Zelda: The Misadventures of Link

The Legend of Zelda, The Misadventures of Link
Chapter completed on 9/1/09

If you’re still reading, after all these years, thank you for bearing with me. The writing tends to happen in compulsive fits, and I’m not very good at controlling it.

This chapter finally makes use of my other short story, Tribute to the Dark Lord, which can be found at:

http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544183146

I always meant to insert that into this storyline, but I never got around to it.

Anyhow, the usual disclaimers apply. Nintendo owns the game, the characters, the music, and I am not Nintendo. Please don’t take things too seriously, please understand that this is a work of fiction and that the characters and events portrayed within are not based in any way, shape, or form on actual people or events. This story is dark, and may contain uncomfortable sundries like rape, blood, BDSM, strange fetishes, and other Weird Stuff. You have been fairly warned.

Chapter Twelve

Shiek ran.

The thin woods southwest of Hyrule Castle rushed up to meet her, and she soon found herself weaving between the tree trunks in the early morning mist. She ground to a halt, ducking behind a tree. She could just barely make out the edge of the forest and the plain beyond.

Galloping hooves signaled the arrival of her pursuer. Soon, a figure on horseback came into view, dismounting at the edge of the trees. Knee boots, tan riding trousers, white blouse, and long red hair, under a heavy cloak. “Subtle? No...” thought Sheik... “But oddly persuasive.”

She moved silently, barely disturbing the leaves and underbrush as she passed through the forest. Her breath was dry in her throat, despite the misty fog. She searched, bent over, low to the ground. Seeking.

Malon's boots snapped twigs and rustled leaves as she followed, gaining confidence and speed.

Shiek found the spot she was seeking... a boulder, laying against the side of a tree trunk. With a great effort, she tilted it to its side, revealing a man-sized hole, darker than midnight, directly under the large tree's sprawling roots. With a slight grunt, she heaved her way inside, and the stone snapped back into place. She’d failed to notice footprints, also approaching the hole, left by heavy boots.

Malon soon arrived at the tree and the stone, following her quarry's trail... which ended abruptly before the boulder. She heaved the heavy cloak from her shoulders and laid her leather gloved hands to the stone, heaving against it. But no power that she possessed could move the stone from the tree. Whatever special power her prey could summon was denied to the redhead. But she noticed the other trail, only minutes old, left by heavy boots worn by a powerful man. She sat, back against the rock, and bowed her head.

"Next time you won't get away so easily," she swore.

Inside the cave, Link kicked open the small chest and eyed the small cache of rupees it held. Nothing else of interest was in the small forest cavern, so he turned to leave.

Shiek stood before him.

"Ok, look here," he said, aggressively. "You've been pretty helpful, setting me in the right direction and teaching me the magic songs to teleport here and there, but you--"

"No, YOU look here," Shiek interrupted him. She stamped her foot, clenching her fists. Frustration had set in. She wasn't as calm or confident as she usually was around Link. "I didn't mean to follow you here, I was being chased by—"

Link's snort cut her off mid sentence. "Ha! Right, you always mean to follow me... psycho."

"DAMNIT!" the girl screamed, nearly loosing control over her voice, though Link seemed not to notice. "I've been trying to help, but you just... you can't understand."

"Understand? I understand you want me to save the world. Right?"

Shiek's arms fell to her sides, and her shoulders rolled forward. "Right," she said, voice cracking with exhaustion and returning to a moment to its normal pitch.

"What was that?" Link took a step forward, uncertain.

"Yeah..." Shiek said, falling to her knees. Her shoulders trembled. "You're supposed to save the world." She made no attempt to change her voice.

Link froze. The wiry figure didn't even try this time. The voice was soft and smooth. Not the mid-tenor of an athletic male, but the low alto of a young woman. Her speech was elegant, despite her frustration.

"Who are you?" Link's own frustration took hold of him. He approached Shiek, reaching for her mask... but his hand hesitated when he saw the pleading, desperate look in her eyes.

Suddenly her head fell forward in resignation. "Go ahead," she said. "I don't care if you know."

He grasped the silken fabric, pulling, almost tenderly. He tugged it away, knowing what he was about to see.

"Hello, Princess..."

Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled off her hood, and her shoulders trembled. Link looked down at her, still holding the cloth mask in one hand.

