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Lord Ghirahim's Sky Slave	By : sexyPineapples Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Lord Ghirahim's Sky Slave
- 1
Not one to reason with conversation, Link did the only thing he knew and unsheathed his sword. Lord Ghirahim scoffed at Link, his back still turned to him as he studied the markings on the golden door. “Did you really just draw your sword?” Ghirahim asked, “Foolish boy…”
Ghirahim turned to Link and opened his arms. “By all rights the girl should have fallen into our hands already. She was nearly ours when that loathsome servant of the goddess snatched her away.” Ghirahim brought his hands to his face in frustration. “Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Furious! Outraged! Sick with anger!” he shrieked. Link braced himself as Ghirahim vanished in a cloud of triangular fragments and the room darkened significantly.
Ghirahim was out of sight, and Link frantically looked around in anticipation. He had no idea when the Demon Lord would reappear and he had the suspicion that Ghirahim would attack him.
“This turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed,” the voice was all around the room, and Ghirahim remained invisible. Link could see that this was an abnormally dangerous situation. Link wasn’t quite as experienced with his sword as he would have liked, and he wouldn’t be able to keep up with that disappearing bit. He heard a soft chuckle echo through the room and he gripped his sword tighter. How would he get through this alive?
Suddenly, Link felt Ghirahim behind him, his head tilted over Link’s shoulder, and Link gasped harshly. Link’s body froze up and he held his breath. The strange man was intimately close. Link could feel Ghirahim’s chest against his back and Link’s heart thudded loudly.
“Still…” Ghirahim said, “It hardly seems fair, being of my position, to take all my anger out on you.” Ghirahim’s face was inches away from Link’s and Link could feel his breath against his cheek. The hair on the back of Link’s neck stood up briskly. Move. Move! Link kept thinking, but he felt locked in place. He couldn’t concentrate.
“Which is why I promise up front not to murder you…” Link eyed him nervously as he spoke. “No, I’ll just beat you within an inch of your life!”
With that, Ghirahim faced forward over Link’s shoulder, pressing his body against Link’s back, and an improperly long tongue shot out of Ghirahim’s mouth and flicked close to Link’s face. The spell on Link’s legs seemed to break and Link stumbled away from Ghirahim with a yelp of surprise. Link clumsily gained his footing and turned to face Ghirahim.
Ghirahim gave out a sinister laugh and centered himself in the middle of the room. His red and yellow cape began to vanish into thin air as he yelled out. Link readied his sword for the fight.
Without any weapon, Ghirahim began walking towards Link, right hand reached toward him. Was he going to fight with his bare hand? Link wondered. Or maybe magic powers could come out of his hand. He did have the ability to disappear whenever he felt like it.
The only thing Link could do now was attack and see what Ghirahim’s fighting style was like, though it seemed that Ghirahim was studying him just as hard. Link held his sword ready, and Ghirahim eyed it. Link lunged at Ghirahim with a side slash, but Ghirahim’s hand grabbed the blade and pushed it back. Link jumped back, in shock, and Ghirahim smacked him painfully.
Link tried to hit him with a vertical slash, a diagonal slash, a couple jabs and a spin slash, but Ghirahim continued to grasp his blade and shove it to the side, still walking casually towards Link, as if he knew that Link couldn’t get away from him and he didn’t need to waste effort running at him.
Link was furious. He began recklessly slashing his sword at Ghirahim at any angle his hands would send it, and Ghirahim blocked every attack with his bare hand. Link decided to push him towards a corner with the sword. Ghirahim’s eyes glinted at him and he vanished. Link spun around, frustrated that he hadn’t thought of Ghirahim doing that.
Ghirahim was right in front of Link and he chuckled as he smacked him again. Link’s face stung bitterly and he was shaky with aggravation. Ghirahim’s white lips curled into a sadistic smile and Link made another desperate attempt to hit him with his sword. An upward diagonal cut miraculously hit his torso and Ghirahim’s crescent shaped eyes widened with rage.
Grasping for the opportunity, Link hit him with a few more erratic slashes and then Ghirahim jumped back with a shriek. Link realized how rare chances like that would be and tried to think of the best way to attack him again.
Ghirahim walked back towards him, still slow, but Link could see the anger on his pale face. Link tried to hit him with the sword, but Ghirahim grasped it again and, instead of blocking it, Ghirahim ripped it from Link’s hand.
