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When Ganondorf's black steed disappeared over the top of the hill, Link's hopes dropped. Every time his opponent got out of Link's sight, the distance between their two horses would double. It was just a frustrating as the supernatural boar fight a few minutes ago when Ganondorf would teleport from one side of the battle to another.

"You need to get closer," admonished the princess behind him. The arrow tip however on the side of Link's vision dropped slightly as she didn't have an opponent to aim for. "Keep it steady, I don't have many of these."

Link tensed and nodded. He spurred Epona to surge up the hill.

The bracelet on his left arm flashed in the sunlight. Most of the twenty crystal hearts were dull. Only four of them were still glowing. The dull ones reflected the countless burns, scrapes, and injuries. He could feel each one reporting along his senses, distracting him with sharp agonies.

The princess's thighs tightened and her body ground against his back. She felt nice and a small part of him was thinking about the cries of passion he had heard in his home village over the years; he had never been with a woman before and having the beautiful princess clutching him was distracting him. He tried to concentrate on the rider ahead of him but the softness of her body and her perfume made it difficult to do so.

His bay mount crested the top and Link's fears were confirmed, Ganondorf was hundreds of feet away and pulling away quickly. Epona sprinted down the far side of the hill, eating up the distance in a matter of seconds. She slowed down after a moment but he spurred her again and set her into a short sprint to get close enough.

As soon as they closed the distance, Zelda's arrow began to glow brightly. Her breast ground against his shoulder as she braced herself. The arrow's hum shook their bodies before she released it with a snap.

The magical arrow hissed loudly as it streaked the distance between the two opponents. The head struck the small of the Gerudo King's back and exploded into a shower of sparks.

The dark-skinned man grunted loudly and he staggered forward. His mount also stumbled but quickly regained its feet to race ahead. The powerful hooves kicked up large divots out of the grassy plains.

Dirt and grass peppered Link's face. He could taste it in the back of his throat along with the acrid smell of his opponent's mount. Shaking his head, he bore down again and spurred Epona faster.

As soon as he got without a hundred feet of Ganondorf, Zelda's arrow began to brighten again. "Good, hold it steady." She was commanding and used to be in charge. When he steadied Epona, she made a soft grunt of approval and he smiled with an illicit thrill.

Ganondorf's steed twisted to the right, dodging out of the way.

Link overshot and Zelda's arrow faded before she could fire.

"Closer," demanded the princess. "Don't let him get out of sight."

She drew back her arrow and aimed it again for their opponent as Ganondorf sprinted toward another hill.

Link could feel that Epona didn't have the energy for another spring. He silently clenched his jaw and kept his mount chasing after Ganondorf. The steady drumming of his horse's hooves on the ground kept up with the beat of his heart, driving him forward.

Just as the dark-skinned man reached the top of the hill, Epona's body tensed. Sensing that she had energy for a spring, Link spurred her on and she sprinted forward. Link lifted himself up in the saddle so he could keep his eyes on Ganondorf, his body tensing when only his opponent's head as visible but then Epona crested and raced down.

Zelda's arrow screamed past his ear to explode against Ganondorf.

Ganondorf jerked forward, almost falling out of his saddle. Powerful thighs clamped down on his massive black charger, the clenching muscles visible even from a distance.

The black steed also staggered from the blow, sidestepping a few times before it regained it's balance.

"Damn him!" Zelda fired another arrow and then a second, neither of them very bright as they streaked across the ground to drive into Ganondorf's shoulder. She leaned into Link's back as she notched a third arrow. Her thighs lifted her body to give her clearance to fire for a third time.

All three streaks slammed into Ganondorf's back. He was already off-balanced and each successive strike of the arrow drove him further off the saddle.

His horse took another step as if to catch him but it was too late. It stumbled on a divot it had created previously. With a squeal, it lost its footing and plummeted to the ground.

Ganondorf's large body tumbled off the horse, the straps of his saddle snapping from his weight.

Both the horse and the dark-skinned warrior hit the ground with a powerful thud. The impact kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring them from Link's sight.

Link pulled back on the reins.

Epona reared back and came to a shuddering halt, her flanks heaving with her rapid breaths. She snorted loudly and shook her head, spraying flecks of drool in all directions.

Ahead of them, the large cloud of dust continued to swirl around from Ganondorf's impact.

Link peered into the swirling dust. He dropped his hand down to the hilt of the Master Sword. His body protested, the aches and cuts from his earlier battles reported themselves along his slender body. He could still feel where Ganondorf had gored him when the red-haired warrior transformed into a supernatural boar that could disappear without warning. He shivered and steeled himself. Trembling, he grabbed the hilt of his sword and drew it out.

A hot wind blew past him, bringing the sharp taste of dust and smoke to his nose. It tugged at his green tunic, pulling up the bottom edge away from his bare thighs.

"Careful, you can't trust him."

Link nodded. He drew the Master Sword and stepped forward. He considered quaffing his last healing potion, but he didn't know if he would need it for later. He had used up most his potions during the fight with possessed Zelda.

The dust finally settled to reveal Ganondorf standing up. The dark-skinned Gerudo straightened before throwing back his head and laughed. Sweat glistened off his forehead as he seemed unaffected by the arrows that had dislodged him.

Link's eyes glanced down. His opponent had a massive, two-handed weapon in one hand. The hilt and crossbars glowed red, like heated iron. Only the pitch-black scabbard obscured the blade of the weapon.

Ganondorf lowered his head and looked back. "An impressive-looking blade," he said in a low, rumbling done. He gestured to Link's sword with his chin. "But nothing more."

Link lifted his weapon into a parry position.

"Would you hear my desire?" Ganondorf yanked his weapon from the sheath. The red glowing weapon shone brightly as he swung it around. Casually, he tossed the scabbard aside.

"To take this foul blade... and use it to blot out the light forever!" The dark-skinned Gerudo's muscles flexed as he swung his weapon around. The weapon left a streak of red behind the blade.

Link tensed, wincing as his arms and legs protested yet another battle. He was exhausted and tired. He had fought against a mind-controlled princess and been gored by a boar. He had seen Midna destroyed by Ganondorf. All of that after spending weeks climbing, jumping, and fighting his way through endlessly brutal traps and puzzles.

The tip of the Master Sword dipped before he regained his composure.

Ganondorf stepped forward, the ground shaking with his footstep. His weapon left a swirl of glowing red behind it. A burning smell wafted after it as it scorched the grass underneath him.

Link glanced back. Zelda was still on Epona, her bow held at her side and a nervous look on her face. Her eyes slid away from the Gerudo to glance at Link. There was hope but also nervousness in the grip.

He understood. Zelda had been kidnapped by Ganondorf weeks ago, Link couldn't imagine what horrors had happened to the kingdom's royalty. However, he could see the haunted look in her eyes. The hint of Ganondorf's evil left Link cold and determined.

Turning back, Link found new strength. He braced himself toward the approaching warrior.

The wind blew around him, the hot caresses scraping against his raw cuts and wounds.

Ganondorf lifted up one hand and snapped his fingers. The crack of sound shot out, deafening in its suddenness.

The air punched against Link, shoving him forward. He gasped and spun around to see a wall of golden shimmering energy had interposed itself between him and Zelda.

Epona reared back in surprise.

Turning back, he saw Ganondorf was already attacking. Link barely got his sword up to parry the massive weapon. The impact drove him down to his knees, the sheer strength of the Gerudo was unexpected. It felt like the giant boar had slammed into him again but Link would have never expected a human man would have the same overwhelming power.

The two blades sparked as the two-handed sword scraped down the length of the Master Sword before jamming into the ground. The impact shook Link through his leather boots.

Ganondorf grunted as he tried to pull his weapon from the ground.

Link moved faster, spinning around to slash his sword into Ganondorf's side. It cut into the heavy armor. When Link pulled back, there was fresh blood on the weapon. He pull back and thrust again, jamming the sword into the chest armor with rapid strokes. The tip of the enchanted weapon easily pierced Ganondorf's armor.

He managed to get three more blows before his opponent finished freeing his weapon from the ground and parried the blow. He took two easily before he began to hammer his own attack against Link's blade.

Link easily parried the attacks, the anger of Zelda's abuse fueling him.

Then one of Ganondorf's blows felt strange. It was weaker than most.

Link knocked it aside and prepared to slash again.

Ganondorf's backhand caught him by surprise. The black metal gauntlet smashed inside the side of Link's face, crushing his note and cracking bone. The blow continued throw, ripping Link off the ground and throwing him into the air.

The Master Sword started to slip from his hand but Link managed to grip his hand tightly on it before he landed hard on the ground. Sharp edges of grasses and rough rocks tore at the back of his leggings. The fabric ripped, exposing his bare skin to the cruel ground. He continued to tumble back until his spine slammed into the golden wall.

Electricity and magic surged through his body. His tunic was scorched almost immediately. Blinded by agony, Link scrambled away from the wall, crawling on his hands and knees until he couldn't feel the tremors wracking his body. He gasped for breath, trying to clear his head. In the corner of his vision, he saw one of the heart crystals go dark leaving only three behind.

Heavy footsteps warned him only seconds before Ganondorf kicked him in the stomach. The impact of the steel-tipped boots to his ribs crushed his lungs, forcing the air out of his chest. With a weak groan, Link flew back back into the wall.

Once again, his world exploded into white-hot flames. Electricity tore through his body.

Smoking, Link slumped to the ground.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Ganondorf. He strode over to Link. Powerful hands grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him off the ground.

Link groaned and fought to clear his vision. The red-haired face of the warrior almost came into focus as Ganondorf peered at him. "Why is a cunt like you trying to save the kingdom?" His breath was hot against Link's face. "It's not like you could marry the princess."

Even stunned, Link managed to keep his grip on his weapon. He got a tight grip and then brought it up in a fast attack. The tip of the blade cut a line through Ganondorf's armor from hip to neck.

Only a violent twist saved Ganondorf from having his throat cut. He brought his hand up and grabbed Link by the front of his tunic. With a deep, bellowing grunt, he swung Link around and threw him with incredible might.

Link flew across the battlefield. He hit the ground. This time, he managed to get his feet underneath. The force of his opponent's throw caused him to scrape along the ground for a few yards before he came to a stop.

Ganondorf laughed deeply. He rubbed his chest and swung his weapon around. "I'll have to admit, if I didn't already have the sexiest slut in the kingdom, you'd be a worthy challenger for her role."

Reflexively, Link looked through the wall. Zelda was still on Epona, watching warily. Her bow shook in her hand and there was true fear in her eyes.

Spurred on, Link charge with the Master Sword high in the air. He brought it down in a powerful blow.

Ganondorf's sword flashed up, parrying it. The heavy weapon rang out against the more delicate Master Sword.

The two blades locked. The two warriors strained against each other, the two blades scraping back and forth as sparks cascaded down between them.

Ganondorf grunted and drove down, his powerful muscles surging as he drove Link toward the ground.

Link fought back, his more delicate body straining. Even on his toes, he wasn't even half the height of the dark-skinned warrior. He felt vulnerable but the memory of Zelda's terror drove him to keep fighting. Digging deep, he found a well of strength and shoved back with all his might.

Ganondorf's eyes widened with surprise.

Taking advantage of his opponent's surprise, Link attacked with a flurry of blows. His sword slashed into the armor, the magical blade slicing through the metal and digging into flesh. Blood splashed out.

The Gerudo recovered after half a dozen blows with a powerful swing of his own.

Link parried it, the impact driving him back a yard. His arms and legs ached and he wasn't sure how much longer he could fight. The image of Zelda rose up and he found to clear the weakness. Stumbling forward, he charged forward again to attack.

The two fighters traded blows: Link with his rapid attacks and Ganondorf with his slower but more powerful blows. The crash of swords rang out, echoing against the translucent walls of the battlefield.

It felt like forever but it was only a matter of moments before Link's second wind started to flag. Desperate to give himself a moment to breathe, Link swung his weapon and twisted as it struck Ganondorf's weapon to lock the two weapons together.

Panting, he stared into his opponent's yellow eyes. His arms shook. He only needed a few seconds to catch his breath, only a few moments to prepare to win.

Ganondorf grinned and leaned forward, his arm shaking with the effort to shove Link toward the ground. "Did you think that was going to work a second time, bitch?"

Link's eyes widened. He realized that Ganondorf was only holding the weapon with one hand.

The Gerudo's other fist caught Link in the stomach. Powerful knuckles crushed Link's internal organs before picking him off the ground.

Link flailed helplessly as he sailed back into the electrified wall. Pure-white agony burned across his vision before he slumped to the ground. Shuddering, he clawed at the ground trying to get back to his feet before Ganondorf kicked him again. After a second, he realized he had dropped his sword. Looking around frantically, he spotted it a few yards away, point stuck into the ground.

A flashing caught his attention. It was his bracelet. All but one of the hearts was dark and the final lit one was flashing in warning. He didn't need to know he was close to death, he could feel it through his smoking, shuddering body. The bracelet only made it more obvious.

It was quickly becoming apparent that the battle was turning against him. He was going to lose. He was going to fail to protect the princess. Shaking, he reached down for the last healing fairy potion.

Epona's whiny startled him before he could grab the glowing bottle.

Gasping, he looked up to see Zelda scrambling to grab the reins to Epona. Her bow swung to the side as she settled into place on his saddle. She caught the reins and looked up.

They caught each other's gaze.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed as tears ran down her cheeks. She pulled Epona around and galloped away.

Link's heart fell as he watched his loyal horse and the princess of the realm flee. His fingers slipped from the bottle.

Ganondorf chuckled as he approached. "There goes your competition, cunt."

He swung his sword over Link, the heat of the blade stinging Link's tortured skin. "If you were hoping to take her place, though, you're out of luck. I only have room for one bitch and I'd rather have the princess of the realm. I'll have to hunt her down and rape the shit out of her, but what else is new?"

Link tried to push himself up, but Ganondorf had straddled over him. Link's back thumped against the muscular inner thighs of his opponent. The looming presence of his opponent and the heat of his magical weapon beat against Link's back. Fear burned in his thoughts. With a cry of growing terror, Link clawed into the ground and pulled himself along the ground.

There was a flash and the ground shook. Link jerked back as he found himself staring at the red-hot weapon that was only an inch away from his nose. Gulping, he shuddered and looked up at the weapon. The heat of the weapon beat against his face. His throat tightened as he looked up to see Ganondorf releasing his grip on the weapon.

"No, don't go anywhere." Ganondorf chuckled.

The sensation of looming grew as the dark-skinned warrior shifted. Link caught only a hint of movement before Ganondorf's knee drove into the ground to Link's right. The impact shook the ground and the dirt buckled underneath the trapped warrior.

"No, turn over, you fucking cunt. I want to see your face."

Link shook his head violently. He had to keep fighting but he needed to get clear to do that. His eyes widened as he looked around. He was trapped in two directions. Digging his nails into the ground, he crawled away from Ganondorf's knee.

He only made it a few painful inches before the Gerudo's other knee drove into the ground on the opposite side of Link, trapping him between flesh and blade. The ground sagged from the warrior's weight.

Link felt helpless as he slid into the thick, muscular limb. He tried to crawl around it, his fingernails cracking from the effort. His feet skittered helplessly on the ground; he wish he had his iron boots for traction.

Ganondorf leaned over him. Planting one hand right above Link's shoulder, he bent over until his hot breath washed over Link's neck. "I don't like it when bitches don't listen."

He grabbed Link by the shoulder. "When I tell a cunt to roll over---"

Ganondorf yanked Link over, flipping him and then slamming his shoulder into the hard-packed ground.

Link's leg kicked out, striking the hard thighs of his opponent. It felt like striking solid rock. Link winced at the pain and tried to kick again, aiming his foot toward Ganondorf's crotch. It landed true but it was like hitting solid rock once again. The bones in his feet ground together, sending a sharp wave of agony coursing up Link's limb.

A snort. "You think that could stop me? Your pathetic kick isn't much more than a hand job from a bitch like you." Ganondorf leaned forward until his face was only inches away from Link's. His breath smelled of wine and musk. It was hot against his face. "Is that what you want? To get your hands wrapped around my short sword? I doubt you could even wrap those delicate little fingers around it."

Eyes wide, Link shook his head violently. He found the princess attractive, but he had no allure toward men. The idea of seeing Ganondorf's manhood sent a deep, primal terror boiling inside him. He renewed his attempts to flee, flailing out in all directions as he tried to find some escape from the looming victor.

Ganondorf glanced up and then back down. His red beard rustled in the wind that blew past both of them. He sighed and shook his head. "But I don't have time for fun, do I? I have a princess to rape and you'll just be a liability. To many wombs threatens my rule."

When he reached down for Link's throat, Link panicked. He tried to dodge out of the way but it was almost impossible to avoid anything so large. The thick, powerful fingers caught Link's delicate neck and wrapped around it. His hand was so thick that it forced Link's head back as the pressure built.

"Nothing personal, cunt, I don't have time to handle two of you right now."

Link's throat started to collapse. He couldn't get air into his lungs. He tried to pry the fingers away from his neck but Ganondorf was too strong. He could see a quarter of his flashing heart darken, then half of it grew dark.

He was dying.

The Gerudo grinned widely. "Don't worry. This won't take much longer."

Tears burned in Link's eyes. It wasn't suppose to end this way. He was going to save Zelda. He was going to defeat Ganondorf, not be asphyxiated by his opponent. It didn't seem fair.

Ganondorf's grip loosened and a little wisp of air flooded into his lungs. He frowned as he peered closer. Slowly, he turned Link's head from one side to the other. "What the...?"

Link's eyes were blurred with his unwitting tears. He opened his mouth but no words came out, they never did.

"You look like a pretty little bitch, but...."

Ganondorf raised himself. Releasing Link's shoulder, he reached down between their two bodies. His massive fingers dug into Link's crotch, the blunt tips crushing Link's cock and balls against his body as the dark-skinned man felt around.

Link's cheeks burned. His penis was smaller than the Gerudo's fingers. Even when the Gerudo crushed his balls into his crotch, Link could tell that his opponent couldn't feel them through the fabric of his tunic. It was humiliating.

Ganondorf's hand tightened around Link's neck again. However, even as he bore down until Link's spine strained under the pressure, there was still a frown on his face.

Black spots swam across Link's vision. He kicked and writhed, trying to escaping the grip around his throat but his opponent was too strong. With blood pounding in his ears, he felt himself growing weaker as his lungs burned with the desperate need for air.

Unwittingly, he was painfully aware that his small cock was growing as the world grew darker. He didn't want it to---he prayed to the Sages that it wouldn't---but every second of being unable to breathe was causing it grow harder.

Ganondorf's fingers were still digging into his crotch, grinding and crushing everything as he was seeking out something. "Where's your fucking hole?"

Then one thick finger ran along the tiny length of Link's erection. Ganondorf froze, the frown furrowing his brow. He stroked again, driving the thick finger against the tiny, narrow length of Link's hardness. The touch was not pleasant as he crushed Link's cock against his pubis.

Link try to whimper in pain but no noise escaped his gaping mouth. His lungs screamed out in agony and he could barely see through the pain of having his cock and balls crushed and abused; the combined suffering was far more than the combination of his other battle wounds.

Ganondorf's frown faded for a moment and then he grinned. "You aren't a fucking cunt, are you?"

He relaxed his grip around Link's neck. His other hand continued to maul Link's manhood, rolling the suffocation-hardened shaft between two thick fingers. "Though, this feels pretty small for someone trying to be a hero of the realm."

Link drew in the first breath of air with a sob. He gasped and tried to move away but Ganondorf's knees and cruel hand kept him pinned.

"This doesn't feel like a cock of a hero. Were you hoping to...." His smile grew wider. "That's it, isn't it? You were hoping the princess would see past your little twig if you saved the world?"

Link shook his head.

Ganondorf pulled both hands away and shifted back until he was sitting on the backs of his heels and also on Link's knees.

The pressure of the heavier man was painful but less than having Link's balls mauled. He was also just as helplessly trapped, unable to move his legs out from underneath his opponent's body.

"Let's see what we have here."

Link froze, the terror bubbling up past his aching throat. He let out a long whine of fear as he stared down.

Ganondorf reached down and flipped up the front of Link's tunic. His thick fingers ran over the pinned leggings as he worked Link's humiliating small cock away from his body. Rolling it between two fingers, he looked up and grinned. "I almost missed this, didn't I?"

Link shook his head.

The Gerudo didn't seem to care as he grabbed the fabric and yanked it down. The waistband caught on the tip of Link's cock, tilting it up before it popped free. It smacked against Link's hairless pubis with a soft sound.

Ganondorf looked down and grinned. The grin turned into a laughter, the same booming guffaw that echoed across the fields at the beginning of their battle.

A blush burned on Link's cheeks. He felt weak and helpless as Ganondorf rubbed his thumb up and down his cock, exploring the depressingly small length. It would almost be pleasurable if Ganondorf wasn't crushing the length between his fingers and the thumb, he was almost pumping it as if he wanted to see it fully hard.

Ganondorf released the shaft and moved his attention down to Link's testicles. He caught one between his fingers and rolling it around. The small, egg-shaped nut burned between the powerful grip. It felt like Ganondorf could crush one into paste by squeezing his hand.

Aware of how vulnerable he was, Link stopped trying to escape and stared down in overwhelming fear. His inner muscles clenched, trying to pull his balls tight to his body but Ganondorf just pulled them away to keep mauling them.

"Tiny little balls too. Not really good for knocking up a princess, I'd think." Ganondorf sounded amused but his deep, rough voice still shook Link. "You'd probably be better if I just ripped them off."

Gasping, Link held out his hand to stop him but Ganondorf batted his grasping fingers away.

Then, he slapped Link's face hard.

Stars exploded across his vision.

Ganondorf yanked on Link's balls, pulling them until they screamed out in agony, and then slapped him again. The large hand was larger than Link's head as he was knocked to one side and then the other.

When he stopped, Link was too dazed to do anything but to look at his hand slump on the ground. There was only a quarter heart left on it, the flashing warning almost as fast as his tortured heart beat.

Ganondorf grabbed both of Link's balls and pulled them out as he squeezed them.

Link sobbed in pain. He started to reach down but when Ganondorf lifted his other hand, he stopped and slumped back. Tears ran down his cheeks as he saw his helpless tortured balls caught in the dark fingers.

"The princess isn't going to feel these little things. Or your dagger dick. I doubt you could even fuck her ear and get any friction, not after I've fucking every hole in her body." Ganondorf chuckled and rolled Link's balls in his fingers. "Do you want to see a real cock? The one that can give that cunt real pleasure?"

