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Even as cum splatters across her face, those emerald eyes continue to burn into the Gerudo King with contempt. She reaches up, and his eyes narrowed as she caressed his cheek, that thrice damned smirk playing on her lips.
Why?, he thinks, gritting his teeth as he grips her hips tightly, ready to plow into her again. Why won't she cry? Beg? Plead? Why won't she break?
"What a fool,” She chuckles, her words reigniting the fire within him. "As easy to read as a book."
He sinks his teeth into her shoulder, plunging into her sopping hole with a wet squelch. He allows himself a satisfied grin as her arms wrap around his neck and the warm, coppery taste of her blood fills his mouth.
"And as easy to play as-"
"Enough." Ganondorf cuts her off with a growl, pressing her deeper into the sweat and cum soaked sheets. "What does a slutty little brat know?"
The laugh. That smirk. How-
"How you wish to wipe that smirk off my face? That is what you are thinking now, is it not?"
What?
"I know you, False King Ganondorf. I know everything you think. Everything you will do. And everything you want to do. I know, Ganondorf, because the one in control here is this 'slutty little brat'."
Ganondorf tries to pull back, but her grip on him tightens. What is this? He tries to school his expression with that of indifference even as his mind races.
"You have no idea how many times you've been here, do you?" She asks, running her fingers through his hair and tugging his head back enough to pepper kisses along his throat.
"How many times you've graced my chambers? Bloodied my sheets? Left me filled and bruised? Degraded me? Defiled me?" She punctuated each question with a nip, the Gerudo frozen in confusion.
"Quite simply, as many times as it pleases me. Your domineering attitude is adorable, you know. But these times you freeze? Oh, those are the best. Because a False King such as yourself cannot know all. And that is why you are a fool."
No. This is a trick. Certainly-
Zelda presses her lips to his, forcing her tongue past his teeth when he hisses in shock at the sharp pain in his lower lip. When he pulls away, a trail of spit tinged red connects them as she licks her lips.
"Now. Let's play again." She says, holding her hand out. The last thing Ganondorf sees are those emerald eyes filled with something he couldn't place, and that mischievous smirk he hated with all his being.
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“You aren’t fooling anyone, you know.”
The King of the Gerudo paused outside the chambers of Rauru and his Queen Sonia, as from behind a pillar stood the strange young woman they claimed was their guest. Zelda, he recalled, a woman with a strange air about her, as if she were more than just a guest from far away.
“I know not what you mean, girl.” He replies, moving past her. He had sent his entourage ahead after his show of fealty to the King and Queen of Hyrule, so it was just him alone in the corridor with this… Guest.
“I know what you’re after. You will never succeed.”
He scoffs at her words, but is made to stop as she steps into his path. Though small in stature, she glowers up at the towering man, a hint of something… hungry… in her eyes. He meets her steady gaze with his own. The air is tense, neither yielding to the other.
“It is almost impressive for such a frail Hyrulian such as yourself to stand before me. However, your words mean nothing to me. I have no schemes, no plots. I only wish to combine the might of the Gerudo with the forces of Hyrule under one banner.”
She scoffs, crossing her arms as if she didn’t believe his words. How dare this runt challenge his intentions?
“Fine then. Come to my chambers tonight. You may try to convince me of your loyalty to Hyrule then.”
It was his turn to scoff, straightening his back to bring himself to his full, towering height. Who was she to make demands of him? Who was she to convince of his intent?
“And why, pray, should I do that?”
“Because I have the ear of the King of Hyrule.” She says simply, her eyes traveling down his body as she speaks, lingering at his waist before shifting back up to his once more. “And I’m sure you would want to take advantage of that. A guest held in such esteem, suspicious of one who just pledged fealty? All it would take is one word from me and have all the swords in the kingdom turned against you. Pray, is that not a good reason to convince me?”
This brat…
The Gerudo King bit back the remark eager to slip from his tongue.
“Then would it not be polite for such an ‘Esteemed Guest’ to introduce herself? Or is it simply a habit to threaten men into your chambers under the cover of darkness?”
She smiles, and the sight of it fills him with an unexplained anger.
“I suppose it would be polite. But make no mistake, Lord Ganondorf, it is not a threat. It is merely… Advice. That I highly encourage you to take.”
Advice. Bah. Ganondorf was no stranger to the Games of the Court, and her attempts at playing were pitiful. But play he would, hoping at least to be entertained. With a short bow, he offered his hand.
