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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 8
- 9
- 10
VIII
Village by the sea, Termina, a few years ago.
"What's that scar on your chest?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, his back turned to Melody, Link stared down at his hands before answering. He couldn't tell the truth. She would ask more. And he would have to reveal what he was.
"A fight that went wrong..."
"A fight? This is clearly a serious injury, Link..."
"Yeah. It was. I almost died."
"And how did you survived?"
"... The people I traveled with knew quite a good healer."
"You were lucky..."
Melody stared at his back. He was clearly not telling the whole truth. He had been a mercenary, so injuries and scars were easily explainable. But he was too vague, still. Just like he had been when she asked about the triangles on his left hand. A tattoo, he said, to be identified more easily in Hyrule, because he was wanted.
Link had not hidden anything about how he had become a criminal back in his homeland. But there was a cloud, shady part in his story when it came to what he had done right before coming to Termina. He never gave details, rarely spoke of the people he used to know and he traveled with except the magician he had left with, Erk.
When it came to the women, or more precisely the number... Well, he couldn't give an answer because he didn't know. Melody knew he had a few serious flirts before, but nothing more. She felt conflicted about this: Mel was not the kind of woman to run after men like him, but he had something. Link had something that attracted her and she couldn't tell what exactly. And this attraction had brought her to his bed. Like many other women before her. She wasn't exactly proud to have let herself be seduced, but somehow she hoped she would be the one to change him...
It was a naïve thought Melody had scolded herself for many times already. A teenager hope a woman like her shouldn't hold on to.
She sighed as he got up and gathered his clothes. He was a quiet man, never exactly warm nor cold. A man with an apologetic smile and a sunken heart.
She watched him dress up. He never looked at her.
And she wondered if he had always been like this. If this man had ever felt any kind of passion.
Or if he had always been this empty...

It was a grey and cold day in Hyrule. Wrapped into a wool blanket, Midna watched, from the balcony, as her brother trained. He had improved, a lot, since Kar was gone. She suspected the boy was trying to be at least as good as their brother to impress Isca, and maybe replace Kar a little. She watched him bestow blow after blow at the training dummy. If he kept going with such energy, Midna thought, Mathias was sure to become the real replica of their father.
His father.
Her throat tightened.
She had told herself many times to stop thinking about this, because Isca was her father too, for he was the man who had raised and loved her.
She watched Mathias' back, remarking how he was the exact copy of Isca. And she, of Tatl, but for a few details. And for a moment, she wondered what that man, the one who had gotten her mother pregnant of herself and Kar, could look like.
She thought of her twin, thought of herself, and thought of Tatl. Kar looked so little like their mother... He must have had lots of similarities with that man...
And thinking of a man who looked much like her brother made it hard for Midna to hate him.
She felt no desire to meet him, but she didn't despise him neither. Her mother only had to resist him.
I could have resisted.
It was Tatl's fault if everything had happened, after all.
My fault.
Midna sighed. She got up, rested her hands on the balcony and stared down at -through- her brother. Was it normal to hesitate so much after what had happened? She wondered if Gregory would act as if everything was like it used to be, or if he would ignore her...
How had her real father reacted when he had learnt Tatl was pregnant? If he was gone, something must have been quite wrong.
I'm only reliving my mother's life.
What to do now? Tell everything to someone and get Gregory in trouble? Or go to him and hope he wouldn't be ice-cold with her? And if he was, indeed, ignoring her and what had happened, what would she do? How would Midna react?
What have I done?
"Midna?"
She jumped, looked down. Mathias was standing below her, staring at her, looking worried. "What's wrong? You're crying."
Midna raised a hand to her face, wiped the tears away. She hadn't realized she was crying. "I'm fine... I was only thinking of..." The words got caught in her throat.
"Kar?"
She nodded, smiling sadly. It was disgusting to use the disappearance of her twin to camouflage her mistake.
"You want to talk about it? I can come up."
"No, thank you Mathias. I'm fine." She tried to smile more, but her face fell in a grimace as she started to sob. "You're a good... Brother..."
Turning around, she ran inside the mansion, heading for her room.
