Internecine

AN:/ I haven't actually played the LoZ games beyond the original NES and SNES titles and Ocarina of time. There is no real 'in game' canon for any of this, I made up the details. In short, enjoy the porn, and don't think TOO hard about where it came from. : )

 

Internecine I

 

“Are you a virgin, Link?”

 

The question caught him off guard. The state of his bodily purity was the last thing Link was likely to contemplate, while bound and gagged on a cold, stone table. His left arm hurt, though the blood had stopped flowing so profusely, but the poor bandaging job the Garudo guard had furnished him with, still hurt like hell. There was a dark, red stain pooling on the floor, a gruesome display of exactly how long Link had been strapped down.

 

“Mmph,” Link tried, making the muffle as threatening as he could, the gag preventing him from answering.

 

Ganondorf smirked at him, a cold cruel look slithering across his green features, “you must be at least seventeen years old. Have you been saving yourself for the girl sage?”

 

Ganondorf leaned in close to Link, and began toying with his blond hair. Link couldn’t move back fast enough. Yet, the elaborate ropes kept him taught and still, while the Demon King manhandled his hair and gleefully tugged on one of his ears.

 

“Hylians,” he said, a low easy chuckle escaping from his lips, “an ancient race. Did you know Link, that Hylians at one time suffered from the opposite distribution problem as the Gerudo?”

 

Link shamefully made a single, distressed noise when Ganondorf threaded his fingers in Link’s blonde hair and tightened his grip.

 

“There were only men in Hylia,” Ganondorf whispered harshly into Link’s ear, “Very few women. And they wouldn’t deign the Gerudo worth lowering themselves to befriend. ”

 

A pleased sneer broke out on Ganondorf’s face when a single, recalcitrant tear slid down Link’s cheek. It had nothing to do with shame; the hand in his hair was only getting tighter, even his skull hurt, and he hated that he had given Ganondorf any satisfaction for his cruel molestations, no matter how small. Ganondorf leaned in close, and Link could feel his hot breath ghosting across his cheek.

 

“The solution to this problem, in the Hylian’s infinite wisdom, was to fuck each other,” Ganondorf continued in a low hiss, “They say, even now, male Hylians can give birth if given the proper treatment. ”

 

Ganondorf rose and laughed loudly, and Link for some inexplicable reason, felt more than slightly ashamed, his skin flushing crimson. The symbol of the triforce glowed on Link’s hand from their close proximity, and he flinched, as Ganondorf caressed it.

 

“I only wish raping you would join our halves,” Ganondorf said almost wistfully, “But know with certainty, that I’m only breaking you as revenge for your meddling. I suppose, also out of curiosity. And above all, for my own pleasure. ”

 

Blood thundered in Link’s ears, his breath was coming out between the gag in shallow, short gasps. The look on Ganondorf’s face was an unmistakable. Pain Link could handle, some humiliation, being tied up in a painful position and feeling the gash on his arm growing instead of closing, he could deal with that. He could courageously face death, if he knew he was doing the right thing. But this cruelty, seeing Ganondorf leering at him with such a...weird expression, it was too much.

 

Ganondorf licked the side of Link’s face, and it shamed him greatly when he uttered a terrible muffled shout of surprise.

 

“Let’s find out,” Ganondorf said, his fingers playing in Link’s hair, almost kindly, a mockery of gentle touch, “If the rumors are true.”

 

A shudder crawled down Link’s spine. Ganondorf moved around to the side, where ropes on pulleys were located on the lower half of the stone slab. Suddenly, Link’s legs were yanked open, his left thigh partially suspended. Link twitched against the overly tight bonds, as the ropes scraped against small scratches he could feel through his torn clothes.

 

It was an uncomfortable position, which probably had been the point, Link thought bitterly. Ganondorf then moved into the other side, and Link felt some of the pressure move off of his right thigh, to be replaced around the chest and arms. He wasn’t so stretched in his hamstrings and could swivel his shoulders to face Ganondorf, head on.

 

Link was determined to fight for every inch, if the Demon Lord Gerudo was intent on raping him, he wouldn’t have an easy time of it.

 

The triforce of courage chose you, Link reminded himself, as the cold stone cut into his body and sweat beaded on his spine, I can face this!

 

“If you displease me,” Ganondorf said, his teeth gleaming in the dim candlelight, “I’ll be sure the pulley tears your limbs apart.”

