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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.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: This is the complete version of Chapter 20. There is explicit sex between two men and a woman in this chapter. If you'd rather not read it, please direct yourselves to the version found here- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9249247/1/Endgame
Link woke up from a dead sleep, and his first thought was that morning had come far too quickly. Some part of him had been aware they’d been given until morning… and he could see the pink in the sky outside. His arms tightened around Zelda as Ganondorf opened the door and stepped into their room. From the sounds of it, he was barefoot, and he couldn’t hear the swish of a cloak either.
Zelda pressed her lips lightly to his chest and pulled away slightly, looking over Link’s shoulder. “You’re up early,” she said softly, not looking the least bit interested in rising from Link’s arms.
“I’ve been patient enough,” Ganondorf said, his voice low, barely more than a whisper. Link flinched away as the man knelt on the bed behind him, wanting to ignore him for as long as possible. It was only moments, of course, before Ganondorf pulled down the blankets covering them. “You can start with each other.” The tone made it hard to tell whether that was an order or an offer.
Zelda recognized it as both, and she suspected Link did too, even if he would still rather pretend none of this was happening. “You can do this,” she murmured softly, her hand sliding lightly down his waist. And he realized she was right. He could recognize the same fear that had gripped him before stepping into his first Twilight portal, before plunging down a mountain on a shard of ice, before he’d gone into battle against any number of foes. It was just a matter of moving past it.
The Triforce was warm and glowing faintly on his hand as he shifted it from Zelda’s back to her breast, rubbing lightly over her nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed and she pressed forwards against him, her hand running up his side now, down his arm. Her fingers entwined with his, and she sat up, keeping his hand on her breast as she did. She glanced over at Ganondorf reflexively, for just a second before looking back down at Link.
He carefully kept his eyes on her, so Ganondorf was nothing more than a dark blur to the side. It wasn’t a hardship to touch Zelda, and his other arm reached reflexively around her back as she bent to kiss him. His fingers rubbed gently against her breast, his other hand running up into her hair.
Zelda moved maybe a little more quickly than she normally would with Link. She knew the situation would be easier for him to take when he was fully aroused, and so she set about getting him that way. Her tongue teased lightly along the edges of his lips as his fingers ran through her hair, and she placed his hands on his chest. Her fingers were still warm from being in bed under the covers, and Link sighed happily as her fingers trailed down over her body.
She shifted from kissing his mouth to teasing down his neck, and Link tilted his head back encouragingly. He moaned softly when her hand slid down far enough to stroke along his length, already hardening to her touch. Swallowing through his nervousness, he opened his eyes, glancing back at Ganondorf. “What… what are you expecting?” he asked before he lost the nerve.
He’d been right in his guess before, Ganondorf was wearing just a simple robe, probably the first thing he’d grabbed to ward off the morning chill in the stonework on his way upstairs. His hair was also unbound for the first time, and Link was surprised at how long it was, at least a handspan longer than Zelda’s. Despite the surprisingly smooth, silky looking fall of hair, he wasn’t the least bit feminine looking, not with the muscular, lightly haired chest visible through the loosely tied robe. His by now familiar face split into a grin, and he said, “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not fucking you today, Link… it would take a lot of training for you to get through that intact, and we have a long trip today.”
The relief Link felt was enormous, considering how much was implied about the future in that statement and how little it actually said about what was going to happen. Still, even while he was worrying, it was hard to get too upset with Zelda’s hand stroking so pleasantly along his shaft, and her breasts heavy and soft in his hands.
Zelda jumped slightly as Ganondorf’s hand stroked over her hair and down her back, curving shamelessly around her ass and squeezing softly. She flinched as his fingers teased softly over her entrance, and gasped in surprise as Link’s hand slid down her belly too. Clearly, the hero hadn’t noticed where Ganondorf’s hand was, as he jerked away when his fingers brushed up against the Gerudo’s much bigger hand. “Don’t stop now, Link, you wouldn’t want Zelda to think you don’t want her, would you?” Ganondorf chuckled, prompting Link to return his hand gingerly between her legs.
Her cheeks flamed red, from a potent mix between embarrassment and arousal at the sensation of the pair of them pleasuring her. She hadn’t expected it, and she certainly hadn’t expected it to feel so erotic, or for Ganondorf’s massive fingers to be nearly as gentle as Link’s. Despite not being sure if she was actually enjoying it or not, she could feel their fingers becoming slicker on her skin, and her skin was flushing far more from pleasure than humiliation now.
