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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda, or any of the characters or regions or names associated with it. I make no money from this fanfiction.

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Author's Note: I am so embarassed. Chapter 7 was missing, thank you to everyone who told me about it. Now, this should all be properly in order, thank you for your patience!

"Get up, dog," Ganondorf said, climbing off of Zelda and moving over to Link. "Time to earn your keep."
Link was only faintly aware of what was going on. His nose ached blindingly and it was hard to breathe, everything smelled like blood. Who knew having a muzzle would make a broken nose so much more painful? He felt Ganondorf's foot nudging his ribs, not as cruelly as he'd expected, but only managed a wheezing whimper in response.
"He's not going to be able to scent anything in this condition," Zelda said, anger back in her tone. "And I doubt very much that Midna left a scent trail anyways. She's Twilit, she would have warped. And no wolf can track a trail that isn't there."
He was not happy. But the aggravating girl was right, on both counts. Growling in annoyance, he turned and stalked out of the room to go start a search for what traces of magic he could pick up.
Zelda let out a sigh of relief as the door slammed shut, and crawled off the bed to kneel beside Link. He glanced up at her, whimpering softly. "Poor thing," she murmured, stroking the top of his head lightly. "You know, you really shouldn't provoke him so badly... And yes, I know you were just trying to keep me safe. Hold still."
Link stopped his shifting and let his head rest in her hands. Since he was expecting it this time, he felt the gentle touch of her magic, warm and natural. It felt almost like resting in bed, laying in a sunbeam, only intensified tenfold. The aching in his muzzle faded away and he heaved a big sigh of relief, noticing the aches from the night before had faded as well. He licked her nose and she chuckled, rubbing his ears. "There, better? Now, no more picking fights when you're chained down to the floor, hmm?"
He grumbled in protest and licked her nose again, noticing that her bruises were fainter now too. He prodded her cheek questioningly with his nose, and she pushed him away gently. "That's cold, Link. And yes, I healed myself too." Her stomach growled, and she chuckled ruefully. "And now I need to replenish all that lost energy. Would it have been too much to ask for him to drop off breakfast while he was accusing me of stealing his trinkets?"
Her voice was just a hair sharper, a hair more brittle than it normally was. Link could tell she was using the dry humor to cover up the pain and humiliation that didn't melt away as easily as bruises. He sat up and leaned against her, nosing briefly at her ear before settling his chin on her shoulder. She gasped slightly at the cold nose, but leaned against him, wrapping one arm around his back.
Goddess, he wished he could do something more for her. Talk to her, or hold her… or even just go look out the window with her. He didn't know what she was thinking about, and didn't even have a way to ask, couldn't reassure her or distract her. As satisfying as it had been to crunch into Ganondorf's hand, he'd trade forms in an instant if he could.
She stayed like that for a long time, long enough that he realized she might have dozed off. Considering how little sleep she'd gotten the night before, he couldn't blame her. Maybe it was easier to sleep in the daylight when you were haunted by dreams that bad. Gently, carefully, he eased down to the floor so she was laying on top of him in a slightly less awkward position to sleep in.
He must have dozed too, because they both woke up with a start when Ganondorf stormed his way back up the tower. Zelda's fingers were tight in his fur, but Link wouldn't have chased her off even if she was yanking out fur by the fistful. Since the only comfort he could offer her was being soft and cuddly, that's what he was going to be. He did growl low in his throat as Ganondorf opened the door, though, warning him out of his territory and away from Zelda.
"If you don't behave yourself, I'll break your nose again," he said, almost pleasantly. Link's lip curled up, but otherwise he stayed where he was. Ganondorf smiled and dropped a bundle of clothing on the floor. "Put that on," he said to Zelda.
"And why would I do anything you want me to?" she asked, her voice tense.
"Because I told you to," he said. "And if you do, then I'll feed you and the dog when we get back." He didn't bother to say what he'd do if she refused, it was just left hanging in the tension of the room.
Link held still, not sure whether he should encourage her to go with him or resist. Zelda hesitated for several moments, debating. The dress was plain, perfectly respectable, if not anything fit for a state speech; so chances were, he wanted her presentable. Ganondorf was being oddly pleasant about this… and the prospect of food was a bigger part of her decision making than she'd like to admit. She'd used up a lot of magic for someone who hadn't eaten anything in almost a full day, and she'd heard Link's stomach rumbling as much as her own. Coming to a decision, she unwound her fingers from Link's fur, reaching for the gown.
