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Sorry friends, I’ve been grinding Tears of the Kingdom and I desperately want Ganondorf to degrade me. I took a lot of creative liberties with this- let’s imagine Link spares Ganondorf and he’s back to his Gerudo-self. Consequently, Ganondorf must now spend his new life helping Link and Zelda repair the absolute mess he made of Hyrule.
As always it’s difficult for me to write in “xreader” format, so I’ve created a Character who is a Sheikah researcher I’ve named “Sabé.” Her descriptions are at a minimum except being curvy, having glasses, and some Sheikah physical traits. Minimal spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom except locational details- nothing too story-related simply because the game is still new.
Sabé lets out a long sigh as she gazes upward- the darkened sky is whirling with storm clouds. Strong winds blow ice-cold rain in every direction; fogging her glasses like an ocean spray; beading down the lenses and onto her flushed cheeks. A golden flash of lightning streaks across the sky with a crackle. She takes a step back from the tent’s opening, lowering her head and allowing the wide cover of her hat to protect her from the torrential storm.
Sabé had spent the last few days at this site- a makeshift camp of Surveyors observing a frankly massive Chasm near Damel Forest in the South of Hyrule. She had learnt what she could from the artifacts left scattered around the jungle, but the sunken Chasm in the ground loomed eerily, and her desire to dive in and explore was substantial.
For Sabé had taken on the task of researching the new species of flowers, mushrooms, and other interesting plants found in the Depths. In doing so, she had the opportunity to delve into nine Chasms- in a variety of regions across Hyrule- and each one was more magnificent than the last. The gloomy atmosphere paired well with luminescent insects and grasses- fungal trees and towering rock formations. If she put any more thought into it, Sabé might actually dive into the Chasm.
However, the storm halted any effort to make the opening accessible. While the Surveying Team wasted no time in building a shelter and tents nearby, the region sat low in the jungle, and the rainwater running downhill had swiftly begun eroding the Chasm’s entrance. It was near-impossible to build any kind of scaffolding, let-alone get a balloon safely down. Sabé had requested the aid of the Princess’ Swordsman days ago. Surely the storm wasn’t bad enough to stop him?
A glint of firelight amongst slanted rainfall catches Sabé’s eye and she adjusts her glasses up her nose- stepping out onto the wood platform. Three figures approach on horseback- the one in the lead holds a lantern aloft while the other two lag behind. Sabé huffs out a gasp when she realizes who it is, and begins hurriedly down the stairs, grabbing her own lantern in haste.
“Zelda!” Sabé calls out, waving a hand in the air. One of the figures in the back looks up, and ushers their horse into a canter along the path. After a moment she spots the rosy face of Princess Zelda under the hood, green eyes reflected by the lantern. “Thank you for coming all this way, Princess.“ Sabé begins, extending a hand for Zelda to hold as she dismounts.
“Of course-“ Zelda chides, smiling at her. “We departed as soon as we received word.”
Sabé’s attention drifts to her companions then- her Swordsman, Link, was surely the one in the lead, but the third? A broad figure draped in a deep red cloak- the hood pulled forward to cover their face, just as Link and Zelda have. In the near-darkness it’s impossible to tell who it is.
“I can see why the storm isn’t helping your cause.” Zelda observes, glancing at the Chasm to her right as they ascend the path up the hill.
“The state of the Chasm’s entrance grows worse every day.” Sabé explains, nearly shouting over the rainfall. “We’re afraid it’s on the verge of further collapse. Has Link mapped this area of the Depths yet?”
“No- he hasn’t.” Zelda trails off, stopping to further investigate the edge. Water pools around the Chasm in shallow puddles; breaking off into tributaries; falling into the depths in thin waterfalls. The gloom lurking around the Chasm entrances had dissipated some time ago, leaving only sandstone behind. After a moment Zelda steps back, and continues following Sabé up the hill.
The Surveyor’s platform is a wide, wooden deck, reinforced with high beams that hold a cream-colored canopy over the top. Woven ropes secure the sides, keeping it taught against the wind- it’s the most they could do before the storm set in. But the tent was well-sealed and full of equipment for surveying the Chasm as soon as the opportunity arose.
“There are some ruins on the opposite side-“ Sabé explains when they shelter under the tent. Zelda breathes a sigh, breath fogging as she removes her hood and shakes the water from her shoulders. “I was hoping Link may have some solution for this.” Sabé continues.
“He’s inventive- I’m sure he will. We can rest for a moment and walk that way once he and Ganondorf join us.” Zelda says with a smile.
Ganondorf?
Sabé is curious about that. The same man that Link spared after he laid ruin to Hyrule for thousands of years? Surely there isn’t another she could be confusing him with?
Before Sabé can think on it further, she turns toward the door as the largest man she’s ever seen enters the tent with them. As he reaches up to remove his hood, Sabé can do nothing but stare aghast at his striking features- tanned skin, arched nose, and high cheekbones. His red hair is tied back with a golden cuff, plaited into a bun at the crown of his head. His beard is the same color, curling off his cheeks and jaw in thick tufts. He nods at Zelda before turning to Sabé.
Link swiftly moves around him, diverting Sabé’s gaze as the Swordsman greets her with a smile- fists together, thumbs out. He slides his right hand forward to point at her.
How are you?
“I’m well, thank you.” Sabé smiles at him; raising her hand; palm to the ceiling. She touches her chin with her fingertips before drawing away from her face. Link seems pleased with her response.
“Ganondorf, this is Sabé- the lead botanical researcher for the Surveying Team.” Zelda introduces them, and Sabé suddenly feels a warmth creep up her neck as Ganondorf bows in greeting.
“I’m honored to meet you.” He says simply, voice low. Sabé bows in return.
“And I as well, Ganondorf.”
