@somesleepyfreak's miraculous art caused me to realize that I would happily read an entire Regency romance about Ganondorf and his beautiful hair. Perhaps this is what that story might look like...
Oh dear! You’ve mysteriously been transported to a Regency-era version of Hateno Village. Thankfully, Link swiftly rescues you from an awkward situation in a pumpkin patch. He’ll need to report your appearance to Princess Zelda; but, in the meantime, he suggests that you stay at the country estate of a certain handsome but proud gentleman. ( 1k words, also on AO3 )
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You do not, as a general principle, expect to awaken in a field. Yet when your consciousness returns, you find your cheek pressed against a pumpkin. It’s a beautiful pumpkin, as warm and mellow as the morning sunlight falling onto the freshly tilled earth; but it is not your pumpkin, and this is not your field. You have no idea how you came to be here.
Panic would be undignified. You sit up slowly and survey your surroundings. The pastoral landscape is almost aggressively picturesque. Low hills roll in the distance, and the sky is so brilliantly blue that it feels like a painting. The roads twining through the fields are lined with cozy cottages adorned with sloping red-tiled roofs. You are misplaced, it seems, but something about the landscape is oddly familiar.
“It can’t be,” you say to no one in particular. “Is this Hateno Village?”
It is at this moment that you are discovered.
You turn, expecting a farmer. Instead, you behold a young man of striking composure. His tailored jacket is of fine make, as are his riding boots. At his side hangs a sword that appears sincerely intended for use. His hair, fair and loosely bound at the nape, frames his face with a subtle halo as it catches the light.
He regards you with curiosity. “Have you some business with these pumpkins?” he asks.
You consider this. “I have never seen these pumpkins before in my life.”
He nods, as though this confirms his assumption. “Are you injured?”
“Only in my understanding of the events that brought me here.”
He steps closer, his expression attentive but not intrusive. “Your attire…” Here he pauses, evidently choosing not to remark upon the state of your clothing, which you appreciate. “…suggests you did not come to Hateno Village by ordinary means.”
“I’m not sure what the ordinary means of arriving here might be,” you reply, “but I assure you I did not employ them.”
He nods, as though this were to be expected. “In any case, it’s always a pleasure to see a new face in Hateno. My name is Link,” he offers.
“Of course it is,” you answer. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t recognized him immediately.
He considers you for a moment longer. “There is an estate not far from this field. Its master will not thank me for bringing a stranger unannounced, but he won’t turn away someone in need. I’d like to invite you to accompany me there. Unless, of course, you prefer your current accommodations.”
You hesitate, but only briefly. In the end, you accept the hand Link offers. “Lead on,” you say. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to impose upon a reluctant aristocrat.”
As you approach the estate, the road widens and smooths underfoot. Through the elegantly trimmed trees, you can see the house rising with a restrained grandeur, but it is the figure approaching along the drive who commands your attention.
He sits with effortless authority on a horse whose black coat has been brushed to an impeccable sheen. His long and beautiful hair streams behind him with a theatricality that would be insufferable were it not so thoroughly deserved. As he draws nearer, you find yourself confronted with a countenance both handsome and severe.
“Link,” he says, his voice edged with displeasure, “you’ve returned later than expected. And who is this you’ve brought with you, precisely?”
“And good morning to you too. I found this person in the eastern fields,” Link explains. “They appear to have come to Hyrule by unusual means. I thought it prudent to bring their arrival to your attention.”
“Prudent? It was nothing of the sort,” the rider replies. “My household is not a refuge for every curiosity who wanders in from the countryside.”
You know this man. You have, in fact, defeated him any number of times. Should it be your fate to fight him again, you are aware of his weaknesses, and intimately so. You have no skill with a sword, it’s true; but you have contrived all manner of devices to aid in your battles, from catapults to rocket pogos to glitches capable of phasing him into walls. When it comes to the Demon King, it must be said that you have more cheese than Hateno itself.
You meet Ganondorf’s gaze without flinching, for you have nothing to fear. “I assure you,” you say, “that I did not wander into the vicinity of your estate by my own preference. Had I known that your hospitality was so unaccommodating, I would have made every effort to be spirited away to a more welcome destination.”
His brow lifts, just slightly. “You are impertinent.”
“I am disoriented,” you correct. “Impertinence is merely a side effect.”
Link, you notice, is watching this exchange with interest. “Princess Zelda should be informed,” he cuts in. “If this person’s arrival is indeed unusual, she will wish to know of it. Until then, they cannot be left without shelter.”
Ganondorf exhales with the air of a man who has long suffered the necessity of conceding to a superior rival. “Very well,” he says. “They may remain. Temporarily. Until Zelda decides what is to be done.”
You make an attempt at a polite smile. “How reassuring. I have always wished to be decided upon.”
Ganondorf’s eyes linger on you. “See that you do not regret this,” he says, the merest suggestion of amusement in his tone. He dismounts with easy grace and extends his hand. He is, you realize, offering to accompany you.
And it is then, in the fresh light of a morning that promises to bloom into a beautiful day, that you realize your predicament has acquired a certain charm. Your circumstances are still unexplained, and your fate is still uncertain. Nevertheless, as you walk in the company of a proud man who is willing, however reluctantly, to be amused, you cannot help but think that the mystery of your sudden appearance in Hyrule may prove even more entertaining than you had dared to hope.
Not super descriptive, im afraid, but I enjoyed your last Gdorf fic and was hoping to request another :3 with gender neutral pronouns and terms if that's alright🙏
Something along the lines of him making you ride him/grind against his knee while he sits on the throne, with some good old-fashioned degradation, along with throwing in some praise here and there. Most ideally, OOT or TP Ganondorf in mind! But that's all up to you, I'm not picky.
MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, reader is his loyal attendant here- pre-marriage even? GN so very vague genitalia description. 1k words semi proof read.
CW: NSFW, thigh-riding, use of 'slut', 'whore' Ganondorf being mean but he still loves reader, reader doesnt get to nut yet.
notes: finally.. an excuse to write more for him, thanks for ur request !! he has muscular thighs in all versions so technically all versions work. this is called thigh-riding, right? for some reason it doesn't do it for me but anything Ganondorf related is good. NEW DIVIDER DEBUT tell me how ya'll like it.
Your job was simple, answer when called and obey commands. Ganondorf was a no-nonsense man, so you ensured everything was perfect, your appearance, your work, your posture and speech.
Today was quiet, Ganondorf called for you from the throne room. Your steps were consistently quick- urgently responding to his call while keeping a dignified image. You automatically lowered your head reaching him, he stood near the throne, approaching you, a smile stretching across his strong features; your obedience was always a welcome sight.
“Raise your head, my loyal attendant.” His voice was carried across the room, you followed his order, looking at your king as your hands subtly smoothed down your uniform, the one he insisted you wear.
“I apologize for making you wait, my king. I was tending to the archives.” You explained as smoothly as you could, his eyes followed your every movement, it always made a shiver shoot up your spine. (one you learned to suppress)
“Do you tire of these journeys?” He started, velvet voice coaxing you to drop the formalities for a moment, you always had to look up when talking to him; though you assumed anyone would if they weren’t a tall specimen of the Goron or Zora.
Your confused glance made him continue. “You have many tasks to complete in my palace, you’re only close to me when it’s my chambers or this very throne room.” He settled down onto his rightful throne, one hand clutching the armrest while the other propped his head up to look at you properly. “We should assign you a seat here, shouldn’t we?”
Your first answer was no, where would it go? Next to the throne? That was a position for someone like the king’s spouse; you were just an attendant. He did not wait for an answer and simply patted his thigh. “Come here.”
He anticipated your hesitance, you stood in front of him, and he maneuvered you easily in his hands to sit on his muscular thigh, the sudden movement almost caused you to fall completely on him. Your hand firmly rested on his shoulder and bicep. it was… shockingly comfortable. Most of his armor was focused on his chest so his legs were mostly just clothed.
“Relax, when have I ever harmed you?” Ganondorf carefully tugged you closer, feeling how snug you were against him he couldn’t help a chuckle from emanating, the closeness made you blush. “Do I strike fear into your heart, my little attendant?”
He didn’t mind your secure grasp on him as he tugged you closer, the movement and pressure making you gasp before you could answer, his height, his size, everything overwhelmed you as he gently moved you back and forth. His voice lowered as he leaned closer to you. “Isn’t this what you deserve? The perfect seat for my one and only obedient attendant...” his tone was oddly sweet, the low volume making his voice carry more vibration and gruffness than it already did.
Your lips were parted, you knew you’d be a fool to object to your king’s affections, but should you be seen like this? In such a debauched way in front of the man you devoted your existence to? “But... someone might see us- sir...!”
Ganondorf laughed, deep and rich as he held your hips firmly, he could feel you begin to struggle against his planted hands holding you in place, he knew you wouldn’t disappoint him. “No one would step foot in here unless I command it.”
That assured you a bit, but he pressed on. “Do you think me cruel enough to let you be seen in such a manner? By anyone except me? flushed and panting on my thigh like a shameless slut…” you knew he was possessive, but never over you. you could barely focus over the building pleasure between your legs, you mentally curse the underlayer of your uniform, the cloth clung to your skin and yet you could feel everything and it was hard to keep your composure in your king's hands like this.
You glanced at him pleadingly, he cooed at you almost mockingly as his hands loosened, allowing you to set your own pace. “… should I let you be seen like this?” You had to look away, the idea was shameful, but you felt even more guilt at the arousal pooling within.
“Perhaps I should place you on my thigh like this when I work? I’d enjoy looking at a writhing little slut like you as I finish my tasks…” he chuckled darkly as you moved your hips less subtly now, hands clinging to whatever fabric peeked out from beneath his armor.
“P-please, my king…” you whimpered, it was pathetically amusing yet arousing, Ganondorf held your jaw in his hand and forced you to look up at him, your hip movements slowed but hadn’t stopped, you couldn’t stop, not when the pressure of his thigh was against all the right places, pressing your buttons and getting you so close but it wasn’t enough; you needed him to touch you.
“Please what? You have the gall to make demands to your king? When you’re humping my thigh like a needy whore?” his hand clutched your hip tightly as he sat up, the pressure forcing a choked moan out of you as your grip fastened onto him for stability. “What’s the matter? Is this too much for you?”
He moved you harshly once more, the friction shooting at your senses so quickly you couldn’t reply unless it was a lewd request for him to ruin you. he laughed, kissing your neck, it would have been a sweet gesture had it not been for his hands guiding your frantic riding back and forth.
You were always so obedient, always sacrificing anything for his pleasure and approval, seeing you chase your release so greedily. It was a sight to behold; you were always the quiet little attendant, seeing this side of you only made his desire for you triple, he could barely hold himself back.
