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Today was the day. Link brushed the lint from his trousers and straightened his tunic.
Today, he would finally request Ganon’s approval to go outside.
He stood in front of two oversized closed doors leading to the scriptorium where King Ganondorf currently dwelled.
He was a little apprehensive to knock, seeing how they hadn’t spent any time together since yesterday morning.
Ganon had shooed him away, opting to hear and answer the pleas of a village from a South Island instead.
Link had overheard that crops, cattle, and even children had gone missing in the last couple of weeks from said island—and the warlord was oddly very serious about it.
Link understood he gave accommodations to certain villages. Those who worshipped the King flourished, and those who achieved the bare minimum were slowly dying out. But he knew it was something more… Military action was to be expected in the near future.
But now was not the time to dawdle. He didn’t want to miss his chance. He hadn’t touched outside the castle walls for over two years.
The kingdom had changed so much since then.
There was an everlasting gloom that hovered over Hyrule Castle, but the villages that he could spot through the four-story windows were thriving!
He softly knocked and waited. No answer.
Link waited five seconds more, then knocked again.
“ENTER” Ganondorf bellowed.
A shot of adrenaline surged through the younger’s body. He opened the door and peeked in. It was just as he had thought—the warlock was seated at a large writing desk. He was surrounded by scrolls and engrossed in marking a enormous map.
Ganon glanced at Link for only a moment before focusing his attention back on his task.
Link took that as a good sign, slipping into the room. He boldly came around the desk to lean on Ganondorf and observe. The map before him wasn’t of Hyrule—it was likely one of his lord’s many territories beyond the kingdom’s borders.
Ganon wrote quickly in an illegible script.
“I have let the Sheikah hide for long enough,” Ganondorf said sternly and unprovoked. “They’ve been hiding under my damn nose, stealing supplies, using children as hostages, and cowardly teleporting back to Lorule.”
Link gawked but nodded, showing interest and understanding.
“If they’re desperate enough to steal from and murder MY villagers, then they must be running low on provisions.”
Link’s mind snapped to the memory of his lord’s chilling confession— assassinating an innocent infant—but he forced the thought into the shadows, where it belonged.
King Ganondorf now stood as Hyrule’s protector. Everything he did—every cruel act—was only to keep the kingdom safe.
“I will send out Lorulean soldiers first, and if they prove to be incompetent, then I will be forced to get involved…”
The Hylian gave a fed-up, sulky look and shook his head—he couldn’t stand the thought of being apart from his lord again. Ganondorf smirked, his attention now fully fixed on the smaller.
“So what is your purpose for seeking me out? Have you come to put an end to my strategizing and take my time for yourself?” The king enticingly questioned.
Link smiled a little bashfully but nodded.
He had his lord’s attention. It was time to strike while the iron was hot!
He stroked the king’s knee then walked up to the only window the room sported and stared out. It was a warm, gloomy day—perfect for a leisurely walk. He beckoned Ganon over.
Ganon raised an eyebrow but stayed seated.
Link pointed toward a busy village in the distance, softly tapping his finger upon the glass—a village his master had allowed to develop—and beckoned the king over once more.
Ganondorf narrowed his eyes, but nevertheless rose to his feet and trudged over, looking on in silence.
“Kakariko Village… What nonsense could you possibly hope to achieve by leaving the castle?” The Gerudo’s voice was sharp, dripping with distaste.
“You have everything you need—and more. There’s no reason for you to slip from my sight.”
And with that, he returned to his desk and resumed marking his map.
The Hylian pouted, but realistically, he had caught his king at a good time. He was calm and seemed reasonable.
He wouldn’t falter.
Showing no fear, he returned to his master’s side and casually jumped onto his lap, getting comfy. Link relished in the thought of knowing: if Ganondorf had wanted him to leave the room, he would not still be here.
“Do not disrupt me again or I will remove you,” the larger stated bluntly, almost as if he had just read his mind.
The Hylian lowered his head, feeling a bit dejected, and leaned into his master’s chest.
He would back down for now… maybe he’d ask again next week.
They sat in silence, only the sound of pen against paper traveling through the air.
About fifteen minutes had passed, and at some point, Link decided to rest his eyes.
Eventually, he began drifting off, the thought of riding a large brown stallion lulling him to sleep.
“I will take you” Ganondorf suddenly voiced.
Link perked up, not sure if he had heard correctly. Had his master been pondering the idea the whole time?
“But I warn you, most of these pathetic Hylians will not look upon you as one of them.”
“You are no longer a Hyrulean knight—you are akin to a lost heirloom that I have finally found.”
Link was so excited he barely heard the Gerudo’s words. He jumped from the man’s lap and turned to hug him. Ganondorf grunted in response.
“But first,” the Demon King grinned, “I require payment.” One hand slipped beneath the others tunic, rubbing the soft skin underneath.
Link got the message. He quickly rose to face Ganon and began untying his tunic.
“No not today boy, You will kneel and service your master.”
Link’s eyes widened with surprise. He blushed, but still, he sank to his knees.
Ganondorf’s grin grew wider as he pushed himself from the desk, now positioned toward the smaller.
Even as defiled as the hero was… for reasons unknown to Ganon, he still seemed so pure.
“Go ahead. Take me out,” he commanded.
The Hylian swallowed hard, desire laced with hesitation. He wanted to get it right—and quickly set to work untying the loose knots of his master’s garments.
The musk hit him first—earthy and tantalizing. Then came Ganondorf’s large shaft. No matter how many times he saw it, Link was always amazed as he freed the thick length from its confines.
