Zelda: The Misadventures of Link

 

The Legend of Zelda

The Misadventures of Link

Chapter 16: Unwilling Royalty



Disclaimer. This story is based in whole or in part upon characters and scenarios created and owned wholly by Nintendo. I do not own these characters or scenarios, nor do I profit in any way from the dissemination of this fanfiction material.



This document contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting (mostly) individuals. Are you really reading this? If this bothers you, you probably shouldn't be viewing whatever website you found this at. Additionally, this story chapter contains dark and highly adult subject matter including rape. You’re still reading? Rape is bad. Are you seriously still reading the disclaimer? Sheesh, what an anal retentive prat you must be. I don’t condone rape and it’s something that I would never do. However, as most of us have a darker side, and a darker side to our sexuality, it can be illuminating to explore the issue. If you’re going to be offended by reading graphic descriptions of rape, do not read this chapter. Well, seriously, if you’ve read any of the previous chapters you might have some inkling of what you’re in for.



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Author’s note:

This chapter has been kicking around on a flash drive for over a year in various stages of non-completeness. I haven’t even proof-read the damned thing, but as it’s been over two years since my last published update, I figured it was more important to just upload it and call it done. Bear with me, and enjoy... that is, if you’re still into this sort of thing.



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Link tossed and turned in the night. He’d been passing by LonLon ranch on a rainy night, and decided to invite himself in. Malon was nowhere to be found, so he’d made himself at home inside the farmhouse and borrowed the guest room. Rain lashed at the windows, and thunder tore through the skies.



His dreams were fitful, filled with disjointed images and scenes. Flesh, sweaty and hot, rubbing against his body. Then a tiny, tight mouth, lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Then red hair, bouncing across the back and shoulders of a girl on all fours before him as her ass slammed into his groin. This night, his dreams were wrought with the memory of every woman he’d ever had. But invariably, the image of the Princess would return... the memory of her rejection of him, of her pleading for him to stop. She had been in his thoughts and dreams ever since that moment. Nothing had truly distracted him from her. He wanted desperately to finish that encounter, but the chance would never come.



Link shot upright, stifling a cry as he awoke, covered in sweat and tears, sword in hand, naked in the night. He’d heard something even as he slept through tormented dreams. His warrior’s instincts brought him to full alert almost instantly.



Then he heard it. Footfalls, climbing the stairs, slowly but not furtively. Now the feet were on the landing, turning towards the master bedroom. Link slipped out of the bed, still naked, sword in one hand, and cracked the door open silently.



Before him was the Princess of Hyrule, fiddling with the door to the other bedroom-- to Malon’s room. Fire, anger, and lust coursed through his veins. “No desperate battle tonight,” he thought, grinding his teeth. “At least not for me. I’m the fucking Hero of Time, and it’s time I got what I want... besides, it’s not like anyone’s about to throw me in prison.”



Zelda finally got the door open. The storm windows were open, and darkness was momentarily shattered by lightning, and she found her way to the nightstand, groping for the lamp. Before she reached it, a hand clamped over her mouth, and cold steel pressed against her throat.



“So, your highness,” his voice hissed with hot breath on the side of her neck. “What brings you here, of all places?” His heart pounded. He desperately wanted to sound playful, aloof. But his desire made him quake with anticipation.



Her eyes bugged out, and she froze. She could feel the body of her captor as it pressed against her, tremendously hard chest and arms, and his fully erect manhood pressed unsubtly against the side of her ass. The grip around her face was like iron, and the blade against her throat was like a razor. There was no choice, and she spread her arms sideways in resignation.



Again, lightning tore through the darkness and she saw, in a mirror on the wall, the figure behind her, naked, primal, but smirking playfully. She stiffened and would have cried out if not for the grip around her mouth.



“Yes, that’s right,” Link said, turning her around and shoving her against the wall. “Didn’t think you’d see me again so soon, did you?”



“Link!’ she said, voice croaking. “What the hell are you doing?” She backed against the wall, reaching out with both hands to steady herself. “Why are you here?”



“I’m a wayward traveller seeking shelter on a stormy night. A better question is why YOU are here, Princess of Destiny!” he replied harshly, moving closer. He playfully poked the sword into the floor next to the doorway, where it stood upright and ready.



“I can’t tell you that, Link,” she said meekly. Her pulse quickened as he moved towards her, pressing his body against hers. He kissed her on the neck, teasing her alabaster white skin with his tongue. “Please, don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I --”



“Hurt you?” Link interrupted. His face was now an inch from hers, and his breath was hot and quick on her lips. “It doesn’t work that way. We both have our roles to play, in the end.” His tongue flicked out, brushing her lips, and she turned her head away in disgust. “But the Hero’s needs must be attended to, in order for him to do his job,” he said. He kissed her neck roughly, running his tongue upward to the base of her ear. “Nothing really matters, so long as we each play our parts and the Gerudo thief is destroyed. If you want that to happen, this is part of the price you must pay.”



