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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“So, fill me in,” Link said with a sigh as he shifted to a different part of the pool. The rocks along the back wall were hotter than the rest of the water, and it made for a nice gradient. Pleasantly warm at the entry point, and almost unbearably hot along the back, where there was just a ledge to perch on. Lovely for soaking out the deep aches. “What did I miss?”
“Well, the trip across the fields was mostly uneventful,” Zelda said. Most of Hyrule fields was given over to scattered farmers and ranchers, and Link was glad to hear it hadn’t been turned into a battlefield. He might not have been a leader for long, but he’d been a farmer all his life. With the devastation in Ordon, he knew they’d need all the food they could get harvested, or the winter would be incredibly harsh. “We had one skirmish with a party of four scouts, but they made the mistake of trying to cross a river…”
“Zoras?”
“Zoras,” Zelda agreed with satisfaction. “They are incredibly formidable warriors, especially in water. It’s a pity there isn’t more deep water running through Ordon.”
Link nodded. Except for the main river that flowed from Lake Hylia, most of the forest and farmland was fed by springs and small tributaries; not big enough for squadrons of Zora soldiers. He hoped they’d be able to fight out of water too. “Everything went well today though, right? We’ll just be able to sweep them right out of Ordon, and we’ll be done.”
He knew he was being overly optimistic, but he still didn’t like to see how quickly her face fell. “Link… it’s not going to be that easy. It’s a good thing we haven’t used the Zora forces much yet, because the Knights are at a quarter their starting number. I’m not sure how many casualties the Gorons have taken, but it could be as many as half the people living on Death Mountain. The Gerudo warriors aren’t much better off, and all but two of their Bullbo mounts have been killed.”
He was silent for a good long while. “We’re so close. We can’t just… give up and hand Ordon over to them.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Zelda said, reaching for his hand. Her manner wasn’t quite reassuring… almost more desperate. “I have no intention of leaving any of our allies or lands in the hands of Holodrum’s armies. I’m just… not sure how we’re going to manage it.”
Link heard the tremor in her voice and reached instinctively to hold her. She slid across the smooth-worn stone ledge and leaned against him, shivering despite the warmth of the water. His arm slid down to her waist, and he jumped when she flinched. “Wha… why haven’t you healed this yet?” He pulled away and looked down through the steaming water. The angry red line running down her ribs and curving across almost down to one hip wasn’t actively bleeding, but it wasn’t the fresh pink scar tissue or unmarked skin he expected to see either.
“That’s… well, that’s the other part of the problem,” Zelda said. “We’re now completely out of red potion, so it’s a good thing we’re stopped here, in a place with therapeutic mineral springs. And as for my own healing abilities… well, apparently I fainted while healing Darbus’ cracked shell, I woke up being carried here. I’m tapped dry. So I’m going to conserve my magic as much as I can, and let the mineral water and rest do most of the work for me.”
“I suppose that makes sense…” he said slowly. He still didn’t like seeing her hurt, even if all the reasons were sound. And it’s not as if he was really planning to do anything physical with her tonight… at least that’s what he told himself. There was a lot to think about and worry about… but the water buoyancy was doing lovely things to her breasts, her hair floating in soft silken clouds around her, obscuring just enough of her body to be enticing.
As always, she managed to somehow know exactly what he was thinking. She giggled in a very appealing sort of way and leaned into him. “You do know how to lighten the mood,” she teased, her hand sliding up his thigh under the water. He really had no idea how very expressive his face and body language were.
“Well…I… No, I’m not asking for… I mean, you’re hurt, and…” She giggled again and turned to kiss him, effectively stopping his stammered apologies.
“Maybe later. After some food and rest,” she said, her fingers brushing lightly over his cheek before sliding back through the water towards the food waiting for them. It did smell good, although he could tell from the chewiness of the meat that they must be down to the last of their dried supplies. Still, someone had done a decent job stewing it with spices until it was tender enough to eat, and at this point, he could have eaten the meat raw without even pausing. Somehow, he realized, it had been well over a day since he’d actually eaten. Apparently, spending that much time in a healing spring and being possessed by a demi-god did strange things to one’s body. The food sure tasted good now.