Link took a few wary steps backwards. Ghirahim had his sword. Link now had… a flying beetle and a slingshot.
“Hah!” Ghirahim shouted, slicing Link’s sword at him. Link jumped away just in time. How mortifying. “Quite the sword you have here.” Ghirahim was walking intently towards Link. “But so long as you telegraph your attacks like the novice you are, you’ll never land a blow.” Link felt his cheeks go red as Ghirahim taunted him with his own sword. He had to find a way to get it back, and he couldn’t block it with his own fingers.
Ghirahim narrowed his eyes on Link, and then he threw Link’s sword at him. Link dashed out of the way, panting. He turned to where his sword lay in the corner and then looked at Ghirahim. Ghirahim looked to be in the middle of a decision, so Link made a break for his sword. He heard the sound of teleporting as he reached down, and he heard the swish again. Ghirahim stood above Link as he reached towards his sword and his heart dropped into his stomach.
They made eye contact as Link crouched and wrapped his hand around the handle, but Ghirahim crushed Link’s hand with his foot.
Link cried out in pain as Ghirahim chuckled. Ghirahim withdrew his foot and Link pulled his hand away, cradling it with his other hand. It was throbbing with pain, but nothing seemed to be broken.
He took his chances and reached for the sword, but Ghirahim put his foot on it and kicked it across the room. Link realized that Ghirahim wasn’t going to allow him a fair fight. Bastard.
Link went to stand up, but he received a sharp kick to his ribs and toppled over. Ghirahim nudged him on his back with his foot and placed his foot on Link’s heaving chest.
“I can no longer sense the girl’s presence…” Ghirahim said thoughtfully, looking at the door as he pinned Link with his foot, “and you have been such a distraction. I’ve had a change of heart.” Link was breathing frantically. He needed to find a way to get out of this.
Ghirahim’s eyes darted down to Link. “I have no choice but to punish you. I really will take all my anger out on you after all.” Link swallowed, keeping eye contact with Ghirahim, and tried to pry his foot off his chest with his hands.
Ghirahim obliged with a laugh and removed his foot, causing Link to take a breath of relief, but his foot quickly went between Link’s legs, landing firmly against his groin, and Link’s eyes went wide with fear. Link’s lips parted and he sat up slightly, palms flat on the floor. “Hmph.” Ghirahim crouched over Link’s body and gazed at his face. Link was hot and sweaty and he couldn’t breath normally. Ghirahim’s hand wrapped around Link’s neck, and Ghirahim stood, forcing Link up by his throat.
Then Link was pinned to the wall and Ghirahim squeezed his neck slightly. Link’s head was dizzy and warm and he closed his eyes. He had no chance fighting Ghirahim off. He would have to go along and hope that Ghirahim wasn’t too harsh, or hope for an opportunity to escape.
Still grasping Link’s throat, Ghirahim brought his face in and trailed his lips along Link’s jaw and up to his ear. “I’m going to make you pay expensively,” Ghirahim said quietly in Link’s ear and Link shuddered. “I’m going to make you submit to me, though…” Ghirahim trailed his hand up Link’s thigh and Link whimpered, “I think you have already submitted.” Ghirahim’s hand possessively wrapped around Link’s member and began to stroke him. Link kept his eyes shut and tried to think of other things, like flying, or Zelda. Link was terrified to find that his cock was growing hard in Ghirahim’s hand, and Ghirahim kept his lips on Link’s ear.
“You can’t help it, can you boy?” Ghirahim whispered, and Link turned his head away from Ghirahim’s face. He was ashamed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Link liked Zelda, and wanted to be with her. Ghirahim’s pace sped up and Link grew harder, telling himself that he was only getting hard because of the thought of Zelda. Ghirahim’s grasp around his neck tightened and Link became dizzier.
Then Ghirahim removed his hands from Link. Link opened his eyes in a daze, catching his breath, and Ghirahim grabbed him by the back of his tunic and threw him forward to the center of the room. Link toppled on his hands and knees and Ghirahim walked towards him. Link could see his sword a couple of meters away and started to push himself up with his hands.
“Don’t even think about it!” Ghirahim demanded from behind him. Link held still, not knowing if he should obey or try to get his sword. If he disobeyed Ghirahim, he didn’t know how terrible the consequences would be.