He stopped you by grounding you down onto him, enough to stop you but not enough to hurt you. He sat up properly once more, leaning down to speak into your ear. “Enough. you’ve shown me just how much of a good attendant you can be…”
Disappointment and guilt racked your being, was this some sort of test that you failed? Had you disappointed him? Your questions were stopped as he manhandled you once more, carefully he picked you up and stood, his bulking strength made you feel like your weight was nothing as you were fitted snugly in his arms. “I was serious, you know; I won’t let you be seen like this by anyone but me... Now, be quiet until we reach my chambers.”
Gerudo Chief Ganondorf x GN ! Reader || 0.7k words
Warnings: Reader wears the vai outfit, wild era, fluff, unedited
Imagine Ganondorf dressing you...
You're due to attend an event held within the clean walls of Hyrule Castle, perhaps a ball or some historical festival that the other leaders within the kingdom were invited to attend. You're already there, snuggled up in pillows that smell nowhere near as good as the home you made in Gerudo Town. There's no chatter of a market. There's no desert air to warm your skin. You're rather cold which is why when Ganondorf stands to get ready to deal with the Hylian royalty, you're stuck sleeping in the bed, rolling over to the heat of the side he had been sleeping on.
You're barely awake although you still pick up on the pleasant sounds of jewellery clanking and chiming against itself. You can imagine it: each golden ring and circlet and bracelet that Ganondorf diligently puts on his body. It makes you smile. It makes you hum. It makes you nearly drift back off into slumber with the illusion that you could stay in bed for a few hours more.
You can't. As if courting the chief of the Gerudo would give you such an option. Not when responsibility hangs in the temperate air of central Hyrule.
When Ganondorf finishes with his clothes, hair brushed and styled already, the complete opposite to yourself, he pulls the duvet of your body with a sadistic haste. Your whines fall on deaf ears as he pries you off the mattress. "Such a delicate thing," he coos, a gentle tone of mockery on his tongue that falls flat with the mirthful lilt brought on by his smirk. His body feels warm and your sleep eyes blink weakly. He sits you on his thighs, his own body sagging on the bed.
His chest feels warm and you can hear his heart beat strong beneath your ear. It sounds nice, as always, and yet this time it reminds you of the morning birds that beckon you into consciousness. It makes you yawn and Ganondorf's hands find your face instantly. He makes you lips pucker. It makes your eyes meet his.
It always surprised you how gentle he could be. The arrogant glint in his golden eyes was forever there, and yet he holds your arms with a controlled tenderness. He slides your clothes on first: a black and red and green set in a style the vai often wore. He secures it and makes sure it sits comfortably on your body. Then he moves onto the jewellery. This time however there's no noise. No clanking of gold and amber and ruby as he places the gems on your body. It's silent. And he's careful. Taking his time. Running his fingers over the pulse of your wrist. Squeezing his hands against your exposed tummy. Pushing them against your throat. He's slow. Meticulous.
And yet he's done far too quickly, rubbing at your legs just above the anklets.
"I don't want to go," you complain, yawning again as you push against Ganondorf's chest for him to let you go. You're a lot more awake now and a little chilly, huffing at yourself as your try to slide off his legs. He doesn't let you, instead tilting his head up in a challenge, eyes hot like the sands of the desert.
"I don't recall giving you an option," he says and his lips quirk down into an exaggerated frown. He gives your ankle a firm squeeze and leans in close, trailing that hand up to cup your jaw. His fingers strum against the fat of your cheek as he kisses the other one. Lips thick against your skin. Warm. And his nose presses right against your cheekbone. "You will accompany me, little thing, whether you like it or not."
And as true as it was, there wasn't any real threat behind his words. Not when he said them and not in his expression as he pulled away. It was a fact. A simple fact that you wouldn't oppose. You did suppose you came here with Ganondorf as his consort. The least you could do, after he dressed you so tenderly, is show face. Maybe he'll dress you more often if you do.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60211249
Ganondorf (TOTK) x F! Reader
Notes: No y/n used. She/her used throughout. Shibari, suspended shibari.
MDNI
Settling into his seat, Ganondorf sipped a cool drink as he took in the sight before him.
Strong ropes hung from the hooks embedded in the ceiling, looping down to the vulnerable form of his lover.
Blindfolded and bound, she hung, face up, at the perfect height for his eyes to run over every part of her that he loved to tease. Ruby ropes wrapped around her limbs highlighting the best parts of her. Her ankles were tied to her thighs, looped around and keeping her legs spread. Her arms were secured wrist to wrist, behind her back. Ropes wrapped and rolled around her body, pinching and cradling her breasts and circling her cunt. Fibers were dark with the wetness leaking from her and sweat from the long session of teasing and torment.
More ropes were wrapped around her to keep her body suspended in the air than to decorate her skin, but no matter what she looked magnificent.
Ganon eyed her flushed skin and panting chest, following the curve of her body and the flow of the ropes to where he had been toying with her, fingers busy working between her slick lips and around her clit.
It was a rare indulgence to have her like this and he was set to enjoy it.
Ganon waited for her to calm down from his last bit of teasing. She’d gotten close this time, nearly cumming on his fingers and tongue before he pulled away. Her cry at being denied yet again rang in the air of their bedroom. Curtains and carpets dulled the noise, leaving it for their ears only. Each of her cries, moans, and pitiful pleas for mercy were freely given and well earned from his efforts.
Taking another sip of his drink, thoughts of whether to continue edging her or to work to the finale that they both craved crossed his mind.
She panted in her restraints, words and breath stolen from her and barely recovering while he sat to the side. His cock hung heavy between his legs, firm but too thick to stand even then. Precum has been dripping from the tip for a while now, at least three denied orgasms ago. Sitting on the chair, his cock resting on his leg and precum leaking against his skin, the decision was becoming clear.
A final swallow, drops running down his beard, he stood. She heard the glass clatter against a nearby table and tensed before purposefully relaxing. Whatever he had in mind for her next she’d take, and take, and take, and take. The pleasure was always mind-numbing, leaving her cock-drunk and more than willing for the next time. This would be no different, she thought to the best of her ability when she was denied so many releases.
Ganon could read each twitch of her muscles. Her anticipation and desperation. The muscles in her thighs pressed together best they could, tightening the ropes around her body. He smirked, eyes narrowing on her core that twitched with her body, just as anticipatory for something she so desperately needed as he did.
“Little lamb, are you ready for me?” He asked, gripping the rope that supported her legs, swinging her closer to him. He could see her breath catching, and the swallow she took before answering.
“Please? Please take me, I’m ready for you, so ready.” Her voice was a croak, cracking when she tried to speak above a whisper.
Ganon hummed, fingers running down her sternum, over ropes and down her stomach to her core.
“We’ll see, little lamb. Patience is something valued after all, isn’t it?” His other hand came up to hold another rope, bringing her body closer to his and letting his cock taste the wet kiss of her entrance.
Pulling her to grind against him, letting her soak his cock in preparation. Listening to her soft mewls with each grind he drifted a hand down to his own cock.
Letting her hang there, just far enough to feel his warm but not his skin, he gripped his dick and stroked it briefly before pressing the tip against her slit. With a half step forward, and a pull of the ropes the head popped in through the ring of her entrance. Once through the first barrier she hiccupped at the stretch but each clench of her pussy sucked more of him in.
Each thick, inescapable inch pressed into her, bulging her pussy around him and crafting her body to his. Her slick coated his cock, and with each slow thrust, strings of it would pulled between his pelvis and her thighs. Just as every time before her body welcomed his, stretching around each inch until he was flush against her. His balls stuck to the skin of her buttocks, his pubes rubbing against her sensitive clit savagely.
Every movement was pleasure, leaving her cock-drunk for him and him alone. Her slick ran down his cock and balls, drenching their thighs between them with her arousal. Even just a soft thrust in her left his balls stuck to her, separating with a smleck before slapping against her skin again.
Taking just a moment to savor her velvety warmth around his member before he began to move with earnestness.
His hands slid down the ropes to her waist, using both the momentum of the swing and the power in his hips to thrust against her. His thickness ensured sensation of every nerve, causing her to cry out with each thrust in and clench when he pulled out. Being suspended and tied up left her little room to reciprocate his motions, eyes rolling back and body twitching.
Like this he could not whisper all the nasty things he had planned in her ear, but he could watch her face contort in pleasure and hear her cries echo in the room. Her brow furrowed, and the muscles in her stomach twitched when his cock would hit deep. Like this he could view her whole body, control it, and take as he pleased from it. His hips and thighs could feel the ropes rubbing against his skin with each thrust, sharing in the marks they’d both have when he was finished with her.
He grunted, sweat beading down his body as he swung her body back into his, throwing his head back when she squeezed down on his cock.
“That’s it Little Lamb, squeeze me, take me,” he panted, voice low and hoarse.
“P-please! My king, please!” she begged, unsure if she was begging for reprieve or for more. Her whole body was a mess of nerves due to the ropes. His pubic hair rubbed so well against her clit and her cunt dripped with each thrust. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, making his hair look almost pinkish.
“Please what, pet? Tell me, what do you need from me?” Ganon’s head turned back to her, to watch as she came apart in his hands.
“Mmmmmake me cum! Please!” She cried, her lower stomach burning, fire coiling right where his cock hit in her deepest depths.
“Then cum,” he ordered, “cum on my cock like a good girl.”
He leaned over some, grinding against her both reaching as deeply as he could and rubbing against her clit. The fire in her stomach became a bomb, spreading out to the rest of her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Each muscle tensed up as she came, back arching as much as it could in the ropes and his hands, her pussy clamping down and milking his length. He fought to keep thrusting, prolonging her pleasure as long as he could.
Lightening ran up her body as he chased his high, all of her nerves sparking with each thrust and touch. It felt like her orgasm kept going until she gasped, breathing again as waves of pleasure and pain from oversensitivity took over. Her toes curled and her hands clenched into fists.
Ganon new he could force another orgasm from her. Push that sensitivity past the pain and back into pure pleasure. Alas, the previous teasing and waiting meant he couldn’t push himself to last quite that long.
Already his balls were drawing up, his abs tensing with each thrust. He was grunting and growling, sweat dripping down his body.
Al it took was just a…bit..more…
A harsh clench of her walls around him and he was seeing light flash behind his eyelids. Cock spurting out cum, coating her insides and leaking down to froth at his base. He couldn’t stop thrusting, filling her up with all that he had, pressing it as deep as he could get it.
She moaned, long and low, as he came to a grinding stop.
Taking just an extra moment to savor the feeling and keep his cum as deep in her as he could, he started to pull away.