Zelda shook her head, trying not to panic. Link’s manner was playful, but his forcefulness made her tremble. She flailed at his hands as he tore at her outer clothing. Words were useless, but so was resistance. He had her tunic and skirt off now, and she was alone and exposed in her undergarments. His hands, roughly groping, undid the white leather corset that encased her torso, and threw it aside, leaving only her riding boots, stockings, and long gloves.



Her stomach turned as his hands probed between her legs, roughly plunging into her dry, unwilling snatch. “Link, please... I thought you’d accepted that I... “



“I changed my mind,” he said, coldly. “I’m jealous of your other lover, whoever it is, and I need your body.” He continued to probe her cunt with one hand while abusively playing with her breast with his other. His lips and tongue continued to explore the shapeliness of her neck, chin, and mouth.



“I can let go,” he said. He was pulling away now, but his hands wrapped around her upper arms, and he threw her roughly to the floor, face down. “But I NEED this, now. I’ve dreamed about having you ever since we were children. Sometimes it’s all I can think about. And after you stopped me last time, I went mad with lust.”



She pushed herself up from the floor but he was on her, straddling her, and his cock rubbed roughly against her butt crack. “Your body is perfect,” he said, biting her ear. “I need you whether you like it or not.”



His cock pressed against her anus. She squirmed, trying to scramble out of his hold, but it was useless. She shook her buttocks, but the head of his cock had already crossed the threshold, pressing dryly into her bowels.



She screamed, sobbing. Her hands balled into fists as he pressed deeper, not fast but unstoppable, dry and coarse, huge and deep. He pressed her to the floor, enveloping her with his body and filling her with pain and revulsion. “See?” he said, “It’s not so bad.” He pulled back and thrust again. She could feel the blood seeping from her body as his iron rod plunged deeper than before. Her body convulsed in agony.



“Please, no...” she whimpered. Her body trembled with pain and humiliation. She gasped in pain “You’re hurting me!”



Links eyes glinted with lust as the lighting struck again, illuminating the alabaster skin and golden hair of his prey. Protest as she might, all Link could hear in her voice was arousal and pleasure, and he imagined that she was only playing with him. The sight of her, squirming and whimpering, sent fire coursing through his veins, and his cock throbbed as he thrust inside her. He grabbed her hair and pulled it roughly to one side, turning her head so he could see the profile of her face clearly. Her lipstick was smeared, and tears streaked her flawless features. Her bright blue eyes burned into his, pleading with him for mercy.



“Please, Link,” she begged, as he gave a particularly deep thrust. “I thought you cared for me.”



Link laughed out loud. “Yes, I’ll show you just how much I care!” He pulled out violently, and flipped her over onto her back. He spread her knees with his hands as she struggled in vain. His was a mad strength, and panic consumed her body and mind. He was inside her in a second, plunging his dirty, dry, foul cock into her wet and warm cunt.



Zelda’s breath was quick and gasping, and she was overcome with pain and despair. His beautifully chiseled body pressed down upon her as he thrust roughly. He had her wrists locked in his iron grip, holding them behind her head on the floor. His scent was heavy and musky, and he continued assaulting her face with his tongue and mouth.



Excitement, unbidden, flooded her body. She could feel the pleasure building within her, but she willed it away. Every thrust caused her to struggle mentally, fighting her body’s physical response to Link’s enormous cock. She forced herself to think of disgusting things, awful things... but every time Link’s balls slapped against her body, and his cock plunged violently into her drenched cunt, her body came a step closer to bliss.



It built slowly, inexorably, intolerably. She gasped... rather, her body gasped while her mind cried out in agony. Her hips rocked unbidden, meeting his thrusts. Her cunt tightened around his cock, increasing her body’s joy. Her eyes were clenched shut against the torrent of tears, and she fought in vain as her legs wrapped around Link’s body. She lost herself in the light and warmth of her orgasm, and sobbed as her body came, and she fainted.



A dream came to her unbidden. She saw herself amidst a pile of rubble, face to face with Link, playing the ocarina of time. While the six sages stood in a loose circle around them. A shaft of light surrounded the young man, and he vanished. Then Malon came dashing up to her, and they embraced, Zelda’s vision filled with nothing but her lover’s eyes and flowing red hair.



Then, the scene changed, and she was sitting atop a high throne in a stone hall. A stunningly beautiful red-haired woman was at her side, clad in tight cloth in white and purple, and adorned with a gold circlet.



Her vision changed once more, and she was in a forest, clad in a dark cloak. She was watching a procession from the shadows of a clearing. Several kokiri were carrying a bier on which a green-clad hylian girl was laid. The figure was impressive, resembling the forrest children in many ways, but over five feet tall. A pained expression was on the prone figure’s face, and the skin was sallow and the lips were blue.



