Princess in Chains

      Author’s Note 2:

      Update! New chapter as of 22/08/08!

      So, after a year and three months, chapter two of Princess in Chains is finally unleashed. I hope it lives up to anyone who read this original chapter's expectations, and that it allows newcomers to experience my most popular (and probably the best) fic on AFF. Enjoy!

      Author’s Note:

      After seeing the extreme lack of any Ganon x Zelda on AFF, I decided to write this. The story takes place long after the events of Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. I do plan to continue it in a sequel, but we’ll have to see when that emerges. I also have two other Legend of Zelda adult fics in the works, so perhaps they will arrive sometime soon as well.

      As for now, read, enjoy and leave me feedback. Thanks!

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      Chapter One: The Princess in Chains

      Princess Zelda’s mind was vague and swimming on the edge of consciousness. She opened eyes slowly opened, hoping to shake herself from this sleep-like state.
      Everything appeared to be a dark blue blur.
      She tried to shift her body, her arms and legs responded, but they found themselves unable to move very far, a metallic rattling her only audio feedback. She turned her head to one side, realising she was lying on her back on a firm surface. Six bright orange orbs met her watery vision, position a distance away and above her position. She squinted, the light from these orbs helping her focus her vision. After a few moments, she determined these flickering objects to be candelabras, evenly spaced out in two rows, beyond which appeared a dark doorway.
      She turned her head, looking to her left to be faced with a grey stone wall. It was so close to her face that her apparent restraints allowed her enough slack to lay her gloved hand against the cold surface.
      The sound of clinking metal reminded her of her situation, and she tilted her head back as far as she could to see metal manacles around her both her wrists, each of which were chained two sturdy looking stone bollards about two feet behind her position. She looked down her body, noting that she was still in her full royal regalia, seeing that her ankles were tethered in an identical fashion to her wrists at the other end of this raised surface.
      She looked above her, her vision almost entirely restored now, to see a tall shaft in the stone ceiling. It was covered by a thick metal grating, through which she could see the deep blue night sky and the twinkling of stars. She realised that this shaft to the outside was letting in some light, as her position seemed to be illuminated somewhat better than the rest of the dingy room.
      Despite her thorough observations, she could find nothing that could give her a clear indication where she was. The last thing she could remember was that she was riding her white steed through Hyrule Field, with a small contingent of royal guards of course. She seemed to remember being surprised, her and her escorts suddenly becoming aware of a number of cloaked figures encroaching on their position from all around them. She remembered hearing the swift sound of something flying through the air, like an arrow or another projectile. Her horse must have been hit or been startled, as the last thing she remembered was being ejected from the saddle, hitting the ground and falling into a deep blackness.
      Whatever happened, it didn’t matter. Right now, she was stuck in-goddess-knows where, apparently having been captured. She could do nothing but wait, for someone to show up, praying that everything would somehow turn out alright.

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      Ganondorf, king of the Gerudos and one-time king of Hyrule, strolled imposingly down the hall, feeling vehemently proud of himself.
      Not only had he triumphantly returned to Hyrule, powers intact, but it appeared that everything was going according to plan. For over what appeared to have been at least an entire generation, he had bided his time trapped in the Sacred Realm. He spent years and years there, in that gold-bathed other-worldly land of boredom. The only thing that sustained him over the decades was his hate, his lust for revenge on Link and Zelda, the two impetuous youths whose fault it was that he had been incarcerated.
      He had had everything he had desired; the entire kingdom of Hyrule under his control. Although his attempt to gain the entire Triforce after cleverly gaining access to the Sacred Realm had failed, the powers bestowed on him by the Triforce of Power was more than enough to rally a motley army made up of Gerudo and any rogues he could find, who marched on Hyrule from their desert stronghold, quickly taking the kingdom for himself. However, the one thing that he could not control turned out to be his undoing; Princess Zelda had been successful in evading his minions during his seven year reign. When she did finally appear she teamed up with that kid Link and sealed him away in the cursed sacred realm. His parting words to Link and Zelda were that of revenge - and for every hour of every day of every year that he was held in that accursed dimensional prison - that remained in his mind. In that time he dreamt up hundreds, if not thousands of ways to take his vengeance, planning for the day he finally escaped. Not only did he want the kingdom – HIS kingdom back, but he also wanted to take special measures against Link and Zelda, or their descendants, depending on how long he remained sealed away. He planned destruction, torture and other evil thoughts against the families of the two, but he had something more in mind with the Princess…
      Ganon had suspected that this girl had been cunning, having been able to evade capture for some many years. Back then he entertained thoughts of taking advantage of her sexually should he finally capture her. Having finally seen her fully matured the day he was sealed away, Ganon knew that he would have taken much pleasure in that. These vengeful and lustful thoughts for the sweet princess remained strong in his mind during his imprisonment.