"If you'd turn around," she said coolly, standing up and holding the clothes in front of her. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her completely naked and vulnerable multiple times, of course, but it was the principle of the thing.
He smirked and leaned back against the doorframe, just out of range of Link's chain. "No."
Somehow, she'd known he was going to say that. Ignoring the feeling of his eyes on her, she pulled the gown on; a simple thing and comfortable, not needing any corsets or petticoats. It laced in the back, as was the fashion lately, and she sighed, turning her back to Ganondorf to be laced up. It took all of her discipline to refrain from shuddering as she felt his hands pulling the lacing through the eyelets.
Link had enough self control not to lunge at them… although a large amount of that was the realization that while he could hit Zelda, Ganondorf was still out of range. He hated seeing his hands on her, hated the way Ganondorf stared at him with that knowing smirk. The growl that had been low in his throat from the beginning was getting louder, almost a snarl now.
"Come, my dear Zelda," Ganondorf said. "There is someone to see you." He set his hand on her waist to guide her out, and she went tense, barely managing to keep from jerking away. After a moment, she took a deep breath and forced herself to relax some, allowing him to lead her out, leaving Link behind, looking absolutely miserable.
"Might I enquire as to where we are going?" Zelda asked, preceding him down the stairs.
"Link has a letter," Ganondorf said in an exasperated enough tone to make Zelda pause and look back at him.
"A letter."
"Yes, and a package."
"Wait… you're keeping us prisoner. You're torturing us, starving us, you've turned him into a wolf, for Nayru's sake! And now you're taking his mail deliveries?" It was so absurd that she almost laughed.
He glared and nudged her shoulder so she'd start walking again. "You're taking delivery, actually. And if you're nice enough to me, I'll even let you keep Link's letter."
Before she could retort, she realized they'd reach the bottom of the spiral stairs, the door open. The postman was waiting, pennant flapping proudly in the wind behind him. The sight of him in his ridiculous uniform escalated her sense of the absurd again, and she laughed shortly, right up until she saw the swordbelt strapped across his chest. That wasn't part of the standard uniform… especially since it was the Master Sword in the sheath. She was distracted enough by the sight that she didn't notice at first he was talking.
"… not Mister Link," he frowned.
"Ah… no. Link isn't feeling well at the moment," Zelda said. "But he sent me along to take his letter, with his thanks for your ever efficient service." She smiled brilliantly at him, taking the letter from his still unsure grasp.
It was a deft balance of confidence, charm, and of course being the Princess of Hyrule and therefore above question. The mailman smiled back, unslinging the belt and handing it to her. "And this was sent too. Now I have to make more deliveries, a pleasure to meet you, your highness!"
Zelda was left feeling a little disconcerted, holding a letter addressed to Link in one hand, and the Master Sword and scabbard in the other. Ganondorf's hand closed on her shoulder as the door closed behind the rapidly departing postman, and he plucked the letter from her hand. "Back to my room with that, I think," he said, steering her back to his chambers.
She didn't try to attack. The first time she'd gone after him with the Master Sword she'd had better odds on her side, and there was nothing to be gained in attempting it now. Not to mention the way his fingers and thumb were dug into her shoulder, preventing her from moving it quickly or easily. However… she stopped walking and turned slowly to face him. She raised her arm in front of her and simply let go, the sword clattering to the ground, protected by the scabbard.
He just stared at her, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn't believe she do something so inconvenient. Zelda smiled sweetly at him, pulled out of his grasp, and strode up the stairs. She started to run after she rounded the first bend and was out of sight.
Upstairs, Link's ears pricked as he heard her feet on the stairs and he climbed to his feet, moving towards the door. He whuffed a question at her as she entered, her cheeks pink and breathing hard. She laughed at his quizzical expression and closed the door behind her, coming over to scratch behind his ears. "I've just annoyed him a bit. I didn't expect the look on his face to be that… entertaining. Apparently someone found your sword and decided to mail it to you." Link's tail started to wag hopefully and she shook her head. "No, I couldn't bring it upstairs. But I did drop it on the floor."
