In the Tower

III

“Why don’t you just run a blade through me yourself?”

“Because it wouldn’t kill you,” Zelda replied, though she didn’t say it very loud. She sat against the head of his bed, her arms bound behind her back, as she watched Ganondorf rest his arms on the wide mantle of the fireplace.

Ganondorf laughed a chilly, bitter laugh that sent shivers down Zelda’s spine.

“You are clever. You have staged this act so well that you have simultaneously ensnared my heart and attempted valiantly to doom me. I have to give you credit.” His back still turned to her, he shook his head and pounded his fist upon the mantle, splitting the stone with a jagged crack. Zelda winced. “It just hurts... I would never hand your enemy the means to destroy you.”

“But I am you enemy.” Zelda murmured, resenting the truth in the words.

As Ganondorf turned to look at her, she lowered her gaze to her lap, a few tears staining the rosy fabric of her dress. Zelda’s cheeks burned miserably, and there was a lump in her throat she couldn’t expel. She didn’t care that she was bound to the bed. She didn’t care what happened to her now, and she almost wished to die with Ganondorf. It would be a fitting end to their affair.

“It doesn’t matter. I am too strong for some kid to defeat me... But you really believe that your little hero can do it?”

“He is more resourceful than you can imagine,” she said in a weakened voice. She didn’t dare look at his face as he crossed the room to her.

“You won’t even try to flatter me? You know I am outraged with you! Zelda, what will I do with you...” Ganondorf paused, putting his face into his hands for a second, and then continued. “And what if I kill him, and there is no longer any hope for your cause? What then?”

Zelda gazed at him. He stood between her and the fireplace, and he covered her in his shadow. She could see his hard face was stained with tears, and she felt awful. “Then... then you will become the ruler of Hyrule, and I will be yours for as long as you desire me.”

She watched him as he processed her answer, and then Ganondorf took a deep breath. “Very well.” The pain in his voice was evident. “Will you join me for dinner? It could be the only one we ever have.”

 

Ganondorf had an intimate chamber set up with a square oak table; Zelda said a long banquet table would be too formal and the distance between them would irritate her.

A grand chandelier hung over the center of the table, shedding a sensual glow over the honey-colored walls and the burgundy carpet. Zelda was beginning to sense a color trend.

Zelda was short in the tall, gothic framed chair that she was chained to by a steel collar. She poked her fork at a crispy morsel on her plate, wondering what it was. Ganondorf watched her from across the table, folding his hands above his plate. His mood had lightened in the time it took to set up dinner, and Zelda was glad for it.

“It’s fried Gibdo, a bit of a delicacy where I come from, though it’s illegal...” Ganondorf beamed at her with pride as she returned a look of horror.

“That’s pretty gruesome,” she said, pushing the cooked piece of mummy to the other side of her plate. Zelda poked at the form of some other poor creature on her plate.

“Careful of the teeth!” Ganondorf chuckled, “Seared Leever. The petals are poisonous, but if you peel it, the inside is quite delectable.”

“I’m afraid my dinner will eat me,” Zelda remarked, trying to open the soft parts of spiny dead thing. The Leever had a mouth that looked like it could be made into a very effective chastity belt.

“You don’t like the food?” Ganondorf asked. Zelda saw his smile fade and smacked herself mentally for not being diplomatic.

“I’ve just never seen any of it. I can’t tell you if I like it or not.” Ganondorf watched intently as Zelda finally took a bite of the Leever, finding the texture a bit unpleasant but the taste enjoyable. She chewed quickly and downed the bit of gooey meat, and made a weak smile at Ganondorf. “As royalty, it is proper to try the food a foreign host offers. I’m sure you know this, though the Gibdo is a bit of a stretch.”

“If you like, princess, I can summon a local cook so that eating will be easier for you. You won’t go hungry here.”

Zelda made a quiet laugh. “You are trying to show me how chivalrous you are now. If only you showed this kindness to all of my people...” Zelda soberly took a few bites of her meal and kept her gaze away from Ganondorf. He watched her, frowning, as a mess of thoughts irritated him, and he took a heavy drink of wine from a goblet, though it worsened his headache.

Ganondorf tried to resolve his thoughts with a long sigh that Zelda ignored. There was no way around the pain he knew Zelda would eventually bring him, and his heart was beginning to already ache.

All he wanted was to please her, and Ganondorf feared that in all of his effort, she would be unsatisfied with him. How could he make her happy by destroying her home? And holding her captive probably didn’t help the situation, though Ganondorf thought that she practically consented to it, revealing herself without guard on his very premises.

