The Gerudo Prince

*These characters do not belong to me. I do not make any money writing this story.*

The Gerudo Prince
Chapter VIII

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As they quietly left the fortress, the Gerudo women saw him off, watching from their posts and from the windows as he left them behind, with heavy hearts. And when Link waved goodbye to them, trying to smile but finding it rather difficult he couldn’t help but wonder if Ganondorf was watching him go as well, out the window from the solitude of his chambers.

Link felt distressed and conflicted as he looked on the fortress that had been his home. He had always imagined the outside world to be so much more beautiful and interesting, but in the end all he ever enjoyed was the comfort of the fortress. And now it was being denied to him and he had never felt more anguished.

They went over the bridge, Nabooru and Link, the same he had crossed several times when he wished to meet with Malon. A large white carriage stood in wait while the white steeds that pulled it neighed impatiently. Suddenly Link thought of Epona, but remembered Hasina’s promise that she would be delivered to the castle in a week

As they came closer the King of Hyrule emerged from his carriage, and Link stared for he had never seen such man before. Such milky skin and long white hairs and a full beard, and quite fat. Link had never seen anyone so large. And he wore long lovely cloaks of white and purple and gold, and a crown of gold and jewels sat snugly upon his head. Link couldn’t help but stare; the clothes he wore, the size of the jewels in that crown! He had never seen such things before.

When the King emerged, however, he held an expression that left something to be desired, and looked at Link as though there had been some horrible mistake. “This is him?” he said to Nabooru.

“Yes my King, our Prince Link, as per our arrangement.” Nabooru answered cooly.

The King examined him, looking at his hair and face mostly, with a rather puzzled look on his face, making Link slightly uncomfortable. “His skin is so...pale.”

Link and Nabooru looked at each other for a moment, thinking that this would be trouble for them. But Nabooru met Link’s worried eye with a calm demeanor, as though to tell him that nothing would go wrong.

And truth be told, she had been correct. After only a moment the King shrugged like it was nothing. “Well you will certainly make my daughter happy. We best be on our way, don’t want to cross the field when the Poes come out. Come along then Link.”

The King didn’t say anything to Nabooru, didn’t even offer her thanks or a goodbye, and Link was rather offended. But Nabooru placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a very warm smile. Link stood and stared at her, conflicted. For everything in the world he did not want to go, not to a strange castle to be the husband of a woman he’d never heard of before. Secretly he pleaded with Nabooru to rethink her decision, but when she hugged him tightly, he knew there was no hope.

“Be strong.” she said in his ear, and kissed his cheek, but he could only frown for her. “And smile. You have a wife to keep happy now.”

Link couldn’t smile, he wouldn’t. But he couldn’t say anything to hurt Nabooru, not at this point. He couldn’t leave and be angry with her. He sighed and tried to smile, and she patted his head like she used to do when he was just a little boy who loved to show off his archery skills.

“You visit us when you can.” Nabooru said with a smile. “I’ll see you at the wedding.”

Link’s eyes widened, and he was about to ask what she meant by that, when the King stuck his head from the carriage and began to shout at them that it would be dark soon and they wanted to get a move on. So Nabooru turned back to the way of the fortress, blowing Link a kiss as she crossed the bridge.

“I love you, my boy!” she called to him.

Link miserably sauntered over to the white carriage and stepped inside when the footman opened the door for him. The King sat back and winnowed himself with a large feathered fan, and with his fine fur cloak he looked like an enormous cloud trapped inside the carriage. As soon as the horses began to trot, Link stuck his head out the window and waved to Nabooru for as long as he could see her. But when the carriage moved into the Hyrule field, Link sat back rather miserably.

“You’re Hyrulian.” the King said suddenly, snapping Link’s attention to him. “You must be.”

Link swallowed and tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t result in the King being angry. “As long as I can remember I’ve been in the fortress...sire.”

“Hmm...” The King made a satisfied noise in his throat, and closed his eyes as though he was very pleased. “This will make Zelda very happy. It makes me happy as well, knowing my kingdom is in the hands of a Hyrulian after I die.”

Link frowned. What was the problem with him being a Gerudo?

The King must have understood that Link was taken aback by his comment, so he quickly explained. “In Hyrule Castle Town, you will find that the Gerudo are best known as thieves. And they are. It is why they stay to their fortress.”