      So powerful were all these dark mental images of revenge, that he wished that his people, the Gerudo, would somehow hear them across the void between dimensions. He pictured in his mind the Triforce of Power, using whatever power that remained, channelling these dark desires back to Hyrule, in the desire that they would be heard.
      In his Sacred Realm prison, he had witnessed a gradual breaking down of the seal that had kept him from travelling back from the Sacred Realm. He was not sure why this happened - perhaps it was a simple matter of the degradation of the original spell – but he was glad it did.
      A mere few hours ago, he had finally stepped back onto Hyrulian soil, ending his long incarnation.
      However, when he inquired to his fellow Gerudo about the events the transpired after his disappearance, Ganon found out his reign as the King of Hyrule had apparently never happened. He surmised that Zelda and Link must have used the Ocarina of Time to go back to the point before he attacked Hyrule Castle, and because his body and spirit was sealed in the physics-defying Sacred Realm, his violent overthrowing of the royal family had never happened.
      That his finest moment had been erased from history angered him greatly, but he was soon mollified by other news that pleased him greatly. It seemed that through all his wishing from the deepest and darkest places in his heart while he was imprisoned, his thoughts had been heard by his people. An oracle amongst his kind appeared to have been born sensitive to dimensional activities, and had been receiving many of his thoughts. Taking heed of this oracle, his people had soon began to act, taking numerous actions while keenly awaiting his return. Not only did they seem to be aware when he was going to reappear, but also exactly what he wished to do the moment he got back. A few days before his arrival back at his royal desert palace, his people had received a tip-off that Princess Zelda was making one of her rare trips outside the castle grounds. An elite group Gerudo were dispatched and had successfully captured her, as she was now being held in the dungeon of the palace.
      Not only have I returned, but my most elusive prize has been handed to me on a platter, he thought in triumph, unable to stop a wry smile spreading across his lips.
      Escorted by two of his most senior guards in battle regalia, they descended the stone steps that led to the palace dungeon.


      Ganon strolled imposingly into the room. He paused, observing the lines of four Gerudo women lining either side of the red carpet trail in a ceremonial fashion. Following this elaborate procession with his eyes, he observed his conquest, his gift from his loyal people, at the other end of this small room, secured to the surface of the large altar. He could already feel a stirring in his loins at seeing her chained-up and defenceless, just as he had always fantasised during his imprisonment, waiting for him to have his wicked way with her.
      He began to follow the red-carpet, leaving his two escorts standing guard inside the doorway. He approached boldly, making sure this unfamiliar Zelda’s first impression of him would be one of awe.
      Standing at the altar in the dim-light from the ceiling above, he observed intently his reward for having been locked away for all those long dull years.
      Her white skin, her long blonde hair, the shapes that made up her face, the distinctive pointed Hylian ears; this was indeed a direct descendant of Zelda. She wore a similar outfit to her predecessor’s royal regalia, a finely-hewn flowing dress that appeared pink in a certain light, the gold adornments such as the belt and shoulder accessories. She wore a golden tiara with the encrusted red jewel which appeared to the exact same one the previous Zelda had worn.
      Ganon delighted in the fact that all these urbane aspects were made obsolete due to the fact her arms were outstretched and chained above her head in a most undignified fashion.
      The princess made eye contact with him, her fearful blue eyes looking up from her shackled position.
      ‘Who are you?’ She said weakly.
      ‘Who I am?’ Ganon returned, half-surprised that she could ask such a question, but quickly remembering that all his accomplishments had been prevented from ever happening by the so-called ‘Hero of Time’.
      ‘I suppose you wouldn’t know…’ he spoke solemnly, looking away from her in a pseudo-sorrowful fashion. ‘… but I once ruled all of Hyrule.’
The princess did not reply at first, obviously confused at Ganon’s words.
      ‘The Royal Family rule Hyrule.’ She answered bluntly, with some conviction. ‘They always have.’
