NSFT. 26, she/her, chubby. UTC-5. Horny explicit sideblog for Shabby. 🔞MDNI. Suggestive posts on main, explicit posts here. monsterfucking, breeding, CNC. Fanfics will be published without notice or consistency, as per usual
also hot take but i think all those realistic dildos in human skin tones should have other colour options too because 1. why is it just white penis and black penis there's so many more types of people 2. where's my green penis ?
I don't think I've ever said this before, but my banner is an actual text screenshot between my brother and I. I have him blocked because we're both bisexual monsterfuckers who peruse similar tags (he has shown me nsft shitposts he's made) (they're funny) (but also ☝️ I'm not going to read smut by my brother) (and thus we don't interact on here)
Multiple times he’s lifted up your skirt in public so he could nose your clothed cunt and lick you through your panties.
When you’re home he’s practically glued to you, begging to knot your fat pussy because “that helps him sleep the best”.
You don’t get to cover up your tummy around him, he NEEDS to bury his face in your soft belly and cuddle with you. He’s so damn clingy that people get worried when they don’t see him hanging off of you.
He’s been eager to knock you up, every time his knot swells inside of you he coos and rubs your bulging belly, saying that this one will work for sure, you’ll give him a whole litter…
The silken sheets of the bed provided a far better rest than what the servant's quarters had offered. Granted, you were also sharing space with the barracks for the guards. You were allowed a sleeping schedule of mostly your own choosing, rather than whenever all those around you had to arise for training. Of course, mostly was the key word. The chief of the Gerudo still controlled most of your day.
Different freedoms were exchanged. Freely roaming was denied as you were more expected to remain at his side. There was no such thing, a day away from being his lover. Finer clothing decorated you, but your choice was even more limited to whatever he picked for you. Golden jewellery covered you. You felt more like a doll than a lover, but… You were free from cleaning, you supposed. In a sense, you had traded a prison for a gilded cage.
You sat in his lap. Your head laid on his shoulder as he discussed various things with his elite guards. It was pointless to listen in – they were speaking in the language of the Gerudo. You barely understood it. Naila had attempted to give you lessons, but it was difficult to keep them consistent with your schedules. It had been rare now that you had a moment alone to spare. Her gaze was still filled with pity towards you. The pulse under your ear was calming.
Slowly, the world around you disappeared.
Darkness remained for a moment…
Then, you found yourself lying in the verdant hills around your home village. The sun was high overhead, but the heat was bearable as a wind swayed the grass and trees. It felt picturesque. The farmland growing endless crop for summer seasons. Melons, tomatoes, peppers… Dinner would be pleasant, no doubt. A tree bearing fruit was surrounded by children. You felt at peace as you laid back in the grass.
You were home.
“… ke up,” a voice called to you. Shaking your head, you kept your eyes firmly closed. Your body then shook in reply. “Wake up!” a firm voice echoed in your ears. You opened your eyes. Ganondorf had moved you to be before his eyes. You yawned. The dry heat of the desert surrounded you again. Gone was the temperate climate of your dreams. “… You started crying,” he brought a large, calloused hand to your cheek and wiped away a fallen tear, “What were you dreaming of?”
You swallowed. Answering that was risky. He wanted something, though. Not answering him may make him angry. What could you say? Home…? That might truly make him rage. It was understood by you that the Gerudo held envy towards the lands of Hyrule. You would rather not invoke that envious rage. A better answer came to mind. The past. He seemed to nod when you gave that as your answer.
“… There is no need to seem so afraid,” Ganondorf brought your forehead against his own, “You are the most precious gem that I have ever held.” The words made your heart flutter. It was difficult to tell what you were to him. Your eyes closed once more. Being precious to him felt like the best position you could hold, as it were. A kiss was pressed to your lips. Hands trailed over your body.
~
“… You wish to attend a trip to the bazaar?” Ganondorf cocked up a brow at your words. It was a risky game you played once more. That bazaar held one of your worst memories, but it also became your idea of an escape. As days passed, you grew more and more homesick. It mattered not how you had come to fit into the society of the Gerudo or how you apparently held such an enviable position. Pure desperation had overtaken your mind for familiarity.
You stood before him as he sat on the throne. He leaned on his arm, seemingly bored. Nodding at his question, he closed his eyes. “Allow you to return to a place that nearly resulted in your death?” he scoffed, “Why do you even wish to go there? Request anything you desire, and I'll have it brought to you.” You stiffened. Of course, he would be suspicious. Anything you could want – or even if you did not want – was given to you. It was apparently a common love language amongst the Gerudo. The golden pieces with precious gems that decorated you certainly reflected that.
A possible idea crossed your mind. Something that could sway him. Speaking it, he opened his eyes to gaze at you. Those molten gold irises… You prayed to whatever goddess would hear for this to work. “… A date…?” he repeated the word, “You wish for us to go together?” You explain that it was common for Hylians to do so as an activity as a couple. He seemed intrigued a bit. Sitting up properly, he really appeared to give it some thought. All you could do was scream internally for him to say yes. “I suppose,” he allowed an oddly endearing smile to cross his lips, “It would not hurt to check in on things there.”
Excitement burned in your stomach.
Then you realised his entire squad of personal guards would be attending.
~
The bazaar was much as you recalled it. Many merchants and travellers swarmed about, as it was the only true reprieve and trading destination in the desert. Well, for men. You had learnt, despite the rarity of it occurring, outsider women did visit Gerudo Town. Some merchants even took their goods straight to the town. These events were rarer and rarer with rising tensions, apparently. The rumours of the usurping plans certainly made many wish to avoid the territory as a whole.
Ganondorf was approached by a few of the denizens who remained at the bazaar. Discussions followed about various things occurring while you wandered off. It was a request that you had Naila join the party of guards as your personal guard. She followed behind you carefully. There were some strange looks you got from fellow Hylians likely due to your attire. A long veil was over you to help protect your skin from the sun. Your Hylian skin was more prone to damage, as the chief had said. Naila trailed closer to you, giving a harsh look towards any who seemed to make faces at you.
“… Hmph,” a huff came from her, “I can only hope that is envy of your beauty rather than disgust.” You knew the latter was far more likely. Plans to get away needed to be executed carefully. It would be difficult to, but this really felt like a now or never to return to your homeland. Before anything could occur, your name was called out. Ganondorf looked none too pleased by how far you had wandered away. Naila led you back to him, barely giving you room to protest.
“What were you wishing to do here?” he asked, holding a bit of suspicion in his tone. The looks from the merchants felt too intense. You tried to hide in your veil. The discomfort did not go unnoticed by him. He glanced out. A sneer came across his face. You reacted faster than you expected and grasped his hand. His gaze returned to you. The hand was far larger than your own. You spoke about seeing if they had in Hylian attire for sale. A brow lifted at that, but you explained that you missed the familiarity of it. He nodded and had a guard search around at the goods. You felt relieved he had calmed down.
The two of you stood around the oasis. Greenery softly spread out almost cautiously from the banks, and tall palms hovered to provide shade from the hot sun. A few sat in the water. You watched as the light sparkled atop the serene pond. Ganondorf kept you close, but you opted against caring. Your escape plans were already seeming impossible. Maybe you should just be honest with him. You glanced at him. His arms were crossed over his chest. Lips were pulled into a stern expression as his eyes gazed forward at the expanse of the desert just beyond the sanctity of the oasis.
This was all he had ever known.
You wondered a bit about him, but were too afraid to ask anything. Naila had informed you of superstition revolving around male Gerudo. As culturally revered as they may have seemed, you could tell there must have been many issues that he faced. Did his mother try to kill him? You wondered that since being informed of rumours and the bad omens. It seemed they continued to follow him around, as well.
Moving closer to him, you leaned against his side. Maybe you were easier to approach as an outsider. He was far from the only man you had encountered, after all. Possibly, your lack of feelings about men being one way or another were something that he needed. While you feared him, it was clearly not in relation to anything but the power he held. You took the moment to mumble about being homesick. He turned his head to look down at you.
“… I see,” he spoke quietly, “I suppose all the jewels and treasure I could provide are nothing to the gentle wind and abundant nature Hyrule can naturally hold.” His hand suddenly caught your wrist as he pulled you into him. “I have no intention of allowing you to leave me all the same,” Ganondorf's tone grew forceful. Your stomach acid burned the lining as fear consumed you. His hand caught your chin. You felt the burning glare of a Hylian merchant nearby as his lips pressed to your own.
~
The days passed all the same.
But, you enjoyed the dress that had been acquired for you. It was a typical dress among Hylian women, but you felt excited to don clothing of your homeland again. Albeit, only in the privacy of Ganondorf's quarters. It seemed he was not a fan of you wearing it around the town. He allowed you more freedoms since the trip to the bazaar. The town was once again a place for you to explore.
The locals were far more open to you, too. It seemed that being at their chief's side almost made them view you as being a member of them. A few children approached you to ask about your travels after overhearing you speak with the innkeeper about having been all over. Her interest in your time in the hot springs was notes. The kids much preferred your tales of overcoming obstacles to reach your goals.
There was a certain whimsy in the days. Returning to the palace was comforting, too. Naila would often chat with you whenever she was available, while Ganondorf came around to find you when he decided you needed to return to his side. Feeling more like a person than a prisoner truly had made you feel more comfortable in the town. It seemed your lover had taken notice, too.
“Do you still feel homesick?” he questioned one evening as you laid in bed together. An arm was around your waist, holding you to him. He was warm within the cool desert nights. Somehow, it always ended with pressed against him. You could not deny a yearning to return to the familiarity of Hyrule, but… Slowly, these desolate lands were truly becoming your home. Saying that to him, he let out a hum. “… As you should,” he replied, “Your place is here now.”
A following day, at some point, you found yourself exploring an alleyway of the town where a sole door stood with little around. It was quiet with barely any traffic. Even the kids seemed apathetic to this area. Just what was it…? You shook your head and continued your exploration. Apparently, Naila had offered you up as a guest teacher into Hyrulean courting and dating.
When you finally found your way there, you found that time passes quickly as you rambled about whatever you could recall. Many of the Gerudo seemingly had strange understanding of Hylian culture. Correcting them only confused them further, but they all dutifully seemed to absorb your words. Naila, who had attended herself, was quite pleased with showing a friend of hers new information. It made you laugh. Everyone departed the classroom by the evening sun.
All but one.
