, caught by the very predator that claimed to protect her.
Oh gods, his touch is like fire! I've never so deeply desired to be burned!
Ganondorf leaned yet closer, whispering in her pointed ear, "Be my queen. Let our blood become one. I think we are each other's destiny, don't you? You came to visit Hyrule at precisely the right time. Clearly the gods set this in motion, don't you agree?"
"I–I think so, yes. My dreams– something about breaking a cycle–preventing an upheaval. Do–do you think that means something between us?" She trembled against him as he pulled her close, brushing his mouth against her ear.
"I do," he purred. His trap was successful. He'd seen the future where he lost–this would alter that course of history. With Zelda as his queen, he would hold the throne and rule as a true king, even if his darkest desires lurked barely below the surface. All she had to do was say–
"Very well, I will marry you," she breathed, standing on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips. Time be damned, she wanted to stay in his embrace forever.
Ganondorf growled, his tongue slipping between her soft lips. Seeking more, Zelda jumped on him. He grabbed her thighs and bottom, hauling her up to wrap her legs around his waist, chuckling low. "Eager, Zelda? It seems perhaps you desire to consummate our union early."
Zelda threaded her fingers through his long red hair, grinding her hips against his, face flush with desire. "You've bewitched me, Ganondorf. From the first moment I saw you I felt drawn to you–wanted you. Silly, I know, but–"
Ganondorf pressed a finger to her lips, frowning. He held her to him with ease, one hand under her bottom. "Not silly. You're my destiny," he replied, capturing her mouth again.
This is too easy. She's so eager. And, if I'm honest, I want her just as badly as she wants me. She is so beautiful. I wonder, though, if I'll scare her? Is she innocent or is she hiding a secret between her thighs?
Zelda found herself being set on the platform of the goddess statue. Ganondorf shrugged off his upper robes, kneeling in front of her in the water.
What is he doing?
Gold eyes locked with green, his hand skimming over her thigh to slip between her legs. She gasped, slamming her knees together with his gentle touch. A wicked smile tugged the corner of his mouth.
"Relax, Zelda. I just want to touch you. And–taste you, if you'll let me? I promise, it will feel good," he replied, pushing her damp dress up over her hips and prying her knees apart. She blushed deeply again, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out over her skin. Her lower half was completely exposed and while she probably should have felt violated, the opposite proved true. Unbidden lust gripped her in a suffocating embrace. Even the thought of being caught by others seemed well worth the compromising position.
"If–if you want," she hissed, bucking against his agile fingers.
Ganondorf leaned close, his chest flush with hers. He ran his lips across her neck. She moaned, pressing her lower body against him desperately. He grinned, dipping his head, trailing his kisses lower to her collarbone and tops of her breasts before pulling her dress down just a bit. Zelda gasped when she felt his mouth on her breast, licking and gently biting her nipple. Sharp canines skimmed the pink bud, the hint of danger sending fresh heat to her core. She moaned loudly, head thrown back, nails digging into his scalp. He growled, the scratch of her nails on his skin arousing him more than he could have thought possible. His fingers once again crept between her legs. This time, she opened without hesitation.
Ganondorf released her nipple with a soft wet pop. Slowly, he pushed a thick finger inside her with no resistance. Her features contorted into pure bliss, mouth hanging opening, hips rolling to take his finger deeper. He raised an eyebrow.
Little minx. Perhaps I won't hurt her if she's already broken that barrier.
"You accept my fingers so easily, Zelda. Tell me, have your other lovers been gentle or do you prefer rough?" He purred into her pointed ear.
A bright red blush settled over her skin. "I haven't been with another man, Ganondorf. I broke my maidenhead with a marble phalus when I was younger…I was alone for so very long. I needed release–frequently," Zelda stammered.
She would never reveal Link had walked in on her one night and promptly turned around and walked right back out the door to allow her alone time. At that point, she imagined it was him pleasuring her. Now, though, she understood the plans of the gods. Link wouldn't have hurt her, even the first time. Ganondorf likely would–especially if she had never experimented.
"Well, that makes sense. I'm glad I get to be your first, Zelda," his voice was dark and full of erotic promises.
Ganondorf chuckled low, pushing another finger in while rubbing her with his thumb. She moaned loudly. When he felt her nearing her peak, he withdrew his touch.