“I suppose the advice of the one with the King’s ear is best heard at least once. Tell me, Advisor. What shall I call you?”
“Zelda.” She replies, placing her hand in his. It’s small, cool against his palm as he closes his fingers around it.
“Advisor Zelda, then. I shall see you in your chambers. Tonight.”
“Indeed you will.” She says slyly, giving him the directions before pulling her hand away. She lingers for a moment, giving him a more open once over, before turning on her heel and striding away.
“Advisor Zelda.” He scoffs openly once she is out of sight, spitting at where she so recently stood. “What an annoying brat. I’ll have to see to it that she isn’t a bother.”
As requested, once the sun had set Ganondorf knocked upon the chamber door he had been directed to, noting how empty this particular wing was. No guards, no servants. No witnesses. It was almost too perfect.
“You’re exactly on time.” A familiar voice greeted him as the door opened, the small, delicate hand he held earlier beckoning him inside. He surveyed his new surroundings as the door closed behind him. A single large bed, a night stand with a glass and pitcher of water. One wall was lined with books, the other a large balcony with heavy drapes to keep the cool night air out. It was well lit, with a table in the middle of the room with two mugs of steaming liquid awaiting them.
“Punctuality is the bare minimum, Advisor.” He turned to look at the woman who invited him in, eyes widening in surprise before he could help himself as he took in her attire.
“What is it?” She asked, hands busy taking down her braids. “Do make yourself comfortable. I assume tea is alright?”
She strode, nay, sauntered past him in nothing but a light robe, sitting at the far end of the table with a satisfied huff once the braids were undone, cascading down and framing her face in light golden waves.
“Well?” She gestured across from her. Ganondorf, having regained his composure, took his proffered seat. “Good, now. Tea? Do you take sugar? Honey? Milk?”
“What are you playing at, Advisor Zelda?” The woman across from him did not answer but instead continued to chat about the tea she had selected, the options of sweeteners, all things he cared little about. “I ask again, what are you playing at? I have very little patience for games.”
She only fixed her cup, seemingly ignoring his words as she stirred. Only once she was satisfied and took a long sip did she speak again.
“I really think you should try it, Lord Ganondorf. I’m sure it will be to your liking.”
How he wanted to sweep the dishes off the table and grab her, demand answers, shake her-
“Yes, yes, you’ve done well holding your temper thus far. I’m merely teasing you.” She giggled, setting down her cup and crossing her leg. “So, you are here to take my advice, yes?”
“Indeed, as you have so strongly suggested.” Ganondorf resisted rolling his eyes, doing well to contain his annoyance. “I am here to see why someone I have never met seems to think so little of me.”
She hums in thought, gazing into her drink. “I suppose because I have encountered your kind before. Strong. Ambitious. We had stories of… Men like that… Where I grew up.”
“And where was it you grew up?” He prompted, hoping to uncover some of the mystery around this guest of the King.
She smiles again, gesturing to the drink in front of him. “I insist. It really is quite delicious.”
With a massive hand, he pushed the drink away. “No, thank you.”
“Ah, shame. I hoped it’d be different this time.” She mused, taking another sip. Before he could ask what she meant, she continued. “You see, I’ve always been curious about the men in those stories. They say to beware those with ambitions so grand they would drown the sun and plunge the world into darkness if it meant they alone could be the light. And really, what is more prosperous than a man with his own Kingdom? The sole male in a sea of women ordained by the Goddesses to rule them? Would that not be enough for most?”
Ganondorf narrowed his eyes.
“And yet, for one who most would think has everything already, you declare your loyalty to and resign yourself to the service of another? Would one not think that odd?”
“A desert kingdom is a harsh place. Though we make do, there is no harm in joining hands with one that could make life for my people easier. And in exchange, the treasures of the desert are theirs.” Oh, if only it wasn’t beneath him to roll his eyes at such a question. She seemed at least interested in his words, but as he spoke he noticed how the shoulder of her robe began to slip.
“I see. I suppose that is a good reason. And it would make it easier for your women to find husbands as well?”
He gives a curt nod. “No man, aside from myself, is allowed in Gerudo Town. There are small outposts where travelers can rest and conduct business, but having the freedom to come and go from kingdom to kingdom as they please would only boost their morale.”
She hums in thought again, sitting in silence as she finishes her drink.
