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Warning: dubious consent
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“Go ahead, Zelda. Try to deny me again. You will find I do not so easily relinquish my desires. I took the kingdom of Hyrule just to make you mine. My beautiful queen–and wife.”
Ganondorf leaned a hand on his tan cheek, watching his pretty conquest snarl and snap her teeth in defiance. He smirked. Zelda had denied his advances since the day he took the throne. His conquest of Hyrule had happened weeks ago, one rainy night became a bloodless coup. Zelda had spit venom as he ascended the throne, her wrists bound by chains of Twilight gloom. For weeks she stomped down the castle halls, berating him at every turn. While initially she had been the object of his desire that he watched from afar in the Realm of Twilight, the true spice of her personality had Ganondorf falling even harder for the princess.
One night, after a particularly intense encounter with the princess, he had shoved her back against the stone wall and pinned her arms against her sides. His eyes had fallen to her lips and she had evidently noticed. Her breathing hitched, eyes closing slightly as Ganondorf descended closer, grazing his mouth against hers. A whimper escaped Zelda’s lips before her brain decided to start working again, breaking free from his grasp and slapping him hard across the face with a gloved hand. Ganondorf drew back and held his stinging cheek, smirking as she escaped back to the solace of her room. He knew he was well and truly fucked. There was only one way, it seemed, that he could possibly draw out her repressed passion.
Earlier in the day Ganondorf had beckoned Zelda to the gardens, only commanding she wear her best gown. He knew that would irritate her, especially keeping the true purpose of his invitation a secret. Ganondorf arrived at precisely noon. The silent princesses burst into glowing splendor under the golden dome of his magic. Zelda arrived later, obviously annoyed. Once there, Ganondorf drew her to him with a tendril of magic to keep her from turning tail and running–this time. Zelda wriggled and cursed in his hold but he was not deterred. With an ancient incantation, the dark king bound their souls and claimed her as his queen, replacing her bronze diadem with a golden one fitting of the Queen of Hyrule. Then, he took her gloved hand and warped her to the throne room. The idea of fucking his wife on the throne of her ancestors was tempting to say the least. Instead, she had fought him, kicking and cursing, up the steps. Now, impenetrable ropes of Twilight gloom pinned Hyrule’s newly crowned queen before the warlord, who sat like a god of hell upon the golden throne. Black armor scraped when he shifted, leaning forward to take her chin in his hand.
“Don't touch me,” hissed the woman, jerking away from his grasp. “I will never be your queen and the last thing I desire is your hands on my body!”
Fury radiated from Zelda’s cerulean eyes. Still, her face flushed with the pressure of his fingers against her warming skin. Ganondorf relished the strength of this woman, the one who fought back with grace and defiance. Of course, she could only fight him for so long before he would impose his will upon her. Today, she would find out exactly what it meant to be conquered by Ganondorf Dragmire, The King of Darkness. He vowed before night fell she would be willingly opening her legs to allow him deep within her heat and begging him to never leave.
Zelda thrashed wildly against her binds. Ganondorf chuckled, drawing his large hand to the nape of her neck, yanking her head back and exposing the soft flesh of her throat. The golden diadem perched on her chestnut brown hair slid down slightly, the weight of the crown and sharp, filigree edges snagged in her braid and sent a sharp pain through her skull. She yelped.
“You'd find my touch very enjoyable, Zelda, if only you'd allow me the pleasure of a demonstration,” purred Ganondorf as he stood, hand clenching in her hair. He drew his nose against her throat before dragging his teeth against the same spot.
A gasp flew from the queen. Ganondorf grinned, biting the soft skin of her neck gently. He felt Zelda relax slightly and rumbled his approval.
“I am going to show you what you're missing each and every time you deny me, my queen,” growled the dark king, sliding his free hand up her corseted bodice to her breasts, dragging a thumb beneath the lavender fabric. She gasped again when he ran a calloused finger over her nipple, biting her neck simultaneously.
“Oh gods, you, you can't,” moaned Zelda, her voice strained from the desire pumping through her body. Still her voice denied what her body felt, pushing her breasts against his skilled fingers. Soon, she would be beyond any objections to Ganondorf’s dark seduction.
“You will find I can. Your refusal ends today, my dear. I am going to make you scream with pleasure and beg for my touch, my tongue, and my cock,” he murmured in her pointed ear. She moaned again when his teeth tugged at her earlobe. “By the time night has fallen I will be buried so far into your body, you will never be able to untangle your soul from mine.”
“Ganondorf, you're going to hurt me,” Zelda whispered, trembling as his hand slid from her breasts to wrap gently around her throat.
He leaned forward, golden gaze holding her blue one. “I am going to make sure my intrusion isn't one of severe pain. But first, you must let me in. Let me prepare you,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip.
“And…if I refuse?” She replied, frowning.
“I will show you another way. You will be in my bed regardless of your choice. One with control, one without. But you will feel pleasure either way,” Ganondorf growled before covering her mouth with his in a deep kiss.