Even sensing Ganondorf’s approach wasn’t nearly as disheartening as he’d expected. Time alone with Zelda was something to be treasured… but somehow he didn’t mind the intrusion as much as he’d expected. Link felt an odd lurch looking up at the massive Gerudo king as he stripped unselfconsciously bare and stepped into the water. His first glance took in the marked absence of a glowing hole in his chest, the newly healed scar was surprisingly unobtrusive. Far more dramatic was his heavily muscled chest crisscrossed with new scarring- healed by Zelda’s touch, it must be, since the wounds hadn’t been there a week ago. He had a moment of being completely unable to name what he felt about it. Jealousy or resentment that Zelda had clearly spent that much magic and care patching him back up? Astonishment that someone had hurt him that badly in the first place? Surprise or gratitude that Ganondorf had fought that hard, actually keeping his word? Gods… guilt that he hadn’t been there to help in the fight?
What was happening to him?
“I’ve been speaking with the newest citizens of Hyrule,” Ganondorf said, breaking Link’s bewildering train of thought. “Although it did take a few minutes to convince any of the Twili to talk to me.” A faint snort of laughter from Zelda provoked an amused grin, rather than the scowl Link had expected. “The promise of settling in Hylian lands with Ordona’s blessing has managed to eradicate any need for animosity.”
“So they’re really all on our side now?” Link guessed. Why did they have to speak in such... cultivated tones all the time? Just because he was a simple farmer at heart didn’t mean he liked to be reminded of the learning nobody even knew to teach him.
“Quite enthusiastically,” he agreed, nodding. “Apparently, the magic is flowing quite well through the Twili as a whole. They were certainly effective today.”
“I was speaking with one of the Goron smiths about them,” Zelda put in. “He said they were viciously strong, and at just the right possible moment. If they hadn’t shown up when they did… there might not have been much left for us to save.”
Somehow, hearing how close it had come made Link simultaneously relaxed and tense. “Good thing it went as well as it did, then,” he said, forcing himself to lean back against the smooth wall of the spring, relaxing into the heat.
“Yes… how did that go, anyways?” Ganondorf asked, making Link absolutely tense up again and glance guiltily over at him. Something in that tone of voice… he knew. He absolutely knew exactly how that bonding had been achieved. “Oh, relax, boy,” he said with a not-quite reassuring grin. “I’m not so foolish as to go off killing our newest ally over a situation you had no control over.”
“Good,” Link said, relaxing again. It hadn’t occurred to him while he was in Ordon, and he’d been too busy the today fighting his way down the mountain, but he wouldn’t have been at all surprised if Ganondorf had demanded some sort of retribution from Midna. Naburia and Shikoru might have been teasing him about how possessive Gerudo were over their declared mates, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t also true.
“You, on the other hand…” and now his voice was softer, deeper, and dripping with tension of a sort that made Link squirm uncomfortably. “I think you might need to be reminded of who exactly you belong to.”
Aaand there was all the tension right back again. He couldn’t help jumping to his feet when Ganondorf was suddenly right in front of him, but there wasn’t really anywhere to go with his back pressed up against the cliff. Those massive, powerful fingers brushed under his chin and he flinched, but they were surprisingly gentle, just forcing him to look up. His mouth was dry, his heart pounding to see the intense, almost amused expression on his face.
“Because you are mine…” he said ever so softly, and even if he hadn’t spoken, the extremely possessive kiss that followed would have absolutely sealed any doubts he had. Link was pressed back against the oddly warm rock, feeling overwhelmed and rather trapped and embarrassingly as if he maybe didn’t hate it as much as he expected to.