Once he pulled out his cum quickly followed, dripping to the floor. He took one extra second to enjoy the sight before moving to release her from her ties. Each pull was quick and efficient and before long she was in his lap on the chair nearby. His big hands were rubbing at her joints and each indent from the ropes.
She sat there, warm and comfortable, knowing any rope burn and bruises would be tended to with care, allowing her to settle into the afterglow.
Imagine being Ganondorf's chosen and you sneak out to watch some Lynels training. He's not quite fond of you doing that. Not because he frets that they will trample over your weak, Hylian body. Not quite. You'll make them go soft if you do. Brushing their hair, 'booping' their noses. Smiling at them with the same expression he selfishly insists should be exclusive to him. The Lynels are not your fluffy companions.
Not a Queen
MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Ganondorf x reader, Reader is a fem Hylian married to Ganondorf, 400 words, complete word vomit and not proof read
CW: NSFW, piv marathon? seggs, Ganondorf degrades reader, uses 'vixen', long way of saying 'cocksleeve'
notes: written with OoT/TP/HW Ganondorf in mind but imagine whichever, TotK is hot but not that high on my list. I've been playing a lot of OoT and i miss him.
Ganondorf’s word is always final, no reasoning from anyone would way him if he was convinced of something. you, the Hylian woman he took as a wife is legally the ‘Queen’, but he made sure to keep you in line in private.
Privacy meant nothing when Ganondorf got his hands on you, the nights felt longer whenever he would remind you of your place as he fucked the discipline back into you for raising your voice slightly in front of his subjects.
“You’re not a queen,” he grunts as he tightens his large grip on your thigh to keep your shaking legs open. Driving his cock impossibly deep you couldn’t speak, only choked moans and gasps, pleas and apologies. “You’re nothing but a pretty face for my eyes, and a sleeve for my cock.” He drives the point as hard as his thrusts.
“P-please- my king- I’m sorry, I’m sorry..!” Your desperate babbling made him laugh deeply, you could feel his chest vibrate against your back as he held you in a full nelson, he barely had the patience to take off your clothes.
“Apologies won’t save you, you little vixen..” Ganondorf’s voice threatening you and belittling you under the onslaught of his hands tightening on your skin, his vibrating voice in your ear and the occasional grunt and groan; your tightening around his size drove him insane.
The way he handles you, tosses you around, and fucks you like he’ll die if he stops; it’s truly one of the most effective ways to get you back under his command, his giant hand holding your skull down to the bed with his other sinking his fingers into your hips to keep your ass propped up against his hips. A wicked smile on his lips as the sound of the jewelry he adorns you with clinks and jingles against the force of his thrusts, layered with the skin slapping, panting and moaning. he lets you go to move you once more, a position fit to prone-bone you so you’ll feel all of his length.
The Demon King had to hold back a laugh when he tugged you to a headlock and a yelp was ripped out of you, he let out a breathy laugh. “This. This is truly the form you deserve to take on.” he started with a grunt, making sure you were paying attention before he continued. “Under me, glimmering with sweat and jewelry, legs open and ready to receive me. You’re my little wife; not a queen..”
And yet he’s grateful for how much you accept his love, as messed up as his affections were no one submitted to him like you did. No pleas sounded as sweet as yours when he reminded you who your king was. "remember that under me, you're just a cocksleeve wife."
Nothing could have prepared you for this moment. But that was okay.
Because you were sharing it with him.
“Oh!” It’s the only sound you could make. The only word your lips could form. And it was a pitiful thing. Something you might have been embarrassed about if the situation was different. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help yourself. Tonight you’re just a girl. Tonight you’re just a bride. A bride consummating her marriage. A bride losing her virginity. A bride trying desperately not to tense up too much as her newly wedded husband slowly pushes his member past her lower lips and declares her as the queen worthy of sitting upon his throne.
“You’re doing well,” Ganondorf praises you quietly, voice just barely rising above your breathless moans. Despite always seeming like he’s in control of every situation and every room he walks into, you could tell that he too was struggling with something in this moment. But to be honest? “Very well, in fact. Just stay relaxed for me.”
You were far too out of it to really care about what he was going through. You had yourself to worry about.
At the moment, your husband is hovering just above you on his knees as lie beneath him on the bed. His big frame dwarfs over you. It makes it hard to really think about or look at anything that isn’t his handsome olive-toned skin or his fiery amber-colored eyes. But that was fine with you. When you weren’t looking at your husband, you were far too busy squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into his shoulders, his arms, his hands- just about anything you could grab. All to make it easier. All to survive the initial step. All to the survive the actual moment he pushes himself all the way inside of you and the two of you become one. Just like husband and wife should be.
Your legs are spread nice and wide to accommodate him coming in between them. At such an angle, you didn’t expect to be able to see just about anything. But your husband’s manhood was far too big and proud to go unnoticed. In between desperate gasps and pants and greedy gulps of air, you manage to chance an occasional look at what’s happening in between your legs. Due to the immense amount of pressure you feel down there, you find that what you see isn’t very surprising. But it is somewhat terrifying.
Ganondorf is slow as he makes his way inside you, though you manage he wouldn’t have been able to go very fast, even if he wanted to. Even so, he’s being as kind and caring and doting and as patient as he’s been all night with you. You can see so easily he takes his time in an effort to make it as painless as possible for you, and lets you get used to the girth of his manhood and how it stretches you out to take as much as him as possible. That means every time you manage to take a peak of where he’s entering you, you’re met with the intimidating sight of something long and hard and thick and just… monstrous disappearing side of you. Soaking up and using your wetness from countless hours of arousal and multiple orgasms as leverage. Sliding in little by little. Letting your body’s most precious, most intimate part take him inside of you. Almost like it was meant to be there in the first place.
At this point, you could no longer see the tip of his manhood and its distinct (and a little leaky) mushroom-looking shape. It was gone and buried inside of you. But you can recall all too well those first few moments when that very same tip was beginning to poke and prod at your lower lips. You recall all too well those first few moments when that very same tip finally began to travel past your lower lips and tug and force its way through your tight, tight walls.
And when you began to whimper and whine at the foreign intrusion and the discomfort it brought you, your husband was quick to calm you down. He was quick to offer you his hand and give a lingering kiss to your cheeks as he spoke to you sweetly. He told you that in order for this to work, you needed to trust him. You needed to be calm. You needed to relax. You needed to be still. And you did trust him. But the rest- the rest felt impossible. You couldn’t be calm. You couldn’t relax. You couldn’t be still. Not while that thing, as desirable as it looked, was making your eyes roll into the back of your head and your lower stomach feels all too weird.
Still, how you tried. Oh by the goddesses, did you try.
All that foreplay. All that preparation. You thought it would have at least made things easier. With how long things took, you thought the whole thing would have been inside of you by now. Back before he put it in, you thought you were being dramatic by thinking about the chance that it just wouldn’t fit inside you. You thought that you were taking the role of blushing bride a little bit too seriously. After all, plenty of other women have had sex before. And your husband’s manhood was the first you had ever seen. How were you supposed to know that he wasn’t just big, he was giant.
And how were you supposed to know that a stretch this big could manage to feel so different and so good at the exact same time?
“Oh…my love…” Your moans come out in a pitch higher than what you usually use- a sign of a neediness bubbling up inside of you. “It’s…it’s-!”
“How do you I make you feel, little one?” You hear your husband purr from above you. Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and the small, satisfied smile that you see nearly makes you melt into the bed. His gaze is strong, confident, and still very kind. But the look of lust and desire in his expression is not one to be ignored. Just like you couldn’t exactly ignore the subtle ripple of his muscles every time he moved inside of you. Just like he couldn’t exactly ignore the way your body looked beneath him- plush and pretty and oh-so inviting. But the two of you had other things to concern yourself with than just looking at each other’s bodies. Especially considering the fact that at the moment, both of your bodies were creeping ever so close to becoming one. “Does it feel as perfect as you are, my dear?”
You let out yet another moan, not trusting yourself to even make another attempt at forming a few words. The stretch you feel as his hardness burrows itself inside of your warm, wet walls no doubt has an element of pain to it. In fact, it brings with you the feeling of being overwhelmed- of having too much in front of you or having too much to deal with at once. But you couldn’t deny it. There was something beautiful- something enchanting- about the feeling of sharing and losing your virginity to a man such as him. There was something perfect about how he spent ensuring you were as comfortable as a girl being split apart by her husband could be.
In every second he spent filling you up, he managed not to get distracted by the pull and the appeal of thrusting harshly into the very body he had just deflowered. You knew he must have thought about it. You knew he must have considered it. He is a man as much as he is now your husband.
But he’s a good man. And he’s a great husband.
So great that he continues to push himself in at your pace, not his. So great that he lets you squeeze his hand and bite his shoulder and whimper his name over and over again until the moment he finally, finally, finally bottoms out inside of you. And when he arrives there, he doesn’t move. He lets you sit there with your walls fluttering around him as your body adjusts fully to his size and shape. He lets you soak it all in while he enjoys the feelings that come with a husband being inside his wife for the first time. And he lets you have a moment to remember that this is your first time.
Not just your first time being this intimate with a man. And not just your first time lying with a man. But your first time being with him in such a manner.
It’s something to be cherished. It’s something to be enjoyed. It’s something to love and to be loved on. Nice and slow and nice and slow. But you’ll get to that later. Because now, as man and woman and as husband and wife, you have all the time in the world to cherish each other. You have all the time in the world to enjoy each other. To love each other.
And you’d be lying if you said you started to feel all those things at this exact moment. You’d be lying, because you knew it all along. You knew how much you both cherished and enjoyed and loved each other. You knew because it was from the moment you met this man. You knew it from the moment you married this man.
And now, in this moment where you share in your husband’s embrace, bodies pressed together and minds drawing on blank on every subject except for the man in front of you right now, you recall what your mother said to you before you were set to be married. She told you that the night of your wedding might be scary. But if your husband was kind to you- if he was good to you, you would have nothing to worry about.
And you’re happy. You realize that as you smile you up at Ganondorf while you’re met with a smile that’s equally as charming being thrown back in your direction while you bask in each other’s presence. You realize that with a soft laugh that threatens to spill out. You realize that with bright eyes and beating heart and drums and drums and drums for all the care and attention that you received tonight. Because you’re happy. You’re just so happy. You’re happy because your mother’s words were right. You’re happy because you love and care for your husband. You’re happy because he loves and cares perhaps even more for you. You’re happy because you lost your virginity in a way that made way for much pleasure among the pain. And you’re happy because you have nothing to worry about. Just like your mother told you. But more than anything?
You’re happy because it’s your wedding night. And what could make a bride any happier than that?