Link shook his head, his entire body tensing.

Ganondorf grinned and then started to work on his own buckles. He worked slowly as he kept his fingers wrapped around Link's testicles. The sound of the leather slipped against metal brought fresh fears.

Tears streaming down his face, Link looked away. Even blinded, he could feel Ganondorf's movement as the large Gerudo dug into his own armor and trousers to fish out his length. The passing seconds choked Link as he gave a weak attempt to pull his legs free.

"If you try to run, boy, I'll put you into the ground," growled Ganondorf. He grunted as he shifted.

Link tensed and closed his eyes tightly, dying would have been far preferable than what was happening. He tensed his legs but couldn't move. Shuddering, he tried not to think about his cock still sticking up, it wasn't going down.

Something heavy slammed into his stomach. It felt like Ganondorf had just punched him in the stomach and balls.

He gasped and looked down.

When he saw a black log pressed against his belly, he was monetarily confused by the heat seeping through his skin. Why would a stick.... His eyes followed the pitch black length to the far end to a thick patch of red hair that matched the color on top of Ganondorf's head. Link froze as he realized what was pressed against him, weighing him down from his pelvis clear up to the bottom of his ribs. His eyes widened as he brought his gaze back to the closest point of utter darkness on his bare belly.

Ganondorf's cock twitched. The thick veins swelled as it thumped again against Link's pale, white belly. The ridge along the head flared, swelling until it was as thick as Link's fist. The large opening at the tip of the shaft oozed a thick droplet of clear liquid.

"Hold on," Ganondorf said with a cruel grin. He fished into his armor again. His cock dragged back and forth, smearing clear juices across Link's chest. A musky smell rose up, it had a hint of burnt musk surrounding it.

With a grunt, Link's opponent fished out one massive testicle. Seeing it, Like gasped with surprise and fear. It was as large as a melon. Ganondorf dropped it against Link's thigh before grabbing his other. The heavy ball weighted almost as much as Link's shield as the hot, hairy nut rolled against his own delicate, hairless ones.

Link let out a whine as Ganondorf finished yanking his other one out. He dropped it heavily on Link's thigh with a grunt.

"Now, this is a fucking great sword," he said proudly.

More precum oozed out of the thick shaft, dripping onto Link's chest. A thick strand of clear liquid stretched between them as it pooled. He shivered as the searing hot liquid spread dripping trails across his body as it streamed down both sides.

Ganondorf chuckled and reached down. He wrapped his large, thick fingers around his cock. He started to pull it off, but then slid his hand down.

When the thick digits rolled over Link's cock, Link jumped. There was little friction, Ganondorf's fingers were slick with precum. His own narrow shaft was trapped against the heated pole of the Gerudo's immense rod. Pressed tight, he couldn't help but feel the heat rolled off Ganondorf's shaft.

Ganondorf tilted both of their shafts up, measuring Link's pathetic length against the massive pitch rod. Link was only a third of Ganondorf, his four inches looked insignificant compared to the Gerudo's twelve inch monstrosity. It also easily dwarfed Link, the hardness was so thick Link didn't think he could wrap his fingers around it.

Link reached down.

Ganondorf held up his other hand.

Broken, Link slumped back.

"Good boy." Ganondorf pump both of their cocks, grinding Link's shaft against his own heated shaft. Precum oozed down the large shaft, soaking into Ganondorf's fingers and Link's cock. Soon, Link's shaft was trapped in the heated, slick depths of the finger as he was pumped faster.

It was the first time anyone had touched Link that way. To his horror, he was still hard as he felt the pleasure rolling along his body. It felt better than he could imagine, he only wished it was Zelda's fingers wrapped around his hardness instead of his opponent. Despite that, his entire length tingled hotly and he felt his own juices added to the slickness of Ganondorf's pumping fingers.

"There you go, little fuck." Ganondorf's voice with a low rumble as he pumped faster. "Get all juiced up like the bitch you are."

Link shook his head. He couldn't be getting excited about submitting.

Ganondorf pumped faster, driving his large thick fingers against Link's base before sliding up to the tip. He squeezed down on the tiny, arrow-like head before pumping down. His downward stroke crushed Link's balls in a flash of pain before sliding up with surprisingly pleasure.

He started to rock his cock up and down Link's, dragging the heated mass back and forth. Each stroke crushed Link's balls and made the contrast of pleasure and discomfort even more. It also soaked both of their testicles and Link's inner thighs with their combined fluids.

Link couldn't help but lifted his hips into the pleasure, writhing in the tight confines of Ganondorf's thighs.

"Yeah, you are getting into this. I figured a so-called hero of the land would be a submitting little cunt."

Shaking his head again, Link knew it was a lie. He was enjoying it, more than he wanted to admit. His entire length was hot and tingling, his balls tightening as the illicit pleasure grew more and more intense. His mouth opened with surprise, he wanted to cry out but no noise came from his throat.

Ganondorf grinned widely as he pumped and ground down, his precum soaked fingers crushing Link's shaft, but the tight pressure only added to the pressure.

With a shudder, Link came. Cum shot spurted into Ganondorf's black fingers, squelching out between his digits. It was shockingly white as Link sobbed in humiliation. Thick dribbles poured down as Ganondorf continued to pump, squeezing every ounce of hot cum from Link's shaft and smearing it along his own cock and Link's belly.

After a few more pumps, Ganondorf opened his fingers to reveal Link's cum dripping inside his fingers. "That's it?" he said with cruel amusement.

Link turned away, humiliation burning on his cheeks.

"Look back, boy."

Link didn't. He couldn't take anymore.

Ganondorf's hand caught his. It was sticky and still hot with Link's seed. Smearing it across his chin, the powerful Gerudo forced Link to look back. Leaning forward, crushing Link's cock and balls with his own, he stared directly into Link's eyes. "Do not disobey me, you little fucking cunt."

He smeared cum across Link's lips. The salty taste was tinged with Ganondorf's own musk.

Link gagged. He shook and tried to push Ganondorf away.

The black man frowned. He grabbed Link's face, smearing cum across it and slammed him down. A low growl shook his head. "I said listen!"

The impact against the back of Link's skull sent stars swimming across his vision. Gasping, Link fumbled for his healing position. He couldn't take much more. He needed to recover enough to escape his humiliating defeat.

Suddenly, Ganondorf released his face. Thick streamers of cum dripped off Link's face as he battled Link's hand away and grabbed the bottle. "Fairy juice? Is this how you are healing yourself?"

Link tried to reach up to wipe the sticking cum from his face.

Ganondorf knocked his hand away. He turned and looked down at Link's spent cock resting limply against the hard, still throbbing black shaft. Then he looked back to Link's face, and then down to the shaft again.

When he smiled, Link cringed.

"You are so fucking pretty," he said. His voice was low and lustful and utterly terrifying. He ran his fingers along the side of Link's face, then trailed down along the elfin boy's hairless chest down to his limp cock. "Until I get the princess back, you can take her place."

Link stared in shock. His balls clenched tightly, pulling tight to his body, but his cock twitched.

Ganondorf used his finger to push aside his thick shaft and lift up Link's spent one. "This won't do though, a pathetic little thing like this won't get me off." His smile took on a dark cast, the heat of his body rising and beating against Link's senses. "But if you are taking the princess' place, I think you can take me like a fucking cunt. I broke her, I can break you too."

As to empathize his point, he shoved his fingers down between their bodies, past Link's balls, to press one cum-soaked fingertip against Link's tightly clenched asshole. He shoved against it, but the opening was too small for the thick digit, no matter how slick it was.

Link panicked. Thrashing, he tried to pull free while grabbing for his healing potion. He needed to escape, he couldn't handle being raped by Ganondorf.

Ganondorf grinned and ground his finger against Link's sphincter, twisting and shoving deeper. His palm crushed Link's dripping cock and balls, grinding it against the bone as he brutally ground down.

With his other hand, the Gerudo casually batted Link's hand away from the healing potion and grabbed it himself. Link's belt snapped off as Ganondorf shook the potion out of the belt.

Both he and Link grabbed for the bottle.

The victor was hampered by his other hand still thrusting against Link's asshole.

Link managed to grab the potion. With a smile, he popped off the top.

Ganondorf's slap caught him across the face.

Stars burst across Link's vision.

The Gerudo slapped him again and again, each blow faster and harder. The impact burned on both side of Link's face as he was brutalized.

Blood pounded in his ears.

The world grew darker, each slap sending him closer to oblivion.

His breaths grew ragged.

His heart skipped a beat and then another.

He felt his mind crumbling.

Then...

Sweetness.

The sparkling taste of fairy potion dribbled down his throat, easing his injuries as it spread through his limbs.

He started to smile but there was something in his throat. He could feel it, two thick fingers jamming into the back and gagging him.

Link recovered with a silent scream, his eyes wide. Reflexively, he looked at his bracelet where one full heart remained.

"Can't have you dying yet," Ganondorf said as he slipped his two fingers from Link's mouth. A few droplets of the sparkling potion glistened on his digits. He turned and set the rest of the bottle to the side. "We'll need that later," he finished in a low voice.

Ganondorf sighed and looked at Link. "Death isn't an escape. The princess tried that too."

Link shuddered, his thoughts chaotic and unfocused as the last of the healing seeped through his veins.

"She tried to choke herself to death on my cock. Also jumped from the castle walls when some wolf was running around. I wouldn't let her." He smiled and loomed over Link. "No, you will die when I let you die. Tonight isn't it."

He sat back and lifted his leg.

Link never realized freedom was so precious. He tried to pry his leg out. To his surprise, Ganondorf didn't stop him as he managed to plant one foot against the ground, his boots digging into the dirt. He took a deep breath and levered his hips up, trying not to thick about the heavy black cock that tilted up or the heavy balls that sank between his thighs and up against his aching asshole.

Ganondorf did nothing but smile.

Link gulped and strained with all his might.

Finally, the black-skinned man grabbed Link's shin. Powerful fingers wrapped around it as he pulled it off the ground.

Confused, Link tried to fight him but he was too weak. He stared in shock as Ganondorf unfolded his leg and stretched it up. Then, the Gerudo sank back down, pinning Link's other leg tight to the ground and nestling his massive cock in the junction between Link's legs.

One leg held in the air, Link was forced to twist slightly to the side. His thigh and shin screamed out in agony. He could feel his buttocks parting, spreading open to expose his tight, virgin ass to the hot air surrounding them.

Realizing that he was trapped, Link clawed at the ground and sobbed. He tried to crawl away, to escape.

Ganondorf chuckled and drew his hips back. The massive rod of his cock slid along Link's cum-slicked shaft. The head thumped against tiny balls, the weight driving into them, before it slid down into the cleft of Link's ass cheeks. The heavy helmet, slick with precum, nestled against Link's sphincter before Ganondorf shoved forward, lodging it into place.

Link screamed out clawing more frantically. His fingernails cracked on the ground. The world grew blurred with his tears as he strained every muscle trying to escape.

He couldn't. He was helpless as the terrible pressure built against his sphincter, forcing the ring into his body from the sheer strength that was being applied to it.

"She screamed the first time too," Ganondorf said with a rumble. "I almost came just hearing her ripping into the sheets, her entire body jerking just like yours. I never thought I'd get another chance, but here you are, a cunt about to be ruined."

Link wanted to scream it wouldn't fit, there was no way his tiny body to take the immense black rod. It didn't matter how slick or hot it was, there was no way he could do it without his insides torn open and bleeding to death.

The pressure continued to build. He could feel his sphincter tearing open, the tiny opening stretching wider around the slick helmet of the Gerudo cock. He tried to bore down on it, to stop it, but that only brought sharp pains.

Ganondorf grunted as he continued his merciless increase in pressure. His fingers dug into Link's upturned thigh, the thick digits grabbing onto bone and crushing muscles in an effort to keep Link's body still.

Link screamed out, his fingers bloody from digging into the ground. He tried again and again to escape but he couldn't. There was too much pressure, too much pain.

Despite all of his agonies, his cock was harder than it had ever been before. He didn't know why or how, or want to know why, but it felt like an orgasm was building but there was too much pressure for it to release. It bobbed with every frantic scream.

The rounded helmet continued to drive into him, forcing skin to split and the tight muscles of Link's sphincter to stretch and strain. The thickness was too much, it would never fit, not without killing him.

"Push out," grunted Ganondorf.

Link could barely hear the order through the pounding in his ears. He didn't want to obey. Instead, he tightened his muscles more than he had ever done before.

The sharp pain increased, increasing as he felt the muscles of his most private of gates tearing from the sheer force being applied against him.

Tears rolling down his cheeks, he held on as long as he could. Then, with a shuddering gasp, his leg muscles relaxed. Unable to think clearly, he tried to push out.

The massive cock sank into his asshole, ripping it open in an explosion of white hot pain as the tiny ring ruined. The cum-soaked head shoved up into him, barreling past whatever resistance he had.

Link screamed out again, his inner organs tearing around the massive girth.

"Fucking---" Ganondorf shoved forward, ramming his massive cock head into the now bloody hole.

"Bitch---" He leaned his body into it, driving all of his strength and weight into destroying Link's ass. The head continued to rip into Link, stretching his insides until his cock angled up from the pressure behind it.

Link's strength fled. His bloody fingers stopped digging into the ground as his entire world was focused on the immense cock head that was still forcing into him. The girth continued to build, prying him further apart as the sharp taste of blood caught in the back of Link's throat.

Then, with a sickening surge, the head speared deep into Link's sphincter. The ruined opening, clamped down behind it, sealing it inside as he tried to comprehend the immensity of the pole that had destroyed his asshole.

"Finally!" Ganondorf growled. He pulled back only an inch, Link's tight ring refusing to let the immense head from escaping. Digging his fingers into Link's thigh and his hip, he drove forward again. His cock speared deeper into Link's body, finding new places to set on fire as the thick intruder drove deep into his rectum.

Link sobbed in agony, his body shuddering. He could see his stomach swelling as the cock drove deeper.

Ganondorf pulled out an inch and forced it in. His face was tense, the muscles tight along his jaw, as he plunged deeper and deeper. Each thrust brought fresh agonies as the pole drove deep into Link's guts.

With each stroke, blood and cum made it easier. Ganondorf's grunts grew softer as he hammered his cock into Link. His muscles tensed with every thrust, drive first a third and then half of his pitch-blade shaft into the bloody, ruined opening.

"So fucking hot," he hissed as he leaned into his thrusts. His hips hammered his cock deeper. The cock head punched against Link's insides, shoving organs aside with every thrust until Ganondorf found a brutal rhythm to rape Link's ass.

Link's belly swelled with every thrust. He could see the outline of the black cock pressing out from his insides, the shape clear as it hammered against his diaphragm with fast, brutal blows.

To his continual humiliation, his cock was still achingly hard. He could feel the muscles trying to push him to an orgasm, but the rolling pressure of the cock head deep inside him made it impossible. The pleasure only built, filling him with shame as the agony began to dissipate leaving behind only a submissive pleasure.

"Almost---" Ganondorf's thrusting accelerated as did his power. He slammed hard into Link, ripping further into his body.

"Got it---" The red hairs, matted with cum and blood, tickled against Link's inner thighs. The hot stickiness was only a major intrusion compared to the horrid agonies of being utterly destroyed by the immense black cock.

"In!" Ganondorf's body tensed. With a deep, guttural howl, he slammed his cock powerfully into Link, driving the entire twelve inches deep into Link's shaking body. His balls, wet with cum and blood, slammed against Link's body as the base of his shaft punched up against the ruined sphincter.

Link's vision blurred. He sobbed as he felt his insides shredding around the immense, steel-hard cock.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Ganondorf panted with a cruel smile on his face.

Link couldn't look up. He nodded and pounded the ground, his body shuddering violently around the shaft that had ruined him. He couldn't figure out he could ever survive that. He only wanted death to finally take him.

Ganondorf leaned forward, forcing his shaft deeper into Link's body. "Look at me, cunt."

Link wanted to resist but the last quarter of the flashing heart told him he was once again on the precipice of death. Ganondorf's brutal rape had almost killed him. Shuddering, he turned his head and looked up into Ganondorf's looming face.

"I haven't said you can die yet."

Link frowned, he didn't know how Ganondorf could stop his internal bleeding. He only wished he could end it faster, he couldn't take more agony of Ganondorf wanted to end it brutally.

Ganondorf grabbed Link's face with his sticky fingers. The smell of cum flooded Link as he tilted Link's head to look straight up. With his other hand, he shoved something against Link's mouth. It was hard and clinked against his teeth before Ganondorf shoved it open into his mouth.

Fairy potion poured into his throat.

Unwittingly, Link gulped deeply.

Like countless times before, the healing energy spread through his body. However, he had never had an immense cock embedded deep in his organs. The healing energies gathered around the intruder. He felt his insides knitting together. Pressure built as his insides and the magic tried to force Ganondorf out, but his cock remained firmly in place.

Healing had never hurt before as his insides repaired themselves around the thick cock. He could feel his shredded sphincter pulling together, stretching tight around the massive girth. It felt like it was going to rip again but just as the pain grew into white-hot agony, it stopped.

As the healing energies faded, a strange feeling of being filled struck Link. It didn't hurt to have Ganondorf's cock buried inside him. It felt almost good. Blinking at the tears, he looked in confusion as his rapist.

Ganondorf grinned. "You aren't going to die."

He gripped Link tightly, this time with both hands on each side of Link's face. It was almost a tender gesture as the Gerudo looked directly into Link's eyes. Muscles bunched and then he pulled his cock from Link's tight, clenching body.

As the black shaft slid out, Link let out a low moan. He could feel every ridge and vein as his tightly strength sphincter clung to it. The massive head pulled along with it, a fist-size bulge that swelled Link's body as it pulled out.

There was no longer agony left. It felt good, humiliating good. Link's cock jumped as the thick member pulled out until only the thick head was lodged inside his body.

"Feels good now, doesn't it?"

Link nodded, his cheeks burning.

"Thank the Sages for those fucking fairies." Ganondorf shoved his cock back in. It slid smoothly into Link, filling him completely. His hands held Link still, forcing him to stare into his abuser's eyes.

The pleasure and discomfort swirled around inside the delicate young man and he sobbed with more humiliation as an orgasm started to build inside him.

Ganondorf stroked faster, pumping his cock into Link's hot body. His shaft grew hotter and harder, nestling into Link's depths.

"Going to come like a little fucking cunt?"

Link hesitated. His orgasm was building up. His cock was surging again.

"Come for me," ordered the dark-skinned rapist. Ganondorf pumped faster and harder, easily driving into Link with brutal strokes that sent bursts of pleasure coursing through the elfin young man.

Sobbing, Link couldn't do anything but take the shaft. His body trembled as he fought against the pleasure but it was too late. His cock swelled and then spurted, hot jets of cum splattering on both of their chests.

Ganondorf grinned. "That's a good little cunt. You'll like being my bitch until I catch the princess again. I'm going to teach you like I taught her. You'll take my cock in both of your holes, a fucking little slut for the true ruler of this kingdom."

Link's eyes blurred as he realized that his loss would be far more humiliating than anything he could image. His cock continued to pump jets of cum, driving by the thickness that impaled him with deep, wet strokes.

This time, as Ganondorf's hips pumped faster, Link couldn't help but push back.

Ganondorf smiled and drove faster, pounding his cock into Link's ass with long, wet strokes. After a few seconds, his shaft grew thicker as his grunting grew louder. He held Link tightly as he pounded hard and fast.

Then with a deep grunt, he rammed his cock deep into Link's ass. It exploded inside Link, flooding him with searing hot cum. Link could feel it painting the insides of his intestines. Pressure built up as more cum poured into him, filling him with wet jets of pleasure and humiliation.

"So fucking tight," grunted Ganondorf.

Link shuddered as a wave of pleasure coursed over him. He reached up, his hands shaking, to press against the armored chest of his rapist.

Ganondorf tensed and gave a short, brutal thrust.

Instead of pushing Ganondorf away, Link just held himself against his rapist's chest and pushed down, grinding his ass along the thick member to squeeze the last of the cum out.

The Gerudo held the throbbing shaft inside him.

Neither said anything as they stared into each other's eyes.

Then, as the thick shaft stopped pulsating, Ganondorf nodded. "Good, bitch."

He pulled his cock out. The swollen head caught on the tight ring of Link's asshole, but Ganondorf tugged it out until it popped out with a spurt of cum.

Link felt strangely empty with the cock no longer invading his ass. There was still pressure inside him, liquid and hot. Before he could concentrate on it, Ganondorf's cum began to pour out of his gaping asshole. Gallons of it spewed out, coating the ground and his thighs with hot, sticking fluids.

Ganondorf finally lifted his body off Link's legs. He got to his feet and staggered back. His cock hung between his legs, a black snake that dripped with the last few droplets of cum. "Fuck!" he bellowed as he lifted his head.

Link pushed himself up on his knees. Cum still poured out of his ass, sheeting down his bare thighs to pool on the ground underneath him. It felt good and he hated the pleasure he got.

Ganondorf snapped his fingers and the translucent walls around them faded. "Come on, cunt, time to head back to the castle."

Link looked around. The princess and Epona were long gone. He had nothing other than the Master Sword on the ground. He looked at it longingly, wondering if he still had the strength to fight again.

He didn't. He couldn't take the slapping or the rape. He couldn't find the strength to grab his weapon and defeat the cruel monster who had abused him. Head low, he shook his head and turned his back on the weapon.

Ganondorf watched him and then nodded. "Come on. You'll need some rest after that. We have a long night ahead of us and I'm sure you'd need something to keep up your strength." The black-skinned Gerudo cupped his massive cock before stuffing it into his armor.

When he started to stride toward the smoking castle of the kingdom, Link followed meekly behind.

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Utterly humiliated, Link walked with his head down low. His eyes were open but he wasn't seeing anything as he endlessly replayed the battle in his head. How did things go horribly wrong? How did he lose, not only the battle but everything else? His fortunes had been reversed so quickly.

Tears ran down his cheeks as he tried not to think about the globs of cum that ran down his cheeks or the ache of his stretched asshole. Every step squelched and his buttocks slid together uncomfortably.

Link wished he had a chance to put some clothes on but Ganondorf had torn them off his body. Not to mention the black-skinned warrior never stopped or slowed down to give Link a chance to find something. Instead, he was wearing nothing more than a pair of boots with cum coating his thighs.

He glanced past Ganondorf at the approaching castle. Even from a distance, he could see people walking around the entrance. There were guards, stewards, and monsters of all types. A pack of bulblins were shoving debris out of the way.