Even when the man released him; not moving away, still leaning over him, but not actually holding him in place, he stayed where he was, which made a smile creep across Ganondorf’s face. “Now… you have a choice here, Link,” he said lightly, one finger trailing slowly down his cheek. “I’ve been patient for quite some time about you. I think I’ve been more than fair about letting you become accustomed to me.” The finger ran down the damp skin of his neck, caressing casually over his chest. “I’m done waiting.”
Link’s breath caught in his throat as the light touch trailed down to his navel, and he had the strangest sensation, as if his balls were trying to crawl up inside him in fear but he was almost… almost getting hard at the same time. He shivered, eyes following his hand down to the waterline. “So your choice is whether or not you’re going to enjoy this.” Ganondorf continued, his hand mercifully pausing just before it touched anywhere Link really wasn’t sure he wanted to be touched.
Well… what a simple question, one that set his mind spinning with a contrastingly complicated mess of thoughts. This was Ganondorf, his once-sworn enemy, his tormenter, Zelda’s tormenter… and he’d seen the shape Zelda had been in after his attentions, time and again. Unbidden though, through visions of her bruised and bloodied, came the memory of her screaming in pleasure as she rode his massive girth with Links’ arms wrapped around her.
It was possible. He wasn’t completely naïve… while he’d never been interested enough to learn in detail how men laid together, he knew the basic theory of how this would work. And if Zelda was helping, he might even… Gods, he might actually enjoy it. Not to mention he was still worried about her. If she had to entertain Ganondorf in his place… she was in no shape to do that. Or, for that matter, in the shape to nurse him back to health if he got literally torn apart by this, since she didn’t even have the energy to heal herself yet.
And maybe most important; this was what they’d agreed to, or at least had no choice about accepting. Realizing he’d been silent for a while, he opened his mouth to speak. He couldn’t say it. Couldn’t bring himself to say what Ganondorf was probably wanting him to say , but he did manage to swallow past the dryness in his mouth and say, “I’m tired of hurting. I… I’ll…”
Apparently that was good enough. He felt a curious sense of lightening as Ganondorf pulled him forwards, which had little to do with the buoyancy of the water or the actual lifting of his body. It felt… oddly freeing to surrender to duty again. This wasn’t really any different than plunging into the Twilight Realm wielding only a stick, or diving deep under the lake in charmed armor that he had to trust would keep him from drowning. This was something he had to do, and there was a powerful sense of fulfillment from giving into that.
At least he thought that until one of those massive fingers went from stroking gently along his rear to trying to press inside and he yelped in surprise and pain. He’d really been trying to relax, too, managing to let go of all that tension even pressed against the massive body and intimidatingly large shaft pressing into his stomach. To his surprise, Ganondorf pulled back immediately, frowning down at him. “I think you’re going to have to get him started,” he said over his shoulder.
Link couldn’t see her response, but Ganondorf abruptly lifted him bodily out of the water and set him with only a bit of a bump on the edge. Zelda rose from the water with considerably more dignity, bending to pick up a small flask from the pile of supplies at the edge of the pool. “You know I can’t do anything while you’re sitting down, right?” she asked with amusement, kneeling beside him.
He moved up to his knees, and stayed there, since he wasn’t at all sure what he was supposed to do next. “Just relax,” she murmured in his ear, shifting around behind him. After a moment her hands slid over his back, slippery with something that smelled faintly sweet, herbal. He realized there must have been some massage oil in with the towels and clean clothing… never would have occurred to him that this would be what they used it for.
Still, her hands felt wonderful, sliding and rubbing over his back. He apparently had muscle tension he didn’t even know about. He suspected she might be using magic on him, it felt that good, but he wasn’t going to caution her. She knew her limits... and he might need the extra help.
Zelda wasn’t actually doing anything but rub the soothing oil into his back, letting it trickle down liberally as her hands worked lower. She could feel the knots from re-grown muscle and hard fighting under his skin and was tempted to just keep working them out, but she could see Ganondorf’s impatience as he waited in the spring, his hand stroking over himself in a slow, steady motion. Not wanting to push his temper, she shifted around so her breasts pressed up against Link’s back, nuzzling his neck as one hand slid down the cleft of his ass.
