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They paused just beyond the doors, exchanging satisfied glances, eyes glittering.
A sister leaned forward, a mischievous grin on her face.
“Be brave, little hero,” she encouraged before pushing open the great doors, returning to their king, who now sat upon his throne in quiet contemplation.
One elbow rested on the carved arm of his seat, the other hand idly swirling a goblet of dark wine.
The sound of the doors echoed through the hall, drawing his gaze upward. His eyes immediately found Link.
The Hero stood still—expression calm, but his face flushed red as a ripe tomato.
Golden braids framed his face, his lashes dark and fine, the faint shimmer of the sisters’ enchantments accenting every delicate line of his features.
Ganon’s deep chuckle rolled through the chamber. “Well, well,” he rumbled, voice rich with amusement. “It seems my pet has been… pampered.”
He leaned back against the throne, setting aside the goblet, arms crossing leisurely over his chest. His eyes gleamed, sharp and knowing, as they lingered on Link. “And you did a fine job, daughters. Truly.”
The sisters grinned proudly, brushing imaginary dust from their hands.
“We made him ready for you, Father. Don’t you think he looks better like this?” one said, stepping closer to show off the sparkles in his hair and the shimmer along his cheeks.
“Indeed,” Ganon said, voice low and teasing.
Link shifted his weight awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of his tunic as his eyes moved carefully between them.
“Painted… you could almost pass for one of my desert concubines now, little Hero.”
He glanced at the daughters, who laughed softly, clearly pleased at the comparison.
“He does! Look at him!” one cried, brushing a strand of golden hair from his face. “Our little hero turned into a proper Gerudo beauty!”
Link wanted to glare, to scoff, to remind them he wasn’t some doll to be dressed and praised. He was a knight!
One daughter stepped closer to Link, tapping his shoulder lightly. “Father, will the Hero be joining us in the war?”
“He’ll fight for you, won’t he? Surely he won’t mind testing himself against the enemies of our land?” a second added.
Link remained silent, tilting his head slightly, attentive but unreadable.
Ganon’s dark amusement shifted subtly as he watched the Hero’s silent observation.
“I cannot say…” he purred, a sly edge in his voice.
“Perhaps our little Hero needs time to adjust…” His eyes lingered on Link, sharp.
The daughters squealed softly, circling around Link once more, laughter bright, witchy, and electric. He remained silent, yet the warmth in his chest returned.
Ganon’s grin deepened, eyes glinting with amusement. “Come to me,” he commanded softly.
Link obeyed without a sound, stepping forward until he stood before the throne.
One of the daughters moved gracefully to her father’s side, her jeweled nails catching the light as she reached out.
Ganon handed her his goblet without so much as glancing her way—his gaze remained fixed on Link.
She took it with a sly smile, stepping back as Link hesitated, then slowly settled onto the warlord’s lap. The warmth of Ganon’s body enveloped him, firm and commanding.
“Now,” Ganon murmured, voice rich with amusement, “Tell me, little one—will you stand beside me when the blood starts to flow, or sit on the sidelines, pretty and painted, cheering your master on?”
Link stayed quiet, tilting his head slightly, a flicker of longing in his eyes. He knew war was coming—something bigger, darker than before. The thought of being left behind made his chest ache. He wanted to be at his master’s side—to become worthy of the title “Hero” that Ganon had claimed for him.
Yet he bit his lip, shy and embarrassed. He didn’t like being put on the spot, not with all of King Ganon’s beautiful, formidable daughters watching.
One of the daughters stepped forward, her long hair flowing and a wicked grin curling her lips. With a flick of her wrist, a sword appeared in her hand as if drawn from the air itself.
The blade gleamed in the light, its edge faintly humming with desert magic. She twirled it casually, the tip tracing dangerous patterns before leaning in to show it off to Link.
“Do you see this?” she asked, her voice playful but edged with steel. “We didn’t come here just to look pretty. We came to fight, to spill blood for Father. Will our little Hero join us… or watch and marvel?”
Link’s gaze followed the blade, his hands clenching slightly in his lap. He didn’t speak, didn’t flinch. But something stirred in him—an awareness of power, danger, and the undeniable thrill that came from being so close to them.
Ganon’s dark chuckle rumbled again, low and approving. “Ah,” he said, pulling Link closer with one arm.
“He may be silent, but I see it in his eyes—the Hero will not be content to cheer from the sidelines for long.”