A single person remained with you, watching you curiously. She was decorated in jewellery and seemingly bored. Bright, flamboyant eyeshadow and lipstick instantly held your attention. You unconsciously gave a polite smile as you went to excuse yourself. She called out your name, making you pause. “You mind coming with me?” Her hand rested on her hip, “… I, uh, have more questions. I felt a bit embarrassed asking them in the class.” You nodded. It was likely no danger. Besides, guards were all over. There was no need to worry.
Following behind her, she led you to that same neglected alleyway you had cut through earlier. She stood in front of the door and looked both ways. A careful knock in a specific pattern had the door open. She motioned you inside, to which you obeyed. The inside was a little cramped, but it led into a more open room with a shop. Two women stood inside… One who was returning behind the counter and another who was a Hylian. Long, white strands came from her head as she wore clothing typical of that from the Sheikah clan. Her eyes went wide at the sight of you. The Gerudo who led you here leaned against the wall.
“Was this the Hylian vai that you were looking for?” she asked. The Sheikah blinked a few times and looked you over.
“… I guess she matches the description,” she nodded, “Hello, I'm Mie.” Her expression became far kinder when facing you. You nodded. “I… Was informed by a trusted source that you were possibly falsely charged with a crime,” she began. Your heart began to race. She pressed her hands together and smiled amicably. “I'm here to help you get back to Hyrule,” the explanation made you distressed. Confusion rushed through you.
Desperately, you wished to return home more than anything. But… Was that a smart decision? You would give up the life you had built here. Of course, you had not been here so long that it was impossible to detach yourself from it. Mie seemed to notice your thinking. Her brows furrowed together. “Hey, look, there's no need to overthink it,” her hand suddenly caught your own, “Don't you miss your home?”
You did. As much as you had come to enjoy your days here… Part of your heart still held a desire for travelling. Besides, it was not as if you could not ever return, right? You nodded. A sigh left her. She turned to thank the Gerudo who had brought you here and the one who allowed the space. “Alright, ready to go, then?” Mie asked. Taking in a sharp breath, you blinked. Right now…? The question left you. She nodded. “Of course, there's not a moment to lose,” her cheerfulness was a bit abrasive. “… Really, there isn't. Come on. There's more blind spots at night.”
Suddenly, you were whisked into typical Sheikah clothing she had brought with her and styled with a wig by the fashionable Gerudo. Walking out from the shop, you both headed towards an exit of the settlement. The guards barely cared to give you both more than a glance as she led you expertly into the desert. She was faster and more experienced than you had expected in travelling through the sands. It was nearly on par with the Gerudo themselves.
Eventually, you both reached a beginning of a highland. Mie brought you into a cavern that had supplies hidden inside. The sun was beginning to rise at that point. Whatever trance you had been in finally broke. This would enrage Ganondorf. Worrying then was forced away as you laid down on the thin blanket to rest. The rest of your travel would be made at night once more. Mie seemed unable to rest, though.
Somehow, you fell asleep.
Then, Mie woke you up. The sun had set once more. You groaned at how your back felt from sleeping on the hard surface. A soft mattress went missed now. She packed a few things and led you once again into the highlands. A simple explanation that the region would give way to a part of Hyrule. Her intentions were to lead you back to Castle Town, but you asked for your home village. She was bewildered for a moment. “… I suppose so, yes,” was the reply you got.
The journey was rough, but nothing that you had not faced on your travels. Mie was impressed by your stamina and judgement. A discussion about your travels came up, which made her gasp at how you had been around. You smiled when you told her of your intentions to restart it after recovering. The Sheikah encouraged you.
By the time you reached the village, you felt an odd camaraderie with her. Yet, she had places to be. Mie wished you well before she departed.
Your old neighbours were shocked to see you once more. They all questioned where you had gone. Something like a smug feeling overcame you at all the attention and admiration for your ambitious nature. It felt unending with the inquiries, but you managed to explain your exhaustion before popping in at your family home to rest.
A week had passed before you found yourself with an urge to see the world once more. There was only so much lounging one could do in the shade of a fruit tree. Though, as you sought out supplies at the general store, you heard gossip from a travelling merchant with a bored housewife.
“Is that true?! How terrifying,” she remarked, shaking her head. The merchant nodded.
“It is,” he sighed, “I doubt it will have any bearing on this village, though. Well, besides the young men.”
Your curiosity was piqued. The housewife waved her hand at you when you asked what they were chatting about.
“Oh, those horrid desert-dwellers!” the term she used had you biting your tongue, “Apparently their chief thinks he can just accuse our royal family of things and make demands! A war is going to happen, I swear.” The merchant shook his head.
“If I were that stupid girl, I would go before the king and apologise before going back to them,” the merchant huffed, “What was she thinking?” Your eyes went wide. Horror consumed you. No. It could not be. The housewife noticed your expression.
“Oh, dearie,” she placed a hand on your shoulder, “Don't be so afraid! I'd put those travel plans of yours on pause, though. Staying here would be wise.” The merchant nodded.
“Yeah, lass, it's best you remain here,” he agreed, “Unless you're that girl! Haha, doubt that.” The housewife laughed along with him as you stepped away.
As you headed to the edge of the village, you spied Mie again. This time, she looked less than pleased. You gazed at her knowingly.
“… The king would like to discuss something with you,” she met your eyes, “This… was not an expected thing, I'll be honest.”
You would go with her, of course.
Causing a war was the last thing you wished to do.
The grandiose stature of the castle had your breath caught in your chest.
Mie led you expertly, seemingly deeply familiar with the location. You grew more curious about just who she was. Guards glanced at you yet made no moves to halt your actions. They seemed to know who the Sheikah was. You were guided through the halls until you reached a large room. A throne was in the middle of it, while banners hung proudly on the wall depicting the Triforce.
An older man with a regal aura sat upon the throne. A crown sat heavily atop his head. Azure eyes took you in. Mie cleared her throat. “… This is the woman who was taken by the Gerudo,” she explained. The king nodded. He sighed at the sight of you.
“I see,” he nodded. You tensed up. The guards gazed at you. Everyone's eyes seemed to instantly lock onto you. What was this? You tried to make yourself small. Harsh judgement was placed upon you. “You have made quite a stir,” he shook his head, “May I ask for details as to your time with the Gerudo?” You swallowed.
The details easily came from you to a certain point. There was a certain wisdom that occurred to that being entirely truthful may result in some kind of charge that might come from interloping in a sense. Though, as you recounted, it was strangely difficult to be any sort of hostile towards Ganondorf. No matter the situation that had brought you to him – you had been truly happy within the final period of your stay there. You were never mistreated or left to suffer. The king nodded along with your words.
“… The chief of the Gerudo is someone we have sought better relations with,” he spoke after you finished, “It has been exceedingly difficult. Their distrust of outsiders and refusal to swear fealty to Hyrule has caused endless problems.” You listened to him carefully. A recollection of a previous question asked to you by Ganondorf came to mind. What did you think of those lands... You wondered if they were simply on edge by having a territory nearby that viewed themselves as entirely equal and risked war over whatever sleight they might feel was inflicted onto them.
But, there was pride that the Gerudo held. Pride that Ganondorf himself had. You knew they would despise having another kingdom lording over them. Especially one that might not have been so understanding of the cultural differences that arose. “… It is believed by the Gerudo that you were abducted,” he continued, “From what I have been informed of, you were apparently a happy wife to their chief. There was no chance you would depart of your own volition.” Your cheeks burned red at the words. Wife? You would not say something so bold. Whatever romantic relationship was shared certainly had not been sealed as a marriage.
“I have invited the chief of the Gerudo here for a meeting,” the king's intense expression made you tense, “You will remain here until then.”
The unspoken part of that – in the dungeons – left you distressed.
There were talks of you being a spy or something similar, despite nothing of the sort being true. You felt utterly frustrated that one single event had led to your life becoming such a madness incarnate.
A few days passed with little fanfare or occurrence. You were fed regularly and allowed a pot to piss in but little else. It was somehow the worst experience of your life. At least when you nearly died in the desert, you had passed out after going lucid. Guards paid you little mind, apart from a few who jeered at you for being a traitor. That bothered you immensely. Other prisoners ignored you.
It was shocking when the door opened, and you had your hands bound. A guard led you to a washroom where a female servant was waiting. Your clothing was stripped away by her as the guard stepped out. She helped you into a basin of cold water and worked to scrub away any dirt and grime that clung to you from your time in the cell. You shivered from the frigid temperature. Hands lathered your hair with shampoo before a cup drew the water to rinse it out. Before you knew it, you were free of the bath and dried off by a towel.
The servant was a stern older woman. Her face was frozen in a pleasant smile, but her eyes held a certain annoyance that could not be missed. “… They didn't say how to dress her,” she grumbled as she went back and forth on a few dresses. You felt embarrassed. First you were bathed like a child, and now you were left with only a towel to cover yourself. She eventually picked one. It was your least liked colour. A protest gained you a glare. Biting your lip, you allowed her to help you into the top and underskirt before adding the actual skirt and a cover. She carefully styled your hair. In the end, you seemed dressed up far too well for your status.
The guard came in to take you once more. Your heart raced in your chest. What was all this? The dim path out of the dungeons saw grimy brick become polished stone. Your binds were discarded at that point. Led into a main passage, you were basically encased by a team of royal guards while being led somewhere. They stopped before a set of large doors. Familiar ones.
They opened to reveal the throne room.
Gerudo guards stood along the wall as a familiar figure stood speaking to the king. Your eyes went wide. A call for the king came from one of the guards. His attention landed on them. Silence permeated for a moment.
“Ah, see,” he motioned them to reveal you, “Is the girl you claim we stole away?” You stood stiffly as golden eyes took you in. His glare was far more terrifying than any monster you had faced in your entire journey. A Gerudo guard stepped forth, but Ganondorf raised a hand to stop her. Despite the veil over her mouth, you knew exactly who it was. Naila's expression was nothing but worry.
“… My bride,” Ganondorf corrected. You felt your cheeks grow warm by his words. Bride? You could not recall agreeing to that. Protesting it was the furthest thing in your mind, however. Something unconsciously had you bolt from the group of guards to his side. The king was shocked by your action. Ganondorf's hand rested on your back. “I understand you claim she returned here of her own volition,” his tone was controlled. Lips held in an unreadable expression.
The king nodded. “You had her held in your custody under charges that were false,” the Hyrulean noble's expression was just as unreadable, “We merely were rescuing one of our people.” There was a fire burning within Ganondorf's eyes. It was anxiety inducing. “… Are you truly his bride of your own will?” The question was directed at you.