“Is that sufficient?” He asks through clenched teeth and she looks up at him, nodding once. “Then I have a question for you, O Advisor.”
“Please, Zelda is just fine.” She waves her hand at the use of such a title, the movement freeing her shoulder completely of her robe and making no moves to fix it. “What is this question?”
She looks at him expectantly, as if she knows whatever it is he is going to ask.
“Do you mean to cause a scandal? Inviting a foreign king into your chambers? Meeting him scarcely dressed under the guise of a thinly veiled threat to the wellbeing of his kingdom?”
Her laughter rings like windchimes, getting to her feet and walking over to him.
“A scandal? Lord Ganondorf, if I meant to cause a scandal, there would be guards at the very least outside this chamber. Your path here would not have been free of prying eyes and ears. I would never have confronted you alone. No, I have no need for a scandal. I simply wanted to see how easily you would give into my request. For better or worse, the King wants to keep you close. I just want to keep you… closer.”
“What?”
“Ah, I suppose you think of me as a silly little twit?” She asks, pushing herself onto his lap. “A foolish girl that is in over her head? Trying to prove something?” She drags a finger across the jewelry dangling from his neck, the body warmed metal jingling slightly. “I suppose I am foolish in your eyes, trying to provoke you and all.”
Ganondorf grabs her hand, once again swallowing it in his own. “Explain yourself, girl.” He demands, all pretense gone as she trails a finger from her free hand down his chest.
“One night.” She gazes up at him with that same hunger she had in the hall, no, more intense than then. “Spend this one night with me. You can do whatever you want. And, if you find it agreeable, we can meet again. And again. And again.”
Surely this was some sort of game. Guards would be in at any moment and everything he had worked for so far would be ruined.
“I assure you, no one will interrupt. You have nothing to fear, though I can’t imagine a great king like yourself fearing much of anything. Unless… You actually are planning something untowards the Kingdom?”
No. No, he wouldn’t allow this girl to throw a wrench in his plans.
“Anything I want?” He asks, crooking a finger under her chin and making her face him. “And you will have no complaints?”
“None.”
“No second guesses?”
“No.”
“No regrets?”
“No regrets.”
“Then we have a deal.” He tips her head back further, placing his lips against the delicate flesh of her throat. What a joke this kingdom is if their ruler would allow such a whore into their court. What are the odds she had seduced their king the same way she had attempted to seduce him? Ah, would that mean the Queen would also be so easy? Or maybe she was simply unaware of what her husband did in the shadows? Regardless, Ganondorf was so lost in thought as he let his hands explore under Zelda’s robe that he didn’t catch what she said. Instead, his thoughts were filled with how he should go about her. If she would present herself as a whore, she should be treated as such. But a Royal Whore…
“Come now, you can do better than that.” She chides, tangling her fingers in his mane of fiery orange hair. “Make it worth it.”
Ah, he thought, a Royal Whore is still just a whore.
Discarding her robe, the Gerudo lifted her off his lap with ease, instead pressing her face first into the table. The sudden movements knocked the tea set to the ground, the sound of shattering china giving him some petty satisfaction as she hissed as the coolness of the wooden surface against her bare chest. Her breasts were squished under her as he fisted her golden locks, turning her head to the side as he trailed a finger down her back. He took a moment to drink in her naked form, pale skin unmarred by strife or hardship, small yet plump breasts that just barely spilled out to the sides. He remembered the feel of her nipples, small and tender, and couldn’t wait to feel them between his teeth. His hand traveled lower, cupping her plump bottom, his fingers sinking into her flesh and earning a small moan. Lower still, he could see tufts of blond hair between her legs, feel the heat radiating from her pussy as the flickering lights illuminated her glistening folds.
“You’ve been waiting for this.”
It wasn’t a question, nor did she answer as if it were one. Instead, she pushed back, a thin string of slick dripping from her.
“What a disgusting creature you are.” Ganondorf shook his head, moving his fingers closer before stopping a hair's breadth from her entrance. “Ah, I nearly forgot.” He brings his fingers to his mouth, carefully removing his adornments with his teeth and setting them on the table next to her. “It wouldn’t do to get my rings dirty with the likes of you.”
He plunged his fingers into her then, unsure if his actions or his words were what made her shiver, nor did he really care. She swallowed the two digits with ease, walls hot and tight as he worked her open. Though, truthfully, not much work had to be done with how eager she was. Soon she was taking a third and even fourth finger, her juices dripping down his wrist as she shook against the table.