“I think she’s ready for you, Link,” Ganondorf murmured, leaning down to run his tongue along the lower edge of Link’s ear. The boy shuddered, trying to pretend it hadn’t felt as good as it had, and leaned up to kiss Zelda’s neck as she squirmed above him. She moaned as one of Ganondorf’s fingers dipped momentarily inside of her, then slid up her body, moving around to her front and pushing her not too roughly back.
“Sit up,” he ordered Link, pulling him up by the shoulder and pressing him against the headboard when he didn’t move fast enough. He pushed his legs down, beckoning Zelda to come forwards. She straddled Link’s lap, leaning down to kiss him, and he eagerly kissed her back, his hand wrapping around her back. Impatiently, Ganondorf pushed Zelda’s hips forwards against Link’s, watching his gasp as the soft curls above her entrance brushed against his hard length.
Her hand slipped down before Ganondorf’s could, wrapping around Link’s shaft and holding him upright while she shifted and slowly sank onto him. She didn’t bother to hold back her soft moan of pleasure, enjoying the way he filled her just perfectly.
For a few moments, at least, Ganondorf was content to watch as she rode him, Link’s vantage point an enviable one that moved between her throat and her breasts and she moved up and down. He smiled as he watched him lean forwards enough to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, lips and tongue teasing at it as she moaned encouragingly. Deciding that they’d had long enough to get settled, Ganondorf rose to his knees, undoing the tie that had been barely keeping his robe shut.
He shifted forwards, grabbing his eager, weeping cock with one hand, Zelda’s hair with the other. He didn’t squeeze or yank, but he pulled very definitely back, forcing her body away from Link’s just enough. He slid his cock between them, just under the closest of her breasts and curving up to sit on top of the other one, prompting Link to pull away.
“Don’t stop now,” he encouraged, letting go of her hair, his eyes fluttering closed as Zelda started to move again, her breasts soft and rubbing delightfully against his considerable length. “That goes for you too, boy,” he said, reaching out to push Link’s head forwards against her breast again. He only half-heartedly resisted, it wasn’t as if there was anywhere for him to go, after all.
This was the most bizarre mix of extremely enjoyable things and things that made his cock want to shrivel up and hide that Link had ever experienced. Zelda riding him was good. Ganondorf kneeling right beside them with his heavy, slightly curved shaft shoved between their bodies was not good. The way her body felt under his hands and mouth was great, but the fact that his cheek and nose kept brushing against Ganondorf’s cock was decidedly not.
He really didn’t like the feeling of Ganondorf’s hand on his head either, and raised his head away the moment the heavy weight lifted. “Kiss him,” Ganondorf said, his hips thrusting back and forth at the same rhythm Zelda was riding Link. She tilted her head forwards and down, and Link rose eagerly to meet her lips. The hero had his hands braced on the bed to either side of him, which meant Ganondorf was free to caress the side of Zelda’s face, his thumb running lightly over her cheek as his fingers combed through her hair.
Zelda’s hands came up to cup Link’s face, her tongue sliding slowly into his mouth. Link moaned softly, jumping a bit as Ganondorf’s cock brushed under his chin, but he didn’t try to pull away, mostly due to Zelda’s reassuring touch. “Keep going,” Ganondorf warned quietly as he shifted forwards right up against Zelda’s thigh. He shifted the angle of his cock up so it pushed between them, the tip rubbing against their cheeks.
As he’d expected, Zelda took the hint, tilting her head slightly as she kissed Link, so her tongue and lips brushed against his cock too. Link froze, but Zelda returned her attention to him, her tongue drawing his forwards, sliding her hand back into his hair. At his first hesitant lick, Ganondorf groaned happily. “Good,” he encouraged, his hips thrusting minutely forwards.
She started to move herself on Link’s lap again, slowly at first since she wanted to keep kissing him for a few more moments. At this moment, their attention was still mostly on each other, Ganondorf was just getting attended to on the side. Her hands dropped down and grabbed Link’s, bringing them up to her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and shift them.
Ganondorf grinned, watching the adept way she coaxed Link into acting, slowly withdrawing from his mouth until their lips or tongues only met occasionally around his cock. He only thrust forwards lazily, letting himself concentrate on the two mouths pleasuring him, and the feeling of Zelda’s soft breasts being massaged against his length.
As long as he didn’t let himself think too much… this was actually alright, Link thought to himself. Zelda was riding him, after all, which was never something to be turned down. As long as he concentrated on the way her body felt surrounding his length, and the way her breasts felt in his palms, he was able to not think too hard about what his mouth was doing. It became almost a game, trying to touch Zelda’s lips or tongue with his around the shifting cock between them.