Link gulped. They were all going to see him naked, stripped and defeated. His cheeks burned with anxiety and growing humiliation. One hand reached down to cover his small cock and balls while his other stretched behind him. His fingers ran through the sticky cum and he shivered with despair. It wasn't going to make a difference. Ganondorf was going to force him to walk in front of all those strangers, parading his triumph.

He wiped the tears from his eyes. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder at the torn up field where they had just had their battle. Even from their distance, he could see the Master Sword sticking out of the ground out in the middle of field. Light from the moon somehow had focused on it, causing it to shine in a beam of light.

Just like the day he found it.

His thoughts stirred from his humiliation. He had lost before. Many times in the various temples. He had solved puzzles that had stopped everyone before, fought monsters that were too terrible to comprehend, and persevered through more trials than anyone else he knew.

This couldn't be the end for him. It was a defeat, yes, but one that he could come back from. He had to survive.

He peeked at Ganondorf's back. The dark-skinned man walked with purpose, as if he would walk through the castle they approached. His massive sword swung with every step, smacking against the hard muscles of his buttocks.

Link scanned the horizon. He had to escape. His best bet was to race for a copse of trees to his right and then hide. It was humiliating, but nothing compared to being marched naked into the castle to become Ganondorf's slave.

To his despair, his cock twitched and grew half-hard. As much as his rape was humiliating and painful, he also had experienced an intense orgasm. He had never had one like that before. The memory of his cock spraying across his chest from nothing more than a hard shaft driving into his ass brought a flush to his cheeks.

Link took a deep breath. First, run away, hide, and then return to get the Master Sword. He nodded to himself and then steeled himself. He turned back.

... to run face-first into Ganondorf's crotch. The thick bulge punched him hard and he staggered back.

Ganondorf leaned over and smiled. "Still have a bit of spirit in you, don't you?"

Link's blood ran cold. He regained his balance and looked around. Suddenly the copse of trees looked too far away and there was no way he could make it before Ganondorf caught up with him. A whimper rose in his throat as he looked back.

"The princess was the same way. Just when I thought she had finally been broken, I'd catch that look in her eyes." Ganondorf's deep voice wrapped around Link. "There was a fire in there, one that I thought I had snuffed."

He casually reached out.

Link cringed. When he saw Ganondorf's fingers reaching for his crotch, he tried to pull back.

The large hand snapped forward, three fingers sliding between his legs as the thick thumb dislodging Link's hand to press against his balls. With a crunch, he clamped down and dragged Link closer. "Come here, Cunt."

Link let out a cry as he was dragged closer. The pain radiating from his cock and balls were intense. He tried to relieve the pressure but lifting himself to his toes made no difference.

Ganondorf's breath washed over his face. "Now, listen here, you little cunt," he said in a low growl. "This is what's going to happen."

He closed his hand around Link's groin, three fingers catching his buttocks and his thumb spread out across Link's small cock and balls. With steady force, he rolled his thumb back and forth crushing the tiny testicles with brutal force.

Link let out a sob. He twisted helplessly, trying to break free. One hand dropped down to grab Ganondorf's wrist but he couldn't move the thick cord of muscles even an inch.

Ganondorf smiled cruelly. "I'm going to take this cunt home and I'm going to use you until I'm exhausted. Then tomorrow, I'm going to take my time and break your spirit until you are nothing more than two holes to fuck whenever I want. I'm hoping your spirit lasts because I'm really looking forward to hearing you cry for a long time."

Ganondorf slipped his middle finger down, tracing the line between Link's tight, firm buttocks.

Knowing where the tip of the finger was probably going to go, Link gasped and reached back. He grabbed the finger and tried to stop it but it slipped out of his grip before nestled against his recently violated asshole.

Link shook his head. He pleaded with his eyes, begging not to be penetrated again.

Ganondorf speared his asshole with his finger. The thick digit tore into the sore opening and plunged deep into the hole that his cock had opened up only minutes ago. Cum squelched around his penetration.

Shuddering, Link lifted himself on his toes. He knew that his shaft would be hard, if it wasn't for the thumb that was crushing his genitals against his hairless pubes.

Ganondorf thrust deep past the second knuckle. Then he bent his finger before jamming it deep again.

Tears burned in Link's eyes as his body shuddered with the thrust.

"This is my cunt, do you understand?"

Link clamped his eyes shut and looked away.

Ganondorf's grip tightened, squeezing down until Link thought his balls were going to rupture. "I said, this is my cunt. Do you understand?"

When Link didn't respond, the dark-skinned warrior, suddenly dragged a second finger down and rammed it hard into the tight opening.

Link let out a cry as the two fingers stretched him painfully apart.

Ganondorf thrust deep, crushing his balls as he thrust in and out of the tight right of Link's asshole. The thick bump of his knuckles felt like knives against the tortured opening. The fingers plunged deep into the his liquid depths, reminding him of his recent rape in addition to his current humiliation.

"Let's try this again, Cunt."  He force the fingers in deep, swirling them inside Link's insides. His thumb increased in pressure, stretching his victim's scrotum until it almost tore open. "Who's fucking cunt is this?"

Link opened his mouth, but the words won't come out.

"Is this my cunt?"

Desperate to stop the pain and humiliation, Link nodded sharply.

"Is this my cunt?" repeated the dark-skinned man.

Link sobbed as he nodded. He tried to twist away from the cruel pressure but he couldn't escape. He didn't know how to respond. Then he realized he was still holding Ganondorf's wrist. It took all of his effort to relax his grip on the powerful wrist; it didn't really matter, he couldn't stop Ganondorf even if he wanted to.

"And the other hand, Cunt."

With tears in his eyes, Link forced his other hand to relax around the fingers behind him. He was just as useless stopping Ganondorf from violating his asshole as he was stopping his balls from being crushed.

"There you go." Ganondorf chuckled as he continued to thrust his finger into Link's asshole, driving deep with every thrust. To Link's relief, he relaxed his grip slightly and pulled his thumb away from crushing his balls.

Ganondorf stared directly into Link's eyes as he continued to pump in his ass. "My cunt, do you understand?"

Fighting back a sob, Link sobbed. His entire body was pushed up to his toes and dropped down with every plunge. His cock grew harder with his humiliation, something that he regretted with every passing second.

Finally, Ganondorf pulled his fingers out.

Link fell back on his feet, relieved that the torture was over.

The Gerudo brought his hands up. They were glistening in the moonlight and dripping with cum. He smiled as he tilted them one way and then other as he kept the two wet fingers together.

Then he smiled at Link. "You know what else is mine?"

Link stared at the dripping fingers and shook his head. He clamped his jaw shut as tears burned in his eyes.

"Are you my cunt?"

The tears ran down his cheeks as he nodded, humiliated and broken.

"And then, is this mouth mine?" Ganondorf said in a low voice that promised endless tortures.

With a sob, Link hesitated.

"Is this mouth my toy to use however I want?"

Gasping, Link forced his mouth open. His body felt hot and sparkling as he watched Ganondorf bring his fingers to Link's lips. Then the hot touch of the wet fingers ran along his bottom throat.

His cock grew harder and he hated every second.

Ganondorf slid his fingers in and out, just a tiny stroke. "This is my mouth to fuck, Cunt. Anything I tell you to wrap your lips around, you do so. If I want to ram something into your throat, you do it. Understand?"

He plunged his fingers in deeper, scraping them along Link's bottom teeth until his fingertips reached the back of Link's throat.

Link gagged violently.

Ganondorf fucked the Link's mouth with his fingers. The salty taste of cum flooded over Link's tongue, swirling around as he tasted his own asshole mixed in with the Gerudo's cum.

"Now you are getting it," Ganondorf said in a low voice. He rubbed his crotch with his other hand as he plunged his fingers deeper into Link's mouth. "I'm looking forward to see you choke on my short sword, Cunt. I can't wait to see these lips wrapped around it. I'm betting your sissy cock is going to get so hard when I'm balls deep in your throat."

Humiliated, Link could only sob as he kept his lips wrapped around the fingers.

"Now, lick them clean."

As much as he wanted to disobey, he couldn't. The idea of escape seemed so far away, a fantasy that was already fading under the onslaught of humiliation. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue to gather up the cum that clung to Ganondorf's rough finger. It was a strong taste but he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time.

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Link had entered Hyrule Castle many times over the last few months but never naked and helpless. He could feel the curious and hostile eyes staring at him, people who counted on him to defeat Ganondorf and others who were trying to figure out how the dark-skinned Gerudo had brought home.

He walked with one hand covering his crotch and the other over his buttocks. A blush burned on his cheeks.

"Keep walking," Ganondorf said in a low tone. His eyes scanned both sides of the main street of the village around the castle. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword; despite being one of the most powerful warriors in Hyrule, he still was ready for an attack from any direction.

Link spotted one of the merchant who sold him a large bag. The man had made an effort of supporting him because he was going to defeat Ganondorf. Now, there was a mask of disappointment and pity on his face as he stared pointedly at Link.

Someone whistled. Link glanced up to see a green-skinned bulblin robbing his crotch and grinning with squared-off teeth. "Got what you deserved, you filthy elf!"

A few other bulblin's around the first.

Ganondorf glanced back. "Friends of yours?"

"Friends, if you mean he hunted us down and stole our rupees!"

The other bulblins muttered in agreement. It didn't matter if Link had defeated and won the respect of their leader, King Bulblin. The other bulblins still attacked relentlessly throughout all his adventures across Hyrule.

Ganondorf chuckled, a dry and cruel tone. "Might have to do something about that," he said quietly. "Come on, Cunt."

Trembling with fear and humiliation, Link followed as Ganondorf strode right down the main street and into the open gate of the castle.

Inside, there were more people than Link ever wanted to see in his state. At least thirty Hyruleans were cleaning up debris. The normal-looking were working uneasily with packs of with bulblins, bokoblins, and the orange-skinned moblins.

As Ganondorf approached the front door of the castle, silence filled the courtyard. Link glanced to see everyone staring at him. Unlike in the town, the gazes focused on him were a mixture of hatred, lust, and glee. He cringed and stumbled on the rough ground.

"Keep walking," snapped Ganondorf.

A large moblin walked up to Ganondorf. "Master," he grunted, "the mess is being cleaned up. By tomorrow probably, then we can start repairs." The creature turned to look at Link. His lip curled back to reveal a dripping maw and powerful-looking teeth.

"Good. Have you seen the seneschal?"

"Directing cleanup in the throne room. Some sort of large beast destroyed..." The moblin's voice trailed off. "Throne room."

"Have him bring my old cunt's collar to me as soon as possible."

The moblin looked at Link.

"Yes," Ganondorf said with a chuckled. "I have a new replacement."

"Are you going to share him like the other bitch?" The moblin rubbed a thick bulge underneath his trousers. "We'd be very grateful if you do."

"You know this one?" Ganondorf seemed surprised.

"He's been stomping all over Hyrule, slaughtering blins, breaking into temples, and generally being a nuisance. We'd all be mighty grateful to get a shot at putting that tiny-ass little pissant in his place. Me and the boys would appreciate it greatly." He growled lustfully. "Really appreciative."

Ganondorf gave Link a hard look. "I might just do that. Go get the seneschal and the collar. Might as well grab a pair of cuffs while you're at it."

The moblin thumped his chest with his fist, leered at Link who cringed back, and then bounded into the castle.

Ganondorf shook his head. "You just made a lot of friends, haven't you? I'm guessing you were also the one who has been breaking every pot and barrel in town?"

Link looked away for a moment. He clenched his hand over his groin, cupping his balls in hopes of hiding them from the bulblins' gaze.

Ganondorf walked over to a pile of splintered logs. With a groan, he turned around and sat down heavily on the stacked wood. His massive sword rang out against the wood before slicing off a long sliver. As the curl of wood hit the ground, his boots scraped against the dusty ground as he spread his muscular legs apart.

Link stood there, unsure what to do. He didn't want to look at the Gerudo, if he did, then Ganondorf might order him to approach. Instead, he scanned the rest of the courtyard, hating how everyone was working but watching him at the same time. He felt vulnerable as he stood nearly naked in the middle, the only one undressed among the warriors and repairmen.

Ganondorf cleared his throat.

Link winced. Slowly, he looked toward the Gerudo.

Snapping his fingers, Ganondorf pointed to the ground in front of him.

Link didn't need the words, the order was clear. He glanced at the gate leading out of the courtyard. There was a pack of bokoblins dragging stone blocks across the opening. He couldn't see a spot where he could run away.

Ganondorf coughed.

Dread flooding his thoughts, Link turned and shuffled over to him. The sounds of hammering, scraping, and lugging around him couldn't drown out the beating of his heart or the sick feeling in his stomach.

"Kneel, Cunt."

Link whimpered as he lowered himself to his knees.

Around him, the sounds of work died off.

Ganondorf smiled and leaned back. "Spread your legs. Show them your tiny little dick."

Tears burning his eyes, Link obeyed. He dragged his knees through the dust, spreading until he could feel his cock hanging down and his buttocks spreading apart to reveal his asshole to everyone staring. The humiliation was overwhelming, the feeling that he had failed everyone so powerful he wanted to cut his throat against the swords on the other side of Ganondorf's powerful thigh.

"Little more. Show them that gaping asshole. Better yet, reach back and pull your cheeks apart."

Link shook his head.

Ganondorf sighed and sat up. He grabbed Link by the side of his face, the hot palm against his cheek. Then, with his other hand, he slapped Link hard.

Link's head smashed against the palm cradling it. There was no comfort, only a promise of more pain as the entire side of his face felt like it was on fire.

"Spread. Your. Cheeks."

With a sob, Link balanced on his knees as he reached back. His fingers slipped on the cum-slicked edges of his buttocks before he dug his finger into the soft meat and spread them apart.

A glob of cum oozed out of his tortured asshole and ran down his thigh.

One of the blins let out a low growl. "Now that's a properly fucked ass."

A round of growled agreements filled the courtyard.

Link's cheeks burned hotly. His taut muscles flexed to keep himself balanced on his knees with his head leaning forward and his cheeks spread apart. He tried to pull away from Ganondorf's palm but the Gerudo cradled his face as he looked down at him.

Ganondorf smiled and shook his head. "So much fire in your eyes. I love it." He dropped his other hand to his crotch, dragging his fingers up and down the thick bulge that strained underneath his armor.

"You are so tiny for someone who got so far. I heard about you breaking into the water temple and I know you stole that damn Master Sword."

Link gulped. He relaxed his grip on his buttocks.

Ganondorf tightened his grip on his face. "No."

Panting, Link got a better grip of his tight ass cheeks and pried them apart again. More cum oozed out of his asshole and he could feel it tickling against the ring of wrinkled skin.

The Gerudo looked down at him and said nothing.

Link strained to keep his position.

Then, Ganondorf dug into his armor and unbuckled it. With a sinking sensation in his stomach, Link watched as he popped off plates and straps with one hand. His other cradled Link's face. Without taking his eyes off Link, he fished out the mass of his black cock. The long, thick member slumped down, smacking against Link's other cheek.

The smell of cum and sweat choked Link. It was less than hour ago that it was impaling Link's ass with brutal strokes. Now it was inches from his face. He could see the cum glistening along the thick veins and ridges.

Link tried to shake his head.

"Time to worship your new master, Cunt. Get used to this, it's going to be the only sword you'll know for a very long time."

Link let out a shuddering breath. He released his ass and let the taut cheek snap together. Trembling, he reached forward it.

Ganondorf slapped him again. "Spread your ass cheeks!"

The crack of palm against flesh rocketed across the courtyard. Silence flooded after it.

Tears wet on his cheeks, Link forced his hand back and spread his cheeks again. He dug hard into the firm buttocks to spry it obscenely apart. Then, taking a deep breath, he leaned forward.

Ganondorf guided him with the hand still cradling his cheek.

Link let out a choked sob of humiliation as he pressed his face into the pitch-dark sack of the man who bested him. The smell of the Gerudo's musk flooded his nostrils as he dragged his lips and nose through the bristles and along the skin.

Ganondorf's balls were huge. They felt like fists as they rolled on his cheeks. Underneath the soft skin, he could feel the iron-like hardness of the cock swelling above his head.

"Kiss it."

Link opened his mouth and ran his lips over the swell of the nearest testicle. The salty taste of cum flooded his mouth, choking him as he slowly closed his lips in small, wet kisses.

Pre-cum splashed down on his head, matting his hair against his forehead. He ignored it as it started to gather on his brow and threatened to roll into his eyes.

"Look at me," Ganondorf said in a low voice. His cock twitched with his thoughts.

It took Link all of his willpower to look up and past the thick black shaft that separated them. Ganondorf's palm guided him until his eyes were locked into the yellow-eyed monster that had defeated him.

Unable to form words, Link opened his mouth and sucked on one ball then the other. His saliva left the skin and pubic hairs glistening as he sucked on the delicate flesh that covered Ganondorf's massive nuts.

The Gerudo's palm guided his mouth up to the rigid base of his shaft. Link obeyed, it was the only thing he could do, as he kissed along the slick surface of his shaft. He could taste his ass, cum both stale and fresh, and other overwhelming flavors as he sucked on the thick ridge. His mouth strained to open as he tilted his head to work his mouth up and down.

Ganondorf smiled broadly but said nothing. He used his hand to move Link's mouth up and down the shaft but slowly working closer to the dripping end.

Link could feel it coming closer as his body strained to keep his balance. He had to tightened his grip on his cheeks to keep them separated as he leaned more into Ganondorf's palm.

"You are such a sweet little cocksucker, aren't you?" The low voice vibrated through the shaft underneath Link's mouth.

He gulped and swallowed some of the cum that had been accumulating in his mouth. The salty burn ran down his throat, burning hot as he swallowed again before moving his mouth closer to the thick ridge of Ganondorf's helmet.

"Now, you little fuck hole, I want you to open your mouth really wide and show everyone here what a cock sucker you are."

Link's cheeks burned hotly as he fought the urge to pull away.

The hot grip on his cheek, the palm cradling his face tightened as a warning.

Link gulped and opened his mouth widely as he lifted his body up to catch the tip of the cock in his lips. He leaned back and down, levering it until the thick spear was aimed straight for his throat. He strained to open his mouth wider but the thick head refused to easily slid in. He pushed down on it, sobbing and crying.

Ganondorf's fingers curled around the back of his head.

Link tensed, afraid of what was about to happen next. To his humiliation, he realized his own cock was achingly hard and pointed straight down. He couldn't tell, but he was sure he was dripping on the ground and everyone could see his surrender.

Guided by the firm grip of the victor, Link pushed his mouth hard down on Ganondorf's cock head. The thick head strained his lips, almost tearing them. He felt his jaw struggling to take the girth.

Then, inch by inch, the rounded helmet sank into his mouth. It caught against his teeth but Ganondorf didn't seem to even notice as he let out a low moan of pleasure.

Link forced his head down until his lips clamped down on the ridge behind the glans. He felt like he was choking, that his entire mouth was filled with something too hot to comprehend. Thick torrents of pre-cum were flooding against his tongue and dribbling down his throat.

His chest heaved as he started to gag but there was no where to go.

Ganondorf pulled him closer.

Link resisted but the Gerudo increased the pressure and forced more of his massive cock into the poor Hyrulean's lips. Thick ridges spread his lips even further apart as the head lodged itself against Link's tongue, crushing it against the bottom as it slid along the smooth roof of his mouth.

The Gerudo let out a moan as he pulled harder, driving his cock head into the back of Link's mouth.

Tears burned in his Link's eyes as he struggled. His teeth scraped against the black shaft gagging him and his stomach heaved as the desperate need to breathe rose up.

"Through your nose," Ganondorf said. "You aren't choking yet."

Link sobbed as he looked up with blurred vision. He had to concentrate to draw in a breath through his nose. It felt choked and weak, as if he couldn't ever bring in enough to fill his lungs. His jaw ached and his tongue couldn't move from where it was pinned.

Ganondorf stretched his thumb around to press against the bone underneath Link's eye. With his other hand, he finally brought it up to clamp on the other side, pinning Link in place. His cock surged with heat as he pushed back.

Link let out a gasp as the thick head bulged at his lips. He struggled to open his mouth enough to let it escape but the ridge of the glans was too much. It pulled out on his cheeks and lips for a moment before they split open and slid along the thick, glossy head of the Gerudo's cock.

He gasped with relief.

Ganondorf pulled him back down on his shaft.

Link's eyes widened in fear as the thick head smacked against his lips. He fought for a moment as the two hands bore him down on the cock, forcing it past his lips and into his mouth.

He only had a chance to choke a few times before Ganondorf pulled him back off.

"Breathe, Cunt. Take a deep breath."

Eyes watering, Link took a deep breath and then opened his mouth as wide as he could.

Ganondorf smiled broadly and pulled hi down on the shaft, forcing the thick head past his lips and deep into his mouth.

Pre-cum poured down Link's throat, choking him. He squirmed and fought the urge to move. He was helpless, exposed and vulnerable. Everyone was watching as Ganondorf raped his throat and there was nothing he could do about it.

The thick head was jammed into his mouth over and over again, bruising his lips and forcing his jaw open with quick jabs that left him gasping for air. He felt dizzy as he choked on the pre-cum pouring down his throat.

Ganondorf let out a grunt and fucked his face harder. His fingers clutched Link's skull tightly, holding it firmly as he impaled Link's mouth repeatedly over the rounded head until the corner of his lips started to tear.

Thick rivers of drool escaped Link's mouth as he was repeatedly impaled on the cock. It smacked against the back of his throat so many times that his stomach stopped heaving and the initial gagging faded away. It felt like Ganondorf was bruising everything from his lips to his tongue to his gullet.

Ganondorf's grunts grew louder as the thrusts accelerated. He yanked Link hard on his cock, punching the back of the his victim's throat until Link's head was spinning from the abuse.

Then, with a grunt, he came. A hot slug of cum splattered against the back of Link's throat, kicking off a fresh round of gagging. Ganondorf let out a grunt and yanked his cock brutally from Link's mouth.

Ropes of cum splattered against the smaller man's face, painting it from one side and then the other. The grip on the sides of his head tightened as Ganondorf continued to cum, spraying it across Link's forehead, cheeks, and even his eyes.

The stinging cum was nothing compared to the bruised and bleeding of his lips, but the humiliation of having the Gerudo coming on his face was overwhelming. Link tried to close his mouth, but he couldn't. The muscles seemed slack and weak.

Slugs of cum splattered against his mouth before more of it painted his face. His eyes burned as the cum seeped into the corner of his eyes. It clung to his face in thick globs of white.

Ganondorf leaned back, panting. He nodded and smiled.

Then his eyes looked up and past Link.

