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“Touch yourself, Zelda,” his voice said in a low seductive purr. It sent a pleasant shiver down her spine as she settled in her bedsheets, heart speeding up. A lightheaded feeling settled in her bones.
She traced her fingers along her jawline, tipping her head back for good measure in case he was watching her from the shadows. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she smiled, trailing her fingertips down her neck, her collarbone. She played with the thin strap of her nightgown.
“Move your fingers lower, dear. You have such lovely breasts.”
Her smile widened a fraction. Oh, she loved the growly rasp in his tone, the rough texture of his voice so close and yet unreachable. A sinful whisper in her ear, pulling her in, making her do all these debauched things to herself. She brushed both hands along the swell of her breasts, before cupping them in her hands. Her thumbs and fingers pinched her nipples, rubbing them until they pebbled beneath her touch. The cool silken fabric gave nice friction as well.
A soft sigh fell from her lips when he chuckled against her ear.
“Ganondorf,” she breathed into the dead silence of her chambers. She kept touching her tits, squeezing and massaging her flesh.
An affirmative hum was his answer. She inhaled sharply, one hand trailing down her body and stroking the laced bottom hemline of her nightgown. Tugging it up on one side, she bared more of her thigh and hip. A teasing smile stole on her lips, fingers brushing along her inner thigh and up her hip.
“My, my, what a mischievous minx you are.” Was it her imagination or was his voice a tad rougher, a pitch deeper than before. “Show me that pretty cunt of yours, show me how much you desire me.”
Oh, her cunt pulsed and throbbed at his words. Zelda pushed the nightgown up very slowly, legs parting to reveal her slick folds. A deep satisfied sigh filled her bedchambers. Once again, she wished desperately that her mattress would dip with his settling weight, hands brushing her skin and leaving a burning trail behind. That he would pull her legs apart further to make himself comfortable.
That his fingers pushed into her wet heat instead of her own. Zelda mewled a gasp, head turned into her plush pillows as her face scrunched up. Pleasure rolled up her spine as she rocked into her pumping fingers. Her mouth fell open to say his name, but only a helpless moan tumbled out.
Her other hand tugged the neckline down, her breasts spilling free and she squeezed and rolled one in her hand. She arched into her own touch, imagining his hands and lips on her body. This time his name spilled free in a needy moan, a desperate plea.
The deep purred hum spurred her on and she gasped and moaned louder, her juices coating her fingers even more. She imagined laying on him, her back to his chest as he held her in his arms, thick fingers spreading her folds apart and pushing in while his other hand played with her tit. He would roam up to hold her throat and rumble the filthiest things into her ear. His teeth would nibble at her earlobe, tug at her earring.
“My eager princess, my queen,” he whispered and Zelda rolled her hips faster, fingers pumping in and out at a quicker pace. She threw her head back into the pillows, feeling the pressure build and build. “Oh, if you could just see yourself – a divine sight to behold. Are you desperate for my mouth? My fingers caressing your body? My cock filling your cunt?”
“When? When will you be here?” she called as she rolled onto her stomach. She rocked against her hand desperately. Her free hand grabbed the sheets in a white knuckled grip as she moaned and whined into the pillow.
“Soon, my dear Zelda. Soon I will taste your sweet lips and cunt. Soon you won’t need to beg for me anymore, but only that I will take you harder.”
His voice was a husky whisper, the need even to Zelda’s fogged mind palpable. She froze, curling in on herself when she came hard. Her cunt pulsed and squeezed her fingers. She rolled her hips, a high pitched drawn out whine bouncing around her chambers.
Her heart thumped hard in her ribcage as she tried to regain her breath. Perhaps her wishful mind was playing tricks on her – she felt hands hover above her flanks, gently pressing down and caressing them down to her hips. Her own fingers pulled out, lazily rubbing her slick folds, core pulsing in time with her heartbeat.
Guilt settled in her stomach, heavy and unforgiving.
While she enjoyed herself, her kingdom was falling apart slowly beneath the Ursurper’s touch. Her castle was her cage, deadly silent and so very lonely.
She’d thought her solitude drove her mad at first, hearing a chuckle on the wind which could have been mistaken for rustling leaves whenever she had passed her favourite courtyard. The inner gardens were her sanctuary, a place she could relax and think. An old tome had drawn that familiar voice out of her haunted dreams into reality.
The voice belonged to that god Zant had spoken about, to the Gerudo King the tome had written about. She’d whispered his name – Ganondorf Dragmire. Reading the passages aloud had made him laugh, humorless and almost hysterical, the eerie silence broken by his amusement. Oh, how he’d ranted about her ancestor, about the Hyrule of old condemning a man who’d done nothing wrong.
“Yet,” she’d countered and the answering chuckle was so close she’d shivered.
“Still, executing someone over mere accusations is a little dire, don’t you think?”
She couldn’t refute him and so she’d listened to his story. Despite her better judgement, her reminder that this should have been her enemy – she understood him, sympathized with him and shut her ancestor’s tome with finality.
His guidance was welcome, when she lost herself in the library. His voice accompanied her wherever she went, when she hid from the crazed Twili returning or shut herself in her chambers. He was there when she gazed out her window, calling her a sad depiction of a princess.
She’d bristled and wished for her rapier to run him through with.
He was there when a nightmare plagued her, ripping her from the little respite she allowed herself to indulge in. Her voice in the dark, a sweet whisper that calmed her fraying nerves, telling her about a childhood long past, buried in the haunted wastelands.
Ganondorf burrowed deep into her soul, so deep her inner voice gained that sarcastic snark. She longed for the way he had chided her recklessness, when she scoured the castle for her rapier, until a Twili monster had nearly sunken their claws into her. The way her heart had pounded so madly when she’d teleported to her rooms, pressing back against the wooden door. How exhilarating the danger had felt, how turned on she had been by his growled reprimand.