Ganondorf had lately spent too much time thinking about her, and he cursed it as the reason that he failed to subdue Link. Zelda made him feel reckless, and Ganondorf resented her for being less reckless than he had been. If she was so enamored by him, how could she focus on helping Link awaken all of the sages that would try goddess-knows-what on him, when he hardly managed to focus on anything? Ganondorf’s confidence was waning.

A Stalfos entered the room carrying a memo. Ganondorf went to greet the Stalfos and saw that Zelda also stood, but the collar around her neck reminded her that she had limited roam of the room.

Ganondorf took the note and read it quickly, dismissing the Stalfos, and soon turned back to Zelda.

“This is unnecessary,” she said, running her hand over the chain of the collar. “I have no reason to leave.” Ganondorf sat back down, tucking the note into a pocket, and peered at Zelda.

“If you don’t plan to leave, then it shouldn’t be a problem. And I have to be cautious with you here, you know. I can't have you tearing my castle down to put up your own.”

Zelda raised an eyebrow. “That's ridiculous. It would take enormous strength to destroy this fortress.”

Ganondorf crossed his arms and waited for Zelda to sit down.

He wanted to have her clothes off. He wanted to commission of portrait of her naked, actually, but there was no time for that. There wasn’t enough time in the world for what he wanted, and he wondered how Link would react if he climbed Ganondorf’s castle to find that Ganondorf and Zelda had left. He didn’t care for distractions right now.

“Zelda, come here.” Ganondorf pushed his plates and goblet away from his place at the table and waited for her. Zelda tilted her upper body a little, looking at him sideways as if she hadn’t decided what she thought of him. After a moment, she chose to round the table, the length of chain making a silky noise as it dragged along the plush carpet. Even standing over him in his chair, Zelda was not as tall as he was.

Ganondorf pulled Zelda to his lap, facing her back to him. He wrapped his hands around her upper arms and buried his face into her soft, clean hair. Zelda shut her eyes and shivered as his lips found the nape of her neck through her tresses. His firm grip on her arms encouraged her feminine parts to awaken.

Through the glove of one of Zelda’s hands, a small triangle of light glowed. This distracted Ganondorf for a moment, and when Zelda realized he was staring at it, she clasped her hands together in her lap.

How did one person extract a piece of Triforce from another? They both happened to wonder about the process in that moment, because Zelda knew it was only a matter of time before Ganondorf tried to take it from her, and Ganondorf was trying to imagine a tactful method of forcing his lover to relinquish it.

Ganondorf smiled bitterly to himself. Everything he wanted would drive her away.

He gently nudged on her back so she leaned her upper body over the table, and then he pushed her hair over her shoulder so he could begin undressing her. Ganondorf unfastened the gilded plates that covered her shoulders, and she let out a slight gasp as they fell into her lap. She also gasped as he undid the belt and fabric buttons at the back of her gown. He suspected that these gasps were only made to enthuse him.

“Why did you ever choose me?” he said, opening her gown and pushing it over her white shoulders. Ganondorf ran his fingertips over her back and ribs, and he even grazed the flesh underneath her breasts.

“You always irritate me with this question.”

Ganondorf gripped the fabric at the opening of her dress and rested his forehead against her upper neck. “But you are mad... and so am I.” His breath against her skin made her shiver.

Zelda ran her hands over his thighs and then rested them on Ganondorf’s hands. The act was soothing to him. “As if choice had much to do with this. The goddesses mean to make a nasty example out of us. I can always sense these kinds of things.”

“Do you actually think everything is predetermined by three absent goddesses?”

Zelda turned her head over her shoulder to see him. “I don’t know. It’s not really important, I guess. But you shouldn’t discredit them when it’s their gift you pursue. I mean the Triforce, of course.” Ganondorf grunted. Zelda lifted her left hand and ran her fingers along his cheek and into his hair. She leaned back into Ganondorf’s chest as he pushed her gown down her body, revealing the silky curves of her waist and hips, and eventually let it land on the floor beneath the table.

Ganondorf ran his hands over the pearl-colored fabric that covered her breasts. It was made of paper-thin embroidery, and he could feel the rise of her nipples below it. Zelda wore a similar garment on her hips with a silken strip of fabric running between her legs. Her gloves and her thigh-high stockings were the same color.

“That feels lovely,” Zelda breathed into his ear as he brushed a finger over her silk-covered opening. There was a little wet spot forming on the fabric between her legs. Ganondorf contoured his fingers to the shape of her folds and pressed into her. Zelda moved her hips back, closer to his body, so her lady parts rested on the leather that covered Ganondorf’s manhood.

