All Things Come to an End
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Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
11,728
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Legend of Zelda game series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3: Violation
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda or any of its characters. All of the characters in this story belong to Nintendo. I have written this for entertainment purposes only, and am not making any sort of profit for it.
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It was warm and stuffy inside the stables. Malon busied herself with her chores, promising herself a cold drink when she was done. She only had one more stall to muck out, and then she could rest for a bit.
She was only fooling herself, really. Ingo had probably been drinking again, and if that were the case, she’d be working till the sun went down. Ingo was very unpleasant when he was drunk.
‘If only things could go back to the way they were,’ she thought with a sigh. Her father had been lazy, but he had never been as violent as Ingo was now. The way the man handled the animals broke her heart, and he threatened to be worse if she did anything wrong. There was nothing she could do against him.
“All things come to an end,” she whispered to herself. Things would get better again; somehow, they just had to.
She started as the stable doors crashed open. Ingo staggered in, his eyes masked in something she didn’t recognize. Her blood ran cold.
“Mr. I-Ingo . . . What is it?”
“You stupid wench!” he cried out in a drunken slur. Malon took a step back as he stumbled toward her. “You can’t do anyth’n right, can you? You useless piece’a’shit!”
Malon’s mind raced. What had she done wrong? She’d done all her chores . . .
“Mr. Ingo, please don’t hurt the animals! Whatever I did, I’m sorry, please, just don’t hurt them!”
He laughed. It was a harsh, braying sound–something between a cough and a wheeze. She flinched back as he grabbed for her arm.
“I’m gonna make use of you; your sorry ass is goin’ to pull itsss weight, one way or anoth’r,” he growled.
Malon gasped. There was lust in his eyes. She backed away as he reached for her again, but the wall was right behind her. His iron grasp found her arms and pulled her roughly forward. “No!” Malon squirmed, trying to yank away from him. He shoved her against the wall, pressing his body against hers. His hot breath reeked of alcohol.
His knee came up, pressing between her legs. She started to cry out, but he pressed his mouth hard against hers. His tongue invaded her open mouth, nearly making her gag. Before she got enough sense to bite him, he pulled his tongue out and started to lick roughly at her neck.
The distraught redhead tried again to pull away. His tongue felt like sandpaper on her skin; he barely seemed to notice her struggling as he continued his assault. Tears ran freely down her cheeks.
One of his hands started to roam downward. A wave of adrenaline rushed through Malon, and she kicked hard at him. She’d been aiming for his crotch, but missed in her panic. His surprise gave her time to run, though.
The pitch fork she’d been using earlier was leaning against the far wall. If she could reach it, she could defend herself.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the time. He hit her from behind, knocking her hard to the straw-covered floor. Before she could get up, he was on her, forcing her onto her back and pinning her. Holding both of her arms down with one hand, he fumbled with his belt and pulled it off.
Malon sobbed. Despite how strong she was, she couldn’t fight the heavier man, even when he was drunk. “Don’t do this . . . please, Mr. Ingo . . . please,” she choked. But he was too far gone in his lust to hear her. He violently tore off her shirt, stopping to grope at her breasts. Malon squirmed in vain. Her eyes winced shut as he attacked her throat again with his tongue. Meanwhile his other hand fumbled down her stomach and slipped beneath her skirt. “No, goddesses no!” she sobbed, squirming and trying to squeeze her legs shut. In response, he shoved his knee between her legs, forcing them open as he ripped her panties away.
He paused briefly to lower his pants and undershorts, and he started to lower himself on her. Malon cried and squirmed. She felt his member fumbling around, trying to find her opening.
’no, this can’t be happening, goddesses don’t let this happen,’ she begged inwardly.
He shoved himself inside her, not so much as pausing at her scream of pain. He was biting at her throat again, his unshaven face scraping at her pale skin. His member forced its way deep inside her - pulled out - pushed in again. She sobbed. “Stop, please, stop!” But he wouldn’t stop. He kept going, faster and faster. He slobbered over her neck. She could feel him moving; a kind of ache grew inside her.
A deep moan rose in the ranch hand’s throat, and Malon thought she felt a wetness deep inside her. She sobbed as he pulled out, too tired from her struggling to do anything else. The ache, which hadn’t been all that unpleasant, disappeared. He pulled his pants back up, tried putting his belt back on (he was too drunk to actually buckle it, so he gave up), and stumbled out of the barn as though nothing had happened.
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There were no more tears left for her. She’d been sitting in the tub for hours, trying to wash herself of Ingo’s filth. It seemed nothing she did could rinse away how dirty she felt. Not only had Ingo violated her completely, but part of her had experienced a small amount of pleasure. The ache that had grown inside her, only to leave once the ranch hand had finished . . . she was disgusted with herself for enjoying that part of it.
Finally, she gave up her efforts and got out of the tub. She’d never finished her chores; the animals would be hungry. She dressed and started down the stairs, careful not to wake the snoring ranch hand.
It felt better outside; safer, somehow. As she was heading toward the buckets resting next to the stables, she heard a cry toward the field.
“Link-kun! Link-kun, what’s wrong?!”
Malon peered toward the sloping hill that led into the field and gasped. In the distance, she could see someone, a boy, kneeling on the ground, grasping at his head as though in pain. Her own dilemma was briefly forgotten as she ran toward him. By the time she reached him, he had already slumped to the ground, unconscious.
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A/N:
As you’ve probably noticed, I’m not doing this exactly as it is in the game. I’m trying to avoid the walkthrough approach, since those tend to get a bit boring. So, though Morpha may have been easy for you to beat, it wouldn’t be any fun for the hero to get away unharmed every time. ;)
Erm . . . yeah, I’m still a virgin, so any sex scene in this is based entirely off of what I’ve read/seen. Sorry if it isn’t ‘accurate’ enough–I’m trying . . . ^^”
Thanks for the reviews! I appreciate it!