"The collar and cuffs, Master," said the moblin from before. "Though I'm enjoying the view."

"I'm sure you are, Karasa." Ganondorf stood up, forcing his dripping cock into Link's face as he did. His hand gripped Link tightly and pulled him up.

Unsure he was supposed to keep holding his cheeks apart, Link dug his fingers in to pry them apart as he was forced into a standing position. He trembled as globs of cum ran down his face.

Ganondorf reached down to run his hand down the length of his shaft, gathering up all the cum that had clung to the black surface. Without looking down, he smeared it across Link's hairless chest before shoving his shaft into his trousers again.

Then he reached out and snapped his fingers. Karasa dropped what looked like a heavy iron collar into his palm. One end was melted and scorched, as if someone had used fire magic to free the princess from its grip. He shuddered at the thought of the heat against her delicate throat, and then tried not to think about him in the same position.

Ganondorf leaned over as he pried the collar open and reached out Link. "Don't move."

Link shuddered as he felt the icy touch of the collar against his shoulder. The ragged opening scratched his throat as Ganondorf brought it around. On the back of the Gerudo's hand was a golden triangle, the Triforce of Power. It flickered to life, energy rolling off the corners as the black-skinned man grabbed each end of the collar and pressed them tightly together.

There was a blast of power that felt like someone had punched him in the throat. A screech of metal rang out along with a flash of heat and the smell of burning flesh.

When Ganondorf pulled his hand back, the Triforce glowing brightly, the heavy collar slumped against Link's shoulder. He used his other hand to run his finger along it, rolling the iron around Link's neck. The opening had been crushed and fused together, leaving a single piece to encircle Link's neck.

Ganondorf smiled broadly. "I love seeing a collared cunt."

Link trembled, his arms shaking as he tried not to think about his surrender.

"Turn around."

To his humiliation, Link obeyed. His hard shaft bounced with his movement, reminding him that he was turned on by his submission and embarrassment.

Ganondorf's finger ran down the crack of his spread-apart ass. The thick finger teased his sphincter before sliding down to cup his balls. "Little hard, aren't you?"

Link bowed his head.

"No matter, I'm sure a little sissy like you is going to have a chance to blow your load again."

He leaned into Link's back as he fitted the cuffs around Link's slender wrists. "In fact," he whispered, "I'm thinking you are going to cum like a little pussy as soon as I ram his cock into that tight ass of yours."

Link shuddered as he let out a gasping breath.

There was a surge of power as Ganondorf crushed the cuffs into place, sealing them. Then, his warm hands spread out across Link's shoulder.

"The Triforce of Courage," he said in a low tone as he touched the triangle shape that had formed between Link's shoulder blades during his adventures. "One might be able to take over the world with this and my own. Of course the princess still has Wisdom, so I can't conqueror the world quite yet."

Link shook his head.

Ganondorf's cock pressed against his back. "Right now, though, I'm more interested in getting some of this funk off me."

Then, he turned and walked away. "Come, Cunt."

Link turned and looked around at the courtyard. Everyone was staring at him, shocked and amused. The blins were the worse as they rubbed their crotches and nodded at him. They wanted to rape him, just like Ganondorf did.

Feeling like he didn't have any courage to earn the Triforce on his back, Link followed after Ganondorf to further abuse.

Chapter Text

Link stood on the edge of the massive tub and looked down with a sense of wonder and surprise. He had grown up in a small village. Bathing usually meant going down to the river or sharing a communal bucket in winter. He had thought he had a good life when he got hot water earlier instead of the tepid water later.

What Ganondorf had was beyond anything he could comprehend. The tub was a marvel perched in six red legs that looked like they were made of rubies. The tub itself was a translucent white material that curved around but somehow managed to be large enough to engulf the Gerudo easily.

A thick layer of bubbles steamed along the surface and he could see various scents and potions arranged along the shelves that lined the window looking out across the Hyrule fields that surrounded the village.

Link glanced out the window. It was late at night now and he could see that the moon still shone down on the Master Sword in the distance. It didn't seem to be moving away no matter how much he looked.

He twisted his wrists in the cuffs. The heavy metal clinked with his movements. It was uncomfortable having his wrists pinned behind his back but it made it easier to hide his ass from anyone looking at him.

However it also left his hairless cock and balls exposed to everyone, even Ganondorf who mentioned them with amusement or flicked them with his finger as he passed.

Link blushed hotly and turned away from the window.

Ganondorf let out a groan as he entered the bathroom from the bedroom. He was naked, his jet black skin shining in the light as he ran his hands through his red hair. "Nothing like winning a battle to really have you appreciate what you have, right?"

Link's jaw tightened. His eyes focused on the black cock that swayed back and forth between Ganondorf's muscular legs. As much as he hated seeing it, there was something alluring about the beast who had dominated him so easily in their final fight. His jaw ached from being forced to suck on it, but he could still imagine the heat and hardness as it drove into the back of his throat.

To his growing humiliation, his cock twitched with his thoughts.

Link looked away.

Ganondorf chuckled as he stepped into the tub. "The princess did the same thing. She would stand there, looking as if I was garbage, but I could tell that she wanted my dick."

Link shuddered.

"It was the way she fought back her moans, the peeks when she didn't think I was looking, and the way she was always wet when I bedded her." Ganondorf chuckled as he sank into the water. "Oh, I love this tub of hers though. She may be a princess, but she knew how to relax."

Link peeked over, then caught himself when he saw Ganondorf looking at him with a knowing grin. Blushing hotly, he looked away.

"Bitch always looked ready to fuck when she wore nothing but a collar. Like you, there was something about her face that begged for me to fuck it."

Link shuddered with revulsion and curiosity. He licked his lips and tried to force his dick to soften. It was difficult, the last few hours were conspiring to cause it grow stiffer.

Water splashed.

Link cringed, waiting for the inevitable.

"Nothing wrong with enjoying this."

He shot a glare at Ganondorf.

"Don't give me that look, Cunt. This was the princess' favorite time of day. I'm sure it's going to be yours. You just need to learn your place."

Link shook his head.

Another chuckle and then a splash. Perfumed water dribbled out across the floor. It lapped at Link's boots. "Well, it was my favorite time of day, so why don't you come over here and get to your duties."

Muscles tensing across his body, Link slowly looked toward the tub.

Ganondorf sat chest-deep in the water. The bubbles lapped up along his muscular chest and rippled around his knees. Link thought he saw the tip of his cock bobbing just underneath the bubbles.

Confused, Link looked around.

Ganondorf pointed to his feet. "Get your boots off and get into the water with me."

Link shook his head.

"Yes, because if you don't, I'm going to get up." Ganondorf's ace twisted into a scowl. "And if I get have to get out of the water before I'm ready, it's going to be a less pleasant for you." His voice ended in a growl.

Staring at the water around his dirty boots, Link considered his options. He was cuffed and collared, helpless to anything Ganondorf decided to do to him. He couldn't stop a beating or even a killing blow. He gulped as a shiver of fear ran down his spine.

"Make a choice." The water splashed around him.

Link nodded. He knew what he had to do. Balancing carefully, he slipped one boot off and then the other. He was naked now, completely and utterly helpless except for the heavy weight around his neck and wrist. He rolled his shoulder to the side, as if it could get rid of the collar, before he turned and walked to the tub.

Ganondorf let out a grunt of approval.

Hesitating only for a split second at the edge of the tub, Link carefully lifted his leg and stepped inside. The liquid heat seeped into his skin as he held himself still for a moment and then smoothly shifted his weight inside. After so many adventures, his trim body easily kept him balanced as he brought his other foot in.

His knees brushed against Ganondorf's inner thighs. He tried not to think about the hard muscles that easily drove the black shaft into his body. He twisted slightly at the cuffs, unsure of what Ganondorf expected him to do with his wrists bound behind them.

Ganondorf chuckled and looked him over. His eyes were filled with naked lust.

Link peered around. Spotting a sponge on the side, he twisted his body and backed up to it.

"No."

He looked at Ganondorf. With a frown, he reached for it again.

"No," Ganondorf said with a chuckled. "You don't need that. In fact, the only thing you need is this." He held up a bottle of liquid soap.

Link stared in confusion.

"Come closer." Ganondorf reached out and cupped the back of Link's thigh. With a firm pressure, he pulled Link closer until the black cock brushed against his ankle.

Without another word, he lifted his palm and poured a healthy dollop of soap into it. Rubbing it together, he smacked it against Link's chest and then proceeded to lather him up. His thick fingers jammed into the scrapes and bruises from the fighting.

Link inhaled sharply. He felt dizzy as he stared at the Gerudo who had utterly defeated and humiliated him was cleaning up.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

Link hesitated but then shook his head.

"By choice or are you mute?"

He didn't answer. A lot of people asked him that question and he never had an answer.

Ganondorf's fingers reached up to soap underneath the collar. His thick hands caused the iron ring to press firmly against Link's throat. His face was a strange mixture of amusement and curiosity, two emotions that Link didn't think he was capable of showing.

"You can moan though." Ganondorf lowered one hand to cup Link's small cock and balls. "A lot of pretty moans earlier. And I'm pretty sure I heard whimpers and grunts too." He ran his finger up and down the line between Link's testicles and his asshole.

Cheeks burning, Link nodded. Every touch felt like lightning against his skin. He shivered but his body was tingling with anticipation. His cock rose up through the bubbles.

"No matter, I won't make you going around calling me 'master' then."

Link stared in shock.

Ganondorf chuckled and smiled at him. "I had the princess do that. It's nice but I like the idea of a silent little sissy riding my dick."

Link looked down. The black rod was standing on its end, the tip cresting the surface of bubbles. It looked like a black sphere between his legs, a violent thing that was designed to penetrate and abuse.

His shaft grew harder.

Ganondorf didn't seem to notice. He brought both of his hands around to soap up Link's hips and buttocks. His fingertips ran dangerously close to his asshole.

Link squirmed.

The black-skinned warrior didn't say anything for a while as he scrubbed Link's body. Then he broke it with a chuckled. "You look so tiny, it's like fucking a child."

The muscles underneath Ganondorf's touch tightened.

"But, children don't have muscles like this." He trailed his fingertips up Link's chest, tracing the lines of hard battles and adventures. "You are a man, just a tiny, delicate cunt of one."

Link tried not to think about where he want, or how much he was fighting the memories of humiliation and submission. He wanted to as much as he wished he had won the final battle.

"I wonder if the princess would have fucked you if you won."

Link's cock surged to full hardness, a tiny length compared to the black rod tickling his balls from underneath.

Ganondorf chuckled and cupped it, rubbing his thick fingers along the short length. "Oh, fancy the princess, don't you? Want to shove this little dick into her cunt and hear her moan?"

He looked up. "She's had my dick in that pussy of hers. Balls deep in every hole of that body. This thing?" He rubbed the bottom with his thumb.

Link squirmed.

"This thing is never going to satisfy what I've utterly ruined."

Link closed his eyes tightly.

"But right now, you can clean me off."

He opened his eyes and twisted his wrists.

Ganondorf chuckled and leaned back, his pectorals flexing. "You don't need your hands," he said as he drew his eyes down across Link's soapy chest. Every inch of the small warrior's body was covered in suds.

As to make a point, Ganondorf reached his arm and thrust it between Link's legs. The hard muscles bumped against his thighs. Then, he pulled up as he drew back, dragging Link's soapy crotch over his skin. "There you go. Use your body."

Link let out a sob of humiliation. He rocked his hips along Ganondorf's arm, rubbing it with his own body. His collar and cuffs clinked as he moved back and forth.

Near the end, Ganondorf's fingers tickled his asshole and balls but otherwise the black-skinned man remained still.

Link focused on his task, using his chest, arms, and helpless body to soak and scrub Ganondorf's skin. Every time his hard cock brushed against the muscular body, he hated the thrill and heat that rose up. Every time the thick rod of Ganondorf's shaft brushed against his thigh or slapped against his belly, he tried not to think about the urge to have it impale his body.

He felt humiliated but he kept going forward. He had to get closer to Ganondorf to get his chest clean. Tears burned in his eyes as he rubbed his chest up and down against the dark-skinned man's. Their faces were uncomfortably close.

Ganondorf stared at him, saying nothing.

Somehow, the silence made it worse.

Link panted as he finished soaping up the front of Ganondorf's body. When he finished, he stepped back.

Ganondorf chuckled and lifted his body. His hard cock thumped against Link.

Link prepared himself for being raped again.

To his surprise, Ganondorf turned around and knelt over the edge. "Get the back too."

Startled, Link stared at the hard, muscular buttocks that were bulging out of the water. The pitch black of Ganondorf's skin was a startling contrast to the fading bubbles. It took him a moment to regain his senses before he went back to scrubbing Ganondorf's back with his chest.

It was harder to obey with his hands cuffed behind him. He had to twist and writhe to get into the places.

Then his hard cock nestled between the curved cheeks of the man who had conquered him. He froze, looking down in shock. His tiny, pale length looked like a finger.

Ganondorf's buttocks tightened. "You might as well clean that. Sooner or later, your mouth is going to be there and you want it squeaking clean."

Link shivered. He gingerly dragged his shaft up and down the cleft, using the tip of his soapy cock to scrub the inner cheeks. When he pushed too hard, he could feel just a hint of Ganondorf's sphincter but the powerful cheeks easily kept even his achingly hard length far away from penetration. It felt like he was dancing with death but Ganondorf didn't seemed to care.

After an eternity of scrubbing, Link stepped back.

Ganondorf flipped over and sat down heavily. Water splashed in the tub, rocking back and forth. "Good job."

Link almost smiled.

"You missed something." He gestured down at the hard rod sticking out of the water.

Link started to kneel down.

"No."

He looked up.

"You have enough soap still on you. Use your crotch."

Link's cock surged and he hated the pleasure. Inching forward, he pressed his tiny shaft up against the thick girth. He felt insignificant and tiny as he rubbed his body up and down the length. The head slid along his chest, picking up soap as he was forced to use his entire body to rub the hardened length.

Ganondorf seemed amused. He finally reached forward to clasp Link's flanks. His powerful grip guided the small warrior to rub up and down, rolling both cocks between their bodies.

It felt good, terribly good. Link sobbed with humiliation and pleasure as he thrust his body harder, every movement causing his cuffs to rattle.

Ganondorf chuckled and released one hand to cup the side of Link's face. It was just like before, a comforting heat that was surprisingly gentle. "There you go, a little faster."

Link nodded as he obeyed, thrusting his body up against the hard shaft that has vanquished him. He hated it and loved it at the same time. His shaft throbbed with the growing need to cum but he couldn't surrender himself to let it go.

"There you go, there you go," Ganondorf said soothingly. "How about you clean the other side now?"

In a daze, Link nodded. He lifted one leg and stepped over the hard cock. The rounded tip ran along his inner thigh and he felt it nestle into the tiny opening of his asshole.

"No, not yet. Keep going." Ganondorf reached down to push the cock past Link and then let the small warrior down. The hard ridge of his length traced the crevice of Link's buttocks before he settled down on the thick patch of red hair at the base.

With his hand still cradling Link's face, Ganondorf used his other hand to cup Link's ass cheek, pulling it apart to firmly settle the thick, hardened length along his ass.

Link's shaft bobbed with his own excitement as he lifted and lowered his body, mimicking fucking himself on the black cock as he scrubbed it with his soapy back.

Ganondorf chuckled and gripped his ass tighter, working his finger up to the abused sphincter. "Do you know why I'm doing this?"

Link panted and shook his head.

"You can fight torture. Endless pain and suffering, day after day." As he spoke, he worked one finger into Link's sphincter. It felt good as the thick member plunged deep. The soft water lubricated the opening as he was penetrated.

"But be nice," Ganondorf continued as he stared directly into Link's eyes. "Not pretend to be nice, honest give you a moment of pleasure and happiness, and you'll find submission is much better."

Link shuddered as he found himself pushing down on the finger plunging into his ass. He gasped as he rattled his cuffs, shuddering as he pictured himself being impaled by the hot cock, to feel it plunge deep into his body, and then the inevitable orgasm that would flood his insides with gallons of cum.

He let out a moan.

Ganondorf smiled. "Oh, there you go. Moan for me."

Link looked up as he resisted, but everything felt good. He let out a cry that ended in a low moan.

"There's a good slut. There's my cunt. Moan."

Ganondorf's cock surged and throbbed but it was Link's orgasm that was rushing rapidly to a crest. He fought it, pulling back with all his might. Another moan slipped from his throat, then another.

"You sound so sweet, my little cunt."

Ganondorf jammed his finger deep into Link's asshole. "Now come."

Link shuddered.

"Come!"

His cock jumped with his effort. Let out another moan. It felt too good to have the thick digit impaling his asshole. It was powerful and hard an d commanding as it brought endless waves of pleasure to crash against his self-control.

"Cum, you fucking---"

Link's orgasm slammed into him. He let out a cry of pleasure as his shaft began to spray into the water, splattering the bubbles with tiny white lines. His sphincter tightened painfully around the thrusting finger.

Ganondorf smiled broadly as jets of Link's cum painted across his black chest. He arched his back to let more of it splattered on his skin.

Link gasped as he finished coming. The last few slugs of cum dribbled from the tip of his cock, leaving him feeling weak and helplessly. He panted as he stared at Ganondorf, unsure of what was happening and feeling disoriented yet somehow sated at the same time.

The thick finger slipped out of his asshole.

"There you go. That's a good little cunt."

Ganondorf pulled Link's head closer, the palm guiding him down. "Are you my little sissy?"

Lost in the afterglow of an intense orgasm, Link could only nod.

"Yes, you are. My pretty little cunt."

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Link stood helplessly to the side of the massive bathtub and watched warily as Ganondorf dried himself off. He didn't know what to think about the black-skinned warrior only a few feet away. His surreal situation was only more confusing by the events of the day.

In the first moments after Link's defeat, Ganondorf had proved himself the villain by raping him. Then the humiliation in the courtyard only emphasized it. But the tender moment in the bathroom messed up everything. Was Link supposed to be afraid of Ganondorf or appreciative of him? Were they still enemies? How could the Gerudo go from raping him to cradling his body? Why did he keep cupping the side of Link's face? More importantly, why was Link enjoying it so much?

He sighed softly and let his eyes take in Ganondorf. The dark-skinned warriors body was at a peak that Link could never hope to match. He was tall, broad, and packaged with powerful muscles. Every movement caused his entire body to flex; the play of toned muscles only highlighted the differences of their bodies.

Ganondorf reached down to cup his balls with one hand. He lifted one and then the other as he dried himself off. Each fist-sized ball rolled on his fingers as he finished his task. Then, he reached down to brush his cock free of the droplets of water that still clung to the deep ridges and veins.

Link wanted to break free and run for freedom. That was the right thing to do. He looked around the room, plotting out the doors and windows he could use to escape. It would difficult with his wrists bound behind his back, but he had solved far more difficult puzzles in the temples.

His eyes drew back to Ganondorf again. He hated that his eyes focused on the bulbous head of the victor's cock. He could almost feel it shoving into the back of his throat or jamming back into his asshole. He cringed at the remembered pain but at the same time, he wanted to feel it again.

Link's cock twitched and grew with his thoughts. He tried to stop it, but it kept getting harder.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Ganondorf straightened and tossed the towel on a nearby chair. Turning around, he regarded Link for a long moment.

Link looked away sharply.

Ganondorf said nothing.

After a few seconds, Link's gaze slid back slowly. His attention focused on the cock swinging back and forth, a half-hard shaft that looked so thick and swollen. It almost felt like Link belonged there, impaled on the shaft. He hated it, but he also wanted it. Licking his lips, he managed to lift his gaze up to the two testicles but couldn't find the willpower to raise his sight higher.

Ganondorf chuckled. "Like what you see?"

Link shook his head sharply.

"I think you do. I bet you are thinking about this thing," he reached down to stroke his cock, "sliding up against that tiny dick of yours? Do you want to come on it until it's all slick and ready to fuck that tiny pussy of yours?"

Tensing, Link shook his head.

"Or are you dreaming of licking it? I see your own thoughts, you want it."

A hot blush burned on Link's cheeks and he shook even more empathically. Even as he did, his cock was stiffening with his imagination.

Ganondorf gestured with his finger. "Come here."

Gingerly, Link inched forward. His bare feet left little wet marks on the tile ground. He couldn't help but grow more excited at the thought of what was coming next. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he did want to feel Ganondorf's cock again. He needed to have it sliding against his body, humiliating and overpowering.

The warrior watched him approach and then reached out with his left hand.

Link's heart beat faster. He leaned forward to rest his cheek against the warm palm.

Ganondorf slapped him.

It wasn't a gentle smack but a full-strength slap that caught Link's cheek and threw him to the side.

Unprepared, Link lurched toward the tub. He tried to brace himself but then he remembered his hands were bound himself him. With a sicking thud, he slammed into the hard edge and folded over it. His face smacked against the still-warm marble.

Link gasped at the pain radiating from his gut and groin. The impact had smashed into one of this balls, almost rupturing it. He could almost feel a half-heart fading away from the impact. With a gasp, he levered himself off the side of the tub.

Ganondorf reached over and grabbed him by the back of his collar. Thick fingers jammed into the space between the iron and the nape of Link's back before he clenched his fingers. The sharp metal in front crushed into Lin's throat, squeezing his trachea.

With a surge, the Gerudo yanked Link up and threw him in the other direction.

Fortunately for Link, it was the edge of the bed that caught his groin. The white comforter cushioned the blow but he still fell across it, hands flailing helplessly behind his back and his legs slipped apart on the ground; the still moist soles of his feet couldn't find purchase on the tile ground.

Then Ganondorf was looming over him. His hand grabbed Link by the shoulder and squeezed down. The powerful grip was only magnified by the glowing Triforce on the back of his hand. With supernatural stretch, he bent Link's spine back until Link's head was pressed up against Ganondorf's muscular chest.

The Gerudo leaned forward, his face twisted in a scowl. "What do you think that was?"

Still stunned by the sudden change, Link looked up with tear-filled eyes.

"That moment just now? In the tub?" Ganondorf smiled cruelly and brought his face closer. His cock slipped up between their bodies, cradled by Link's bound wrists. He could feel how hard it had gotten in only a heartbeat. It was ready to fuck again, no, ready to rape. He clenched his hands together as he felt his spine protesting from the curve he was being forced into. "That wasn't love. That wasn't tenderness, kindness, or affection."

His breath was hot against Link's face. "That was lesson."

Link gasped as his heart pounded painfully in his chest. He struggled to gather his thoughts, the only thing he could think of was the hardness sliding along his wrists and the pain in his body.