The daughters laughed softly, circling closer again, their presence sharp.
Link stayed still, silent, but his chest warmed again at the mix of attention, danger, and the playful cruelty that seemed to bind them all together.
One of them tapped the flat of her sword against Link’s knee, playful but edged with promise. “Perhaps we’ll give you a private lesson next time, Hero,” she said, smirking. “You can watch how real warriors dance.”
Ganon’s chuckle rolled low and deep in his chest. “Enough,” he said, though there was no real bite to it. “Go. Take what I’ve left for you—enough rupies for your adventures—and spread that fire elsewhere before you burn down my hall.”
The daughters bowed their heads immediately, though their eyes gleamed with mischief.
The eldest snapped her fingers, and in a swirl of sand and shimmer, their weapons vanished—swallowed by the same magic that had summoned them.
“Father…” one of them said, a clever grin spreading across her beautiful features. “May I borrow your golden goblet for the road?”
Ganon’s eyes glinted, dark amusement flickering across his features. He waved one hand in a lazy, almost dismissive gesture. “Take it,” he said smoothly, voice low and teasing. “I know full well it will not return.”
“We’ll take our leave, Father,” another said. “There’s still so much of Hyrule left to see. So many interesting people to meet.”
“Or torment,” a third added brightly, earning a ripple of laughter from the others.
Ganon leaned back in his throne, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Go then, my warrior princesses. Let the Hylians feel the breath of the desert before the storm arrives.”
And with a swirl of color and beauty, the daughters turned toward the massive doors. Their laughter followed them, bright and cruel, echoing off the throne room walls as they strode away in unison.
“Farewell, Link,” one called over her shoulder, her voice edged with wicked amusement. “We’ll be keeping an eye on you… don’t disappoint us on the battlefield.”
And with that the great doors closed behind them with a heavy, echoing thud.
Now the room was deathly silent, the lively presence and energy of the sisters gone, and Link realized with a start that he hadn’t even learned a single one of their names. He found himself quietly wishing they had shared them with him.
…
Ganon sat there for a few minutes with Link curled in his arms, his hand massaging the boy’s scalp in silent affection, until the silence finally broke and he murmured, low and velvety, “Now… it seems we have a moment to ourselves.”
His hand drifted to the edge of the younger’s tunic, fingers brushing the fabric before slowly lifting it. He traced the soft skin beneath, slow and deliberate.
“They made a beautiful mess of you,” he purred.
Link smiled slightly; it was odd to see his lord in such a good mood. He guessed all fathers—even warlords—love their daughters, especially when they’re just like them: powerful, cunning, and sharp… true witches in every sense.
Ganon’s hand moved higher, lifting his tunic further to expose his chest. The cool air made him shiver as the warlord’s caress continued.
He leaned into his king’s touch but gasped when the larger man tugged upon one of his pert nipples—and then the next.
“They may not produce milk, but they are plenty good enough to suck upon,” Ganon teased.
Link hissed at the sting, his face blooming red. Eyes squeezing shut, he fought to hold on to some tiny piece of control as his body trembled beneath the sensation.
“Let’s get you out of these suffocating garments. They do not suit your new look,” Ganon teased once more.
The warlord moved fast and with purpose, a rough kiss aimed at Link’s neck, large strong arms lifting the Hylian’s tunic up and over his head.
“Up,” he commanded, hands wrapping around his waist, effortlessly lifting the sitting boy to stand.
Link sunk into the Gerudo’s embrace. He was no stranger to the Gerudo’s raw strength and it felt good to be handled.
“I’m sure you could give me some beautiful children,” he heard the overlord whisper.
Link breath hitched, It was a…..lewd thought.
But the idea awoke something strange in him.
He confidently tried to pry the Gerudo’s fingers from his hips—and, to his surprise, Ganon actually let him go.
The warlord yielded to Link’s silent command.
And though the power he held was small, it sparked a mischievous thrill in Link’s chest.
He moved just out of his kings grasp , just enough to bend over and spread his cheeks, revealing his tight, aching hole, his soft sack peeking between his legs.
Ganon chuckled softly at the display. “Beautiful,” he whispered under his breath.
Link didn’t acknowledge the praise, instead sinking his pointer into his moist, swollen hole for good measure.
Ganondorf slid a hand down, opening his trousers and pulling out his large, rigid cock that had been suffocating in his pants.
