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Bride of the Gerudo	By : IDontFail Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 21863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bride of the Gerudo
- 1
Milana was pretty much your average Gerudo. She had dark skin, full lips, long red hair tied in a ponytail, and a figure that men of any species would kill to lay hands on. She'd been training in swordplay, archery and stealth since the time she could crawl, and carried a small armory's worth of weapons on her at all times.
More importantly, however, she was bored out of her mind.
"This is a complete waste of time!" Milana groaned to herself as she began her third straight hour of watching over a captured carpenter's cell. "What's the point of guarding this guy? There's no way he could escape his cell, and even if he did, he'd be caught before he even made it out the front door! And as for rescue attempts, nobody would ever be crazy enough to break into the Gerudo Fortre- huh?"
Suddenly, Milana's internal rant was interrupted as a well-built swordsman in green clothing walked into the room and began conversing through the bars with the imprisoned carpenter.
"Huh, guess I was wrong. Well, at least I'll get some action for once!"
Jumping down from her hiding place in the rafters, Milana drew her scimitars and launched a quick slash at the man's head from behind, aiming for a quick kill. It came as quite the shock to her when the man effortlessly flipped out of the way of the attack and lobbed a bomb at Milana, which she was narrowly able to deflect with one of her scimitars.
"Well, I guess you're not just another weak male," Milana mused. "Still, do you really think you've got a chance against a Gerudo?"
The man's only response was a battle cry as he rushed Milana with a flurry of quick sword strikes. Even with her dual scimitars, Milana was barely able to block the series of attacks, much less counterattack.
"Incredible! I've been training my whole life, and I'm still barely holding my own! This guy's something else!"
Finally, though, one of the man's sword strikes left him overextended, and Milana went in for a strike of her own. However, as the man saw the sword coming at his side, he twisted his body, and Milana's scimitar clanged harmlessly off the shield hanging from his back. Left open by her own attack, Milana had no time to react as the man retaliated with a powerful sword strike of his own that knocked her scimitars from her hands.
Cursing, Milana found herself on the defensive, ducking and weaving around the man's swings as she tried in vain to reach her swords without leaving herself open.
"Damn it, this guy is good! I can't even switch to one of my backup weapons without risking a crippling blow! At this point, my best shot is if I can distract him somehow... That's it!"
In a swift movement, Milana grabbed the fabric covering her chest and tore it open, exposing her ample bust to the intruder. The man's eyes widened, and he froze in shock. That momentary halt was all Milana needed, as her right hand tore a loosely-tied pouch from her belt and tossed it into the man's face. On contact, the pouch exploded into a cloud of white powder. The man's eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Normal Gerudo protocol at this point would be to simply toss the captive into a cell and resume guard duty. However, after the fight she just had, Milana was rather curious about this man. Rolling him over, she removed the pouches from his belt to get a closer look at his belongings...
"Holy shit!" Milana exclaimed as she saw the vast array of weapons the man was carrying. "This guy's better armed than Lady Nabooru! He could probably take out an army and still have enough ammo to go hunting afterwards!"
Milana wasted no time in disarming the man of his multitude of devices, some of which she couldn't even identify. Among his belongings, she found a letter dated seven years ago that identified him as "Link", supposedly some sort of emmisary of the deposed Hyrulian princess.
"This guy knew the freaking princess, too? So far, he's a master swordsman, a weapons expert, a useful political hostage, and pretty good-looking to boot! I don't know if I can be any more turned on right now!"
Okay, it was settled. There was no way she was letting this perfect specimen of the male gender out of her sight. Still, he was an enemy, so getting permission to keep him around was going to be a problem...
"Wait a minute! Wasn't there some old Gerudo law Lady Nabooru taught me about a while back? Something about 'if a Gerudo bests an outsider in combat, and she finds him pleasing to her eyes and her mind...'"
---
As Link awoke, his first thought was that he clearly missed some things when he was frozen for seven years. He couldn't understand why he had frozen up when that Gerudo took her shirt off, or why his pants suddenly felt a lot tighter when she did.
His second thought was to wonder why he was tied up and kneeling on a bed.
Apparently, the Gerudo were just as skilled with ropes as with swords. A tight rope harness encircled his chest and stomach, keeping his arms pinned behind his back in a box tie. Even if he hadn't been disarmed, he wouldn't be able to reach any of his weapons with his arms like this. Making matters worse, some of the harness ropes had been wound between his legs and were currently pressing against his crotch, causing the same painful tightenting of his already constrictive tights. Another set of ropes had been used to tie his legs just above and below his knees, keeping them bent into a kneeling position. Finally, two more thick ropes had been tightly wound around his head as a make shift cleave gag.