“C-Come now…” She started, her voice shaky.
“Silence. I grow tired of your words.” He huffed, shoving fingers into her mouth as well. “There are better uses for that mouth of yours.”
Though her face was now covered by her hair, Ganondorf could tell she took some pleasure from the act, her lips closing around the intrusion and sucking eagerly, her tongue gliding around them with surprising skill. It would seem there were indeed better uses for her than speaking.
“What a talent you have there.” He mused, grinding his fingers into her up to the knuckle. “It looks like you take things well from both ends. Let’s see if you’re a hole fit for a king.”
It feels like she tries to speak around his fingers. Instead of entertaining her attempts, he simply shoves them further into her mouth, pressing her tongue down and causing her to gag and convulse around him. Something warm and wet flows from her and down his arm, and he pulls away with disgust.
“Did you truly just come from the mention of being used?” He spat, and she shivers on the table, legs weak as her orgasm wracks her body. “Truly a vile creature.”
“And yet… You were wondering if this ‘vile creature’... is a hole fit for a king?” She pants, waving her hips at him. “So then what does that make you, O King?”
“I told you to be silent!” Ganondorf snarls as he grabs a massive fist full of her hair. “I shall teach you to speak out of line.” Pulling her by her scalp across the room, her hands grip and pull at his though she does not cry out. “A filthy thing like you should be silent and content with your place.”
“And where is this ‘place’ of mine, King of the Desert?” There is the barest hint of laughter in her voice, and it sets his nerves on end.
“On your back.” He answers, throwing her to the bed. When she tries to sit up, he grabs her ankle, pulling her back down as if she were nothing and turning her so her head dangled off the side. She tries to move, but he plants his foot on her chest, pinning her in place. “That is the proper place for all whores, after all.”
She does stay silent then, watching eagerly as he sets his blade down beside her and undoes his waist sash, allowing the fabric to fall around his hips and taking the pants down with them until she can see the matching trail of fiery hair from his navel. She follows it with her eyes until it meets the thick, coarse hair atop what he can rightly assume she had been waiting for this whole time.
“You don’t deserve this.” He sighs, freeing himself of the constricting confines of his trousers. “Alas, you are here to service me.” He gives himself a long, slow stroke, still only at half mast. Glancing down at her, he gives another, squeezing a bead of precum on to her cheek before pulling back to skin to free the glistening head of his cock. “So serve you shall. Open.”
She does so obediently and, lifting his foot from her chest, he smears the tip across her lips before slowly sliding past them. She flattens her tongue, allowing him to ease inch after inch towards the back of her throat. He allowed himself a surprised grunt. She seemed proud of herself having taken him thus far, her eyes closed as she hummed contently around him. How naive. Gripping her shoulders, he continues to press forward until he can no longer see her face, until the tight ring in the back of her throat gives way and his tip is squeezed almost painfully. He can see the outline of himself in her throat, how she tries to swallow, to breathe around it. She begins to flail, grabbing at his arms, scratching at him.
“Shhhh, shh shh shh…” He shushes her, feeling her mouth stretch to its limits as he grows harder, the bulge larger. “Almost… there…” Her struggles grow weaker, her nails leaving thin red lines across his dark flesh before they slow to a stop. “Almost…” He presses on. Just a little more. A little… more…
Her hands fall away, her throat no longer clenching around him as he feels her nose against his heavy sack. With a shuddering sigh, he allows himself a moment to rest.
“There we go. You lasted longer than I thought you would.” He frees her shoulders, rubbing against himself in her throat. “Though, I suppose you can’t hear me now, can you?”
He begins to pull back, freeing her airway once again. After a few moments, color begins to return to her face and she bolts upright, gasping and sputtering as tears and snot run down her face.
“Ah, we’re just getting started. Open.” Ganondorf pulls her back down, smearing tears and spit across her lips before forcing her mouth open once more. He isn’t as merciful the second time, squeezing her throat with a massive hand as he feeds her his cock. Once fully sheathed down her gullet, he pulls back enough that she can catch the barest of breaths before plunging back into her. Again and again, he fucks her mouth, letting her get just enough air in between to avoid passing out again.
