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Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,997
Reviews:
6
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
She was always the same in his dreams, always just out of his reach, a veil colored a deep purple, hiding her features. It could have been another woman, another blonde but he knew otherwise, no other woman stirred his mind or his body quite like she could. He was close in this dream, it would only take a few more nights and she’d be in his clutches, beneath him-prey to him, the veil keeping her chaste torn away with unimaginable force. The desert king smiled in his sleep as dreams turned to dark fantasies
He purred at the images that danced about teasingly in his mind. He wanted them no longer in his mind that had been exhausted some time back. He needed her, needed to make the dark fantasies into sweet realities. Only she could satisfy the lust that pumped in his veins, as thick as blood.
Woman had been left at his feet by the dozens, sacrifices from farmers desperate to keep the taxes on their lands low. Desperate enough, that sacrificing a daughter was of little consequence. He had laughed at this, the will of men, their greed never ceased to amaze him. They valued property and would pay pound upon pound of flesh in exchange for having to pay cold. He accepted and he reveled in it. The women, all of them nothing compared to what he was sure she would be like. Their screams echoed in his mind, choruses that made him smile once more and stir ever so slightly.
The desert king opened his eyes slowly and sat slightly up staring at the wardrobe at the far end of the room. His room, the room that had once belonged to the good king of Hyrule, a distant memory long since turned to dust. It was no longer decorated in the purples and silvers of earlier reigns but was now lush with red and gold, the colors of the desert, the colors of mortal sin.
His eyes moved from the wardrobe to the figure next to him. She was a small woman, her hair dark and tangled from being pulled the gag in her mouth soaked through with spit. Her hands were still bound but her grip had gone loose many hours earlier when exhaustion had given way to sleep, only a brief time after he had finished his ministrations. Her eyes were clenched shut but her breathing was light. He smiled at this and rose from the bed.
He pulled on a red silk robe and stepped onto the balcony. His advisors would be around early that day and their hunt would continue. There had been no signs of his quarry in a few years, but she lived, he knew it. The princess was far too valuable and powerful to have been undone by someone lesser than himself.
He moved from the bedroom to the throne room. The help scurried about avoiding his gaze as best as possible. The two crones stood a few yards away, smiles upon their faces. “Mother Kotake, Mother Koume.” He said; his voice barely more than a whisper. They approached him quickly, their feet inches from the ground.
“You’ve been dreaming again haven’t you?” Koume said.
“I believe he has sister. Tell us sweet prince, is she still out of your reach.”
“As always, but she is closer this time, I am just about to her. If I could only reach out a bit further I could perhaps touch her hair.”
The two old women grinned again in unison. “We have found her your liege. She has been hiding right under our noses. She has abandoned her Hyilian heritage and has traded her throne for a spot in the Sheikah tribe.”
The large man remained still for a moment considering the information. Before the overthrow he had made a point to acquire all information and history available on the history of Hyrule. “The Sheikah are dead. You dare toy with me like this, dare lay forth such vile lies!” he hissed.
Koume shook her head furiously; “We would never! Alas, they live, we have seen them with our own eyes! In the south past the forest, their village is cut off by a canyon but they are there.”
“Then you will take me to her, bring me an army that will bring back the princess Zelda. Bring me an army worthy of the name of Ganondorf.”
The witches bowed and stepped back.
“We ride at dawn.” Ganondorf instructed. “And know this, if they are not there, if this is another one of your
tricks I swear upon the souls of the goddesses, death will be greeted warmly by the time I’m finished with the two of you.” There was a flash and a crack. The small women had vanished leaving him alone. He felt a rush of adrenaline in his blood. She was closer in his dream, perhaps they had finally found her.
He stood slowly still staring at the spot where the two older women had stood moments earlier. He contemplated sleep, reaching out for her again perhaps catching her this time. His tongue moved across his teeth and lips and he started back for the bedroom.
The small bound woman had awoken and stared at him, her eyes were wide with fright. “Iolite, my dear,” he started. “Your usefulness will cease after tonight, for after tonight I will possess someone who you could never compare to. How does that make you feel, are you relieved or frightened?”
He crawled on top of her slowly pressing into her tiny frame. He felt his arousal growing and trailed his tongue up her stomach across her right breast. The woman cried out and turned her head clenching her eyes shut. “Will you miss me lovely? Will you miss the way it feels when I am inside you?”
He eased his way in between her legs and nipped at her neck. She wanted it to stop cried out in her mind for someone, anyone to interfere. But no one would come, not this time, not ever. She felt the gag loosen and gasped. The taste of fabric was exchanged for the taste of tears as she sobbed.
“Please, God please…” She felt him grip her jaw and felt his tongue in her mouth a moment later, moving about tasting her. She tried not to gag, tried not to respond.
“You will miss it won’t you. You will miss worshipping your God. I am your God now Iolite and I will be for eternity.” She could feel his hardness against her. She knew what was coming, they both did. “Are you ready for me again my love, for the last time?”
“Please don’t, not again.”
Ganondorf pressed his weight on her once more and forced himself inside of the small woman. “Now, scream for me, just like she would.” He thrusted deep and felt flesh give way. The woman cried out and he moaned pressing harder and faster. It would be like this, he knew it, but she would cry out with pleasure and she would love him. Him and only him, forever and always.
The desert king placed his hands around the small woman’s throat and gazed at her. He could feel his release growing. He tightened his grip on her throat and felt her struggle. Images of Zelda rushed his brain as his climax rushed him. He moaned and felt the pressure in his hands give way. There was a distinct crack and a gurgling sound in the distance but he didn’t care. She was there with him at last, in his grasp her lips on his her body beneath his.