She awoke with a start, disoriented. Pain and pleasure flooded her senses, and the horror of reality hit her like a club. Her feet were on the floor, and she was leaning face down on the bed, hands spread out at her sides as Link fucked her ass mercilessly. He came, and his hot semen spurted into her body. From the wetness inside her, she realized that he must have already cum at least once. At least the pain was lessened, but now her body was giving itself over to the pleasure of being fucked.



Link pulled out again, this time plunging himself back into her pussy, and her body responded quickly. She fought the useless battle against her own building orgasm, unable to prevent her body from crying out, unable to prevent the quivering throbbing pleasure from overwhelming her senses yet again as Link shot another creamy white load into her willing cunt. She marvelled at the physical effect he had upon her body, and wondered that he might have some magical power to induce orgasm in his partners.



“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Link growled, pulling away. She looked back over her shoulder at him, unable to raise herself. Sunlight streamed into the room. It was midmorning.



“How long,” she croaked, “have you been having your way with me?”



“A long time,” he said, grabbing her by a shoulder to flip her over. He pulled her around so that she was lying on her back, head dangling off the edge of the bed. “But there’s a long way for you to go still,” he said. He sloppily rubbed the tip of his manhood in her face. “Don’t make this any worse than it has to be!”



He reached down, and forced his thumbs into the corners of her mouth. She nearly gagged at the taste of herself on his hands. She gagged indeed when he thrust himself into her mouth, deep down her throat. She gasped for air when he pulled away, but felt her stomach turn inside out, heaving as he plowed back in. The taste of her own pussy and her own ass was more than she could bear, and she puked as he pulled away again. The bile burnt her eyes as he rubbed his cock across her face, wiping the vomit away. He slammed himself down her throat again, and again her stomach heaved, but her belly was now empty, and only the smallest amount of bile would come up, and Link didn’t stop.



He began furiously pumping his hips, watching her neck expand every time his cock plunged into her throat. His hands were on her perfect breasts, roughly squeezing and stretching.



Zelda couldn’t breathe. Link wasn’t pulling his cock out far enough on each thrust for her to get any air, and her head swam. Her stomach had stopped heaving, but she was gagging constantly. She wanted desperately to bite down, to wound him with her teeth... but she couldn’t bring herself to harm him, to harm the Hero. Her body quivered when Link reached out to roughly finger her dripping snatch, and again, in the blink of an eye, she was a slave to the impulses of her body. She fainted again, trembling in unwitting pleasure.



Some time later, Zelda awoke. She was in the bed, and the room was dimly lit. She arose, finding that she’d been clad in a silk gown from Malon’s dresser. Outside the window, the shadows were long, and the sun was setting over the plains of Hyrule. Standing at the window, she realized that her body was sore, and in places where she’d never imagined she could be sore. She fell to her knees, suddenly recalling everything that happened the night before, stunned.



There was a note, hastily written, folded, on the windowsill. The princess opened it, and read the scrawling writing.



“Dear Zelda,

I think you won’t want to see me again after today. I can’t help it. Something is wrong with me. I’m not a normal person anymore. Once we’ve finished with Ganondorf, I’ll try to fix it. I’m scared. I’m sorry. I know you’ll never forgive me.

--Link







Then she heard the footsteps on the stairs. She steadied herself, preparing for the worst. Closer now, at the landing. The steps came closer, and the door creaked open.



“Princess?” came a sweet voice. “Are you well?”



Zelda’s heart leapt as she turned to find Malon stepping through the door. She threw herself into the other woman’s arms. “I’ve missed you...” she spoke, softly. Malon wiped the tears from the Princess’ face, gazing worriedly into her eyes.



“What happened to you?” she asked, furrowing her brows.



Zelda shook her head. “It doesn’t matter... nothing really!” She turned around, trying to walk back to the bed, but Malon embraced her from behind.



“I know it’s not nothing,” Malon said softly, “but if there’s anything I can do...”



“I just need food and a bath,” Zelda said, softly. “And for you to hold me.”





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Laboratory, Lake Hylia.

Two days later



“A monster, you say?”



“Yes. It’s as though he can’t have enough. He has no control, only desire, only impulses,” Zelda said. She was hooded and cloaked, and sitting before the scientist at the table in the rear of his workshop. Malon was waiting outside with the horses; they’d ridden here to consult with the old man about Link’s behavior.



“Vell, at least he seems to know that something iz not right.” The scientist scratched his chin thoughtfully, and reached for a notebook. “And, as ve have been schpeaking, I have ze beginnings of a theory.”



He stood up, and began to pace slowly. He cleared his throat. “You know of the Kokiri?” he asked, looking at the Princess over his horn rimmed spectacles. His thick accent disappeared as he spoke.