Mathias stared up at the empty balcony and sighed. He shook his head lightly, then returned to his training.

Kar was starting to get used to the desert. Maybe it was because they were slowly leaving this arid region that he could walk a whole day without suffering from dehydration or over-heat. Around them, the golden sands of the Gerudo Desert was mostly gone. Only a ghost of the Goddesses' sand still remained as the wind blew. The ground was hard and dark brown. Dried, cracked, dead. Nothing lived there but the heavy silence between him and Jade as they walked towards something. Something that no one knew what it was.
In need to feel some human presence under that pale, whitish-blue sky, the boy decided to speak:
"So, you've been in the desert all your life?"
Jade looked at Kar from the corner of her eyes, her face bearing a serious mask that couldn't mean anything but her sincere disinterest for the young man she was now accompanying. "You've been in Hyrule all your life?"
"Yeah… In Castle Town, in fact. Haven't been out the city much."
"Haven't been out the desert much." She replied.
They had been walking together for a few days, now. And they hadn't talked much, but to agree on where to stay for the night and when to stop for meals. They were out of the desert already, and closer to the Terminian borders, nearing Ikana Valley. There weren't any Hylian soldiers in these regions because, first of all, the Gerudo Desert was nowhere a Hylian would like to be, and also because the Ikana Valley was known to be haunted and filled with bandits and criminals fleeing from Termina.
Therefore, they were safe.
"Will you go back to the desert after?" Asked Kar, almost shyly.
"Yes."
"Your family is there, I guess you must be missing them, already…"
Jade snapped her head up to look at him. "My family?"
"Yeah, you know… Mother and father and siblings…" Said the blonde, casting his gaze on the sandy, hard ground.
She stared at him a moment, before returning her gaze upon the brownish, dry horizon. "If you're asking, I guess you must be missing them."
"I do."
"You'll go back to Hyrule, then."
"I don't think so. It was made clear that I should never go back… For my own safety…" He chuckled bitterly, before shaking his head.
Silence fell between them once more. But a heavier one, like a thick cloud of awkwardness that you could cut through with a knife.
"You… wish to talk about this?" Asked Jade, hoping to lighten this ambiance, though her tone of voice betrayed that she would not be very much at ease to listen.
Kar shook his head. "There's nothing more to say…" He sighed. "Are we getting to Clock Town soon?"
"Maybe a week." Replied Jade, relieved by the change of subject.

Clock Town was buzzing with life.
It was more of a city than a town, for it was Termina's capital and held, between its walls, more people than Castle Town, even though the Hylian city was bigger. It was a lively place where the weather changed between heavy rain and bright sun. It was a warm place where humidity would sometimes make your clothes and hair stick to your skin. The natives didn't seem to mind the weather, going through their tasks day after day, with the same smile upon their faces.
Clock Town was a city of smile and happiness. The complete opposite to Castle Town.
In its center, an immense clock sat, like a throne, and it was said to have been given by the Majora God, before the Goddesses came upon Termina. The city –once a town- had taken its name from the clock itself. Clock Town was divided in four areas corresponding to the cardinal points: North, East, South and West. South Clock Town was the center of it: it held the famous clock as well as the yearly festival dedicated to the Majora God; the North was an immense park, an area to relax from the daily chores. It held a fountain said to be the home of a Great Fairy, which no one had ever seen; the West was where the shops and merchants would be and finally, the East was the entertainment district that held the Milk Bar and the Stock Pot Inn, amongst other locations.
Stock Pot Inn was Termina's main and famous inn. Anyone who came to Clock Town would try to rent a room there, which was fairly difficult due to the small amount of rooms available: three. Two rooms were on the second floor, and another one on the first floor, where Anju's mother used to have her bedroom, before she passed away. On the first floor, Stock Pot Inn had transformed its rather boring reception hall into a big bar which was popular enough to fund the inn and allow it to continue its business.
The barman occupied the last available room of the Stock Pot Inn, on the second floor. Where the bathroom used to be was now the biggest of the rooms and it could hold up to two people. But the barman, a tall, grey man with dark and long hair, lived alone.