She would never forget the moment he’d fallen silent when she’d moaned his name, when her hand had bunched up her skirts and pushed into her core.
Why had he been surprised? She basked in his purred compliments, despite brushing him off. At times she had flirted back playfully, a gleeful smile curling around her lips.
“Zelda,” Ganondorf said quietly.
She blinked her eyes open, sighing when he’d pulled her out of her thoughts. She removed her fingers from her core, whipping them on the bedsheets when she sat up. The emptiness and loneliness she felt nearly crushed her this time. She tugged her nightgown back in place with an almost angry fervor.
“Ganondorf,” she called back, hating that she sounded so small and defeated. She hated herself for craving his presence, for wanting to fall into his arms. She took a deep breath. “How much do you want me?”
Her question was blunt and for a moment she’d thought her words had chased him away, but his dark presence curled around her, almost caressing her skin. For a second she almost expected him to materialize, to finally have clawed his way back into the Light Realm.
What she didn’t expect was the deep agonized growl filling the quiet, setting her ablaze once more. Heat licked through her and she bit her lip when he said: “You have no idea how much I crave you, Princess. How I wish to tear through space and time, rip the fabric and veil apart, but I cannot just yet. Be a little more patient, my dear.“
The heavy longing made her breath hitch. Perhaps that was the first time Ganondorf Dragmire had let his feelings bleed into his words — or he was lying. But she shoved that protest down.
“It is agony only being able to watch you, reduced to a mere witness of your pleasure. You are not the only one who desperately wishes to feel my cock sink into you.“
Zelda shivered, images flashing in her inner mind‘s eye — of Ganondorf finally heaving into her, twining them as one. They‘d bask in their shared bliss until their needy desperation would push them into a frenzy. He would make her cry and bleed, mark her with his lips and teeth and take the divine heart of Hyrule for himself. Their Triforce pieces would bind them only closer.
Her hand found its way between her legs again, caressing her slickening folds, her swollen nub. She cried out, jerking into her own touch.
“Undress,“ Ganondorf growled, his presence pressing in on her. She could almost taste his power on her tongue, making her head feel very light as if she was drunk. It was addicting, intoxicating and perhaps she finally understood the Ursurper‘s crazed need for approval, how the man would grovel and beg for one more smidge of his god‘s power, his glory.
How easy a person could be driven to utter madness.
Wasn’t she mad as well? Wasn’t she also begging him? Another word of praise and acknowledgement? Didn’t she also crave his presence? Didn’t she also thrive underneath his attention?
Zelda bit her lip, not wanting to pull her fingers away. Soft mewls flowed from her lips, head tipped back as she imagined his fingers once more - thicker and rough, playing with her as he liked. His warning growl only sent another wave of pleasure through her, but she relented, quickly discarding her nightgown. She fell back into her bedding, arching her hips into her fingers. Her legs fell apart once more and she moaned and cried for him.
Her fingers circled her clit with relentless fervor, sparks zipping up her spine. All the while Ganondorf whispered into her ear — how he would nip and lick her core, pull her apart to admire her most tender flesh, that he would happily drink her essence, a man dying of thirst and she was his salvation. That he would make her come again and again.
Her heart nearly burst out of her chest. She wished that it could be as he imagined. She came undone with his name on her lips, shaking and arching. Her body turned liquid, flopping back into the sheets, heart thundering in her ribcage as she came down from another blissful high.
There was no one she could turn to, no one she could nuzzle her face into. No warmth to hold and caress her and she sighed deeply, eyes fluttering open to stare into her room.
His presence was gone — without another word and she felt as if her own world was torn apart. Yet there was a soothing hum at the edge of her sanity and she cursed her needy heart and loneliness for becoming attached to the Demon King.
Weeks pass by in a blur. Zant made himself scarce at Hyrule Castle, threatened by his god‘s foul mood and the boy and the Twilight Princess freeing regions from his grasp.
Ganondorf‘s presence grew in Hyrule Castle, his voice a constant companion by her side — when she buried herself between books on ancient magic, on ages long past, on magic spells that could create objects out of thin air. That research perhaps was out of very own personal preferences as her own hands could only bring her pleasure that much. He was by her side when she bathed, commenting on the meager soap, that she should acquire oils once Zant was dealt with.
His surprised delight upon seeing her pleasure herself with a cock shaped toy, his name on her lips, had made her smile and chuckle. The shape and girth once seen and felt in a dream, so vivid she‘d wondered not for the first time if it had been real.
His praise had washed over her and she‘d soaked it up with delirious smiles and whispered pleas. The day he‘d descend upon Hyrule Castle drew ever closer. She felt it in her very soul, in the way her Triforce piece pulsed more insistently. A restless feeling settled in her chest and she wanted to rip into the fabric of space and dig her fingers through the Twilight Realm and pull him into the Light Realm.
But one day the hero and the princess found her once more, Midna at the cusp of fading away and in an utter fit of madness and the wish to draw his attention Zelda gave Midna a part of her Triforce — in the end far more than she actually had planned to give. A sliver of that divine power was twined with her very soul, keeping her bound to this world.
A smile edged on her lips as she felt herself fading away and his aura bursting into the castle long after the hero and the Twilight Princess had left. Like a moth drawn to the brightest flame, he found her with ease.
Her soul bent to his will, calling out to his piece of divine might. Hands, she‘d begged to touch and hold her, cradled her shoulder, pulling her fading self against cold armour. Power burst in her right hand, almost ripping her apart and she moaned in pain and utter delight..
“Wake up, Zelda,“ he rumbled.
Her voice in the dark had finally found its way back into the light.