“Of course,” Zelda replied. “What does that have to do with it?”



“Well, you see, Link is not a Kokiri. But he was raised among them. It is conceivable, then, that one of them may have tried to... couple with him.”



“I don’t follow,” Zelda said, shaking her head.



“The Kokiri spend most of their lives in child-form,” he explained. “While they are anatomically identical to Hylians they do not appear to grow beyond an apparent age of ten, maybe twelve years.” He peered at Zelda, and after a moment she nodded in understanding. He continued. “Yes, as such, they cannot reproduce. But when the time is right, and they must make more Kokiri, they use a sacred artifact with divine powers. This artifact is all but unknown to outsiders, but rumor has it to be a pair of enchanted pendants which, when worn by the pair transform them for an hour or so into people resembling you and I.”



Zelda raised an eyebrow. The old man chuckled and continued, “That is to say, my lady, that they resemble adult hylians. Probably no resemblance to myself,” he grinned. Zelda blinked, unimpressed with his attempt at levity. “They are magically,” he waved his hands, wiggling his fingers, “transformed into adults. In a matter of a mere moment!” he said, snapping the fingers of one knobby hand. Then he folded his arms. “Anyhow, the long term results of a hylian child using the kokiri mating pendants is, as of this time, completely unknown. It may be that such a thing might warp the mind of the child. If he were then imprisoned in the Temple of Time for seven years, under such a condition, it is more than conceivable that he might emerge completely sexually warped. A monster, as you say.”



“Or a rapist.” Zelda sighed. “Is there any way this damage could be undone? Can he be made normal again?”



The wizened man shrugged his shoulders. “I do not know for certain, you must understand. But if I had to guess? No. Not unless you can use this business with the temple of time to rewrite history.”



“I see,” Zelda replied, looking down thoughtfully. “But... this all seems familiar to you. Have you heard something about this before?”



“Not about Link? No,” the old man said. “But there is indeed something unusual going on with one of the Kokiri.” Zelda’s eyes widened as she anticipated the man’s next words. “Saria, the forest sage, is on a quest to become a Hylian. But the procedure, the method, is likely to leave her in a state not unlike the condition that you say Link may be in.”



“Tell me.”



--

The next day



Darunia, Rauru, Impa, Nabooru, and Ruto stood in their respective places in the Chamber of Sages. Zelda stood in Saria’s place, and Malon sat at her side, now fully aware of the quest to save Hyrule and eliminate Ganondorf.



Darunia scowled fiercely at Impa, for the news she brought was of Saria’s personal quest. “She will go through with it?”



Impa nodded. “She may complete her task before I can reach her again. But, wise friends, do not be so quick to condemn her. She believes that she has done this out of love and affection for Link.” The others rustled uncomfortably, and everyone took sidelong glances at the princess but trying to avoid her gaze.



Zelda took it as a cue and spoke harshly. “None of this matters,” she barked. “The only important thing is that she is still willing to help us create the seal in the Temple of Time and close the Sacred Realm forever.”



“She will,” Impa said. She took a deep breath, and spoke carefully. “She may not understand the importance or the need, but if Link himself asks her to do this thing, she will. And she will fully commit herself to this task.”



“Very well,” Rauru spoke for the first time. His silence up to this point was unusual. “Link must inform the forest sage, and then he and Zelda must infiltrate the Tower and do battle with the evil prince.” Everyone nodded solemn agreement.



“I will inform Link,” Impa said, glancing at Zelda who nodded in agreement.



“There’s just one more small thing,” Zelda said.



Darunia bowed deeply and smiled “For your majesty, any small task will be a joy.”



Zelda had contemplated what she was about to say. “Link has suffered greatly in his service against the Dark Lord. He missed half of his childhood, and is now a child in a man’s body. A man’s body corrupted by the strange effects of Kokiri mating practices that it was never meant to be a part of. We must help him regain what he has lost.”



Rauru nodded. “Sadly, this is true. But what can we do?”



Zelda continued. “With your help, and with the ocarina of time,” she said, “we can return him to his own time.”



Darunia’s eyebrows shot skyward. “Ahh! You mean to send him back, seven years into the past?”



Zelda shook her head fiercely. “I mean not only to send him back. I mean to use your power combined with the power of the ocarina of time to send him back to just before this all began. He can tell my father of Ganondorf’s desire to lay his hands on the Golden Power and stop the Gerudo’s evil rein before it begins. Then he can grow up. He may heal himself of the corrupting influence of the Kokiri rituals, because we will send his consciousness back to a time just before he and Saria first mated.”



Silence filled the room. The sages looked back and forth amongst one another. At length, Impa brushed a tear from her face. “Zelda, your idea is noble. But there is a problem,” she said. “Saria will not do this.”



Zelda nodded. “There won’t be seven of us. Only six.”



