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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for the feedback, including that impressive flame from newenglandee. That was without a doubt the best thought out, most thorough flame I have ever recieved. You make some good points. However, the Spirits guarding Hyrule are there to prevent hostile takeover, or plunging into darkness. Ganondorf is simply ruling the place, not causing any damage (except to Zelda and Link in private, of course). And yes, it's true, I'm taking some liberty with assuming the people of Hyrule will be happy with the hero who vanquished Lord Zant co-ruling with Zelda. I'm assuming that the threat of having Link tortured for anything Zelda does against Ganondorf will keep her in line. I'm assuming Zelda is wise enough to let go of her pride enough to keep her people safe and country peaceful.
Link was nervous in a way he couldn't remember being before. Leaping over bottomless gorges? Sure. Flinging himself into battle against impossibly strong foes? No problem. But apparently ask him to get up in front of half a town's worth of people for speech making, even when he wasn't going to be doing the talking, and watch him go to pieces. His mouth was dry, his palms clammy, and somehow the more nervous he got, the calmer Zelda seemed to be.
With every step, she became more serene, happier. By the time Ganondorf threw open the door to the catwalk heading out to what used to be the castle proper, she was actually smiling. Of course, feeling the sun and wind on his face made him feel immensely better too… at least until he caught sight of the throng of people waiting to hear Zelda speak. Then all the nerves came back, and it was really momentum that kept him following the two of them along the top of the wall. It had been broken off, of course, but was temporarily built up into a podium of sorts, to address crowds until the castle and courtyard had been repaired.
At the end of the walk, Ganondorf stepped to the side, allowing Zelda to move up to the dais. Even standing on one of the stones, she didn't even come up to his shoulder, but somehow her slender form drew all attention, her hair and skirts blowing gently in the breeze, and she almost glowed in the sunlight. She raised her hands, and the crowd erupted into cheers.
After a moment, she lowered her hands again, and the cheering died down, allowing her to speak. "My dear people… I have been longing for the day when I would finally be able to address you again… if only from a bit of stone rampart in a construction site." She smiled, inviting the laughs. "To be honest, watching your valiant efforts rebuilding the castle have given me great comfort as I have been convalescing over the last week.
"While being held hostage by the Twilight Lord Zant meant there was little I could do personally, it was not impossible for me to reach out of our country for help. Link, a courageous goatherd from Ordon, fought through impossible odds, betrayal, and darkness to come to me and help free Hyrule. Lord Ganondorf, of the Gerudo tribes, started the long journey towards Castletown. We thought we had a third ally in the deposed Princess of Twilight, but once she came close to achieving her own goals of regaining her throne, she abandoned our goals, attempting to dethrone Zant and take control of Hyrule and the Twilight Realm herself.
"As most of you may have noticed, the resulting battle did some damage to the castle," she said dryly. There was a pause for laughter, and maybe Zelda could sense Ganondorf's growing dissatisfaction with the speech, or maybe she'd already had it planned. "If it were not for Ganondorf's strength and ferocity in battle, there is no doubt we would not have prevailed, and our beloved country would still be in shadow, our people trapped in Twilight.
"But thanks to this unprecedented cooperation between our disparate peoples, Hyrule is free once more, and will continue to rebuild!" There were shouts of agreement, support from the crowd. "It is my greatest pleasure to announce that Hyrule, Ordon Province, and the Gerudo Nation will be joined together and ruled by a triumvirate! I am certain our peoples will only prosper under this union." She took Link's hand in hers, unflinchingly taking hold of Ganondorf's on the left, and raised both hands over her head to the loudest round of cheering yet. Bowing gracefully, she turned and stepped down from the makeshift dais, Ganondorf handing her down with an intense gaze and grudging nod of respect. Ignoring the painfully tight pressure of his fingers on her hand, she returned the nod and strode back to the tower, sweeping Link and Ganondorf along in her wake. Link, at least, was feeling a little bit dazed, like he wasn't entirely sure what just happened.
It wasn't until they entered the tower and Ganondorf sent the few guards scurrying with a glare, his hand clamping on Link's arm with an iron grip, that he realized that yes, Zelda had actually just done that, and now they were about to face the consequences. Ironically, now all his nervousness drained away. This was back on familiar ground again, even if it wasn't pleasant.