Zelda whined in frustration before finding herself pulled forward on the stone platform, thighs spread further apart, feet dangling in the water. She watched him bend lower, his beard tickling her legs. He pressed kisses close to her core, teasing the sensitive skin but not quite giving her the pleasure she craved. She moaned again, pressing her center closer to his mouth. She knew this game, though she'd never experienced it firsthand, for she was well read in volumes of romance and was graced with a vivid imagination.
"Please," she whispered, tugging on his hair.
Ganondorf smirked against her skin, tongue dragging slowly along the crease of her thigh.
Ah, so she understands what I'm about to do. Well, I might not frighten her–too much. At least until I'm buried deep within her womb, fucking her until all she can do is scream. That might give her a bit of a jolt. Or…perhaps if I made her say what she desires? I do love the way she blushes.
"Please what? Tell me what you need, Zelda," he said, lightly biting her inner thigh.
Zelda's face flamed. Could she really voice what she desperately desired? Would she die of embarrassment?
Oh, he is wicked. He wants to hear me beg. Well…if it arouses him, which I suspect it might, I suppose I can tell him what I want. I am to be his wife, there will be no secrets between us in our bed. And, I'm certain he will give me the greatest pleasure I've ever felt. He seems to be a very skilled lover.
"I--I want to feel your tongue, please, Ganondorf," she breathed, running her fingers through his long hair. With a small smile, she opened her legs wider for him, her blonde curls damp with desire, the small pink bud exposed and begging to be sucked like a ripe peach.
Ganondorf shut his eyes briefly, her scent sending a shiver down his spine. He definitely did not think she would comply with his request, let alone arouse him further. He felt his own desire acutely, the blood rushing from his head to his lower body. Still, he forced his need down until she had reached her peak–a few times.
I want to fuck her so badly. But first, I'll leave her hoarse and begging for more. I want her gushing with desire by the time I'm inside her.
With a growl, Ganondorf pulled Zelda closer and lifted her hips, pushing her back so her shoulders bumped the feet of the stone statue. She sat, fully exposed to his hungry gaze. Gold eyes locked with hers when he finally dipped his head and ran his tongue over the pink bud of her desire. She moaned loudly, threading her fingers through his hair, hips bucking against his skilled mouth.
"Oh gods," she hissed, writhing in pure ecstasy.
She was honey on his tongue. Sweet, slightly bitter, and decidedly addictive on his lips. He devoured the offering as though she was his last meal, anchoring her tighter with every gasp. She thrashed in his grip, forcing her hips against his glorious mouth. He knew precisely how to send her over the edge, but also knew how to tease until she begged him for release. He slipped a finger back inside, and with every flick of his tongue, curled his finger to hit the spot that made color burst behind her eyes.
Zelda was gasping, moaning, and grinding herself against the dark man. She was close–so close. Teetering on the edge of oblivion, she felt her walls begin to flutter around his finger, squeezing in preparation of something much larger. With a shriek, Zelda's orgasm hit–her back arching as she rode the wave of bliss. Ganondorf drew out her release as long as he could, rejoicing in the noises she made only for him. Finally, he withdrew from between her thighs.
Zelda's chest heaved, her feet slipping back into the water. When she regained her bearings, she realized her scream may have alerted other people–or creatures– to their whereabouts. Weakly, she pulled her dress back down over her knees.
"We–we should probably get out of her. I don't want someone to find us. Not this time, anyway," she said, slightly grinning.
Ganondorf’s eyes darkened mischievously. "Does the thought of being watched thrill you?"
Zelda grew hot again. "Well, I was raised to show proof of a bedding–usually blood on white sheets but sometimes advisors were made to watch their leaders have sex–uh, just to prove the bedding was successful. I always figured that would be my fate."
Ganondorf smirked. "Well, they won't get the blood but we can certainly give them a show."
She looked thoughtful. "I think they would fall over dead if they just saw what you did. Besides, those customs aren't the customs–uh, here. Where I'm from, women are supposed to be entirely virginal before marriage. Here–it doesn't seem to be as much of an issue. At least, you don't seem to mind."
Ganondorf leaned forward and kissed her deeply. "I'm happy I won't have to be as gentle," he replied darkly.
Zelda’s breathing quickened again. He stood, pulling his robes back over his shoulders, and offered her his hand. She took it and was pulled tight against his muscular chest. A wave of red magic brought them to a huge tent outside the gates of Hyrule proper. A large, plush bed covered in fine silks and pillows of satin took up most of the space within the tent. Ganondorf raised his hand and instantly the tent was sealed in his magic–none could enter and no outsiders could hear what was going on inside. He thought it best to use a silencing bubble after Zelda's very vocal orgasm at the spring.