He examines Sabé with a keen eye- she’s slightly taller than Link and Zelda; tapered ears poking out from a wide hat; sharp scarlet eyes. A pair of round-rimmed, blue glasses rest on her nose.
Ganondorf looks away immediately- respectful of formalities for the moment but clearly wanting to be anywhere but here. He looks tired, Sabé observes- amber eyes sunken and deep lines arching up his brow. She pities him- just a little. He was the Demon King though, so maybe he deserved to lose sleep over it.
Sabé takes a moment to explain their situation to Link, who nods- eager to set out and solve the problem right away. Securing her hat under her chin, Sabé exits the tent- Link is part way around the Chasm already; Zelda waits behind; Ganondorf seems to have disappeared entirely. Sabé wonders why they don’t keep him within view. Was there no concern for him escaping or worse, harming the Princess?
She brushes away the thought. Sabé had faith in Link and Zelda’s judgment- if they trusted Ganondorf, she decidedly would too.
The walk around the Chasm’s edge wasn’t terribly perilous. The Surveying Team had managed to lay wood planks along the outside before the worst of the storm hit- resulting in a manageable albeit slick pathway. Sabé treads close to Zelda, placing herself between the Princess and the near-bottomless cavern to their right.
“He looks like he’s having fun.” Sabé observes, watching as Link secures a stake to one of the colossal stone foundations surrounding the ruins. He seems just as eager to dive into the Chasm as Sabé. Zelda smiles warmly in return, a curious look in her eye. But a flash from across the valley makes the pair jolt, turning to watch as lightning strikes a tree on the hill far above them. It burns for only a moment as it collapses to the ground- thoroughly extinguished by the storm.
Sabé takes the moment to clear the mist from her glasses, and catches sight of Ganondorf a good-distance behind them. He doesn’t carry himself the way she had anticipated. After hearing stories about his defeat, Sabé expected to see a broken man, begrudgingly accepting his penance- a fraction of the ancient King he once was. But Ganondorf stands tall, even in the freezing rain- shoulders squared as he watches the storm overhead.
He turns toward her; amber eyes narrow; jaw set. Sabé swiftly looks forward, following after the Princess, who had already begun walking around the path once more. Sabé wasn’t sure how to feel about Ganondorf’s presence. On one hand, he was a being from the ancient world, who’s knowledge of lost Hyrulean history could be unparalleled. On the other- he was really unnerving her. How could Link and Zelda trust him this much- and so soon after his vanquishment by Link’s hand?
An ear-splitting crack resounds behind her, and an arching bolt of lightning surges into a large tree beside the Chasm. Sabé doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before she’s falling to her knees. Zelda stumbles ahead of her, and Sabé can just catch sight of Link running to their aid before sandstone crumbles beneath her palms. But protecting Zelda is Link’s second nature. Sabé makes an effort to stand as the ledge gives way, reaching for Zelda who cries out for her amongst the deafening rainfall.
“Sabé!”
She’s weightless- blinking in disbelief because this can’t be fucking happening. Sabé tucks her knees and rolls, trying to figure out which way is up as she falls. But the opening of the Chasm is disappearing quickly and it’s pitch-black already. She grasps the pouch at her hip, fingers fumbling as it slips from her hands- Sabé goes for her pack next, losing her hat as she hauls the bag over her head. Wind whistles past her ears; clothes rustling furiously; the air grows colder with each passing second.
In the darkness something grabs her, wrapping around her midsection and tightening until she’s pressed into something solid and damp. Sabé yelps at the intrusion, grasping onto her pack and burying her face into the rough material, thankful that it will keep her glasses on- for whatever it’s worth. She feels the dense layer of fog as she plummets through it, waiting for the impact of the Depths soon below. Sabé doesn’t know what to do- should she come up with some last words?
I hope my body will at least spawn a mushroom colony down here.
Sabé hits the ground with a resonating boom.
She opens her eyes and, of course, can’t see anything. It’s deafeningly silent but she’s alive- far as she can tell- and Sabé lets out a near-crying breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
How in Hylia’s name is she alive?
Suddenly, a chime reverberates beside her, and one-by-one the Brightbloom seeds from her pouch fall to the ground. They instantly sprout into tall, vine-like hooks, with glowing bulbs dangling at each end. Sabé realizes then- as the darkened Chasm begins lighting up around her- just what broke her fall.
Or rather, who.
Ganondorf is dropped to one knee on the shattered stone where he landed. Sabé is tucked tightly into his side, cheek pressed to his chest. He breathes steadily- as if he didn’t just take on the force of such an extensive fall. Sabé is still petrified, loosening her grip on her pack as he releases her. She immediately falls to the ground, tossing her bag to the side and digging her fingers into the soil.
“What-“
It’s all she can muster- a stuttering gasp. Sabé can’t believe she’s alive- how the fuck did he-
Ganondorf tries his best to be empathetic- he wasn’t entirely sure how he pulled this off. He practically guessed where Sabé was midair. She looks terrified, however, breathing deeply as she grounds herself for the moment. Her hat disappeared in the fall, revealing white hair that frames her face in gentle curls. Her lower lip trembles as she catches her breath.
“Where is the nearest Lightroot?” Ganondorf asks suddenly as he stands- towering over her on the ground. Sabé is infuriated for a moment. No question of her health? After they just fell thousands of units below the surface? She couldn’t expect him to have any sympathy though. He did his job by catching her- of course he wants to get back above ground.
“I-“ Sabé stutters again, still trying to compose herself after how quickly everything just happened. “Are Zelda and Link alright?” The question echoes around them emptily.
Ganondorf glares down at her.
“They’re safe.” He replies, as if this is an entirely normal situation for any of them to be in. Sabé shouldn’t be surprised. She takes a breath and looks around- hardly any of the terrain is visible, and she can’t bring herself to remember what the comparative surface looked like. So her attention is drawn back to Ganondorf for the moment, arms crossed, surveying the surroundings as he patiently awaits her response.