Warnings: p in v, missionary, rough sex, knotting, body alternations, cream pie, breeding, dumbification, overstimulation, biting, monster fucking, & light praise
Explicit—MDNI—1.4k Words
It was like the usual day in Hyrule castle. Servants going around, the sky was dark as always, and monsters surrounding the area doing whatever they're supposed to do
After Ganondorf finally conquered Hyrule for himself, he still didn't feel as if it was enough. That's where you came into the image
You were a conquest, a thriving land that he sought after ruling the remaining ones. Living as his bride—his prize—wasn't exactly like those novels you used to read when you were a child
No. Being with Ganondorf wasn't exactly like that
Yes, you were spoiled. But with limitations. Showered in gems from different lands but you knew he gained these treasures with the destruction that naturally come out of his hands
You could never truly be at ease whenever your... 'husband' is around. Having to carefully chose your words, having to maintain a composed facade, even talking with others is kept minimal
You were his and his only. He made sure of that the moment he locked you in his golden cage
And during his reign, you start to notice the changes in his own body...
Long gone was the noticeable green of his color, swallowed by charcoal darkness. The once golden yellow hue of his eyes now burned an ominous crimson. Even his hair which was already the color of red turned into a much brighter and intense shade
But appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. The way his body worked also went through a significant transformation
And by that, his heat cycle started
"G-Gan!" You blabbered, getting fucked against the mattress and not even getting the time to breathe as you got ravished with desperate intensity
The bulge of his muscle trapped you in place, legs helplessly jerking and twitching in the air with each violent thrust he gave while his large hands cupped the flesh of your ass, pulling you even closer to meet the smack! of his hips
He growled, the sound low and deep as he worked his way with the pliant softness of your body whilst you gave a nasty arch that had him sinking his canines on the flushed skin of your sweat drenched neck
"N-nghk!" You whined, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation that he was generously giving you. The girth of his cock stretching you wide, your cunt begging for mercy as it puffed and drooled out slick
All while it greedily sucked his invading member every time he pulled out then going back in with a mean slap! of his clammy flesh
"hah...Louder little vai..." He panted then then licked a long stripe of his tongue from shoulder to the curve of your jaw with a rapacity that could be mistaken for growing obsession
"P-please..!" you choked out, fingers uncontrollably digging to the strength of his back as it flexed with each gooey plow of that dangerously swollen dick
In and out. In and out
he kept the repetitive motion, his movement jerky with each slide of entrance that your poor hole allowed "Thaaat's it..." a small chuckle escaping him as he witnessed your own mind getting blown out by the sheer size of his everything
Drool leaked steadily from your slack mouth, eyes dazed, and your limbs barely coping as you cried out in a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain
"hhh- hhngh, oh god, oh god!"
With Ganondorf, tenderness was never gentle. It came wrapped in ironclad possession and smothering intensity, even the moments meant to soothe left you breathless beneath the weight of him
"There she is" He groaned against your ear, his hips stuttering as he grew more vocal "My little vure, screaming... fuck-.. screaming for her savior"
You sobbed out, your vision blurring with the tears that mingled with the salty taste of your sweat. His hips slapping against yours in an uncoordinated motion, as if he was desperate to do anything just to spill his load deep in that fertile insides
His pace was already fast earlier but with the lingering promise of his release, he became more rougher along with the added streeeetch of his base that had you gaping for air
His teeth clenched tightly as he buried his face against your neck, his hands moving to the back of your thighs to spread you wider and your body willingly agreed along with the satisfying scream that tore at your throat
"Just-..." He moaned, his brows furrowed in concentration "..A little more.."
The legs of the bed ruthlessly screech against the floors and the headboard thumping on the walls while you're heavily pinned to the mattress with his bulk, accepting whatever he wanted to give and grab
If you weren't already losing your mind, your soul would definitely leave your body the moment his thick thumb rubbed tight circles around your aching little pearl, singing in enjoyment that echoed up your spine
"Gan! S-so.. Aah!!" You prattled, unconsciously bucking your hips against his touch, not knowing if you wanted more or less. Your moist clit loving the attention that she was getting, continuing to have your back lifted, not even touching the mattress
"Good, doesn't it?" He grinned, his teeth glinting against the light of the candelabra that crackled on the night stand
You nodded desperately, coughing on your own tears and you sniffled and mewled, your body tensing the moment you felt that familiar heat pool at your lower stomach
"f-fuck...! Stop... oh fuck!" A loud crack was heard and the mattress lowered on the side
It didn't matter if one of the legs broke, he kept going, never stopping. To Ganondorf, everything was insignificant when faced with the clamping warmth of your walls on his cock
the base of his shaft further flared, his tip an angry flushed red as it plundered your cervix over and over again
"Keep squeezing me like that, v-vure" he growled, his eyes dilated as he fucked and fucked that that miserable sopping pussy that neared the end of oblivion "no one...hah... no one makes you feel like this other than me"
You couldn't even process what he said, too cock drunk to even comprehend what was happening, you didn't even notice the bed slowly breaking
The consistent swirls of his thumb against your bundle of nerves absolutely broke whatever conscious you had left
"Gan!!" you wailed, your eyes crossing as you came all over his swelling cock, stretching you further and further. Each spurt of wetness damped his already lubricated skin as you convulsed against his form
He grunted in effort as he buried himself to the hilt, making you let out a keening whine as your hole drank up the swole of his base, his pelvis now pressed up against yours and you felt every inch cater your insides
"fucking perfect" he snarled, locking you in place as he came deep in your womb. Each splatter of his seed sticked to your gummy walls and you took it
Taking it so so well for him
His cum came out in thick white ropes, its hefty weight making you feel full if not the monstrous cock lodged deep inside you
The slit of his tip kept spitting out broken lines of him, making sure that every drop was firm and stuck
You could only whimper brokenly as you laid in his arms, your stomach taking on a rounder shape as you got filled to the brim with his royal essence while his knot continued to throb, being locked in place so securely
You can still feel him tense against your already exhausted body, both of you panting and breathing, sharing the same air that's laced in sweat and sex
He groaned and hugged you tighter, his brows furrowed in a tight line when his swollen base squirted out another strong wave of cum that even he the demon king himself, was brought low by the intensity of his knot
Even after all those months of being transformed into his demon king state, he was still getting used to the alterations that his body is going through. Yet you held him, offering whatever comfort that you can offer
Being married to the demon king might have its own ups and downs but you were right where you wanted
Taking his cock
Filled with his cum
and bearing his heirs
Along with the reassurance that you were his and he was yours in his own twisted way possible
Imagine scratching Ganondorf's beard. You're sitting there on his lap, supported by his arms and hands that cup your body, as he lazily listens to the plea of some random Hylian that had the misfortune of voicing his village's needs. The words are only half registering in his mind. They echo against one ear only to ring against the jewellery as his attention is split elsewhere. Body focussed on you. Mind focussed on you. Perhaps he'd be a little more sadistic and a little bit more cruel towards the man had it not been for your hands on his face.
He'd never admit to the softness. Ganondorf isn't soft. And yet despite himself he leans into your touch as your fingers scratch boldly at the sides of his jaw. They run so nicely against the red hair and he has to stop himself from grumbling at the feeling. You don't coo, you wouldn't dare to, but you want to. He's acting like a big cat. His lips are pressed in a tight, controlled line and his amber eyes are zone out on a distant pillar. Pupils dilated. Your ministrations have his fingers tapping against the length of your thighs. A slow rapping motion as if he's contemplating.
No blood taints the floor that night. No screams are blown in the draft of the palace walls and no wrath bubbles in his chest. It doesn't dare to, not when your touch acts like a sedative. Especially not when your touch is so pleasurable.
Plot: In the early days of Hyrule, the infamous King Ganondorf of the Gerudo is clamouring not just for dominance, not for influence, but something more tangible to assert his power: a wife. Countless women have filtered in and out of the desert to assess their compatability for marriage, but none have ever caught his eye. None save for you; an ice-born woman whose loyalty to your tribe will come to clash with the king who expects unquestionable devotion.
cws: fem!anouki!reader, arranged marriage au, mild blood and violence, non-canon minor characters, jealousy, culture shock, hyrulean politics, childhood friendships, shield-surfing, monsters, reader has antlers/can be read as chubby but no other described features
wc: 9,057
Golden hills of sand rolled like waves before you, as did the heat and the smell of the earth cooking under the great, hot sun. The winding, rocky pass you'd travelled down to get here had spoiled some of those images for you, and made you consider the desert as something closely confined and almost claustrophobic.
But not so. The ground had opened up to a world you'd never known, and the citizens of Gerudo Town greeted you with stoic smiles, exuding power the likes of which you'd rarely experienced before. The Gerudo were a proud people from what you'd been told, and you believed it now that you walked their streets. Stories of their shimmering palaces amongst the sands and valiant warriors donned in gold and rubies had entertained you since your clan first made roots in this land of Hyrule. They still dazzled you with their feminine beauty as your convoy entered their capital, your eyes greedily soaking in every shift in the wind and rustling of the sand to bask in everything you could. You must've looked so naïve peering around like a child struck with wonder as you passed through the gates, and you could tell by the way your moody escort nudged you harshly in the side when she got the chance, but you just couldn't help but bear witness to the glory of this land so different from your own.
You had been born an Anouki; a species that was unique in Hyrule but not the world itself. Your tribe were nomads to a certain degree, having moved from one island to another over many millennia in search of peace and safety. Yours was a long-life species much like the Zora, as your kind didn't mature until a much older age than Hylians, so you wouldn't be shocked to learn that the other women in your convoy were all your juniors. Part of what characterized your kind was also your appearance–although one might mistake you for a Hylian at first glance, they would need only to lift their gaze upwards to spot the antlers rooted firmly to the crown of your head. Yours were especially impressive since you'd rarely had them damaged by battle, though you still possessed some nicks and notches from the wear and tear of life. But they were still sturdy, thick and dark with a layer of light, fuzzy bristles covering every inch of bone and tissue. Aside from your telltale antlers, most of your kind were soft in the belly and in the heart, and even now as you crossed the desert you still wore your signature parka made of hide and packed with blubber that matched all the others your community wore, though this one was tailor-made by your childhood friend Maru. He was one of the few in your small tribe that was comparable in age to you, and as younglings you had spent many happy years chasing each other round the snow-capped hills, learning to hunt and fish and cook and wrestle.