Swallowing, it seemed wise to play this smart. You nodded. The king was taken aback by that. Ganondorf turned his attention back to the king. He wore heavy armour – much unlike anything you had seen him take to in the desert. His skin was almost entirely covered. “Why is that so shocking?” he sneered, “Whatever the means are that brought us together, if she wishes to remain among my people, I will allow it.”
The king opened his mouth to say something, but quickly silenced himself. Perhaps he realised how risky it was to use you as a bargaining chip.
“… Do you wish to return?” He asked.
You nodded.
Anything to get away from here.
~
It was late when the travelling party came across the bazaar. The inn naturally offered a free stay for the group. You had mostly been silent for the journey. The clothing you had been forced in were shed in favour of something that had been prepared for you. The bed was much more comfortable than the horseback that had been used most of the day.
Ganondorf shed away the heavy armour to remain in a lighter, breathable fabric. He had not spoken to you. You had dared not say a word to anyone. It was foolish what you had done. But when forced with causing a war or simply returning to the Gerudo territory? The latter was an obvious choice. Your time in Hyrule had soured things, too.
“… Why did you leave?” his voice called out.
You froze. His gaze was locked onto you. There was no chance that you were getting away from this without an answer. A simple answer of missing your home and travels were given. He nodded. Sitting on the bed, you placed your hands in your lap. He came to rest beside you. His hand grasped your chin and made you look at him once more.
“I am a possessive being,” he admitted, “I was fully ready to attack them for taking something that I had claimed.” His face hovered over yours. “You are to remain with me,” his lips were far too close, “I will make this place your home so you never think of that kingdom of abundance again.”
His lips pressing to yours silenced any protests that you might have held.
It was filled with passion as your lips danced against one another before he laid you back against the soft mattress.
“I would tear everything asunder if it meant I could have you,” Ganondorf threatened, “Maybe I still will. Should that heart of yours still crave Hyrule, I will make it my own.”
You understood entirely that you were not ever going to be away from him again.
Warning: This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. Discretion is advised.
– Chapter 1 –
You moved forwards, pushing past the sheer agony radiating from your exhausted limbs. Not so much running, but more so stumbling.
It’d be over soon.
That’s all you could tell yourself as the roasting heat beat down on you. The blistering sun had long since taken its toll – your skin cracked, red raw and flaking off in thick chunks.
You could hardly breathe, your tongue swollen up, barely able to move against the roof of your mouth. You could no longer swallow for the life of you.
It was dry, ever so dry.
Your airways and ears were half clogged with sand as the wind whipped the substance around you. And the only noise you could still hear was the sluggish beat of your heart, fighting to pump life force through your veins.
How long had you been at this? Hours? Days?
Your brain was too hazy with the lack of water and nourishment to recall.
Eyesight blurring and lungs burning you eventually collapsed onto the sizzling sand, the grains searing your thinning skin like a thousand tiny knives.
A pitiful whimper escaped your parched lips as your vision began to dim at the edges, all around you yellow and blue.
Just yellow and blue.
Darkness slowly enveloped your being like you’d hoped.
This was the end.
Peace. No more pain, no more fear. It was over.
Finally.
ΔΔΔ
The moon was high overhead, casting a silver glow over the endless dunes of the Gerudo Desert. The sand crunched beneath Ganondorf's feet as he walked his evening stroll, his piercing gold eyes naturally scanning the horizon for any sign of intruders.
His robes billowed behind him in the now-icy wind, the insufferable heat of the day forgotten for a few hours until the sun rose once more.
His Kingdom of hot and cold – such harsh conditions he’d become accustomed to since his youth. But soon, soon he’d have far more than this pittance.
The suffering of his people would come to an end any day now.
His crusade against Hyrule had begun this past moon, with his warrior’s surging their borders, killing every soldier they came across and forcing every village they conquered to bend a knee. If they did not... well... they would meet the wrath of the Gerudo blade.
A heavy sigh escaped him, his breath visible in a misty cloud as he exhaled. His power was great, yes. But more could still be sought. More and more until he became like the very sun that scorched above and burnt their cities to cinders. Only when the mark of the Gerudo was cemented upon the land of Hyrule would anything dare grow again.
As he crested a particularly large dune, he spotted an unfamiliar shape in the distance. Hardly the curled up resting form of a desert dwelling creature.
Curiosity piqued, he strode towards it, the bottom of his feet sinking deeply into the sandy terrain from his weight. As he drew closer, he noticed it was a humanoid form, half-buried in the sand and dressed in tattered greying Hyrulean attire. If that didn’t give away their race, the large, pointed ears would.
A Hylian.
Ganondorf stopped a short distance away, his eyes narrowing as a hand went to the hilt of his sword. One of them and in his land no less.
Bold.
As he stood there, looming, a cloud above drifted letting the light of the moon stream down revealing her features. Clearly a Vai with vermillion sun-scorched skin that seemed to hang from her bones.
Her body seemed almost chiselled by the cruel winds of the desert, her cheekbones grazed. Her hair matted with grains of sand clinging to the strands.
Her chest barely moved, her breathing shallow and rattling, but she was alive. And judging by her condition, not for much longer. She'd likely been lost in the desert for days.
Although, this kind of starvation didn't occur over a matter of days. For that he was certain.
The cold and night would likely be the final nail in her coffin – if the demons of the desert didn't find her first.
"An enemy, lost and alone in my domain. How... amusing." His lips curled into a wicked smile as he considered her fate. "Perhaps I should let the desert claim you, like a wounded animal? Or slash your throat and let your blood dye the sand crimson?”
He laughed to himself, a low, menacing sound as he kicked her over onto her back, sand dusting up as she settled once more. She made no movements aside from a small unconscious splutter.
He crouched down beside her, his eyes glinting as he studied her withering form further, taking in her sunken shadowed eyes; the way her bones jutted out from her skin, the sharp lines of her collarbones and ribs visible even under the tattered remnants of her cloth. Her belly was concave, her hips sharp as blades. He could see the pulse fluttering in her neck, like a small bird struggling to free itself from a snare.
It was a truly pitiful sight.
Ganondorf leaned in, his nostrils flaring as he drew in a breath, inhaling the scent of her burnt skin, the acrid tang of sweat and desperation clinging to her. He reached out, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he tilted her head to one side, baring her neck.
He wondered what’d occur if her eyes were to flutter open, and witness the shock and fear when she realized where she was, who was beside her, and what he might do to her.
"Well, well, what should I do with you... hm? You're a long way from home, little Vure."
The demon king's fingers lingered on her throat, feeling the faint pulse there and the delicate bones beneath the thin layer of skin.
He could end her so easily, snuff out her life with a simple squeeze, a twist of his wrist.
He could. But...
There was something else. A different sort of amusement to be had here.
Perhaps it was the cruel satisfaction he knew he would get from watching her beg for her life, or the pleasure of breaking her spirit before ending her. Whatever the reason, Ganondorf decided to let her live... for now.
"Perhaps you have information I could use. About Hyrule's defences. Their weaknesses. The movements of their armies. Or... you could serve another purpose, one that would give me far greater satisfaction than simply killing you."
With a huff, he reached down and grabbed the Vai, hoisting her easily over his shoulder. He rose to his full height once more, the slight weight of her body nothing to his immense frame.
The sand shifted under him as he began the trek back to Gerudo Town, letting his long strides eat up the distance with ease.
The moon cast long shadows across the dunes as he went, the unconscious Hylian hanging limply, her head jostling against his muscular back.
The first sensation was a cosy warmth encompassing you – a stark contrast to the searing heat that had consumed you prior.
Then came the smell: incense and spices, the scent of clean linens mixed with something else, something metallic and sharp like blood.
Your eyes fluttered open, the lids feeling unimaginably heavy and gritty as the world swam into focus slowly, the dim light of the room burning your retinas.
You were on something soft and for a panicked moment you thought you were back there. Back in that alcove hidden away from the world, but no.
You weren’t.
The room was far too large. Not to mention decorated in rich reds and golds of luxury.
A fire burned in a hearth nearby, casting dancing shadows that played tricks on your vision and the sound of water ran nearby.
What... where in the world were you?
How?
Was this a dream?
Your throat still felt like it was filled with sand and a dry cough escaped your lips, shaking in your chest.
Everything hurt, a deep, bone-aching pounding pain that made you gasp.
Even the thought of moving an inch was too much.
Your glazed eyes continued to roam weakly, catching on your wrists. Only for your stomach to drop...
They were encircled by thick golden manacles, connected by a chain leading to some unknown place out of your sightline.
You were a prisoner?
Again.
The realization sent a jolt of pure terror through you, your heart racing as adrenaline dumped into your system despite your body's exhaustion.
The metallic smell was coming from you. Your wrists were bandaged beneath the cuffs, a dark red seeping through the off-white cloth.
You tried to sit up, a pathetic mewling sound escaping your lips as pain lanced through your entire body, your muscles protesting the movement. Your arms shook with the effort, and you collapsed back onto the bedding – defeated.
The sound of a chair scraping against stone then echoed through the room, and you froze, your eyes wide as a wide figure rose, unfolding to an impressive height.
The light from the fire caught the red of his hair, making it look like a flame itself as he turned to face you, his eyes pools of molten gold in the dimness.
He moved with an unsettling grace, crossing the room until he stood looming over the bed where you lay prone.
"Awake at last, little Vure. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever open those alluring eyes of yours." His voice was a deep rumble, like distant thunder, carrying an accent you couldn't quite place.
He reached out, his large hand cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he studied your face with an intensity that made you want to squirm away.
But you didn't have the strength.
Not now.
Perhaps never again.
"Rest easy. You are in no condition to be moving about. The desert took quite a toll on you. Though I suspect your condition predates your little stroll through my sands."
Your breath hitched. This was truly real.
You were still breathing...
Still alive...
And now another man had you...
Tears tried to pool in your eyes but only made your head throb harder.
This wasn’t fair. Why did fate have it out for you? You didn’t think you could take anymore of this horrid life.
"Why... can't I die?" You asked weakly, your voice a pathetic rasp.
Ganondorf's smile widened, a flash of white teeth in the dark.
"Oh, I have no doubt you'll wish for death many times before I'm through with you."
His large hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had managed to escape.
His skin felt hot against yours, almost feverish.