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Outside, nobody noticed the patch of slightly darker shadow lurking under the scaffolding erected against the south wall. While the departing crowd was jubilant, the shadow seethed with betrayed rage.
.
She had been magnificent.
Ganondorf respected brilliance and power in all forms, even as he desired it. And in being such as Zelda, with such a blend of strength and wisdom and beauty, the desire strengthened right to lust. Lust for her physical self, of course, but also an intense, burning desire to control that power, to dominate her proud will. That was why he'd set up this scenario, of course, and he was pleased at how obligingly they had fallen for each other.
He tightened his grip on Link's arm, lifting him off the ground and dragging him up the stairs. Zelda rushed after, demanding that he put him down. After all, she hadn't technically broken any terms of their agreement. Of course, she knew he wouldn't, he saw the challenge in her eyes as she stepped down from that dais, every inch a queen. She knew what this was going to mean for the both of them… although she had been clever in promising continued appearances to her public, requiring him to keep her in a physical condition fit to be seen.
That was fine. There were other ways to break her to his will. And he'd have a few days' grace anyways. That emotional speech had clearly taxed her so she'd need time to recover… or so he planned to say the next day when she didn't reappear to her people.
As the only section of the castle to survive with only minor cosmetic damages, it had been sensible to not only keep his prisoners on the top floor, but set up his own quarters and the public meeting room on some of the lower levels. He still treasured the look of horror on Zelda's face when she realized he'd been sleeping just two floors below them this entire time, able to scry their activities whenever he deemed fit. The tower was sealed, and he had dismissed his servants for the day, keeping only a Twilit in his own rooms to attend to whatever needs he might require. Secure in the knowledge that neither of them was going anywhere, Ganondorf flung Link up the last curve of stairs and strode unhurriedly after him.
Zelda rushed past him to Link's side, horrified at the casual brutality and the way Link cried out unwillingly as he hit the staircase. She had known, academically, that rebelling the way she had during her public address would have this consequence. However, seeing Link cringe in pain as he sat up, rolling the shoulder he'd landed on, was a different level of understanding. "Leave him be!" she snapped, standing in front of him.
Ganondorf halted several stairs below, so he was looking right at Zelda. "Oh, I don't think so. You see… the two of you seem to be operating under some misguided principle that you can still beat me. That if you try hard enough, you're going to be victorious." He kept climbing, until he was standing just the stair below her, looming over her as he stared down. She didn't back away, he noted. "You keep forgetting that I've already won."
"I hold all the cards," he said, grabbing a fistful of her hair, prompting a quickly stifled yelp. "I have all the power, and you… both of you are mine, to do with as I wish." He reached past her, throwing the door open, and flung her through, heedless of the long strands of hair that tore from her head. Link scrambled up as Ganondorf strode past him, leaping onto his back.
Before he had a chance to get his hands up anywhere they could do any use, Ganondorf snatched Link from his back, wrapping one massive hand around his throat. He lunged forwards, pinning Link to the wall, his feet well off the ground. The boy's hands scrambled at his, short, dull nails unable to do more than scratch lightly at his skin, completely unable to break his vise like grip.
Zelda came at him then, and he snagged her with his free arm, pulling her tight against his body. She struggled against him, nails digging into his hand, not quite able to reach far enough to stamp on his feet. He'd been half-hard from the moment he took her hand after the speech, and he ground his hips forwards against her back. Her shudder was delicious, as were her renewed struggles, squirming against him and only increasing his arousal.
He bent his head down, murmuring in a low voice, "Look at him, Zelda… struggling for breath, helpless… and all your fault. I don't plan to kill him… but it's so easy to squeeze just a little too hard…" He suited action to words, Link's body stiffening in pain, his franticly clawing hands slowing, weakening.
All at once, he felt Zelda's struggles stop, though all the tension remained in her body. He could feel her trembling, with rage or fear he didn't know and didn't care, but her hands dropped from his arm, moving behind her, resting lightly on the shaft pressing into her back. "Please… let him go," she said softly, the promise inherent in her hands rather than her words.