Ganondorf gripped her hips and Zelda winced under the force of his grip. “Here, spread you legs,” he said, nudging her legs wider with his own. Zelda let her legs fall open around his, and Ganondorf guided her hips in a motion so that her pussy rubbed against his leather-clad cock.

“Oh!” Zelda gasped. Jolts of pain went through her abdomen where his fingers applied pressure to her outer pelvis, where her hipbones were. The friction against her clit had her crying out softly, and she set her hands upon the carved armrests of the chair to steady herself.

She could feel him growing beneath her.

“This is torture...” Her eyes were shut tight and her head was tilted back over his shoulder so he could see her pained expression as he ground her against his body. Ganondorf wrapped a hand around the chain connected to her collar and tugged backwards so that it strained her neck. “Ahh-“ her voice was strangled. He saw that her little hands squeezed the arms of the chair.

Ganondorf’s need was almost excruciating. Zelda’s body was so soft on top of his, and he wanted to melt into her. Still holding the chain so her head was tilted back, Ganondorf turned her face to his with his other hand and she opened her wide, blue eyes to look at him.

“You are so perfect,” he said. His eyes burned into her, and they had a hint of desperation. “I can’t be without you. I will always live, and I can make it so you can live forever too.” Zelda looked skeptical, as hard as it was when her senses were overrun with him.

“You should not make such promises. How can you be confident that Link won’t destroy you when he comes here?”

Ganondorf frowned. “You will see how powerful I am. We will rule these lands, and we will be happy.”

“Even if things go the way you imagine, happiness is a difficult thing to prolong.”

Ganondorf let the chain slip out of his fingers and let go of her face so that she relaxed. He balled his hands into fists and rested them on her thighs. “You are some kind of negative realist.”

Her features hardened. “Realism is natural for one who has seen their family slaughtered and their kingdom in so much decline.”

“Bah!” Ganondorf threw his hands up and stood to his feet without warning, so that she had to jump out of the way. He turned away from her so she couldn’t see his face.

“And I’m not negative,” she spoke to his back. “I can foresee many different outcomes, I can accept them each before they even happen, and of course it would be to my liking if I had my kingdom back!”

Ganondorf turned to her.

“Do you think I will be happy if Link kills you?” she continued. “Do you think I don’t want desperately to spend my life with you?”

“It’s hard to know what to think, given your actions.”

Zelda rested her hand on the table. She had been trembling. “Of course I want to be with you... I want to have you all to myself!” Her voice was slightly louder than a whisper. “But I want my people to be prosperous as well. You must know how stressed I am, because the two things I want are in direct conflict!”

Zelda sat in the chair and crossed her arms over her breasts. She watched him and refused to let her expression soften.

Ganondorf turned the chair slightly to face him and knelt on the carpet before her. He took her chin in his hand and she lifted her face.

“I will make it simple then,” he struggled to make his voice even and strong, “With the Triforce of Power, I will be impossible to get rid of.” He said it to assure himself more than her. He let his hand drop from her chin to her lap and held onto her thigh.

His eyes darted to her glowing hand without meaning to. He would be more confident if he had her Triforce, but he didn’t want to further ruin the night, and he wasn’t even sure how to get it from her.

Zelda knew she had done everything in her power to prepare Link to battle Ganondorf, and nothing she did now would affect the outcome of the fight they would have, so she willed her mind away from her worries and took a long breath. When she felt a little more stable, she took Ganondorf’s face in her hands.

He met her eyes, seeing that her demeanor had softened, and then gazed at the entire image of her body upon his chair. She was little, but she sat with strength and confidence, like a proud bird that didn’t mind being tiny compared with the enormous tree it perched on. Zelda didn’t appear to be ashamed of her near-nudity either. “You distract me too easily. You are exquisite,” he said, taking her wrists with his hands and holding them in front of her. “Do you think I am attractive?”

She made a soft smile and her eyes danced in the chandelier light. “I have always found you attractive, my lord.” Zelda’s voice was so sweet that Ganondorf felt a tinge of discomfort. Zelda sensed this quickly. “Please, I am not lying to you. If you want the truth, I have fantasized about you since I was a child. You are so strong and exotic and beautiful to me, and I knew then that I should have stopped my infatuation before it could grow into something dangerous, but I didn’t stop it. I grew up with the image of you constantly on my mind.”

Ganondorf raised his eyebrows on his forehead, trying to decide if she was being sincere. “I must be very lucky then.”

He supposed that she wouldn’t pursue him if she didn’t adore him, unless she meant only to derail his conquest of Hyrule. The more that possibility cycled through his mind, the more plausible it seemed. He knew he was wasting time going in mental circles, and this, too, would have to be put out of his mind until later.