      ‘At one point in history, they did not.’ He said, snapping back around to face her. ‘For seven years I had the throne of Hyrule… but one of your descendants used an infernal instrument to erase that future.’
      Suddenly, the princess’ eyes widened and her jaw ran slack.
      ‘You’re… you’re…. Ganondorf!’ she stuttered in astonishment.
      ‘So you have heard of me…’ he replied, lowering himself nearer her face.
      ‘It was written by one of my ancestors in an old text that Ganondorf, a king of great evil, was prevented from seizing power by a great hero wielding a magical instrument and a sword of great power.’
      ‘Yes, and that ancestor of yours helped seal me away in a empty realm for decades!’ He said through clenched teeth, raising fist in anger as if to curse the previous Zelda.
      The princess’s mouth remained ajar both unable to comprehend this news and powerless to do anything about it. Ganon turned his back to her away from the altar, composing himself somewhat.
      ‘I pledged on that day to take revenge, on that ‘hero’, on Zelda, on everything… and now I have returned to take it.’ He motioned to the eight Gerudo who still stood attentively lining the red carpet to leave. As they filed out of the room, he approached his two escorts and muttered: ‘no interruptions.’ The two turned the corners of the frame, taking sentry on the other side of the door.
      Watching everyone leave the room except Ganon, who was walking back over to her, Zelda felt herself begin to sweat, hoping that he was not about to do one of the things she was thinking of. Trying to think of something that would stop this man, or at least delay him; she blurted out.
      ‘Whatever you intend to do, it won’t achieve anything.’ She tried to say defiantly, though the fear in her face was clear to see. ‘I am not that Zelda, it would not satiate your revenge to harm me.’
      Somewhat suddenly, Ganon took a hand to Zelda’s right inner leg, lightly caressing with his finger tips from her ankle up to her thigh. Her body tried to shrink away in revulsion, but her shackles counteracted any real resistance.
      ‘Ah, but,’ he said with an eerie calmness, ‘I also want revenge on the Royal Family, so whatever I do to you would be seen as a vengeful act.’
      ‘Even if you kill me, I will be survived by my family, and they will not take my death lightly.’ She said, the crack in her voice betraying her imposing words.
      ‘Who said anything about killing you…’ Ganon said, his hand having returned from a gentle trip back down to her ankle and back up again to her inner thigh. ‘I can’t make you suffer if you’re dead.’ He grinned, showing some of his teeth, his fang-like canine teeth included.
      ‘But why? I am not that Zelda...’
      ‘No…’ said Ganon calmly. Suddenly, his exploring hand jumped from her inner thigh to her crotch, making contact with her womanhood through the fabric of her dress and prompting a squeak of surprise from the princess. ‘… but you’re the closest thing!’

      Before Zelda knew it, Ganon bent swiftly down towards her face and had forced his tongue inside her open mouth. She jumped in fright, her face scrunched up in a grimace of revulsion. She tugged with her arms and feet at her shackles in protest, but, of course, they did not break away.
      He kissed her deep and fiercely, his aggressive tongue forcing an orbital motion around hers, which remained stubbornly still in protest. His fingertips kept swirling the point between her legs, working in unison with his tongue.
      Soon, he withdrew his hand but keeping his lips locked to hers, he climbed up onto the altar almost imperceptibly, straddling her thighs.
He broke the kiss, looking into her big fearful eyes. He smiled deviously, as if to torment her further. He then started to plant rough kisses on her delicate white neck, attacking it like a starving man would a meal. She squeaked and squirmed, attempting to shift her neck away from him, although she could move very little with his pressure on her upper legs. As his lips and tongue ravenously tasted her warm flesh, his hands had found her chest, cupping and squeezing her soft ample bosoms in repetitive motions. She could do nothing but protest in moans and grunts.
      Eventually Ganon ceased using his lips and hands and sat back up. Zelda hoped that he had decided not to continue, however a new fear quickly came around within her when she saw that he had taken a knife from his belt. He flashed that tormenting smile at her again, before leaning back down toward her, knife raised.