After another couple of moments, just because he liked the helpless, half-senseless look on Link's face, he released his hand, letting the boy drop to the ground. He fell limply with a soft wheeze, coughing pathetically as he struggled to breathe. Wrenching her eyes from him, Zelda turned around to face Ganondorf, her trembling hands stroking him through the fine material of his clothing.
Impatient, he undid the fastenings, pulling his shaft free of his trousers. He let out a soft groan of pleasure as Zelda's hands wrapped around him. He pushed her head down, enjoying the feel of her tongue and lips on the head of his cock. Her mouth was too small to properly take him in, but he reasoned that was no reason why she shouldn't pleasure him anyways.
Zelda hoped beyond measure that Link was unconscious and would stay that way. She hated the thought of him watching, couldn't stand to see his innocent self tainted by this. It was bad enough that he saw the aftermath, could guess what she was doing to keep her country safe. Worse by far for him to see her so depraved.
Even without the humiliating, forced aspects of dealing with Ganondorf, she far preferred to lie with Link. He was gentle and caring, yes, but more to the point, his was the size her body was designed to join with. Gerudo might be human, but their hard desert life and careful breeding over the centuries had produced a race substantially bigger than their Hylian cousins, and it took both of her hands to wrap around the thickness of his shaft. And she knew well how hard pressed her body was to accommodate such a girth.
His hands had just moved from her head to her back, starting to undo the lacing on her dress when she heard a hoarse yell of fury. Link flew past her, hitting Ganondorf hard in the chest, his hands clawing at his face and teeth sinking into his neck. As a human, this wasn't nearly as crippling a blow as one would hope, and Ganondorf roared in rage. He swung a fist, catching Link in the stomach, his other hand lashing out at Zelda, spinning her to the floor with a vicious backhand. The reflexive retch from the stomach blow made Link loosen his grip and he dropped to the ground, dark blood on his teeth.
"You have the manners of a dog, boy," Ganondorf snarled, drawing himself up to his full height, ignoring the torn, sluggishly bleeding bite on his neck and the faint scratches just below one eye. He smirked, and Link's already bruised stomach plummeted. "So I'll have your body reflect the animal you are." He raised his hand again as if to strike, the glint of an intricately carved Twilight focus glinting in his fist.
At least as a wolf he'd have proper teeth again. Link stood his ground as the familiar sensations of Twilight magic surrounded him, his Triforce flaring, shifting him into the form of a wolf to protect his spirit. He didn't expect Ganondorf's full weight to crush him to the ground even as he finished transforming, forcing the breath out of him in a pained yelp. He heard tearing cloth, and a strip of something being bound around his muzzle, keeping his jaws clamped together, Ganondorf's hands tying the knot cruelly tight behind his ears.
He felt himself picked up, tossed like a sack of grain against the wall. He let out a muffled yelp as he hit the ground, and by the time he got back to his paws, the manacle on his leg was attached to a new chain bolting him to the fireplace. Link saw Zelda struggling to her feet, saw her running towards him, saw Ganondorf's heavy hand come down, knocking her to the ground barely two feet from the end of his chain. Link strained against it, whining, his paws scrabbling on the floor, but couldn't get closer to her.
Ganondorf didn't bother with the niceties of unlacing her gown this time. Starting from where he'd torn a strip of her skirt for Link's makeshift muzzle, he simply tore upwards, exposing her legs, her hips. For a moment, he considered stopping there, since he'd uncovered what he wanted, but decided he liked the idea of exposing her fully, leaving her nothing to hide behind. He reshifted his grip up to her bodice, ignoring the feeble protests of her hands pushing against his, tearing through the cloth and tossing the rags to the side.
She squirmed away, her fingers just managing to brush Link's fur before Ganondorf yanked her back, kneeling over her. Link whined helplessly, straining against the chain, trying to reach them. Oh, he liked this… he liked this a lot. Making sure the wolf could see everything he was doing, Ganondorf seized Zelda's thighs, yanking her up against him. She cried out as his too-large head pressed against her entrance, struggling against him. Showing an impressive amount of strength and flexibility, she sat right up on his lap, her hand swinging for the bite Link had left on his neck, her fingers hooked into claws. He roared with pain as her nails dug into the damaged flesh, and shoved her backwards onto the floor.