For a wolf, his expressions were wonderfully easy to read. He was a little disappointed at first, then confused. All at once, the implications occurred to him and he snorted a laugh, dancing a bit with amusement. The idea of Ganondorf trying to do something as simple as pick up the Master Sword from the ground was highly entertaining. "Of course, he's going to be coming up here once he figures out what to do with it… but if he's going to be unpleasant, at least this time I got some enjoyment out of it as payment."
Their amusement was short-lived, however, as Ganondorf arrived at their room several minutes later. He wasn't quite as towering and imposing as Zelda had expected him to be, and she realized he might actually have been entertained by her stunt. He did enjoy it when she exercised what little power remained to her, after all. Still, the glare he levelled at her was intense and forbidding.
Link growled as he stepped into the room, but Ganondorf just raised a hand, using magic to press him flat to the ground. The wolf struggled and continued to snarl, but couldn't make it over to him. Keeping one hand raised towards Link, Ganondorf strode slowly into the room, eyes fixed on Zelda. She reflexively shifted to the side and stepped back from him, not realizing until too late that this also moved her away from Link.
Ganondorf smiled, not quite as maliciously as he could have been, but Zelda didn't trust that look for a moment. "You know… if you stopped thinking of me as the villain here, you and I would get along so much better. I have simple requests, really… but you two keep refusing them. And then I have to punish you. So you see… all of this is your fault." He stepped forwards, just slightly to the left, and she backed away to the right. "If you would just start cooperating… this would all go so much more pleasantly."
Zelda swallowed, feeling the back of her legs fetch up against the bed. "I don't see how being held captive in my own castle is my fault."
"Oh, but it is," he said, pushing her back onto the bed, crawling over her. He dropped his hand, freeing Link from the floor, but the wolf could only get as far as the end of his chain, well out of reach of the bed. "You and Link… so determined you know what's best, what's right. I am not your enemy, Zelda…"
"Like hell you're not," she snapped, wriggling backwards, trying to keep from being pinned down. Link whined from the floor, his chain scraping across the floor as he shifted uneasily, trying to get to them.
He pressed his hand against her chest, forcing her down into the mattress. "And here you are refusing to listen again. I..." he paused, leaning down, his lips brushing against her ear, "am not…" against her neck this time, just a hint of teeth behind the caress. "your enemy. I wanted Hyrule for myself. While this was not my original scheme… I find the situation acceptable. You can keep your title, Zelda. You're under my power, which means whatever is yours is mine."
His hands caressed over her body, keeping her pressed down against the bed as he spoke. "I now own Hyrule, and you, and Link. I have everything I desire… and we are on the same side." His hand slid down over her hip, under her skirt. "Despite how hard the both of you keep fighting against it. We want the same thing, Zelda… how long until you realize that?"
"Pretty sure you want something I don't right now," she growled, trying to twist away from him.
"I could make this pleasant for you," he offered, keeping her pinned down with one hand and readying himself with the other. It took only a couple of strokes to bring him to full hardness, then his hand went back to her body, now running over her hip.
Breaking the two of them was proving to be the most enjoyable experience he'd ever had. Originally, he'd intended to quickly strip them of their sections of the Triforce and kill them, but there was no simple way to go about it, not without their goddess given gifts returning to the ether. However, possessing the two of them worked nearly as well, giving him access to the whole Triforce… and with a highly entertaining hobby on the side. Even the simplest act of depriving them of food or clothing, or Link of his humanity was satisfying. He could see the change in them daily. Link was the easiest to read, of course, the peasant had never needed to learn courtly graces, or a politician's cool exterior. The boy was remarkably brave and strong-willed, and on his own, Ganondorf doubted he'd ever be able to break him to his will. Zelda was the key to him, protecting and caring for her allowed him to stay sane, but it also gave Link a vulnerability, a way to hurt him.
Zelda required different tactics… she was wiser and cleverer than Link, and keeping his plans ahead of her was a stimulating effort. She could be his match as a mage, although her skills lay in different disciplines, and she had literally trained for her job as ruler of Hyrule her entire life. However, she could eventually be won over, given the proper amount of leverage and training. Link worked just as well to put pressure on her as she did for him, and she had a deep sense of loyalty to every other inhabitant of her kingdom as well. She was also managing to hold up surprisingly well under everything he'd been doing to her so far. Keeping Link with her was giving them both strength, even as they became an exploitable weakness for the other.
Of course, all subtlety aside, fucking her was immensely pleasurable too. Especially when she glared up at him with as much disgust and anger as she could manage, saying, "I think I'd rather the pain."