“You aren’t a bad hole so far.” He admits, glancing down her body. Her hands have since stopped clawing at him, instead busying themselves playing with her breasts. He watches as she squeezes them, the dark tips of her nipples just as small and abusable as he imagined peeking between her fingers. Lower still, she squeezes her thighs together, the sounds of her wetness mingling with the sloppy sounds of her throat being violated.
“But you are such a poor excuse for a woman. Look at you.” He finally slides his dick completely free of her gullet, wiping spit and precum across her face as she gulps down air. “Toying with yourself while choking down my cock? How many times have you cum?” He forces her legs apart, running a hand over the sticky blond hairs doing their best to protect her quivering mound. “Twice? Thrice?” He spreads her open, pushing down on her chest as she arches off of the bed into his touch. “How ill mannered. To think you have any right to enjoy yourself thus?”
He pulls his hand back, bringing it down with a wet smack across her folds. Zelda arches, crying out, and Ganondorf uses it as an opportunity to silence her once more with his cock.
“No, no. You don’t get to complain now when you’ve been enjoying yourself thus far.” He scolds, smacking her pussy once more. He fucks her face in ernest now, spanking her twitching cunt every time she reaches for her breasts, his hand, every time it feels as if she tries to protest. “A hole should shut up and be used.” Smack. “Until the user.” Smack. “Has had.” Smack. “His fill.”
Eventually, his fill is had. With a long, low groan, he grips her throat once more, fucking into it as he pumps his load with near certainty directly into her stomach. Zelda tenses under him, squeezing her legs together despite how her thighs and lips sting from the beating they just took. When the thick stream of cum finally lessens he fully dislodges himself, the last few strings spraying across her face. With a chuckle, he forces her legs apart once more. She tries to clench them shut, anticipating another painful swat, but instead arches as two fingers plunge into her, pulling a painful, messy orgasm from her.
“Never let it be said that I am not generous. Even to a lowly hole such as you.” With a smirk, he pulls another from her, the back to back orgasms, combined with the asphyxiation, leaving her a delirious, heaving mess, squirming and twitching on sheets wet with sweat and cum.
“Have you nothing to say to me?” He asks, wiping his fingers on her stomach. “I believe a ‘thank you’ is not too much to ask?”
“Ah.” He pauses, raising an eyebrow as she smiles almost drunkenly up at him from her upside-down position. “Thank you? No, no, I should be saying ‘you’re welcome’, O King.” She laughs, rolling onto her stomach. “Surely that isn’t all? I’d hate to return to King Rauru to let him know this is the reason he has nothing to worry about?”
The way her eyes gleamed as she spoke nearly snapped something in Ganondorfs’ mind. Was she calling him inadequate? He could have killed her then. He should have. He’s done so for less.
“You do not learn, do you?” He growls, snatching her up by her throat. “I am not to be trifled with.”
“And yet…” She clears her throat. “I trifle.” The way the lights flicker casts her face into darkness, only those brilliant green orbs visible. “So? Are you going to show me something to worry about?”
With a roar, he throws her onto the bed once more, this time with enough force that her head knocks against the headboard. As she gathers herself, he drags her back, fingers digging into her bruised thighs as he forces one leg to either side of his. With one hand pressing her face into the mattress and the other gripping her hip tight, he forces himself inside, stretching her all at once to accommodate his size.
“The proper thing for a whore to do…” He growls into her ear, laying his full weight on her tiny frame. “Is to beg sweetly for my cock.”
“Why beg for something you’d give so easily?” She pants as the air is pushed from her lungs. “Sounds like the real whore here is you.”
She utters a breathless laugh that turns quickly into a pleasured cry as his teeth sink into the back of her neck.
“What’s the matter, Whore King? Struck a nerve?”
He grips her tight, fucking her in a way that would make how he used her throat seem tender. Still, she cries out in glee, gripping the sheets as if they were her lifeline. Each viscous thrust, vile word, and wicked bite pulling cries of excitement and pleasure from her and frustrating the Gerudo King to no end.
It doesn’t seem to take long before he coats her insides with his seed. The swelling only served to make her pussy impossibly hot and tight, and the convulsions as orgasm after orgasm washed over her would have ended a lesser man much sooner. As if she could sense he was close, Zelda reached back, grabbing a handful of Ganondorfs hair and muttering something incomprehensible. Thrusting as deeply into her as he could, Zelda arched into him, one final squeeze sending him over the edge as he filled her once tight cunt with his cum.