"I... I wanted to tell you..." she sniffled, folding her arms.

Link felt strange. He was unbalanced. He sat down, cross legged, not quite in front of the girl. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” he thought.

"We didn't know..." she stammered. Link stared at her blankly.

"Know what?"

She stared at him suddenly, eyes blazing, no longer the blood red of Shiek, but the piercing, hypnotic blue of Zelda. He shifted under her powerful gaze. "When you took the sword, you were whisked away, ahead in time seven years," she said, and he nodded slightly. "How long did that feel like, for you?"

"A moment. A few seconds."

"The sages didn't know whether you were alive," she went on. "There was this... this shaft of light surrounding the pedestal in the chamber. Nobody could see through. Ganondorf had gone into the sacred realm and taken up the Triforce, and laid siege to the castle. It was bad. You weren't there, and you were the only one in the world who could stop him."

"You really didn't know?"

"NO!" she shouted. "No... remember, the last time Impa and I saw you, the Enemy had blasted you to the ground, and we were fleeing on horseback. We thought you were dead."

"Obviously I'm not," Link said, moving closer to the princess. He wanted to reach out, and comfort her. But she was a paradox; the strength and guile of Shiek, mixed with the sheer feminine grace and delicacy of a princess. She was weak, yet impervious, powerful but uncertain. He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek. She was also beautiful in any guise.

She grabbed his hand, twisting it back nearly far enough to crack his wrist. Her grip was like iron, but her hands were cold and clammy. "You can't know what it was like, waiting for seven years. Not knowing... and when you reappeared, I couldn't tell you. We thought that if you’d found the sword that you were dead because, obviously, Ganondorf is still alive."

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled. She let go of his hand.

"I'm sure you are," she scoffed, piercing him again with her unearthly gaze. "Not too long after you turned up, the rumors started."

"Rumors?" Link shifted nervously.

"Very strange rumors about you running around with the forest sage, raping and plundering the Kokiri village, laying waste to Lon Lon Ranch, and ravaging every young lady in the land."

"Uh... well..."

"Shut up," she muttered. "I know about Anju. And Malon. And Saria. And the others."

Link's skin threatened to melt from his body. His face became very suddenly beet red.

"It wouldn't be so bad, but... we messed around when we were ten," she said. "TEN years old. And I had prophetic vision back then, and I thought we were destined to be together. So I kept myself going for seven years by telling myself that we were destined for one another."

Link's heart sank deeper as the princess continued. "But when I started hearing things... "

"I'm... I'm sorry..." he said, hanging his head in shame. "I..."

"It just makes me jealous," she muttered. "I mean, I'm... why them? Why should those girls receive your attentions and not me?”

Link looked up. Her cheeks were red. “But… it’s been seven years. Haven’t you been with anyone since then?”

She nodded, looking down to avoid his eyes. Her heart was pounding. “I have… but…”

Jealousy and anger flashed through his head, but Link's instincts took over, and he pulled her towards him, cradling her in his arms. It was the only thing he could do. She trembled, gazing wistfully up at him. He pressed his lips against hers, and her heart fluttered wildly. Seven years of anticipation, of tension wound up like a slingshot, all came crashing down.

She opened her mouth, letting him probe with his tongue. Her heart beat faster. She clawed at his tunic, desperately trying to remove it as his hands roved over her body, finding the zipper to her form fitting suit.

If Zelda's anticipation had come to a head, then so had Link's instincts. The girl in his arms was one of the most beautiful beings ever to walk the earth, and whatever his feelings, he could not refuse.

Naked, moments later, sweat glistened on her flawless, creamy white skin. His hands, rough from long use with blade and bow, searched her body's most sensitive spots. Her nipples stood erect, goose-bumps covered her skin, and eventually he explored her wetness, probing roughly with his fingers.

"I’ve waited long enough," she panted, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her, between her open legs. Link took her wrists in his hands, pinning them behind her head. His member probed against her wet, hot, pussy. He pressed himself into her, slowly, bearing his full weight upon her. Her breathing came in quick gasps, and she struggled under his weight, fighting the iron grip of his hands. Fire coursed through her veins as his mighty member plunged into her wetness. Link’s mouth nibbled her neck roughly as he pumped slowly but mercilessly within her.