“Come, sink onto my cock,” the Gerudo demanded, but Link only shook his hips in response.
Ganon raised an eye in interest. “Little tease,” he said.
Link turned his head back to sexily smile at the demon lord. It was odd how sexy he felt—hair done and makeup so exquisite.
“You need another quick stretch, my love,” the warlord growled, changing tactics.
Link shook his head.
“………Come and ride my cock, Link,” Ganon demanded once more.
Link responded by giving his bubbly but a soft slap. Ganondorf was playing his game and he felt impeccable.
“You’re getting bold,” Ganon muttered, eyes narrowing. “Is that pretty face giving you the courage to defy me?” Ganon said eyeing him with a serious stare.
And Link stared back confidently.
He wasn’t sure if Ganon was serious or not, but at this moment it didn’t matter to him.
He wiggled his hips again.
He would make his master work for it.
He would stay just a little out of his reach.
If they wanted to dress him like a woman, then he would act like a woman—and a respectable woman would make a man work for it.
A deep, territorial growl rumbled from behind him as the king seized Link’s hips—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise—and yanked him backward.
Before Link could even inhale, Ganon stood, lifting him completely off the ground, hands locked around Link’s hips as if he were nothing more than a light bundle to be carried.
Link dangled in the air, legs hanging open, toes scrabbling at emptiness. He was suspended—his body forced into the perfect angle for Ganon to use.
The Hylian grabbed at his lord’s steel-hard fingers, struggling to break free once more.
It wasn’t fair—he wanted to keep playing.
He kicked at the empty air, fully aware of the small, frustrated fit he was throwing.
Ganon’s cock pressed on regardless, pushing forward, already breaching his swollen sphincter.
And then Ganon thrusted upward.
Link’s entire body jolted, a silent scream ripping up his throat—only his come-slicked hole spared him from tearing.
The impact knocked the breath right out of him; he couldn’t brace, couldn’t hold on, couldn’t ground himself on anything except the iron grip around his hips.
Ganon growled from behind him, the sound deep enough to vibrate through Link’s spine.
“Pretty little thing,” he rumbled, voice thick with mocking affection.
“Did you get your makeup fixed up just to be fucked stupid?”
Link groaned in frustration at the larger’s words —but his mind kept snapping apart each time Ganon slammed up into him, each thrust punching deep enough to make his vision swim.
Ganon shifted his grip to dig his blunt nails painfully into the smaller’s waist .
“Hands,” he ordered.
Link cried out but obeyed instantly—he knew what his king wanted.
His trembling hands lifted to his own chest, fingers searching until they found his nipples. He pinched them the way Ganon had done a few minutes ago—hard and deliberate.
Ganon chuckled darkly behind him, thrusting upward grazing his prostate as Link gasped. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”
Link tried. Gods, he tried. His fingers kept working his own nipples even as his arms shook violently, even as Ganon’s brutal rhythm made his whole body jolt in the air.
Every pinch sent another jolt down to his cock, mixing with the relentless pounding from below until pleasure and pain tangled into one burning, unbearable sensation.
His cock swung helplessly, stiff and dripping, flushed an obscene red from the strain.
“Look at you,” Ganon snarled. “Hanging here like a toy. Just like last night. Bent over, legs spread, taking me like you were made for it.”
Heat shot through Link’s body—humiliation.
Yes! He was being used the same way… again……
A whimper—barely a breath—escaped him as he pinched his nipples harder, desperate to obey.
I love being his pet. I love being used. I love—
Another thrust, devastating and deep, made him gasp.
—but I don’t want to be only this…
His thoughts spiraled wildly, crashing into each other between the impacts of Ganon’s hips.
I want to be more. I want him to see more. I want to go to war at his side—not just this.
Ganon slammed up into him again, harder, making his fingers slip—then tighten again around his sore nubs, squeezing through the pain.
“Good,” Ganon growled. “Keep touching them. You look so beautiful… yet so pathetic.”
Link trembled at the words, eyes fixed on the ceiling as his body jerked with every thrust. The pleasure tore through him, so intense it nearly hurt, splitting him in two.
All he could do was shudder, taking every brutal strike as his master dominated him without mercy.
Then, suddenly—without warning—he broke completely. His head snapped back, teeth clenched, his body trembling with devilish delight.
He moaned uncontrollably, hands still tugging on his raw buds as his masters’s thick cock literally punched the come out of him. It sprayed freely from the throne -splattering across the stone beneath.