Ganondorf began shedding his clothes on his way over to the bed. Zelda hesitated briefly before unclasping the back of her dress and letting it slide down her body before pooling at her bare feet. Hips swaying, she made her way over to his side, sliding next to him on the gold silken sheets. This couldn't be real, she had to be in a very vivid fantasy, she thought. Here was the King of the Desert, naked in bed with her, eager to take the next step and seal their bodies together in the union of dark and light once and for all.
Ganondorf rolled to his side, allowing Zelda the first real look she'd had of his form. He was a dark god, she thought, chiseled from the mountain of fire. His long red hair, undone from its binding, flowed like a river down his back. He was heavily tattooed across smooth, bulging muscle. He did not have the soft body of a Hylian king, no, he was a deadly warrior with criss crossing scars decorating his tan skin. A blush settled across Zelda's cheeks once more as she realized just how big he was everywhere. It was a small mercy she had no maidenhead, but she still wondered if she would be left bleeding internally.
I don't care. I want him inside me.
Ganondorf studied her. Fully bare before him, Zelda's creamy skin beckoned for his mouth and wandering hands. She was far different than the Gerudo women and handful of Hyrulean whores he'd been with. She was petite in stature with soft, feminine curves–wide hips and large breasts. Short blonde hair was already damp with sweat and water from the spring. Soon, her pretty pink mouth would be screaming his name. The thought sent a thrill up his spine.
Zelda tentatively reached out, brushing her fingers along his chest and stomach, unsure of her next move. Ganondorf sensed her apprehension and took back the reins, pulling her beneath him on the golden sheets. Calloused fingers trailed from her ankle to her thigh, seeking out her heat. She moaned softly, opening her legs again to his primal intrusion.
Ganondorf lowered his head once more, taking a soft pink nipple in his mouth even as he rubbed the sensitive nerves now exposed beneath her lower lips. Immediately Zelda's hands twisted in the sheets, the dual sensation causing a lightning storm within her. She felt him lightly bite down before sucking harder and releasing one nipple for the other. His tongue swirled on the aching tip. Her arousal surged with every pass of his tongue and fingers.
Slowly he pushed a finger within her again. Zelda spread her thighs wider for him, relishing the stretching of her body. She keened to his touch, grinding her hips against his palm. Suddenly, his movements stopped. With a devious grin, he said, "I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you desire. Come for me."
Zelda was panting, her own slim fingers circling the bud of her ecstasy even as he resumed his shallow thrusts. Long lashes fluttered blissfully. She was pulled under by the wave of lust, her hips pressing upward, determined to drag him under with her. She locked eyes once more with Ganondorf before hers slammed shut as her orgasm again washed over her. She shuddered and wailed, writhing below him when he replaced her fingers with his mouth. Her back arched as he forced out her ecstasy, drawing out her orgasm to violent lengths. He was merciless, anchoring her against him so she could not escape his seductive wrath. Zelda shrieked until she was hoarse, only then did he release his grip on her.
Panting, trembling, and twitching, Zelda stared open mouthed at her lover. Ganondorf’s hair was as wild as hers in that moment, and a self satisfied smirk adorned his dark face.
“Forgive me, Zelda. I just had to have another taste,” he purred, running a finger around her navel before lowering his head and flicking his tongue into it.
Zelda shuddered again, her hands tugging at his red locks. She desperately wanted him inside her, pushing her body to lengths she'd only ever fantasized about.
“Tell me what you want, Zelda,” Ganondorf rumbled. He knelt between her thighs, running his large hands over her pale skin.
Forcing all of her courage to the surface, she responded. “I want you inside of me. Please?”
Ganondorf chuckled low, bringing her leg against his hip. “Then take what you want, my queen.”
Zelda's green eyes widened. She looked down, wrapping a hand around his shaft and guiding him to her entrance. He groaned, thrusting gently inside her heat. Her nails bit into his shoulders. She lifted her hips with his deep thrust and he was instantly buried to the hilt within her. Zelda cried out, pulling her knees closer to her chest so he sank yet deeper.
Oh gods, he's completely inside me yet still somehow not close enough. It's like he needs to devour my soul, my spirit, the essence of my being. I love him…oh gods, I love Ganondorf and have loved him for an eternity. As Hylia had loved Demise…he completes me.