Link’s mind was in a fog. Too well he remembered the ten year old Princess of Hyrule, for that innocent time past was much nearer for him than for her. But he was stunned at the beautiful creature beneath him, and the tightness surrounding him, driving pleasure into his body as he moved inside of it.

Zelda’s breath came in quick gasps. Her brow was knit, and her eyes were tightly closed. The pleasure of the moment faded, slowly, as her awareness slipped back into memory…

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Zelda was awoken early in the night by pounding at her door. The guards didn't wait for to answer, and the door banged open. "My Lady, your wishes you to be immediately escorted to the chambers of our esteemed guest. Please make yourself presentable," the guard said.

"What?" Zelda mumbled, groggy and bleary eyed. "How long is this going to take?"

The guard shrugged his shoulders. "I wasn't told, exactly... but it will not be brief." He tossed a large velvet drawstring bag to Zelda, which she caught with deft fingers.

"What's this?"

"That's what you'll be wearing," he said. "We'll be outside when you're ready to go."

Minutes later, Zelda felt awkward as she was escorted through the halls of the castle. If her heart hadn't been pounding so viciously, she thought, she might look somewhat comical. Dressed in a white dress (with a huge slit up one side, revealing her left leg whenever she took a step), white corset which didn’t cover her breasts, stockings and high heels, she felt like this was all some cruel joke. The guards wouldn't say who she was visiting, and she wasn't sure. There were a handful of dignitaries staying in the castle at any given time, but she couldn't guess who might have been granted the pleasure of her visit, or why she was dressed as she was. Her face was flushed with fear and uncertainty by the time she arrived at Ganondorf's quarters.

One of the two door guards thumped his fist on the oak panels. Shortly, the door swung open, revealing the Gerudo thief in all his splendor.

"Ahh! Princess Zelda! So kind of you to join me for the evening! Won't you come in?" he sneered, signaling to the guards escorting Zelda. She was shoved, roughly, through the door. The Gerudo slammed the door; Zelda heard it being barred from the outside.

Fear assaulted Zelda, the desire to run overpowering her. But there was nowhere to go!

"My pretty little Princess," Ganondorf rumbled, slowly stalking towards her. "Do you know why you're here?"

"No sir," she squeaked, trembling and backing away from him, directly towards a large bed in the back of the room.

"I'll tell you, then," he said, louder, as she bumped into the bed. "Your King has agreed to pay tribute to me," he growled, pushing her backwards so she fell onto the bed, "so that I will not invade and destroy his Kingdom." He grabbed the hem of her dress in both hands, continuing to growl, "And in lieu of the first six months of heavy taxes, gifts of horses and war material, you are to spend the night with me!" He tore her dress in two with such sudden violence that she shrieked.

Ganondorf moved quickly, and before Zelda knew what had happened, she was lying on her back, her head hanging from the edge of the bed, and her wrists were handcuffed to the bedposts. Her eyes widened in horror, she watched, upside down, as Ganondorf removed his trousers. His already erect cock sprang to attention, and he moved all nine inches of it near the girl's face.

"Now, my little whore," he said, "you will service me, or your father will die, your people will die, and YOU will die!" As the girl began to sob miserably, his cock touched her lips, coaxing her mouth open. He held her head between his hands and began to feed his large member into her mouth. "There's a good girl," he said, pressing inward to that she gagged. "It is useless to resist."

Zelda fought hopelessly against her bonds as the man's cock brought more tears to her eyes. With every thrust, she found his cock invading her mouth deeper and deeper, choking her with his slow but relentless rhythm. She wanted to puke, to force his cock out of her, before she remembered that she hadn't had dinner... her father's punishment for some imagined offense earlier in the day. Out of sheer terror, she submitted slightly to the brutal treatment. A strange feeling grew in her chest as the cock filled her throat, plunging deeper and deeper inside of her...

Ganondorf grunted with pleasure, as he violated the princess’ mouth. Feeling his load about to burst, he pulled out, holding the tip of his cock just inside her mouth, so that his cum gushed into her unwilling mouth. She gagged as he pulled out, spraying half of his load across her face.