"Such despair in those eyes. It's... intoxicating. I could drink from it for days." His voice dropped to a low murmur, "You truly have no idea who I am, do you? No idea what fate has delivered you to."
He straightened up, turning away from you to pour a something red from a decanter on a nearby table.
The firelight shone off the red liquid as he swirled it, the distinct sweet smell of a hearty Elixir filling the air.
"I am Ganondorf Dragmire, King of the Gerudo. I am the rightful ruler of this desert. And soon... all of Hyrule will bow to me. And you, my lost little Vure, are now in my gilded cage."
Your eyes widened significantly at his declaration. The... Gerudo King? They had a king? Since when? Weren’t The Gerudo a female-only race?
He turned back to you, that smirk still tugging on his lips like a smug cat as he caught the look of dawning horror on your face. "Ah, so you've heard of the Gerudo. Good. Then you know what kind of people we are."
“But you’re...” Your eyes flickered down his broad body, lingering on the large pectorals that couldn’t be mistaken for breasts.
Ganondorf let out a booming laugh, the sound echoing in the chamber. "Observant, aren't we? Yes, I am a rarity. The only male Gerudo born in a century. Fated to rule the people.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, the cup almost nearing her lips now.
"Now, be a good little prisoner and drink this. It will ease the pain.”
He pressed the rim of the cup against your scarred lips, the scent of the elixir now overwhelming your senses - rich and thick with a fruity undertone.
Your stomach churned at the thought of consuming anything, especially something offered by this man.
But your thirst was all-consuming, your throat sore and screaming for any kind of moisture.
And when the liquid touched your lips, you couldn't help but part them slightly, allowing a small amount to trickle into your mouth.
It was warm and viscous, like blood, and had a strange sweetness that was almost cloying. As it slid down your throat, a warmth spread through your chest, the pain in your limbs and head slowly beginning to dull.
The relief was so immense that you drank greedily, despite the situation, despite the man who held the cup.
Ganondorf watched you intently as you did, his eyes missing nothing – the way your throat worked as you swallowed, the slight relaxation of your features as the healing properties took effect, the flicker of your eyelashes as you finally opened your eyes again.
Once the cup was empty, he set it aside on the nightstand with a thunk.
“You can have the rest in a few hours.”
“Food...” you slurred, struggling to keep your eyes open.
Ganondorf raised an eyebrow, scoffing.
"Food? No. You're in no condition to have that yet. You're lucky I gave you the elixir at all. Your current state will take much time to remedy.”
He leaned in close again, his hand resting on the pillow beside your head, effectively trapping you in place, not that you could move much anyway.
The musky scent of him invaded your nose, like skin and fine oils you didn't know the names of.
"You were starved long before you entered my desert, Vai. Your bones show through your skin. Your muscles have wasted away to non-existence. Food is not an option for you until I say so."
"Why...? Why help..." You uttered, perplexed beyond belief that someone such as him would take interest in you.
"Help?" Ganondorf let out a scoff, the sound grating in the quiet room. "Is that what you think this is? Help?"
His eyes zeroed in on yours, his breath hot on your face, the smell of alcohol stinging your airways.
His other hand moved to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it lightly, not squeezing, merely resting as a reminder to how easily he could snuff you out.
"You were trespassing on my lands. By all rights, I should have left you for the sand seals or the moldulga. Or better yet, slit your throat and been done with it."
He felt the tremble that ran through her body at his touch, the way her pulse fluttered wildly against his fingertips where they rested.
He enjoyed it, enjoyed the fear he could in still with a simple touch, the way she recoiled from him despite being too weak to even lift her head.
It was a delicious feeling, this power he had over her, this complete and utter control.
"But then I thought... a Hylian, here, in my desert? And a Vai? How interesting. It’d be a waste to let you be eaten when there’s so much potential for... entertainment."
His voice dropped an octave – his lips practically kissing your ear.
"So I brought you here. To my fortress. To my bed. To see what secrets you hold of Hyrule. And when I've learned all there is to know about you, when you've served your purpose of entertaining me...perhaps I will grant you the mercy of a quick death. Wouldn't that be nice?"
You weren’t taken by surprise at that. You’d been expecting as much.
But the promise of a bed and sustenance until the end was not a bad fate in your hazy mind.
“You’ll keep me well and warm? Yes?”
Ganondorf's lips quirked into a slow, sadistic smile, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Well and warm?" he repeated before chuckling, the sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned back slightly, his hand still resting lightly on your throat.
"How... quaint. Yes, little Vai, I will keep you 'well and warm'. After all, a toy must be cared for if it is to last. You will have food, water, shelter. All the basic necessities. Perhaps even some comforts, if you please me.” His hand finally left your throat, trailing down your chest, over your collarbone, to rest on your sternum. “But remember, this is not kindness. This is merely... maintenance. You are a possession now, nothing more. And I always take excellent care of my possessions."
Even for what it was, it promised more than your previous life. And under a King’s watch you hoped it’d be near impossible to be taken by HIM again.
You gave a small nod. Agreeing.
At least your final days would not be just pure suffering now.
He could see it in your eyes – the flicker of resignation mixed with a spark of... something else. Acceptance? Perhaps even a twisted sense of relief?
It was fascinating.
He'd expected more tears, more begging, more pathetic pleas for freedom. But this... this quiet acceptance was somewhat intriguing.
"You've known hardship before, haven't you?" he mused, his thumb brushing the underside of what remained your breast, "Your body tells a story of neglect, of suffering. Perhaps this cage of mine will be a welcome change from whatever hell you've escaped."
He watched you closely, studying your reaction to his words, the way your eyes darted away from his, the slight tightening of your jaw.
"Tell me, Vai. What horrors have you known? What could possibly make the thought of being chained to my bed seem... preferable?"
You swallowed hard, feeling his gaze like a physical weight on your skin. The memories he spoke of were vague but ones you desperately wanted to keep buried, to lock away and forget. But there was something about the way he looked at you, a concentration that made you feel like he could see right through you, as if he could pluck the truth from within your very mind.
"My father...his mind became ill after mother's death. He refused to let me leave him..." You murmured.
Ganondorf's eyes narrowed as you spoke, his gaze burning into your very soul. He could see the pain reflected there, the deep-seated memories that still lingered. It was almost palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
"Ah, a tragic tale, I see." He eventually admitted – voice was a low purr, a soothing sound that almost opposed the cruelty in his eyes. "The loss of a loved one, it can drive a man mad, can't it? But you're safe now Vai. You'll have no more to fear... from your father, at least."
His words were laced with an unspoken threat, a vibrant reminder of the new reality you now faced.
"Sleep now, little prisoner. We will... continue this conversation later."
And with that, he pulled away, leaving you alone in the darkness, your mind reeling with the weight of his words and the uncertain future that lay before you.
You were too exhausted to care about anything he said anyway. The elixir had made you drowsy and heavy.
Your eyes fluttered closed, and within moments, you were pulled into the merciful embrace of sleep, the soft pillow cradling your head with more comfort you’d experienced in years.
The next few days passed in a blur. Your weakened body only waking for the essentials. Gentle hands maneuvering you, coating your raw skin in some sort of salve that eased the ache of sun damage.
You would occasionally wake to the sound of a woman's voice speaking in the Gerudo tongue you couldn't understand. She would clean your wounds, change your bandages, feed you small spoonfuls of broth that tasted faintly of herbs and meat, amongst the healing potions.
Ganondorf would be there too; he must have if this was his bedroom.
You weren't so sure if he was sleeping beside you though.
But you knew his presence was near.
You could smell him, the scent of musk and something strong like iron that seemed to cling to his skin.
You could feel the weight of his gaze upon you, even when your eyes were closed, a heavy, oppressive sensation that made your skin prickle with awareness.
It was unnerving, the way he seemed to take such an interest in you, a mere Hylian. What did he want with you? Why had he bothered to save you from the desert, only to chain you to his bed?
The questions swirled in your mind, a constant torment that followed you from sleep back into the waking world, and back again.
But as time furthered, your mind began to clear. The pain lessened. The fog lifted from your consciousness.
You could stay awake for longer periods, and you began to notice things you hadn't before: The ornate tapestries depicting scenes of battle and victory hanging from the sandstone walls.
The massive four-poster bed dominated the space, with silk sheets and plush pillows.
A fireplace that roared in one corner, casting a warm glow dancing across the room, keeping the chill of the desert night at bay.
Shelves lined with books, scrolls and ancient artifacts stood against one wall, while another held an assortment of weapons, from gleaming swords to wicked-looking daggers.
It was a room that spoke of power, wealth, and a taste for the finer things in life.
And you were now a part of it, a living, breathing ornament in the King's private chambers.
You had become aware of the woman attending to you more often now. She was older, perhaps in her fifties, with weathered skin and eyes that held a kindness that seemed out of place here. She spoke little, but her touch was gentle as she tended to you.
"Sav'otta, Vai." she would say softly, her voice like warm honey. "You must drink. You must heal."
You were too weak to do more than nod and smile, but you found yourself looking forward to her visits, to the brief respite she offered from the overwhelming presence of the King. She reminded you of your long dead mother; how she'd make special soup when you were sick as a child and nurse you back to health.
It was on, what must have been, the fifth day when her care was briskly interrupted.
You didn't need to look to know who it was. The air in the room seemed to change, becoming charged with an energy that spoke of power.
"Leave us."
The woman bowed her head and quickly exited the room, moving aside the crimson partition curtains with a soft swoosh.
You were alone with him again.
You heard his footsteps approach the bed, each thud of his feet on the stone floor echoing in the silence.
Ganondorf stopped beside the bed his large frame casting a shadow across your face.
He was dressed in his usual regal attire - adorned with the gold jewellery of a ruler.
His red hair was tied back in a low ponytail, revealing the sharp angles of his face.
He studied you in silence for a long moment, his expression unreadable.
"You look... better," he finally said, "Your cheeks finally have some colour. The bags under your eyes have faded somewhat. My hospitality agrees with you, it seems."
He reached out, his hand cupping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Are you feeling more... yourself, little Vure?"
You could hardly recall what feeling like yourself meant these days.
"Answer me," he commanded, his thumb brushing against your jawline. "I asked you a question."
He was not used to being ignored, and the slight edge in his voice made that clear.
You flinched, your eyes darting from his intense gaze. "I am... thank you." You answered, your voice still scratchy but clearer now.
"Ah come now. There's no need to be afraid," he said, "I won't harm you, not unless you give me reason to."