 

As if to prove his point, Ganondorf cranked one of the wheels on the pulley. Link’s right leg pulled back with a sickening lurch, and Link could feel every muscle in his thigh scream in agony, until Ganon pulled the switch that forced the rope to go lax.

 

“Understand, mighty Hero of Time?” Ganondorf said with a chuckle, “The threat is real.”

 

He strode forward in slow, confident steps, and removed from his leather belt a large curved sword. Link’s breath quickened, and his eyes grew huge, the ropes creaking and twisting as he struggled wildly.

 

“Stop that at once!” Ganondorf snapped, “Hold still.”

 

Ganon’s large green hand grabbed Link by the front of his shirt. The sword hovered around Link's face, and his frightened eyes.

 

“I wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” Ganondorf purred.

 

In a single, brutal slash, Link’s shirt was cut in two. His shout was muffled, as a thin red line bled down his chest. The Gerudo Lord watched Link struggle with a cruel glint in his eyes. Once Link's frantic squirming had lessened, Ganondorf did the same to his legs. His torn trousers fled easily from his skin, the welts appearing along the top of his thighs. Ganondorf moved slowly to the cloth resting on Link’s arms, across his back, until the faint red trails were all over Link’s body. Link grunted and writhed in dismay; his voice finally coming out in squeaking gasps, his body trapped, while Ganondorf did his torturous work.

 

“The Hero of Time slashed and rope burned,” he cooed, “How charmingly pathetic.”

 

The throbbing in Link's arm was a lesser worry now that his skin was exposed. The fresh cuts stung, but not nearly enough to cause any panic. The worry instead was focused on Ganondorf's slow movements around Link's prone form. He couldn't turn his head to see, and had no idea when the next strike would occur. Link didn't know if Ganondorf's threats were true, or if he were simply adding humiliation to an already looming demise. He knew enough about this sort of thing to be frightened about the possibilities in store for him, if Ganondorf truly meant the terrible things he had said.

 

“Pretty Hylian,” Ganondorf murmured, “For all the trouble you've caused, it's such a shame this sweet young body will go to waste.”

 

Link saw the glint of the sword before it swung down, hoping and dreading a quick death. His body went rigid, the sounds screaming from behind the gag before he even had a moment to think. But it deliberately missed, cutting neatly through the ropes. Link's body twisted and collapsed onto the side, his cheek solidly hitting the stone pulpit.

 

I don't want to die!

 

A muffled scream echoed in the chamber. It was the worst kind of torture, this terrible, inescapable shame. If he died, he wouldn't have to be...he wouldn't be...the words couldn't even be formed in his mind. Tears ran down his cheeks, he was letting his Princess down by not facing his destiny, by not being brave enough to meet it. There wasn't a doubt in his mind, she would have died rather than be debased by the Gerudo King.

 

Instead, Ganondorf was threading his fingers in Link's blond hair, laughing at Link's attempts at twisting away. Half his body was lax from the ropes, and Ganondorf's hand on his thigh, allowed him insight as to why.

 

With Link's clothes in tatters and the ropes pulling half his body in another direction, he could do nothing but spread his legs and give Ganondorf precisely the view he wanted. The clothing had torn, ripped and fallen from his body in slithering ribbons, Ganondorf moved some aside as he leaned in for a closer look.

 

“Yes,” Ganondorf murmured, pleasure in his voice, “show me your virgin body, Hero of Time.”

 

Link nearly choked from disgust, Ganondorf truly was a beast. The sound in his throat turned more panicked, when he felt Ganondorf's hand ghosting along the inside of his thigh, against his buttocks and then deeper still, his thumb against his hole.

 

“So small,” Ganondorf said, “do you think it will fit, Link?”

 

There was no reply, Link was struggling to squirm into a position that wasn't so obscene. He could hear the metallic sound of armour rubbing against itself, cloth shuffling. It took the breath out of his lungs when he felt something hot pressed up against his ass. A large hand quickly clamped around his head, threading itself through his hair in a painful wrench. Link's neck was yanked back, his eyes watering.

 

“Hold still,” he heard the command in Ganondorf's voice, “Or your insides won't be the same again.”