      She tugged violently at her restraints and looked away, a half-scream leaving her lips. She was relieved in some way when she heard a ripping sound of fabric, and looked down to see Ganon cutting a line down her dress. However, she was distressed the he had gained accessed to her bare chest. After reaching her gold belt, he put the knife aside and pulled apart the tattered fabric over her torso to reveal her beautifully voluptuous white breasts. He made an appreciative moan just taking in the sight of them. He then took a hand to her left breast, squashing and caressing this soft mammary with his palm, while circling and flicker her glorious purple nipple with his fingers. He took her other breast to his mouth, suckling the teat there whilst occasionally playing it with his tongue or nipping it gently with his teeth. She moaned it what sounded like discomfort, although she did seem to be erect, but perhaps that was because of the temperature.
      Although Ganon felt he could end up doing this all night, he decided she was probably feeling all too safe and comfortable right now. He stopped his ministrations of her breasts, taking his hands to her golden belt. Finding it unnecessary to undo it properly, he gripped it with both hands, before crushing it until it broke. Throwing the remains away somewhere in the room, he took the knife once more. Zelda gasped sharply again, but Ganon made sure not to accidentally cut her. Beginning where his last cut had ended, he dragged the knife southward, slicing past her hips and thighs. Zelda bit her lip as her panties were exposed to the cool air, the only remaining barrier between her most private area and Ganon.
      He had now sliced a vertical line all the way to the hem of her dress, essentially having sheared it in two. He let the knife clatter to the stone floor, before removing the princess’ gold shoulder pads and tearing apart the short sleeves, leaving her totally naked other than her white panties, socks and long gloves.
      He sat back for a moment, admiring the sight beneath him. She lay on the tattered remains of her dress, her long golden hair spread out nicely beneath her. Her cheeks were a bright red, white contrasted violently with her snow white skin. Her long gloves which extended up past her elbows, her panties and her knee-length socks thrilled Ganon, their innocent whiteness soon to be betrayed by the act she was about to engage in.       Her beautiful breasts heaved lightly up and down in trepidation, and her long voluptuous legs and inviting thighs remained closed in a pointless manner.
      ‘Please, you don’t have to do this…’ she breathed, hoping that he was using this pause to reconsider what he was going to do. ‘My family will compensate you dearly…’
      ‘Everything your family owns will be mine soon regardless…’ Ganon replied, flashing that dark smile again. ‘Including you…’
      He leant down again on her again, his snaking tongue forcefully entering her warm mouth again, his hand on the side of her face to stop her writhing beneath his lips. He began to stroke the left hand side of her body, his right arm stroking her soft suspended arm, travelling down past her armpit, the side of her breast, and finally to a hip. Two of his fingers entwined around the band of her panties, before he gave an almighty tug and ripped them straight off of her, snapping them in half in the process.
      A muffled squeak emanated from Zelda’s mouth while his tongue was still at work, sounding even more distressed now. He broke the air-consuming kiss, his face still right against hers. She saw the sick and determined look in his red eyes, and knowing in that instant that nothing she could say would stop him.
      He sat back up on his knees, observing her freshly revealed womanhood, noting the thick mass of golden hair just above it.
      ‘Magnificent…’ He uttered, spreading her legs and kneeling between them. Zelda winced and looked away, as Ganon observed the region of her body no man had before. Without warning, something warm and thin had entered her body. She gasped sharply, a mixture of fear and new sensations springing on her. Opening her tightly closed eyes, she saw Ganon with a hand at her entrance, probing around with a finger.
      ‘Still a virgin I see.’ He said, looking up at her with a wry smile, removing his finger. ‘Just as I’d hoped!’ He reached to his waist, energetically unbuckling his belt and throwing it away. Zelda watched in a sort of horrifying curiosity as he dropped his pants, his aroused penis quickly springing forth. She was stunned at sheer size and thickness of it, although she hadn’t seen any penises before she was shocked that that would be forcing its way inside her.
      Ganon removed his trousers completely, dropping them on the dungeon floor, his shirt and cape quickly joining them. Would this had been any other situation, Zelda would have been able to admire his rippling stomach muscles and toned skin, as well as the strange natural pleasantness of the sight of his erect member ready for her.
      Before she knew it, Ganon had placed a palm on the altar surface under her right armpit, his torso hovering mere centimetres above hers. He positioned his hips above hers, using his right hand to align his manhood toward her entrance, and she could feel his physical presence and warmth at her nether lips, remaining here as if to torture her further. Her mind was a mixture of a stark fear, a niggling anxiety and a bothersome anticipation, some of which she felt was curiosity about what sex would be like, but overwhelming that of wanting to get this over and done with.