"I decide your pleasure, Cunt. If I want, you will enjoy every second. If I want to hear you scream...." Ganondorf drew his hips back. The thick cock began to slid down the gap of Link's arms as the swollen head moved down.

Link cringed. He knew what was going to happen next. Clenching his sphincter as tightly as he could, he grabbed the shaft with both hands in desperation to stop it from sliding down his cleft.

"... they will hear your screams all the way into town. You are my fuck toy. When I want to fuck you, there is nothing... nothing you can do to stop it!"

Ganondorf drew back his hips and his swollen cock head ran against Link's palm. It was hot and and hard but with only a hint of pre-cum. With dread, Link knew that Ganondorf intended to tear into his asshole with it but the tacky surface wasn't slick at all. If the dark-skinned warrior rammed it home, it would rip Link's tiny asshole more than impale it.

Frightened, Link gripped the cock with all his might in an attempt to stop it. Maybe Ganondorf would let him pump it enough to squeeze some pre-cum out to lubricate the tip.

His efforts were futile as Ganondorf yanked his cock from Link's grip and aimed the large, swollen head up into the cleft of Link's stretched cheeks. The head was massive, easily dwarfing the tiny opening he obviously intended to rape.

Tears burned in Link's eyes. He twisted as he tried to pull away.

Ganondorf grabbed Link's other shoulder with his free hand. The powerful grip on both drove him down into the soft surface of the comforter. The delicate perfume that flooded Link's nostrils was a painful contrast to the realization that he was about to have his ass ripped open.

Link silently begged for the cock jammed against his asshole to be a ruse. There was no way Ganondorf would---

The Triforce of Power glowed brilliantly, the only warning of the inevitable.

Ganondorf's cock punched into Link's asshole with the force of a charging giant boar. The tight ring resisted only for a second before it was torn open and the thick cock plunged deep into his body.

Link let out a unwilling scream of agony as he felt the thickness drive deep into his guts, stretching out his rectum around the thick spear that showed no signs of stopping.

Just as he felt the massive head ram his diaphragm from the inside and the girth of the shaft swelling his belly, Ganondorf reversed course and yanked his shaft out. Wet splatters of... something hit the tile behind Link before he drove it back into Link's tortured asshole.

With the Triforce glowing, Ganondorf quickly moved into deep, powerful strokes that plunged into Link's helpless body with relentless fury. "Fucking cunt!" he bellowed as his shaft ripped open, tearing it further with every stroke. Even the magical healing from the initial rape did nothing to stop the pain as he was impaled repeatedly. Each time Ganondorf buried his cock deep in Link's body, it throbbed powerfully and splattered the tortured smaller man's insides with pre-cum. Every withdrawal popped the thick head out of the gaping asshole before he slammed it home again. Ganondorf's balls slammed into Link's with every stroke, the weight feeling like repeated punching.

In agony, Link bit down on the white comforter to silence himself. It was the only thing he could do to deny Ganondorf the screams he wanted to hear.

His entire world focused on the thick shaft repeatedly impaling him. Every ridge and bump seemed to tear against hypersensitive skin, rippling along Link's ruined asshole and along his strained bowels.

Ganondorf got into a rhythm: he tightened his grip on Link's shoulders before he slammed his cock inside, there was a brief thud as the cock lodged itself as deep as possible, and then the burning sensation of having the entire length ripped out of his tortured hole. The beat was steady and brutal, ceaseless.

Then, the sharp edges of agony began to fade.

Link's eyes widened as he shook his head. No, no, he couldn't be accepting it. He couldn't enjoy it. He clamped his eyes tight and tried to focus on the pain of having his insides punched with each stroke. His sensations focused on the thud of his body against the cushions and the ache of his legs being spread painfully apart.

Something liquid painted his inner thighs, lubricating the shaft even further. The hard shaft no longer tore his asshole with every stroke; it slid along sensitive nerves, each ridge and bump painting itself in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Soon, the thrusts were almost pleasurable as Link was forced to accept the black cock. Link's clenched teeth relaxed as a moan escaped his lips. He shook his head to fight it.

"This is you, Sissy."

"This is your purpose now," grunted Ganondorf.

"A fucking hole that needs to be filled."

His shaft drew thicker as he gripped tighter, his hips driving every inch of his cock into Link's now willing body.

Losing himself in the cock that was dominating him, Link strained to push his body against it. His muscles tensed in time with the grip on his shoulder, driving back into the cock. His knees were struggling to keep up, he kept collapsing underneath the man who dominated his ass completely.

Ganondorf yanked back and Link's cock slumped off the edge of the bed. When he jammed forward, the tiny shaft was pinned to the side, aimed down toward the ground. It was painfully hard but Link couldn't adjust himself with his entire body being controlled by the thrusting shaft.

"So. Fucking. Hot!" groaned Ganondorf.

Unable to fight it, Link let out a loud moan as his cock began to spew cum against the side of the bed. The wet splattered added to the other wet sounds that filled the room. It took shamefully little time for his already exhausted balls to empty on the ground.

Ganondorf wasn't done. He continued to pound with fury, driving hard and strong for what felt like eternity. Pre-cum and other fluids smeared across their bodies as he worked toward his own orgasm with no regard of Link's pleasure. Ever stroke, though, force Link to accept his length even more, shaping and forcing his body to become nothing more than a hole to fuck.

Finally, Link felt Ganondorf's orgasm building. It was the strength of the strokes, the swell of the shaft inside him, and the growing tension in the dark-skinned man's body.

Link pushed back against the cock, squeezing his ruined muscles around the thick shaft to encourage the orgasm that would finally end the pleasure that wracked his body. He pawed his feet against the soaked ground, trying to push himself up into each stroke.

Ganondorf grunted as the Triforce grew brighter.

Link felt his rapist's strength increasing. He shuddering and moaned, gasping as he finally lifted his head up to cry out in pleasure and need.

"Fuck!" bellowed Ganondorf.

Searing cum burst inside him. It was a flood that sprayed into Link's tortured insides with the same brutal force as the rest of Ganondorf's thrust. It was as if the Triforce of Power also magnified the force of the jet of cum as it sprayed against his insides. Thick torrents of cum burst out of Link's strained asshole, spraying across the ground and puddling underneath him.

Link's cock surged again, spraying one last rope of pleasure against the cheeks.

Ganondorf drove hard and held it there, pumping cum into Link's body.

Pressed against the sheets, Link felt his belly swelling from the force. It was burning as it seemed to crawl up his body, tickling his stomach before he felt the surprising sensation of it rising up in his throat. He only had a chance to open his mouth before a thick spray of cum burst out of his mouth and nose and coated the blankets.

Ganondorf let out a moan as he pulled out. His cock popped out of Link's asshole with a loud slurp.

Link froze, his body trembling. Then he relaxed his muscles.

The surge of cum that poured out of his ass set off a third orgasm wracking through Link's body. He let out a loud moan as he shuddered with each ripple and surge that poured past his hypersensitive opening. He slipped down, smacking on his knees in a puddle of cum and blood.

Panting, he stared at the comforter as he felt more cum pouring out of his asshole. He could only remained with his knees spread as the pressure relented.

He swallowed the cum that coated his mouth and lifted his head. His entire body rose and felt as he gasped for breath.

Ganondorf reached around. There was a click.

Exhausted and sated, Link could only stare down at the chain that was attached to his collar.

Ganondorf grabbed Link's head and smeared his dripping cock across the smaller man's chest and face, wiping it clear. The smell of fluids choked Link but he was too exhausted to do anything.

"That's the best way to go to sleep."

Reaching over, Ganondorf wrapped the other end of the chain around a bar near the bathtub. He twisted it around and then clamped down on hard on it, fusing the metal into place and ensuring Link would have no chance to escape at night.

"Cunts stay on the floor," he said before crawling up on the bed. His cock left a smear of pink on the surface before he slumped down. He was smiling when he rolled over.

Link tried to move but the chain was too short. He only had a few feet of movement and the only thing around him was the puddle from his rape, hard tiles, and the side of a blanket. He looked over to the tub and considered it.

"The floor," Ganondorf said from the bed.

Winching, Link slumped down against the side of the bed. His knees slid through the thick juices pooled around his body. He knew that he would be sleeping in it by the end of the night, he promised himself to resist until he couldn't anymore.

Opening his mouth, he bit down on the comforter and closed his eyes. The entire day of battle, fighting, and raping crashed into him. He was only aware of sliding down into the cooling puddle of cum when exhaustion drove him into oblivion.

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Link's horror resumed when he heard a deep, guttural groan as Ganondorf woke up.

Instantly, Link was aware of his naked body sprawled out across the cold tiles of the floor. His skin was sticky and clammy. He started to plant his hand on the ground to push himself up but his wrists were still bound together.

Everything came rushing back at him: the fight, his loss, humiliation, and rape. His cheeks burned as he lifted his head and peered around him at the tiles and bedding around him.

Over the night, the puddles of cum had dried into hazy spots on the ground. He could still feel some of it clinging to his body, sticking and flaking. It made his skin crawl.

He brought one leg underneath his body and pushed himself into a sitting position. He had to blink a few times to clear his vision to see that he was still on the ground between the massive bed and large tub. On top of the mattress, he could see the formerly neat blankets and sheets had been torn up and twisted around.

Link shifted to a more comfortable position and felt the faint suction breaking where a few spots of cum were still moist against his pale skin.

With another groan, Ganondorf sat up. A sheet slipped off his muscular shoulder and chest to reveal his chiseled body and powerful frame. The contrast of white against his dark brown body was startling, like a silhouette in the light. He idly scratched the bottom of his neck, right below the bottom of his red beard.

Link wasn't sure how to feel. Part of him was angry at his loss and desperately wanted to lash out. All he needed was a sword---any sword---and the fight could resume right in the bedroom. The other part felt like he had lost and his position was right where he was, naked on the floor and humiliated in his defeat.

Ganondorf yawned as he looked around the room. He looked bored but there was a sharpness to his gaze. Slowly, his attention circled around toward Link.

Link cringed, inching back on the tiles. He thought about ducking his head underneath the edge of the mattress but it would have been a futile gesture. He instead sat up, his blond hair sticking to the dried cum on his shoulder.

Their eyes met.

A cold shiver ran down Link's spine.

Ganondorf smiled broadly. "I thought I smelled a cunt in the room. For a moment, I thought it was that bitch princess but I know the smell of her pussy anywhere. No, you're the boy who rescued her, aren't you?"

He hiked up one knee and leaned forward. The muscles on his powerful body flexed. He dropped his hand from his chest to rest on his knee.

Link took a deep breath.

"You really don't say much, do you? There were more than a few times last night I was sure you were going to yell or cry, but nothing more than a whimper and a gasp."

Link shook his head.

The dark-skinned man suddenly smiled. He planted his hands on the mattress and pushed himself toward the edge and Link. Sheets pulled over his thick legs as he freed himself.

A feeling of dread rose up inside Link. He tensed as he watched the dark-skinned man come to the edge and then dropped his feet over the edge. The rough soles smacked against the hard tile.

Ganondorf continued forward until his massive cock and balls slumped over the edge of the mattress. The thick length of pitch-black shaft swung down. It looked like a dead snake or a thick vine but far thicker than anything he had seen before.

The memory of having it rock-hard and shoved into his ass brought a shiver of fear, disgust, and desire flowing through Link. As much as he hated the idea of being raped, there was something pleasurable about being dominated by such a manhood.

He blushed hotly. When he felt a tingle growing in his balls, he shifted his body to trap his small shaft between his thighs before it got too hard to hide.

Humiliation burned in his cheeks. He wasn't supposed to get turned on by Ganondorf. He was the evil of the world, he had kidnapped Princess Zelda and was going to destroy everything.

"You seem confused...." He chuckled. "I don't know your name."

Link peeked up at Ganondorf's face.

The Gerudo chuckled and leaned forward. "I mean, I know what I'm going to call you, Cunt. It just means more knowing that I'm ignoring your real name. But, you aren't going to tell me, are you?"

Link shook his head. He tensed himself for a strike.

Ganondorf threw back his head and laughed. "Damn, a scared sissy and you still won't open your mouth to say anything. This is going to be new."

As fast as the humor started, it stopped. "Though, you were also the closest that anyone had come to ever defeating me."

He scraped his balls, rolling the thick orbs over his fingers as he worked his fingers through the red hairs that covered his testicles. "A couple blows different and I'd be on my knees in front of you, eh?"

The image of Ganondorf kneeling in front of Link slammed into his thoughts. What would it look like to have such a powerful man with his hands bound behind his back and his cock hard? Link's shaft strained against his thighs, forcing the head up between the crack between them.

Humiliated even more, Link rocked his hips back and tried desperately not to think about it.

Ganondorf's shaft twitched and started to thicken. Link couldn't help but stare as it grew wider and lengthened. The tight wrinkles stretched out as the head bobbed lower for a moment before it started to stand up. Flecks of dried cum broke free and fell to the ground; there was more of it dusting the dark

Link licked his lips and swallowed hard. He could still taste Ganondorf's cum on his tongue. It was gamy and musky, much like the smell that was beginning to swirl in the air around him.

"You should kiss it," Ganondorf said in a low voice.

Link looked up and shook his head.

Ganondorf wasn't smiling but he wasn't frowning either. It was that strange look on his face from the night before in the tub, that look that hinted at tenderness that Link knew could turn into cruelty in a moment's notice.

The Gerudo cleared his throat as his cock grew harder. "Kiss it," he said without a question.

Link wanted to resist. He wanted to jump up and run out of the way. He must have enough hearts to survive a flight, or even a jump out of the window. But instead he inched forward.

"There you go, Cunt. Kiss it."

Hating every second, Link inched forward as he strained against the bounds around his wrists. His cock was painfully hard, still from the image of Ganondorf in his same position but also from the closeness to the shaft that had destroyed his body the night before.

He stopped when he was close enough to feel the heat radiating against his face. He licked his lips and stared at it. It was so thick and hard, he wasn't sure it would fit in his mouth.

No, Ganondorf didn't say to suck on it, he said to kiss it. But even Link knew it was only a matter of time before the thick, rounded head would be pressing against the back of his throat.

He looked up. Ganondorf was watching him carefully. Link felt like he was on a precipice. His action now would determine the next few minutes, days, or even months he had as Ganondorf's triumph.

Gulping, he lowered himself slightly. He had to balance on his knees as he brought the thick shaft up against his cheek and let it rub against his skin. It was hot and smooth and getting harder by the second.

Link hesitated only for a moment, lost in humiliation and desire, before he planted a kiss on Ganondorf's cock. The taste of the manhood flooded his nostrils and he took a deep breath and kissed it again.

The heat grew stronger as the cock hardened even more. The head bumped against the front of his throat and left a little smear of precum. It was already so hot and it would only get hotter.

Link gulped and kissed again, working his way toward the base.

Ganondorf let out a low growl of pleasure.

Knowing that the Gerudo wouldn't hesitate to beat him, Link kissed his way down the shaft until his face was planted in the thick patch of red hair. He hesitated only for a moment, breathing in the musky scent, before he started his way back down toward the tip.

Every kiss, every touch of his delicate lips against the hard flesh, brought a growing dread and desire. Was he really going to kiss the tip? Was he going to open his mouth and let it slide in? Had he lost all of his dignity with his defeat?

Link knew the answer but hated himself for it.

He shifted his body until he was balancing on his knees as he worked his way down the hardened flesh to the ridge of the glans. His tongue darted out to tease behind the crown, feeling how Ganondorf's breath grew even deeper. He explored the ridge for a moment before working his way over the glossy head toward the piss hole.

His own body was aflame. His cock was free of its confines and standing up painfully hard. He could feel it dripping with his thoughts just as much as his cheeks were burning with his thoughts. Everything was hot and flushed and he didn't know how to respond or think.

His lower lip covered over the opening and he tasted precum on his tongue. The clear fluids were salty and strong-tasting, a promise of something far more.

Link glanced up at Ganondorf who was staring back at him with an intense look.

"Drink," whispered the Gerudo.

Link gulped. He was at the next gate of his submission and terrified to step through. Every action, every time he obeyed, he would be falling deeper under the domination of the man who had defeated him.

"Drink, Cunt."

Link opened his mouth and planted his lips. He sucked and drew in a small measure of precum into his mouth. His tongue flashed around to swirl it against his taste buds, overwhelming him with the taste before it was smeared across the inside of his mouth.

Tears burned in his eyes as he pressed against the shaft, sliding his lips further up the smooth head before pulling back while sucking.

More precum flooded his mouth, enough to dribble down his throat. He swallowed and did it again, parting his lips even further to take more of the suck before sucking harder. The dribble of precum grew stronger, flooding his mouth. He gulped at it as he bobbed back and forth, right on the edge of losing his balance with only a hard cock to keep him in place.

Devastated by the betrayal of his own desires, Link closed his eyes and focused on sucking on Ganondorf's cock. He rocked back and forth, his own lips sliding up and around the thick head as he gulped at the precum that filled his mouth.

A few droplets slipped out and dribbled from the corners of his mouth.

He focused on keeping his teeth away from flesh as he continued to bob and suck. His world spun around him as the flood of precum poured into his stomach, causing his insides to gurgle with his first drink of the day.

Then, a warm hand cupped his chest.

Link's eyes snapped open. He looked up to see that Ganondorf was cradling the side of his head like before. The strange, intimate look was on the Gerudo's face. It was terrifying and comforting at the same time.

Ganondorf gave a small smile. "More," he said in a low voice.

Link stared into his eyes as he pushed himself harder on the cock. His lips strained to take in the entire crown even as he pushed himself. His knees slipped on the tile, inching back with his effort.

Ganondorf chuckled. "Come on, Cunt. More."

With tears in his eyes, Link tried to obey. He could almost take the entire head in his mouth but the last bit resisted him.

The warm hand comforting his cheek slid back. The touch was electric as Ganondorf's palm caressed Link's jaw, the base of his pointed ear, and then resisted on the back of his head. Fingers curled around to hold him tight.

A flicker of energy rose up, the Gerudo was activating the Triforce of Power.

Link knew what would happen. He strained to keep his mouth open.

Ganondorf pulled Link onto his cock with a slow, but powerful pressure. The thick head slid deeper. Link tried to keep his teeth away but it was too much. They scraped against skin but Ganondorf didn't even flinch as he continued to force his cock into Link's strained mouth.

Just at the point that Link thought his jaw was going to break, the ridge of the crown was forced into his mouth. His teeth and lips sealed behind it as the muscles in his jaw protested the strain.

Ganondorf released his pressure but didn't move his hand.

Link's knees slipped further on the tiles. His tightly-stretched lips slipped further down the cock as the thick, swollen head shoved itself deeper into his mouth. It was hot and swollen and surprisingly pliable as it flooded his mouth.

He gulped at the precum that continued to pour into his mouth. It ran down his throat, the sensation of hot liquid only adding to the overwhelming intensity of having a cock head jammed into his mouth.

"Small strokes, Cunt. Small strokes."

Link gulped and looked up. He tried to plead with his eyes.

There was a flicker of annoyance.

Knowing that being on Ganondorf's intimate side was the only way to get through this, Link forced himself to take more of the cock into his mouth. His jaw ached and his eyes burned but he slid back and forth with small strokes.

The annoyance faded.

To his surprise. Link felt a rush of relief. Encouraged, he took more of the cock into his mouth and slid back and forth. Soon, the skin was slick with his saliva and the movements were easier. He could take a few inches of the black shaft past the head before his jaw really started to hurt.

Ganondorf didn't seem to notice the scratches or scrapes from his teeth. To Link's relief, there wasn't even a flinch or a look of annoyance, but he knew that biting would invoke the wrath far faster than anything else he could do. As a perverse and humiliating sense of pride, he strive to keep his teeth off as bobbed his head back and forth.

His knees slipped and started to lose his balance.

Link let out a whimper as he fell forward driving a few more inches of the black shaft hard into his mouth until it bumped against the back of his throat.

His stomach heaved as he gagged.

Ganondorf moaned as his hand tightened on the back of Link's head. "That's it. To the back of the throat. You don't have to go farther, just strokes it from lips to there and back."

Link let out a soft cry but obeyed. He spread his knees obscenely apart to keep his balance as he bobbed his head up and down to his limits. He could feel every ridge of the hard shaft as the thick cock head slid to the back of his teeth. When he took it deeper, the heat pulsed in his mouth with a flash of Ganondorf's excitement as the thick head pressed the back of his throat.

He gagged with every stroke, but that only seemed to make Ganondorf's cock harder. His eyes blurred with his tears as kept his gaze focused on the Gerudo's eyes.

"Good Cunt. Just like that. I'll be coming soon enough looking into these pretty eyes of yours."

Link sobbed with humiliation.

He continued to bob even past the point his jaw ached. He had been fighting for a long time, against brutal bosses and through endless traps. He could take the discomfort of a humiliating blowjob easily.

Someone knocked on the door.

Link tensed.

Ganondorf's fingers smacked the back of his head. "Don't stop," he said, his voice harder than before.

Link resumed sucking on the cock.

Ganondorf let out a chuckle. "That's a good cunt." Then, louder, he said, "Come in!"

The door creaked open. "Sir, I have a report...." It was Karasa, the moblin who appeared to be in charge. The creature's voice trailed off.

"Yes," Ganondorf said with an icy tone. His hand on the back of Link's head tightened and forced Link harder on his cock. "You have something for me?"

"Sorry, sir. Normally you are down for the daily report."

"And you were impatient?" Ganondorf's grip tightened and Link was forced onto his cock until the large head ground against the back of his throat.

Link's body shuddered as he gagged violently, his chest heaving as his knees slipped further apart. He knew that the moblin was staring at his exposed asshole and humiliatingly hard cock.

"Yes... I assumed the castle repairs were important and we need to work on the throne room today."

Ganondorf kept Link in place.

Link strained at his bounds as he was forced to breath through his noise. It sounded loud and whistling as he fought the chocking sensation. He tried to pull his knees apart but it only lasted a few seconds before they slipped apart again.

Somehow, knowing that the moblin was staring at him only made the humiliation and excitement worse. Every twitch of his body, every movement was being seen. It was one thing for the intimate submission but with an audience, it was far far worse.

"Yes... sir...."

"How long?"

No answer.

"How long!" snapped Ganondorf. The pressure on the back of Link's head grew stronger and the cock head began to force itself into his throat. Link's orifice resisted but the pain was starting to make it difficult to do anything but flail.

"Sorry! Three days."

Ganondorf's hand relaxed slightly. Then, he chuckled. "You seem to be having trouble focusing. You never did with the pussy around."