From noon to midnight, he would be down at the bar, every day, serving customers and wiping glass clean. He knew his clients well, though they knew nothing of him, except that he was Hylian. He was an attractive man, becoming better and better as he grew older. He would attract women's attention with his long, thick onyx black hair, pale greyish skin, pale purple eyes and thick black beard. The barman wouldn't return their intentions, though, or flirts. He would merely smile at them, and he rarely spoke to anyone.
No one knew what his life before the Stock Pot Inn was, and no one really cared, in the end. They just knew that he was there and had been there for long, becoming Anju's helper and partner. Someday, she would leave him the inn, she said, and retreat. She and Kofei, her husband, had no children and seemingly would never succeed into conceiving any little Terminian who would take over the inn.
Anju had a younger sister who possessed half of the Stock Pot Inn. Her name was Nimu. She was happily wed to a very correct lad, and had a few children who bore no interest in the inn at all. Nimu rarely came to visit, but when she did, the barman couldn't help but stare at her. It was known to everyone: the barman was in love with Nimu.
She reminded him of someone he knew, he would explain, when asked why he stared at her so much.
She was a very small woman with a very little frame but strong hips. She had short chocolate brown hair and immense green eyes that he couldn't look away from.
He had been working at the Stock Pot Inn for nearly twenty years, and had been staring at these eyes from the first day up until now. Nimu did not mind him anymore. She would smile, and say, softly "Hey, Erk! How are you doing?", and he wouldn't find the strength to answer, so he would nod lightly then look away, lowering his head.
"My sister looks like a woman you've lost?" Had once asked Anju.
Erk had nodded.
"What was her name?"
"Nami."
"Wow. That's quite a similar name too... What was she like?"
"She had the same eyes."
"What happened?"
"She died."
Anju was quiet a moment. "I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault." No one had spoken for quite a long while.
"Doesn't it hurt to look at Nimu, then?"
A bitter smile had appeared on the barman's lips. "More than anything you can imagine."

Gregory stared ahead of him as he made the ices in his empty glass tingle together. He tried to focus on the plan, on the "take-over" with Isca. In a few days, they would be deposing the Queen herself. Zelda would not be armed and would not be imprisoned in the dungeons: she would be kept in her private quarters and guarded by Gregory's best men day and night.
Isca had no intention towards the throne or the crown. He did not wanted to become king, but he wanted the power. He would propose Zelda a partnership: she would remain the Queen of Hyrule, keep her crown and her symbolism, but he would be the one taking the decisions. If she agreed, it would be for the best as the population would follow more easily. If she did not –and sincerely, neither Greg nor Isca thought she would-, then the men would have to impose themselves over the people and there would be revolts, there would be violence.
They were prepared for this.
No one wanted to have anyone hurt, but this was most likely not going to happen; the population would not be happy, or most of them wouldn't. The Queen's guards wouldn't let them take over the kingdom so easily and even less capture Zelda: blood would be shed.
The lieutenant sighed and stared out the window, at the rainy night. The humidity was getting to him, and usually it didn't bother the lieutenant much. He remembered his younger years in the army with Isca, when they were only lads and not yet so high up in the hierarchy. They would have killed blindly on the order of the Princess Zelda, would have protected her at the cost of their lives.
He wondered when his loyalty had switched, when he had decided to follow his friend instead of his Queen. Zelda was not a bad ruler, but she had lost credibility amongst the nobles when she had softened with the criminals and given them more rights than most free and good men could have in the kingdom. Isca had, on the other hand, a more realistic view on what Hyrule should be and how it would be ruled, which must have been the reason why Gregory had turned towards him as a potent ruler.
But beyond that, Isca was a good man, a stand-up warrior who had worked all his life for Hyrule. He had been a slave to Hyrule, to Zelda and had received little consideration in return. It wasn't said, but it was like having held no criminal charges against him when he had stabbed the Hero was enough consideration coming from the Queen.
Gregory sighed. Right now, the take-over was not his first preoccupation, really; he wondered for how long he would be able to keep down his affair with Midna.