She tried to scramble away again, but he kept a firm grip on her leg, his other hand reaching forwards to her neck. Twisting agilely, she sank her teeth into the skin between thumb and finger, making him shout and slap her. Pain exploded in her cheek and behind her eye, and she cried out involuntarily. His hands were at her legs again, pulling her against him.
Oh, he liked her like this. Far more entertaining than the obedient, unresisting episode in his quarters days ago. He pressed himself against her entrance, using one hand to help hold himself straight as he pushed into her gloriously tight body. She screamed and flailed, pushing against him, her nails scratching along any bit of his body she could reach. While she wasn't doing him any serious damage, it was annoying, and he moved his hand from his shaft to her arms, pinning them above her head. His other hand held her thigh tightly, keeping her hips in place while he forced his way into her.
Link keened helplessly, pawing at the muzzle, pulling at his shackle, trying desperately to get to Zelda. They were maddeningly close, their hands just inches away from his back paw at farthest stretch. He could see the raw lines her long nails had left on his arms and face, could smell the metallic taint of blood in the air, whimpering as the scent of hers joined his. He could see every line of pain on her face as she tried desperately to squirm away from him, could hear the panting gasps of her breath as she struggled not to cry out.
Ganondorf was thoroughly enjoying himself. He should have done this the first day he had the two Hylians under his control. Link's eyes in the wolfish face were still human, and were wide with pain and horror and desperation, his ears flat and tail tucked tight to his rump as he struggled against his bindings. The raw emotion was delicious, almost as enjoyable as the feeling of Zelda's tight heat around him. She was biting her lip, fighting back tears from the pain of his intrusion. He moved within her, his pleasure growing at the way she squirmed and cried out under him.
Moving slowly became easier, her blood coating and slicking his length as he drove into her over and over. The wolf had laid down now, still straining towards them, whining, flinching every time Zelda cried out. He made sure she had plenty of reason to, taking a moment to bind her hands with another scrap of her skirt, freeing up his hands to run over her body. He tried pushing a finger into her mouth to make her gag, but her teeth sank in just below his knuckle, and he had to dig the fingers of his free hand in under her jaw to make her let go. The fact that she was still fighting back, even as helpless and pained as she was, made him groan, his hips driving into her faster, savoring his domination over her.
He alternated between caresses and pinches, light stroking and cruel scratches. Zelda wasn't sure which she hated more, the touches that almost brought pleasure or the ones that sent searing pain through her body. She yelped as his teeth bit into the soft flesh of her breast, thrashing under him, whimpering as his tongue played softly over her nipple.
Ganondorf looked up at Link, shifting on the floor at the very farthest reach of his chain, still trying helplessly to escape. His hips drove powerfully into Zelda's resisting body, her struggles growing weaker as his thrusts grew in pace and depth. His eyes stared into the wolf's, making every thrust, every whimper from Zelda into a statement, a declaration. Fury rose in those blue eyes, clouding the humanity in him, making him seem more truly animal. Link growled low in the throat, a pointless threat as he was in no position to do anything about it.
"Mine," Ganondorf growled back. "Both of you… mine!" His voice rose to a snarl as he drove into Zelda deep enough to make her scream, matched by a sympathizing keen from Link. The sounds of their shared pain were as the most perfect music he'd ever heard, and he released deep inside her, his hips thrusting minutely as he came.
He took his time withdrawing from her, savoring every whimper she made. Her bound hands were over her eyes now, her teeth clenched with the effort of not breaking down completely. Picking up a scrap of fabric from her gown, he wiped himself clean, tossing the rag at Link, who scrambled out of the way like it was a hive of bees. Slowly, he laced his trousers, tugging his shirt back into place, running his hands over his hair to smooth it back down. Link watched him furiously, Zelda shuddering with the effort of holding herself together. He smiled slowly, fingers brushing lightly over the wound on his neck, twisting up the collar of his shirt to disguise it. The pain didn't seem to bother him now, brushing the blood from his knuckles onto the black shirt where it blended invisibly. "Now don't go anywhere," he mocked, sounding utterly pleased with himself as he withdrew from the room, locking the door behind him.
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