Link’s hands curled into fists and he scowled just as hard as he possibly could. For as long as he had been at the fortress, he had never known a single Gerudo woman to steal anything. They were ladies of skill and prestige, not of pickpocketing.

“But you are most certainly not Gerudo, you are obviously Hyrulian.” the King said, looking Link over once again now that they were within close range of each other. “Yes, you will make Zelda very happy. Very happy indeed.”

Link slunk back into the cushioned seat and crossed his arms, and stared out the window at the field as they crossed it. The sun was low in the sky but he could see the castle silhouetted in the distance. He would be there soon enough, a trapped boy in an unknown palace, with some woman just waiting to marry him. He couldn’t bear the thought of it.

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They drew up to the castle by a path, and as they went guards that stood on watch saluted and then bowed humbly. Link stared at them, for he had never seen so many guards with so many plates of armor. The women in the fortress had only their skins to protect them, that was all they needed. Certainly not a whole suit of armor.

The castle was larger then he had first assumed, and it was very magnificent indeed. Link had imagined that the castle would be more like the fortress, rather plain but full of large rooms and good smells and interesting people. But everything about the castle was imperial. There was a moat, where Link presumed he would be able to swim, maybe when he felt like being left alone. And the carriage carried them over the drawbridge and into the first courtyard of the castle.

When the carriage stopped Link didn’t even wait for the footman. He pushed open the door and took in his surroundings. His feet touched grass for the first time in what seemed to be months, and there were flowers surrounding him. And he had to arch his neck to look to see the top of the highest tower of the castle. It was white stone and glimmering in the sun, and there were guards stationed at every post.

Link smiled; he simply couldn’t help it. He never knew such a place existed.

The King took his time stepping out of the carriage, stopping for a rest as he stood on ground, and watched as Link admired the castle. When Link looked to him, he was again taken aback by how large the man was; he had never seen a man so fat before. It almost made him want to laugh.

Waving a hand at him after only a moment, the King started to shout at him. “Come along Link, you’ll have your entire life to discover my castle. The princess awaits.”

So Link obediently went to the King’s side and very slowly they made their way to the front doors of the castle. The guards saluted and bowed as they passed, just like the ones on the road, and there when they reached the doors, two guards pulled them open and waited for the King and Link to go inside.

Link gasped in awe as he entered the great hall of the castle. The floor was tiled in a white and gold pattern, stunningly beautiful, and it was greatly domed and pearly white. Golden chandeliers hung in every corner of the domed ceiling. Link took in the smell of the place; like flowers, it smelled like. And distantly he could hear a faint tune, as though someone were playing a flute.

The boy wanted to run into the great hall, laugh and talk to the room and listen to his echo. He wanted to wave to his reflection in the floor, and climb up to the chandeliers and see if they were indeed real gold. But he waited patiently for the King to follow, for as the old man had said, he did indeed have his whole life to discover the secrets of the palace.

Then of course the realization flooded over him. This place was now his home.

A great surge of excitement flowed through him and he wanted to cheer. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so giddy, so wanting to look at absolutely everything and anything he might see. He hadn’t remembered the last time he had been so excited to explore a new piece of the world.

But this excitement was quickly put to a halt when he heard a voice echoing through the hall.

“Father?”

Link looked over his shoulder, and noticed another set of doors in the farthest wall of the grand hall, presumably that led to the rest of the castle. They were open, and there standing in the doorway was a woman.

The King called to her happily and stopped to catch his breath, and told her to come and meet her new husband.

Link stared at her while she approached. He had never seen a woman with so many clothes on! How on earth did she walk in that? Or live in that? She would have died a long time ago of heat stroke wearing that many clothes on in the fortress!

Nevertheless she was lovely. She had a lovely elf-like face, with big blue eyes and blonde hair done in braids that sat against her cheeks. She wore a long pink and white gown, and long white gloves that went up past her elbow. He thanked that he was taller than her, because she was at least five years older than him. Link stared in awe of the woman who would soon be his wife.

The Princess Zelda, however, stopped within a few yards of Link and frowned, looking him up and down quickly. The King came up beside Link and rose his arms as if to hug the air. “Zelda, may I present your future husband Prince Link of the Gerudo.”

Princess Zelda frowned and stuck a gloved fist on her hip. “Father he’s not a Gerudo, and he’s young enough to be my little brother.”