"Oh, good, you've finally woken up!"
A feminine voice drew Link's focus from his bonds to the Gerudo who had entered the room while he was distracted. Presumably, it was the same one who had taken him down.
Then Link's brain registered the fact that she was naked. The sound of cloth stretching to its tearing point filled the room as his tights found themselves suddenly occupied by a much larger mass than they had been designed to hold.
"Well, it's good to see I can evoke such a reaction from my husband," the Gerudo said, sitting down on the bed next to Link.
Wait, husband?
Seeing Link's confused expression, the Gerudo spoke. "Oh, right, I forgot to explain that. My name is Milana of the Gerudo, and since I defeated you in combat, Gerudo law allows me to claim you as my husband!"
That got a reaction out of Link. As quickly as he could, he rolled onto his side and tried to use the limited mobility his legs still had to kick Milana away. Unfortunately for him, with his knees bound the way they were, his attack was nothing more than a pathetic flail as far as Milana was concerned.
However, while it wasn't enough to harm Milana, it was enough to anger her. A suprisingly strong arm grabbed Link by his tunic and dragged him back toward his new wife, who had already grabbed another rope from a nearby table. Link's boots were swiftly torn off, exposing his bare feet and allowing Milana to tie his ankles together as tightly as she could.
"How dare you attempt to strike your wife?" Milana growled. "Clearly, I'm going to have to make sure you're properly trained before I can take you out in public!"
In seconds, Link found himself lying face-down across Milana's knees. The Gerudo's hand raised into the air and came down with seemingly impossible force on Link's backside. Link screamed into the ropes between his teeth as he experienced the first spanking of his life. He hadn't felt pain like this since that time he took a charge attack from King Dodongo head-on!
Luckily for Link, the spanking was interrupted by the sound of a bell in the distance.
"Damn it!" Milana grumbled. "I've only got five minutes until my break's over. I better make sure you're properly situated before I leave."
Grabbing a small pocket knife from atop her nightstand, Milana made several incisions in Link's tunic and tights through the rope harness, allowing her to extract the now-shredded remains of Link's clothes from the bindings. With her new husband naked, Milana opened the drawer of her nightstand that contained the "marital aids" she had collected in anticipation of her capture of a husband. Reaching into the drawer, she withdrew several bottles of fluids and powders, along with a large wad of cotton, a rubber butt plug, and a long silk scarf.
"Hmm... These should do nicely," Milana mused.
First, Milana wadded up the cotton and dunked it in a bottle of red liquid. Turning back to Link, she tugged the ropes out of his mouth and quickly shoved the cotton in. Before Link could spit the wad out, Milana had wound the scarf tightly around his head and knotted it around the back of his head. Seconds later, Link's eyes widened, and he began thrashing frantically and trying to work the gag off.
Milana grinned at her husband's reaction. Sucking on that chilli-juice-soaked wad for a while would most likely do wonders for his attitude.
"I've still got about one minute left before I have to get back to my shift. That should be just enough time to set up my other little 'training device'."
Turning back to the nightstand, Milana coated the butt plug with some clear liquid from a second bottle. This bottle contained a special time-release glue of her own invention, designed to disintegrate exactly four hours after hardening. Making sure not to get any of the glue on herself, Milana sprinkled the plug liberally with a granular white powder from another bottle. Once the plug was prepared to her satisfaction, Milana sat back down on the bed, grabbed the still-thrashing Link, and plopped him face-down on her lap.
Link braced himself, expecting another spanking. To his surprise, he instead felt a hard rubber plug being worked into his asshole, causing a strange mixture of pain and pleasure to flood through his body. Just as he got accustomed to this mix of sensations, however, a new one joined the mix: itching. Link howled into his gag, the combined sensations of the chilli juice in his mouth and the itching powder in his anus rapidly driving him to the brink of insanity.
"I hope you remember this next time you feel like defying your wife," Milana said coldly as she rolled Link off her lap and onto the floor before standing up to leave.
"Oh, wait! I almost forgot!"
Milana turned back to Link, kneeled down, and tied a short piece of rope tightly around his cock and balls, causing the bound hero to cry out.
"Wouldn't want you cumming without my permission, would we?" Milana teased, planting a mocking kiss on Link's forehead before she stood up and walked to the door.
"I'll be back in four hours, sweetie," she called back to Link as she left. "I hope you don't miss me too much!"