Reluctantly, Zelda allowed his tongue to sweep into her mouth. He smirked, deepening the kiss until his power began invading other places in her body. Slowly, he faded into her world, deep in her consciousness. Darkness possessed Zelda’s being, Ganondorf infiltrating her body in a way she had not imagined. The gloom ropes dissolved and she found her feet walking up the stairs to a room that was not hers.
Within the cavernous being of her psyche, Ganondorf watched her, guiding her movements like a puppet master. And then, her own consciousness stood before his in the void. Within Zelda’s mind, she stood with significantly fewer clothes to impede Ganondorf’s fiery touch. A black mesh gown replaced her heavy silk dress. Ganondorf eyed her and nodded with approval.
He pulled her close before spinning her around to press her back against his now bare chest. A window from her mind allowed them both to watch her physical body.
In the room Zelda knew to be Ganondorf's, her physical form sat on the bed across from the huge mirror covering one wall. Golden eyes watched from the mirror, his power stirring just below the surface of her flesh. Spots of Twilight corruption erupted from her pale skin. Within Zelda’s mind, Ganondorf slid his hand under the straps of her sheer gown. She watched her reflection mimicking Ganondorf’s actions, her own slim hands slipping the fabric from her body until she stood in nothing, including her crown. She unbound her braid and allowed soft curls to cascade down her back. So, too, in her mind she was stripped bare.
“Watch,” he murmured, sliding one hand to Zelda’s breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Zelda’s physical body did the same and both groaned in unison. Ganondorf chuckled in her ear, his other hand sliding between her legs. Zelda’s physical body sat, thighs apart, on the black sheets belonging to her new husband. Ganondorf skimmed his hand down the slight swell of her belly and slid his fingers between her legs, watching as her body did the same.
“Let me guide you until you feel ready to truly feel me. Go back into your body, Zelda.”
And then, the void was gone and she found herself alone in Ganondorf’s room. Zelda allowed her limbs to go limp, letting Ganondorf take full control. Still, her reflection was not entirely her own. Gold eyes stared back at her naked form and she heard Ganondorf’s deep baritone within her mind.
“Spread your legs wider, my wife. I want to watch you get off on my power,” he purred, voice dripping with lust.
Zelda gasped, parting her legs until she was fully exposed to the mirror. From there, Ganondorf moved her hand up to her lips, sucking a finger into her mouth before slipping that same finger between her legs and circling her clit.
Ganondorf knew Zelda had never touched herself, for that would have been seen as sinful in such a society as Hyrule’s. Leaning further into his power, he pushed her finger down lower until it slipped into her body. The moan that tore from her throat was the song of a goddess. Given over entirely to Ganondorf's touch, Zelda felt her finger pumping in and out before suddenly being yanked back against a hard mass of muscle. Ganondorf had left her mind and materialized behind her, looking as he had in the void. He was bare from the waist up, his fiery red hair unbound from the thorny crown that typically held its weight. His thick beard tickled the back of her neck as he spoke, his gaze holding hers in the glass.
“Keep your legs open and keep your eyes on the mirror. Don't fight me. I want you to watch,” he growled, his large hand replacing hers.
Hesitantly, Zelda nodded, eyes trained on the mirror. Ganondorf spread her wider, drinking in the sight of her splayed before him, his fingers circling her pink clit as his other hand massaged her breast, pinching her nipple. Slowly, his fingers drifted lower, one dipping inside her body and thrusting shallowly. Zelda moaned, bucking her hips to take his thick finger deeper. She leaned back against his chest as he thrust in and out, each time harder than the last, the wet sound serving to only heighten her arousal. And then, he was out from behind her, kneeling on the ground in front of her.
Zelda gasped. “What are you–?”
Ganondorf did not let her finish that sentence, tugging her to the very edge of the bed and pushing her back onto her elbows.
“I am going to taste the honey your body is making just for me. And you are going to come on my face and my fingers, Zelda,” he purred, leaning forward to suckle her clit between his lips.
Zelda cried out with the first sweep of his tongue, her fingers tangling in his hair. He grinned, flicking his tongue across the bud of her desire. He pushed her back further, burying his face deeper between her legs while he sucked and licked her clit, over and over. When he felt her body start to tremble on the edge, he pushed his finger back into her body, thrusting in and out in time with the flicks of his tongue. Zelda's hands found their way to her breasts and she rolled her nipples between her fingers. When she was almost over the edge, she sat up slightly, enough to lock eyes with Ganondorf as he feasted on her body. He held her gaze as he licked her clit and fucked her with his fingers. The whole premise was so erotic that Zelda could no longer hold back the strange feeling blooming from her womb. She screamed as she fell over the edge, her inner muscles contracting around Ganondorf’s finger. Still, he fucked her through one orgasm into the beginning of another one.
And then, he withdrew, leaving Zelda teetering on the precipice. A whine escaped her throat. Ganondorf stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His golden eyes seemed to glow in the fire of the brazier.
“Wh–what now, my husband?” Zelda whispered.