 

Link couldn't see the point, since he would just be dying soon anyway, but his stubborn sense of self preservation forced his body into submission. The head of what was obviously Ganondorf's enormous penis, was spreading its wetness around his tiny hole. Link wanted to throw up, the thing was covered in a viscious, slippery fluid, which likely meant that Ganondorf had been aroused during Link's preliminary torture. His free hand dug into the stone, nails scraping painfully.

 

The insertion was slow, torturous, Link knew he was only being given such a concession because any faster and it would have killed him. Somehow, his body managed what had seemed the impossible, it held around Ganondorf's thick length and stretched to accommodate it. Link's mouth was spilling saliva around the gag, he thought for a moment he would be sick. But his body's twitching stilled, and he felt a large hand on his head, forcing him down hard on the stone table. His cheek ground into the stone once again, his eyes watering, his body frantically struggling one last time to squirm away.

 

“Ah,” Ganondorf sighed, “So eager. Isn't that right little Hylian? A good lover knows how to move.”

 

Link screamed his frustration from behind the gag, as Ganondorf whipped his body backwards, impaling him further. Link slammed his hand onto the table, the mark of the triforce glowing, its gentle beauty mocking Link's current position. Ganondorf laughed cruelly, his voice ringing out into the empty hall. His body hovered over Link, enormous form casting a shadow over Link's body, hand resting by his bruised cheek. He pressed his mouth to Link's back, a brush of lips, blowing of gentle air. Link squirmed, his body responding despite his desperate attempt to keep his sex trapped limp between his legs.

 

“I think I should like to hear your voice,” Ganondorf whispered in his ear.

 

The gag was cut, the blade slashing close enough to Link's skin to cause a welt to appear on his flushed cheek. Link saw the dagger receding, his thoughts consumed with the possibility of grabbing it, of destroying this horrible monster with his own weapon. Ganondorf swerved his hips, the movement causing him go deeper inside Link, who couldn't help but cry out.

 

“You're,” Link gasped, “more a monster, than a man!”

 

Ganondorf laughed, the blade making an appearance again, it's sharp edge against Link's throat.

 

“Drop your neck, brave Hero,” Ganondorf hissed, “End your life! Your princess would be proud then, her hero sacrificing himself for their loathsome kingdom!”

 

Link swallowed, his adam's apple nearly touching the edge, “I'm not afraid to die, but I won't give you the pleasure, monster.”

 

He was sure Ganondorf would slice his neck, that Link would see his life blood oozing out in front of his eyes in a stream of red. But the blade was moved away from his throat, slowly, and Link's head dropped to the cold stone table in relief. Ganondorf hadn't softened in the slightest, and Link was disgusted to feel the Garudo King's cock still deep in his insides.

 

“I'll finish with you,” Ganondorf said, his hand threading tight in Link's hair, “And then, you die.”

 

The sudden thrust made Link scream, the tears were running down his face, dripping onto the stone table with every violent movement. Through the blurriness of his gaze, Link could see the triforce on his hand glowing; a reminder of his commitment, his strength and the final inevitable failure that had led him to Ganondorf's clutches. Link's knee slipped, and Ganondorf slammed a hand near his body to steady them both. The triforce on his hand glowed equally to Link's, its gentle glow almost brilliant in the dark dungeon.

 

Link gasped, his mouth moving of its own volition, uttering things he shouldn't have said.

 

“..please,” he begged, “Please stop...”

 

His body felt warm, he wondered if this was what death felt like, but then Ganondorf had stopped pounding into him so ruthlessly, and he wondered if Ganondorf felt the warmth emanating around them too. Link struggled to shift away, but quickly Ganondorf's hand held him down. Link whimpered as his body began to heat up, the pain in his arm beginning to dissipate, the glow of the triforce getting stronger. He could see the glowing triforce on Ganondorf's hand too.

 

Ganondorf's hand slammed down onto the stone table, his fingers spread out in Link's dried blood, the veins on his hand standing out. Link could feel him inside, the burning heat in his guts and wondered if the triforce was ending their lives in this final show of humiliation.

 

Link's lips parted, his eyes widened, “A-ah-it feels...”

 

Ganondorf's laugh was cruel, even in his pleasure. He grabbed Link by the hair, and pulled him backwards, grinding his body deep into Link's.

 

“No!,” Link cried, this was worse, so much worse than feeling pain, “Stop...please...!”