As Honcho, your chief, had recalled in his storytelling, your tribe had settled in this new land of Hyrule just before its infancy–you were only a youngling then so you wouldn't have remembered, but your family and the rest of the Anouki had arrived by boat on the shores of the icy region of Lanayru, and were quick to make the glorious mountain your home. The region was bigger and more fruitful than any land they'd lived in before, and so with little hesitation your people built their village in the valley between Lanayru's peak and the cliffsides that bordered Hateno Village. However, little did they know at the time, impostors had been among them. A few pairs of the Yook–a beastly race with a voracious hunger that were your kind's sworn enemy–had disguised themselves as Anouki to sneak onboard, and upon reaching the new settlement they scattered amongst the snowy hills to make roots in their own land. They were a monstrous group that had long feuded with your tribe, and over the years since your first arrival they had wreaked havoc on your lives whenever the opportunity struck. It was the Yook that had stolen your tribe's sacred Azurine stone in a time long past, and it was them that had taken your parents from you when you were far too young. Swallowed whole and eaten alive, as all young Anouki feared from the stories your elders would tell. You had no love for them nor did any in your tribe, and they had since become an obstacle in your community's appeal to be recognized by the king and queen of Hyrule as an official settlement.
That was part of the reason you were here at all, but it wasn't only for that. You almost felt as if there was something luring you here, that this admiration for the Gerudo had spun from something that simple into something that called you to this place. If you thought about it that way, really, it made the reality of your circumstances a touch easier to deal with–you had, after all, been voted for by your people as the proper representative, though they had little idea of what this trip really entailed. Of course, you hadn't been made entirely aware of why the Gerudo were looking for suitable women until you had met with the escort at the gates of Lanayru, and realized this was not simply a gesture of good faith to make contact with the others that made up Hyrule's divisive population. This was, rather, a ballot to determine a suitable wife for the Gerudo king, a man of whom you had only heard whispers of throughout your journey here.
"Get moving!" The Hylian woman hissed again, your feet now off the donkey and on solid ground as she shoved you forward an inch–fortunately not enough for you to stumble, else you'd get in much heftier trouble for making a scene in the middle of the square.
Despite not being bound by shackles or rope, you did truly feel trapped, even in such a gorgeous place. The reason for your venture wouldn’t have been your first choice, but with few other options than this the least you could do was find gratitude for being able to visit the city, if nothing else. And to be grateful for your outfit–Maru had insisted on you staying cool in such a wildly opposite climate to your own. Even now, so far from your village in the depths of Lanayru, the inner lining of your coat shivered against your skin and a wave of fresh, icy air puffed against it from within. Maru had mentioned before you left that he'd sewn ice fruit seeds into the lining to keep it cool, as they would activate with friction and body heat. It truly was a marvelous invention...yet there was a chance you may never be able to show your true gratitude for it, as tirelessly and lovingly he slaved over it for weeks before your departure.
After all, the end goal of this trip was to get married and become the queen of the Gerudo, which meant that whoever the lucky woman was, she would likely never return to her home. You had a sense from getting to know the other women on the journey that not all of them were so opposed to such a fate, but things were a bit different for you. You may not have had blood family any longer, but you had Maru, and there were still the elders and the few young ones in your village that needed caring after. As a result of the attacks from the Yook, your kind had reached the brink of endangerment and it did worry you beyond your years, not just for yourself, but for the legacy of your people that had fought so hard to live peacefully and didn't deserve the trials and tribulations they endured. The tribe was small and warriors were few and far between; yourself and Maru were the only ones adept for battle that weren't part of the older generation, as most of whom simply refused to retire their spears despite their age. You would be devastated to never see any of them again, and to have to worry about their safety if you weren't able to keep an eye on them and protect them from the dangers on their doorstep.
However, if you were being honest, you had no expectations that that would be the case and it eased your worries by a healthy degree. The Gerudo king had gone through multiple trials of finding a wife already as you'd heard from the Zora girls early in the trip, and according to the Hylian escort the king was quite picky–you had to assume she had some sort of personal knowledge of that considering how scathingly she had said it. To think that he might choose you to be his wife, out of all the women of grace, talent, and beauty in Hyrule, was simply too slim a margin for you to believe you'd fit into it. So as you stood on the hard ground speckled with warm sand alongside the others, you thought only of all the wonderful experiences you could get out of the city while you were in it. Maybe you could even make lasting friends with the other women you had made this long, arduous journey with but hadn't had the chance to really engage with. The Hylian had made sure your group was as quiet and unassuming as possible, she said for your safety as you travelled, but you suspected it was simply because she was annoyed by your very presence.
The hostess that had sent out the invitations for the gathering soon came forth, heels clicking gracefully down the steps that lead into the palace, her smile sweet and sincere unlike the escort that stepped up to meet her. The Hylian woman had been curt and rude with you and the other women in the convoy, perhaps in some way because she'd been the only Hylian there. Aside from yourself, there were the two Zoras, a Rito girl, and one of the Zonai that had travelled with the company, while your guards were made up of a few warriors from each tribe before you parted ways at the entrance to Gerudo Town. You would've liked to have had one of the members of your own tribe here for support, but it would've been quite the ask and your village was small enough as it was–you knew you would feel more at peace if your warriors were home, ready to defend against monsters or the Yook rather than buzzing reassurances in your ear all the way into the desert.
"Sav’aaq, ladies. I thank you for your patience, and your prudence–we are glad to have you here, as is King Ganondorf." The green-eyed woman extended her hands to greet the five of you, her palms as warm as the stones beneath your feet while she clasped yours like an old friend. Her smile was comforting, whether it was part of a façade or not–it was no secret that rumours of King Ganondorf's malice had spread far and wide throughout the kingdom. But they might just be that, just whispers echoing a false truth, so you pushed the thought to the back of your mind and focused instead on how happy you'd be once the escort finally took her leave…although it didn't seem like she was keen on going anywhere anytime soon.
"Mama? Are those the vai from outside?" A small, high-pitched voice perked your ears up. “Why does she have antlers?” And with a glance over to your left, you immediately spotted the girl it belonged to. She was young, maybe only a few years old, yet her well-meaning mother still urgently hushed her daughter as she hurried up beside her. She cast a quick glance towards you and grew dark with embarrassment at the feel of your gaze.
However, there wasn't an ounce of pity or disgust that bubbled up in you at the sight. Rather, that bright-eyed little girl reminded you of yourself and your own mother, however long ago it was that you would tease her in the same innocently childlike way. With a soft smile and a slight raise of your hand, you waved gently towards the little girl and felt a rush of enthusiasm when she was eager to wave back. She did so with so much vigour she might have just floated off the ground without her mother's hand gripping her own protectively. But she seemed relieved–thankful even, and with a nod and a brief wave back she scooped up her child and made a brisk trip back to their fruit stall.
A royal consort. The position could be filled by any Gerudo vai in the city, and you were sure there was no short supply of women here that would desire to be the king's lover. Power, wealth, a strong voe to bring honour to their family line and match the indomitable strength of a Gerudo woman herself…the feelings of hostility surely wouldn't stop at the feet of the Hylian who'd been making your life hell this whole trip, but at least for now, you might as well push those thoughts to the back of your mind until you were forced to deal with them eventually. You had enough to worry about as it was–you really didn't need the fear of jealousy stirring up your anxieties as well, especially not in regards to a man you'd never even met.
That is, not until you heard the telltale blaring of horns in announcement of the royal family, and turned your gaze back towards the palace's entrance. The green-eyed hostess happily held an arm out to guide you, leading yourself and the other women up the polished steps to greet the king.
"Be calm, my dear."
Your father's words echoed in your mind at that very moment, and your heart tightened in your chest at the memory of someone you loved so dearly. Without him and your mother, Maru was really the only family you had anymore, and this was the first time you'd ever been separated from him.
"...And, most importantly, be polite."
With a surge of pride, you silently puffed out your chest and blew a soft sigh through your teeth, the fuzzy hair covering your antlers starting to bristle with anticipation. As the last of your family line, you now had the task of representing the Anouki people in their entirety. Whatever the result of this consultation was, the land of Hyrule would look to you as the spokesperson for your people–this was, after all, your tribe's first public appearance since your people settled here. Most people in Hyrule weren't even aware of the Anouki settlement in Lanayru, and understandably so; it was a difficult road to get there, especially for a non-Anouki, and the threat of exposure, monsters, and the Yook were good enough reasons for people to stay far, far away. You stepped up each stair with the others in the convoy and felt the heat rise in your chest as you reached the top, but with a soft bristling of your parka the lining cooled your skin and left you feeling calmer.
Still, the moment that your eyes landed on the king at his throne, your whole body felt as though it might melt in the heat. King Ganondorf much resembled a mountain in stature, dominating the throne that seemed so small in his enormous presence. He sat with his knees parted wide, his chin perched on his hand, an almost bored expression on his face. Long, crimson hair flowed down just beneath his shoulders, and would have draped even lower were it not tied up at the crest of his head. You noticed at once the hue of his skin, how it glowed a touch greener than the other Gerudo you had seen so far, but you thought that perhaps that was simply a symptom of the historical rarity of males born to the Gerudo tribe. His gold finery and jewels glistened against those vast expanses of exposed skin, as his robe only halfway covered a single shoulder and left the majority of his muscular chest bare. At his side, a long sword leaned against the arm of his seat, its blade just barely peeking out from the sheath to intimidate anyone close enough to feel its sharpness.
In the same breath as you were enraptured by his masculine beauty, you wanted more than anything to run far, far away from him. He exuded a kind of threatening charm; like an elegantly-scaled cobra whose venom could end you in moments.
At the sudden and gentle behest of your Gerudo welcomer, you were guided to bow before the king as the other women did. You could already feel the Hylian woman's glare on the back of your head for failing to fall into line, but the king seemed unfazed by neither your hesitation nor the show of respect from all his visitors. With a wave of his hand you were allowed to stand, and following your first glimpse of each other the green-eyed Gerudo woman introduced each of you one by one. The two Zora were first, then the Rito woman who seemed quite flustered, then the Zonai, and then–
“You.” The king pointed a thick, ringed finger in your direction the moment you stood. He made a motion–come closer–and panic bubbled up in your throat, freezing the soles of your boots right to the floor. A moment passed in silent agony as your legs refused to move. Then, as if having waited for this opportunity to embarrass you further, your Hylian escort shoved you forward again with the quietest hiss under her breath, and you stumbled only a little before you hurried to approach the king's throne. One of his warriors stationed next to him held her spear aloft when she deemed you'd gotten too close, but Ganondorf reached out to subtly lower her blade with his fingers. He urged you closer towards the arm of his seat until you stood so close that all that separated you from him was the sword at his side.
“I have seldom seen one of your form before.” He murmured, looking you up and down before his gaze landed squarely on the antlers atop your head. He seemed…not quite puzzled, perhaps, but intrigued. One of his large fingers twitched as if he itched to reach out and touch them. “You are not a Zonai, nor a Hylian, nor a Zora, Goron, or Rito. From where do you hail?”
“I, ah…” You fumbled with the words at first, intimidated not just by his frightening aura but by the stares of every other person witness to your interaction with the king. “Anouki, your majesty. We–I, um–hail from Lanayru province.”
