Spirit of the Sand

TITLE: Spirit of the Sand
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: Just a quick 'n' dirty little one-shot. Nothing special.


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Zelda looked at the large stone statue as she walked towards it, her dress trailing across the red stone. She wasn't very knowledgeable about Gerudo culture, but she suspected the woman figure represented the Goddess of the Sand or the Spirit of the Gerudo. Then again it might as well have been a statue of some Gerudo fertility goddess or some ordinary Gerudo who had performed some legendary feat in the distant past. Maybe it had been a sage, a long time ago.

Well, whatever it was, it was something to look at in an otherwise empty temple. She wasn't quite sure what the whole point of spending the night here was, but Nabooru had told her it was an important Gerudo ritual all non-Gerudo women had to go through in order to be fully accepted into the desert society. Zelda had expected some kind of test, but apparently the only thing being tested was her attention span.

Zelda turned around sharply when she thought she heard something behind her.

"Someone there?"

"What would you say if I answered 'no'?"

"I'd ask you to stop fooling around," Zelda replied.

There was a laugh. "You're not scared, Princess of the Hylians."

"I see no reason to be scared."

Again there was a laugh from the shadows. "You are very brave, Princess of the Hylians. But then again, I suppose that should have been expected from one who bore the Triforce of Wisdom."

Zelda's eyes narrowed. "How do you know about that?"

"I know a lot of things, Princess of the Hylians."

"But I never recieved the Triforce," Zelda said.

"Not in this version of time, no."

"You don't sound like one of the sages and I know you're not one of the Triforce bearers," said Zelda. "Did Nabooru tell you all of this?"

"In a sense."

A woman emerged from the shadows. She was strangely unremarkable. She was obviously a Gerudo - she had the red hair and the dark skin and the white lips, but somehow she had absolutely no distinguishing features whatsoever. She was just a Gerudo.

Zelda found this deeply suspicious.

"Who are you?"

"A Gerudo, Princess of the Hylians."

"That I can see," said Zelda. "But I doubt you're an ordinary Gerudo."

"Oh? Do I look that extraordinary?" the Gerudo asked, smiling.

"No," said Zelda. "That's why I said it."

The Gerudo laughed. "You are quite right, Princess of the Hylians. You might say I'm not a real person and there again, you might say I'm the only real person. This temple is dedicated to me, the Spirit of Gerudo and the Mother of all her Daughters."

"You're a Goddess?"

"No. I'm both more and less than that, Princess of the Hylians."

The Gerudo walked towards Zelda and began circling her. Zelda tried following her with her eyes.

"But enough about me. Why are you here, Princess of the Hylians?"

"To be accepted into the Gerudo tribe," Zelda answered.

"Ah yes. You recently married my Nabooru, didn't you? Why?"

"Politics."

The Gerudo laughed briefly. "How very honest of you, Princess of the Hylians."

"Relations between the Gerudo and the Hylians have never been all that friendly. It's hoped that this marriage will help ease the strain."

"But what if I told you I want relations to be strained? What if I told you I want my daughters to overrun your precious Hylia?"

"I don't think you want that," said Zelda. "The Gerudo are tied to their desert. Hylia has nothing you want."

"You have men."

"You seem to manage fine without them," Zelda said.

Again the Gerudo laughed. "That's very true, Princess of the Hylians. Very well then."

The Gerudo stopped circling Zelda and stood in front of her, her head tilting slightly to one side, smiling.

"Hylian women often seek to join my daughters, for a variety of reasons. Some are running away, some are in love, some simply agree with our principles. I never test them very much unless they so desire. But you want me to bless your marriage to Nabooru, which would make you ruler over my daughters. And only Gerudo can rule over Gerudo."

"Then bless me and be done with it," Zelda said. "It doesn't seem that difficult."

"More difficult than you think, Princess of the Hylians. I can't just say that I accept you, not in your case. Something more is required."

"Then tell me what it is and I'll do it."

"If you insist."

The Gerudo raised her hand and Zelda could feel wind beginning to blow. It streamed all around her, taking her away her clothes as if they were nothing but coloured smoke. Soon she was naked and the wind died down again.

"You are very pale, Princess of the Hylians, but beautiful."

Zelda balled her hands and resisted a blush. She wasn't about to show embarrassment in front of this woman. "Thank you."