He chuckled low, removing the last of his clothing. Zelda's eyes widened as the hard marble of his body was revealed. “Now, my queen, you are going to scream my name as you come on my cock. You are going to tell me how wrong you were to deny me for so many weeks. And you are going to beg me to fuck you every night for the rest of our lives.”
Zelda’s breathing hitched as she found Ganondorf laying her back on the bed, up close to the oak headboard. He raised her hands above her head and ran the head of his cock between her thighs, allowing her desire to coat him before ever moving to thrust in.
Zelda moaned as the head rubbed purposely over her clit.
“You like that?” rumbled Ganondorf, thrusting against the bundle of nerves again. Zelda jerked in his arms.
“Yes, oh yes,” she gasped, arching up, seeking more friction.
Ganondorf thrust against her spread thighs again, causing her to arch wildly against him. All thought had vanished from her mind, driven by the overwhelming carnal need to become one with Ganondorf. He released her hands and they flew to his broad shoulders.
A wide, bronze hand on Zelda's belly splayed, pressing her down.
“For this next step, you must be still, my queen. I do not desire to hurt you more than is necessary.”
Zelda nodded her sweaty brow, thoughts still foggy as she felt Ganondorf press slightly against her entrance. Almost immediately she panicked, breath becoming labored as he meticulously entered her body. Ganondorf held still, allowing Zelda time to adjust to every thick inch. He captured her mouth in a deep, probing kiss as he sunk in another inch. She moaned and attempted to wriggle away.
“It hurts, Ganondorf! You're too big,” she groaned, biting his shoulder.
Ganondorf nipped her breasts, flicking her nipple with his tongue while also holding her hips still. “You'll enjoy it in a few moments. I promise. Relax your legs and your stomach.”
Wincing, Zelda did as she was told. Slowly, the pain began to subside. Shallow thrusts replaced Ganondorf’s perfect stillness. The stretching became more bearable to Zelda's lithe body and she lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to sink deeper. When she showed no more signs of discomfort, Ganondorf pulled halfway out before thrusting hard.
Zelda screamed as a streak of pleasure shot through her body. So, Ganondorf did it again. Slow, deep, and hard–an agonizing rhythm that drew both of their pleasure higher. Her sharp nails bit into Ganondorf’s back and shoulders as he quickened the rhythm. The oak bed groaned beneath them. Before Zelda could reach her peak again Ganondorf pulled out completely. Sweat trickled down his tan brow, his voice like liquid silk against Zelda’s heated skin.
“On your hands and knees. Face the mirror,” he commanded.
Wordless she complied. Behind her rose the dark king, tugging her back until he breached her entrance once more.
“Watch as I fuck you.”
Zelda emptied her lungs of passionate cries then, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. Nothing before or ever again would make Zelda shake with pure pleasure like watching Ganondorf fuck her from behind. Sweaty locks of brunette hair stuck to her flushed face. So terrible and beautiful was the man sliding in and out of her body that Zelda decided he must be some sort of dark god. His unbound blaze of hair, the hard muscle of his body that was a weapon unto itself, the sun-like gold of his piercing eyes that caught every heightened breath and erotic cry from her throat. Why had she ever denied him?
“Gods, Ganondorf, yes! Harder, please, oh gods,” Zelda chanted. “I was wrong, I need you. Need your touch–all over. Need all of you…Gods above, oh–right there!” she babbled.
Ganondorf’s eyes darkened and he lifted her hips higher, his hand tangling in the wild mass of her hair. With a low growl he yanked her head back, thrusting harder and quicker. And then, his voice met her ears again. “Come for me then, my wife. Come on my cock.”
As if on command, the bloom of orgasm tightened her velvet muscles almost impossibly hard. She cried out his name, shoving her hips back to take him the deepest yet. Spots of colors danced before her eyes in a ring of cosmic splendor. Ganondorf cursed, fucking her through the orgasm as he felt his own crash down around him. He swelled, hips jerking violently, filling Zelda with a roar.
Zelda screamed as one orgasm bled into another, her body stuttering as he swelled. After a few moments she still trembled from the force of multiple orgasms, collapsing forward as Ganondorf slid from her body. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath. Ganondorf leaned forward to press a kiss to her naked shoulder, pulling her back to lie in his bed under satin blankets. Zelda rested her cheek on his chest, his heart thundering in time with her own.
“Ganondorf…I was wrong. You have my explicit consent to do that whenever you desire. It does seem that I will forever need your touch.”
Azure eyes met sunlit and Ganondorf grinned. “Whenever I desire? Hmm. I suppose I will have to act on the one fantasy I keep coming back to.”
Zelda raised an eyebrow. “Do I dare ask what that fantasy is?”
Ganondorf smirked, rolling her beneath him once more. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers before pulling back and dragging his teeth over her neck. “You, sitting in my lap, on the throne. Your body is completely bare while you are bouncing on my cock, my teeth biting your pretty pink nipples. Hearing your ass slap against my thighs with each thrust. Letting me fuck you properly, as a king should fuck his queen.”
“Gods above…”