“Ah-nou-ki.” He rolled the syllables of the foreign word around on his tongue. “Perhaps you might regale me with the history of your kind, when the time comes.” In a slow, smooth motion, Ganondorf stood from his throne with measured purpose. In seconds, he suddenly towered over you and everyone else in the throne room, proving beyond any doubt that he held more power in his fingers than any of you did in the whole of your bodies. “For now, Vanna will bring you to your quarters. I will see you all for dinner.”
The king allowed you to step down, to put distance between yourself and his sword, but his eyes followed you through the side entrance of the throne room until you disappeared down the stairs with the others. Although your heart pounded in your chest with anxiety, your fellow consorts looked over at you with curiosity and intrigue. The Hylian woman, however, turned her gaze aside as if she couldn't even bear to look at you.
The towering Gerudo woman led the group of you down into the underground shelter beneath the palace, passing through a concealed door guarded by two tough-looking warriors and into a cool, dry home beneath the king's palace. Although the Rito girl looked a bit worse for wear at the much more cramped living conditions to what she was used to, yourself and the Zora women were instantly put at ease with the respite from the heat and the easily accessible fountain in the center of the main room.
“Now,” Vanna, in her ultimate wisdom, commanded your attention once more. She had beamed with pride since the moment you took your collective leave from the throne room, and her attention focused squarely on you. You hesitated to wonder whether that small exchange between yourself and the king was a rarity that spurred hope in her as his marriage advisor. “Lord Ganondorf will arrange to meet you all privately, but for now, the next few days will be spent acclimating you all to the Gerudo way of living.” She gestured down a short corridor, and you all peered over at it to see a small classroom off to the side. “I will conduct Gerudo language classes during the day, accompanied by culture lessons from a colleague of mine. Breakfast and dinner will be provided, and for lunch you may roam Gerudo Town as you please. I would personally recommend The Noble Canteen.”
With a smile, she stepped over to the wall by the front entrance opposite to the guard posted there, and unfastened the hanging curtain to display a map etched into the stone. By the small symbols and names written into every inch, you picked up at once that it detailed the many offerings of Gerudo Town itself; quite handy to familiarize oneself and to not get lost. “Please, feel free to introduce yourself to our citizens. They will be quite intrigued to learn more about the ladies who may one day be their queen.” As she passed her gaze over each and every one of you, Vanna chuckled softly. “Perhaps, to get yourselves settled in, you might introduce yourselves to one another first?”
The lot of them looked to you, and you cleared your throat a bit meekly before gathering the courage to introduce yourself, and speak your name.
“-As I mentioned, I'm one of the Anouki tribe. It's a pleasure to meet you all.” You nodded your head politely, though the customs of your fellow races were still quite foreign to you. “I hail from the province of Lanayru, but I came from a far-off land, and crossed the sea to get here.” As you stood together in a sort of half-circle headed by Vanna and the Hylian woman, the Zonai girl standing next to you asserted herself next.
“Nice to meet you!” She bared her glimmering, fanged teeth in a gaudy smile, though her exuberance–despite the rather intimidating height of her stature–was certainly something to be admired. Her ears were what captivated you the most, as long and fluffy as they were, though the soft paleness of her furry limbs drew your attention even moreso. She was quite the anomaly, though so were you. “Puri of the Zonai kingdom, at your service!” She made a cheesy imitation of a Hylian guard’s salute, and along with the others you giggled in the face of her cheerful optimism.
Next were the Zora girls who introduced themselves as the sisters Mila and Malo, whose only noticeable differences were the hues of their rubbery skin. Mila appeared more reddish-blue in the light, while Malo, the shyer of the two, took on a softer, purplish colour to her skin that apparently was quite rare in the Zora's culture. Following them was the Rito girl who was so quiet and nervous, and only upon a bit of friendly encouragement did she swallow her nerves and speak over her ruffled feathers.
“I-I'm Koku,” She practically whimpered, the tip of her pointed beak trembling as she pulled her tawny-coloured wings protectively to her chest. “I'm from, u-uh, Rito V..Village..”
“It's lovely to meet you, Koku.” Vanna answered sweetly, almost maternal in the way she smiled and the girl's shoulders lowered as the tension eased somewhat. She still didn't seem at all confident or comfortable, but it was a start at least. “I'm glad to have met all of you. The day is coming to a close, but dinner will take place in the courtyard soon. Feel free to rest in your accommodations, wash up from the journey, and we will reconvene in an hour's time.” She motioned towards the corridor where the bedrooms were, and with that, she and the Hylian woman exited out the same door you arrived through and left the rest of you to your devices.
Though you were happy to be alone, and used to ostracization–really, that was the reason why your tribe had fled their homeland in the first place–it took you by surprise to see Puri, the Zonai, grab both you and the Rito by the arms and hurry off towards the room together, her gleefulness at having new friends palpable as the Zora sisters followed close behind. The sleeping accommodations, albeit shared, appeared rather cozy and almost luxurious compared to what you were used to. The beds were bunked high and low on chiseled slabs of stone and despite the hard base, your hand sunk into the bedding itself when you grazed it and the softness lured you in with promises of a comfy, unperturbed sleep.
Rather than wash the day from your face or loosen the sand caked into your boots, you found yourself chatting the hour away with the girls, the potential competition lost among you as you giggled and shared memories of life and loves back home. Mila and Malo illustrated the sacred beauty of Zora's Domain for you, while Puri chimed in about the lands in the sky that her people called home, and her civilization that had slowly dwindled over time. Koku meekly admitted to having a crush on the village chief's son in her hometown, earning herself plenty of ‘ooh's and ‘aww's from the rest of you, though it was clearly one of many reasons why she hadn't wished to come to this desert that opposed all that she knew. When it came time for you to speak, the comfort you felt at the camaraderie caused the history of your people to come spilling out of you without realizing–until you made mention of Maru.
“Maru?” Mila echoed his name, a smile tweaking her bluish lips as she clasped her webbed hands together. “Oh, Malo, didn't we run into a ‘Maru’ last spring? With the antlers?” She splayed her webbed fingers over her head as mock antlers and her sister nodded, the girl squealing with such innocent glee that it took you by surprise. “Oh, he was cuuute! He helped us out when Malo got caught up in some fishing line downstream!” The Zora suddenly pounced and grabbed hold of your hands, her own so cool and rubbery to the touch it resembled blubber more than skin. “Hey, if I don't get picked by King Ganon, will you set us up? Pleeeease?” She begged childishly with a flash of soft, wet blue eyes. How could you possibly say ‘no’?
“S-Sure,” You stammered, a bit hot in the face at the prospect. Anouki love was simple and pure; there weren’t many mates to choose from in the first place, and with how small your tribe had shrunk since your arrival in Hyrule you were certainly privy to the idea of the chief pairing you with Maru when it came time for you to settle down. That time had been drawing closer and closer as you matured, to the point that your village’s head Honcho had already begun meeting with yourself and Maru individually to assess your readiness. Even knowing your best friend as long as you had, you really weren’t clear on his feelings about it. He, too, didn’t have much say in the matter. All you knew was that he would undoubtedly smile, laugh, and playfully poke fun at you no matter the outcome, as his focus had always been on uplifting others even at the cost of expressing his own feelings. He would do just about anything for you if he thought it would make you happy.
Just then, Vanna’s clear voice rang out to call for you to gather at the entrance, and all five of you clambered to your feet to step out into the shelter’s main room and head for the stairs. As the main road of Gerudo Town came into view again, you breathed a soft sigh at the sight of the sun dipping down behind the mountains, painting a beautiful array of reds and oranges across the clear sky. It was gorgeous weather for a picnic–even if your memories of the swirling auras of the northern lights still called you back home.
One of many things that separated you from the other women was definitely your appetite. Despite being in the presence of the intimidating king who sat leisurely at the head of the long table, you dove into your dinner with a fervour that went unmatched by the other suitors in your presence.
The courtyard, which was more of a smooth, stone outcrop just down the lefthand stairs to the throne room, looked out on to a sea of sand and the glimmering dusk as a breeze cooled off the oppressive heat. Though the Hylian woman–whom you now knew as Lorna–had verbally bitten your head off for keeping on your parka during your trek through the desert, the others and King Ganon had been patient and respectful of what they assumed to be your customs until now. With a meal in front of you and the air finally cooling down your skin, you’d undone your thick jacket and draped it back over your chair, leaving you in a sleeveless top that clung to your frame as you ate with both hands. As preoccupied as you were, it hadn’t even struck you yet that the Gerudo’s stare had quietly slid over to you during the course of the meal.
Likewise, Vanna followed her king’s gaze with mild interest before lifting her cup to her painted lips and sipping from the heady drink. She sat opposite to Ganon himself, diagonal from the Zora sisters to her right and Koku to her left. Next to the sisters was your spot, and at the Rito’s side sat Puri and then Lorna, who inched closer to the king where she'd taken up her seat. But you were too enamoured by the spread of fruits and meat to care. Your tore the skin off a voltfruit piece by piece, as Vanna had shown you, to get at the delicate white flesh within, mesmerized by the little black seeds that tasted of something almost bitterly sour. Clear juice dribbled down your chin as you bit into it, which only turned Ganon's attention further away from everything else and closer towards you.
“So, ladies,” Vanna's eyes twinkled with the starlight that started creeping out from behind the clouds. “How have you found our home so far?” She set her Noble Pursuit down on the table and the clinking of silverware quietly peppered the interim. A few of the girls piped up with compliments about the city, the skies over the desert, the hospitality–and of course, the food. At the mention of that, Lorna shot you a glaring smirk from across the table, and not a word needed to be said for you to get the picture. You bowed your head in embarrassment, lowered the chunk of fruit to your plate, and silently dabbed your mouth with the back of your hand while the rest chatted idly between themselves. Had you made that much of a fool of yourself already? It seemed so.
The conversation droned on peacefully like a family meal, with the exception of the Hylian mooning over King Ganondorf and turning up her nose at everyone else. It had certainly occurred to you why she might be so spiteful, but you wouldn't dare say it out loud and simply kept it to yourself. The king himself was rather quiet as well, observing with his chin rested on his knuckles as the table grew uproarious with talk and laughter. He could have any of the women present, anyone at all he fancied…it was humbling to consider you sat so close to someone with so much brute power and influence. He watched as you fumbled with your golden cutlery for a while, finding it too overwhelming to try knife and fork together and settling on simply carving out the fruit from the rind with a polished spoon.