He had broken, when he accepted to bed her, his personal vows of loyalty towards his friend; he had disrespected his decision and beyond that, he had hurt the honour of a young woman and had humiliated his own son without him knowing anything about it. He didn't know what he found most disgusting between betraying Isca and his son, but either situation only left a bitter taste in his mouth that even alcohol of the finest quality could not dissipate.
He promised himself not to see Midna again.
And half his mind agreed firmly with him. And the other half only reminded him of the velvet softness of her skin, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips and how round her ass was. Truth was, he hadn't felt like this in many, many years. And would he had been with any other woman, he would probably keep of it only a good memory and a good story to tell somebody, one night when he would be too drunk and old to care. But it was Midna. It was a girl he had seen grown up. And it sickened him to be stuck with an erection while thinking of her.
He thought it was somewhat funny, maybe even a little weird that he had never looked at Tatl that way: she was a beautiful woman, his age furthermore, and had the same body type as Midna... Yet, he had never been attracted by her, whilst Midna -a younger version of Tatl, essentially- was putting him in a state he couldn't name. This girl had something. Something dashing and reckless. Something in her stare, in her ice-cold, steely stare that was unsettling and bringing Gregory to his knees in front of her.
And even if he tried to convince himself with all his might not to see her again, he knew Midna would come to him. And he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back if she tried anything on him.
He chuckled, accepted he was slightly drunk. And insulted what he was becoming in his mind.
How could he look at Isca's face again?

Isca stood by the empty, cold fireplace. This wide, large, elegant living room in which he was felt empty and sad, heavy with a dark atmosphere that came from the knight himself. He rested an elbow on the top of the fire place, and his forehead in his hand. He sighed heavily, darkly. With his free hand, he shook his glass lightly, making the ices in the alcohol tingle. He was probably drunk. He wasn't sure anymore, he just seemed to be under the alcohol's influence most of the time since Kar was gone.
Outside, the night was dark already. It was a humid, bone-chilling night. It was raining a lot recently. Hyrule had never been such a warm kingdom anyway, so such temperatures were not exactly uncommon. However, even in plain sun, now, the knight felt that cold, that deadly, creepy winter bite against his skin, his bones.
When he had stabbed and choke the Hero, all these years ago, and had sent him to Death's Doors, he had felt little remorse. What had brought him back to the quest was not his will to help the Hero. It was his own pride that kept him from giving up and his love for Tatl. He had not forgiven himself because there was nothing to forgive. The bastard had asked for it and he had gotten what he deserved.
Nowadays, the Knight Commander had done something he couldn't forgive himself for and sleeping at night was getting more and more difficult. To sleep, he had to get drunk until the room spun around. Then, and only then, he would be able to lay down and let himself lose consciousness until the next morning.
But tonight was different. Tonight, he felt like he was about to explode. Not that something new had appeared. Not that anything had gotten worst. It was just too much. The silence was too heavy, heavier than the atmosphere in this room. Heavier than the world. And like a waking volcano, Isca was close to eruption.
As far as History goes, no volcano was ever known not to ravage what was around it.
A violent headache was bound to begin in Isca's skull as Tatl walked into the room with her aura of nostalgia and eternal sadness.
"Isca?" She whispered, looking over at her husband. She had no idea he was there. Or home. She knew little of his whereabouts since the latest drama and to be true, it didn't bothered her much. "I thought you were out."
He felt no desire to answer, instead kept his back to her. A hammer pounded against his cranium, behind his eyes.
Tatl stared at him, her husband. He had never looked so tired and down... His hair was messy and he hadn't shaved in only the Goddesses know how much time. Even without seeing his face, she knew he looked tired and older since Kar's disappearance. Somehow, it touched her to see him being so troubled by the boy's vanishing. She had always assumed he disliked the child because he wasn't his. However, he couldn't be in such a state if he wasn't worried... Could he?
He felt her getting closer and tensed, somehow praying she would not dare touch him.
She rested a hand on his arm.
"Please don't touch me." His voice was soft, quiet. Or at least as much as the weather gets soft and quiet right before the murderous storm.
Tatl obeyed. Innocently believing she understood him, that she knew him well enough for this. "I miss him too..."
He twitched. Like the very first lightning bolt in the dark, black sky.