She continued to sob, trying to spit out the sticky mess, but the man's hands quickly clamped her jaw shut. "No, swallow it like a good little whore!" he rumbled at her, menacingly. Fearing further punishmen, or just that she'd choke, she did as she was told. The hot cum sickened her further as it slid down her throat. Her face and chest were flushed bright red, and she was panting, sobbing.

"Now for my second course," Ganondorf muttered, moving onto the bed so he crouched between her knees. He tore off the g-string covering Zelda’s pussy, leaving her in nothing but the corset and stockings. She fought to keep her knees together, but the man’s strength was too much for her. “Now now, no struggling! If you’re going to fight back we’ll have to do this the hard way,” he said, reaching for a rope hidden under the bed. He tied it around her knees and ran it under the bed, so it held her legs apart at an uncomfortable angle.

Zelda could feel her cunt open slightly as her legs were pulled apart. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what she knew was going to happen. Then, to her surprise, she felt something wet, slippery, and soft teasing her cunt and labia. She strained her head to look, and saw Ganondorf’s evil eyes staring back up at her as he ate the girl’s pussy. He began to massage her ass with one hand, while feeling her chest with the other. Her nipples were hard...

The man took a moment to breathe and spoke. “You will submit to me, Zelda, Princess of Hyrule,” he commanded her. “Whether you choose to or not, your body will obey me,” he said, fingering her cunt with his rough fingers, which were greeted by Zelda’s moisture.

“No!” she moaned in desperation, “it feels horrible! I’ll never give myself to you!”

“Bullshit!” he spat, chuckling to himself evilly. “Already your body is responding to my touch. Look!” he held up his fingers, glistening in the juice from the girl’s virgin snatch.

Zelda groaned in disgust. Waves of guilt washed over her as the Gerudo placed his tongue back into her snatch, teasing her viciously. She felt dirty... horribly dirty, and guilty. But an alarming thought began to grow in the back of her mind: what the man was doing felt good. She sobbed miserably, gasping for air. Whether she knew it or not, she began to gasp in rhythm with Ganondorf’s tongue flicking her tiny clitoris.

“Such a good girl,” the man teased her. “You’re wetter than a Kakariko whore!” He sat up, girl cum dripping down his chin. He grabbed his throbbing cock and began to rub it against her dripping cunt. “You’re just about ready.”

“No! Please stop! Please! I beg of you...”

“You lying little bitch,” he said, beginning to slowly and relentlessly push himself into Zelda’s virgin cunt. “You say no, but your dirty little snatch says ‘fuck me.’ See how much you like it!”

“Fuck!” she screamed, for Ganondorf had just slammed his entire cock fully into her virgin cunt. She could feel her flesh tearing, and feel the blood oozing. The sensation was overwhelming, and she fought to keep her body under control. Her cunt tightened against the intruding cock, only heightening the man’s pleasure. She could hardly see, and the pain of her lost virginity and of her rough bondage was hellish.

“It is your destiny, Princess,” Ganondorf hissed, pleasure assaulting his cock as the girl tightened her grip upon it in a vain effort to expel it from her body. “Your body has accepted me. Your mind is next!”

The helpless princess fought to keep her mind in control of her body, but it was useless. Her body was responding to the man’s treatment, and he possessed some power that overwhelmed her ability to resist. The evil thought in the back of her mind grew stronger, pleasure beginning to work its way into her mind while the Gerudo hammered his cock into her pussy. Horrible guilt made her shudder in disgust. Was she really this worthless? Did her father really hate her enough to do this to her?

The guilt and pleasure in her mind grew to horrible proportions. She fought to maintain control, but her body had forsaken her and was reveling in her violation. She vainly fought to keep her sobs from turning into delighted moans, but it was useless. She could feel the orgasm building within her and she was powerless to stop it. Ganondorf waited until orgasm was almost upon her, and then removed his cock a heartbeat before she could plunge over the edge into blissful orgasm. The girl gasped, horrified. The man laughed, reveling in his power over the girl.

“And what’s upsetting you now? Are you saying you don’t want me to stop yet?”

Zelda mumbled, hardly able to see, only aware of the feeling between her legs, of her own guilt, and how dirty she felt. She willed herself to stay silent, but her mouth disobeyed her. “Please...” she mumbled.