Karasa cleared his throat. "May I be frank, sir?"

"Yes."

"The princess was a beautiful woman and no creature with balls would resist her. Those nights you gave her were beyond compare. But this guy? It's personal."

"I bet you'd like to do something to him."

A low growl. "Oh, yes. Given a chance, I'd hang him up by his balls and beat him bloody."

Link tensed. His eyes focused on Ganondorf. The Gerudo wasn't looking down at all. Instead, he had a smirk on his face as he looked at the moblin behind him.

"I'd like to break every bone on his body, rip off his limbs, and then fuck his skull."

Ganondorf chuckled. His hand gripped Link tightly but didn't pull or push. Inside Link's mouth, his cock suddenly got harder and hotter as the flood of precum doubled. "Well, this is my cunt now and I would take it as an insult if someone was going to harm my trophy."

Link sobbed as he gulped frantically. The cock head was still against the back of his throat and he gagged as much as swallowed.

Karasa grumbled. "I'm aware of that. None of us are stupid to damage your... trophy without your permission."

"But, I'm not opposed to lending him out for a bit less violent activities."

Link jerked back.

Ganondorf slammed him back down on his cock. The cock head swelled immensely as it jammed against the back of his throat.

Struggling, Link's legs flailed as he tried to escape. His wrists ached as he tried to break them free. His knees slipped back and forth as he thought about being raped by moblins and the other creatures.

"Lend?" Karasa sounded interested.

"You said three days to finish?" Ganondorf chuckled. "I'll tell you what. You have to return him to me in three days."

Link froze, his blood turning to ice. At the same time, his cock grew even harder and he heard it dripping on the tiles between his leads.

"You offering us inspiration?"

Ganondorf smirked. "Completion bonus. You get to borrow him as soon as you are done and not a moment before."

Link whimpered, his body trembling.

Karasa cleared his throat. "We finish in a day?"

"You get this cunt for two days. You finish in an hour? Three days. You take three days, then hours or even seconds before you have to return him."

The cock in his mouth was growing hotter. He could feel it starting to tremble. Ganondorf was about to cum.

Link gulped and sobbed, tears running down his cheeks.

"If we can't hurt him, what can we do?"

Ganondorf finally looked down with a cruel smile. "This sissy is having trouble deep-throating. It's just too tight for my cock. I'm guessing you could do something about getting him balls deep with enough inspiration."

"And his ass?" There was no mistaking the lust in Karasa's voice.

"It's a bit tight for me. Think your boys could loosen him up? Teach him the proper way of being a sissy? I'll give a bonus if he can take my entire shaft to the base on the first try."

Link tried to shake his head. His body burned with humiliation and despair.

Ganondorf smiled down at him. "We have a deal, Karasa?"

"Yes, sir." The moblin sounded more than encouraged.

"Good. Now get out of here." Ganondorf's cock surged with heat. "I need to finish fucking this cunt's face."

The moblin left without another word.

Ganondorf grabbed Link's head with both hands. He let out a grunt as he pulled his cock out and then slammed it home. There as no power besides his stroke, only the force of his will as he pumped his shaft into Link's face with little regard for his trophy's comfort.

Link let out a moan as the thick head smacked against the back of his throat and then jammed against his teeth. It thrust fast and hard, bruising his lips and his throat with every stroke as Ganondorf used him for his own pleasure.

To Link's humiliation, his cock grew even hotter. Then, with a little surge of lust, he began to spray his seed across the tiles.

Ganondorf groaned with pleasure. "They are going to fuck your ass and mouth so hard."

Precum was pouring down Link's throat. The thrusts left it smeared across his tongue and cheeks. More of it dribbled down his face and throat.

"I can't wait to see you stuff with moblin cock from both ends, a spit roasted cunt for my pleasure." He groaned as his thrusts increased in speed. Each time, the head punched against the back of Link's throat, the pain lessened but the pleasure increased. He groaned and continued to ram home.

Then, there was cum. It sprayed hard against Link's throat and insides. Hot jets of it seared against the back of his throat before draining down into his stomach. It felt like there were gallons of it as it leaked out from the corners of Link's bruised mouth and more of it was coursing down to filly his belly with gurgling heat.

"Fuck!" bellowed Ganondorf as he jammed his cock hard against Link's throat and let loose with a few more pumps.

He released Link and slumped back, catching himself with one hand to recline back. "You have promise, sissy. A lot of promise and I'm looking forward to seeing you properly broken in."

Link panted with his mouth still impaled. The cock head was getting softer and he knew it would slip out in a few minutes.

"Clean me off and then take a bath. We're going out."

Link looked with a silent question.

Ganondorf smirked. "I have a new trophy and I'm thinking it's time to parade it across town and remind everyone who the real winner of that fight."

He leaned forward, looming over Link. The triangle on his hand glowed brightly as he grabbed Link's bonds. There was a snap sound and suddenly Link was free.

Ganondorf sat back up. His softening cock slipped from Link's mouth and thudded against the bed. "I'm freeing you because you know what happens if you run away?"

Link shook his head.

"I'm going to kill every man, woman, and child in town. Then I'm going to find your village and do the same to everyone I find." His voice was low and threatening. Link could feel the menace and had no doubt that Ganondorf would do exactly what he promised.

Link cringed.

"As long as you are my cunt, no one gets hurt. Do you understand?"

With tears in his eyes, Link nodded.

"Now, clean me off and then get scrubbed down yourself. It's time to show you off."

Cheeks burning with renewed humiliation, Link reached up with his hands to cradle Ganondorf's cock and balls. He opened his mouth and began to suck at the end to get the last droplet of cum that still clung to the tip.

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Watched over by his abuser, Link finished drying off his body with one of the many fluffy towels that were stacked high on a table near the tub. It felt good to be clean, but he was bothered that the only soap he could find was perfumed and delicate. As a result, his entire body was soft and slick-feeling.

He glanced over at Ganondorf. After being cleaned by Link's mouth, the dark-skinned man had finished dressing and sat on a chair with one leg crossed. He had a dark leather outfit trimmed in gold. It set off his skin and creaked with the shift of the powerful muscles underneath.

Link wasn't sure what the Gerudo had in mind, but the smile made him nervous. He finished drying off and tried not to think about how small he was compared to Ganondorf. His fingers briefly touched his hairless sack and the small, half-hard cock that stuck out from his slender body.

"Don't need to play with that."

Link blushed hotly and looked up.

Ganondorf was watching him with a cruel smirk on his face. He leaned against his fist as the watched. Still smiling, he shook his head. "You have the body of a little boy."

Link flinched.

"You have such a tight little ass, tiny little dick, and a hairless body." He let out an appreciative sound. "Completely fuckable."

Link glanced around the room. He lowered the towel down to cover his groin.

"Though, you sure aren't a little boy, are you? No kid has those muscles or that hard body of yours. No little boy has the grace of a killer like you."

He dropped his large hand to his crotch. "No, you are all man where it counts. A sissy little warrior with talent not only on the field but also with his lips wrapped around my cock."

Embarrassed, Link didn't know what to do.

Ganondorf gestured to the tiles outside of the tub. "Come on. We have a busy day ahead of us. Stand in front of me."

Link crawled out of the tub and stood there. He hated the feeling of vulnerability standing in front of Ganondorf; he had no armor or weapon to defend himself.

"Top or bottom?"

Link's head snapped up.

Ganondorf chuckled and held out his hand, rocking it back and forth. "You are either going to wear something on the top or something on the bottom, but you haven't earned a full outfit yet."

Link frowned.

"Or you could go into town naked."

Hating either choice, Link hesitated before he tapped his hip. A faint tremor coursed through his frame as he saw the smile on the dark-skinned made grow wider.

Ganondorf reached down and picked up a pile of neatly folded fabric. Link could see something golden among the purple material. Tossing it over, he said, "Put it on."

Link caught it easily. It was distressingly light.

"Go on."

Knowing that there was nothing good about his choice, he unfurled the fabric. When he saw that most of it was translucent, he almost let out a groan of despair. It was nothing more than a golden belt and two lengths of material that would do nothing to hide his groin or ass from anyone looking.

He looked up with a pleading look.

Ganondorf shrugged. "I'm fine with you parading around town naked too."

Link cringed at the thought. He quickly unbuckled the belt and wrapped it around his narrow waist. It was firm against his skin but he managed to latch in place. It took a moment to get it flat against his skin and it hung right on his hip bones.

Ganondorf lazily stood up and walked over.

Link froze, his heart beating faster as he looked up.

Squatting down, Ganondorf reached for the fabric. When Link started to flinch, he let out a little growl and stopped him. Large fingers grabbed the belt as he twisted it around, shifting it until the distressingly soft fabric was centered squarely on his cock and the other strip hung off his curved ass.

"When I was young," Ganondorf said in a low voice, "everyone around me was a woman. I was the only male child in a hundred years. No one really knew how to handle that, so I quickly got bored seeing all those naked breasts and outfits like this."

His knuckles brushed against Link's cock as he tugged on the fabric. "Of course, I was young and couldn't appreciate it. But now, I find myself finding this to be very enjoyable."

Ganondorf glanced up into Link's eyes. He smiled. "Seeing how uncomfortable you are makes it even better."

Link blushed even hotter.

Ganondorf stood up and rubbed his crotch before heading toward the door. "Come on, Cunt."

Hesitating for only a second, Link followed after on his bare feet. Every step he made, he could feel the fabric tickling his inner thighs or sliding along his buttocks. The material was soft and delicate, slipping along his touch with only a hint of friction.

It was worse against his shaft. There was no position he could walk that didn't have the whisper-light caresses against his cock and balls. It felt good, horribly pleasurable, and his body responded with a thickening of his shaft and a ridge tenting the translucent material.

By the time Link got down the stairs, he was desperately trying to keep one hand shielding his groin.

Ganondorf strode across the entry hall. "Hands down," he ordered.

Link had to force his hands down. He wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he tried to let them hang but that didn't feel right. Eventually, he decided to cross them behind his back and clasp one wrist with his other hand.

Everywhere there was sign of construction. Moblins and bokoblins were repairing the damage from the fight the night before. Link could still see where Ganondorf had destroyed a wall when he was in his boar form. There were slashes and slices from where their swords attacked or when a mind-controlled Zelda had burned him with her magic.

For all the din of repairs, Link walked in a pool of silence. The creatures would stop to glare at him, snarling and hissing as he passed.

Almost naked, he wished he had a sword to defend himself but there was nothing. Only the fear of Ganondorf held them from attacking.

"You see that ass?" bellowed Karasa as the moblin entered the hall.

There was a round of growls and snarls.

Link's stomach sank with dread.

"The faster you finish these repairs, the sooner you're going to be raping that asshole all night long."

The creatures stared in shock, first at Karasa, then Link, and finally to Ganondorf.

The Gerudo stopped at the great door of the palace, turned so everyone could see his profile, and then nodded once.

The air grew electric.

Karasa chuckled and pointed at Link. "Work hard, do it right, and that's your reward. That night little ass that needs some bokoblin cock. A mouth that needs to be stretched around some moblin dick. You want it? You want to see him drowning in cum?"

A roar rose up. "Fuck yes!"

"Then get to work, you horny bastards!"

Ganondorf smiled broadly and continued out of the great hall.

Cheeks burning and his buttocks tensing in fear, Link quickly followed after him.

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The South Road was one of the busiest places in Hyrule Castle Town. Hundreds of people wandered around, going from store to shop while others hawked their wares at stalls.

Link felt sick as he trailed behind Ganondorf as the dark-skinned warrior strode down the middle of the street. On either side, members of the city with a variety of expressions but there were only two emotions that Link saw the most: fear for Ganondorf and surprise at Link.

The translucent material around his thighs fluttered with every step and somehow he felt even more naked wearing it than if he had came out naked. A hundred eyes were boring into his body: judging, pity, and dread. He peeked through his blond hair at folks as they passed and hated how their eyes were locked on his body.

Ganondorf's rapid steps made it hard to keep the fabric from fluttering against his cock. No matter how humiliated he was, no matter how many eyes were staring at his nearly bare buttocks, he couldn't get his half-hard cock to subside. It stuck out from the fabric, a little tent that revealed that even in humiliation, Link was finding some pleasure in his submission.

He fought the urge to cry. It burned in his eyes and tickled in the back of his throat. He thought about running away, just turning and sprinting away but he couldn't. He had no doubt that Ganondorf would slaughter the town; he could see the same fear in the eyes of the people as they passed. Ganondorf didn't rule with kindness and wisdom like Zelda, he ruled with terror.

Ganondorf slowed down.

Link forced his hand down before the red-haired man looked at him.

Leather armor creaking, Ganondorf stopped and turned around to look at Link. His eyes were intense, stripping Link bare with a gaze. There was lust and desire in his look.

Link gulped, half afraid he was going to be raped right in public.

Ganondorf gestured to the side. "Let's go in here."

Link looked. When he saw a weapon shop, he did a double take. Ganondorf was going to bring him into a place that sold swords?

Without waiting for an answer, Ganondorf strode inside.

The shopkeeper looked up. "Good morning, how may..." The voice trailed as a look of terror crossed his face. "My lord," he finally said. He carefully pulled his hand away from the daggers lined up on the counter.

Ganondorf looked around. "Someone tried to kill me yesterday." His voice was booming in the close quarters of the store.

The shopkeeper's eyes flickered to Link.

Link cringed and looked down.

Ganondorf brusquely gestured to Link. "This sissy lost everything in the fight."

Cheeks burning, Link looked away.

"I'm thinking he needs a new sword. Something commiserate of his skill."

Surprised, Link stared at Ganondorf in shock.

The shopkeeper gulped loudly. "O-Of course. I have an excellent collection of high-quality weapons."

He got out from his counter and headed to a stand with a wide variety of steel swords. The sharp edges shimmered in the light. Most of the were too long for Link but the short swords near one end were weapons he could use.

Link looked at Ganondorf.

The Gerudo smiled and gestured for Link to follow after him.

Confused and wary, Link did. The fabric fluttered around his thigh as he moved carefully. His shoulder brushed against Ganondorf as he walked up to the stand.

The shopkeeper wiped sweat from his brow. "You are short, maybe one of these blades would do?" He pointed to a steel short sword with a ruby in the pommel.

Link started to nod but then froze as a thick hand pressed against his buttocks. One finger rested on the crack of his ass.

The shopkeeper paled.

Ganondorf stepped closer, rubbing his finger up and down Link's cleft. The tip of his finger pressed through the fabric to part Link's buttocks and rub directly against the abused opening nestled within. "Is there something wrong?"

Link's cock surged to full staff, tenting the fabric. He let out a gasp as he tried to concentrate.

The shopkeeper shook his head. He reached down with shaking hands to pick up a sword. "N-No! Sorry, my lord. I was just going to suggest this one."

Ganondorf ground his finger into the tight hole. The fabric rasped against the tortured ring as it inched further in. Then he relaxed.

Link let out a soft gasp of relief.

It wouldn't last.

Ganondorf pulled aside the translucent material and then shoved his finger back against Link's sphincter. He forced it deep, the rough finger scraping as it slid into the tight ring. He managed to force a knuckle deep before he pulled it out again.

Link's cock jumped as he was penetrated, the tiny length causing the material the flutter.

Ganondorf pumped into him, forcing his finger deeper into the tight, strained opening with every stroke. The sheer strength was impossible to avoid as he felt the knuckles rubbing against his insides and the digit plunging deeper.

A humiliated gasp ripped out of Link's throat.

Ganondorf leaned over. He rested one hand against Lin's shoulder and clamped down. "Go on," he said in a low voice as he continued to pump his finger into the tight opening. "Take it. Wrap your fingers around it."

Link's body jerked with every stroke as he reached out for the hilt of the weapon. He whimpered softly as he wrapped his hand around it and held it tight. It was a thick hilt, wider than he could comfortably fight with.

"How does that work, my lord?"

Ganondorf leaned against Link. "No, too big."

The storekeeper paled even further.

Ganondorf reached forward and yanked the fabric away from Link's erection.

Link's cock jumped at the sudden exposure.

Roughly, Ganondorf cupped his balls with one finger. Behind Link, he pressed a second finger against the tight ring of Link's sphincter before driving it deep.

Overwhelmed, Link thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock forward.

"Look at this pathetic cock."

The shopkeeper flinched in fear.

Link closed his eyes.

"Look how tiny it is." He rammed two fingers deep into Link's asshole. He pulled back and drove it deep again.

"It's small." Another thrust rammed the two fingers past the second knuckle.

The pressure and scraping was agonizing but also brought an intense wave of pleasure. A clear droplet of fluid gathered at the tip.

Ganondorf pumped again as he spoke. "Tiny. You are offering a sword for a sissy who can't handle anything that big."

Distinctly uncomfortable, the shopkeeper nodded.

Link's hips thrust forward as more precum oozed out of the tip. It dribbled down to form a long streamer that swung back and forth. His entire body jerked as Ganondorf pounded his fingers into Link's asshole.

"I need a small weapon. Something for a child, a toy. This fucking cunt can't handle anything like that."

Link's hips thrust forward with every stroke. All three of them were staring down at his cock as droplets of precum splattered on the ground.

"I-I... I have some training blades over here... my lord?"

"Yes, let's look at those." Ganondorf's thrusting never slowed. His hand on Link's shoulder kept the slender man pinned as his other fingers thrust with brutal strength, forcing the tight opening to relax and take longer, more powerful strokes.

Walking across the store on Ganondorf's thrusting fingers was one of the hardest things Link had ever done. His body swayed as he fought the urge to sob and cry. His cock grew hotter as he felt an orgasm rushing up; he hated that he got even a hint of pleasure of being humiliated in public.

The shopkeeper showed him practice blades: wooden weapons. Link looked at them. When he spotted one that looked exactly like his training sword in the village, he let out an involuntary gasp.

Ganondorf stopped, only for a moment. He whispered into Link's ear. "You saw one you like, pussy?"

His body still jerking from the violent thrusting, Link managed to nod.

"Well, then take it."

Link had to bend over to pick the sword from the stand. He cringed, afraid of what was going to happen when he gave Ganondorf more access to his vulnerable opening.

Just as Link picked up the sword, Ganondorf added a third finger. There was only hint of pressure against the tight ring of Link's sphincter before the thrust tore into him.

Link jumped as he was impaled on three thick fingers. The thick ridges of the warrior felt like sandpaper as they drove into his opening. His vision blurred as he gasped. Unwittingly, he grabbed at the stand for balance but missed. His hand knocked over swords as he flailed for balance.

Ganondorf chuckled. His hand held Link steady as he continued to pump three fingers in and out of the tight opening. With every stroke, the opening relented and the pump reached deeper into Link's tortured open.

"Pick it up," he ordered.

Link whimpered as he resisted. His entire body was already shaking violently from the three fingers already pounding into his asshole.

Ganondorf let out a low growl. He stepped to the side and suddenly started to thrust hard and powerful, his hand flashing as the Triforce of Power activated.

Link let out a cry as the Gerudo punched his fingers into his asshole, slamming into him hard enough that he was picked off the ground on the fingers that were violating him.

Ganondorf added a fourth fingers.

Link's mouth opened silently as the pain redouble. His cock jerked violently then started to spray cum across the ground and scattered swords. The pleasure and pain mixed together, adding to the orgasm as he was fucked like a rag doll.

"Pick it up, Cunt!"

Crying, Link reached down for the sword. He flailed with his other hand, trying to find some balance as he was banged violently. With a desperate stretch, he managed to wrap his hand around the cum-splattered wooden sword.

It was his old weapon from the village. He could see the nicks and bumps from when he attacked the practice dummies. He wondered how it got to the sword store.

But Link didn't have time to wonder when Ganondorf hauled him up and pulled him back. The fourth thick fingers drove deep into his asshole and remained there.

"Show me," ordered the Gerudo.

Link held up the sword. He could easily hold the dull weapon in his grip.

"Looks like it was made for you. Dull, blunt, and utterly useless." Ganondorf wiggled his fingers inside Link.

Squirming at the sensations, Link hated that the pain was fading to leave behind only an intense pleasure that was causing his dripping cock to grow harder again. His shaft bobbed as globs of his cum rolled down his shaft and dripped off his balls.

Ganondorf nodded and then pulled his fingers out of Link's tortured asshole. He shook his hand once and then gestured toward the front.

His cock still dripping, Link carried the sword to the front counter. He set it down.

"I-Is that all?" asked the shopkeeper with a blush on his cheeks and discomfort painted on his face.

Unsure if he should answer, Link said nothing. When the silence grew and Ganondorf didn't answer, he finally venture a nod.

"Very good, how---"

Then he heard the rustle of leather behind him. Ganondorf let out grunt.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened as a blush brighter.

"Hands on the counter," came the order.

Link looked at the shopkeeper apologetically. Then, when he felt the thick, rounded end of Ganondorf's cock press against his stretched sphincter, the expression turned into one of dread.

Ganondorf grabbed Link's shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other. He leaned forward, forcing the thick head into the tight opening. It was slick and hot, sliding into the tortured hole with only the faintest of resistances.

Link's cock grew painfully hard as Ganondorf thrust forward and sank his entire cock deep into his body. After being raped so many times in the last day, Link was surprised how easily it slid in until the large balls were pressed against his buttocks.

He felt stuffed at the same time as he felt like he was nothing more than a hole to fuck for the Gerudo.

Ganondorf pulled his shaft out. The thick ridges rubbed against the sensitive opening, sending little flashes of pleasure coursing through Link's body. The swollen head seemed to only press against places of pleasure as the cock was once again seated deep into Link's ass.

With a moan, Link's eyes rolled back as the cock plunge deep into his guts until the large balls were pressed against his buttocks. A wave of pleasure rolled over him, filling him with a horrifying sense of enjoyment as his stomach swelled with the girth of the thick cock stuffed inside him.

He moaned with the need and desire. The humiliation of having the shopkeeper only a few feet away only added to the pleasure as Ganondorf began to fuck his ass with deep strokes.

Link hated and loved how good it felt to have the long cock filling him completely. He leaned into the counter, gripping the edge tightly, as he pushed his ass back to meet each stroke.

Ganondorf's grip loosened but remained clamped to his body. He thrust harder, driving deep into Link's body until Link was forced to rise up on his toes. "Come for me," he groaned.

Link whimpered and nodded. He didn't want to but he knew it was only a matter of time of having the thick head of the cock plumping his depths before the pleasure was too much. His breath came out in gasps and moans as the ecstasy rose inside him.

Ganondorf pounded hard and relentlessly, each thrust driving his cock deep into Link's guts until the slender man's belly swelled. Each stroke lifted him higher, impaling Link on the thick shaft.