Link hung there, utterly spent.
He thought he couldn’t feel anything more—but he knew Ganon wasn’t finished. He could still feel his master’s thick rod imbedded deep within his guts.
A animalistic, low growl rolled from the warlord behind him. It was the type of growl that signaled the end. Complete submission.
He clenched and unclenched his hole in nervous excitement.
The Gerudo king’s nails dug even harder into his hips, causing Link to groan in pain, as he was lifting slightly higher and angled perfectly for the final, punishing thrusts.
Link’s eyes rolled back when Ganon finally withdrew only to plunge into him with a brutal, powerful stab that was aimed at his tender prostate.
He let out a long moan, eyes focused on his untouched swollen cock as it offered a steady drool of come without a orgasam.
Ganon slammed up into him again, harder, punishing, relentless, dragging every cry, every gasp from Link’s throat.
“Take it,” Ganon growled loudly, grinding deeper with a fierce, shaking need. “Take all of me, Link—there is no one I want more than you.”
The moment the words left him, the demon King’s body stiffened. The words hung in the air as if the truth had slipped out before he could stop it.
Link’s eyes watered at the Gerudo’s words. He wanted to tell Ganondorf how much he wanted him as well—how much he… he loved him.
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes glistening, trying desperately to meet Ganon’s gaze, but the angle and his position kept him from seeing his face.
“You think you’re pretty?” The warlord suddenly snarled, voice thick and cruel, desperate to cover the slip. “With your painted face and your soft little body?”
He yanked Link harder against him—sneering.
His hips snapped forward brutally.
“Pretty enough to make me say things I shouldn’t,” he hissed, anger folding over the truth he’d let escape. “Don’t you dare think it meant anything.”
Another vicious thrust followed, as if he could bury his words with sheer force.
He held Link suspended like that, degrading him, pounding him—every brutal movement proving he would rather break Link than admit what he felt.
But link already heard….
*There is no one I want more than you*
Link’s vision blurred at the words—his body jolting in raw response. A helpless cry tore out of him as he came again; his untouched cock spilled no seed, yet the pleasure still ripped through him all the same.
The shudder tightened the boy’s hole,
squeezing Ganon in a perfect, desperate grip.
The Gerudo king froze mid-thrust, a low, primal rumble tearing from his chest as the pressure dragged him over the edge.
With one brutal, final slam—Ganon came, his whole body seizing as he spilled into the Hylian.
Link whimpered, back arching, as his master’s release flooded him, filling him so deep and so much that his lower belly pushed outward under the strain.
It hurt—sharp, stretching, unmistakable—
and yet it was a pain he had grown to crave… one he now welcomed.
Link gasped for air, chest heaving, his body still twitching around Ganon as the last waves of pleasure wracked through him.
Ganon, meanwhile, exhaled sharply, his breathing steadying as the haze of release faded from his eyes. Without ceremony—or warning—he pulled back with a rough, messy slide, letting Link drop.
The Hylian gasped at the sudden loss of support, hitting the ground on his knees, struggling to catch his breath as come slid down his thighs.
Ganon didn’t look at him. Instead, he bent down, snatched up Link’s tunic from the floor, and held it just out of reach like it offended him.
“Tch.”
He used the boy’s clothes to wipe his hand and his come-covered cock, then, without a hint of hesitation, tucked his cock back into his robes.
“Clean yourself,” Ganon growled, his voice flat and cold. “You disgusting little harlot.”
Link’s eyes widened, wet and stinging. The words hurt—more than they should have, especially after what Ganon had just said… after the way he’d held him. His throat trembled with a sound he couldn’t voice.
Ganon thrust the tunic against his chest, but didn’t let go—forcing Link to look up at him.
“And don’t put it on,” he snapped. “You’re going to my chamber exactly like this. Naked. Filthy!.”
Link swallowed hard around a silent sob, nodding quickly, obediently. He clutched the tunic tight to his chest—not to wear, but to hold like he’d been told.
He didn’t understand what he did wrong.
He didn’t know why it changed so fast.
He only knew he had to obey.
Link rose shakily to his feet, tears still running down his cheeks, and turned toward the door—leaving a trail of his master’s seed as he began the humiliating walk to Ganon’s chamber.
Ganon didn’t say another word.
But Link could feel the heat of his stare burning into his back anyway.