“It doesn’t matter where the nearest Lightroot is.“ Sabé finally corrects him. She reminds herself that she does not need to be combative with Ganondorf, of all people. “We need to locate another Chasm- one the Surveying Team has staked out.” She continues. “That’s the only way we can get back to the surface.” Ganondorf seems to accept her answer.
“Lead the way.”
Goddess above. Sabé curses as she reaches for her discarded pack; adjusting her glasses; removing her Purah Pad from the main compartment. Opening the map, Sabé isn’t surprised to see their location is blank. She stands after a moment, muttering to herself before walking toward the border of Brightblooms.
“If we make our way north-“ She begins. “We can use the lift at the Construct Factory. It will be easier to locate than the nearest Chasm, and should bring us back toward Link and Zelda.”
Sabé turns- forcing herself to look him in the eyes. Ganondorf perplexes her- he stands straight as a statue; stalwart; practically nothing behind his gaze.
“Thank you.” Sabé says sincerely. “I really did not want to die like that.”
A muscle feathers in his jaw before he relaxes and, closing his eyes, nods.
“Link was busy. I did what I could.” He replies gruffly, like it isn’t a feat. Sabé is surprised by his humility, and takes pity on him once more. Ganondorf dove into a Chasm to make sure she- a stranger to him- remained safe. Sabé settles, realizing he may have genuinely been changed by his defeat. Many Hyruleans still regarded him as the Demon King- no longer seeped in ancient power but dangerous nonetheless. Sabé is sure he was, but for now she was comfortable with his presence.
“Alright.” She continues. “It shouldn’t be too far a walk- there’s a cliff face to our left that we can follow most of the way.”
Sabé assesses her pack- retrieving a torch from the side loop, well-secured with a tight knot. She quickly lights it with a flint before handing it toward Ganondorf. He furrows his brow, as if carrying a torch is the greatest inconvenience she could ask. He breaks quickly, however, and accepts it from her hand before holding it aloft.
It’s then, Sabé realizes, that she can actually get a good look at him. He’s certainly tall- the top of her head sits level with his forearms; adorned with gold cuffs; jeweled rings on each hand. He must have tossed his cloak before diving into the Chasm- his broad figure drips with water, running down his chest, adorned with a gold collar. A deep blue tunic rests on his shoulder; inlaid with colorful spirals; secured with a lavender sash around his hips.
Hylia’s breath-
A beat passes once Sabé hands him the torch before she adjusts her glasses, swiftly turning around and making her way toward the cliff. Ganondorf silently follows behind her, keeping a watchful eye on the vast darkness surrounding them.
He doubts Sabé could handle herself if they were to stumble upon anything hostile.
They continue on the makeshift path in comfortable silence for some time. The ground is mostly level, sloping down into a ravine to their right, but the walk isn’t half bad. Sabé tries desperately to think of any topic they might discuss, if only to ease the tension. But they’re in unfamiliar, unmapped territory- so it was probably best to remain quiet.
“What is that?” Sabé gasps suddenly, seeming to startle Ganondorf with the sudden outburst. To their right and down the ridge sits a grove of trees with feathering leaves, surrounded by fireflies and violet grasses- common features of the depths. What wasn’t common, however, were the rippling growths of glowing, cerise-colored fungi.
“Sabé.” Ganondorf calls after her but she pays him no mind. Sabé won’t dwell on him actually addressing her- not when there’s mushrooms to investigate. Grabbing tightly onto the straps of her pack she springs forward, digging her heels into the dirt as she slides down the hill in the direction of the grove. Ganondorf has no choice but to begrudgingly follow her- bridging the gap in one leap before landing at the bottom of the ravine.
“I’ve never seen these before!” Sabé tries to contain her excitement as she approaches a felled tree. The petrified bark is blanketed in mushroom shelves, branching out in wide brackets like fins on a fish.
“What is it?” Ganondorf asks sternly as he discards the now extinguished torch. Sabé eyes him incredulously.
“I don’t know- we’ve never cataloged anything like this in the Depths.” She explains, dropping to her knees beside the tree. The mushrooms are a rubbery texture and deep pink across the body, branching out into a brighter, luminescent hue that glows with intensity.
“What do you think it is?” Ganondorf questions as he kneels alongside her, and Sabé laughs at his sudden interest in her work. Or, she wonders- he’s just trying to hurry her along.
“I don’t experiment with things down here-” Sabé clarifies as she retrieves the Purah Pad from her bag and snaps a picture of the colony. “Almost all the vegetation in the Depths is dangerous in some way- and most of it needs to be collected in a specific manner.”
“Bring it with you, then.” Ganondorf suggests, and Sabé rolls her eyes- she feels like she’s teaching mycology to a fucking wall. She huffs, placing the Purah Pad in her lap before looking up at him. Ganondorf towers over her; knelt beside the felled tree; watching her patiently.
“Puffshrooms have to be cut at the stem, not picked- else they burst into a spore cloud that could temporarily blind you.” Sabé begins, re-adjusting herself to continue their journey. “And Bomb Flowers have to be plucked and not cut, else they explode.” She explains thoroughly.
“You don’t know what effect these may have.” Ganondorf states, reaching forward to inspect them. He runs large fingers over a bumping ridge- where the brackets dwarf Sabé’s hand, Ganondorf’s looks comically large in comparison.
“Precisely.” Sabé clarifies with a smile. “I’ve marked this location so I can send Link down to collect some later.” To her surprise, Ganondorf laughs at that- a low hum in his throat bubbling up into a deep chuckle.
“Link takes ages to complete an errand.” He chastises her. “You won’t see one again for weeks.”