"I didn't think it hurt you so mu-"
"Shut up." Voice of thunder. The storm was now started.
Tatl backed off instinctively. "I'm sorry..."
Softly, the knight sighed. "No... I am." He whispered like the sun sometimes pierces through the dark clouds.
She smiled. He didn't see it. "It's alright."
She's faking. He thought, his mind lost in his drunkenness.
"Isca... I'm happy you're home tonight." Tatl sat down on the sofa. "I've been hoping to get some time alone with you for a while, now... There are things we need to talk about."
"Like what?" He asked, bitterly, unwillingly.
"Well... You've been away a lot recently... I think the children miss you."
And they don't miss their mother who's ignoring them ever since her dear son has gone missing? He thought. "Hm", He said.
"They need their father..."
"And their mother." He snapped. Thunder breaking through the skies.
"What do you mean? I'm always here."
"No, Tatl. You're always off in your mind with your fucking Hero and his son."
She was shocked by his sudden outburst, yet she did not show it. "Link is past."
"Don't pronounce his name in front of me."
She got up, now irritated. "Stop denying what happened."
Isca turned around. The Volcano erupted. "I am denying, Tatl? I am fucking denying?! I am the man who sacrificed his name to marry a whore who got pregnant out of wedlock with a piece of absolute shit. I am the man who raised this scum's children and loved them, I am the man who assured your life and I am the man who loved you even after you cheated on me and got pregnant elsewhere! Now tell me what I am denying, Tatl! Tell me!"
Speechless and afraid in front of such anger, Tatl took a step back.
"What? I'm scaring you now? You're afraid of your husband, Tatl? Afraid of your knight in shining armour, Princess?"
"I-Isca... Please calm down..." She tried to sound unafraid, but failed.
"But I'm calm Tatl." He stepped forward. "I'm very, very calm, Tatl."
"No you're not." Her voice became higher.
"You never knew me. You never cared to know. I tell you I'm calm."
"Isca..."
"Stop calling my name!"
She whined in fear. Backed off only to find herself stuck against a table. "Please."
"Please what?" He was on her, his chest an inch away from hers. His gigantic body over hers.
"S-stay back."
"Why? Am I disgusting you, dearest?"
"You smell of alcohol! You're drunk!"
"You smell of whoredom. It never stopped me from loving you."
"Isca!"
"Stop calling my name!" His hand, his large, strong palm hit Tatl's pale face before she even realized he had moved to strike her.
Tatl's feet lifted from the ground. She felt like she was flying away. But she did not. She merely, disgracefully, crashed in the table behind her, through it. Her body, her back, hit the floor heavily. She cried in pain and in fear, covering her face with her arms in a useless attempt to protect herself.
Isca stared at her as she laid on the floor, sprawled, broken into the pieces of the broken table. He felt no shame for what he had just done. He felt nothing.
"I should have hit you many, many years ago. But I was still a good man. A naïve boy. I really did believe in this, Tatl. In our life together. That you loved me. Because I did. More than anything else. And I shouldn't have." He said, whispered, with an emotion somewhere between regrets and disgusts. "I wish I was sorry."
The storm was over.
Saying nothing more, Isca left the room. He gathered his armour and weapons, his money, and left the mansion with no intention of returning.

"What's going on?" Asked Midna, as she appeared in the hall where Mathias was standing still, staring into the living room.
Mathias did not answer, he shook his head very, very lightly, as he wouldn't stare away from the living room. Midna walked past him, puzzled as she looked at her brother's face and couldn't understand the expression he bore on his face. She walked into the living room, wondering what was in there to get Mathias so stiff.
And she gasped as she saw her mother sitting on the couch, crying uncontrollably, a hand on her hand. She sat awkwardly, visibly in pain.
Midna turned around, and addressed her brother "For the Goddesses' sake, Mathias, call Dad!"
He shook his head again. "He's... gone."
"What do you mean, he's gone?! Someone assaulted Mother!"
"He hit her."
Midna froze. "Who...? Who hit Mother...?" She demanded, whispering, her heart beating fast.