Rauru spoke again. “Your highness, what you propose is flawed. Without Saria, our power is diminished and we cannot hope that returning Link to the past will right all of today’s wrongs.”



Zelda nodded again. “If we do this,” she said, very slowly, “time itself will be split in two. Time will proceed along two separate paths. Link will return to his childhood, and no doubt succeed in his task... I should know. Back then, so many times Ganondorf visited the castle and was completely vulnerable, unguarded, unprotected, since not one of us knew of his treachery. In that time, before he set foot in the sacred realm, he was a dangerous and powerful man, but still just a man.”



Impa, pounded her fist on her chest. “I suspected him, even then!” she shouted. If Link came to me back then, and told me of his evil plot, I would have killed him without hesitation!”



Zelda nodded. “I remember your distrust of him. But when Link returns to prevent these things from happening, our own time may remain as it is. The hero of time will not suddenly appear amongst us as a grown man, and the evils of Ganondorf will not be undone in our world. If Saria would aid us, it might be otherwise, but it sounds as though she will not.”



Ruto spoke with great excitement. “Yes, your highness is correct! But even if Saria does not help us move Link through time, we will still be free of Ganondorf, having defeated him in our own time, and he will be locked away in the sacred realm. We don’t have to tell Saria about Link.”



Impa turned on Ruto and barked at her fiercely, “Saria is still the Sage of the Forest! We cannot hide our plan from her, even if we know she will refuse.”



“But what of the Triforce?” Nabooru asked. “The Gerudo King will still hold the Triforce of Power, and all of Din’s might shall be with him.”



All the sages looked to Zelda for the answer, but she only peered at the triangle on the back of her hand, deep in thought.



Rauru hung his head as everyone turned their questioning gazes to him. He sighed deeply. “It is only a fool’s hope that the seal would hold forever while he holds the Triforce of Power.”



Darunia howled in dismay, though the others were more subdued in their disappointment. “How long?” he demanded. “How long will this pathetic seal hold him locked away? How many generations will live in a false peace while he festers and grows in the Dark Realm?”



Rauru simply shrugged. “This has never been done, so none among us can say. If I had to guess? A thousand years.” His words echoed in the chamber, and the others fell silent, considering his guess.



“A thousand years of peace,” Zelda said. “A thousand years to prepare, to find a new hero to take up the Triforce of Courage.”



Impa scowled at her. “Princess, you don’t know that our descendants will be able to deal with him any better than we can. And you don’t know that Link can’t heal himself in this time, or that he will be able if he’s sent back to live his childhood. You propose that we act on supposition.” She paused. “Of course, Royal and privileged though your supposition may be.”



Zelda finally stopped slouching and straightened her back, and her eyes flashed fiercely in the torchlight. Her regal bearing had returned, and the others looked on her with awe as she spoke the way her father had taught her many years in the past.



“This is MY country,” she said deliberately. “And lest you all forget, you are my subjects.” She gestured to them all, with her arms wide and her palms raised. “I love you all dearly, as my friends -- and some as more than friends,” she smiled at Malon, “but this is my decision to make.” She brought her hands to her bosom. “Mine and mine alone. Verily, we will do this thing. We will imprison Ganondorf in the Sacred Realm -- nay! The Dark Realm it will be while he is in it-- Triforce or no Triforce. And we will send Link back in time, whether time itself be split in two or not. Impa, you will speak with Saria, since she will listen to you. Tell her the whole plan, since even though she forgets, she is still one of us -- and ask her to help with Link! Darunia, you will find Link, wherever he is, and inform him that his time has come. Rauru, Nabooru... you will go to Kakariko, Zora’s realm, and the Gerudo valley. Prepare the people for the worst, should we fail in our task. For if we fail, the good common folk of Hyrule will be better off searching for a new life on new shores.” She paused, locking gazes with each of them in turn. She was met with loving expressions and eager faces. “May the Goddesses be with you! Go now and carry out my wishes!”



The sages bowed deeply before their leader, and then swiftly departed.



Minutes later, Zelda and Malon sat in a corner of the Chamber of Sages, arms around one another. Alone, but for one another. Malon wept.



“You know I have to do this,” Zelda said, tenderly.



“I know,” she redhead said. “But I love you, and I know how much chance this thing has of succeeding.”



Zelda kissed her softly and tightened her embrace. “As Rauru said, it’s only a fool’s hope.” She closed her eyes tightly. “I love you too.”



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Impa towered over the forest sage, eyes burning with betrayal, anger, and fear. “We. Need. Your. Help.” She had sent Saria reeling with a brutal backhanded slap. The sage’s quest was complete, and she had awoken this very morning transformed. She had grown tall, but telltale signs remained of her lineage: she was slightly short, still green haired, long eared, and extremely youthful. But her figure was flawless: ample but firm breasts, a very narrow waist, comfortably broad hips, and well-muscled shapely legs. Quite stunning by Impa’s reckoning. Surely Link would be quite taken with her.



