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Zelda Gets Slimed	By : NTheTwelfth Category: Zelda > General Views: 6944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s note: apologies for not updating this in a while. A lot to plan and no time nor drive to do so. Also, no red ring or silver arrows needed, and level 9 is shorter.
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“Do we really have time for this?” The little blob complained. “We’re here, Spectacle Rock is literally right next to us, and all you can do is lie there with your goods on display!”
Zelda was pinned face down, her mouth full of the loose gravel on the ground and her legs spread wide, surrounded by two very horny Lynels. As with nearly every other monster in Ganon’s army, they were female, but that didn’t stop them from feasting on Zelda’s royal asshole. The long tongues slid into her rear entrance with such fervour and lust that Zelda could barely fight back. Not that she really wanted to, but the thick, muscular arms of the topless centaurs fastened her firmly to this spot.
At least they don’t try to kill me anymore. She was right, as ever since her clothes were lost some time ago, every monster just wanted to fuck, and they didn’t take no as an answer. (Kinda made Gooracie’s special power useless, nice planning job author. Er...me.)
Zelda’s mind went blank, as it has many times prior today, her pussy contracted in a forceful rhythm, and she came violently into the eyes of one of the Lynels, who threw the princess in shock. Zelda came onto the other centaur, and she fell to the ground. All that remained was a smouldering pile of ashes where the powerful warriors once stood, as was the fate of all other monsters that Zelda had squirted on. These ashes fertilized the soil, and made a single flower bloom in the place where the monsters once stood. Zelda smiled in orgasmic bliss, and hoisted herself to her feet. She took a minute to regain herself, and entered the final labyrinth.
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This dungeon was not like any other in Hyrule. It was not a place of worship, or preserving history of how evil had been vanquished time and again. Once upon a time, it did tell the macabre history of Hyrule, from every war that it had been in, to the death of the Hero of Time, it had all been recorded here. It was crafted with the sole intention of breaking people. Chains, cuffs, torture tools, knives, grates, nooses, bags to cover one’s head, hammers, iron cages, firepits, and plenty more were covering nearly every square inch of the lair, most lay abandoned and thrown askew. Blood seeped through the cracks on the walls and floor, creating small streams of both old and new blood, but the prominent white walls still retained their brilliance despite their conditions. The smell was the distinctive iron of blood, alongside ashes, and a familiar salty/sweet smell that Zelda loved so much.
Of course, there was sex tools as well. Wooden horses, anal beads, catheters, speculums, syringes, funnels, gags of all shapes and sizes, a wide array of dildos, vibrators and paddles, empty buckets of lube, old candles, cat ears, and much more. Zelda decided that when she left, she’d take something for the road. From inside herself, she felt her little companion shake. “Scared?” She called into her womb.
“A little,” Gooracie admitted. “This is what I ran from. I...I never really wanted to see it again. This is what I want...have to stop.”
Aren’t you a little soldier all of a sudden? “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yeah? Shoot.”
“Well, it’s just that every other monster that I have came on, it killed them instantly. But not you. In fact, I have seen you rather enjoying my quim juices for a while, after I cum, you tend to lag behind a bit and soak it up. How come?”
“I...I don’t know either. Maybe I’m just special, or chosen for some grand fate or something. Besides, I like the taste.”
“Good enough reason, I suppose,” Zelda remarked as a little droplet dripped onto the cold marble floor as she entered the next room. It was a design that she’d seen plenty of times: a spiral staircase leading down into the bowels of the dungeon. However, this was guarded by two large Lanmolas, either of the large insects dwarfed the young woman with their immense size. However, despite their size, they moved like lightning, able to close the gap between them in a fraction of a second. They each grabbed a wrist before Zelda could react and lifted her off her feet. Any struggling just caused the mandibles to cut her skin more.
“Fressssssh meat.”
“Fressssssh meat.”
“Give to Ganon?”
“Give to Ganon.”
“Put there?”
“Put there.”
The large blue centipedes carried the kicking woman into another room deep within the dungeon, the other monsters looking at the naked woman, some of which Zelda had never seen before. Jealousy? Envy? Pity? All of the above? Murmurs and glances shot too and fro, frantically trying to figure out how a Hylian got here, and what she intends to do.
“You sssstay here and Ganon will sssssee you sssssoon. If you ssssurvive. And if you don’t, he’ll ssssee you anyway.” And they swiftly left and slammed the door behind them. Zelda tried banging on the door, but to no avail. She turned, expecting a fight to the death.
There were about a dozen quivering little Gels, huddled in the corner, fixated on Zelda’s lean and slightly scarred body. They were...afraid?
“Hey… Are you all okay? I’m not going to-” Zelda slowly walked towards them.
“P-please! Stay away! Keep away from us!” A tiny, squeaky voice called out.
Afraid...of me? Why…? Zelda sat in the opposite corner of the dank room, her little companion looking out at her people from her moist cave. “...Why are they so scared?” Zelda wondered aloud. “Of Ganon, obviously, but why me? It’s almost as if they think I’m going to kill them for some reason. But… I’m different from Ganon… Right? I just want peace for this country, for my land, and my people.”
“...But all those monsters on the way here… Nothing is left of them but a smouldering pile of ash and then a flower. Maybe they think they’ll share the same fate. They don’t want to die.”
“Even so… Maybe I should make my intentions clear, so that they can eventually live in harmony with Hylians. Maybe that could be my legacy to our history.” Zelda got to her feet, but as she did, the doors swung open yet again. The same Lanmolas rushed in and restrained Zelda’s wrists again.