"..." Mathias stared at his sister a moment, himself not believing what he saw. "...Father."
The siblings stared at each other a while. Only the painful moan of their mother broke their trans. Midna swallowed her saliva. "Go get Olwen, please..."
Mathias nodded before running to get the Sheikah.
Midna turned around to look at her mother. Tatl wouldn't look up at her, she tried to control her breathing, her crying but couldn't. How could Isca, how could a man like him, so good, so great, could do this to his wife? Midna had heard about men beating their wives, but she had never believed to witness it into her own home...
Was it the destiny of every single woman to be hurt and shamed by a man? A man they did not loved and were forced to be married to...?
Tatl moaned lightly in pain.
"I'm h-here, Mom..."Midna said, voice shaking.
"Go back... in your room..." Ordered the Twili, weakly.
"What?" Midna was shocked by her mother's request. "I'll stay here with you, you need help..."
"I don't want you to... To see me l-like this..."
"It's too late." She said, after a while.
Tatl groaned in pain as she tried to sit up straight. "Olwen is coming, I heard you... asking Mathias to go and get him... You can-"She paused to straighten her back, but couldn't. "You can go back to bed, Darling."
"Why did he hit you?" Asked Midna, not registering anything that her mother had just said.
Tatl did not answer.
"Why?" Asked the young woman again.
What could Tatl answer? Because he was drunk? Because he was upset? Because he wanted to? Because Isca had reasons to hit her for the past twenty years and tonight was when he had broken down, finally? "He didn't mean to, Midna. We got into a fight and he couldn't hold back." She looked up at her child, half her face covered by her hand. She had blood at the corner of her lips and though it hurt, she smiled to her daughter. "Go to sleep, my dear. Your father and I will work this out together and we will all be fine, okay?"
Midna stood still. She looked down at her mother. She wondered if that woman, who had been beaten up by her husband was showing the greatest strength of the world to lie so blatantly, so badly, to her child just to comfort her and defend her husband, or if Talt was only a living demonstration of how pathetic a woman can become just to act as if she was strong while she wasn't...
Olwen arrived with Sheik and Mathias on his heels. He dismissed Mathias and Midna softly. The boy did not wait any longer to disappear in his bedroom while Midna, for a long minute, stood still and stared at her mother.
She then nodded, lowered her gaze and left to reach her own bedroom.

Mathias sat on his bed, sweaty and shaky. He had been masturbating furiously for hours, always bringing himself close to release but never achieving it. He had witnessed every second, every detail of the scene. He had seen his father hit his mother with tremendous strength and that sight, the sight of a woman being beaten had broken –released- something in him. Something bad. Something that made him rock hard and guilty.
He dressed up, frustrated and feeling sickened by his own behaviour. His own deviancies. Mathias left the mansion, not knowing where to go, but just needing to walk away, to breathe fresh air and find some sort of release, somehow, somewhere.
It was raining outside. The boy did not mind. He left the noble neighbourhood quite quickly, his feet seemingly bringing him to the slums. He did not know why, but he felt like he would find what he was looking for over there.
What was he looking for anyway? He didn't know. But he would find it anyway.
The slums were built with, contrarily to the richer areas, very narrow streets in which hand-built, twisted, broken houses would pile up against and above each other. In every corner there was an ugly, poor soul staring at you from its darkened spot. Mathias, tall, strong and handsome was like a white dot5 in the middle of a black canvas.
"You lookin' fo' some fun, lad?" Suddenly sked an old, twisted man, seemingly appearing from nowhere.
Mathias stopped and stared at him, a weird expression on his face.
"You lookin' at me as if you saw a Goddesses damn ghost! What's wrong?" The man chuckled. His diction wasn't clear as he missed many teeth and what remained of them was fairly rotten. "The girls are over here." He said, motioning behind him. "They do anything fo' twenty rupees, handsome like a God or ugly like a goat's ass!" He laughed.
Mathias slowly walked towards the man. "G-girls...?" He asked, voice low and soft.
"Yeah! Girls!" The man walked clumsily to Mathias. He smelled foully, reeked of disease and slow death. He grabbed the boy's big, healthy arm with his frail, skeletal hands and dragged the young man with him. "Girls! They're charming creatures and they'll like you! They don't get lads like you often!"