He shivered as her fingers rubbed lightly over him, slick with oil, and gasped when she slid the tip of her finger inside of him. Her fingers were slender and gentle enough not to hurt, but she paused anyway, asking softly if he was alright. Link nodded, although he desperately wished that Ganondorf wasn’t watching with such… interest. He felt horribly embarrassed, half-hard from having Zelda pressed against his naked, oiled back, guilty that she was touching him there… he knew he was clean, they’d both been soaking for ages, but it still felt dirty.
Feeling the irrational need to apologize, he opened his mouth to speak. He didn’t get more than a syllable in before Zelda’s finger slid deeper and he broke off with just an aborted hissing sigh. It didn’t really feel good, but it wasn’t bad, either, just a completely new sensation. The added pressure of a second finger made him gasp and tighten before he forced himself to relax.
She hoped she wasn’t hurting him. While she knew the theory of stretching someone out to accommodate somebody large, this was the first time she’d done it to someone else… or to this particular part of the body. His hand moved back to grab onto her thigh, and when it relaxed, she slowly started to move her fingers inside of him.
Okay, that was definitely a new sensation. Link closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe normally as he got accustomed to it. To his surprise… it really wasn’t bad. If he forgot about the more humiliating aspects of the scene, it was actually almost nice, to the point where he considered bringing his free hand up onto his own half-hard length. He almost did, audience be damned, but thought of how the instant pleasure would probably make him clench up again. Not yet, then…
Her fingers paused, and his eyes opened as he wondered why. He could feel her squirming behind him a bit, then felt more oil pooling in her hand and a third well-slicked finger starting to press against him. There was a moment of pain this time, a sharp flare before he managed to convince his body to relax, but he managed to muffle the gasp before it escaped his lips. She started to move her fingers again, even more slowly than before, concentrating more on spreading the oil and massaging the tight ring of muscle than anything else. After a moment, he felt a ghost of pure pleasure when he least expected it, and couldn’t hide the resulting sigh this time. Zelda felt the change in his body, a tightening of muscles that didn’t at all interfere with what she was doing, a faint relaxing back against her body.
Intrigued, she tried to do it again, stretching her fingers as deep into him as she could get and was rewarded with another soft moan. Her free hand snaked around to his front, just curious, and verified that yes he was definitely enjoying it. Link cried out, bucking forwards against her hand when she touched his length, trembling from the unfamiliar stimulation.
“And I think that’s my cue,” Ganondorf said, standing up at the edge of the pool and leaning forwards to grab the flask of oil. Zelda slowly, gently eased her fingers free, making Link shudder again. He moved forwards a bit, not even flinching this time as Ganondorf’s hand ran slowly up his leg, turning inside his thigh and slipping back under his balls.
Link shivered slightly at the touch of his much warmer, much larger fingers, but with all the preparing Zelda had done, there wasn’t any pain this time. Just that same, oddly pleasant sliding sensation, and then he gasped in surprise as Ganondorf’s much longer finger hit… whatever it was inside him that felt so good.
He hadn’t expected to actually enjoy it. Grit his teeth and live through it, perhaps. Maybe get a little bit of humiliated pleasure out of it, but… he didn’t realizing the actual fucking was going to feel anything like this. And, he reflected with a bit of a nervous swallow as he glanced down at the massive shaft resting lightly on the edge of the pool, it still might hurt as bad as he first expected. He gasped and clenched his teeth as he tried to relax for Ganondorf’s second finger, and even that was nowhere near the same thickness as the heavy cock clearly hard and eager for him.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and Link turned obediently, if a little awkwardly, so his back was to the pool. “Forward… and where do you think you’re going? Right there,” Ganondorf said, directing Zelda back in front of Link, pushing him down over her. “She did quite a favor for you, hero. Don’t leave her all unattended, hmm?”