He let go of your chin, his hand trailing down your neck to rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against your collarbone.
"Since I have introduced myself it is only right you do the same. Tell me your name."
You hesitated, swallowing hard as you felt the weight of his grip on your shoulder, the heat of his skin seeping into yours.
He was ever so warm.
You hadn't been asked your name in years, and the request now felt foreign.
"My name?"
"Yes," Ganondorf repeated. "Your name. The one you were given at birth. The one your mother called you before she perished. I wish to know it. Unless you wish for me to continue calling you Vai or little Vure?"
"I... my name..." you whispered, but the words faltered. Mind blanking. All you could recall was your mother's name. That is what your father had taken to calling you after her death. But you knew that wasn't your name.
Your name seemed lost to time in your mind right then and the King’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.
"Ah, I see. Your memories are fractured, are they not? A consequence of your... previous life."
His thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles over a particularly tender spot of skin. You had to dig a nail into your palm to prevent yourself from squirming.
"No matter. A name is just a word. You will be whatever I choose to call you. For now, 'little Vure' will suffice."
"Vure..." You croaked, "What does it mean?"
"Curious, are you?" He leaned in closer, his golden eyes twinkling at the prosepect. "Vure... it means 'bird' in our tongue. A fitting name, don't you think? For a creature who was found fluttering helplessly in the desert, too weak to move. A bird with clipped wings, perhaps. Or one who has forgotten how to fly altogether."
He watched as your brow furrowed, a flicker of something – a little confusion; a little annoyance – crossing your face.
He found your reactions endlessly fascinating, the way your emotions played out so openly on your features. You were an open book, so easy to read compared to the courtiers and warriors he was used to dealing with.
"You dislike the name? Or perhaps you dislike the comparison?" He asked, his head tilted slightly as he studied you. "I meant no insult. Quite the opposite. Birds are remarkable creatures – resilient, adaptable, and surprisingly intelligent. They make grand pets once tamed."
His hand moved from your shoulder to your hair, his fingers tangling in the limp strands.
"You will learn to embrace the name. In time, you may even come to answer to it without hesitation. Now, sit up. It's time you saw more of your new home."
Without waiting for a response, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and hauled you into his arms, ignoring your weak gasp.
"There now. That wasn't so difficult, was it?" he said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watched you struggle to catch your breath, your head swimming from the sudden movement.
You hardly noticed as the blanket that'd been covering what was left of your modesty slipped free.
Ganondorf's gaze drifted downward, taking in the sight of your emaciated frame, the bruises that still marred your skin, the bandages wrapped around your torso.
His expression remained rather blank, but there was something in his golden eyes – something dark and hungry that made your blood run cold.
"Well there," he murmured, his voice thick with something you couldn't quite name. "The Gerudo healers have done well. Your wounds are healing nicely. But you are still so... thin. No matter. You will... fill out with time."
His eyes lingered on you a moment longer before he finally took his gaze away, turning toward a large window on the far side of the room.
"There is something you must see."
The metal chains attached to your limbs clinked as they unravelled with each step further from the bed.
He approached a set of heavy velvet curtains that covered what you assumed was a balcony, and with one hand, he pulled them back, revealing the bright light of sunrise.
The desert air rushed you, carrying with it the scent of sand and spices as the full majesty of his kingdom was revealed to you:
Below, a city of sandstone buildings and tents stretched out, all enclosed within towering walls.
Gerudo Town.
"Beautiful, is it not?" He murmured, his breath hot on your ear. "This is my domain. My people. And now, you are a part of it."
As you looked down you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with dread. The buildings were constructed from the same as his palace, blending seamlessly with the desert landscape. Marketplaces bustled with activity, the sounds of haggling and laughter carrying on the wind. Training grounds were filled with Gerudo warriors practicing with their bows and blades.
It was a town alive with energy and purpose, so different from the quiet isolation of your previous life.
"It is a sight." You uttered.
Your eyes dragged back to his face, held in a stern regal position as he surveyed his land.
You weren't sure what kind of ruler he was but that grin on his lips spoke of tyranny.
"It is, isn't it? And it will be mine for all eternity."
He looked down at you then, "And you, little Vure, will be here to witness it. You will see the rise of the Gerudo, the fall of Hyrule and the dawning of a new age."
You blinked at him, so that was the plan. Surely going along would lead to a swifter end, you just needed to know what he desired so you could complete the task and finally drift off into oblivion. A quick death like he'd spoken.
"I see...and what do you wish for me to do at your side, aside from bear witnesses?”
Ganondorf's lips curled up again.
"Ah, a practical question. I appreciate that."
He turned his trunk to face you fully, his one beefy arm still a solid band around you supporting your weight.
"Your purpose here is simple, little Vure. You will serve me. In whatever capacity I see fit. You will provide entertainment when I am bored. You will offer comfort when I am weary. You will be a sounding board for my thoughts, a vessel for my... frustrations. And return I'll keep you well and warm. In exchange for these... services, you will be protected. You will be fed. You will be clothed. You will have a roof over your head, far from the dangers of the desert and the monsters that prowl it."
He paused, his amber eyes searching your face for a reaction.
"And you'll end me swiftly once my use has run out?"
Ganondorf let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.
"So eager to discuss your own demise, Vai? How delightfully morbid. But yes, that shall be your reward once I tire of you. A fair exchange wouldn't you say? And who’s to say you won’t derive any pleasure from being by my side for your final days?"
You stared at him for a moment, eyes tracing the curve of his large nose.
Ganondorf watched the emotions flicker across your face – confusion, fear, perhaps a hint of resignation. He found it all utterly captivating.
"I can see the wheels turning in your head," he murmured, "You're calculating, aren't you? Weighing your options. Trying to determine if this... arrangement is preferable to the alternatives. Let me save you the trouble. There are no alternatives. Not for you. Not anymore. You belong to me now. The only choice you have is how you will serve me."
"I suppose that is obvious," you coughed weakly as a gust of wind drew in, "Perhaps I'm more so confused as to why me? What about your wife? I would have thought a king...”
Ganondorf's expression darkened at that, his proud gaze darkening with something that looked suspiciously like anger. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh just a little harder than before.
You winced silently.
"My wife?" he said, his voice suddenly cold, all traces of amusement gone. "I have none now. My wives of the past are dead."
He turned back to face the desert, the breeze ruffling his beard and lengthy hair.
"They were all... disappointments. Each and every one of them. Failed to be anything more than pretty decoration."
You flinched at the bitterness in his tone, the raw pain that was evident beneath the fury. This was a man who had known loss, known disappointment, and who had let it fester into something dark and twisted.
"So you see," he continued, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous, "I have concubines and I have pets. That is all..."
His gaze returned to you, his eyes burning into yours with a terrifying intensity.
"So perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was mere coincidence. Perhaps it's just a passing fancy of mine to hold your life in my hands until I decide to quash it from existence."
He fell silent after that, his gaze fixed on the horizon as the sun continued its ascent, shadows shortening across the desert landscape.
You were left to ponder his words, the implications of your new situation sinking in with a cold, dreadful certainty. You were a plaything. A novelty that would amuse him until you didn't, at which point your life would be extinguished as casually as one might snuff out a candle.
But your heart... It felt strangely alright with that. Nothing could be worse than what you'd already gone through.
"I understand." Your voice came out as a whisper, barely audible over the sound of the wind as you closed your eyes – listening to the strong thump of his heart beneath your ear.
Ganondorf's grip on you loosened after you spoke.
"Do you?" he muttered. "Do you truly understand what it means to belong to me? To have no will of your own, no future but the one I decide for you?"
He turned his head to look down at you, his golden eyes searching your face for any sign of deception.
"I do." You answered, eyes still shut tight. You had nothing left to give but submission.
He was silent for a long moment, studying you with a consideration that made something skitter up your spine.
Then, to your surprise, he let out a soft sigh, his breath warm on your face.
"Good. That will make things... simpler."
He adjusted his hold on you, shifting you slightly in his arms as he began to walk back toward the bedchamber. The heavy velvet curtains fell closed behind him, blocking out the sun and plunging the room back into a dim, warmth.
He approached the large, ornate bed that dominated the chamber, gently laying you down again.
Your body sank into the softness, a stark contrast to the hard, unforgiving surfaces you'd grown accustomed to during your previous imprisonment. It was still overwhelming – such simple comfort.
Ganondorf straightened as he looked down at your form sprawled across his bed. His golden eyes gleamed in the firelight, a thoughtful expression on his regal face.
"Rest now, little Vure," he said, "You will need your strength for what comes next. Prepare yourself, tonight I shall join you in bed."
With that ominous promise hanging in the air, Ganondorf turned and strode from the room, leaving you alone once more.
You could hear the sound of a heavy lock being turned on the other side of the door, a stark reminder that despite the comfort of the furs and the warmth of the fire, you were still very much a prisoner here.
Ganondorf paused on the other side of the door, his hand resting on the key he'd just used to lock her inside. He stood there for a long moment, his head tilted slightly as if listening for something – any sound of panic or protest from within the chamber.
But all was silent.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. Good. Fear was useful, but defiance was tiresome. Obedience, on the other hand... obedience was something to be rewarded.
He pocketed the key, the weight of it a comforting reminder of the absolute control he held. Then, with a purposeful stride, he made his way down the long, torch-lit corridor, his red robes billowing behind him.
His mind was already racing ahead to the tasks that awaited him. There were reports to review from his commanders, patrols to oversee, and preparations to be made for the coming conflict with the Hylian forces.
But beneath all those practical concerns, his thoughts kept drifting back to the fragile creature he'd left locked in his chambers. The way her eyes had widened when he'd spoken of her purpose, the slight tremor in her voice when she'd uttered those two simple words: "I understand."
Yes, she would be a delightful distraction. A delicate little toy to amuse him in his rare moments of leisure. And when she broke, as they all eventually did... well, that would be amusing as well.
The sun had set and the moon was high in the sky by the time Ganondorf returned.
He unlocked the door loudly, stepping inside to find the room bathed in a soft glow of coppery embers.
You were still in the bed, curled up on your side facing away from the door, your breathing slow and steady.
Asleep.
Ganondorf approached, his footsteps muffled by the thick rugs that covered the stone floor. He stood over the bed for a moment, watching you sleep, a contemplative expression on his face.
Then, with a low sigh, he began to undress, his movements methodical as he removed his outer robes, then his tunic, until he stood bare.