The door closed behind Milana, and Link was left to thrash helplessly in his bonds.
---
Four Hours Later
"Ugh, what a day," Milana groaned, slamming the door of her room behind her. "Well, at least it was probably better than yours, hubby."
Link barely managed to raise his head, completely exhausted from his futile struggling. Milana couldn't help but admire the way the light shone off her captive's sweaty, naked body.
"So, have you learned your lesson, Link?"
Link nodded meekly. The effects of the chili and itching powder had worn off by now, but the memory of his torment lingered on, and he certainly didn't want to experience anything like that ever again.
"Good," Milana nodded, a sultry smirk already forming on her lips as she picked Link up and gently laid him back on the bed.
"Now that we've established just how much pain I can give you, I think it's time for a demonstration of the pleasure you'll receive if you're a good husband and obey me."
Leaning over, Milana grabbed another bottle from the nightstand. Out of the corner of his eye, Link could see that this one contained some sort of light pink oil.
"This is Gerudo massage oil," Milana explained as she poured a liberal quantity of the oil onto her hands. "It's designed to heighten the sensitivity of the nerves for a most... enjoyable experience."
Seating Link on her lap, Milana began rubbing the oil into Link's torso, causing him to moan loudly. After the four hours of agonizing sensations he had just experienced, Milana's strong, yet gentle ministrations felt like heaven to him. Add in the fact that the young Hylian had no experience with anything even remotely sexual, and it wasn't long before he was leaning happily into his wife's body, snuggling up to her as best he could in his bound state.
"Finally coming around, I see," Milana purred as she finished coating Link's body in oil. "Well, if that feels good, then this will drive you wild!"
Milana's hands began moving downward, sensually massaging her husband's thighs and calves. Occasionally, her arm would "accidentally" brush against Link's crotch, causing a adorable high-pitched moan to escape his gagged lips. It was clear to Milana that if the rope weren't still tied around his member, he would have climaxed already.
Finally, Milana's hands reached Link's feet. As she began to tend to the soft flesh, she heard a muffled chuckle.
"Oh? Are you ticklish down there?" Milana asked teasingly. "I'll have to remember that for the next time you misbehave. Right now, though, let's finish rubbing down these cute little feet of yours."
Link moaned happily as Milana began masssaging his feet. His resistance to his current situation was slipping away more and more with each caress of his wife's hands. All thoughts of his quest soon fled his mind, caring only for the beautiful woman who had captured him and won his heart so effortlessly.
Milana smiled as she noticed Link's vacant, cheerful expression. The mild compulsion spell she had placed on the oil seemed to be even more effective than she had expected.
"See, isn't this better than fighting me?" Milana cooed. "Now, seeing as how I've given you such pleasure, why don't you return the favor?"
Gently, Milana laid Link down on his back before seating herself on his face, her wet pussy pressing against his mouth.
"Now, I want you to lick my pussy with everything you've got."
Link happily complied, determined to make his new wife as happy as she had made him. His soft tongue rubbed eagerly against Milana's womanhood, lapping up her delicious juices and causing her to moan.
"OH! YES! KEEP IT UP! DEEPER! DEEPER!"
As Link continued his oral service, he noticed what appeared to be a small nub of flesh at one end of Milana's pussy. He had no idea what it was, but he noticed that Milana's moans intensified whenever his tongue came into contact with it. Correctly assuming this meant she was enjoying it, Link switched tactics and began to suck on the nub, flicking it with his tongue.
Milana squealed with pleasure as Link began sucking on her clit.
"AH! LINK! KEEP DOING THAT! IT'S SO GOOD!"
Finally, with a loud moan, Milana came, her juices spraying into Link's waiting mouth. As Link guzzled down Milana's cum, Milana decided that her husband deserved a reward for his efforts. Leaning forward, she removed the rope from around Link's engorged member and gently kissed the tip. The effect was instantaneous, and Link finally blew his load, coating Milana's face in his cum.
"Mmmm... Delicious!" Milana purred, licking some of the cum from her lips as she got off Link's face.
Link gazed up at her with total adoration in his eyes. He was no longer the Hero of Time. He was Milana's loving husband, willing to do anything in his power to please her.
"Well, that was an exhilarating honeymoon night," Milana said, laying down on the bed and cuddling up to Link as she pulled up the covers. "Now, how about we get some sleep? In the morning, I'll train you in some of your new responsibilities as my husband."
Link readily complied, snuggling happily into his wife's arms as he dozed off, dreaming of the years to come with his beloved...
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