Tears sparkled at the corners of her eyes. The dragon eating it's tail, the triquetra forever entwined. And somehow, she saw in his eyes that he, too, recognized it–and her. Forever in a power struggle, one that would finally end as they became one for the first time since Demise had his soul ripped out.
Hylia is finally mine. My queen, my bride, the only woman who could possibly handle me. My goddess. I could live within her heat. She knows. She knows what we are. She knows she's changed the course of Hyrule’s future just by opening her legs to me. I love her. I hate that I love her as much as I do. My demon cannot even fight this woman. No, instead I will claim her. Zelda is mine, forever.
A low growl reverberated in Ganondorf’s chest. He rested his forehead against hers, red hair dropping a curtain between them and the rest of the world. With an encouraging wiggle from the woman below him, he began to move. Thrusting slowly and rhythmically, Ganondorf began pulling soft moans and cries from Zelda. He leaned over, kissing her pointed ear before turning his attention to her neck. Carefully he drew his sharp canines down the cord of her throat, leaving small purple bruises in their wake.
Zelda tugged on his hair, desperate to pull him closer. She raised up to kiss him just as he thrust down, eliciting a growl from the man above her.
“Tell me, Zelda, are you enjoying yourself?” He panted, flipping them over so she straddled his waist.
“Yes,” she hissed, sliding down on the hard marble of his skin. He was so very big and she was so very full. The new position allowed her to return the love bites and kisses he'd left on her. She licked his throat, drawing blunt teeth against his tan skin.
Ganondorf sat up against her, claiming her lips in a messy kiss. His thrusts continued, slow enough to allow Zelda some control but hard enough to remind her who was actually in charge. He wound his hand in her short blonde hair before tugging gently, forcing her head back and breasts out. Again he turned his attention to her nipples, licking, sucking, and biting the pink buds. He was infatuated with her cries of pleasure. With a low rumble, he released her hair.
“Turn around,” came Ganondorf's deep voice. Zelda's eyes widened in confusion. “Trust me, Zelda. It will feel good. I haven't led you astray yet, have I?”
Zelda hesitated before doing as he bid. “Wh–what do I do now?” She whispered.
Ganondorf took her hips and guided her over his waist. Zelda straddled him much the same way as before but when he entered her this time, the sensations were overwhelming. She gasped, arching her back with his first thrust. He hit places she wasn't aware even existed in her foggy state. Ganondorf grit his teeth, forcing his release down as long as it took to bring her to her peak. One hand snaked up her stomach and chest to rest on her throat, squeezing gently. The other crept between her thighs and began stroking her.
Zelda cried out, her hips rolling to match his increasingly erratic thrusts. He pulled out completely before slamming into her, the force pushing her hips higher. He drew out her pleasure as long as he could before she could withstand no more. He was too deep, too hard, and far too talented. The bloom of her peak began in her womb, spreading out over her body like wildfire. She screamed his name, her inner muscles clamping down so hard she nearly forced Ganondorf out of her body. A few more powerful thrusts and he roared, biting her shoulder before releasing deep within her womb. She shuddered and twitched, knees weak from their position.
Breathing hard, they readjusted so Zelda lay on Ganondorf’s chest facing him though he was still engulfed in her heat. Slowly he kissed her, running his tongue against hers, stroking gently. She moaned softly and felt him twitch inside her.
“So, what are you going to tell Rauru and Sonia? Or will you let my bites speak for themselves?” Ganondorf ran his thumb along the small bruises of her neck and shoulder.
“Ganondorf…does it matter? You know who I am, just as I know who you are,” sighed the princess.
“Yes. I know you fell through time, my little goddess. You're not Sonia's niece, that much is a given,” he replied, running his thumb along her bottom lip. She shivered against him.
“And you are Demise reborn.. You know that by giving myself to you, we mended the wounds between Hylia and Demise. The gods willed that I come to you–and give myself to you…merging darkness and light forever,” she smiled softly.
“Rauru is king for now, but our blood grants immortality. We will rule long after he and Sonia pass,” Ganondorf replied, brushing his fingers against her jaw. “But, in the meantime, what are you going to say?” teased Ganondorf. He tipped her chin.
Zelda blushed and smirked. Grinning mischievously, she sat up. She felt him harden within her. He ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh he found there. Zelda moaned softly, moving her hips slowly, a dark smile teasing her lips.
“I'm going to tell them I fell in love with a demon.”