 

Link's scream sounded agonized, but the truth was far more terrible. He'd never felt this with anyone, a blinding pleasure enough to twist everything around in his head. Ganondorf's cock became good to his body, the feeling of him pounding mercilessly was rhythmic and desirable. Link arched his back, he'd rut himself into insanity if he had to, to take more of it, and when Link thought that to himself, he screamed his terror. But his body wanted more, and he panted out his lust on all fours. His arm was useless but with his hands to the ground, and his hair wrapped around Ganondorf's fingers he could right himself enough to engulf the whole of Ganondorf's thick length over and over.

 

“What a slut the hero of time has become,” Ganondorf purred in his ear.

 

Link should have hated it, he wanted to scream and beg Ganondorf to leave him alone, but the triforce had other ideas. There was no doubt in Link's mind that its power was causing the strange effect., and as horrible as it was, he would have begged anyone for more if Ganondorf had stopped. Link groaned, panting, his back arching and body struggling to take Ganondorf deeper. He felt opened up by his cock, reduced to a panting animal, a bitch in heat.

 

“That's right,” Ganondorf grunted, “Take it all.”

 

Link cried for it, as Ganondorf groaned and thrust his final times. That was what Link had wanted, as he moaned while his hardness spent itself between his legs - to be filled up with thick cum.

 

“A-ah,” Link begged, “Please...!”

 

Ganondorf grunted, “Not done with you, yet.”

 

He pulled himself out of Link, who cried out in surprise. Link was quickly flipped around, his body falling gracelessly onto the stone table as Ganondorf spent his last on his wounds. The cum had spattered on Link's face, his hair, across his pointed ears and flowed out of his quivering hole freely. Tears had run rivelets down Link's face, and mixed with the blood and cum spattered across his cheek.

 

“I'm disgusting,” Link choked out, his chest heaving, quivering voice quiet in the large room.

 

Ganondorf pressed his spent length in Link's face, the burning desires rising up in him despite his revulsion. Link extended his pink tongue and licked the tip, before turning his head away in shame.

 

“And now, you die,” Ganondorf said, the blade shining from his hand.

 

Link's chest heaved, he hoped it would be over soon, an end to the intolerable humiliation. But Ganondorf's blade hovered near his neck, and never moved. Link blinked, and noticed the pained expression on Ganondorf's face, he hadn't known such a monster could have regretful feelings, it surprised him. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but the blade was placed back in the bolster. Ganondorf righted himself, and fixed his clothing and armour. Link laid in his own dried blood, covered in the cooling cum, his vision blurring. He'd lost a lot of blood, and expelled a great deal of energy. Perhaps he would be mercifully dead, soon.

 

“Clean him up, make sure he makes it through the night,” Ganondorf's orders were delivered to the Gerudo women waiting outside.

 

Link could do nothing, his body was stiff and growing colder. Their green faces surrounded him now, the women tittering.

 

“Looks like spring has come for our King,” one of them giggled.

 

“It's about time,” the other said, her smiling face an eerie sight in the gloom.

 

“Let's get you cleaned up,” one of them said, while gently moving Link's body, “then maybe our mighty King will be in the mood to play again.”

 

They covered him in blankets and cloth, and righted him to a sitting position. His arm was limp at his side, his knees scabbing over, the blood still flowing freely against his legs. Even as their gentle hands wiped away the remnants across his face, Link was disgusted.

 

“Kill me,” he murmured, hoping they'd listen.

 

“Now now,” one of them tutted, “don't be selfish. You're not the only one who's at stake. What about the thing Ganondorf put in your belly? Did you forget about the curse of Hylian men?”

 

Link twitched, his body trembling. He put a hand to his stomach, the wounds still hurt, the faint red lines still livid against his pale skin.

 

“I hate him,” Link whispered, his fist clenching, “I hate him so much.”

 

“Then that's reason enough,” the other woman cooed, “Isn't it? Live, and maybe you can find the courage to fight him.”

 

They laughed together, the women who had come to help, their eyes strangely knowing.

 

“We can help the Hylian boy,” the oldest one said, “And make sure he can fight again.”

 

The women surrounded him, and he let them help him to his feet. His legs were nearly useless, he leaned heavily on the three women for support as the light from the open door fell on his legs, revealing the rope burns across his skin. Link's eyes narrowed in the remaining darkness; whatever happened, he would kill the Gerudo King. Ganondorf would pay.