Ghirahim was quickly on the ground behind Link, pushing him down on his stomach. Ghirahim wasted no time ripping Link’s boots and leggings off, tossing them aside. Link gasped and dug his fingers into the floor, scared witless. He felt Ghirahim’s gloved fingers sneak up underneath his tunic and grasp his lower butt cheeks. Ghirahim spread Link’s cheeks underneath his tunic, and his thumbs rested centimeters away from Link’s anus.
Link turned his head to see Ghirahim crouched behind him, watching him while pulling on his ass. Link was at a loss for what to say (not that he ever had much to say) and continued to watch Ghirahim. Ghirahim reached a hand up, his other hand still gripping Link’s butt cheek, and conjured a black blade.
Was he going to kill him while fucking him? Link tried to mentally come to terms with the fact that he might die while being raped by a man, a man who happened to be hunting Zelda. Would he do these things to her as well, or did he only prefer men?
Link’s eyes widened as Ghirahim lifted the sword, his eyes still intent on Link’s face. Ghirahim brought the flat side of the blade down on Link’s ass, sending sharp pain through Link. Link screamed. Link realized he wasn’t getting chopped up, but he was going to be spanked with the sword.
Ghirahim laughed at him and brought it down on his ass again. Link screamed again, grasping at the floor. He turned his face forward, unable to keep it twisted around and unable to watch Ghirahim beat him.
Ghirahim continued the sharp and relentless beating, and Link continued crying out. Tears were forming in Link’s eyes and his butt cheeks were stinging brutally. Link’s cries slowly turned into whimpers.
“I am tired of this!” Ghirahim declared, making his sword vanish. Link exhaled, spent and numb with pain. He didn’t want to do anything anymore. Link just wanted to get away from this place, return to the sky, and live out a boring life.
Ghirahim brushed his palms on Links ass cheeks and Link jerked. Link slumped back down on the ground, motionless. Then he felt Ghirahim’s finger trailing circles around his anus and Link tensed back up. He really would be deflowered here, on the temple ground. “Ah,” Ghirahim mused, “have you never been touched…” he jabbed the tip of his finger into Link’s hole and Link tried to claw his way forward, “…here? Stop squirming. You are my slave now and you will learn to like what I do to you.” Ghirahim pushed his finger into Link’s ass all the way and it came with a burning sensation. Link’s body turned hot as he penetrated him.
Link still attempted to move away. “I said stop squirming! If you don’t hold still then I will make this ten times more painful.” Link froze. He believed Ghirahim would follow through on threats. “That’s a good boy…” Ghirahim began stroking his finger in and out of Link, and Link felt entirely under his control.
He felt Ghirahim remove his finger and then he felt something wet tracing around his hole. Link whipped his head around and saw Ghirahim’s face planted. No, he can’t be doing… that, Link thought. Link had been darting madly about the forest and temple all day. How could Ghirahim want to do that?
Ghirahim’s tongue pushed inside and Link closed his eyes tight. This was humiliating. Link felt paralyzed, like a puppet controlled by Ghirahim. He couldn’t move any part of his body.
He remembered just how long Ghirahim’s tongue was and braced himself for it. It kept pushing in, farther and farther. It was ungodly long, and it felt good. Link was pissed with himself when he silently admitted how nice it felt. His body shuddered and he began to breath heavily. The tongue was soft and molded to his passageway.
After reaching as far as the tongue would go, Ghirahim withdrew it and began to stroke it slowly in and out. He kept the pace slow and hot waves of pleasure began to travel through Link’s helpless body. Link began to crave a release that wasn’t the same as when he polished his sword. Or maybe both could happen at the same time, he considered. He could whack himself off while Ghirahim penetrated him, if Ghirahim would allow him that freedom.
Link blushed. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about these things. As Ghirahim stroked the tongue in and out, making Link feel more and more desperate, Link realized that this was only between the two of them. He wouldn’t have to tell anyone about this, and since he had no choice, he might as well make the best of things.
Link looked back at Ghirahim, panting, and caught his eye as Ghirahim was withdrawing his tongue a few inches. Ghirahim could see that Link’s face was flushed with pleasure and pulled his tongue all the way out. Link breathed harsher, wondering what Ghirahim would do next, wishing he could have the tongue again. He was mesmerized.