“He’s the Hero of Hyrule- I’m sure he’s very busy.” Sabé uses Link’s title with venom, and it almost earns her a reaction. Ganondorf’s face falls, feathering a muscle in his jaw once again. If Sabé didn’t know any better, she’d think he was trying to inveigle her. She stands then, content to leave the finding- she’ll show Link the picture when they meet again, and ask him to investigate. He’s good at that kind of thing- even if it does take him ages to get back to her.
Before Sabé can protest, Ganondorf reaches forward and snaps one of the brackets off the tree. It breaks off in his hand with a wet crunch, glowing faintly before turning brittle, and going dark.
“See?” Sabé teases. “You should have cut-”
The bracket in Ganondorf’s hands bursts into a plume of pink spores. Sabé falls backward in surprise, sucking in a breath and coughing at the immediate burn in her throat. She tries to breathe in but there’s no air- she needs to get the fuck out of this cloud. She can hardly see, rolling onto her front and shielding her face with her arms, still gasping for breath. Her eyes water; skin prickling; throat dry. It’s warm, suddenly, and all plans to crawl out of the cloud are halted when Sabé decides she needs to get her jacket off. Sitting up, she quickly unclasps it- grasping at the wooden buckle before shrugging off its belt. She tosses the offending fabric to the side as sweat cools her bare shoulders.
Her muscles ache, hands shaking as Sabé laces her fingers into the grass. She can hardly tell if her glasses are still on; vision swimming with swirls of color; fireflies leave glowing tracers as they flutter around her. A rush of movement catches Sabé’s eye, and she breathes deeply , trying to focus on where she is and what just happened.
Sabé doesn’t know how she forgot about Ganondorf- on his knees before her; chest heaving; hands clenched in the lavender grass. She watches as he sits back on his haunches, working off his silk tunic before tossing it onto the felled tree. Sweat drips down his chest; trailing over his sternum; groaning deeply as he rolls his neck. A whine almost leaves Sabé’s lips as she watches him, panting, hands balling the fabric of her pants. Ganondorf works his fingers into his waistguard, exposing his toned abdomen, thicker than Sabé’s entire body. He’s attractive, Sabé realizes- terribly attractive.
What the fuck was that mushroom?
Ganondorf feels like he’s going into cardiac arrest- head spinning, chest tight. He can’t keep his eyes off Sabé- small and soft and so easy to hold on to. Her breath is labored, practically tearing her jacket off before gathering the white curls of her hair and pulling them up in an attempt to cool herself. The loss of her jacket reveals her full figure and gentle curves- sleeveless top clinging to her tightly.
Sabé places a hand on her neck, fingertips pressing into her pulse. Her hair falls onto her shoulders, practically glowing white, highlighted by pink spores. Ganondorf lets out a breath as Sabé whines; head falling back; exposing her throat.
“It’s an aphrodisiac-” Sabé gasps, registering the reaction she’s having. Ganondorf seems to be experiencing the same physical response- whether he’s undergoing similar mental effects, she couldn’t tell.
Sabé immediately gets her answer.
Ganondorf looks down at her through thick eyelashes; amber eyes practically glowing; pupils blown. He takes a shaking breath and clenches his fists, knuckles cracking- every fiber of muscle seems to flex as he does so. Her gaze is drawn to his shoulder- closest to the glowing brackets, now illuminating a swirling tattoo down his arm.
“What?” Ganondorf hisses, sneering at Sabé- as if she was the one who improperly harvested a copulation mushroom.
“We’ll be fine-“ Sabé starts, still unable to catch her breath. A mist of spores cling in the air, hovering around them in a shimmering, pink miasma. “We just have to-“ She wheezes a breath. “We can walk it off.”
Sabé attempts to stand, bracing herself on the tree beside her. Her legs feel numb, and she stumbles, shaking her head in an attempt to clear the fog that clouds her vision. Sabé curses silently, trying once more to stand but immediately falling to her knees, lightheaded. She sits on the ground for a moment, defeated. Ganondorf doesn’t even try; fighting every urge to reach for Sabé; pull her plush body into his arms and bury his teeth into her pretty neck.
Ganondorf looks wrecked when Sabé turns to him. He’s breathing deeply; hands trembling; bare chest glistening with a sheen of sweat. For a moment Sabé wonders what he tastes like; tanned skin and rippling muscle; a warrior King in every right. She desperately resists the desire to crawl towards him and climb into his lap- wondering if he’d allow her. But Ganondorf hates Hyruleans with a passion, she remembers- sure any of her advances would be vehemently rejected.
“We have to-“ Sabé trails off, swallowing a lump in her throat.
“No.” Ganondorf interrupts her through gritted teeth. This is too much; it’s been too long; ten thousand years too-fucking-long. Sabé is a stranger to him and yet Ganondorf can hardly contain himself as she gazes up at him with sparkling eyes, lashes fluttering. Sabé’s cheeks are flushed, blooming down her neck and collar. His gaze draws lower to her wide hips and small waist- hands clenched into her trousers.
Ganondorf was desperately hungry.
“Go back to the ridge.” He demands her. “You’ll be safe-” Ganondorf gestures back where they came.
Sabé doesn’t know what to say. She wants to listen to him- return to the path and wait out the effects of the spores- away from one another. But she also wants to lie back and allow the Gerudo King to do truly unspeakable things to her.
“Go.” Ganondorf warns, sneering at her- a poor attempt to scare her away. It only draws attention to his teeth- canines sharp enough to leave a serious mark. Sabé gazes up at him; lips parted; pupils eclipsing ruby irises.
She has no intention of leaving.
Ganondorf moves swiftly- capturing Sabé’s arm before dragging her toward him. She gasps at the intrusion but makes no move to get away as he palms the center of her back, pulling her against his chest.