Ganondorf leaned in, wrapping his arms around her. He held her tight to his chest and inhaled her smell, planting kisses on her forehead and running his hand through her hair.

“Will you help me out of my armor?” he asked, and gave her a deep kiss before she could answer. He pushed his torso between her legs so that she had to open them and took hold of the bare skin on her back. Zelda’s senses were assaulted by him and she couldn’t think of much besides the need to have him pressing into her, and he did. His groin found the sensitive mound between her legs and she dug her hands into the studs on his armor.

“Yes, yes,” she broke the kiss for air and rested her forehead against his, “you are wearing so much clothing!” She unhooked the cape from his broad shoulders before he did anything else, and it fell to the carpet in a swift motion. Ganondorf grinned and rocked his body against hers, making it difficult for her to unfasten his leather shoulder-piece. “You Gerudos have an inconvenient way of dressing!” she exclaimed, trying to make sense of the clothing on his torso.

Zelda was determined, even with Ganondorf rubbing against her wet pussy. She tore the patterned fabric that held his belt and a number of other articles of clothing together. She puzzled over how to remove the entire codpiece, and found that the garment that held it came open at his back.

It was a long process though, and Ganondorf lost patience and began pulling his spiked kneepads and boots and gloves off, until he wore just a leather body suit that emphasized the musculature of his body in a way that nearly undid Zelda.

He was crouched in front of her, a pile of armor and clothes surrounding him. Zelda sat back in the chair and surveyed him. The black body suit had small studs running along his biceps, over the muscles of his torso, down his hips and thighs. A line of dark buttons ran down the middle of his chest and stomach where the clothing would open all the way to his bulging crotch.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” she said, and Ganondorf noted that she had to clear her throat as she forced her eyes away from his manhood, “but you look larger than before. That bodysuit is the most indecent thing I’ve laid eyes on.”

“But I’m still fully covered,” Ganondorf laughed. Zelda’s eyes had a feral darkness when they met his. “If you wish, I can take this off too-”

“Please.” She held her breath as he unbuttoned the first two, revealing his dark collarbone. “I have never seen you without clothes,” she said, as he continued revealing a hard line of flesh down to his belly. “We have already made love, and this will be the first time we are naked together. How can that be right?”

Ganondorf’s lips formed a small smile as he opened the fabric where his crotch was. He heard Zelda’s breath catch in her throat as his heavy cock fell out, and Ganondorf let the fabric fall from his wide shoulders and slink down around his legs.

Zelda smiled and left the chair, pushing it away and kneeling on the floor with Ganondorf. She pressed her lips into the crease between his pectorals and made a path of kisses up his chest. Her hands ran over the thick skin of his waist and grasped his hips. Everything about him was so firm and defined. Ganondorf pulled her closer, and she felt his cock spring lightly against her stomach.

“We need to get off this floor,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her so he could unfasten her bra. Zelda pressed her body into his, savoring the sensation of his skin on hers. His skin burned to the touch.

Ganondorf fisted her hair with one hand and pulled her head back. Leaning his head down, he took one little nipple into his mouth and tugged until Zelda shuddered and shut her eyes. “How can you expect me to get anywhere when you do that...”

“What?” Letting go of her breast, Ganondorf trailed his other hand down to her panties. He tugged her hair so that she gasped, and he pushed his fingers between her underwear and the small curls on her pubis. “Hehheh, you are sopping. Why is that?”

Zelda opened her large eyes and watched his hard face. “You don’t honestly expect me to answer that, do you?”

“I’m told I have a hungry ego.” Ganondorf gave her hair one more tug before plunging his fingers inside her.

“Oh, goddesses...” Zelda sighed. Ganondorf wrapped his left arm around her, holding her head against his chest, as he stimulated her insides. She didn’t know what to do with herself, on her knees in that position, and she opted to muffle her cries into Ganondorf’s body as tension built inside her. He knew where to apply pressure, and he knew which parts of her to tease.

“Zelda... princess, you are beautiful...” She must have been too long without his touch. Faster than Zelda expected, her body gave out and she screamed into Ganondorf’s chest as the pressure exploded inside her abdomen. “Just let it out,” Ganondorf soothed, as if she had been venting her frustration to him. In the blurriness of reality, Zelda hardly heard him, and forgot she was on the floor.

“Get up!” Ganondorf’s voice rasped in her long ear. He stood up and tugged her up by the collar, admiring the effect the action had on her.

Ganondorf kicked the remainder of his clothing from his feet and positioned Zelda in front of the table. He swiftly lifted her onto it, pushing plates and dinnerware out of the way, and pushed her body so that she was on her hands and knees facing away from him.