Saria slid down, back to the wall. Her right cheek was reddening from the force of Impa’s blow. “I love him. I won’t do it.”



Impa roared in frustration. She reached down to the girl and hoisted her to her feet by the front of her tunic. She shook the sage with both hands.



“Do you not fucking understand?! Seven! That’s how many they say it will take! No fewer, and no half-commitment from one who’s personal feelings get in the way of her judgement!”



Saria’s reply was a soft croak. “I can help with the Seal, but I just can’t...”



“You MUST, you silly bitch!” Impa raised drew a fist back as if to strike Saria with a knockout blow, but she saw her own reflection in the girl’s eyes. Angry. Hateful. Powerful. Impa shuddered and released Saria from her grip. The girl slid back to the floor, heaving with sobs. Her ample chest heaved as she wept.



“You must,” Impa said, her voice suddenly soft. “The Princess risks splitting time in half, creating two different worlds, if you do not help. If you do help, we may be able to restore everything. The present that we know could change, and horrible things would be undone.”



“You don’t know that,” Saria said.



“No, I suppose I do not know,” Impa replied, sitting down on Saria’s bed. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against her palms, elbows propped against her knees. “But I need to undo some of the damage I’ve done.”



Saria laughed angrily, and wiped the tears from her face. “You? You took care of the Princess for seven years and kept her safe from the Dark Lord.”



“Maybe, but I’ve done things... nasty things. Things that have changed a lot of people. Zelda, Link, Malon, Anju... you.”



“And Nabooru?”



Impa snorted, shaking her head. “She was already like that. But, look... I need to tell you a story.



--



Seven years ago.



Impa strode with her usual feline grace through the residential halls of Hyrule castle. There were no guards on duty, and many of the night torches weren’t lit. Everything was in disarray, and smashed pottery and torn tapestries were everywhere. Something was very wrong. As she passed Zelda’s quarters, she heard the weeping princess within.



The door was badly damaged and nearly fell from its hinges as it swung open. Impa’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene. Zelda lay face down, sobbing into her pillow. The sheets were a damp mess. Clothes were scattered on the floor. Some vomit lay in a dank puddle by the bedside.



“Who?” she asked softly as she approached the bed. Zelda didn’t answer, but only looked at her with bloodshot eyes, pleading for some unspoken comfort. Impa’s blood ran cold as she realized the truth.



“I suspected him for so long,” she muttered. She tugged at the sheets, inadvertently grabbing a damp spot. Trembling at the touch, she brought the cloth to her nose. The dank of sweat was accompanied by urine and semen. Impa silently rubbed the cloth between her fingers, darkly fascinated with the odd mixture of fluids. “The demon’s seed,” she muttered, pulling the bedclothes off of the princess. Again, she was shocked. The princess still wore the cupless corset, white stockings and high heels from her ordeal earlier in the night.



Impa silently hoisted the young girl into her arms. Zelda went nearly limp in the grasp of her caretaker. The closeness gave her comfort, and her sobbing breath slowed. “Let’s go to my room,” said Impa.



“I’ve always wanted to see your room.”



Impa’s quarters were situated in the northeast corner of the lowest dungeon of Hyrule castle. Her modest stone hut stood in the corner of a cavernous underground hall. Wooden stockades were crumbling with disuse in the rest of the room, but Impa’s small home poured warm yellow light from its open door. Her horse stood in a pen a few meters away, eating lazily.



Impa deposited Zelda in a corner on a pile of cushions that served as a sofa of sorts, and handed her a small package wrapped in cloth. “Some clothes for you. I’ll be back in a little while. I believe that he won’t look for you here,” she said, gazing out the window of the hut at the iron-clad stone gate to the cavern. “But I must retrieve something. Try to make yourself comfortable, but forgive me if you find anything here that you find... unsettling.”



Zelda nodded, and Impa left. After regaining more of her composure, the girl removed her filthy undergarments and dressed. As she fastened the broach at her neck, she began to notice the knick-knacks and devices of Impa’s private life. Shackles hung on a peg near the bed. Lengths of mysterious black rope from wonderfully soft fibers. A blindfold. She looked with disturbed curiosity at an open desk drawer, and her eyes widened as she reached forward, almost against her will, to grasp a large black dildo peeking out from the drawer. “I always thought she used things like this...”



“Ahh... I see your curiosity got the better of you,” Impa said as she glided back into the room. Zelda jumped in surprise, dropping the dildo as she whirled around to face her caretaker. Impa thrust a small cloth bundle into Zelda’s hands. “It’s nearly time. Your fairy-boy friend will need that.”