      Ganon looked down into her face, a dark shadow cast across his face, his red eyes somehow still aglow. That wicked smile creased across the side of his mouth again, and she could feel him pull away from her womanhood - but suddenly and thrusting straight back and forcing himself past her lips. She threw her head back, letting out a brief scream, his cock finally having violated her sanctity.
      He found her passage pretty dry, though moist enough for continuing to push down inside without causing himself discomfort. Zelda could feel his bulbous head continue to push her walls painfully apart as it descended deep inside her. Suddenly, Ganon had to put extra force behind his hips, and Zelda groaned with the sharp pain of her hymen breaking. He continued to push forth uncaringly, until he could go no further. His warm stomach was now touching hers, and she looked down to see his entire length had gone inside her, his dark browny-green skin contrasting violently with her own white hue.
      ‘It’s a beautiful sight isn’t it?’ He said, before pulling back on his hips, pulling his member back up her raw passageway. Zelda wondered if that was it; that that was all to the act of sex, but she suspected otherwise. She felt his large head reach the inside of her entrance, which he then chose to slam his entirety back inside her again. She moaned in discomfort, before he sharply pulled back and rammed her again, and then again, and again. He continued this, making short and powerful thrusts to forcibly enter her over and over, the chains on her wrists and ankles rattling with every drive.
      She found herself involuntarily groaning every time he thrust inside her. This was largely out of discomfort, but she could not deny the natural feeling of his acts. Ganon himself was taking in the full pleasure of it all, taking revenge on the Zelda bloodline and the Royal Family, whilst satiating his lust for the blonde vixen that had evaded him for so long. He continued to lose himself in his triumph, pumping and grinding his hips continuing to violate this young woman and satisfying himself at the same time.
      Eventually, he found his hard manhood slipping in and out of Zelda more slickly.
      ‘Glad to see you’re starting to enjoy yourself princess.’ He grunted down to her, still pumping away at her body.
      ‘You… wish…’ she panted, breasts bouncing and chains jangling with every penetration.
      ‘Your lips say one thing, but your body seems to tell me otherwise.’ He countered.
      He lowered himself, their bodies pressed together as he continued to pound away. He could hear her short-breaths on his ear with every thrust, sure that she was getting some sort of enjoyment out of this. As a little test, he decided on a few second barrage on her insides, increasing his gyrations significantly. Sure enough, her sigh-like moans not only increased with his rhythms, but in volume too, signally to him that she was indeed taking pleasure in her first intercourse.
      Deciding it was time to do something different, he pulled himself up and out of her. She looked up at him, wondering if this was normal. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her onto her right hand side. Lifting her left leg up, he moved in again slightly from behind, inserting his still hard member into her sideways entrance. She moaned as he did so, resuming her animalistic noises as her began to pump her in this new position. It seemed that her chains he been created with a specific length for allow a certain freedom, something else he was grateful to his people for. He held onto her raised leg, using it for leverage as his balls slapped satisfyingly against the underside of her soft ass.
      Zelda was lost in a haze of confusing thoughts. Her initial revulsion at this violation had faded somewhat into acceptance. She knew she could not escape, and that at least he wasn’t making people watch this sordid scene. However, this acceptance, coupled with her sexual curiosity had somewhat allowing pleasure in, and although consciously she hadn’t yet realised it, but she was enjoying this. She didn’t have all that much choice after all.
      When Ganon pulled out of her again, her initial thoughts surprised her. They were not those of relief, but those of loss, that she missed his presence, his actions. That was when she realised it she was actually enjoying this. Her heart sank further, as she saw Ganon, though still solidly erect, getting of the altar.
      ‘What are you doing?’ She said, fear now secondary to her disappointment.
      Ganon remained wordless, as he moved around above her, approaching the chains the attached her wrists to bollards. In after another, he grabbed the thick metal links and broke them with his bare hands. The power of his Triforce, Zelda thought, bringing her hands down in front of her face, realising the numbness in them having been in the same idle position for so long.
      Ganon helped her sit up, and it seemed to Zelda that he suddenly had had a change of heart.       However, the idea quickly went away as he sat up on the altar behind her, grabbing her by the hips and effortlessly lifting her from the surface scattered with her dress-rags. While she was suspended in mid-air by his big powerful hands, he flipped her around so she was facing him. The first thing she noticed was that he was now lying on his back, and his erection was holding strong right underneath her hovering position.