“It seems you’ve come around to like being punished, just like I thought you would,” Ghirahim said, crouched behind him. His eyes were dark with lust and intent. He gave Link an evil, accusing smile that caused Link's heart to flutter. Link watched as Ghirahim pulled away from him and his white bodysuit began disappearing like his cloak. His erection stood, tall and white, and Link shifted. He didn’t know if he could take something that size, but he had no choice. “I believe you are ready for this. Don’t you agree?” Ghirahim said, positioning himself behind Link, grabbing Link by the belt of his tunic and pulling Link backward so he was on his hands and knees in front of Ghirahim’s cock.
“I’m debating whether I should be gentle with you, or rough…” Ghirahim’s cock rested against Link’s butt crack. “You were a major distraction and prevented me from getting that girl, but you see, I’m growing a little fond of you… but first, your clothes will have to go.”
Ghirahim snapped his fingers and Link’s tunic and sleeves and gloves vanished. All that was left was his leather belt and chest strap. Ghirahim looked pleased at the image of him naked and bent over, wearing just the belt and strap. Link shivered in the cold air of the temple.
Ghirahim grabbed the back of his chest strap and yanked Link back, bringing his smaller body against Ghirahim’s taller one. They were both on their knees, and Ghirahim began biting and licking the skin on Link’s neck. Link closed his eyes as Ghirahim brought his right hand in front of Link and wrapped it around the base of Link’s throbbing penis. No one had touched him there either, and it was about time that somebody did.
Ghirahim rubbed his thumb in circles on the head of Link’s penis and gave the shaft slow, tight jerks. Link began to breath rapidly, tilting his neck in submission to Ghirahim’s mouth.
Ghirahim slowed the stroking down to concentrate on positioning his own penis at the entrance of Link’s hole. Ghirahim pushed the thick head of his cock into Link and Link gasped. It burned immensely. Ghirahim pushed it in an inch, then another, and Link’s body automatically attempted to jump away. Ghirahim wrapped a forceful hand around Link’s belt to hold him in place while he pushed his penis past the ring of muscle. Link winced at the pain.
Ghirahim breathed harshly in his ear and Link felt goosebumps all over. Ghirahim continued stroking Link’s cock as he inched inside his ass. The pain would be almost unbearable, subside after a few moments, and when Link’s body relaxed, Ghirahim would enter him another couple of inches. Link wondered if Ghirahim had ever been in his position.
The combination of everything Ghirahim did put Link in a state of surrender and bliss. His penis was being tended to and he felt like he would release soon. The pleasure he felt in his cock shot up through his stomach and mingled with the pain he felt in his ass, turning it into… wonderful pain. And Ghirahim continued to breath in Link’s ear and nibble on his neck and shoulder. Link felt like his entire body would burst. He felt desperate for release but wanted the sensations to last.
Ghirahim managed to push his full length into Link and waited for a few moments. The pain began to fade and Link was relieved that it wasn’t so unbearable. He felt incredibly full and his stomach was tight with the sensations coming from his cock.
Ghirahim used Link’s belt to pull out of him and push back in, slowly at first. The pain was gone and Link craved the feeling of Ghirahim’s demon cock pounding deep inside of him. Ghirahim continued to stroke him firmly with his hand while penetrating him.
“You like that, huh?” Ghirahim whispered into his ear and Link’s body tingled again. His began to moan with Ghirahim’s thrusts. “You don’t want to admit it,” he continued, “but you want me to penetrate you. You are desperate for me. This is the best sex you will ever have, and you know it.”
He thrust forcefully into Link and imitated the motion by thrusting his grip down Link’s cock. Link cried out loud and Ghirahim smiled against his face. “You’ve given yourself to me. You walked blindly into my domain, and now you are my slave.”
Link didn’t care anymore. His body was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t care about anything. Ghirahim removed his hand from his belt and wrapped it possessively around Link’s throat, pulling him against Ghirahim’s sleek, hard chest. They were both drenched in sweat and the feeling of Ghirahim’s muscles pressed against Link’s back was thrilling.
As Ghirahim sped up his thrusting and stroking of Link’s cock, he forced Link to face him and invaded his mouth with his enormous tongue. He pushed his tongue to the back of Link’s throat while lightly choking him. Link’s cries were muffled by his mouth and he was on the brink of coming.
Ghirahim pulled away from his mouth and kept his lips against Link’s face, breathing loudly against his skin. Link could feel him smile. “You’re mine,” Ghirahim said softly. “Look at me when you come. I want to see how much pleasure I give you.”