Mathias followed, too curious, too excited to turn back. He was fully erected once more when he found the strength to articulate, after swallowing his saliva one hundred times "... These girls they... Do they... Undress...?"
"Of course! They undress themselves. They undress you. They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow!" The old man chuckled. "They're good!"
They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow,
They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow,
They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow,
They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow,
They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow,
They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow,
They put yo' cock in their mouth and swallow,
This sentence played in Mathias' mind in repeat as he followed the old man. His heart raced in his chest. His penis felt like it was about to explode for being this hard for so long.
"Lad, you gimme twenty rupees for a girl, heh? I show you da' place, you repay me with twenty rupees, heh?"
"Y-yes... Of course..." Breathed the boy, voice hoarse as it passed through his dried throat.
They arrived in a red alleyway. It was called the Red District, informed the old man. Lanterns painted in red were everywhere, emitting a red, dramatic light outside and inside the buildings. Faint music was heard from someone playing lute somewhere, women laugh echoed once in a while as well as moans of female and male pleasure.
As they got deeper into the Red District, they crossed a woman standing in a doorway, her dress down to her waist, exposing flattened breasts and ravaged skin by years of sexual abuse from numerous men, on a daily basis. She smiled to Mathias, showing black teeth. Her eyes were circled with black and it was impossible to figure out if it was make-up stain or the results of abuse of different sorts. "Hey boy..." She whispered, to catch his attention. "Lookin' for somethin'?" She giggled, or tried to, as it sounded more like a screech right out of a dying, sick dog.
Disgusted and yet fascinated, Mathias stared at her a moment, then returned his attention to the old man who was dragging him away. "She's Nan. Does everything for 7 rupees."
The old man finally entered a building, Mathias on his heels. It was a brothel, the young man understood right away, as he saw the numerous naked women walking around. Right next to the entrance, a man was fucking a whore from behind and in the far corner in front of him, two women were touching and licking each other as a man masturbated to them.
"Here, I brought you! Now, my rupees!" Asked the old man, tightening his grip on Mathias' arm.
He did not answer, merely searched into his pocket to find a red rupee and give it to the man who flew right away to a young blonde and disappeared with her.
Mathias stood in the brothel, alone. He looked around, his erection hurting him as he stared at the busy couples.
Whores passed by. They were beautiful compared to what he had seen on the streets: average girls with average bodies. They were alright. Yet, as excited as Mathias was, he did not find anything of much interest. All these girls were used, tainted... They were ridden and loose from being done by so many men... The thought slightly turned the young Hylian off, but his erection remained.
He walked around, looking at the girls and the people, intently staring at a man who was ejaculating on a whore's face and breasts. He wondered if he could just stay there and masturbate to these people having animalistic sex all around him.
And then, on a corner of the room, there was a tall, skinny blonde man standing up, his back against the wall and a knee folded so his bare foot would rest on the concrete behind. Hands in his pocket, he stood still, shirtless. His skin was very pale and he was hairless. His hair was yellow, messily chopped down to his jaws, and hung over the left side of his face, while the right side was held by the boy's ear. He had feminine shaped, washed-out grey eyes, a straight nose and pulpy, red lips. He looked young, maybe Mathias' age or a little younger
Mathias walked to him. The boy looked in his direction.
"What's your name?" Asked Mathias, feeling weirdly appealed by this other man.
"Lance." Whispered the blonde.
"What are you doing here?"
Lance stared at Mathias as if he did not understand the question.
"What... What are you doing here?" Repeated the noble young man.
"I'm a whore." Answered Lance, somewhat surprised he was asked such thing.
Mathias stared at him, his erection feeling unbearable. "You... Women... They come here for you?" He asked, surprised to find a male in a brothel. Well, a male who was working there...
Lance shook his head. "No. Women don't come."
"Then... Who do you... offer services to?"
"Men."
Mathias stared at Lance, who looked back at him. They held eye contact for a while, neither of them moving. Mathias felt his heart racing madly in his chest, as if it was pumping an ocean of blood right into his midsection. "Are you... twenty rupees too?" He heard his voice asking.