But that wasn’t it just yet. Sitting back, Ganondorf grabbed Zelda by her shoulder, turning her onto her back.
“Does the Whore King… Wish to look me in the eye now?”
“Shut. Up.” Whatever mask of composure he had slipped long ago as he fell deeper and deeper into whatever this mess was she had made for the two of them. “Just shut up you filthy, stupid, slutty little brat.”
The way she looked at him made the King’s stomach knot. The longing and expectation in her gaze wasn’t what he hoped for or expected. Never had he met someone so truly… Deviant.
“Oh, keep that up and I’m definitely keeping you.” She sighs dreamily, reaching for his face. Ganondorf pulls back instead, grabbing her ankles and pressing them back towards her ears to practically fold her in half.
“Shut UP! Why do you keep TALKING!?” He roars, and she… Laughs.
“Because it makes you fuck me better. You wouldn’t be nearly as fun if you weren’t so angry.”
There's a moment of silence where the crackle of the candles feels deafening.
“You feel it, don’t you?” She asks, gazing up at him from between her legs. “There’s something between us. It’s like… We were made for each other. But not for anything good. We were made to hate each other. To be repulsed by each other. And yet…”
“Just shut up.” Ganondorf refused to entertain such thoughts. He was simply here because he was curious. He had wanted to know how well she could play the games of the court, and when she failed, he simply used a whore as a whore. That was it. There was nothing between them. He didn’t feel some curious draw to her. Didn’t feel as if a part of a puzzle was missing. Nothing of the sort. He was a King taking what he wanted.
Zelda just chuckled, reaching to spread herself open for him, wincing at the tenderness of her entire lower half.
“Tell yourself whatever you want. But you can’t deny this at least.”
Ganondorf scowled, watching as his cum leaked out of her, how her whole body glistened in the light, how she shivered in anticipation.
“Fucks sake…” He muttered, sliding into her once more. She let a small ‘Oh!’ escape once he was fully hilted, gazing adoringly as the bulge his cock made in her stomach. “For such a decent fucktoy, you talk too much.” He complained, as if it would stop his hips from moving. “You are better used and not heard. If I wanted a conversation I’d find one. So why won’t you just stay quiet?”
“Ah… I already told you- AH!” Zelda choked out a gasp as Ganondorf roughly tweaked her nipple in a bid to silence her, doing his best to keep her in a position where talking would be difficult. He just needed to break her. Surely this would do it…
“Just shut up… And be fucked… Like a good fucking hole.” He growls between thrusts, tugging at her breasts when she dare try to speak again. “Holes don’t talk. They lay there and be used. And you get used so well.” She whines. “You love it. You can’t hide it. You can’t deny it. The mess you made from sucking my cock? From your punishment? How many times have you cum for me? Because of me?” She’s writhing at his words, and his hand moves to her clit, the barest brush sending her into convulsions from overstimulation. “Advisor? Esteemed guest? You’re nothing but a slut playing with royals.”
Another convulsion. He’s reaching his limit now as well, leaning down to nip at her bruised throat to hide his face.
“Admit it. This is what you were made for. I’m who you were made for. Stop defying me. Learn your place.”
Zelda’s eyes shoot open, soon rolling into the back of her head as her toes crack from how tightly they curl. Even pinned as she is, Ganondorf can barely contain her, contain himself as she clenches around him one final time, showering them both as she cums, crying out loudly. He’s right behind her, filling her as best he can as the force of her climax squeezes him out, finishing across her face with thick pale ropes of cum.
Surely, he thinks, panting as he finally looks up at her, surely that did it?
Even with cum splattered fresh across her face, those emerald eyes continue to burn into the Gerudo King with a look of depravity. She reached up, and his eyes narrowed as she caressed his cheek, that thrice damned smirk playing on her lips.
Why?, he thinks, gritting his teeth as he grips her hips tightly, ready to plow into her again. Why won't she cry? Beg? Plead? Why won't she break?
"What a fool,” She chuckles, her words reigniting the fire within him. "As easy to read as a book."
He sinks his teeth into her shoulder, plunging into her sopping hole with a wet squelch. He allows himself a satisfied grin as her arms wrap around his neck and the warm, coppery taste of her blood fills his mouth.
"And as easy to play as-"
"Enough." Ganondorf cuts her off with a growl, pressing her deeper into the sweat and cum soaked sheets. "What does a slutty little brat know?"