“Lord Ganon wantssss you.”
“He cravessss you.”
“What Lord Ganon wantsss…”
“Lord Ganon getssss.”
They swiftly carried the struggling woman through narrow, dank passageways, spiralling deeper, ever deeper, into the center of the dungeon, into the Eye. They reached an inconspicuous door and threw her in, and once again shut the door before she could react. Ganon’s throne room was dark. It wasn’t any type of darkness that she had felt before. It was...heavy. Evil. Cold. There was a weight down on Zelda that she had not felt before. It was as if the darkness itself was alive and exploring her nude frame, wrapping itself around her, engulfing her completely.
Zelda felt a faint itch in her lower belly, then a scratch, then a distinct pain. She keeled over, and found a glowing upside-down stylized set of three triangles on her skin, above where her uterus was. Gooracie fell out of Zelda’s tight pussy (or rather was ejected quite forcefully), and Zelda fell backwards as a bright light filled the room from this womb symbol, illuminating the throne, and the King of Darkness who sat on it.
He was a huge, boar-like creature with large tusks, blue skin, and yellow eyes, and of course, no clothes. He easily stood at three times Zelda’s height. A huge stained trident sat on a pedestal to the side of the room. The room stank, even worse than the rest of the dungeon, mostly of blood, semen, and tears. However, the thing that caught Zelda’s eye was the very erect cock aimed skyward, adorned with the same set of triangles as herself, as Ganon examined his catch. It was easily the length of her entire arm and about as thick as her thigh (which albeit wasn’t overly large, as she was rather thin and lean). She shuddered at the thought, but her pussy still dripped a bit.
“Welcome to my humble abode, Princess Zelda,” Ganon growled. “Had I known that you were coming… I would have greeted you personally. But it seems that you have been coming for quite some time now.” He stood up, making his large organ stand out prominently. “For that, I apologize. I always try to have good relations with other royalty.” He slowly walked towards them.
Zelda scrambled to her feet. “Good relations?! Ha! Is that what you call seizing my land and raping my citizens? You are a monster! And for my land and my people, I will stop you!” She got into a fighting stance.
“Spirited, are you not? That is a rather rude accusation, young princess.” He turned her attention to the wall. There was a depiction of the First Hero, Hylia, and Demise.
“It was not my intention, not at first, anyway. I am, or was, Ganondorf, the King of the Gerudo. I was raised to be a benevolent king, for my land and my people. I just wanted what was best for them. I wished for strong relations with the Kingdom of Hyrule during the Era of Time.” His head lowered and eyes closed. “I… I fell victim to the age-long curse of Demise. I was cursed to this...form. I tried by force, time after time, to expand my own kingdom, at the expense of the common people. I...am not fit to be a king.”
Despite everything, Zelda began feeling sorry for the former king. She had heard the stories that Ganon was always the same monster ever since the Era of Time, but she still couldn't believe it. He had so much built-up resentment, so much regret, over centuries, and yet the curse of Demise kept him coming back over and over. She lowered her guard.
“However, I am still Ganon, I am the lord of the monsters. And...” He vanished from sight. Not even a trace of him ever having been there. Zelda looked around the room quickly, seeing nothing. A force pushed her from behind, and she fell to the ground on hands and knees. Two large hands pinned her lithe body, and a dome-capped cylindrical object prodded at her vagina. “...I was never known for playing fair.” He thrust in his large cock into Zelda’s tiny slit.
She was surprised that she was still alive, honestly. The immense size of the invader would be impossible to fit, right? But here it was, pounding her tiny whorish body, making her belly bulge every time, shifting her organs around. She almost didn’t notice the pain. The usurper of the throne was raping the princess of the nation, and she was loving it. This was way better than anything else she had used thus far; better than dildos, tongues, sticks, her boomerang, anything. It made her feel full, made her feel complete. Every thrust of the huge dome made the gate guarding her deepest womanhood crumple just a bit more each time, until finally Ganon thrust, and her cervix gave way, where her untouched womb was being filled by the huge meat. Her mind began to go blank as her eyes rolled back, and Ganon flipped her over so they were facing each other, placing her legs on his shoulders.
“You are enjoying this, I take it?” He poked the womb tattoo on her belly. “Do you know what this is, little whore? It shows your power, what the Triforce gives its wielder. The princess’ duty is to breed. You are always going to be fertile.” Zelda heard the words, but didn't really understand. “Naturally, I have the same markings, as did your ancestors. This showed up on the Zelda from my time. Oh, how she cried as I bred her, over and over, making more soldiers for me. You will birth at least triplets every time.” He grabbed her moderate chest, violently waggling to and fro. “These will grow into fine mounds fit for a queen. After your first batch, I will breed you again, and again, over and over, until the die you die. Does that not sound wonderful?”
W-wonderful. Yes… Wonderful feeling.
“Maybe I'll let you fuck my soldiers as well. Who knows, some may be your own daughters. They could be any species, from Lynels to Moblins to Ghinis. Would you like that you little sick incest slut? Would you like your children to lick your loose, used cunt?”
Daughters… Yes, I would like...daughter… my daughters...
Zelda felt the usual burning rhythm in her gut starting again, and felt Ganon sped up and swelled inside her a little. They both knew that they were both going to cum, and…
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[To Be Concluded in Part 5, 6, or 7]
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