The firelight danced across his muscled torso, and without a word, he lifted the furs and slid into the bed beside you, the mattress dipping significantly under his weight.
You stirred as the bed moved, a soft murmur escaping your lips as you were jostled from slumber.
But before you could fully wake, Ganondorf's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.
His chest pressed against your back, his skin radiating a heat that was almost stifling.
You shivered, eyes widening and gasping at the sudden contact, at the overwhelming heat of his skin against yours, at the sheer size and strength of him surrounding you.
"There now," he murmured, "Is that not better?"
You could physically feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, against your back. His breath was warm on your neck.
Dangerously warm like fire.
"Relax," he commanded, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Or do I need to remind you what happens to disobedient pets? I did not bring you here to be a stiff little corpse in my bed.”
He felt you take a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to relax, to melt against him just a fraction. “Sorry... you just surprised me.”
"Mhh good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "See? That wasn't so difficult, was it?"
His hand began to move then, slowly tracing patterns on your stomach, his fingertips light against your skin.
It was a gentle touch, almost tender, a stark contrast to the brutal strength you knew he certainly possessed.
He moved his hand upward, his palm flattening against your ribcage, his thumb brushing against the underside of your breast.
Your breath hitched, unsure of what he would do next. But it definetly didn’t feel bad.
"Your skin is like ice," he uttered. "But you'll warm up soon enough. I'll see to that."
His hand continued its journey upward, finally cupping your breast fully in his large, warm palm.
His thumb brushed against your nipple, circling it slowly, deliberately, until it hardened into a tight peak beneath his touch.
A low sound of satisfaction sounded in his chest.
"So responsive," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His hand moved to encompass your entire breastbone, groping both your breasts with a deliberate, unhurried thoroughness.
You couldn't help the way your breath kept stuttering.
His other hand began to move over your body, tracing the lines of your protruding ribs, the dip of your waist, the jut of your hip. His touch was possessive, but surprisingly gentle.
Nothing like the rough grab you’d expected from a captor.
It surprised you.
You shivered again, but this time it had nothing to do with the cold.
You didn't understand. Surely he came here to relieve himself, use your body as nothing but a toy.
So why was he touching you so strangely?
"I can feel your confusion, little Vure," Ganondorf hummed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hand continued its slow, deliberate torment of your nipple. "You expected something different, did you not? Something rougher? More... violent?"
He let out a deep chuckle.
"Perhaps I shall be once you are healthier. But not tonight. Tonight, I wish to learn your body. To know its contours, its responses, its limitations. I am discovering you," he said simply. "I am learning what makes you gasp, what makes you shiver, what makes you moan. I am mapping the terrain of your pleasure, so that I may better exploit it for my own enjoyment."
His hand moved lower then, sliding down your stomach, over your hip, and between your legs.
You tensed, instinctively clamping your thighs together, but Ganondorf merely let out an impatient sigh.
"Open."
When you still hesitated, his grip on your breast tightened, his fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.
"I said open," he growled, and this time you obeyed, parting your legs slightly.
"Good Vai," he murmured, his voice softening once more as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers gently exploring your most intimate places.
He made a low sound of displeasure at what he found.
"Dry as the desert," he muttered, "This will not do."
He shifted his position slightly, propping himself up on one elbow as he continued to explore you with his fingers, his movements slow.
"You are not aroused. Not even a little." His voice was a low rumble, more thoughtful than angry now. "Is it fear? Is it that you find me repulsive? Or perhaps you simply have no desire left in you after what you've endured?"
He watched your profile intently, studying your reaction to his words, to his touch.
You stared up at the hard lines of his face, the mix of his dark skin and scarlet hair catching the fireplace light beautifully.
Was he repulsive? No. Your gut didn’t churn at the sight of him or long to avert your eyes and pretend he didn’t exist.
Pretend that you weren’t here, in the arms of a man. Muscular as he was you’d be blind to not see some sort of appeal.
Were you scared then?
Yes. You were. You'd be a fool not to be.
But you weren't frozen in terror, or having your mind screaming at you to flee.
If anything you felt... calm. A strange sense of acceptance.
Your body was numb, your mind exhausted.
Perhaps it was simply that.
You had no energy left for anything, not even fear.
Or desire.
You were simply here, existing in this moment, in this bed, with this man.
You recalled the days of the past, hazy and fractured before answering.
"Never touched like this..." you finally admitted. “He only... only took...”
"I see, he was a fool. Only taking for himself. No matter. I shall be the one to teach you... There is far more to pleasure than merely that."
With that, he withdrew his hand and brought it to his mouth, slicking his fingers with saliva before returning them to their task. His eyes didn't waver from yours. And this time, when his fingers slid down they were wet.
He circled the sensitive nub of flesh at the top of your intimate area, his movements deliberate, drawing forth sensations you'd never experienced before.
Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers created a steady, rhythmic pressure that sent waves of something unfamiliar coursing through your body.
It made you feel hot.
So hot.
But not boiling like the searing heat of the sun or swathed with exhaustion from movement.
Rather it was like a warm comfort that you quickly found you didn't want to dissipate.
The words spilt from your lips unbidden, wanting to know. Understand. Why did it feel good?
"What is that...?”
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Ganon's face as he watched your reaction, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"This," he murmured, pressing his finger more firmly against that sensitive spot, making you gasp, "is the center of your pleasure, little Vure. Every Vai has one. A tiny pearl of flesh that, when properly attended to, can bring much pleasure.
He continued his slow circles, watching your face intently as your cheeks flushed.
"And that look, right there, is the first stirrings of pleasure. The beginning of what I will teach you to feel. To crave."
He then leant down, his lips brushing against your temple.
"Do not fight it. Let it come. Let me see what you look like when you feel good. And when you are writhing beneath me, your body slick with sweat and your mind lost to sensation, you will know who is responsible for every gasp, every moan, every wave of ecstasy that crashes over you. You will look me in the eyes and you will thank me for showing you what your body is truly capable of for giving you a taste of heaven before you are sent to whatever afterlife awaits you."
His fingers moved faster now, more insistently, the slick sound of them against your flesh filling the quiet room.
Your breathing grew ragged, your hips beginning to shift of their own accord, pressing against his hand in a rhythm you didn't consciously control.
The heat was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, a strange, almost frightening sensation.
Your eyes fluttered closed, your head pressing back against his shoulder as the sensations became too overwhelming to process with sight.
You could feel his gaze on you still, burning into your skin, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face, every gasp, every tremor.
"That's it. Let go. Surrender to it. Feel what your body is capable of."
His hand moved faster, his fingers working that sensitive spot with expert precision. He could feel the tension building in you, the way your muscles were tightening, your breath coming in short, desperate pants.
"You are almost there, little Vure. Almost there."
Almost where?
Where were you tipping towards?
Racing towards like it was the end and the beginning all at once?
You felt it then.
The coil of heat in your belly snapped, sending waves of something intense, something almost overwhelming crashing through your body.
You tensed, and a sound you didn't recognize escaped your lips as your fingers clutched at the sheets, your insides aching for something to be inside for once in your life.
It was like nothing you had ever experienced.
"Yes," Ganondorf growled, his voice full with satisfaction as he watched you come undone in his arms. "Yes, just like that."
He kept his fingers moving, drawing out the sensation until you were trembling and gasping for breath, your body going limp against him.
Only then did he still his hand, resting it on your hip as he pulled you closer.
You lay there shaking, perplexed and breathless – your eyes gazing at the ceiling deliriously.
Ganondorf watched you with a smug expression, clearly pleased with himself.
"See?" he smirked. "Not so difficult, was it? To feel something other than pain or fear?"
You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
Your body felt strangely relaxed now – a warmth spreading through you.
Why had you not known of something like this before now?
It seemed so simple.
Right.
To know women could achieve pleasure just like men could.
It felt so unfair that you hadn't known; been taught.
Emotion began to well in your eyes. Your throat starting to constrict.
"Why do you weep little Vure?" he murmured, noticing the display – his tongue flicking out to taste a tear that had escaped to trail down your temple.
He gave a hum of consideration, his thumb brushing away another tear as it fell.
"Is it relief? Sadness? Or are you simply overwhelmed?”
"I... I never knew," you finally managed to whisper, your throat almost too tight to speak. "I never knew it could be like that. That my body could... could do that."
Ganondorf was silent for a long moment, his expression thoughtful as he processed your words.
Then, to your surprise, he let out a low, rumbling laugh. "Is that all? You cry because you have discovered the secret of your own pleasure?"
He shook his head, and pulled you closer against him, his chest vibrating with his chuckles.
"Such a strange little creature you are. You weep because you have been shown a sensation you never knew existed. It is true there are many more secrets your body holds. You have much to learn, and I shall be your teacher."
He shifted slightly, his large body pressing more firmly against yours, and you could feel something hard pressing against your backside.
Was that...?
Was that his...
It felt massive.
Granted he was a large man, perhaps that correlated?
You weren’t too sure, but you were certain something that thick would hurt to take.
Ganondorf noticed your sudden tension and his laugh returned.
His grip moved from your hip to your thigh, lifting your leg slightly to drape it over his. The movement opened you up, and you felt the hard length of him press more firmly against you, nestling between your cheeks.
"Ah, you feel that, do you?" he smirked, pressing his hips forward deliberately, "That is what watching you find your pleasure does to me. It makes me want to find my own. Inside you."
He ground against you again, a low groan escaping his lips as his member throbbed against your skin.
"But do not worry, little one. I am not so cruel as to take you tonight. You are not ready."
You felt a strange mix of relief and something else.
Disappointment?
But that couldn't be right. You shouldn't want that. Should you?
"You... you won't?" you found yourself asking.
"Ah, so the little Vure is curious now? Perhaps even... eager?" he asked, his voice a low purr in your ear.
"But no," he said, his voice firming, "not tonight. It will take time a preparation to take me how I desire. There is no need to rush. "
"Besides," he continued as he began grinding more rhythmically, "anticipation makes the eventual reward so much sweeter."
His breath caught as he thrust his hips forward, his member sliding along the slick folds of your intimate area.
"For now, this shall suffice. Feel how hard I am for you," he growled, his voice lustful. "Feel what you do to me. Even without taking you, I can find pleasure with your body."
He moved faster then, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm, his length sliding back and forth against you, slick with your arousal. The head of his member bumped against your clit with each thrust, sending little jolts of pleasure through you.
His arm tightened around you, his massive body enveloping yours, holding you in place as he used your body to pleasure himself, his breath coming in hot pants against your ear.