“Your bed would be more comfortable,” Zelda protested, groggy from her orgasm, and turned her head over her shoulder to see Ganondorf test the alignment of his cock with her opening.

“I can’t wait,” he said, focusing on the image of her white bottom reared to him. He rubbed the head of his penis over the soaked fabric that covered her opening, and then slowly peeled her knickers down over her rounded hips. He let them stay bunched around her thighs and admired the way her feminine slit peaked out between her legs.

Zelda shut her eyes and rested her face on her arms as Ganondorf ran his cock up and down her slit. She was oversensitized. How had he made her climax so fast?

“Zelda.” His voice was reverent. The wide head of Ganondorf’s cock began sliding into Zelda’s wet opening, pushing, seeking a deep entrance. His fingers dug into the flesh around her hipbones, painful, but the feeling aroused her again.

Zelda let out a long, low breath as Ganondorf buried the full length of himself inside her.

He withdrew, and slammed into her again, the force making her body inch forward on the table, and her stockings snagging at the knees. In and out, Zelda felt her body heat up as if in a hot spring. Ganondorf brushed his hand through her hair, laying it over her right shoulder, withdrew, and slammed into her again.

“Too much!” Zelda cried, clinging to the table. She clamped her eyes shut and bit onto her wrist to stifle a moan. Her body felt paralyzed.

Ganondorf roamed a hand over her ass, between her cheeks, and Zelda grunted when she felt one large finger push into her anus. “What are you-” Zelda sucked in her breath. “What are you doing?” Ganondorf’s finger slid in and out of her ass in sync with his penis, and Zelda felt like the anal penetration was an extra button that he pushed, plunging her senses into a hot sea of confusion. “I am overwhelmed!”

“Shh, shhh,” Ganondorf slowed his thrusts.

“Don’t you shush me!”

Zelda’s skin was flushed and moist. Ganondorf looked at the place where his pelvis met her hips, and mused over how their skins contrasted, like day and night. Then he pulled his finger out of her, slowing his thrusts to a near stop. “Are you in pain? Here, turn over.”

Ganondorf broke contact with Zelda long enough to flip her body to face him, and then he leaned over her, pushing his member back inside her. Zelda’s face glowed a honey pink and Ganondorf bent lower to kiss her on the chin, and on her neck. Zelda closed her eyes when his lips touched her face, lips that opened to a sensual, hot mouth.

Zelda wrapped her arms and legs around his long, thick torso, holding him tight, and Ganondorf ground into her. He cradled her head in his hand, sliding in and out of her, and his open mouth hovered a centimeter above hers so that their breaths racked against each other, adding to their excitement. Zelda clung her fingers to Ganondorf’s strong neck, which was becoming moist with sweat, and Ganondorf pushed her calves up until her ankles were over his shoulders, a position that allowed deeper penetration.

Ganondorf pushed his head down in the crook of her shoulder as he neared his climax. He took her arms from around him and squeezed her wrists on either side of her.

Zelda was dizzy, and she thought to herself that it might take years to adjust to the size of him, years that she might not have with him. Her eyes watered and she tried to move her arms out of his grasp to embrace him, but he kept her wrists pinned to the table as he ground at a desperate pace.

She heard him let out a carnal sort of roar as he released his seed into her. His body froze up as he struggled to make the last of his thrusts, and he bit his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck, hard. Zelda winced at all the pain – his teeth on her skin, his binding grip on her wrists, the pure length of his cock, the broad weight of him on her body, and the heat of his flesh against hers. It was all like suffocating in a desert, with the way he overwhelmed her. She nearly passed out from it.

“Zelda... Zelda, I didn’t kill you did I?” Ganondorf’s words were muffled as she became aware again. Then he was hugging her little worn out body to his in a sitting position on the table. Zelda met his eyes and smiled as her body began to cool off. “I have to be more gentle. Are you okay?”

“I am,” she said, pressing her face into his bare chest. “Our sizes are quite different, and I think you strained my body a little bit this time.”

Ganondorf stared down at the matted hair on her head, feeling shitty. Putting her through pain would be a constant guilt trip for him, and he cursed himself.

“Please don’t feel bad,” she said, looking at his face. She rubbed her hands up and down his wide back. “It is not much trouble for me, and it doesn’t hurt every time we have sex.”

“I hope not,” he said, frowning, and he ran his hand through her hair.

Zelda pulled away to stretch her limbs and then reached her arms back to embrace Ganondorf’s body. “I’m so happy being in your arms. I want to stay like this.” Ganondorf lifted her body in his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ganondorf rounded the table and undid the far length of her chain from the chair so he could take her to his bedchamber.