Zelda flushed as Link was bent forwards, his nose brushing against her lower stomach. Still, he didn’t seem at all bothered by doing it, dropping his head down willingly at this point to nuzzle lower on her body. His lips brushed the soft curls between her legs and she moaned softly, leaning back on her elbows.
It was actually helpful to have her to focus on, he reflected, inhaling her rich scent. Just as he got settled to work on Zelda, though, Link was distracted by those fingers plunging deep into him again, and he groaned helplessly. He was going to be absolutely useless by the time Ganondorf really got going. Determined to at least try and satisfy Zelda first, he got to work in earnest, lips and tongue teasing over her folds.
She moaned softly, his usual enthusiasm for her body as stimulating and flattering as ever. The way he paused and shuddered from time to time felt… well, even more sensual, although she felt a little ashamed to acknowledge it. Knowing what was distracting him managed to be a little bit terrible and rather erotic.
“I think that will do nicely,” Ganondorf said, slowly pulling his fingers free, making Link moan softly against Zelda’s body. He took his time liberally coating his length with the warm oil, savoring the preparation as well as making sure it was thorough. Link didn’t pause, didn’t look back, and he wondered briefly if it was because the boy was trying not to think about what was coming, or because he was just that focused on the princess.
At this point it didn’t matter in the slightest.
Slowly, savoring the moment, he pressed his oil-slicked length forwards against him. Link made a sound that wasn’t quite a whimper, and paused his attentions for a moment, resting his cheek on Zelda’s thigh. She stroked his hair comfortingly, and Ganondorf was pleased to see how close the two of them had become. It was quite touching, but not nearly as important to him at this moment as what he was doing himself. Link was deliciously tight, even after all the preparation they’d both done on him. He pushed slowly but relentlessly forwards, savoring the hot tightness surrounding him.
Link whimpered in a manner that he probably would have found horribly embarrassing any other time, and clung to Zelda’s leg. Okay, so yes, it did hurt. Even with all the oil and the slow stretching… goddess, it burned. So much for being humiliated by enjoying it. For her part, Zelda didn’t even flinch, not even when his nails dug into the tender flesh inside of her thigh. She just kept stroking his head and shoulders, making soft reassuring sounds.
“And look at that… you took all of me in one go,” Ganondorf said in a pleased tone, his hand patting Link’s hip like he was reassuring a restive horse. “Not bad at all, boy.” Of course, he was only just beginning, savoring the way Link squirmed under him as he slowly pulled back and pushed forwards again.
Link gasped, forcing his hands to relax their grip on Zelda’s leg. “Sorry…” he whispered breathlessly, then cried out in surprise as Ganondorf’s next thrust hit that strangely pleasurable point deep inside him. He couldn’t tell if it was the unexpected pleasure, or he was just getting used to it, but that awful burning pain was starting to lessen slightly.
Ganondorf didn’t exactly mind if Link hated every second of this, but it was somehow sweeter to hear the boy liking it. “Ah, Link… just look what a natural you are…” he said in a low voice rough with pleasure. “You’re starting to enjoy this.”
Goddess help him, he actually was. The next thrust didn’t quite hit that spot, but the one after it did, and he cried out again, his hands dropping down to the stone so he didn’t bruise Zelda any more than he already had.
Seeing him braced in a more sturdy position, Ganondorf started to increase his pace. He could hear pain and pleasure both in Link’s voice, and wasn’t sure which one was better to his ears. The combination was the best of both worlds, really.
At this point, even if he’d been able to focus, Link was being moved back and forth too much to do anything useful for Zelda, who withdrew to a more comfortable sitting position. Interestingly, she didn’t move back to the pool, and he wondered if it was entirely so she wasn’t far from Link if he needed support… or perhaps that she was enjoying the look on the hero’s face.