He thrust hard into Link and Link opened his eyes to look into Ghirahim’s large, black ones. Link’s lips sat slightly opened and his face was pink. He looked like he was in agony, but Ghirahim knew the boy enjoyed it.
With the strokes, Link felt his body tense up with a maddening need for release. His body felt warm, full, and desperate, and his belly was overwhelmed with sensations from all ends. A few more thrusts and Link felt an orgasm rip through his entire body and out. Come began to fly out of his cock like a fountain and Link screamed out his pleasure, his eyes fixed on Ghirahim’s.
Ghirahim pressed his hand over Link’s mouth, muffling his cries, and was even more aroused by the image. Link was such an attractive man, with features that were almost feminine. Ghirahim wondered how he was so lucky to have such a tasty morsel stumble into his lair.
Link’s orgasm died out and Ghirahim removed his hand from Link’s cock, keeping his other hand pressed tight over Link’s mouth. Ghirahim grabbed Link’s belt again with his free hand and hastened his pounding. Link was getting a little sore, but he would endure it until Ghirahim came too. He wondered if demon cocks lasted longer as a rule.
Ghirahim’s breathing was more needy as he fucked Link. “How are you holding up, slave?” he breathed in Link’s ear. His mouth was still covered by Ghirahim’s hand though, and muffled noises were the only sounds that escaped. Ghirahim chucked and gasped at the wonderful tightness of Link’s anus. “You can’t be the only one to be pleasured. I’m going to use you like the sex slave you are.”
He pushed Link forward into doggy style position and grabbed his belt with both hands to increase his ability to pound. Ghirahim was stronger and larger than Link. “You should be grateful,” Ghirahim said in between sighs of pleasure. Link thought Ghirahim might be getting close. “Look how much I did for you.” Ghirahim’s sighs were turning into moans as he sought his own release.
Link shut his eyes and rocked back and forth on Ghirahim’s cock. He relaxed in a sleeplike state for a few moments.
Then he felt Ghirahim smack his ass, reviving the sting that his sword had made. “Stay awake!” Link’s eyes opened and he tensed up. Ghirahim was tall enough to reach forward with one hand and collect Link’s wrists. Link caught his breath and marveled at the strength of Ghirahim. Ghirahim pulled Link’s wrists behind his back and kept them wrapped in his masterful hand as he rocked harder. Link planted his shoulders and face on the ground. He was more alert, and he became slightly wound up again.
Ghirahim pulled Link’s wrists upward, forcing Link in a strange position. He loved seeing Link like this. If he were in his own environment, he would have tied Link’s arms up like that. Ghirahim began yelling in pleasure as Link started to moan again. Ghirahim cried out as pleasure overtook his body and he came in Link’s sore ass. He smacked Link in the ass again and Link’s body shuddered. Link was moaning loud and boyishly.
Link felt semen fill him up and cringed at the wet feeling inside him. All the same, he had mentally agreed that Ghirahim did wonderful things to him, and he was already eager to offer his body to Ghirahim in the future.
Ghirahim finished coming inside Link and pulled his long penis from the boy’s ass. Link toppled onto the floor, landing in his own pile of come, still breathing hard. Ghirahim surveyed him and smiled slightly. He had been too soft with the boy after promising to punish him, but Link was so soft and lovely to look at, and his cries of pleasure were delightfully cute.
He stood up and made his clothes reappear, and he watched Link push himself up and turn around to sit, facing Ghirahim. Link was naked and pink, glistening with sweat. His eyes locked with Ghirahim’s eyes, Link’s blue eyes pleading and Ghirahim’s black eyes possessing.
Ghirahim normally had a lot to say, but this time he had no idea what to say. Link looked like a sacrifice to him, offered up on the floor before him. And there were too many unknowns. When would he see the boy again? Ghirahim could find him when he had need of him, he decided, unless Link ran back to the sky and refused to brave the surface.
He narrowed his eyes at Link and simply said, “Goodbye, sky child.” Then he disappeared, leaving Link panting, flushed, and naked on the floor.
Link rose after a few minutes of absorbing reality and he gathered his sword. He would need to bathe as soon as he found a body of water, and then he would need to find Ghirahim so he could continue being the Demon Lord’s sex slave. He was ruined for other people now. Zelda would never be able to give him that experience.
Link looked around the room absently until he realized that his clothes were gone.
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