The sounds he made were animalistic – grunts and growls of pleasure.
It was a lot.
His large body dominated yours completely.
He was so strong, so powerful, so very large.
You felt small in his grasp.
A toy.
But... it didn't feel bad.
The way he was using you felt...
It felt intimate.
Like he needed you for this.
Needed you to feel good.
And that, somehow, made you feel powerful too.
In your own way.
In your own right.
You made the great Demon King grunt and growl.
You.
Just a weak, underweight Hylian who should be dead.
"Fuck," he groaned in your ear. "You feel so good. So small and soft. I cannot wait to be inside you."
He thrust harder, faster, his colossal body trembling with the force of his movements. One of his hands moved back to your breasts, groping them almost painfully as the tension built for both of you under the friction of his cock.
You gasped as his teeth grazed your neck, a slither of panic flaring as his body reached it’s peak, biting down just hard enough to sting as his body tensed against yours.
And then, with a final thrust and a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the room, he found his release, throbbed like another heart between your thighs, coating your skin and the sheets beneath you with his warm seed.
He remained tense against you for a long moment, his breath coming in ragged pants, his heart pounding against your back.
Then, gradually, he began to relax.
His grip on you loosened, though he did not release you entirely.
It seemed you had not felt the same finish he had. Your body still aching for more movement. You lay there in his grasp, your body still thrumming with unsatisfied desire, the sticky evidence of his pleasure cooling on your skin.
A surprisingly needy whine left you as you attempted to continue moving your hips.
"Ganondorf...I..."
His grip tightened again, stilling your movements.
"Patience, little Vure," he murmured, his voice thick with the aftermath of his pleasure. "You have already had your turn tonight. Do not be greedy."
You bit your lip, forcing yourself to still, to ignore the persistent ache between your legs.
He was right. He had already shown you more pleasure than you had ever known. You should be grateful.
You shouldn't want more.
But you did.
Your body craved more of that sensation; more of that release.
You said nothing, simply lay there in his arms, trying to calm your breathing, trying to ignore the need that refused to subside and the fluid drying on your thighs.
Ganondorf was silent for a long moment, simply holding you as your breathing slowly returned to normal.
He could feel the tension still in your body, the way you held yourself rigidly against him. He knew what you were feeling. He could sense the frustration, the unfulfilled desire.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.
Good. Let her feel it. Let her know what it means to want something she cannot have. It would make her all the more eager to please him in the future.
"Sleep now," he commanded, "You will need your rest. Tomorrow is a new day, and I have many plans for you."
And with that, he closed his eyes, his breathing already beginning to deepen as he drifted off to sleep, still holding you tightly against him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your unfulfilled desire.
You remained awake long after he had fallen asleep, your mind racing, your body still thrumming with an energy you couldn't seem to dispel.
His hold on you had loosened slightly in sleep, but his arm was still draped heavily over you, his large frame pressed firmly against your back. His breath came in deep, even puffs of air that stirred the hairs at the nape of your neck.
You stared into the darkness of the room, the only light coming from the dying embers in the fireplace. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion and conflicting emotions.
How had you ended up here? Just days ago, you had been a prisoner in a cave, and now you were in the bed of a King, your body aching with a desire you had never known existed.
You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable, but the movement only served to remind you of the sticky mess between your thighs and the persistent ache that refused to fade.
You let out a quiet sigh, resigned to a long night, trapped in the arms of the man who had destroyed everything you had ever known, yet who had also shown you a pleasure you had never imagined possible.
>Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf, Afab!gender-neutral!reader, pre-established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (condoms are good condoms are great thank you for the condoms today), size kink, gentle Ganondorf, plus size!reader, face fucking, mating press, breeding kink, over stimulation, squirting
Such sculpted features never looked so peaceful. Deep crimson hair was tied neatly in a braid that rested against the silk sheets of the bed you two shared. Ganondorf slept on his back with his club of a hand resting on the expanse of his broad chest, rising and falling with every breath. You lay on your side with your arms tucked under your pillow to better support your head just lazily dragging your eyes over your lover. He had promised to marry you once this war was over yet you two still lived as if you were a married couple. The sheer curtains that surrounded your shared bed jostled in the warm desert breeze that wafted in through the mosaic-covered, pointed trefoil-arched windows. You tried to capture times like these into your memory for safekeeping. It was rare to see Ganondorf so calm, so peaceful, so at ease with the world.
You shifted your position so you were closer to him. Your head lay on his similarly sized shoulder while your other hand crept along his chest to sift through the red hair that grew there. Your fingers danced across his pecs until they reached his hand. You marveled at the size difference between the two of you. Your hand managed to only be the size of his palm. You tilted your head up to drag your eyes across the Adonis-like features of your lover but instead, you were met with two piercing orange eyes looking down at you. You jumped not expecting Ganondorf to be awake.
"Curious thing," his deep voice rumbled through his chest. Ganondorf re-adjusted your position so his arm was wrapped around your waist while your head was tucked against his neck. You could smell the warm saflina oils he used in his hair. "What are you doing up before me, hm?" Ganondorf stroked his large fingers across your sides reveling in the feeling of your body against his. "What are you doing sleeping in?" you teased back resuming your fiddling with his chest hair. Your lover only hummed in response taking your hand in the one that was lying on his chest and bringing it to his lips to kiss across your knuckles. "Guess you've been rubbing off on me. I can't help but want to lay about now." There was a teasing glint in Ganondorf's eyes as he spoke. You puffed out your cheeks and huffed. "Why do you have to be so mean first thing in the morning?" you grumbled out climbing onto his torso so you could straddle his waist. Ganondorf only chuckled as his hands went to grab your thighs like he had done so many times before. Your soft skin felt like heaven under his calloused and battle-torn hands.
His eyes scanned your features as they glowed against the morning sun that was rising behind you. Ganondorf soon ran his hands up and down your thighs gripping the flesh greedily in a massage. You hummed in delight leaning back to give your lover more space to rub the sleepiness from your legs. The oversized tunic you slept in became bunched up at your belt line. Ganondorf raised a thick eyebrow when he was met with your most sensitive organ instead of the usual sleep shorts he found you in. Red crawled over his green skin as he let his hands travel further up your thighs until his thumbs rested at the line between your folds and your thighs. You let out a soft sigh at the rough feeling of his hands against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "What do we have here?" Ganondorf mumbled resting a thumb on either lip of your pussy, spreading you apart to get a good look at the glistening folds they hid. "It was too hot last night to wear shorts," you tried to excuse your dress with a fist bunched up to your mouth in nervousness. "I see. And it's not too hot to straddle me without anything to cover your modesty?" There was a dangerous look in his eyes as he spoke. One that a predator would give to its prey before it was devoured. Goosebumps rose to your skin when you made eye contact as a shiver traveled up your spine.
You felt something heavy poking against your rear. Blood rushed through your body as your temperature rose at the thought of his hefty cock impaling your drooling cunt. "My sweet dear minx," Ganondorf said while he ran a finger through your dampening core, "you always give me such wonderful mornings." You smiled at the dreamy expression he now wore as he watched the way your pussy throbbed and twitched at his touch. Ganondorf ran his thumb along the outside of your hole bringing the lubricant you produced up through your folds to you clit. You gasped when his rough finger finally made contact with your sensitive nub earning a low hum of approval from your lover. He ran his thumb over your bundle of nerves in circular motions, enjoying the way your wetness started to leak onto his stomach. Ganon's other hand held your thigh in a loving but tight grip. He loved the way the fat of your thighs would squish under his grasp.
You watched intently as his thumb dragged back down through your labia down to your hole then back up to rub at your clit again. You pushed your hips against his hand trying to get more of that delicious friction he brought you. "You're already so wet, my love," Ganon cooed showing you the slickness you left behind on his thumb. "Your fingers just feel so good," you moaned grabbing his wrist to try to bring back to your pussy. Ganon let out a deep chuckle that sent vibrations straight to your core. Instead of doing your bidding he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked your juices off of it before grabbing your hips with both hands and flipping you over so you were beneath him. It all happened in the blink of an eye as you lay with your hands pursed in front of your chest. Ganon's handsome features were glowing with delight at your shocked expression. He brought a toned and heavy thigh between your legs to press up against your dripping core. You gasped and ground your hips against him excited to have any friction back. "My eager little chuchu," he cooed.
That nickname made you stop and furrow your brows together. "Your eager little what?"
"My little chuchu?" Ganon responded confused at your reaction.
"Like the jellies? The slimey things?" You lifted yourself up onto your elbows, "did you just call me a chuchu jelly?"
Ganon pulled his lips down to his chin and flattened them into a line. "You're squishy just like one." He grabbed a hold of your pudgy tummy giving you a squeeze. "Stop!" you grabbed his wrists, "you can't just call people chuchus!" Ganon knelt his head down to your neck giving you soft kisses, "then what am I supposed to call you?" He continued his ministrations, rubbing and kneading at the soft fat of your stomach. It tickled a little making you squirm and let out a frustrated whine. "Anything but chuchu," you huffed. Ganon pressed all too short chaste kiss to your lips. "All right then, my sweet octorok," Ganon teased. "Come on!" you pouted pulling on his goatee. Ganon let out a roar of a laugh at your reaction. "I can't help it, my love, when you puff up your cheeks like that you look like you're about to spit a boulder at me."
You tried to hide your smile behind an angry scowl at his teasing but you couldn't help it. It was almost surreal seeing such a feared and serious man call you such silly nicknames in bed while laughing. This was a side to Ganondorf that only you got to see and you cherished every second of it. "Shall I continue, my love?" Ganon ran his bear paw like hands up and down your squishy sides. "Fine," you fake pouted, "but don't call me a chuchu jelly or an octorok." Ganon chuckled before dipping his head down to capture yours into a passionate kiss. You relaxed back onto your back taking your lover's temples into your hands as his lips danced across yours. Soft grunts poured from his mouth and into yours. You parted your lips hoping to have more of your lover's mouth against yours which he gladly accepted. His tongue pushed past your lips taking in the flavor of your sleepy mouth. Ganon's movements dominated the kiss much like he did most things in his life. His hands found a firm grip on your sides, kneading the soft flesh that was there.