Now it was Link’s turn to frown, for he did not care for being talked to as though he wasn’t standing right there. He watched her take him in with her eyes, smiling a little more and more as she did so. Already he decided that he didn’t like her.

Finally Zelda looked into his eyes and smiled. “He is handsome though.”

Link sucked in a breath through his nose, and trying to remember his manners, he bowed low. “I’m pleased to meet you, Princess Zelda.”

Then came the sound of a little snort. “You sure don’t seem like it.”

Link looked up at her, and the King began to scold her for being rude, in which case she gave him a small apologetic smile and said in return that she was very pleased to meet him as well. This minor courtesy was short-lived when the princess next spoke.

“What on earth are you wearing?” Zelda said, tsking as she looked him up and down once again. Link thought he looked fine; he wore a typical tunic of the Gerudo, white in colour with the sleeves torn away and wrapped loosely about his narrow waist.

But Zelda only scowled. “You look like a thief. We’ll have to dress you in something else before dinner.”

“What a fine idea, my dear.” The King said with a big smile, and he turned to Link. “I will have Impa take you to your chambers, so that you may rest and wash, and you’ll find good clothes available to you there. I’m sure they will fit you. And we shall be delighted to see how you’ve adapted when we dine in a few hours.”

Link smiled, even though he was biting his cheek the entire time.

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Later, he was taken up through the castle by Princess Zelda’s attendant, a very tall and very large woman named Impa, who frightened Link. He had never known a woman to be so intimidating. She said very little to him as they walked through the hallways, only introduced herself and told him to be wary of leaving the castle at night, for even if it was allowed at the fortress, it would not be suitable here, and his future father-in-law would not be pleased to hear of some roguish behavior.

Then she took him to a very large room in one of the towers. Link’s eyes widened at the sight of it. It was only one of the guest rooms, but it was larger than the main hall in the fortress. It consisted of giant windows and fine drapes, and a huge four-poster bed and a roaring fireplace, and a seating area and a wardrobe full of clothes.

Impa left him alone, after telling him where to find his clothes and water, and when she closed the door, Link rushed to the window and looked out. He could see down into the front courtyard, and even into the Castle Town that they had passed through. The sun was setting and it was nearly dark but everything looked golden and beautiful.

For the first time in awhile he smiled a little. What it would be like to go down into Castle Town and see the townspeople. Perhaps he could go to that immense cathedral and listen to the hymns. And perhaps, if it weren’t completely forbidden, he could go about the shops and ask for the potions and the masks and anything else these people might have for him to take a look at.

He moved away from the window and went to the bed. It was large and beautiful, nearly as beautiful as Ganondorf’s bed in the fortress. Link lay down to test its softness and nearly fell right asleep. He hadn’t realized he’d been so tired, and the softness of the bed was so very inviting.

Closing his eyes, he began to think about everything. The castle was glamorous and unlike anything he had ever seen, but he was still unsure as to whether or not he would ever adapt to it being his home. He was so used to the fortress, to the smells and the sounds and the dry air, that he wondered if he would ever get used to all this poshness.

And Zelda...well he already knew he didn’t like Zelda. But he had known in his gut all along that he wouldn’t like her. She was spoiled and arrogant, a princess maybe, but not someone Link would ever have dreamed of marrying. He sighed and rolled over onto his side and tried to put the thought of marrying her out of his mind. The wedding wouldn’t be for a few days, and Nabooru was coming. That was something to look forward to, at least.

The day’s events weighed heavy on his mind, as did the sorrow. He closed his eyes and sleep took over him.

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He dreamt of Ganondorf. Ganondorf on his horse riding against the night sky, his dark armor lit up by the moon. And then in a flash, Ganondorf looming over him, naked and mouth-watering, and Link could feel Ganondorf’s cock inside him and moaned wantonly like an animal as Ganondorf chuckled. The boy writhed underneath the Gerudo King and moaned loudly for anyone who cared to hear.

When Link woke up he had a terrible hard-on, and looking to the windows he saw that the sky was dark, meaning he would need to dress for dinner soon. He swallowed and wondered whether or not he should wait until his erection passed, or masturbate to keep it down.

He got up off his bed and went to the wardrobe, opening the door that faced the door to the hallway. He bit down on his lip and decided he would masturbate, and soon anyone come in and spot him, he could shoo them away from behind the wardrobe door and claim he was changing.