You barely noticed the slices of melon slowly gathering at the edge of your plate, not until they formed a mini mountain over the rim. Glancing upwards, your breath hitched at the sight of the king with a sharp blade in hand, whittling away at a juicy hydromelon that looked as small as a shockfruit in his enormous palm. He barely made eye contact, but the gift was certainly for you–and it made Lorna seethe across from you, but he didn't seem to notice or care. Vanna did, however, and her eyes gleamed with promise at the sight of Ganondorf seemingly showing a soft side for one of his potential brides. While the others chatted away, you plucked a square of melon from the pile and slowly, cautiously took a bite. Ganon peered up at your antlers, down to your lips, then back to the fruit he was peeling.
“They're for battle?” He rumbled, his voice low and gruff in his chest but somehow…oddly tender. You swallowed and shook your head lightly.
“My antlers? No, they, um…they're a bit too sensitive for that.” While chewing your lip, you managed a soft smile. “They're mostly for decoration. Pride. Like…the shape of a Zora's fins.”
“Mh.” He hummed in reply. “Or the sharpness of a Gerudo's blade.”
“Exactly.” You nodded, found your gaze drawn to the swell of his muscles, and looked back down at your plate. Ganon swept off another chunk of melon and gestured towards your half-devoured meal.
“Eat your fill. Your kind will suffer the heat of the desert.” Somehow, he said so with a barely perceptible grin. Each piece you bit into seemed to amuse him more and more; when he'd cut down to the rind, you found yourself sharing the sumptuous fruit with the king himself, the shell offering a viable bowl for the two of you to eat out of. It certainly wouldn't go unnoticed, and you quietly feared that this gesture may isolate you from the friends you'd just made, but the rest of them save for Lorna seemed quite content to carry on the conversation with smiles and laughter abounding.
As the night carried on and the lamp oil began to dwindle, the plates were finally cleared and the king quietly bid you all a good night. With full bellies you were escorted back down into the shelter, and you patted down the fluffy bed before climbing into it to tuck in for the evening. A chorus of “good night!”s echoed from the other girls, and you managed one of your own, feeling a strange sense of familiarity in the coolness of the desert's gorgeous moon.
Not a few hours later, you felt your shoulder being jostled and someone shaking you awake; in the darkness you cracked open your sleepy eyes to find Lorna's blue ones piercing into you, her sneer as set as ever as she loomed over you. You opened your mouth to speak, but she shushed you before you could even try–and sure enough, you listened to the sounds of the girl's snores around you, and held your tongue until you were ushered out into the main foyer of the shelter.
“The king wishes to speak with you.” The woman's eyes gleamed, and they prickled you with uneasiness. “Privately. Come along.”
Although it couldn't have gotten darker than it was when dinner had concluded, it was truly dark in Gerudo Town as you made your way up the steps and followed Lorna towards the western entrance. The few torches smoked gently along the path like they'd been blown out by the breeze, making it difficult not to trip over your own feet in the dark with the sand dusting over the stone. At the doorway where two guards were usually posted, only their footprints remained in the sand. You waited quietly as your guide brought over a seal, one of the large and furry creatures you'd caught a glimpse of when you'd first trekked through the desert, with a sort of sled attached to its harness. Her voice rang out sharply as she ordered you to get in, and you did for fear of incurring more of her wrath.
How long the journey would take, where exactly she was taking you, were all questions you mulled over but didn't have the courage to ask. You wondered why the king would invite you out so far into the dunes to have a simple conversation; perhaps he had some sort of test he intended to put you through? The thought made your stomach churn, and the feeling only grew when the sled shuddered with a great rumble from below.
“L-Lorna? What was-?” She turned her head and hushed you again. But those eyes of hers had an eerie glint in them that made you want nothing more than to jump out and run back home. “Lorna, I want to go back! C-Can we go back, please?” You called to her over the wind whipping by your face, but she ignored you.
And then, as the seal approached the crest of a ridge, she dug her heels in and turned sharply to the left. Your yelp as the sled tipped over echoed when you plummeted hands-first into the sand, which gave way underneath you to send you tumbling antlers-over-feet down a massive dune. In the few seconds that followed, dizzy and shakily patting yourself down to assess whether you'd been hurt or not, the rumbling started again–and this time, you couldn't help but let out a scream at what was barreling towards you.
A great, dark fin rose out of the sand and parted it like the sea as it headed in your direction. The rumbling hadn't been an earthquake, or a sinkhole, or anything of the sort, but an enormous beast that struck the fear of death straight into your heart. Not many times in your long life had you feared the end, but compared to the fright of the Yook whom you'd been taught to fear, this was a danger that threatened to consume you entirely in terror.
In a mad scramble to your feet you whipped your head in every direction, searching, frantically scanning for anything to offer cover. Amidst the dark shadows that cloaked the land in twilight, there was nothing…until you spotted the rough edges of rock jutting out from the sand, and sprinted for it without any hesitation. You couldn't look back, for the sight of the beast was liable to freeze you in your fear, but the desert seemed to relent under your pounding feet. At the last moment before the monster opened its maw to inhale you, you threw yourself at the slab of rock and pulled your feet over the side, and your heart finally reached its fever pitch to subside when you weren't swallowed whole in a moment.
The Molduga crested over the waves of sand and swerved back into the great valley before you. Off in the distance, atop the ridge where you'd been dumped so unceremoniously, your eyes widened as you spied Lorna standing there, watching you. She bent down to unhook the sled and let it slide down the embankment, just for it to sink slowly out of sight. In the next moment, she was gone.
As you soon learned, Molduga didn't seem to leave their hunting grounds without great persuasion. Over the next few hours you witnessed it chase after small prey–birds that touched the surface of the sand for a moment, and a few brave lizalfos here and there–but it would always come back, and it would keep circling. If the beast slept, you had no way of knowing. It seemed to forget you were there, but when you tossed a rock or two or tried to put a foot on the sand, it would come rushing for you and stop only once it sensed nothing to bite at.
You would die, you were sure of that. The Hylian hadn't just stranded you out here with no hope of escape, you had no doubt that she was spinning a story to everyone that you had left of your own accord. Maybe she'd even told them you already died. A freak accident in the desert caused by misadventure or dumb curiosity. You tilted your head upwards to feel the first rays of dawn warm your face; once the heat set in, that was when you'd be done for. There was no shelter on this little outcrop of rock, just a small ledge for you to rest against that offered no real shade or warmth from the elements. If you climbed to the top of it you might get a vantage point, but even then, what would you do? You would have to get past the Molduga, and there was just…no way. Not even the fastest sledder of your tribe could manage to outrun such a creature. And you didn't even have your coat with you, it'd been left back at the shelter. It might be the only thing Maru and your tribe would have to remember you after you'd been swallowed up by the beast or succumbed to the might of the sun.
After several more hours to deliberate on your fate, your tears had plenty of time to dry in the blistering heat. You were going to die, and you would never see Maru or any of your people ever again. Now, it was just a question of whether you bore the pain of death by exposure, or just gathered your last vestiges of courage and dropped yourself into the sand to be at the Molduga's mercy. A quick death, if you were lucky. One bite, swallow, and it would all be over. To think that you would face the same end as your parents was terrifying on one hand, but also…strangely comforting. Perhaps, even if it was the Yook that spelled out their demise and a Molduga that did yours, you would see them again in some life after death. That was all you could possibly think to comfort you as anger bubbled up in your chest.
“I…I hate that woman's guts.” You spit out through your teeth, and shakily dragged yourself up to your feet as the sun rose to its highest point in the sky. One step into the abyss, and this would all be over.
“Kheee-yeewww!”
But just as your foot hovered over the edge, a sharp whistle pierced the air and startled you back on to your perch. The sky, a backdrop of bright blue and wisps of clouds, yielded nothing at first. Not until you caught sight of something gleaming on the breeze, and recognized the tawny feathers of your new Rito friend. Koku's whistling cut through the air once again as she circled overhead, and over the ridge, you watched in awe as heads popped up one by one–alongside the other girls clambering up the dune was the tall, slender figure of Vanna, who wielded an impressive spear that she used to pull herself up over the edge. Following behind were Gerudo warriors of all sizes hurrying to come to your aid, and flanking them was the massive, imposing stature of the king himself. Glaring down the valley he parted his soldiers as easily as water, and approached the top of the ridge with no fear of what lay below.
Perhaps agitated by the whistle, or by the movement in the far-off distance, the ground thundered beneath you like a violent storm. It thrashed, forcing you to stumble back and catch yourself against the outcrop, only to be faced with the awful sight of safety being ripped away from you. Cracks started forming down the middle of the rock, and you knew then. Oh, you knew you were dead. The tremor even rocked the soldiers on the ridge, and Malo yelped as she lost her grip on the shield she carried and it slid down into the sand-filled valley. You honed in on it, gleaming like a golden speck as it sped fast towards you. The Molduga let out a roar as it whipped past, just to launch the shield right at your feet with a whip of its tail. You practically dove to grab it, and once it was in your hands you felt something grab you and shake you from the inside. A memory struck you–the shrill, happy squeal of Maru's laughter as he watched you speed down the mountain on your sled for the first time. As younglings, you both watched your elders race to reach the bottom of the snowy hills and launch over crevasses, obsessing over the best tricks and fantasizing about the days you would reach the ranks of the skilled sledders you looked up to.
It didn't really register that you were taking such a risk with your life, you didn't even really notice the shouts of your rescuers as you dropped your sled and stepped on. It felt so familiar to push off the rock that it could've been snow that whipped your hair about your face, and the shaking of the earth could've been an avalanche, rather than a bloodthirsty monster of the dunes that missed its dinner.
The Molduga kicked up a torrent and you soared, barely clearing the rock you'd just been standing on as the beast's fin shattered it into smithereens. It wouldn't be long that it caught up to you, so you crouched low so your knee just barely touched the rim of your shield and gained some speed downwind. The valley whizzed by you as your makeshift sled cut through the ocean of sand, fast approaching the ridge where Gerudo soldiers started pouring over to rush the beast and intercept its attack. But you started to slow as you lost momentum off the waves, and the sheer terror in the Zora sister's cries as they hollered for you to go faster just proved that you weren't escaping your fate so easily. With one final, thunderous roar of the monster as it breached for the last time, you squeezed your eyes shut and wondered if it would hurt as much to be eaten as you imagined it might.
Then, as quickly as it began, the tremors ceased. Too afraid to look behind you just yet, you sped off and skidded to a stop with your heel only once the Molduga let out a high, squealing shriek as it breathed its last. Behind you the creature laid twitching atop the sand–crouched over it was the king himself, who knelt with the tip of his blade buried deep in its forehead. He breathed heavy and slow, sweat beading at his temples, before finally rising to his full height and ripping the sword from his prey with a flick to disperse the blood. Every movement was poised, elegant and swift as it was terrifying and deadly.