Zelda unwrapped the bundle. The deep blue ocarina reflected the lamplight in the room from its glass-like surface, and the princess could see her own reflection in its surface. “You are holding the Ocarina of Time!”



Zelda gasped. “Then this is truly the sacred relic handed down through the generations?” She caressed the flute, feeling the tone-holes with her fingers.



“Yes! And it should be yours, but for the poor timing of your destiny. As things are, Link will need it to open the door to the sacred realm. But until he receives it, keep it secret. Keep it safe!”



Zelda settled onto the chair at Impa’s desk and tucked the ocarina into a pouch hanging from the belt of her outfit. Her cheeks were still streaked with tears. “I... did you find...” she stuttered as she began to break down again. Impa turned the girl’s face towards her, to gaze into her eyes.



“My dear, I know what happened,” she said softly. “And I know how you’ve been tormented. But, we have to go. Not this second, but very soon, by my guess.”



“Father?”



Impa shook her head.



Zelda reached out, pulling Impa closer to her. Her head rested against the woman’s bosom as Impa embraced her. “I just need a few minutes...” she said. “I need... you to hold me...”



Impa tightened her embrace, suddenly aware of Zelda’s hands. Maybe it was coincidence that the girl’s hands were grasping her buttocks... but Zelda looked up at her, with desperate eyes.



“I feel so dirty,” she said. “I just can’t go on while I feel like this.”



Impa stroked the girl’s face with her firm and nearly masculine fingers. “I know. But it will get better.”



Zelda’s hands squeezed. Impa’s heart did a small backflip in her chest at the unexpected stimulation. “Please,” the girl said with a raspy voice. “Can’t you help me feel clean again? Before we go?”



“We shouldn’t do that,” Impa said as she shook her head, “not again. Last time... it was a mistake.” Despite Impa’s protestations, Zelda’s hands moved from the older woman’s ass to her hips, sliding up towards her ripe full breasts. The girl’s eyes were misty with tears as she teased the large and firm jugs of her caretaker.



“Please. Wash me clean, like you did before. Please don’t make me command you to do it.”



Impa sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a few heartbeats. “Very well, your majesty.” She led the girl over to the bed. “But we haven’t got much time.” She pushed Zelda down, and lifted up the girl’s skirt. She still smelled strange, but Impa did her duty. Not wasting any time, she quickly applied her mouth to Zelda’s nearly hairless snatch, and the girl gasped breathlessly as Impa’s tongue slithered up and down her slit, teasing both clit and cunt.



Zelda held Impa’s head in her hands as her caretaker pleased her. Her heart raced as the pleasure flooded her body. She trembled as Impa’s fingers entered her still sore pussy and quickly identified the right spots to probe, caressing quickly from within, caressing the center of her pleasure, the center of her very being. Her pulse quickened as the flood of ecstasy washed over her. Her hands clenched Impa’s head in their grasp as the woman relentlessly rubbed just the right spot, relentlessly sliding her tongue over the girl’s clit.  



Zelda caressed Impa’s delightfully long ears with her trembling fingers as she came. “



A smile was on her face as her body finally relaxed, panting with exertion from Impa’s attentions. The caretaker sat by the bed, observing her charge with worried eyes. Zelda muttered with closed eyes. “Yes, so clean... so pure...” Impa lay her head on the girl’s chest, still gently stroking Zelda’s upper thighs with the gentlest caress she could managed with her hardened fingertips.



“Well done, meddler.”



Impa’s blood froze in her veins as the not-quite-human voice shattered the near silence of her hut. Zelda awoke and shrieked, backing into the very corner of the bed, hiding her head in her hands. Impa stood slowly, and turned.



He stood in the doorway, heaving his shoulders with barely contained laughter. “Well done indeed, my pretty little meddling bitch. You knew you had no time, yet you allowed your pathetic twerp to delay your mission!” He stepped forward, grasping Impa by the jaw as she stood defiantly before him.



She swung with every ounce of force she could gather without displaying her intent. The uppercut landed squarely under the gerudo’s jaw, and she felt something in her hand give way.  Ganondorf’s eyes glinted with malice as he met Impa’s gaze. Slowly she lowered her fist, looking at it in disbelief.



Ganondorf took her by the throat, nearly lifting her off the ground. His voice tore through the air, though he spoke quietly but with great hatred behind his words. “There is no hope for you. It is useless to resist. But since you insist on playing this futile game, I propose an arrangement.”



Impa tried to speak, but only a pained gurgle escaped her throat.



“You’re going to fuck me. Like you mean it. Your pathetic princess will watch. And when we’re done, you get five minutes before I come after you. After all, it makes no difference to me. Victory shall be mine!”