Her movements on Link’s lap became faster, a combination of her own body’s eagerness and a determination that Link enjoy himself as much as he could. She felt Ganondorf’s hand slide down her back, cupping her ass as she rode him, fingers squeezing her soft flesh. Link’s breath was coming faster, and he wasn’t doing nearly as much with his mouth anymore, but with Zelda’s breasts and her skilled mouth, Ganondorf didn’t feel the loss too badly.
“I… I’m about to…” Link gasped, his hands squeezing her breasts, his hips jerking up against her. He was abruptly aware of cold air on his cock as Ganondorf lifted Zelda off of him, then a hot, strong grip engulfed his shaft and he cried out, thrusting up into the hand helplessly as he came, spattering over his own chest and stomach.
Ganondorf grinned, and shifted back onto his heels, hand moving to stroke his own length now. He glanced pointedly down at Link, who’d leaned back against the headboard, breathing heavily. Zelda took the hint and leaned forwards over him, starting to lick up the mess on his skin. Link jumped slightly in surprise and looked down curiously, not sure whether he ought to feel guilty or disturbingly turned on by watching her clean him off.
Zelda moaned softly as Ganondorf’s free hand slid down her backside again, wasting no time before sliding a finger deep inside of her. “It’s not polite to leave your partner wanting, Link,” Ganondorf said, his tone almost lecturing as his finger pumped into a gasping Zelda. “I think you’ll have to make up for it… she’s going to need a bath after this, and I think that can be your responsibility.” His hand on his cock was speeding up as he spoke, and he withdrew his hand from her, grabbing her hair and pulling her upright and slightly back. He let his head drop back as he came, a deep satisfied groan escaping him as he shot all over her stomach and legs.
He sat back slightly, smiling in an extremely self-satisfied sort of way. “So, get to it,” he said, grabbing Link’s shoulder and pushing him forwards and down. Link glanced up at Zelda, and realized that for a change, Ganondorf actually was right, and Zelda still hadn’t gotten to her peak yet. She looked as if she wanted to tell him that no, she was fine, but also really wanted to finish properly, so Link shifted his legs so he was kneeling in front of her and started to lick over her skin.
She felt more than a bit guilty and exposed as Link started to clean the mess left on her skin. He recoiled at the taste of it, of course he did, but with Ganondorf looming there, he could hardly stop. Link looked up at her, his blue eyes rich with a mixture of emotions ranging from shame to arousal and from the set of his lips, maybe even a hint of amusement. She was too distracted to pick up on that last bit until Link’s hand found her core and slipped two fingers inside her while his lips and tongue continued over her skin.
Ganondorf watched in a post-orgasmic glow, grinning at the way Zelda gasped and leaned back onto her elbows, not even pretending to cover herself anymore. He had to give the boy credit… despite clearly being disgusted by what he was licking off of her skin, he didn’t stop until every trace of it as gone. He glanced up at Zelda, perhaps asking permission or checking on her or just enjoying the look of pleased desperation on her face, and leaned down to lick at the sensitive nub just above her entrance.
Zelda cried out, her hands reaching to grab Link’s hair, which he apparently took as encouragement because several seconds later she cried out, her hips pressing up against his mouth. Link certainly seemed to find the taste of her fluids far more savoury, because he carefully licked both her and his fingers clean as she lay back, still moaning softly.
“See, that wasn’t so bad…” Ganondorf said with a low chuckle, laying back as he watched them disentangle from each other. Link glanced up, his cheeks flushing red as he sat up and pulled the blankets into his lap defensively.
“No, I suppose it wasn’t,” Zelda said, shaking her head, a faint smile on her face. She rolled to her stomach, leaning against Link’s legs, and looked over at Ganondorf. While it was far from the first time they’d been naked in his presence… it was the first time she’d actually seen him unclothed. His skin was the same rich, dark tone all over, well-peppered with a darker shade of red hair and interrupted only by the jagged, glowing wound in his chest. It made her squirm uneasily to look at it, partially because it was unnatural to have a hole just below one’s ribcage, but also because it looked painful, and she didn’t like feeling sympathetic towards him.
The silence was clearly stretching on too far for Link’s liking, as he shifted slightly and asked, “So, what time do we leave?” It would take almost a full day’s ride to get to the edge of the desert, and they had to line up what they could find as an army first.