All the while his clothed cock dragged along your exposed and glistening folds. Ganondorf could feel the wetness you were leaving on his pants through the fabric. It was insane how easily this man could work you up. Just some heavy petting and kissing and you were moaning like a whore for him. Ganon pulled back first enjoying how your mouth chased after his. A string of saliva connected your mouths which he broke with his finger before pressed the digit to your lips. You happily took his index finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and savoring the salty taste of his skin. Ganon's eyes were trained on yours as you greedily sucked on his finger.
"I wonder if you'd be this excited if it were my cock instead?" Ganon flirted dragging his finger from your lips. Your breathing picked up at the idea of having Ganondorf's cock resting on your tongue. There was no way you could take all of him, whether it be in your maw or your cunt, but you liked the challenge. "Do you want me on my knees?" you asked so obediently. Ganon smirked at your willingness but instead he shook his head. "No," he responded, "I'd much rather have your head on the side of the bed. I love seeing that bulge in your throat when I fuck your face." His crude words traveled straight to your core as another wave of wetness splashed over your thighs.
Ganondorf climbed off of you to stand expectantly at the side of the bed. You quickly shuffled to lay on your back with your head dangling in front of him. You could hardly keep your eyes away as you watched him untie the draw string of his pants before letting them drop to the floor. His member was a sight to behold. It was around the size of your forearm with the girth to match. It bobbed against his thighs as he lifted one leg at a time to discard his pants somewhere else in the room. Your mouth watered watching his ball hang so heavily between his impressive legs. Every part of Ganon screamed powerful and his manhood was no exception. You willingly opened your mouth watching as his giant hand gripped your throat while he slowly inched his heavy cock inside your mouth. You didn't know where to focus your attention as you were at eye level with his balls. Instead you opted to close your eyes and let your lover use your mouth as he pleased. You only managed to fit half of his cock in your mouth before you started gagging. A pleased chuckle rang out from your lover as he began pulling his hips back. The wetness of your mouth felt like heaven against his desperate cock. He could feel a slight bulge in your throat under his impressive palm when he worked his cock back inside with a thrust. You gagged with your throat spasming around what he was giving you. His pace quickened as did his grip tighten. Your body was so perfect for pleasing him as if it was molded for the precise purpose of taking his cock.
Ganondorf ran his cock along your tongue moving in and out of your mouth with each powerful thrust. Tears swelled in your eyes trying your damnest to take as much of him as you could but it was such a challenge when he was so much bigger than you. It was like trying to feed a fairy a banana. You tried not to chuckle at the image but you couldn't help the way your throat tightened in response. Your lover groaned above you before pulling his length from your mouth. Spit dribbled from your mouth down your cheeks. "Why did you stop?" you rasped out, your throat still feeling raw. "If I'm going to cum I'm going to cum inside of your beautiful slit." You shivered at his words. "On your back, beloved," Ganon ordered taking his cock in his fist to stroke a few times for your viewing pleasure. You nodded eagerly before returning to the pillow you were laying on before and flopping down onto your back. Ganon crawled after you caging you against the bed with his powerful body. His rough hands took greedy handfuls of your thighs to push your legs back up against your body. The fat of your tummy folded against your upper pubic area to make room for your legs.
You remembered how sore your thighs where when he first took you in this position. Now your body moved fluidly from the many poundings he put you through. "Are you ready?" Ganon asked with a piercing stare of lust in his eyes. You nodded eagerly grabbing a hold of your ankles to hopefully give him better access to your drooling cunt. Ganon hummed with approval as he took his cock in his other hand, letting you hold your leg, as he lined himself up with your tight hole. Looking back on when you two had first slept together, it might not have been the wisest decision to lose your virginity to someone with such an impressive size as Ganondorf. Yet, he had managed to get you used to what you could take inside of you. "Your pussy is practically molded to me," he growled while pushing inside of you. You moaned out as his massive cock spread you open. Your folds parted to make room for the arm like intrusion.
Much like when he was thrusting himself down your throat, you could only take half of his length. Ganondorf held himself still, waiting for you to get used to the weight of his cock inside of you. His eyes stayed trained on your face as you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. Your mouth hung open in an O shape. You could feel every throb, every twitch, every pump of blood through the vein on his shaft. "Gorgeous," Ganon mumbled in awe of how well your pussy gripped him. "You can move now," you gasped out doing your best not to hump his cock as it nestled inside of you. Ganondorf let out an approving growl as his began pulling his hips back only to sharply thrust forwards. You gasped as your whole body shot up the bed by an inch. His strong hands held a firm grip on your calves, doing his best to keep you still while he thrusted his cock into your willing cunt.
Squelchings sounds were followed by the wet slappings of his balls hitting your rear. Ganondorf drank in your expressions. How you threw your head back in delight or how you furrowed your eyebrows together. The way your mouth moved to let out moans and gasps. His favorite was how your lips formed his name with every sharp thrust he made against your G-Spot. He was sure he was going to marry you once this war ended. Ganondorf would come back to you, armor bloodied form battle, and kneel in front of you. He'd take your small and fragile hands into his and ask you properly to be his spouse. A wedding in Hyrule Castle would be in order as you two would make the newest monarchs of what would hopefully be a long dynasty.
A dynasty.
The word echoed in his wind as he watched where you two were connected. Your juices were creaming around his shaft while your walls did their best to pull him in as deep as he could go. "I'm going to breed you," Ganondorf growled picking up the pace. "Fuck," you cried out, "Ganon please!" You dug your nails into the back of your thighs trying to make more room for your massive lover. The delicious and juicy sounds your pussy made only egged him on to fuck you even harder. You could only babble out swears and your lover's name was he pounded into you so ruthlessly. Ganon made sure you knew who you belonged to. He made sure you knew exactly who fucked this pussy until you couldn't move. Stars began to form at the edges of your vision as the coil inside of you began to tighten. With every throb and thrust of his massive cock you were sure you wouldn't last any longer. Suddenly, something snapped in your abdomen as your body shook in delight. Your thighs tightened and your pussy greedily held onto Ganondorf's cock. Still, he continued his pace fucking into you like a wild animal.
Waves of sensitivity began crashing through your nerves. Your legs wouldn't stop twitching in Ganon's grip which only seemed to make him wear a toothy grin.
"It's so much," you cried out.
"Do you want me to stop?" Ganon asked while slowing his pace.
"No!" you moaned, "fuck me full of your cum!"
"Such language," Ganon teased resuming his brutal pace. Those were the last sentences you could properly form before you returned to a babbling mess. Ganon could make out his name plus some obscenities as well as "more! Harder!" Ganon would gladly give you anything you want. He was going to fill you with his cum until it leaked out of your abused hole. Your writhing body looked like heaven under Ganondorf's bulky body. Your fluttering walls sucked in his cock greedily with every thrust he bestowed on you. The juicy squelching noises your body produced furthered Ganon's excited thrusting. The more he gave you the more your pussy took. It was impressive how well your body accommodated the massive, and thick manhood that Ganon pushed into you.
Your juices spread around your inner thighs leaving slick trails of cum that dripped onto the silk sheets beneath you. Your body was limp in your lover's hold. You trusted him with every fiber of your being not only with your fragile body but also to bring you unbelievable ecstasy. Ganon maintained a firm gaze on your body and the way it moved with each of his hard thrusts.
"My sweet love," Ganon groaned, "are you close again? I can feel you tightening."
"H-how," you gasped out, "how do you have so much stamina?"
Ganondorf only responded with a deep chuckle he dropped one of your legs to bring his hand to your swollen clit. You gasped at how sensitive your clit was against his touch. Ganon rubbed your most sensitive nub with vigor, eyes trained on how you squirmed and moaned out his named. Your body had never felt so sensitive. It bordered on painful how much pleasure your lover managed to bring you. His fingers moved in figure eights against your clit. Your walls pulsed and squeezed him until one final thrust brought Ganon to his peak. His cum burst inside of you creating a wave of semen that flooded your walls. Ganondorf continued rubbing at your clit while still seated inside of your creamy cunt. You could only writhe and squirm at the almost painful feeling of being so over stimulated until with one final burst, you came once again around Ganon's cock. A flood erupted from your abused cunt spraying the front of Ganon's pelvis with your juices. A satisfied smile spread across his face seeing you so thoroughly fucked out of your mind.
"Look at you," Ganon said slowly slipping the six inches of his cock he could fit inside of you, "such a mess." A mixture of yours and your lover's cum began leaking out of your abused hole. The muscle clenched and tightened around nothing as the white mixture sloppily spilled from your body. You yelped when Ganon grabbed your lower body and brought it up over your head. His fingers scooped up what had leaked out of you and fingered it back inside. You cried out in a way where you couldn't tell if you were in pain or had managed to travel to heaven. His thick fingers slipped back out of you when he was satisfied with how deep he had managed to push his release into your sloppy cunt.
"Ganon!" you whined grabbing his attention from your abused hole to your tear stained face.
"My beautiful love," Ganon waxed, "you provide the most beautiful views." He made sure your lower body stayed elevated against his lower stomach as he leaned down to kiss the streaks of tears that dripped down your face. You hummed lifting your jelly like arms to run your hands through his sideburns. "I'm going to marry you one day," Ganon mumbled against the soft skin of your face.
I love the idea of Ganondorf Hylian breaking down and finally calling him 'their king' and wanna know what his first thought were when he finally gets to hear it. When he finally weedles his Hylian down to admitting it. What did this man have to do to get it?
I think this really depends on what version of Ganondorf we're talking about.
If it's pre-Demon King/Gerudo Chief Ganon he'd be almost surprised at first. You're a Hylian, Rauru and Sonia are your royalty, and yet you think of him as your king? He's smug about it but actually tries to hide it for fear that you'll stop calling him that. He craves hearing that word from you. It lights a fire under him. Just the sound of it makes him wanna scoop you up and not let you go. Will try and get you to say it in front of other Gerudos for pride reasons.
In this case, the reasoning is simple. You've fallen in love with him. And even though he is merely the Gerudo Chief, he's a king to you no matter what.
If it's Demon King Ganon oh boy buckle up. Most likely you're a prisoner and have refused to call him that. You'd never disrespect your king and queen that way. But maybe one day, before you've even entered a relationship, it just slips out. You were speaking to him, maybe he flirted and got you all soft, but oh he is never going to let you forget it. And he's gonna demand you call him that every single time now. No more can you use "Lord Ganondorf" when speaking to him. It better be "My king" or you're in big trouble.
In this case, however, the reasoning is that he's softened you up with pretty and or violent words. You can have a strong or weak resolve and he'll still get his way. Demon King Ganon knows no limits.
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