The Gerudo raised her hand again and this time a large stone began to rise from the floor in front of the statue. It was large and square and it shuddered to a halt once it was raised until about waist height.

"An altar?" Zelda guessed.

"More or less," said the Gerudo.

She walked to the large stone and sat down on top of it, facing Zelda. Then the same wind that had blown away Zelda's clothes appeared to affect the Gerudo as well, revealing her dark body. Zelda found her gaze travelling down the woman's body until it rested on the glistening pussy between her legs and the hard cock standing proudly above it.

"I see my statement about your kind managing fine without men was more correct than I thought."

The Gerudo laughed. "I am impressed, Princess of the Hylians. Most women react with shock or horror. Yet you remain calm."

Zelda decided not to respond to that. Instead she silently walked towards the altar and knelt between the woman's spread legs. She looked up at the Gerudo's face and saw no objections there. Placing her hands on the woman's legs, she leaned forward and licked the Gerudo's slit. A sudden hiss of sharply drawn breath encouraged Zelda to kiss the woman's wetness, her lips pressing against the Gerudo's folds, her juices flowing onto her tongue. Zelda wasn't quite sure what to do, but the Gerudo's soft moans told her that, at the very least, she wasn't doing anything wrong. Zelda lapped the woman's pussy, her tongue sometimes straying to the base of the woman's cock, earning a lustful groan whenever she did so. She drank from her and as she did so it almost felt as if the Gerudo's wetness filled her body with a warm glow. The feeling was so strong that she was almost surprised that her pale skin wasn't becoming luminous.

The Gerudo grabbed Zelda's blonde hair and pushed her face closer towards her. Zelda found her lips firmly pressed against the woman's pussy and she let her tongue slide inside of her. One long moan came from the Gerudo's pale lips as Zelda tongued her with growing passion. Perhaps it was because the object of her tongue's affections was something not quite human and not quite divine that caused her own arousal to grow and her pussy to become wet.

The Gerudo hissed and moaned with every little movement of Zelda's tongue and Zelda could feel the dark body moving to her rhythm. She put her hands on the Gerudo's ass in an effort to pull her even closer and let her tongue go even deeper inside of her.

Zelda suddenly felt herself being pulled away from the Gerudo. She looked up and stared into the Gerudo lust-darkened eyes.

"You are good, Princess of the Hylians," the Gerudo panted. "But this is not all about me."

The Gerudo let go off Zelda and got off the altar.

"Lie down."

Zelda obediently lay down on the stone. It was warmer than she expected, but she didn't know if it was because of the rock itself or because of the arousal filling her body. The Gerudo placed herself between Zelda's legs, pressing her cock against the princess's pussy. She smiled at the pale youth and raised an eyebrow. Zelda merely nodded.

And groaned, her back arching, as the Gerudo's cock slid into her. Zelda was so wet the only thing she could feel as the Gerudo pressed into her was pleasure. The Gerudo was precious little time exploring the limits of Zelda's pussy and fucked her quickly, her cock often disappearing completely into her before briefly being drawn out, slick and shiny with Zelda's fluids. The Gerudo leaned over Zelda, grabbing her arms and pinning them to the stone as she fucked her. Zelda's eyes had closed the moment the Gerudo was inside of her and her mouth had opened, her chest heaving, her body shuddering with the Gerudo's every thrust. Perhaps there were words trying to escape her lips, but they were drowned in the moans coming from her throat and the lust overpowering her mind.

Zelda felt the Gerudo releasing her grip on her wrists and then felt some of the heat filling her body travelling downwards towards her mons. Zelda struggled to open her eyes and saw the Gerudo make faint patterns in the air just above her body without so much as slowing down her fucking of the princess's body. A shaft of light appeared between the Gerudo's fingers and attached itself to Zelda's body. Zelda threw her head back and moaned when the light transformed to a pale, rigid cock and her body became filled with sensations of the Gerudo fucking her and jerking her off at the same time.

The strange new pleasure coming from her cock mingled and danced with the fiery arousal of her pussy and surged through her writhing, shivering body. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses, lust screaming from every nerve ending when she came, her pussy gushing, she shuddering cock ejaculating. Orgasm tore through her, screams filling her ears without realising they were her own.

When the orgasm left her, Zelda found herself falling into darkness.

And she heard a voice whispering to her from a long way away.

... Fine...

... I will bless your marriage to my Nabooru...

... Daughter of the Gerudo...