“Foolish Hylian-” Ganondorf growls before sinking his teeth into her neck, and Sabé screams as she falls backwards into the grass. Ganondorf arches over her, pushing her down until she’s nearly crushed by the bulk of his torso.
Sabé digs her nails into Ganondorf’s arm as he bites a painful mark into the junction of her neck. She wants to push him away- this is wrong, so fucking wrong. Yet Sabé can’t help the way she mewls, thighs clenching around his waist because he’s so large on top of her. He buries his hands in the grass beside her head- thick forearms shielding her from whatever danger may lurk around them.
Ganondorf trails up Sabé’s neck, biting once more at her collar; her jaw; her pulse. He stops there, latching down harder, a low hum resonating against her throat.
“Fuck-“ It’s all Sabé can muster, lacing her fingers through his hair- softer than she had imagined. But this entire situation was so dangerous- she’s stuck in the Depths; alone with the Demon King; under the psychological effects of a very horny mushroom. All of Sabé’s instincts tells her to leave- forget Ganondorf and get the fuck back to the surface. But she’s enamored by his affections, tongue rolling across her throat as he marks her to his content. Every touch is like fire on her already hot skin. It had been a while since anyone had given her this kind of attention- surely a few minutes down here wouldn’t hurt?
Sabé tugs at his thick roots, urging him for more. Ganondorf gladly obliges, groaning as she runs her nails down the back of his neck. He digs his fingers into the fabric at her hips and tears, splitting the side seams of her shirt until Sabé’s soft hips are finally revealed. He sits up, impatient, grabbing at her waist and pulling her toward him. Sabé yelps, jerking her knees back and rolling onto her front. She manages to get up but Ganondorf is on top of her soon after- a massive hand pushing down on her shoulder. The other grabs a fistful of her hair; tugging backwards until Sabé is bent forward on the grass; crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“You had your chance to leave.” Ganondorf reminds her, putting his weight on her shoulder before releasing her hair. Sabé hates the whimper that’s pulled out of her as his large hands skim down her back. She rests her head on her hands; fingers grasping at the soft grass; relaxing as he nestles his hips between her legs.
“Goddess-” Sabé prays, balling her fists as Ganondorf moves behind her. He’s big- larger than any Hylian at least- and Sabé gasps at the sensation, a warm feeling working its way into her belly. This is disgusting- he’s going to hurt her. But Sabé’s intrusive thoughts lose once again as Ganondorf works his fingers into the waistband of her trousers before yanking them over her hips.
Ganondorf wastes no time, grabbing Sabé and pulling her towards him. He kneads her plush thighs, thumbs sliding through the seam of her wet cunt before bowing forward and burying his face into her. Sabé squeaks as Ganondorf works his tongue between her soft folds, large hands grasping at her curves. He moans against her, lips sealing around her clit before lolling his tongue out to caress it.
“Fuck- please.” Sabé pleads with him, grinding her hips back into his face. All thoughts of leaving disappear as he caresses her slowly- savoring her- beard scratching the backs of her thighs. He separates with a wet pop, grabbing harshly at Sabé’s upper arm before turning her over to face him. A moment passes before he’s descending upon her again, hooking her knees over his shoulders as he laps at her with the flat of his tongue.
“Ganondorf-” Sabé gasps, tugging at his hair. She has no problem moaning his name- not when he’s eating her out like a man starved; humming against her swollen cunt; nails digging into her quads. Sabé feels a tight knot form in her stomach, thighs quivering as he slurps at her, darting his tongue out in long strokes.
Ganondorf smooths his palm down Sabé’s thigh- around her hip and upward until he grazes against her folds. Sabé unconsciously moves her hips, eager for more- and he obliges her by easing two thick fingers into her aching cunt. Ganondorf can’t help the sounds Sabé pulls out of him; moaning against her center; working his fingers into her fluttering hole. She was certainly cute- even for a Hylian- but Ganondorf entirely blames the mushroom for his eagerness. Or perhaps his ten thousand year break just made him hungry for affection.
Sabé tastes so good, though- Ganondorf can’t recall savoring anything quite as sweet as this shapely little Hylian trapped beneath him. He curls his fingers up, pressing into a soft spot against her center that makes Sabé whimper, tightening her thighs around his ears. She pleads with him again but her cries are to no avail- Ganondorf works his fingers into her slowly, teasingly, coaxing out every delicious sound. His tongue works steady circles over her clit before sealing his lips around the sensitive bud.
Sabé comes with a cry, head falling back as Ganondorf laps at her cunt, chuckling as he finishes his ministrations. Sabé breathes heavily; hands in her hair; wisps of grass poking her ears. She can hardly see- despite her glasses somehow remaining secure low on her nose. The blurred lights of fireflies and pink spores hover around them, and the area glows with fuchsia light from the nearby mushrooms.
Ganondorf grounds her with his hands at her knees, pushing back until they’re hooked under his palms. Sabé gasps, crying out at the heavy weight of his cock resting between her thighs, spurting pre-spend onto her stomach. She reaches up, grasping at his forearms; fingers lacing between gold jewelry. It’s hot again, and Sabé feels like the air is thick, head spinning with euphoria.
Ganondorf smiles as he leans forward, taking Sabé’s hands in his and pinning them to her chest. His other moves lower- slapping the wide head of his cock against her dripping center as he grinds against it. Sabé mewls below him; straining against his grasp; arching her back as he pushes slow and deep inside her.
Sabé nearly chokes as Ganondorf eases himself in, hips nestling together as she’s stretched impossibly full. She feels like she can’t breathe when he moves, pressing his hips against her. Ganondorf’s free hand moves beside Sabé’s head; digging into the grass as he shifts his weight; easing out of her before snapping his hips back. He sets a brutal pace, angling forward to rock into her soft cunt with steady, deep strokes. Sabé practically cowers below him, small fingers grasping his hand in desperation.