Unbuckling his trousers and forcing them down to gather at his knees, Link fisted himself and anxiously began to pump. He closed his eyes and tried to think of his dream, of Gandondorf and Ganondorf’s body, of the way the Dark King moved within him and made him feel. He imagined Ganondorf opening his mouth and going down on his erection, looking up into the boy’s eyes all the while, and the thought was almost too much for Link. He moaned and pumped harder and harder until he released and caught his seed in his hand.

He stood against the wardrobe for a few minutes, and panicked when a knock was heard at the door. It was only Impa telling him to prepare for dinner, so Link quickly washed up, threw on a lovely blue tunic from the wardrobe, and rushed out to meet Impa to go to dinner.

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The dining hall had been spectacular. Pity Link couldn’t say the same for the dinner company he had. The King talked on and on about his great legacy within the castle, how his father ruled and how his father’s father ruled way back when, in the first days of Hyrule’s creation. Link tried to be polite but he found the conversation so dull that he began to think of how humorous it would be to fall asleep with his face in his soup.

Zelda was not such great company either. She was quiet and sulky while her father talked, and eyed Link every moment she had, and then eventually came to tell her father about how that blasted milk delivery man had fallen asleep at the side of the courtyard wall earlier that day, and that his snoring interrupted her harp lessons.

Link became more and more disheartened as dinner wore on. He ate slowly, but it didn’t matter how quickly he finished his meal because another one came straight after he was finished the last. He couldn’t understand how these people ate so much during one mealtime. Back in the fortress for dinner you would have meat stew and perhaps a piece of bread with some wine. But here he had a bowl of soup, salad, a large meat platter with potatoes and then a dessert. And it was served with wine, water and milk. It was so rich that Link didn’t understand how they could stand to eat it all.

Also Link didn’t understand the cutlery he was given. There were at least fourteen different pieces of cutlery for him to eat with! But he had no idea what to use at what time. And several times he caught Zelda eyeing him with a frown whenever he went to reach for the wrong fork.

By the time dinner was over, the King wanted to sit in one of the rooms and have a cigar, but Zelda complained that she was exhausted and Link took the opportunity to claim that he was too. Secretly he was just about ready to jump out a window, he could take the sight of these people no longer.

The King excused them both, saying that it had indeed been a busy day, and Impa showed up to take Link back to his room, which he was damn thankful for. Once inside, and he could hear Impa’s boots go stomping down the hall, Link burst into tears.

He couldn’t live in this place! Not with these people, not with that woman for a wife! He would go absolutely mad! They were so uninteresting, so full of nothing, and Link would have been surprised if they harbored any real skills, like the women in the fortress. He leaned against the door and sunk to the floor, sobbing into his sleeves and wishing that Nabooru were here to cheer him up and make him feel better.

When he was done crying, he was utterly exhausted. He went to the wardrobe and stripped off his tunic and left it on the floor. He didn’t care now whether the room was tidy or not. A grand fire was in the fireplace when Link pulled back the covers on the bed and slipped between them. He huddled himself up until he was warm but the tears continued to flow. He stared out the large windows at the night sky and the stars, and thought about the fortress. How he missed it already, and everyone inside it.

And before he knew it, his eyes were heavy and he was dozing. But only an hour had passed when he heard the door to the bedroom open and then close quietly.

Link sat up to see who was intruding. The fire was still lit in the fireplace, he would be able to see whoever it was.

Who he saw was indeed a surprise. “Princess Zelda?”

Zelda stared at him from the door. She was dressed in a long lovely white nightgown that, when in certain light, was translucent. Her hair was done behind her in a long braid, and the firelight bounced off her and made her look very pretty, but Link was far too confused to see that.

She came towards the bed, and Link who was wearing almost nothing, pulled the covers around him tightly. “Zelda, what are you-“

Before he could finish he noticed that she was climbing up on the bed, and he was very distraught. She crawled towards him on all fours and gave him a very wide smile. “I’ve waited a long time for my father to find me someone to marry. I shouldn’t have to wait until my wedding night.”

Zelda pulled away the covers that hid him from plain sight, and Link moved back almost against the headboard. He was only wearing a loincloth and her eyes were fixed on it steadily. He swallowed tightly, wondering if he should protest.