“Hey!” Suddenly you were jostled on both sides by Mila and Malo, who each grabbed one of your arms and squeezed them with worried looks on their faces. “Are you okay?! We thought you were a goner!” If anything you feared more for them, as their gills heaved and their rubbery skin glistened with sweat in the climate. They weren't meant to endure the heat just as much as you.
“I-I'm fine,” You stammered out, although you were anything but. Koku swooped down on her wings and took a running stop on her talons, while Puri slid her way down the embankment to hurry to your side, each girl more relieved than the last to see you were unharmed. Only once a shadow cast over all five of you did your group turn their heads to Ganondorf, who looked down on you with a borderline unreadable expression. The only hint of emotion he showed was in his voice as he spoke up.
“You should have waited for me.” Dread made a pit in your stomach at the way he phrased that, but he smoothed it over effortlessly with just a few words. “The beast could have swallowed you whole. I would never forgive myself if I allowed that to happen to you.”
“I-I’m okay, your majesty..” You practically whimpered under your breath, but he was so intimidating you couldn't help it. Fortunately he found it all to be quite amusing, and just let you flounder until he slid a finger underneath your chin.
“Your shield-surfing was very impressive.” Slowly, slowly he tilted your head up to look at him, and you realized just then how big he was and how easily he could break you over his knee like a branch. “I sense I am in the presence of greatness, little Anouki.”
You barely took in a breath while he held your gaze, and only found your lungs again when he stepped away and put distance between you again. You couldn't pinpoint how to feel about the king, even as the others fawned over you, giggling about how cute it was that Ganondorf praised you.
“One more thing,” He turned to glance over his shoulder at you, effectively silencing the whispers for a moment. “I will have guards posted by your quarters. For your safety, do not leave the shelter unless I am present to escort you.”
“Y-Yes, your majesty.” You nodded and bowed your head, though the seriousness of his warning seemed not to be directed at you. He paused to exchange whispers with Vanna, before urging the captain of his royal guard to keep watch as he led the five of you back to Gerudo Town. Although the walk was peppered by a flurry of steps with such a large convoy, the silence of the king cut through everything as he matched your pace step for step. He lingered so close you wondered if he was preparing to shield you all in case you got a knife in the back, or Hylia forbid another Molduga sprang up from the dunes. Granted, you also couldn't breathe a sigh of relief until you took your first step under the archway that marked the entrance to the city. And of course, your body's first reaction to the weight being lifted off your shoulders was to cry out in desperate hunger–your stomach growled loud enough to startle Mila beside you, though she seemed just as worried that you hadn't eaten as you were embarrassed over the sound. As the girls began to fuss over you again, a slow chuckle radiated off of the king like the low toll of a bell.
“Rarely have I encountered such kind women in my search for a wife.” He gestured ahead for your group to enter the courtyard, where the table was hurriedly being set with food and drinks by the palace attendants. He pulled out your seat for you and took his own place at the head of the table, the Hylian's spot noticeably empty as was Vanna's. “Your bonds appear to be strong already.”
None of you really knew what to say to that in these circumstances, except to smile and nod happily as the king joined you for an unexpected lunch. It was short-lived, as he remained just long enough to share a drink before one of his advisors was calling his attention away. But as you sat with a wedge of sugared shockfruit pinched in your fingers, you wondered and wondered still; what would you say to the king when he asked why you were out in Molduga territory, all on your own, in the middle of the night?
You would have to make an excuse, you decided as the sweet crystals melted on your tongue. With such an abundance of fruit the Gerudo certainly discovered some creative ways to serve it. You managed to put away three more wedges of the little yellow beauties before it was time to step away from the table, a little wobbly from your time under the sun, and the girls sweetly held you up to lead you down the steps into the shade of the underground shelter. Just as the king had mentioned, there were two additional Gerudo women guarding the entrance to your quarters as well as the ones already at attention at the stairs that led inside the cavern. It would seem a bit excessive…but you were nowhere near the point that you would forget what you suffered for the last half day. It left you with a feeling of unease even as you were helped into bed, and Puri picked up your beloved parka to lay it over you like a cooling blanket. Only once you felt the ice fruit seeds breathe against your heated skin were you able to close your eyes, though you feared you would see that Molduga charging at you well into your deepest dreamsleep.
But you also saw him, all those muscles rippling in the golden light as he plunged his blade into your nightmare's skull. He was brutal like none that ever walked the earth. He did not exude kindness, not gentility, not even humility, but he did instill a sense of protection whenever he was near. No ill will would reach you when Ganondorf was watching. As he said, he would let no harm befall you.
If only you knew where that promise would take you–if you did, then you might have taken the opportunity to flee this world while you still had the chance.
The desert wind is warm tonight, soft, shimmering, carrying the scent of sand and sun-baked stone.
You step onto the palace balcony in the Gerudo silks gifted to you that morning.
A deep ruby top that ties behind your neck, cut scandalously low.A flowing skirt split all the way up your thigh.Gold chains glimmering against your soft stomach and hips.
You wore it as a surprise.You didn’t expect the reaction it would cause.
Behind you, you hear a sound, a low, sharp inhale.Almost a growl.
“My queen…”His voice is already thick.
You turn, smiling.“Do you like it?”
Ganondorf does not answer.
He stares.
The desert king stands frozen in place, tall, broad, devastatingly powerful but suddenly unable to breathe.
The silks flutter again, breeze slipping under the fabric, lifting the bottom edge of your top as a hint of your soft breast shows—
Ganondorf’s restraint shreds.
He crosses the distance in three strides, his enormous hand cupping the side of your face before you can gasp.
“You dare wear this,” he rumbles, voice shaking your bones.“out where anyone might see you?”
His thumb slides along your lower lip.Your knees weaken instantly.
“Ganondorf—”
His other hand grabs your hip, fingers sinking into the plush softness he worships.He pulls you flush against him and you feel it.He’s already painfully hard.
“Little queen,” he growls, leaning down until his forehead touches yours.“you are playing with fire.”
Your voice trembles.“Then burn me.”
His snarl is the only warning you get.He spins you, pressing your front to the railing,your hands splaying over cool stone as he cages you in from behind.
The vast desert spreads below, jeweled in twilight.
But all you feel is him.His palms slide up your sides, over the soft curves he adores, lifting your breasts through the silk.
“This,” he whispers hotly against your ear.“belongs to me.”
Your breath stutters as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.
The silk offers no protection—only amplifies the sensation.The wind catches your skirt again, revealing your inner thigh.
Ganondorf groans like he’s in physical pain.“Spread them.”
Your heart kicks.“Out… here?”
His teeth graze your shoulder.“Let them look up and envy their king.”
Heat floods you, pooling low and heavy.
But you obey.
Your legs open, the slit in your skirt parting to expose the soft thickness of your thighs.
Ganondorf’s massive hand drags possessively down the inside of one, squeezing until you whimper.
“Good girl.”
You feel his cock pressing against your backside, hot and thick even through his clothing.His fingers hook your panties and pull them aside.
The night air kisses your slick heat.Ganondorf chokes on a breath.“Already soaked,” he groans. “From a little wind lifting your top?”
You arch back against him.“From you.”
His growl shakes the balcony.Two thick fingers slide into you, slow at first, then deeper, curling.
You grip the railing to keep from collapsing.
“Ganon...ah—”
“Look at the desert,” he commands softly, thrusting his fingers harder.“I want it to hear you.”
Your eyes roll back as he works you open, your wetness dripping down your thighs.
Then...He pulls out.
You gasp at the sudden emptiness.
He frees himself, you hear the low rustle of fabric, then feel the heavy, heated weight of his cock sliding between your soaked folds.
“Say you want it,” he growls.
“I want it,” you breathe.
His hand fists in your hair, gently but unyielding, bending you forward over the railing.
“Louder.”
“I want it,” you repeat, voice shaking.“I want you, my king.”
That breaks him.
He thrusts into you in one deep, claiming stroke stretching you, filling you, making your breath leave entirely.
Your cry echoes over the balcony.If any guards hear, they pretend not to.
Ganondorf groans behind you, the sound guttural, reverent.
“So tight… my perfect queen…”
His hips slam into you again and again ,each thrust shaking the stone beneath your palms.
Your breasts bounce with every movement, the silk doing nothing to contain you.
He notices.
He always notices.
One massive hand slides up, gripping your breast, thumb circling your nipple until you whine.“You drive me mad,” he rasps, pounding into you harder.“Do you know what you look like in these silks?”
“Tell me...ah—”
“A feast,” he growls into your neck.
“A goddess.”
“My ruin.”
The angle shifts and he hits deeper, so deep your legs tremble uncontrollably.
“G-Ganon...please—”
His hand drops between your legs, rubbing your clit as he fucks you faster, harder, his breath harsh against your ear.
“Come for me.”
The order sends lightning through your spine.Your climax hits hard, hips shaking, legs giving out, voice breaking into helpless moans against the night air.
Ganondorf groans loudly as your walls clamp around him, milking him.He thrusts deep, deeper, until he’s buried to the hilt—
And then he breaks.
His release floods into you, hot and forceful, his hips jerking as he groans your name like a prayer.
When he finally stills, he presses his body over yours, breathing hard, keeping you pinned gently to the railing.His lips brush your shoulder.“Next time,” he murmurs, "you won’t even make it to the balcony.”
You smile breathlessly.“Then I’ll wear something even skimpier.”
His laugh is dark and sinful.“Little queen…You will be the death of me.”
I wanted to do more for this little kiss animation (Bubble interrupting by popping behind the damn couch and Pomni getting flustered), BUT THIS HAS ALREADY TAKEN ME A WHOLE TWO DAYS TO MAKE WHICH IS TOO LONG FOR MY STANDARDS
Plus, CSP Pro only allows up to 24 frames, so. AND PLUS PLUS, THIS IS TECHNICALLY MY VERY FIRST EVER FULL-FLEDGE ANIMATION
here's the gif version for people to be totally responsible with:
reblogs def appreciated because ueuueueueueue,,,, this took me a while to make and I was so close to tearing my hair out surprisingly animation is SUPER hard wow who could've ever thought
I wanted to do more for this little kiss animation (Bubble interrupting by popping behind the damn couch and Pomni getting flustered), BUT THIS HAS ALREADY TAKEN ME A WHOLE TWO DAYS TO MAKE WHICH IS TOO LONG FOR MY STANDARDS
Plus, CSP Pro only allows up to 24 frames, so. AND PLUS PLUS, THIS IS TECHNICALLY MY VERY FIRST EVER FULL-FLEDGE ANIMATION
here's the gif version for people to be totally responsible with:
reblogs def appreciated because ueuueueueueue,,,, this took me a while to make and I was so close to tearing my hair out surprisingly animation is SUPER hard wow who could've ever thought