Ganondorf decides he’s having entirely too much fun- releasing Sabé’s wrists and reveling in how quickly she moves to touch him. Deft hands slide down his chest; stroking toned obliques; nails digging into the bulk of his back.
“Please-” Sabé cries, pressing her forehead to his collar. “Please don’t stop, please-” She hates how easily she begs for him but he feels so good. Every sound she makes reverberates around the empty space- a constant reminder of where they are and how foolish this is to be doing. But every shift of Ganondorf’s hips- the drag of his thick cock sliding so easily into her willing cunt- is enough to make Sabé forget everything. Ganondorf moves above her, still keeping his pace as he grabs Sabé’s thighs, holding her knees together as he pushes down- angling her upwards. He brushes up against something painful as he quickens and suddenly Sabé can’t see- vision going dark as he fucks her to another release. The dull- slap- slap- slap- plap- of their hips echoes around them emptily.
“Goddess!” Tears well in Sabé’s eyes, thighs spasming as her wet, warm cunt clamps down on him. Ganondorf doesn’t stop; growling above her as he fucks her through it; nails biting crescents into her quads. She’s so soft beneath him, crying out in release- her full figure bouncing with each thrust of his hips. Ganondorf bites his tongue, breathing deeply as Sabé whimpers, lying back- dark marks lining her throat.
Ganondorf moans above her as he comes- a deep groan bubbling up into a choking gasp. He slides out just in time to spurt thick ropes onto Sabé’s bare thighs, dripping down her spread cunt. It’s surely a sight- she breathes softly; relaxing beneath him; decorated in his release.
Sabé feels weak- dazed by the effects of the mushroom as she relaxes. The soft grass below her eases any discomfort; fanning out like feathers; prickling her skin. Sabé attempts to get up before remembering she’s still trapped beneath Ganondorf- pinned to the ground. He moves above her, and Sabé realizes he’s still terribly aroused- hands grasping at her waist as he pulls her up to sit in his lap.
“Such an obedient little Hylian.” Ganondorf observes, and Sabé buries her face into his chest, blushing at the remark. She is obedient- Sabé would do whatever he asks, if he keeps manhandling her like this.
The bulk of Ganondorf’s thighs keeps Sabé spread open before him- quivering against his stomach. Ganondorf sighs as he eases the fat head of his cock up into Sabé’s center; gasping at the sensation of her fluttering cunt; arms wrapped around her waist.
Sabé feels like she’s going to burst- Ganondorf is so strong; supported by his thick forearms; it’s difficult for her hands to find purchase. She settles for the gold collar dangling from his chest, cascading down his clavicle like a jeweled bow. Sabé wraps her fingers around it and pulls herself closer.
Ganondorf responds swiftly, darting a hand up to wrap around her neck. Sabé is scared for a moment, because Ganondorf could crush her with little effort. But he keeps the pressure even; thumb and forefinger digging under her jaw; a jeweled ring resting against her throat. Sabé’s face grows fuzzy, head spinning- the only thing she can feel is the thick drag of Ganondorf’s cock as he moves her along it. Rough fingers press into her lower back, kneading the tense muscle with one hand, while the other- Sabé’s throat.
“You’re a smart Vai-” Ganondorf praises, keeping his hold on Sabé’s neck as he forces her to look at him. He fucks shallowly into her, hips smacking together- a wet mixture of both their arousal. “You’ll be quiet about this- won’t you?” It’s more of a demand than a question as he glares down at her with dark eyes.
“I will-“ Sabé chokes; tears welling; nodding her head as best she can with his palm around her neck. “I promise.” She swears, whining- wiggling her hips because she wants- needs to come again. Ganondorf is pleased with her response, angling up to strike right against something sensitive inside her.
Ganondorf releases her, allowing Sabé to fall back onto the grass before lacing his fingers into the soft curls at the nape of her neck and tugging tightly. He pulls her forward; curled under him; forcing her to watch in the low light as he fucks her senseless. Sabé cries out, gazing down at where they’re connected- highlighted in pink from the mushrooms surrounding them. She can’t breathe- watching as his cock bottoms out with every snap of his hips- a round swell in her stomach when he’s nestled inside. Ganondorf moans, deep in his throat, moving to anchor a heel in the dirt; leveraging his assault; driving his hips into her at a delicious angle.
Sabé’s face grows warm in embarrassment as she comes- gushing liquid arousal from her abused cunt in short spurts. Ganondorf holds her down; pumping her through it; burying himself to the hilt before spilling another load between them. He gasps, shoulders shuddering as he slips back inside her. continuing his pace. Sabé doesn’t know how much more of him she can take. All she can do is grasp at Ganondorf; caressing the corded muscle of his back; teeth sinking into his shoulder.
It’s too much and not enough- Ganondorf shifts his weight, wrapping his arms around Sabé’s waist. She cries out beneath him, and Ganondorf can hardly feel when she bites the joint of his neck; moaning against the skin; nails tracing down his stomach.
“One more.” Ganondorf begs her. His grip is bruising, snapping his hips down into her with fervor. Sabé looks beautiful laid out beneath him- legs spread; glasses askew; belly full of his cock. He draws out slowly, setting a hard pace-
-slap- slap- plap- slap-
Sabé lets out a whine; she feels unintelligible; unable to think about anything but Ganondorf as he works her open . He slows- easing out until the fat head of his cock is barely inside before pistoning his hips forward.
“Right there-“ Sabé gasps, arching into him, lips parting in a silent moan. Ganondorf growls as he bears down harder, thick arms bruising around her. He keeps his rhythm well- not faltering once, even after two climaxes. He yanks Sabé upward, large fingers lacing into her curls. She whines; hardly able to breathe; grasping at him.