A/N:
Hello all, sorry it took so long for an update! I had a hard time with this chapter and I'm still not entirely pleased with it. Anywho, somewhere between 2 and 3 life happened but I'm back on track and I'm hoping to have more regular updates from now on. To all the reviewers thank you very much for your kind and encouraging words.
~AA~
He purred at the images that danced about teasingly in his mind. He wanted them no longer in his mind that had been exhausted some time back. He needed her, needed to make the dark fantasies into sweet realities. Only she could satisfy the lust that pumped in his veins, as thick as blood.
Woman had been left at his feet by the dozens, sacrifices from farmers desperate to keep the taxes on their lands low. Desperate enough, that sacrificing a daughter was of little consequence. He had laughed at this, the will of men, their greed never ceased to amaze him. They valued property and would pay pound upon pound of flesh in exchange for having to pay cold. He accepted and he reveled in it. The women, all of them nothing compared to what he was sure she would be like. Their screams echoed in his mind, choruses that made him smile once more and stir ever so slightly.
The desert king opened his eyes slowly and sat slightly up staring at the wardrobe at the far end of the room. His room, the room that had once belonged to the good king of Hyrule, a distant memory long since turned to dust. It was no longer decorated in the purples and silvers of earlier reigns but was now lush with red and gold, the colors of the desert, the colors of mortal sin.
His eyes moved from the wardrobe to the figure next to him. She was a small woman, her hair dark and tangled from being pulled the gag in her mouth soaked through with spit. Her hands were still bound but her grip had gone loose many hours earlier when exhaustion had given way to sleep, only a brief time after he had finished his ministrations. Her eyes were clenched shut but her breathing was light. He smiled at this and rose from the bed.
He pulled on a red silk robe and stepped onto the balcony. His advisors would be around early that day and their hunt would continue. There had been no signs of his quarry in a few years, but she lived, he knew it. The princess was far too valuable and powerful to have been undone by someone lesser than himself.
He moved from the bedroom to the throne room. The help scurried about avoiding his gaze as best as possible. The two crones stood a few yards away, smiles upon their faces. “Mother Kotake, Mother Koume.” He said; his voice barely more than a whisper. They approached him quickly, their feet inches from the ground.
“You’ve been dreaming again haven’t you?” Koume said.
“I believe he has sister. Tell us sweet prince, is she still out of your reach.”
“As always, but she is closer this time, I am just about to her. If I could only reach out a bit further I could perhaps touch her hair.”
The two old women grinned again in unison. “We have found her your liege. She has been hiding right under our noses. She has abandoned her Hyilian heritage and has traded her throne for a spot in the Sheikah tribe.”
The large man remained still for a moment considering the information. Before the overthrow he had made a point to acquire all information and history available on the history of Hyrule. “The Sheikah are dead. You dare toy with me like this, dare lay forth such vile lies!” he hissed.
Koume shook her head furiously; “We would never! Alas, they live, we have seen them with our own eyes! In the south past the forest, their village is cut off by a canyon but they are there.”
“Then you will take me to her, bring me an army that will bring back the princess Zelda. Bring me an army worthy of the name of Ganondorf.”
The witches bowed and stepped back.
“We ride at dawn.” Ganondorf instructed. “And know this, if they are not there, if this is another one of your
tricks I swear upon the souls of the goddesses, death will be greeted warmly by the time I’m finished with the two of you.” There was a flash and a crack. The small women had vanished leaving him alone. He felt a rush of adrenaline in his blood. She was closer in his dream, perhaps they had finally found her.
He stood slowly still staring at the spot where the two older women had stood moments earlier. He contemplated sleep, reaching out for her again perhaps catching her this time. His tongue moved across his teeth and lips and he started back for the bedroom.
The small bound woman had awoken and stared at him, her eyes were wide with fright. “Iolite, my dear,” he started. “Your usefulness will cease after tonight, for after tonight I will possess someone who you could never compare to. How does that make you feel, are you relieved or frightened?”
He crawled on top of her slowly pressing into her tiny frame. He felt his arousal growing and trailed his tongue up her stomach across her right breast. The woman cried out and turned her head clenching her eyes shut. “Will you miss me lovely? Will you miss the way it feels when I am inside you?”
He eased his way in between her legs and nipped at her neck. She wanted it to stop cried out in her mind for someone, anyone to interfere. But no one would come, not this time, not ever. She felt the gag loosen and gasped. The taste of fabric was exchanged for the taste of tears as she sobbed.
“Please, God please…” She felt him grip her jaw and felt his tongue in her mouth a moment later, moving about tasting her. She tried not to gag, tried not to respond.
“You will miss it won’t you. You will miss worshipping your God. I am your God now Iolite and I will be for eternity.” She could feel his hardness against her. She knew what was coming, they both did. “Are you ready for me again my love, for the last time?”
“Please don’t, not again.”
Ganondorf pressed his weight on her once more and forced himself inside of the small woman. “Now, scream for me, just like she would.” He thrusted deep and felt flesh give way. The woman cried out and he moaned pressing harder and faster. It would be like this, he knew it, but she would cry out with pleasure and she would love him. Him and only him, forever and always.
The desert king placed his hands around the small woman’s throat and gazed at her. He could feel his release growing. He tightened his grip on her throat and felt her struggle. Images of Zelda rushed his brain as his climax rushed him. He moaned and felt the pressure in his hands give way. There was a distinct crack and a gurgling sound in the distance but he didn’t care. She was there with him at last, in his grasp her lips on his her body beneath his.
A/N:
Hello all, sorry it took so long for an update! I had a hard time with this chapter and I'm still not entirely pleased with it. Anywho, somewhere between 2 and 3 life happened but I'm back on track and I'm hoping to have more regular updates from now on. To all the reviewers thank you very much for your kind and encouraging words.
~AA~