      ‘No, no more…’ she said, as she felt herself being lowered.
      ‘By the time the night is over, you will submit to me Zelda.’ Ganon replied, not acknowledging her words.
      ‘I will never accept you!’ She blurted, the warmth of his head just under her suspended womanhood.
      ‘Oh, but you already have…’ And with that, he swiftly lowered her onto his shaft, producing a satisfying squelching noise as well as an ambivalent whine from Zelda as she enveloped his whole length again. She was now spread, her lower legs supporting her either side of Ganon’s muscular lengths. Without giving her much chance to adjust to this new position, he took a tight grip of both of her ass cheeks with his hands, pushing and pulling them to force her to rock backwards and forwards.
      He let out a deep moan of pleasure as he continued to manipulate her hips into stretching and bending his cock inside her. She has now leaning forward, propping herself with her arms, her gloved hands on his tight chest. He watched his prize writhe away on top of his dick, savouring the pleasure and the sight of her, his princess in chains. Her stomach and back arched in time with her forced hip gyrations in a hypnotic snake-like manner. Her golden hair was now well ruffled, her eyes closed in what Ganon hoped was a pleasure state.
      Then, Ganon became aware of feedback from her ass. At first, he thought it was resistance but as her removed his hands from her butt and hips, he realised she was grinding by her own accord. He smiled evilly, although her eyes were still closed and she seemed to be lost within the moment.
      ‘You see princess, you have submitted to me!’
She opened her eyes, shooting him a dark look before lowering them almost in shame. I want to stop, she thought to herself, but this just feels too good.
      Ganon felt incredible. Not only was Zelda, the voluptuous princess of Hyrule sweating away on the end of his cock, but she had also fully submitted to him. Her pristine white socks and long gloves might as well have changed to black. However, this was not quite the final event he wanted to end on.

      Although it pained him to do so, he suddenly grabbed her hips, lifted her off of him and slid out from under her. He put her back down onto the altar, before standing and going to put his pants on.
      ‘What are you doing?’ The princess asked, bewildered and deeply unsatisfied that he had cut off like that.
      ‘I’ve got things to do tonight,’ he said, reaching for his belt casually. ‘I’m a busy man.’ Zelda watch him pick up his shirt and cloak, and begin to walk to the door.
      ‘Wait!’ She blurted out. Ganon stopped dead still, but did not turn around.
      ‘What is it princess?’ he said nonchalantly. She wanted so badly for him to finish what he’d started and she knew what he wanted here, but it would damage her pride irreparably to say it.
      ‘You can’t go now…’ she said quietly, tip-toeing around the subject.
      ‘Why not?’ Ganon replied, spinning around on his left foot to face her, kneeling on the altar still half-chained.
      ‘Please…’ she said, lowering her face in shame. He began to walk towards her, up the red carpet, silent the whole time.
      ‘Please… finish making love to me…’ she mumbled, her cheeks a furious red, her face sorrowful. Even that damaged her pride, but she knew it still wasn’t quite what he wanted to hear. He took an index finger and raised her chin with it, so she was looking him right in the eye. He smiled in a encouraging but somehow still despicable way. Somehow, after knowing the pleasure of what she considered despicable acts, she was beginning to like despicable more and more.
      ‘I submit to you Ganondorf, with both mind and body!’ She blurted assuredly, before eagerly anticipating his response, her loins burning for his interaction again. A devilish grin spread across his face. He leaned in a tongue-kissed her again. This time, she responded, allowing her tongue to be manipulated freely now.
      He broke off shortly, firm hands on her bare back and legs indicating for her to get on all fours. She obliged silently and unquestionably, whilst wholly trusting in his experience at the same time feeling a guilty shame as she did his sexual bidding.
I just want this to be over, said the voice in her head paradoxically, somehow fully aware at the same time that she wanted the pleasure to continue.
      He dropped his pants and climbed onto the altar over her lower legs, his cock standing to attention in anticipation. He observed her from behind, her sweat-glazed soft skin and long dishevelled hair down her back tantalising him further. He spread her legs, positioning himself at her rear, placing his rod at her moist entrance. He was tempted to use her back passage, but he thought he’d keep that experience for another day.