Sabé blushes at the intimacy of the action as Ganondorf buries his face in her hair, nose pressing to her temple- effectively silencing her. It’s too much- Sabé keens; fully relaxing into his touch; stomach tightening. She relaxes against him as a wave of arousal crashes over her- a gasp of his name muffled into his skin. Hot tears stream down her cheeks as she comes around him, deliciously overstimulated by how eagerly he continues to use her.
“You’re mine-“ Ganondorf chokes out- a deep growl trailing into a low moan. He bites the tapered point of her ear; arms caging her in; wrapped tightly around her midsection.
He’s right- Sabé wonders, dazed. She’s sure no Hylian will be the same for her, not after this. She’s trapped- there’s nothing Sabé can do but lie there and drool, clinging to him. Ganondorf gasps as he angles his hips up, fucking deep into her like a desperate man. Sabé is helpless beneath him; tugging at his hair; delighted to hear a whimper bubble in his throat as he comes.
Ganondorf’s hips stutter, pace growing sloppy before he empties himself onto her for a final time. Throbbing as he spurts heavy ropes that cling to Sabé’s shirt, dripping down her bare thighs and spread center. Ganondorf is so warm above her, breathing deeply as he presses his face into Sabé’s hair. She’s still holding onto him tightly; fingers entwined in his beard; lips pressed to his throat. Sabé can’t help the whine that escapes her as his fingers press into her back.
He’s quiet- Ganondorf breathes deeply; arms wrapped around her; keeping her close. Sabé could nap underneath him- she swears.
They lay there for a long while, and Sabé is grateful for the moment of rest after everything that just transpired. Her eyes feel heavy; her joints sore; Sabé is sure she’s going to sleep well once they get back to the surface. She sighs, her hands sliding over Ganondorf’s chest as he sits back, holding her tight in his grasp. Firm yet gentle as he brings Sabé upright- keeping her still while he moves to fix the mess he’s made of her.
“Fuck-“ Sabé hisses, placing a hand to her neck and pressing her fingers into her pulse.
Ganondorf hums in disapproval, kneeling before her as he reaches to caress Sabé’s jaw. It’s unbelievably tender, and Sabé can’t help the way her cheeks darken as she gazes up at him. She certainly did not expect this kind of behavior from Ganondorf- especially after everything he just did to her.
“Goddess, I’m fine.” Sabé reassures him as she straightens herself out. Ganondorf retrieves her pack beside the tree and locates her jacket a few paces away. He feels it’s the least he can do after taking such an advantage over her. A lump in the grass catches his eye, and Ganondorf discovers it’s Sabé’s belt. A soft fabric; red silk with a braided blue cord; secured to an oval buckle made of carved wood. It resembles a large eye.
“I won’t tell anyone-“ Sabé says softly beside him as she takes her jacket from his hand. “I swear.” Her words echo in Ganondorf’s head for a moment. Sabé was smart, and knew better than to make this incident known in any way. Besides- she quite enjoyed herself, and if news of that fact got out, Sabé was sure she would be ostracized.
Sabé adjusts her jacket, fastening the belt around her waist- overjoyed that the high collar covers both the welts on her neck and torn shirt. She recalls how rough Ganondorf had been with her, and how comparatively gentle he was behaving in post. Fingers smoothing over her jaw; concerned at how rough he had been; amber eyes narrow in contemplation.
Ganondorf watches Sabé intently as she tidies herself- hands smoothing over her jacket before shouldering her pack. He doesn’t need much time to prepare- Ganondorf was hardly a mess, and simply secures his tunic around his waist. He takes a glance at his bare shoulder, studying the smallest of bite marks imprinted into his exposed acromion. He pays it no mind- sure that no one would see it, especially at such a height.
It doesn’t take long before they’re ready to make their way back to the path and finally return to the surface. Sabé expects the remainder of the journey to be tense- awkward, even. But she understood that Ganondorf was not one for conversation, so the silence that settles between them is comfortable.
As they approach the ridge, Ganondorf ascends first- easily making the climb before extending a hand down to Sabé. She’s surprised at the gesture but gladly accepts it; fingers lacing into his own; grasping his jeweled forearm as he lifts her with little effort. Sabé’s ears darken as he silently offers his assistance, and a thought very suddenly dawns on her. Was she the first to be intimate with Ganondorf- and in ten thousand years, no less? Sabé averts her gaze as she takes the lead while Ganondorf follows closely behind her.
She idles over the thought, wondering just what might come of the incident. But Sabé soon composes herself- she does not need to be dwelling on the backbreaking sex she just had with the Demon King- not now. Sabé climbs over a large root before sliding down the ridge overlooking the Construct Factory. Ganondorf is hardly noticeable; trailing behind obediently; quick to grab a hanging branch in Sabé’s way.
Ganondorf is perplexed by this predicament. Sabé was attractive, conventionally- but a Hylian, still. However, she was no doubt intelligent; strong-willed; a true test to his patience. Yet, Sabé was one of the only Hyruleans to show him any kindness after his recent revival. Zelda and Link treated him fairly, but there was little fear in Sabé’s eyes when she looked at him- the same could not be said for most.
Sabé navigates the area well, traversing down the overlook with ease- confident that Ganondorf will keep up with her. There’s a steep drop separating them from the center of the Factory, and Sabé halts near the edge. She adjusts her glasses, peering over the side for any way she might make it down.
Ganondorf extends an arm beside her, and Sabé looks up at him curiously. If he could manage the fall through a Chasm, he should easily handle a jump like this. Sabé steps forward; raising a hand to his shoulder; unsure of herself. Ganondorf responds quickly, wrapping an arm around her waist before lifting her off the ground. Sabé grasps onto his tunic; closing her eyes tightly; the experience of falling through the Chasm was still recent in her memory.
Ganondorf takes a step off the ledge and falls swiftly to the base of the cliff, dropping to a knee as he lands. Sabé recovers far quicker this time, sliding a hand down his forearm as she moves to stand.