Link took a moment to admire it. He couldn’t help it… His lord’s cock stood dark, veiny, and tall, the base covered in a thick bush of crimson hair. It twitched, and Link licked his lips. How did he become so hard so quickly?
“Don’t play coy.” Ganon spoke, startling Link from his thoughts. The angry shaft twitched once more, and with hooded eyelids, Link went to work.
Ganondorf’s length was hot to the touch. The Hylian started by kissing and licking the large pink mushroom, eventually making his way down to the base. The smaller took his time. Lips that had no business being so full sucked upon his master’s tip before slowly swallowing—not even half the Gerudo’s cock, but anymore and he’d aggravate his gag reflex.
Ganon hummed with impatience, and Link took it upon himself to quickly pull back, creating the most perfect friction. He repeated the action with more force, trying his best to tighten his lips, but alas, Ganon’s cock was so thick the best he could do was keep his teeth out of the way.
“Yes, boy, that’s how you do it.” Ganondorf said, his voice already husky.
Link shivered, his cock showing interest as he basked in his lord’s reassurance. He doubled his efforts, trying to get as much of the Gerudo down his throat as possible. He gagged every so often, but his head bobbed with persistence.
The Gerudo groaned loudly, and Link grew excited. He could taste the salty bitterness of precum, and it made him salivate all the more. He moaned around the Gerudo’s shaft, lots of excess saliva trailing down to his master’s loins.
“Your mouth is almost as enjoyable as your ass” the king admitted. Link answered with a whine, and his cock responded with a small blob of precum, slightly wetting his trousers.
Oh god! Link shivered; he could feel it even before he looked up—two hooded golden eyes peering down, watching him with heated desire.
He eagerly gripped the base of his master’s spit-soaked shaft with both hands, dedicated to stroking where his mouth could not reach.
When he pulled back, he pulled the base with him, and when he swallowed the king once more, he made sure his slippery hands followed suit. Up and down, up and down.
“Damn, you little devil,” Ganon growled, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, driving his length deep into the smaller’s throat.
Link gargled in surprise and pain.
He attempted to pull back only to have his head caught and held firm.
The Hylian’s eyes watered from the pressure, and he whimpered with worry as Ganon continued to push his head lower, slowly but surely sliding his giant cock further down his oesophagus.
“Relax,” he heard the Gerudo rasp. “Breathe through your nose.”
Link whined as his throat was forced to accommodate Ganon’s large girth.
But by now, his cock had already betrayed him—he was as hard as steel.
Ganon paused. He was breathless.
“That’s halfway, Link,” he heard from above. “Do you think you can take it all?”
“Ungh uh,” was the only answer he could muster around the Gerudo’s monster cock.
No! He couldn’t do it—it hurt!
Ganon chuckled as he watched Link struggle.
“I think you can. I believe in you just as the goddesses do, hero,” Ganon playfully remarked.
Link closed his watering eyes. His master’s jokes used to sting, but if the Goddesses were to look upon him at this very moment, they would see nothing more than a loyal servant, pleasuring his king. He didn’t want to be a hero…
He relaxed his throat. His cock was now leaking, staining his freshly washed pants—a shame he didn’t fully understand, but felt all the same.
The king pushed the smaller’s head lower, his throbbing phallus burrowing deeper into the boy’s throat.
Oh Hylia! The stretch would soon rip his air pipe—Link just knew it!
“We will work on it,” the Gerudo grunted before gripping the smaller’s hair from the root, pulling the Hylian’s head back at a severe angle.
Link could feel the thick veins glide within him as the giant cock began to withdraw.
“There you go, nice and slow.”
The ex-knight hummed in appreciation, but just as the tip was about to pop from his lips, the warlord cruelly forced Link’s head back down again—this time deeper than it’s ever been.
Link shrieked but barely had time to register as he was roughly pulled back once more.
Ganon continued the pattern, savagely thrusting into his oesophagus.
“Ungh—this is what your damn mouth was made for,” Ganon snarled. “No more of those perverse battle cries.”
Link moaned loudly. He hadn’t picked up a sword in years and he didn’t want to unless he was fighting for his master.
Link’s mind was scrambled, his throat raw with torn lesions, and his aching cock throbbed with need. “It didn’t make sense—he was already so close, and his master hadn’t even taken him yet.”
By now Ganon was groaning and hissing quite loudly. The friction proving to be too much.
“Here it comes, take it all, no spilling,” he demanded through his ecstasy.
The warlord gave one final shove before burying his cock and exploding into the Hylian’s belly.
The warlord’s cock was so far deep, Link had not even tasted the cum. He only felt the familiar fullness as he was filled with the Gerudo’s heavy seed.
After a long moment, Ganon sighed and pulled the Hylian’s head back once more to slide his cock out of Link’s ruined orifice. The tip finally popped from his lips, and the Gerudo’s heavy dick flopped between his legs.
Link was shaking and drooling. He felt as though he had eaten a large meal. Ganondorf chuckled at his dazed expression.
“Coming without stimulation, my boy?” he commented as he noticed the smaller’s trousers soaked between his legs.
Link shook his head. He hadn’t come… but he wanted to. Looking to his king for approval, he slipped his hand into his pants.
“Can you not service your master without thinking of your own sexual desires?” Ganondorf criticized.
The Hylian shuddered and quickly withdrew his hand. He opted for resting his head upon Ganon’s knee. In return, he felt the warm caress of a job well done.
In time, the hand wandered to the back of the smaller’s neck, kneading the tension there with slow, deliberate pressure. After several minutes, the fingers pressed with subtle authority before stilling, and in a low voice, he said, ‘It is time to show you what has become of your Kakariko Village.’”