The laugh. That smirk. How-
"How you wish to wipe that smirk off my face? That is what you are thinking now, is it not?"
What?
"I know you, Whore King Ganondorf. I know everything you think. Everything you will do. And everything you want to do. I know, Ganondorf, because the one in control here is this 'slutty little brat'."
Ganondorf tries to pull back, but her grip on him tightens.
What is this? He thinks, clenching his teeth as he tries to school his expression with that of indifference even as his mind races.
“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” She asks, running her fingers through his hair and tugging his head back enough to pepper kisses along his throat.
“We’ve been here many times before. The bloodied sheets? The bruises? Leaving me used and abused?” Each question a nip against his exposed throat as the Gerudo sits frozen in confusion.
“And you, none the wiser. All bluster and bravado when we meet in the hall. You’re barely hidden contempt for some stranger that dares to doubt you. All of that falling away to show who you really are behind my closed doors.”
“And… What is that?” He asks, his arms stiff by his side. With every word she speaks with a voice smooth as velvet, more and more hairs stand up on end.
“A Whore King.” She replies simply. “And a foolish one at that.”
“No-” He lunges for her, but she slips in close and presses her lips to his. In his shock, Ganondorf unwittingly allows her to force her tongue past his teeth and he hisses at the sharp pain in his lower lip as she bites into it.
“No tricks.” She laughs as she pulls away, the sound echoing in his skull and making his head throb as a thin string of red tinted spit trails from his lips to hers. “Let’s play again, Whore King. I like this you the best so far, but I want to see what else you have in store for me.”
Ganondorf jumps to his feet, throwing the young woman off of him. But before he can grasp his sword, he is enveloped in a golden light and frozen in place. The last thing he sees before everything fades to black is Zelda’s outstretched bathed in the same golden light, her emerald eyes filled with what he now knew to be the most deviant lust, and a mischievous smirk he hated with all of his being.
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“You aren’t fooling anyone, you know.”
The King of the Gerudo paused outside the chambers of Rauru and his Queen Sonia, as from behind a pillar stood the strange young woman they claimed was their guest. Zelda, he recalled, a woman with a strange air about her, as if she were more than just a guest from far away…
As she approached, Ganondorf felt… hesitant. As if he were having a bout of Deja Vu.
“What do you want?” He keeps his eyes on her as she circles him slowly, not unlike a predator circling their prey.
“Oh… Nothing really. I just wanted to know…” She trails off, stopping in front of him with her hands behind her back.
“To know?” He didn’t like this, feeling like prey.
“Yes. To know if you wanted to talk with me again.”
A statement, not a question. Whatever it was she was getting at, she wasn’t giving him a choice. Guest or not, he couldn’t allow himself to be threatened in such a way.
“Oh, don’t bother. You always talk in the end.” She raises her hand as he reaches for his sword, a golden glow surrounding it. “I wonder how much fun you’ll be this time?”
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The King of the Gerudo paused outside the chambers of Rauru and his Queen Sonia, as from behind a pillar stood the strange young woman they claimed was their guest. Zelda, he recalled, a woman with a strange air about her-
Wait…?
“What’s the matter, Lord Ganondorf?” The woman asks, smiling gently at the Gerudo King. The softness of her voice, the smile on her lips sent a chill down his spine. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
“No…” He shakes his head, making to move past her. “I must be mistaken.”
“Well, you don’t look too good. May I interest you in some tea in my chambers? I’m sure I have something that will make you feel better. The herbs here in Hyrule are known for their healing properties after all.”
Something is telling him not to do it. To turn her down. As he goes to speak, she continues.
“And maybe we can discuss that loyalty of yours. You know… I have the King’s ear. If you convince me you can be a good asset to the kingdom, I can convince him to keep you even closer.”
He pauses. Surely this whelp of a girl couldn’t hold that much sway over that foolish king? Still, it might be worth investigating. Besides, he mused, agreeing to her offer.
Tea did sound pleasant. He suddenly felt very tired.
“Wonderful. Meet me at my chambers tonight, Who- Lord Ganondorf. I’m sure we will have plenty to discuss again.” She smiles once more, and the weary feeling settles into Ganondorf’s bones. Something feels… not right. But he waves it away, chalking it up to fatigue.
Yes. Tea with the royal guest did sound nice.
Wait… Again?
Recall does NOT work that way. But alas, in Smut? It sure does.