A wide, stone dais sits in the center of the open cavern; well-lit by the nearby Lightroot; humming with vitality. The warm feeling of sunlight radiates from its canopy as they pass by before ascending the stair toward the lift.
“Alright-“ Sabé begins, approaching a control console at the center of the dais. She removes her pack, retrieving the Purah Pad and placing it in the center. The stone dais rumbles to life; buzzing with energy; glowing with blue-green fluorescence. Sabé returns the Pad to her bag, and turns to face Ganondorf. He stands tall, observing their surroundings as they begin to ascend. Sabé studies him for a moment; admiring his figure; a dangling ruby earring catching her gaze. Ganondorf turns to her and their eyes meet.
“I apologize for what happened.” He says suddenly- sternly. If Sabé didn’t know any better, she’d think he didn’t mean it. But there's sincerity in his face as he bows, averting his eyes in near-shame.
“It’s alright.” Sabé insists quietly, gazing upward as they ascend into a tunnel of stalactites at the ceiling of the Depths. “I didn’t mind.”
The area grows dark- and they’re soon only highlighted by the glow of the platform. Ganondorf looks at her with peculiarity, well-aware that their journey may soon come to an end. Sabé remains comfortable in his presence, and the worry that he had taken advantage of her soon leaves his conscience. She stands straight, fingers entwined as she gazes up the tunnel- lost in thought. Ganondorf admires her for a moment; abstracted by the shimmer of blue-green against her hair; breathing steadily while she fiddles with her sleeve.
Sabé wonders what this means for her- firm in the fact that she wouldn't tell a soul about the encounter. Yet the implications gnawed at her. Surely Ganondorf would be more present in the coming months as he aids Princess Zelda, but that only meant Sabé would be seeing him more as well. It was clear he had enjoyed their tryst, but surely he wouldn’t pursue anything further?
The dais eases to a halt, stone grinding together as it situates itself within a large, open bunker. Sabé moves without thinking- desperate for some kind of an escape from the inevitable confrontation. She makes her way off the platform; maneuvering around some crumbling columns; swiftly approaching the stairs at the end of the room. Sunlight streams through the wide doorway in long beams, illuminating the stairway the further Sabé ascends.
A shadow passes over the door- then another, and after a moment Sabé looks up to see Zelda and Link standing at the exit.
“Sabé-“ Zelda gasps, rushing down the stairs to embrace her- wrapping her arms tightly around Sabé’s shoulders. “I’m glad you’re okay- you aren’t hurt?” Zelda looks worried, eyebrows knit as she examines her.
“I’m fine, really-“ Sabé insists, and Zelda breathes a sigh of relief. Sabé unconsciously shifts her shoulders, praying to the Goddess that her neck isn’t visible. A moment passes before Zelda glances behind her.
“Thank you.” Zelda says warmly, and Sabé turns to face Ganondorf a few steps behind them. He squares his shoulders before nodding- surprisingly deferential toward the Princess.
Sabé avoids his gaze, turning to continue up the stairs and finally exit the bunker. The storm overhead has cleared, leaving trailing wisps of clouds that stream with sunlight. Sabé closes her eyes for a moment; enjoying the warmth; focusing on the low breeze and the sounds of the nearby pond.
A hum beside her, and a press of fingers to her collar makes Sabé startle. Link stands before her, a confused look on his face as he holds back Sabé’s collar. She had tilted her head back to bask in the sun, revealing the obvious bite marks lining her neck.
Link’s eyes shift behind her- narrowing as he glances toward Ganondorf. He draws his hand back before facing her again. He points toward the sky; darting out his small finger; pointing toward the sky once more. Link gestures toward Ganondorf before reaching forward to touch Sabé’s neck.
Did he do this?
Sabé shakes her head, flustered. She opens her palm, fingers splayed as she taps her thumb to her chest.
“I’m okay-“ Sabé starts, glancing behind herself in embarrassment. Ganondorf and Zelda remain out of earshot, and Sabé sighs before turning toward Link once more. He looks addled; mouth set in a thin line; golden brows furrowing.
Link settles after a moment- he clearly has questions about what happened, but a look of understanding soon washes over him. Sabé is greatly relieved that he’s willing to ignore it for now- silently following as Link leads her over the pond and toward a waiting group of horses. He and Zelda must have made their way here in haste- but it didn’t stop them from bringing an extra horse for her, Sabé muses. She smiles graciously as Link offers her a hand.
“Will you make it back on your own safely?” Zelda stresses, approaching Sabé as she mounts her horse. With the storm now cleared, there is no longer a need for their help, and she’s eager to return to camp.
“I’ve navigated worse.” Sabé chides, smiling warmly at Zelda. Her eyes drift toward Ganondorf beside the Princess- Sabé sits nearly eye-level with him. His arms are crossed, looking attentive as ever while gazing back at her. There’s exhaustion in his eyes, but something more as well.
“Thank you, again.” Sabé is insistent with her gratitude, leaning forward to bow before turning away. A long nap and a hot bath should clear her head enough to think about him clearly.
Sabé nods at Link before ushering her horse forward, making her way out of the valley and back toward the Surveyor’s Site. The warmth of her bedroll calls to her, and Sabé silently hopes that she dreams of Ganondorf.
Edit: I apologize for any punctuation inconsistencies- the Blue Site ate this alive after converting from Google to AO3 to here.
truly awful when people are insecure about things that are just batshit insane levels of attractive because if they see me staring at them like a hunting dog theyre going to think its because i think theyre ugly and not because i want them
this post is specifically about people with big noses but im currently thinking about how theres so many dudes insecure about having a lot of unmanageable body hair. like there are hordes of people who would descend upon them in a manner not dissimilar to a catastrophic landslide but they simply do not know
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