Zelda wailed in despair, but Impa managed a slight nod. Ganondorf released his grip and she fell to her hands and knees before him. She closed her eyes, breathing as slowly and deeply as she could, steeling herself against what she was about to do. The gerudo prince removed his trousers, exposing his large member, throbbing and ready. Impa sat on her haunches as he moved towards her. Taking his cock in one of his mighty hands, he slapped her across the face with all twelve inches of it. Her expression did not change, but she reached out and took it in her hands. She caressed the tip with her tongue, and licked up and down the shaft. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, gazing up at Ganondorf with bitter eyes. He laughed and brutally shoved his meat into her mouth. His hands grabbed her head, and he began to thrust mercilessly, probing deeply into Impa’s throat.



Impa fought to avoid vomiting, and struggled for air, but the evil prince gave her no chance for a single breath. She tried to pull away, but his iron grip was too much, and his rock hard member continued to plow into her.



Zelda lay on her side on the bed, unable to look away. Unconsciously one of her hands found its way under her skirt, fingers rubbing desperately at her pussy in some desperate attempt to curb her emotional distress with physical pleasure.



Impa’s vision blurred as her body desperately tried to take in air past the horrible snake in her throat, but no more than a mere wet gurgle of air would come. Her body convulsed as her whole body heaved in agony. When she was just at the edge of consciousness, the demon prince’s cock quivered and disgorged an enormous load into the back of her throat. The unnaturally thick cum filled her mouth in a split second, and went up and out her nose as well as gushing from the corners of her mouth. She knelt there before him, and took it stoically. She gazed up at him with the same vacantly bitter expression she’d been giving him at the start, and the cum oozed down her face.



“I take it you’re far from finished,” Impa said, with a still-defiant edge to her voice.



Ganondorf merely laughed. He held his hands in a circle around the shaft of his cock, and began to chant in a low, slow voice. His cock and the area between his hands was bathed in a reddish light, and the cock began to grow in length and in girth. Impa’s eyes widened in real horror as the fleshy member took on a darker color. The veins stood out grotesquely, and small barnacle-like protrusions began to form and ooze forth with a yellowish puss-like substance. Impa began to tremble and inch backwards as it reached its final length, nearly a foot and a half.



“Clothes. Off,” growled the gerudo devil. Impa looked away, closing her eyes as she complied with trembling fingers. He lifted her up onto the bed, and Zelda, backed into the corner, nearly paralyzed with fear, stared blankly with wide eyes.



Impa twisted her head around to meet her mistress’ gaze. “Your grace,” she said, voice quavering, “in the end all will be well. Be strong. Be brave.” She winced as Ganondorf penetrated her. Zelda moved around and cradled Impa’s head in her lap as the prince of evil began to plow her insides with his enhanced rod. He ignored Zelda entirely as he tormented Impa’s nipples with his fingers, twisting, stretching, and yanking. Impa tried not to grunt with every thrust her cunt received from the awful evil pole inside her.



The sensation was horrible. She felt every ridge, vein, barnacle-thing in great detail as they slid through her, threatening to split her in half. Her chest heaved, and she held her hands over her mouth in a vain attempt to silence herself. But she could not defend against the secretions from the nodules on Ganondorf’s dark rod. In minutes, the puss-like excretions had seeped into her blood, and coursed through her body and through her brain.



She felt everything in greater detail. Her sense of touch, greatly enhanced by the magical pus, relayed sensations more intensely than her body could handle. Her eyes dilated, and her body relaxed. “Zelda...” she moaned.



“I’m here,” Zelda whispered coarsely. Ganondorf merely grunted and leered at both of them savagely as he increased his pace. But Impa shook her head.



“Zelda, no... it feels wonderful,” she gasped. Her hands moved unbidden, down to her pussy, stretching her lips wide to receive the pounding of the giant cock, teasing her own clit to enhance the sensation.



Zelda’s horror had reached its limits, and she merely caressed Impa’s face as tenderly as she could. Impa kept gasping in ecstacy as she was violated, willingly now, by their tormentor.



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What felt like hours later, the cold night air rushed past them as the horse they rode tore through the lanes of the town surrounding Hyrule castle.



“Are they all like him?” Zelda asked, her voice a mere squeak above the wind.



“All what?”



“All men.”



Impa shook her head violently. “Princess, there are some very kind and decent men in the world. I think your friend from the forest may grow up to be one of them.” She couldn’t hide the doubt in her voice.



Zelda shuddered, and Impa spurred the horse onwards, towards the great gate.



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Saria’s eyes were misty when Impa finished her tale. “I don’t know whether to feel hot or feel sick.”



Impa glared at her. “But you see the problem. It’s been seven years.”



“So?”



“Seven years... of that. You think I’m a pervert? I’m like a celibate priest compared to him. He might have started with his real enemies, but do you think that any woman in all of Hyrule would be safe? Can you imagine how many women he’s raped, let alone the people who have died at his hands?”



“I see your point,” Saria said.



“You’ll help, then.”



“We’ll see.”