“But...isn’t it forbidden?” Link asked desperately.

Zelda smiled widely at him and stood up on her knees. “Sure it is.”

She reached out to touch his thigh with a small white hand and Link couldn’t help it, he made a small sound in his throat. Zelda grinned at his reaction, and elegantly swept her hand over his groin and touched him gingerly, making Link moan through his lips. Zelda came towards him a little more, putting herself between his legs.

“It is forbidden...but I want you. And I always get what I want.”

Then she moved forward and placed her lips upon his and kissed him sweetly. Link was so surprised that he didn’t know what to do really. He thought about kissing back but the thought of kissing her was rather repugnant. He raised his hands to push her away but then her hand stroked him again and he could feel his blood begin to travel.

As Zelda kissed him, she took hold of one of his hands and guided it down beneath her nightgown. He reeled in shock as she made his fingers touch her, and she giggled in her throat.

“Link, if only my father knew what you were doing...”

He wanted to scream at her angrily but she kissed him again and her tongue slid into his mouth. Link couldn’t help it, he closed his eyes and could feel himself relaxing. He loved how she felt against his fingers, and he rather liked the tongue in his mouth. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, that he had forgotten the smells and how good they felt.

Then, Zelda stopped the kissed and pulled him down away from the headboard so that his head was back on the pillow. She climbed over him and lifted her nightgown. To his surprise Link was nearly fully erect, so she released him from the loincloth and very sensually rubbed him against her panty-clad clit.

“Oh god...” she moaned and her eyes drifted closed, and she pulled down her panties until they rested at her knees, and without wasting a single moment, she sat down upon Link’s erection.

Link’s eyes popped open as he let out a soundless scream as the hotness enveloped him. Zelda let back her head and gave out a throaty moan. She hissed, biting down on her lip. And she didn’t waste any time after that. She began to bounce up and down on his erection.

Link felt delirious, like any minute he was going to pass out from the pleasure. Zelda was so hot and she gripped him tightly, and he watched the muscles of her legs and her hips as she impaled herself on him over and over again, moaning louder and louder as she did it. He began to lift his hips up into her, suddenly very eager for his orgasm. He could see the tantalizing view of Zelda’s firm small breasts through the nightgown and he longed to squeeze them and get his mouth around them.

He squeezed his eyes shut and laid back, enjoying himself completely. He listened to her squeak and moan and only enjoyed the feel of her around his hot hard erection. Gods, he had completely forgotten how good a woman felt, just how tantalizing and hot and so very sweet.

And then he realized, quite unexpectedly, that the last woman he had had sex with was Malon, back at Lon Lon Ranch in the milking tower. Oh Malon would never have done this, sat herself upon him so. It was far too daring, a little too dominating, not within Malon’s personality.

However he couldn’t help but begin to think of her. He thought of her long straight red hair and her creamy skin that tasted absolutely delicious...he began to imagine what it would be like if it were Malon upon him now that he was making love to, and not Zelda. He let go a throaty moan as he pictured a naked Malon bounding up and down on his erection, grabbing at her breasts and burying her hands in her hair.

Zelda paused for a moment and eased herself down so that her breasts touched his chest and she could kiss his lips freely. She moved herself easily on him, despite the awkward position, and he could moan only to have his mouth full of her tongue as he did so.

She grunted along and closed her eyes. “When we are married, beautiful boy...all our nights will be like this.”

Link bit down hard on his lip as his orgasm washed over him. He stiffened and let out a choked cry as it electrified him and he released hard into the princess. She giggled as his orgasm continued for a solid five seconds and then Link fell down with exhaustion. Zelda eased herself up back into a sitting position, giggling like a wicked little girl and shook out her long blonde hair. With a teasing little smile she looked down at the Gerudo Prince, glimmering with sweat, as he fought to catch his breath.

After a moment Zelda got off Link and shuffled to the edge of the bed and straightened the wrinkles in her dress. Link lay there like a motionless slug, sweating and gleaming in the firelight. After only a moment he heard footsteps across the carpet and then the door as it opened and closed. When Link looked, Zelda was gone.

He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, as he was becoming drowsy.

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Next chapter: Link explores the castle a little more...and an argument erupts.
A/N: To those die-hard Zelda fans, I do apologize, but I just had to make her a little skanky.