Then, Ganondorf was coming. Hot jets of cum sprayed deep into Link's asshole. It flooded him instantly and then came spurting out between the strokes.

Link dropped his head against the counter as he came himself. His cock sprayed against the inside of his outfit, soaking the translucent material instantly.

The two continued to thrust until Ganondorf slowed down. Then, with a groan, the Gerudo pulled his cock out from Link's tight opening.

Cum poured out, coating the insides of Link's thighs before splashing on the ground.

Link shuddered in his afterglow. He opened his eyes to look at the storekeeper, but he could barely focus on the uncomfortable expression as he lost himself in the pleasure of hot liquids pouring out of his stretched asshole.

He slumped against the counter and looked over his shoulder.

Ganondorf stepped back to shove his glistening shaft back into his pants. He wiped his wet fingers on his thigh before nodding toward the door. "Come on," he ordered. "Bring the sword."

Link nodded. He forced himself to stand and looked down.

The front of his outfit was soaked with cum. There was no question there was more of it along his backside, nor could he hide the the thick globs of cum that were still dribbling out of his stretched-open sphincter.

He looked like a well-used whore.

The humiliation came back, burning hotly on his cheeks. Cringing, he looked at the sword on the counter.

"T-Take it," whispered the shopkeeper as he dropped a sheath next to it. "Please, just take it and go."

Link started to reach for his wallet to pay for it but then stopped. He was wearing nothing more than a cum-stained strip of fabric.

"Just go," pleaded the shopkeeper.

Link gave a gesture of his thanks and took the sword. As he walked after Ganondorf, he could feel his thighs sliding against each other as every step left a cum-stained footprint on the ground.

Focused on his ruined outfit, he almost ran into Ganondorf who stood in the entrance of the store. He managed to stop, inches away from the powerful buttocks.

Ganondorf was looking up, sniffing. "I know that smell," he said.

Link looked around but didn't see anyone at first. Then he spotted a slender-looking man wearing blue and white disappearing into an alley.

Ganondorf shrugged and then stepped forward. "Come on, cunt. I know the perfect place you can clean off my cock. There is a little place called Telma's Bar that would be perfect."

Link froze. He knew the bar. More importantly, the customers knew him. He let out a soft whimper as the humiliation rose up, choking him.

As Ganondorf strode forward, Link looked down at the sword in his hand and then at the back of the man who had defeated him. Then, to his surprise, he ducked his head and followed after like a submissive whore in a cum-stained outfit.

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Link had entered Telma's Bar many times over the last few months. Almost every time, there was nothing but a joy in spending a few hours relaxing and enjoyment of life before finding another quest to take him to the furthest reaches of Hyrule. Each time he let the door closed behind him, he knew he would be back to cheers and celebrations.

However, as he approached the bar entrance behind Ganondorf, Link felt none of the familiar joy or anticipation. His chest ached and his back hurt. It felt as if every muscle in his body had tensed up and the tension only ratcheted tighter with every step. Not even the anticipation of taking in the smells of wood and spirits could relieve his discomfort.

He glanced down at the sword in his hand. The wooden practice blade was the same one he had started with. It felt like it had been years since those first day. Now, the nicked and scratched weapon was the only form of combat he had left. He tightened his grip and regarded the dark-skinned man walking ahead of him.

It would be so easy to take the first blow. Link could picture where to swing and where to strike to get past Ganondorf's leather armor. There was a weak spot right near his armpit. It would slow his opponent drastically.

Slow, but not kill.

Of course, Ganondorf would survive the blow. There was no chance a single strike would end the Gerudo. Just as Link could imagine how to strike, he also knew how Ganondorf would backhand him to give the larger warrior a chance to pull his own weapon. The cramped quarters of the alley leading to Telma's Bar would favor Link in the fight, but the nearly naked warrior with a wooden sword couldn't last long.

He sighed and relaxed his grip.

"Changed your mind?"

Link jumped at Ganondorf's voice.

The Gerudo stopped and turned to him. There was a serious look on his face as he casually rested his hand on his hip. His knuckles brushed against the hilt of his weapon, but he wasn't making an effort to grab it.

The threat was clear as if Ganondorf had yelled it. Or draw his weapon and attack himself.

Link held the sword away from him, point carefully aimed toward the wall. If he had a sheath to put it in, he would have. He looked helplessly as Ganondorf and nodded toward it.

Ganondorf shook his head. "I'm not threatened by you, sissy. Even with that twig in your hand, there is no chance you're going to survive a fight with me. If you are lucky, you'd get in a blow or two, but you need that fancy sword of your to even have a chance."

Link flushed. The Master Sword was still in the field where he had lost. It had taken him so many adventures to earn it, all to lose it in a single fight. For all he knew, someone had stolen it.

"Remember, you are just a pathetic little dick that I like to fuck." He spoke with low, confident voice. There was no question that he knew he was the most powerful warriors in the city, if not Hyrule.

Link cringed and then nodded. He twisted his hips slightly. As he did, he was careful to keep the weapon away from his hips.

Ganondorf shrugged and glanced down. Then his eyes came back to stare at Link. His eyes were uncomfortably probing. He turned to fully face Link and stepped forward. With his one hand, he reached out and caught the smaller warrior's chin. "You are my fucking slut. It doesn't matter if you have a sword in your hand or you're on your knees, you are mine now." He flicked the iron collar around Link's neck.

Link trembled with fear and humiliation. He hated how casually Ganondorf had claimed him. Even worse, he hated how his body grew warm with anticipation of being fucked. His buttocks tightened, the skin was still slick from where Ganondorf had fucked his ass earlier.

Ganondorf chuckled. "I can see it your eyes. You like being my little fuck toy, don't you? I'm not even sure what that Triforce on your shoulders is good enough, you jump on my cock fast enough."

Link desperately wished it wasn't true. His cheeks burned as he tried to look away.

The Triforce of Power flickered and Ganondorf's grip tightened. He prevented Link from turning away. "Answer me," he said in a low, threatening voice.

Link resisted for only a moment but when Ganondorf tightened his grip, he nodded.

"That's what I thought," said the Gerudo with a smile. "Fortunately for you, I also like you being a slut. Fucking your tight little holes has been the best trophy for a battle I've ever had. In fact, I'm going to take you into this bar and I'm going to fuck one of those holes right in front of everyone."

Link inhaled sharply.

"Now, I know the people here helped you---"

A whimper escaped Link's throat.

"--- and I'm planning on demonstrating to everyone in there that they don't help upstart little sissies." His eyes narrowed. "Now, there are only two ways this is going to end: you are going to show them exactly what happens when little fuck holes like you lose..."

Link's body grew tight as his cock tented the soaked translucent fabric draped over it. He tightened his asshole but the cum still oozed out.

"... or I'm going to slaughter every living person in that bar." The Triforce flickered.

Link froze. He didn't know if his own Triforce was responding, it was on his back and he never really felt it activate like Ganondorf's.

The Gerudo relaxed his grip. His probing eyes continued to bore into Link for a long moment before he finally pulled his hand away. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice. You have been a good fuck lately. You get to pick the hole."

Link looked at him helplessly.

Ganondorf chuckled and shook his head. "No, keep silent. I'm going to have you choose right in front of everyone. When I sit down, you are going to open me up. Just pull that black shaft out where everyone can see it."

Link's eyes opened wide. He whimpered softly as he pictured Ganondorf's hard cock in his hands. It was always so large and hot. It also felt so good as it was driving deep into his body.

"Then..." Ganondorf's voice grew softer and more cruelly amused. "... you are going to either sit that tight little ass on it or you are going to get on your knees and suck it."

Achingly hard, Link's cock jumped at the thoughts that drifted through his head. The thin fabric did nothing to shield anyone from seeing his own manhood, but it was damp from the earlier fuck and his own pre-cum.

Ganondorf stepped back, turned around, and headed straight for the bar entrance.

Staring at his back, Link reached down and tried to push down his hardness. It was painfully hard and tugging on the fabric. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft for a moment and levered it down but it popped back up.

With a frustrated sigh, he let it go. His cock bounced back up, sticking out from the translucent material. The tip was soaked and sticky. He thought about trying again, but knew it wouldn't work.

Link shook his head. Making sure he had a good grip on his sword, he thought about fights and adventures while he walked after the dark-skinned man.

When he entered the bar, he felt everyone staring at him. They were taking in his slender body, seeing how he was nearly naked except for a chipped wooden sword in his hand, a golden belt with nothing more than a few shreds of fabric hanging from it, and an iron collar around his neck. He was vulnerable and exposed.

Their stares of shock were almost painful. He peeked up to see Telma behind the bar. The red-haired woman stared at him with her mouth open. The glass in her hand was in danger of slipping off as she stood there.

The others in the bar were also staring at him. Most of the expressions he saw was shock and surprised but there were also a few of pity and disgust.

Link cringed and looked down at the ground. His cheeks burned brightly and he trembled from the humiliation. He stared at his toes.

"Move it," ordered Ganondorf.

Forcing himself to lift his head, Link stepped further into the bar. With his entire body shaking with shame, he walked toward Ganondorf.

Movement near the rafters caught his attention. He glanced up to see someone kneeling on one of the beams. It looked like a slender man and there was a bit of bright blue cloth dangling in the light from the man's outfit.

The stranger's head turned toward Link. For a moment, their eyes matched. Then he stepped behind one of the vertical beams and his body disappeared.

In the center of the room, Ganondorf suddenly sniffed loudly.

Link tore his eyes away from the ceiling to look at the Gerudo.

Ganondorf was looking around with a frown on his face. Unlike before, his fingers were wrapped around the hilt of his weapon and the Triforce was glowing again. He sniffed again and then again.

Finally, the taller man relaxed and the light flickered out of his Triforce. He reached out and grabbed a chair. It scraped across the ground as he dragged it into the center of the bar. "Now, as you may have heard that I was attacked last night."

The fear and tension in the room grew rapidly. Link could feel it as a pressure against his skin and see it on their faces as attention was drawn back to Ganondorf. Some of the patrons looked away or at their drinks. Others inched toward the back door.

The Gerudo ruled by fear and terror, there was no doubt about that. No one wanted him to be there and if Link had succeeded, there would have been endless celebrations. Now, with Link defeated, he could almost see the hope drain away leaving dread.

Ganondorf stood up straight and flexed his muscles. "I was victorious."

No one said anything.

"But you should have all known that."

Telma set down her glass and clutched the counter. She looked sad and old for a moment.

"While I know none of you have any love lost for me or my authority, I will make a point. Helping my enemies is the same as attacking me." Ganondorf's voice grew low and violence. The Triforce on the back of his hand glowed brightly. "I will not tolerate that! From anyone!"

He brought his hand down on a nearby table. The wood shattered instantly. The concussion wave slammed into Link, blowing back his blond hair as he felt the rage beat against his skin.

Ganondorf pointed at the room, going in a wide circle. "Any of you. Any single one of you who even thinks about fighting my rule will quickly find themselves in more trouble than you can ever understand. I'm not just going to kill you. I'm not going stop at ripping off your arms and legs. I'm going to break you. Shatter your mind to show your true purpose in life."

He sat down heavily on the chair. Spreading his legs widely apart, he settled back. Even from Link's vantage point, he could see the massive bulge in his crotch. He was hard, no doubt dripping. The memory of what it would smell like, the musky scent of a man, brought a unwelcomed surge of heat.

Ganondorf snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground between his thighs.

Link looked up with humiliation.

Telma stood behind the bar, her eyes glittered as she looked at him with despair.

Ganondorf snapped his fingers again. "You know what I said," he muttered.

Hating the hard cock jutting from his slender body, Link shuffled further into the room. He could feel the attention drawing to him. They were seeing his hairless body and his naked chest. There was no hiding his hardness as he came around the muscular thigh and lowered himself to his knees.

Link had one last look at Telma who had covered her and with her mouth and was shaking her hand, then everything was obscured by Ganondorf's legs.

Gulping, he reached up and worked the victor's trousers open. The leather was difficult to move and his hands kept slipping. Underneath, he could smell the thick cock that was just dripping to be rammed into the back of his throat.

His body trembled as he fished it out. His hand looked so tiny as he pumped it slowly. Fully hard, it towered over his head like a spear. Pre-cum glistened along the top and it was damp with sweat and cum.

Link buried his face in the hairy balls and began to kiss and lick it. The warmth enveloped him as he worshiped one testicle and then the other, getting them slick with his saliva and cleaned of anything before.

Ganondorf's hand smacked against his thigh. His cock jumped, splattering the top of Link's head with fluids. "Anyone who leaves before I'm done is going to die."

The Gerudo reached out and caught Link's chin. He tilted Link's head up to peer directly into his eyes. "Deep throat me, sissy. Right here. Right now."

Link's eyes widened with fear. He looked for any hope of compassion in Gerudo's eyes but there was none. Ganondorf was proving a point to everyone else. With a sinking sensation, he lifted himself up to work his mouth up to the crown of the black cock before him. The thick shaft was hot and ridged; he could already imagine every bump as it slid deep into his body.

Link's own shaft was dripping wet with anticipation. He wanted to stroke it just to relieve the growing pressure that rapidly flooded him. He fought the urge and tried not to think about how much he wanted to cum himself.

Ganondorf let out a low moan as Link mouthed the head of his cock. His eyes flickered down and then back up to the room, as if challenging anyone to speak or flee.

Link's tears splashed his cheeks as he jammed the thick cock into his mouth. He had to stretch his jaw far apart. Despite his efforts, the edges of his molars scraped against the thick head that slid past.

He looked up in fear but Ganondorf didn't seem to notice.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Link relaxed his lips and brought more of Ganondorf's cock into his mouth. He continued to inch it into his mouth until he felt the thick crown pressing against the back of his throat.

He spread his knees for balance and brought his head up off the cock, letting the glans slid away from the place that gagged him and then let his weight push it back inside. It was only a few inches of distance, but he could feel the tremors of pleasure that filled Ganondorf.

Link pushed harder and the thick head slid further than he expected. His gag reflex triggered and his entire slender body spasmed with the sensation. Tears formed in his eyes as he bobbed up and down, ramming the head as far as it would go before he gagged too much.

Ganondorf's hand thumped against the back of Link's head. The broad palm engulfed the blond's head easily as Ganondorf's thumb and small finger crushed Link's ears against the side of his head.

Link inhaled as he tried to keep control of his thrusting but it was too late.

He didn't need to see the Triforce of Power to know it was being used as the pressure in his throat increased painfully. The cock swelled inside his mouth, straining his jaw as it inched deeper into his body. His lips molded along the thick ridges as the cock was forced inside.

Link felt a surge of heat and lust from his own submission. The pain only magnified it as the Gerudo used him for his own pleasures.

Ganondorf pulled with his hand, forcing the cock into Link's throat. There was a ripping sensation as it surged deep into Link's throat and into his chest.

The thick shaft completely cut off the slender man's breath as it drove deep into his stomach. The pressure ground against his lungs and insides. It felt like Ganondorf was only using him as nothing more than a cock sleeve.

Somehow, that brought an even hotter flush of excitement to surge through Link's body.

With a grunt, Ganondorf yanked Link completely down until Link's face was smashed into the thick patch of red hair and his lips were straining to contains the thick base of the black cock.

The hard spear that impaled him refused to bend as it drove into him. Link was forced to lift himself from his knees until his ass was jutted out behind him and his lips grinding against the base. Knowing that others were seeing his tiny cock jutting out with his excitement or even the fluids dripping from the tip only added to his pleasure as he ground against the base.

Ganondorf relaxed slightly and the pressure on the back of Link's head relented.

Link slid up, but before the thick cock dislodged itself from his throat, he jammed his face back down. The welcoming groan of pleasure inspired him and he did it again and again, fucking his face on Ganondorf's cock until his lungs burned and his body shook.

Ganondorf's fingers tapped against his head but the Gerudo didn't resort to using his powers. Every tap only encouraged Link to jam his face harder down, to swallow hard on the thick shaft that was choking him.

Link planted his hands on Ganondorf's thighs for balance.

The Gerudo's grip smacked against the back of Link's head. "Keep going," he growled.

With his chest aching from the growing need to breathe, Link clutched his fingers tight into the muscular thighs and drove himself down harder against the cock. He had held his breath longer during the Water Temple, he could survive much longer before he suffocated.

Link's cock throbbed painfully with every stroke. Every time he jammed his face into the red patch of air, he felt it thump against his belly. The scrape of damp silk against his cock rubbed with every swing. It was right on the edge of discomfort, but it also reminded him that every could see it as he fucked himself into Ganondorf's crotch.

Ganondorf let out a low moan of pleasure. "Fuck, you were made for sucking."

Flush with excitement, Link curved his hands over Ganondorf's thighs to give him a grip instead of pushing him. He used his new position to stroke harder and more forcefully, rocking his entire body into bringing Ganondorf to an orgasm.

Ganondorf's grip tightened. His thumb and fingers dug into Link's cock as he began to jam the slender man's face up and down with harder and more violent strokes.

With every stroke, the force of Ganondorf's grip increased as did the length of his pummeling. The thick crown of his cock tore  up and down Link's throat, scraping against his teeth before plunging down. The impact smashed Link's face into his pubic hair and against his abdomen.

Stars danced across Link's vision as he was used as nothing more than a hole to fuck. His throat burned with cock brutalizing it. Every twinge of discomfort and submission sent pleasure coursing through his body.

The orgasm was just as brutal as his face-fucking. It was painful how hard his cum jetting out of his shaft, splashing against the fabric and splattering loudly to the ground.

Link's knees buckled but the cock fucking him wouldn't let him fall. He gasped and managed to draw in the occasional breath between Ganondorf's long strokes. His hands dug into the muscular thighs, digging his fingers in deep for balance.

"Fuck!" roared Ganondorf. He grabbed Link with both hands to slam Link hard and fast into his cock. There was no gentleness, no kindness, no compassion. Only an animalistic need to have an orgasm in whatever hole his cock was in.

The pressure on Link's skull increased until the stars were burning across his vision. He leaned into every thrust, enjoying being used with every pulse.

The cock raping his throat swelled with an impeding orgasm. Ganondorf groaned.

Link tried to get in a deep breath, knowing that he was going to be rammed to the base for as long as it took for the Gerudo to empty his balls.

Ganondorf let out a growl as the world grew bright around Link. Then, he shoved Link hard off his cock and threw him to the ground.

Link fell back on his ass. His wrists caught himself before he hit the ground. Stunned, he looked up as Ganondorf towered over him.

With one hand pumping his cock, Ganondorf stepped forward and grabbed Link by his head. The powerful grip brought Link only inches away from the dripping end of his cock.

Link only had a moment to register before cum sprayed across his body. It was hot and searing, splashing across his face in burning ropes.

Helplessly to do anything but take it, Link moaned as he was painted. Soon it was dripping off his pointed ears, chin, and down across his bare chest. He could feel some of it oozing around his iron collar to coat his sore throat before globules oozed down to cover the rest of his body.

Ganondorf panted as the ropes slowed. He released both his cock and Link at the same time. Staggering into a straighter position, he looked the room. His Triforce was burning brightly as he turned around. "I will fucking kill you and everyone you know if I ever hear that you have gone against me! Do you understand!"

Gasping for breath himself, Link couldn't hear anyone.

"I said, do you hear me!"

Link slumped forward on his hands and knees. He looked to the side and saw that he was looking under the entrance of the bar. Telma stood with someone in blue. It was the stranger. He couldn't see the other man's face.

Then, he saw Telma hand a large golden key over to the stranger.

Link's breath caught in his throat. He had seen the key before. It was one of the dungeon keys. Judging from the tree symbol on it, it was the key into the Forest Temple; the first place Link had solved on his quest to get the Master Sword.

The blue man spun on his heels and rushed into the kitchen.

"Get up, Sissy," ordered Ganondorf.

Link pushed himself to his knees and then up to his feet. He reached up to wipe the cum from his face but Ganondorf stopped him.

"Leave it on, we're heading back to the castle."

Link looked at him in sock.

Ganondorf's eyes were burning with his emotions. "Let everyone sees what happens to bitches who fight me."

He shoved his cock back into his pants. "Get your sword and follow."

Without another word, Ganondorf turned and strode toward the door to the bar.

Link looked around in hopes of seeing the blue-outfitted stranger but there was no one. Only Telma looked at him, her face tight in the same expression she had when he had first started his adventures.

She nodded once.

Somehow, that was enough. Link nodded back. With cum soaking his face, he gathered up his practice sword and headed after the man who had defeated him.

Chapter Text

Link followed Ganondorf up the spiral staircase that lead to the Gerudo's bedroom. Every part of his body felt disgusting, from the crying cum on his face to the stickiness that dripped between his legs.

His hand ached from carrying his weapon at his side. Without having a sheath was cumbersome. It also felt surreal carrying a sharpened wooden sword while dressed like a slut.

Ahead of him, Ganondorf easily strode up the stairs. As he did, he stripped off his leather outfit and tossed them aside. The heavy thumps of the armor were followed by groans of relief.

Link glanced at the heavy leather as he passed them. He didn't have any covering of his own. More importantly, if he pulled off the golden belt, he'd only be wearing the iron collar.

For a moment, he considered waiting until Ganondorf was at his most vulnerable and then attacking, but he knew the warrior was always waiting for an attack.

The fear that Ganondorf was going to reveal that he knew what Link was thinking stopped him. He forced his thoughts away from violence and toward the freshly repaired stairs. The moblins and bokoblins had done a startling amount of effort in only two days. Nearly the entire castle had been repaired, with the smell of freshly cut wood mixing in with drying mortar. Only the main gate and the top of one tower remained.

Seeing the nearly finished castle brought a different type of dread. He could feel to moblins and bokoblins staring at him as Ganondorf and he entered the castle. They were thinking about raping him, fucking his ass and mouth for endless hours.

The idea of being handed over to the Karasa and the others sickened Link. It wasn't unlike the dread he felt coming into Telma's Bar.

For some reason, the intimate brutality that Ganondorf had been inflicted on him seemed to preferable to the vague threat of those creatures.

If he was lucky, the moblins would encounter some problem. If he wasn't, then he could only hope that Ganondorf wanted to keep Link for himself instead of letting him be raped.

His stomach twisted in discomfort. He tightened his grip on his sword to avoid dropping it but made sure he kept the point well away from any threatening gesture.

Ganondorf stopped at the door to his suite and looked back. "Thinking about tomorrow, huh?"

Link looked up, the dread rising up. Even without words, he knew that Ganondorf was going to hand him over to the moblins. Like the bar, there was no compassion, only cruelty.