“So eager to get to work… one would almost think you don’t want me here,” Ganondorf chuckled, leaning forward and rubbing Link’s head, grinning as the hero crossly tried to straighten his disordered hair. “We’ll begin inspection of the Knights of Hyrule an hour after full sun,” he said, standing up with little apparent concern about his nudity, only doing up the robe as he exited their room.
“Well that was… different,” Link said, after Ganondorf was well down the stairs. Zelda laughed and buried her face in the blankets, her giggles only a little on the brittle side.
“I suppose it has been worse,” she agreed, tilting her head to the side to peer at him. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know… I think so,” Link said. “It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting…” He wasn’t sure if he really was okay with it, or if he was just numb and would be throwing up in a few hours when it sunk in. “I think I’d like something else in my mouth, though…” He wanted to erase the memory of that flavor from his tongue.
She nodded, and crawled to the edge of the bed, passing him the last pastry from last night’s dessert. “Come on, let’s get dressed and find some breakfast. We’ve got an army to assemble.” Forgoing the corsets and long dresses today, Zelda pulled on leggings and one of her knee length skirts, lacing on the full set of armor too. Link braided her hair for her again as she attached the intricately tooled metal.
Ganondorf’s door was open when they descended the stairs, the Gerudo King seated at his table with arm and leg guards still laid out across the surface. He beckoned them forwards, saying, “I’ll need my hair braided… I won’t demand full Gerudo ceremonial knots,” he added at the look of disbelief he got.
“This is why chainmail is better,” Link pointed out about how long it was taking to strap on every piece of plate as Zelda stepped forwards to help cinch up the breastplate bands.
“And who won the fight?” Ganondorf pointed out almost amiably, gesturing for Link to step behind him and start in on his hair. As he had no answer to that, Link just started to braid. His hair was surprisingly soft… somehow, Link hadn’t expected any part of the man to be less than hard and coarse. He wasn’t nearly as gentle as he was with Zelda’s hair, but Ganondorf didn’t complain or even flinch away once, just took the finished braid to coil it. He stood and turned to face Link, that mocking, wide grin in place again. “You’ll have to pull my hair again sometime, Link… I like that.” He laughed at the look of disgust on the boy’s face.
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Link said accusingly to Zelda, who was biting her lip in an attempt not to grin as she tightened up a forearm greave.
She composed her expression for about a second, then let out a snort of laughter. “I’m so sorry… the look on your face… ahem…” A deep breath later, and she was back to her calmer attitude. “I assume you got the package from the Gorons?” she asked Ganondorf.
“And had yours polished last night,” he said, reaching up to a shelf that would take a chair for Link to reach it. “A crown for a crown was the promise, hmm?” he asked, handing her the two smaller circlets. “And yes, Link, you have to.”
“It’ll show solidarity, and inspire trust and a will to follow,” Zelda said, smoothly tucking Link’s crown in place and brushing his hair to the side despite his look of discomfort. “Both of which we’re going to need. Not to mention I’ll feel better with you wearing a helm, even if it is decorative.”
“You know, I should demand some sort of ceremony…” Ganondorf said, idly turning the largest crown in his fingers.
Zelda smiled sweetly up at him. “Does that mean you’re willing to kneel before me in front of all of Hyrule and swear your everlasting allegiance to me?”
He just stared down at her for a moment, then smiled slowly and set the crown in place. While Link’s circlet was designed to fit with his armor, almost blend in, Ganondorf’s was clearly a crown. It was a larger echo of Zelda’s, a brilliantly flame-red gem in the center for Din. “This will do.”
“I thought so,” she said cooly.
Apparently still in a good enough mood to be amused instead of insulted, Ganondorf just grinned and reached up to the second shelf, bringing down Zelda’s rapier, then the massive Sword of Sages. Carefully, he hooked another belt with the hilt, and dropped the Master Sword into Link’s surprised grasp. “We are marching to war. How would it look if neither of you were armed?” Ganondorf pointed out.
It was a tense moment, Ganondorf watching both of them with narrowed eyes. Zelda hooked her scabbard to her belt, keeping one hand on the hilt. It took Link several seconds of furious internal debate, but eventually he shifted his shield, swinging the sword and scabbard into place on his back. It wasn’t the time. Not yet. Only after Link lowered his hands and Zelda relaxed her grip did Ganondorf pick up his own scabbard, sheathing the long, white blade.
“Well, shall we go, then?” he asked as if they’d just had a pleasant cup of tea rather than been heartbeats away from killing each other. He made sure Link and Zelda preceded him outside.
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