Next time, he decided, Link would be facing him, so he could see the contorting expressions and flushed cheeks for himself. Or maybe… “Once he’s used to this, Princess… he can be in the middle, hmm?” She blushed, but Link groaned, shuddering in a way that felt absolutely delicious around his shaft.
“Oh? You’d like that?” Ganondorf asked, voice rough and just a bit uneven, now thrusting in a hard, steady rhythm that left Link helpless and breathless below him. One hand slid up the boy’s back, fingers twining not too hard in his hair and pulling his head up a bit. “You’d like to be fucking her, while I’m doing the same to you?”
Somehow, being forced to look at Zelda while he was saying those awful, dirty, delicious things made it twice as bad. He shuddered with shame, but there was no hiding the way his hard cock bounced helplessly against his stomach with every thrust. He’d had a fair bit of experience now with sexual pleasure, and nothing had ever felt quite like this. Each deep, deep thrust was a sharp jolt of pleasure so intense that it bordered on painful, sending a throb right down through his cock every time, as if it could possibly get any harder.
This could just continue on indefinitely, as far as Ganondorf was concerned, but all the intense anticipation was pushing him right to the edge faster than he’d intended. “Link,” he said, running out of breath himself, both hands back on his hips now, to hold him just so as he drove into him, “Tell me. Who do you belong to?”
Link gasped and shivered and squirmed, unable to bring himself to say it. He glanced up at Zelda, who was looking very engrossed in watching them, and also guilty for enjoying it. Okay, so looking at her wasn’t at all helpful, just made him more tongue-tied than ever.
“Just say it,” came his voice again, almost a growl. One of those massive hands crept down farther, teasing close to his shaft but not quite touching him. “Tell me how your body is mine!” Link shrieked as Ganondorf’s massive hand suddenly engulfed his aching cock.
Link didn’t even realize his cries had shifted to words until he heard his own voice echoing back off the rock walls. “Yes! Yes, I’m yours, I’m…” He broke off, inarticulate as he came harder than he could ever remember in his entire life, his entire body shuddering uncontrollably. Even having Ordona’s spirit leaving his body hadn’t felt this intense, and he was glad he was on all fours and being held up, or he would have just completely collapsed.
Now that was what he’d been waiting for. Link had been his in fact since he’d first carried his unconscious body back to the ruins of Hyrule Castle. Zelda had much more quickly accepted her fate, and learned to adapt. But this, when the boy not only finally accepted it but embraced it… perfection. He groaned as he finally released inside of him, claiming the hero as his own, as if there had ever been a doubt.
Slowly he pulled his softening length out of the boy, watching the fascinating way his hole immediately started to tighten back up. He looked delicious like this, well used and completely his to enjoy. Link whimpered softly and sank down to the ground, his body still twitching now and then. With a sigh of satiated pleasure, Ganondorf sank back into the spring, lounging and taking up an entire side of the small pool to himself.
Link pushed himself to his hands and knees and wobbled. He’d had such an intense orgasm that his left leg seemed to have gone completely numb, and was now unpleasantly full of pins and needles. That couldn’t be normal… Other muscles kept cramping, too, including ones he didn’t know could cramp. Zelda slid over to him and he leaned gratefully against her, relishing in the feel of her cooler skin.
She eased him back into the pool, letting his head lean back against her chest. Link, for his part, seemed perfectly happy to just float for a while in the pleasantly warm water resting on the best pillow he could imagine. Even the sharper cramps and aches were soothed, feeling more like the pleasant burn from a good workout.
“Just wait till you see what I have in mind once we’re back at home,” Ganondorf said, reaching out with one foot to caress up Zelda’s leg to her thigh. She looked over at him, and actually smiled slightly, her arms wrapped loosely around Link to hold him in place.
“First, we make sure there’s a home to return to,” Zelda said, relaxing back against the curved wall of the pool.
“I told you I’d protect what is mine.”
“Let’s hope it’s not too much even for you.”
Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your support, and I hope the chapter was worth the wait.
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