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Zelda wept as the waves of pleasure washed over her body and through her mind. She felt Link explode deep inside her just after her own climax. The vision of her past had destroyed a moment long anticipated.

“Zelda… what’s wrong?” Link gasped, out of breath. He released her arms, and pulled back from her. The Princess rolled onto her side, folding her arms across her stomach and drawing her legs up. Link stared at her, aghast, guilty, watching her as she sobbed.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

The Princess shook her head. "I just.... I had a vision." She mastered herself and sat up slowly, though the tears still flowed. Link drew her close and wrapped her in his embrace.

"My past... the night that you took up the sword," she said. He held her as she told him the tragic tale of that night. “Ganondorf said that my father had tried to trade my body for the safety of Hyrule. Impa only found out later, before my father died, that Ganondorf had seized control of his mind, and had forced him to do it.” She shut her eyes again, and clung to Link even more tightly. “I never saw him again.”

They sat, for some time, until Zelda’s composure returned. She stood up, and began putting on the disguise of Sheik. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t stay.”

Link rose to his feet, confused. “But… aren’t we…”

Zelda shook her head. She was now almost completely Sheik, but her face and hair were uncovered and her golden locks shone about her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“Be with you,” she replied softly.

Link discovered that a dark pit had grown in his stomach. It gnawed at him. After a long silence, he spoke. "I don't understand... I'm the hero of time..."

Zelda nodded. "And I'm the Princess of Destiny."

"Doesn't that mean that we're... you know..."

"Destined to be together, live happily ever after, rule the restored kingdom of Hyrule together and have a dozen children who'll fight each other for their inheritance when we're gone?"

Link smiled. "Something like that."

Zelda shook her head. "That's what I thought. But that was a long time ago. We were both very young.” But she said to herself, “But you, you’re ten, still, and trapped in an adult’s body.”

“There’s someone else, isn’t there,” Link said. The dark pit in his stomach had grown, and was gnawing at his heart and his lungs.

Zelda opened her mouth to say something, and stopped. She turned around, holding Sheik’s headgear to her chest. “I don’t know.”

Link’s anger rose, boiling within him. “She used me,” he thought to himself. “What do you mean? Obviously there is someone, otherwise…”

Zelda shook her head, still looking away from him. “I'm just not sure what it means anymore. It's just not clear."

"Not clear?" Link asked, his confusion coming to a head. He folded his arms, looking particularly cross. “What isn’t clear? What are you talking about?”

"My vision of the future, I mean” Zelda answered, finally turning around, bringing her penetrating gaze to bear on Link. “It was given to me by my mother. She's the one who saw it. She showed me, before she died. You and I... husband and wife. King and Queen of Hyrule and all its lands. No Ganondorf, no war, no death. Just love, peace, and joy."

"It sounds... nice," he said..

Zelda laughed out loud. “Nice! Yes it does. There are only two problems with it.” Link blinked, nonplussed.

“What problems? Besides the fact that you don’t seem to love me. That one’s easy.”

Zelda grabbed Link by the shoulders and shook him. Her eyes flashed in the red of the Sheikah. “Link! Listen to me! How can I love you? I barely know you! And I haven’t seen you in SEVEN YEARS!” She gave him a final shake and let go, turning her back again. Link felt like a fool.

“And the other problem?” he asked.

"You don't love me."

An eternity of deafening silence permeated the space.

Link blinked.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He wanted to say something like, "But, of course I love you, you're the princess of Hyrule." Or, "How could I not love the most beautiful woman ever to walk the land?" But he couldn't.

He couldn't say it, because there was no truth to it. And in spite of that non-love, he still cared for her, in some way, enough not to lie.

She stared at him darkly. "Am I right?"

He hung his head. He looked at his hands, intent on inspecting every scar, every callous, and every wrinkle and line. But he eventually looked up. "You're right."

Zelda walked towards the entrance to the cave, still holding the cap and mask that hid her face and her identity. Tears still glistened in her eyes. Her strength could not wholly overcome pain, even if it could overpower paralysis.

“Link…” she said, almost inaudibly.

“Yes?”

She turned around, and he was right there. Tall, strong, handsome, and undeniably the Hero of Time, bearing such sacred things as the hero might. The strength of her will faltered... She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

“I have been, and always shall be, your friend.”