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It was warm and stuffy inside the stables. Malon busied herself with her chores, promising herself a cold drink when she was done. She only had one more stall to muck out, and then she could rest for a bit.
She was only fooling herself, really. Ingo had probably been drinking again, and if that were the case, she’d be working till the sun went down. Ingo was very unpleasant when he was drunk.
‘If only things could go back to the way they were,’ she thought with a sigh. Her father had been lazy, but he had never been as violent as Ingo was now. The way the man handled the animals broke her heart, and he threatened to be worse if she did anything wrong. There was nothing she could do against him.
“All things come to an end,” she whispered to herself. Things would get better again; somehow, they just had to.
She started as the stable doors crashed open. Ingo staggered in, his eyes masked in something she didn’t recognize. Her blood ran cold.
“Mr. I-Ingo . . . What is it?”
“You stupid wench!” he cried out in a drunken slur. Malon took a step back as he stumbled toward her. “You can’t do anyth’n right, can you? You useless piece’a’shit!”
Malon’s mind raced. What had she done wrong? She’d done all her chores . . .
“Mr. Ingo, please don’t hurt the animals! Whatever I did, I’m sorry, please, just don’t hurt them!”
He laughed. It was a harsh, braying sound–something between a cough and a wheeze. She flinched back as he grabbed for her arm.
“I’m gonna make use of you; your sorry ass is goin’ to pull itsss weight, one way or anoth’r,” he growled.
Malon gasped. There was lust in his eyes. She backed away as he reached for her again, but the wall was right behind her. His iron grasp found her arms and pulled her roughly forward. “No!” Malon squirmed, trying to yank away from him. He shoved her against the wall, pressing his body against hers. His hot breath reeked of alcohol.
His knee came up, pressing between her legs. She started to cry out, but he pressed his mouth hard against hers. His tongue invaded her open mouth, nearly making her gag. Before she got enough sense to bite him, he pulled his tongue out and started to lick roughly at her neck.
The distraught redhead tried again to pull away. His tongue felt like sandpaper on her skin; he barely seemed to notice her struggling as he continued his assault. Tears ran freely down her cheeks.
One of his hands started to roam downward. A wave of adrenaline rushed through Malon, and she kicked hard at him. She’d been aiming for his crotch, but missed in her panic. His surprise gave her time to run, though.
The pitch fork she’d been using earlier was leaning against the far wall. If she could reach it, she could defend herself.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the time. He hit her from behind, knocking her hard to the straw-covered floor. Before she could get up, he was on her, forcing her onto her back and pinning her. Holding both of her arms down with one hand, he fumbled with his belt and pulled it off.
Malon sobbed. Despite how strong she was, she couldn’t fight the heavier man, even when he was drunk. “Don’t do this . . . please, Mr. Ingo . . . please,” she choked. But he was too far gone in his lust to hear her. He violently tore off her shirt, stopping to grope at her breasts. Malon squirmed in vain. Her eyes winced shut as he attacked her throat again with his tongue. Meanwhile his other hand fumbled down her stomach and slipped beneath her skirt. “No, goddesses no!” she sobbed, squirming and trying to squeeze her legs shut. In response, he shoved his knee between her legs, forcing them open as he ripped her panties away.
He paused briefly to lower his pants and undershorts, and he started to lower himself on her. Malon cried and squirmed. She felt his member fumbling around, trying to find her opening.
’no, this can’t be happening, goddesses don’t let this happen,’ she begged inwardly.
He shoved himself inside her, not so much as pausing at her scream of pain. He was biting at her throat again, his unshaven face scraping at her pale skin. His member forced its way deep inside her - pulled out - pushed in again. She sobbed. “Stop, please, stop!” But he wouldn’t stop. He kept going, faster and faster. He slobbered over her neck. She could feel him moving; a kind of ache grew inside her.
A deep moan rose in the ranch hand’s throat, and Malon thought she felt a wetness deep inside her. She sobbed as he pulled out, too tired from her struggling to do anything else. The ache, which hadn’t been all that unpleasant, disappeared. He pulled his pants back up, tried putting his belt back on (he was too drunk to actually buckle it, so he gave up), and stumbled out of the barn as though nothing had happened.
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There were no more tears left for her. She’d been sitting in the tub for hours, trying to wash herself of Ingo’s filth. It seemed nothing she did could rinse away how dirty she felt. Not only had Ingo violated her completely, but part of her had experienced a small amount of pleasure. The ache that had grown inside her, only to leave once the ranch hand had finished . . . she was disgusted with herself for enjoying that part of it.
Finally, she gave up her efforts and got out of the tub. She’d never finished her chores; the animals would be hungry. She dressed and started down the stairs, careful not to wake the snoring ranch hand.
It felt better outside; safer, somehow. As she was heading toward the buckets resting next to the stables, she heard a cry toward the field.
“Link-kun! Link-kun, what’s wrong?!”
Malon peered toward the sloping hill that led into the field and gasped. In the distance, she could see someone, a boy, kneeling on the ground, grasping at his head as though in pain. Her own dilemma was briefly forgotten as she ran toward him. By the time she reached him, he had already slumped to the ground, unconscious.
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A/N:
As you’ve probably noticed, I’m not doing this exactly as it is in the game. I’m trying to avoid the walkthrough approach, since those tend to get a bit boring. So, though Morpha may have been easy for you to beat, it wouldn’t be any fun for the hero to get away unharmed every time. ;)
Erm . . . yeah, I’m still a virgin, so any sex scene in this is based entirely off of what I’ve read/seen. Sorry if it isn’t ‘accurate’ enough–I’m trying . . . ^^”
Thanks for the reviews! I appreciate it!