Lance shook his head. "Fifteen."
"I'll give you twenty."
The blonde looked at him sharply, curious and distrustful. "What do you want?"
"I don't know."
"Your first time?"
"Yes."
"You want to be the man or the woman...?"
Mathias' face flushed. "I..." He wanted to swallow his saliva, but his mouth was dry. "The man..."
Lance nodded. "You're bigger. It will fit better like that." He took Mathias' hand in his and slowly dragged him away, into a private bedroom, when he told the noble boy to sit down on the bed. He went to a table near the bed on which a carafe full of wine was resting and poured two glasses. He offered one to his customer. "You pay first."
Awkwardly, Mathias found four blue rupees into his pockets and gave them to Lance who hurriedly inserted them into his own pockets.
"Is there something precise you like?" He asked Mathias, sipping wine.
"Do you love men?" Asked the Hylian boy, nervous. He put the fulled glass of wine down.
Lance took a time to think about the question. Then he shrugged. "Sometimes. It depends on the man, I guess. You smell good. I'll probably like you."
"But if you were not a whore, would you fuck men?"
"If I weren't a whore, I'd do something better with my life than fuck men."
"You like what men do to you?"
"Sometimes."
They were quiet a moment. The moans of a woman echoed through the brothel. She screamed. Then she stopped.
"I have fantasies of... hurting people..." Finally said Mathias after a while.
"You want to hurt me?" Asked Lance, staring up at the bigger man.
"I don't know. Maybe."
"You paid extra. You can hurt me."
He looked at Lance. "I'm strong."
"I've known stronger." The blonde shrugged again. "I like it. The pain." Something in his gaze became strangely more intense as he said this. "Give it to me." He leaned forward, caressing Mathias' thigh.
Mathias took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could feel his entire body becoming tense. Lance's hand traveled upward until he reached his erected penis and, softly, he caressed it through the fabric of his client's pants. Mathias moaned loudly, his whole body seemingly catching on fire. He opened his eyes as the blonde moved to his knees, in front of Mathias, between his legs. Slowly, he undid his pants and slipped a hand inside until he could wrap it around the boy's cock. He stroke it gently before exposing Mathias' member.
"Don't think I've had one this big before." Commented Lance before naturally initiating a fellatio on his client.
Mathias moaned loudly again, he leaned slightly backward to allow more room for Lance's movements. Resting on one hand, he grabbed the other boy's yellow hair firmly as he was being serviced by him. Each thrust of his head, his mouth, felt amazing. Like a thousand of fireworks exploding straight into his lower body and going up his spine.
"Oh fuck…" He whispered, then bit his lower lip.
He pushed down Lance's head roughly, penetrating the boy's throat. The feeling was overbearing, so much that he did not hear the blonde's ragged breathing. He heard nothing. Saw nothing.
And thrust his hips forward to make sure he was as deep as he could into his whore's mouth. A long moan escaped Mathias throat. He was close. Very close.
And he got up, still holding Lance's head against him, his penis into his throat. The blonde's nails dug onto his thighs as he choke on Mathias' cock.
Resting both hands on Lance's head now, Mathias started to thrust. Powerfully. The blonde gagged, but he couldn't care less. He closed his eyes, and fucked the boy's mouth, moaning loudly, and never remarking that the whore was regurgitating a mixture of bile and wine he had just drank over him.
Mathias ejaculated with a last, less controlled thrust, deep into Lance's mouth. The blonde, unprepared and weakening from the lack of air, couldn't swallow and most of his client's sperm ran out from the corner of his mouth.
He let go of Lance who fell to the ground, coughing deeply.
Mathias looked down at him and saw the mess in which he was: messy hair, red face, red eyes, wine, vomit and sperm all over his face and chest…
"You're beautiful…" He whispered to Lance.
The boy coughed and sneezed. He wiped his face then looked up. "I'm disgusting… You ruined me."
Mathias smiled. Hearing this frail boy lowering himself after he had used him was… Amazing.
"Yes. You're disgusting. And I like you like that."
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