      She let out a stifled hum as he slipped back into her, the wetness of her insides easily accepting him. His hands on her hips, he rocked her back on her knees slightly in time with his motions. Her squashy buttocks provided the perfect cushion for his stomach, allowing his to ramp up his rhythms quickly, the chains around her ankles clanking with every thrust of his hips.
      Ganon could not stop a smile escaping his face as he pounded the princess from behind. He loved positions like these, those of total dominance over his partner. He loved the idea of himself in these positions of supremacy. In fact, he loved this so much that he wished he could somehow observe himself from another angle, perhaps standing in front of the altar, watching himself perform this faux-ritualistic act of sex on the Princess of Hyrule.
      Deciding that this wasn’t quite the right position he wanted to end on, he removed his cock before quickly pulling her knees towards him and pushing her down flat on the altar. He grabbed her hips, raising her bare behind slightly. He planted his hands at either side of her arms for support, suspended above her back as his erection found itself easily back inside her, resuming his assault on her.
      He was still revelling in his situation, that he was taking the princess of Hyrule from behind, something he would have not believed mere moments ago while he was still trapped in the Sacred Realm. However, something else he couldn’t have predicted was that he was no-longer contemplating killing her. Well, it would be such a waste, he thought, as he continued to pump her sweet pussy. Besides, making a princess of Hyrule his slave was not something that would exactly come around often. Then, the seeds of a new plan were planted in his mind.
      ‘How is it princess?’ He said, still continually slapping into her.
      ‘Amazing…’ she breathed, the side of her face on the altar surface.
      ‘You know… I was planning to kill you after this… but this has been more fun than I’d imagined…’       He leant down, pushing his chest against her back while still keep up his ministrations. He nestled his head on her right shoulder.
      ‘What would you do to keep your life?’ He whispered deeply into her elven ear.
      ‘I would do… anything…’ she gasped, thinking more of experiencing continued pleasure rather than staying alive.
      ‘Would you stay by my side, allowing me to show you more of the pleasures of the flesh?’ As soon as these words left his lips, he stepped up his thrusts to a much faster pace, as if in encouragement.
      Zelda let out a squeak of pleasure.
      ‘I would be yours… forever…’ she said, her words riding the waves of increased sensation. Yet again, he increased the tempo of his penetrations.
      ‘Then, you shall stay with me in the Gerudo Kingdom, and I will take you to the many plateaus of ecstasy known in this world. You would become my mistress, and I your master in all things, especially of those regarding pleasures of the flesh.’
      ‘Whatever you say… master…’ she gasped.
      Ganon shifted his hands on top of hers, slipping his warm fingers between hers, this somewhat sentimental gesture almost more intimate than anything that had been done so far.
      With this, he increased his motions as fast as he could, his pummelling of her spongy rump faster than she ever thought possible. As he sweated and groaned away on her back, she could feel a deep tingling sensation inside herself building and building. Her low, raspy moans were becoming faster as this feeling rose, as had Ganon’s; whatever was about to happen she knew it was most likely the climax. Ganon held on as long as he could, though his tightening balls warned of the inevitable conclusion.
      The now-burning sensation felt like it could be held back no-longer; some previously innate bestial instinct took over as Zelda let out a loud cry and her back-arched upwards. Upon hearing her passionate scream, Ganon grunted over her shoulder, penetrating her body with a final, deep thrust, firing something pleasingly warm and fluidic deep inside her.
      Ganon lay slumped on her back as the two caught their collective breathes, the feelings of raw pleasure fading and returning as fatigue. Eventually, Ganon withdrew himself from her slick passageway. Leaving her to regain her senses, he quickly redressed and approached one of his guards who had remained outside the entire time.
      ‘Take her to one of the best guest rooms, and make sure she is bathed, fed and well looked after.’ Ganon told the two guards, before departing to attend to other matters. He smiled to himself as he ascended the stairs back to the ground floor of the palace; he was going to enjoy having the princess of Hyrule as his mistress.
      Missing the warmth of Ganon’s body, Zelda began to feel the cold of the dungeon again. She soon found her ankles being unshackled. The two Gerudo guards helped the flushed and naked princess up, grabbing her firmly by the arms and marching her towards the exit of the chamber. Deep feelings of uncertainty came to her, as she had not heard Ganon’s orders to his guards. Glancing back she saw her royal dress one last time, ripped and scattered across the altar and dungeon floor, before she was muscled out of the room.