"That works too," he said, his smile going hard and cruel. He yanked the skirt up around her waist, grabbed her thighs, and dragged her forwards onto his lap. She squirmed, trying to pull away from him, then switched tactics and lunged forwards, her hand flat, fingers held tightly together.
She missed, her nails digging into his stomach. He reached down, his hand grasping hers in a crushingly tight grip just as her fingers touched the open wound on his chest. Even if he hadn't caught her hand, she wouldn't have been able to do more than brush the edges of it. That glow, while it was a beacon of vulnerability, was also a warning sign for the raw Triforce power running through it, and it burned excruciatingly to the touch.
"Brave, but foolish," he said, holding up her hand to look at it. There was no visible damage, although from the stifled whimpering sounds she made, it was plenty painful. "You don't think Din would leave me that vulnerable, do you?"
Alright, maybe that HAD been a mistake. Zelda pulled her hand free of Ganondorf's crushing grip, her fingers trembling. Her hand was somewhere between painful and numb, a reaction she should have expected from trying to touch raw magical energy. She was too distracted to realize that Ganondorf's hand was back on her leg again until it was too late to pull away.
It was not a simple thing to enter someone so much smaller and unenthused with the proceedings. He licked a finger on his free hand, sliding it in to her entrance. She yelped, trying to pull away, so he added a second, pumping a couple of times to encourage her body to prepare itself. If she were properly aroused, it wouldn't be necessary… but since she'd been so against the idea, he was hardly doing this for her benefit.
She was still incredibly tight around him, but now he was able to ease his head inside of her with a contented groan, his hand supporting his shaft until he was buried more deeply into her. He knew it hurt, knew her sensitive flesh was tearing around his intrusion. Her body tried to compensate for his roughness, but the damage was already done as he pushed his cock relentlessly forward into her body.
Zelda cried out, pushing against his chest with her hands, even though she knew it wouldn't do anything. His cock felt like it was on fire inside her, burning with every tiny movement. She whimpered as he pulled out, trying to suppress her pained reactions for Link's sake. She could hear him shifting around on the floor, soft whimpers interspersed with low growls as he strained miserably towards the bed. There was no suppressing the yelp when Ganondorf drove his whole length back into her though, her body screaming in protest at his size and harshness.
Ganondorf started to speed up, getting into a solid rhythm. It was easier to move inside her now, although she didn't seem to be enjoying it any more than she had been. "Someday… you are going to want this," he said, his voice harsh as he pounded into her, his breathing coming faster. "You are going to come to me willingly… and you are… both… going… to want this." He wrapped his arms around Zelda, one hand on her arm, the other on her hip, and turned around so he was sitting on the bed, Zelda in his lap, leaning forwards on his chest.
It hadn't occurred until just now to Link that Ganondorf had any interest in him at all. He'd just assumed he was being kept around as entertainment… he hadn't realized what kind of entertainment the man might want out of him. His ears went flat back against his skull, tail tucked down under his haunches as he crouched on the floor, his mind still working over the implications with increasing horror.
"Leave him out of this!" Zelda gasped, trying to pull away from him, one hand reaching for his face, fingers hooked into claws.
He caught her hands and forced them together, his one much larger hand easily able to pin hers together at the wrists. His other hand cupped under her ass, lifting and lowering her on his shaft as his hips thrust up into her. "Planning to keep him all to yourself?" he mocked. "We've been over this… if it's yours… it is mine!"
This time, when Zelda felt his thrusts growing erratic, she didn't waste energy being disgusted, she was just glad it meant it was almost over. She cried out as his teeth sank into her shoulder, a new counterpoint of pain as he started to cum. He pulled out at the end, his seed splashing and smearing over her legs, on the skirts and up onto her chest, not quite getting on her face.
Abruptly she was falling off of his lap as Ganondorf stood up, pushing her at Link. She hit the floor hard, a flare of pain in her hip making her gasp. Link nosed worriedly at her before lunging at Ganondorf, who was already well outside his reach at the door. The wolf snarled at him, warning him away, although Ganondorf could see fear in his body now instead of just anger. "Until next time," he said, smiling pleasantly. "Ah. And your payment, as agreed." He reached just around the corner for a small basket of food, setting it on the floor inside the door before leaving. Link's letter was even sitting under an apple, one edge of the envelope conspicuously opened.
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