He shrugged. "I did say Karasa could have you when they finished. At this rate, they should be done by noon tomorrow. You agree?"

There was no reason to resist the inevitable. Link sighed and nodded.

Ganondorf pushed the door open. "Well, better get stripped down and into the bath. As much as I think you look like a fucking cunt with all that cum on you, I'd rather not be rolling around in it tonight when you're in my bed."

Link did a double-take.

Ganondorf had said he was mercurial when it came to his moods. He would treat Link with kindness in one moment and cruel in the next. There was nothing Link could predicate that would tell him when it would change.

Link didn't have much time to respond. If he was going to be raped tomorrow, he might as well enjoy whatever comfort Ganondorf would grant him that night.

He took a deep breath and headed up the stairs.

Ganondorf smiled as he held the door open above Link's head. "That's a good fucking slut."

Link's cock hardened at the thought. He ducked his head as he came underneath Ganondorf's muscular limb and then headed into the center of the room. He wasn't sure what to do, but it felt right.

Ganondorf set his massive sword down on a table. "Put your sword here," he said before heading toward the bath. Like his armor, he stripped off his clothes and tossed them aside without a concern. By the time he reached the tub, he was naked. His jet-black skin shimmered in the air as he lifted one foot into the tub followed by the other.

Link's eyes followed the half-hard cock that swung between Ganondorf's legs. Even though he had been repeated fucked in public, he found himself craving the hardness as it tore through his body. His mouth or ass, it didn't matter, he wanted it inside him.

He couldn't really call it rape either. Despite losing to Ganondorf, there were many times that Link could have resisted. The Gerudo had given him many opportunities to run away when he turned his back. Or had given him a weapon; Link had won more than a few fights by out-surviving his enemy by attacking once and then falling back repeatedly. He could have fought for his freedom.

He glanced down at his erection. No, he loved submitting the Ganondorf. It was humiliating though. He was supposed to be the hero in the story, defeating the dark-skinned man and bringing peace to Hyrule.

"This is bothering you, isn't it?"

Link looked up at the almost tender words. He nodded.

Ganondorf leaned back, bubbles glistening on his chest. "Me too. I'm suppose to be torturing that ass of yours. Making you scream in agony as I rape your ass or choke on my dick. But you..." He frowned. "You aren't doing either. You just quietly take it and that little sissy dick of yours stands up and begs for more."

Link's hardness jumped. With his cheeks burning, he looked aside.

"Nothing to be ashamed of wanting me."

Link glanced at him and then away.

"Come into the tub."

Reaching down, Link unbuckled the golden belt and peeled it away from his body. Flecks of drying cum fluttered to the ground as he drew the translucent fabric away from his hardness. His trembled as he rolled it over twice and then set it down.

Ganondorf was smiling as Link crawled over the edge of the tub and sank into the hot water.

It felt good on Link's skin; though he had nothing more than walk around in public, he felt dirtier than going through the Earth and Water Temples combined. He let out a soft sigh and he sank to the bottom. The water lapped at the iron collar around his neck despite only coming up the Ganondorf's abdominal muscles.

He rubbed at some of the scum that clung to his body.

"No, let me."

Link froze as Ganondorf brought over a white cloth and began to wash Link. His thick fingers were steady as he started on Link's chest.

"I should have just broken your neck, you know. Finished you off like a proper opponent instead of seeing nothing more than that tight little ass and pointed ears."

Link remained still, unsure of how to respond. He lifted his arm as Ganondorf washed along his ribs and then down to his hip. When the cloth came around to envelop his groin, he leaned back and spread his legs.

Ganondorf said nothing as he tenderly cleaned Link's cock, balls, and asshole. The feeling of the soap-slicked fingers against the sensitive parts brought a new, almost welcomed, surge of hardness.

When Ganondorf's fingertips brushed against Link's abused sphincter, Link expected to be impaled with a hard stroke. Instead, the Gerudo just ran a few circles around the tortured opening before moving up to wash Link's back.

"Come on, straddle my thighs. You're so tiny, I can't reach down that far."

Breathing heavily, Link crawled up. Both of their bodies were slick with the soap. He felt obscene as he spread his legs far apart and slid back until his buttocks were resting against his victor's hips and the thick length of cock bobbed in the water just below his balls.

Ganondorf didn't grab his hips and fuck his ass. Instead, he resumed his tender washing and cleaned off Link's shoulders and chest before moving up to his face. With one hand, he cupped Link's chin and lifted his head, guiding the smaller man to lean back until their eyes were focused on each other.

With a smile, Ganondorf finished washing Link's face. "There, much cleaner. Though, it was hot to see you with cum dripping down your face."

Link blushed. Then he felt something heavy cupping his balls. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around Ganondorf's hard cock that had grown between his legs. His own manhood was tiny against the thickness. When he looked down, it looked like had a massive black cock sprouting from his hips.

Ganondorf tossed the cloth to the side and then picked up a bottle of thick liquid. "You have cum in your hair too."

To Link's surprise, the Gerudo continued to remain tender as he worked his fingers through Link's long hair. Every touch was almost like a lover's as he worked the lather in and then rinsed it off.

Link remained still, pumping the black cock that jutted between his legs and enjoyed the pleasure of being tended to. It was surreal but it didn't want for it ever end; it just felt good.

However, soon he was completely cleaned and rinsed.

Ganondorf reached down to wrap his hand around Link's and pumped his cock a few times. "Your turn, Cunt."

Link flushed as he slipped off the hard body underneath him. With the black cock towering over his head, he grabbed the wash cloth, soaped it up, and began to clean Ganondorf's thighs.

Even the tender effort of cleaning was getting him harder. He blushed as he dug his fingers into the hard muscles and scrubbed away of dirt and fucking from the man who had conquered him. What he wanted to do was feel the hard shaft inside him again, but he resisted cleaning the cock until he was done soaping up Ganondorf's chests, shoulders, and even face.

Finally, his attention focused on the cock that he craved. With a moan, he used his soapy hands to get it slick before pumping with both palms. Ganondorf was too thick to hold one-handed but the two hands with intertwined fingers created a steady pressure that Link could use to bring Ganondorf pleasure. He leaned into his strokes, pumping up and down until he heard Ganondorf breathing deeply and the cock glistened with pre-cum.

Link's own shaft was achingly hard. It moved with his strokes, the hard point thumping against Ganondorf's balls and drawing up the hard shaft until he shifted directions and moved down.

Ganondorf reached out and cupped the side of Link's face. He said nothing as Link stroked his entire length.

Link kept going until he felt Ganondorf throbbing underneath him. It felt good to know he was bringing the other man to a cusp of pleasure.

Ganondorf tapped him. "Clean the balls," he ordered.

Link nodded and moved his soapy fingers down to roll each massive testicle in his palm. He make sure to clean every wrinkle of the heavy sack. As his body slipped deeper into the hot water, he felt the urge to kiss the hard shaft against his cheek.

With a smile, he did. It was soft against his lips. Link sank further into the hot water until it was up around his neck. He cupped and cleaned the dark-skinned man's balls before moving tho the narrow bridge of flesh between Ganondorf's testicle and his asshole.

Ganondorf chuckled. Then he rolled over. As Link stared, he lifted his hips out of the water until he was on his knees and bent over the edge of the tub. Soapy water ran down his black skin as it sheeted away from the pair of firm buttocks. "Clean it," he ordered in the same tone.

Link felt a tremble of excitement as he soaped up his cloth and washed both globes of Ganondorf's hard ass. It was just as muscular as the rest of him but with the Gerudo kneeling with his legs spread, it was easy to even gingerly run the cloth against the pink sphincter he found.s

"Use your fingers."

Growing harder by the moment, Link reached up and used his thumb along the wrinkled opening. He ran his soapy fingertip along the individual folds that puckered up.

Ganondorf's cock seemed to grow harder. With his other hand, Link stroked it slowly as he rubbed his finger along the black man's asshole.

"Deeper. Use your thumb."

Link was breathing hard as he eased his finger into the tight opening. It was hard and muscular and hot. But Ganondorf moaned even louder. Soon, Link was pumping his thumb in and out of the opening as he stroked the cock in matching strokes.

The hard globes of Ganondorf's buttocks tightened into rock-like hardness and then relaxed. "Oh, that feels good."

Watching his finger pumping into the tight hole, Link was inspired by something inside. It looked and smelled clean after the bath. What would it feel like underneath his lips?

His cock almost exploded with excitement.

Slowly, Link eased his finger out from the clenching hole.

Ganondorf let out a low moan that ended in a growl.

Licking his lips, Link continued to pump the black cock as he screwed up his courage. Then he pressed his face against the tight hole and kissed it.

It was as if he electrocuted Ganondorf with a spell. His cock jumped in Link's hand and his muscles tightened. "Oh, fuck!"

Encouraged, Link kissed harder against the pucker. He opened his mouth and let his tongue snake out, to run along the clean-tasting hole. When Ganondorf's cock jumped in his grip, he lapped at the sphincter. With every stroke, he worked the tip of this tongue deeper into the tight opening.

Ganondorf moaned and spread his thighs further apart. "Just like that. Keep going. Deeper," he gasped as his hips rocked back and forth.

Link obeyed, flushed with excitement as he rimmed the tight hole until his tongue and chin ached. The cock underneath his hand felt like a burning brand as he pumped it. He wasn't sure if the dark-skinned man had cum already but just bringing him to an edge of orgasm was more than enough.

Ganondorf's balls squeezed together and then he suddenly pulled away. "Enough," he gasped.

Link pulled back, his tiny form dwarfed by Ganondorf as the other man stood up. He was panting. Gingerly, he wrapped his hand around his own cock and pumped; he almost came from just a single movement.

"Dry off and on the bed."

Ganondorf looked at him and then crawled out of the tub. He draped one towel over the edge before grabbing a second to dry himself off.

Flushed with excitement, Link obeyed. As soon as he was only damp from the tub, he crawled up on the soft mattress. His tiny ass swayed in front of Ganondorf, but it felt good to hear the moan that followed.

The only thing that diminished his excitement was the heavy collar around his neck. It felt like a weight pulling him down as he crawled up over the soft blankets until he reached the pillows.

Unsure of Ganondorf's intentions, he remained on his knees and turned around.

The other man was crawling on the bed after him. His black skin looked like coal against the bright white blankets and sheets. "On your back," he ordered.

Link slipped his legs forward until he was on his back with his head propped by by the pillows. His tiny cock stood up, dripping wet and glistening with his pre-cum.

"Didn't dry this, did you?" Ganondorf said as he ran a finger along Link's length.

Link moaned and shook his head.

"I'll punish you for that later. But first, I want a taste myself."

Eyes widening, Link didn't resist as Ganondorf grabbed both of his ankles and lifted them apart. Link slid off the pillow as his body was folded nearly in half; the position caused his hips to rise up and expose the tiny opening of his asshole and his cock.

Ganondorf grinned and then hooked Link's ankles on his shoulders before bowing his head. His hot breath washed along Link's length, sending little pulses of pleasure jumping along the rigid length.

Then, Ganondorf lowered his mouth further until his thick lips caressed against Link's balls before moving further down to his asshole. The red beard tickled his skin only moments before the thick tongue pressed against the tortured opening.

Unable to speak, Link could only grab the pillows with both hands. The slick pleasure was incredible, something he had never felt before. As Ganondorf shoved his tongue into Link's sphincter, Link's hips rose up and he let out a cry of need that filled the room.

Ganondorf smiled as he shoved his tongue deep into Link's asshole, swirling it around, and pumping it back and forth.

Link let out as shuddering breath.

The other man pulled out. "You can come that way, couldn't you?"

Flushed, Link could only nod.

"I'd rather you come on my cock. Think you can do that?"

Another nod.

Ganondorf grabbed Link's ankles as he lifted himself. His cock slid up against the outside of Link's thigh before Ganondorf pulled back and threaded it between his legs as he knelt closer to the smaller man's jutting buttocks.

Bent in half, there was no question that Ganondorf was about to fuck him. Link moaned as he watched him get into place. His cock jumped and drooled with excitement as the thick cock was dragged back until it slipped into the valley of his buttocks and pressed against the saliva-slicked opening.

"I want you to come like a little bitch," whispered Ganondorf. He positioned Link's feet against his chest; the difference in their bodies would make it impossible to keep Link's ankles on his shoulders.

"No touching that little sissy dick of yours."

Link slowly lifted his hands above his head and gripped the bars of the headboard of the bed.

"Yeah, that's a little slut."

Link pressed down, rocking his hips against the hard shaft poised to impale him.

At the same time, Ganondorf bore down on his weight. The two met and his cock slid deep into Link's stretched hole as if they were made for each other.

The warmth and hardness slammed into Link. It felt good to be filled completely, to have the thick head sliding into his guts and stretching out his insides.

"Oh fuck," gasped Ganondorf. "You are so tight."

His strokes weren't brutal or cruel. They were slow, but very deep as he bottomed out into Link's asshole. The length bulged up the tiny man's stomach and dug into his ribs, but it didn't matter. They just moaned as Ganondorf got into a rhythm of pumping long and deep into Link's willing body.

"Come for me," groaned Ganondorf. "Come on my dick."

Link nodded desperately. He was already close. Everything about his opponent somehow brought him closer to an orgasm. The way he used Linked, treated him, and talking to him. Every order made it hard not to come. He squeezed his insides around the thrusting shaft.

Ganondorf fucked harder and faster, pounding into Link's ass. His movements crushed Link more, adding to the pleasure. With one shaking hand, he slid his palm up to Link's hand and then clamped them to the rails with a powerful grip.

The heat and pressure added to the pleasure. Link whimpered and thrust into each stroke, taking more of the cock deep into his insides. His cock was aching and ready to explode, it only needed more strokes.

Ganondorf brought his other hand up to capture Link's. "Come for me!" he ordered as he rammed his cock deep. Every ridge seemed to strum along Link's tightly stretched sphincter. Every plunge into the hot depths of Link's body struck nerves that pushed the slender man closer.

Link gaped as he felt his orgasm rising up. It was driving by nothing more than the hard cock dominating his body and the piercing eyes that had caught his spirit. He was helpless and desperate. He wanted to be there so badly, to be commanded by the man who had defeated him.

The rest of the world seemed to melt apart until it was just the two of them. He felt every thrust that shoved deep into his body. Moaned with the ridges and bumps of the hard cock that impaled him. He wanted needed to feel Ganondorf's cum fill him, stretching his belly until it sprayed out from the junction of his body.

"Come for me!" bellowed Ganondorf. He moved into faster strokes that drove Link into the ground. "Make that little noise you make when you come! I want it! Now!"

The order pushed Link over the edge. He let out a guttural groan of pleasure as his cock exploded between their bodies. Jets of cum splashed out between them only to be instantly smeared across their clean bodies as Ganondorf continued to fuck with hard strokes.

Link clutched the rails tightly as he felt each surge of pleasure rip through his shaft. He clenched his body around the impaling cock as it pummeled into him. His growing pleasure was driven by the hardness that impaled his sensitive body.

Ganondorf came a few moments late, his cock swelling right before it flooded Link's insides with liquid heat. He groaned the same guttural moan as he pumped hot cum deep into Link's body.

The pressure built inside Link, swelling his belly with cum.

Ganondorf slowed but didn't stop pumping. He wiped the sweat off with his shoulder and then smiled. "You just keep going," he gasped.

Link nodded. He was trembling with pleasure. The continued strokes felt sharper but no less enjoyable.

"The princess always cried when I took her like this. Sobbed and beat against my chest. It got me hard but you... you just take it. Is that your courage? Is that the Triforce?"

The thick cock grew harder inside Link as Ganondorf began to pump faster again. Every stroke slurped and splashed as the cum already inside Link started to seep out around the black shaft.

"Is this what your power is, to keep going? To take it like a bitch?"

Link moaned as his shaft grew harder.

"I can see the fear in your eyes when I take you, but there is this..." Ganondorf slammed his shaft hard. "... acceptance... that I had never seen before." He was pounding into Link again, driving deep into the slender man's stuffed body. More cum sprayed out with every stroke.

"Every command you obey makes me want to fuck you more!"

Link nodded, tightening his grip on the bars to avoid letting them slip off. He had little option, but he tried to meet each thrust as it drove balls deep into his ass.

"All I want is to break you!"

Ganondorf let out a bellow as he rammed his cock deep and came again. The pressure flooded Link's insides, pouring out around their cock.

Link's cock was fully hard again.

Ganondorf panted and then adjusted his position. There was a flash of light from the back of his hand before he began to pump again. His cock slammed into Link's helpless body as he started to work toward a third orgasm.

Knowing that Ganondorf wasn't going to stop using him, set off Link's own orgasm. As the black cock impale his ass, he arched his back and let his own fluids add to the mess that was coating their bodies. Neither man seemed to care as rivulets of it ran over Link's chest and down his thighs. Neither cared about anything other than the endless fucking that wasn't going to stop anytime in the near future.

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Hours later, Ganondorf finally pulled out of Link's ass and slumped to the side. A river of cum poured out of the gaping sphincter, spraying across the blankets and adding the literal puddle cum and sweat that had formed. The blankets weren't merely moist or wet, they were completely soaked to the mattress. When Ganondorf slumped down, his massive form made a loud splat sound.

"Fuck," he gasped.

Link still clung to the headboard. His body trembled as he felt his swollen stomach slowly subside. More cum, hot from their fucking, rushed out and his cock remained hard from the pleasures of it escaping. He moaned and peeled his head off the covered pillow to look at the dark-skinned man who had fucked him since they have arrived.

Ganondorf looked at him and smiled. "I may finally be sated. You?"

Link wasn't sure, but he nodded anyways.

"Good." Ganondorf rolled on his back and splashed. Then he laughed. "We fucked up this bed, didn't we?"

With a groan, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His black skin glistened with sweat and cum as he moved to the edge. His bare buttocks clenched as he stood up and turn around.

Link's eyes drifted down to the man's cock. It was finally limp. Not half-hard with anticipation or standing up straight. Sated, Link would say.

"Come on. The servants will clean up this mess. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

Link finally peeled his fingers off the headboard. They ached from hours of griping as did his thighs and back. He had spent all of it bent in half, taking a cock over and over again as Ganondorf used his magic and the Triforce to keep going long after any mortal man would have given up.

Silently, he crawled over to the edge. He had to reached down to touch the floor.

"Clean, food, and then sleep. You're going to have a long night ahead of you when tomorrow comes. The moblins aren't going to let you rest much at all."

Link froze.

Ganondorf shrugged. "I promised them they could have you. I'm not going to risk their faith in me by keeping you for myself. When they finish, your ass is theirs." The tender tone had disappeared in an instant.

Link gulped and nodded.

"When you get back, though, I might do this again. I've never had anyone take my cock so long. Or so easily." He looked over Link with a hard gaze. "You are so small and yet so fuckable."

Link blushed.

Ganondorf reached over and clapped Link on the shoulder. When he lifted his hand, cum dripped from his fingers. "Okay, bath, clean, food, and then sleep." A bit of the humor and intimacy returned. "Come on, Slut, you can lick my asshole out again. I like that."

He reached over to start the water. "If you're lucky, I'll do the same."

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Link woke up with the uncomfortable dread of being almost content. He was on comfortable blankets, sprawled out among the ripples and whorls of messed-up sheets and a firm warmth cradling his cheek. The weight of the collar bore down his neck, but he only noticed it when in certain positions; other times, it wasn't any more noticeable than wearing the red tunic or other amulets. The smell of sex and sweat swirled around him, a far shot from stench of sewers or the dusty tunnels of some sand temple.

A heavy weight crossed his lower back, pinning him firmly to a pile of pillows that had been shoved underneath his hips. The position left him with his ass held up high, a position of vulnerability. Despite the pressure, the weight was nothing compared to the knowledge that it was his nemesis' leg sprawled out across him in a possessive way that keep him in place. It also drew his attention to the ache of his asshole, which had been once again brutally used well into the morning.

Ganondorf's body measured out Link's short length. He had his head rested just over Link's, with the red beard tickling the back of Link's neck. Dark skin and muscles traced along the naked man's back down to where one leg had been hooked over Link's back and the other was stretched out below.

Link opened his eyes and looked around, getting his bearings.

Ganondorf grunted and his muscles of his arm underneath Link's head flexed.

For the countless time, Link wondered why he wasn't escaping. He should be fleeing or at least lashing out. His eyes focused on a large painting of Zelda. It may have been her bedroom at one point, but there was something in her compassionate eyes and the golden hair sparkling in the sun that made Link feel that he was just another trophy for Ganondorf, proof that the Gerudo King could defeat his opponents and claim his spoils.

At least the princess escaped with Epona. True, the fight didn't work out well for Link, but he would have his own chance for freedom. He just had to wait for the opportunity. Unlike Ganondorf, he didn't have the noticeable flash of power when the Triforce of Courage---now a symbol on the small of his back and underneath the dark-skinned man's leg---activated. Instead, it was just the steady drive to never give up, no matter how hopeless it looked.

Below the picture was his wooden sword. A weak weapon and uselessness against a warrior like Ganondorf but it was a weapon. All he needed was to grab it and then run away; he could gather his strength and adventure until he could regain the Master Sword and come back to defeat Ganondorf.

Taking a deep breath, Link leaned away from Ganondorf and toward the edge of the bed. His small, slender body slipped out from underneath the leg hooked over him. He kept his movements small even as his pointed ears perked for any sign that Ganondorf was awake.

But, as he started to pull himself free, he realized he had miss one thing: a heavy cock that rested across one leg. Despite being limp, it was still longer than anything Link had seen in his adult life and far thicker than his wrist. He couldn't help but recall how good it felt as it was ramming deep into his body. His own shaft began to twitch with the memories of the night before until he forced himself to concentrate on slipping free.

He inched forward, moving with tiny shifts as he tried to slip out from underneath the leg and manhood pinning him down and the muscular arm crawling his cheek. It was an impossible maneuver, but so were a hundred different trials in the temple. He would make it, if he didn't give up.

Every second felt like an hour as he managed to pull his legs free of Ganondorf's cock first. He grew hard as he felt the crown gliding along the delicate skin of his inner thigh before it nestled into the crack of his ass. A moment later, it slid down his cleft before dropping to Link's small balls.

He flinched at the heavy weight but then let out a soft whisper of relief as the heavy manhood thudded to the blankets below.

Link took a deep breath and prepared himself to get out from underneath Ganondorf's leg. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of the dark-skinned man's body against his bare skin, the way every pulse of his body seemed to sent little flares of heat coursing along Link's own form.

The air around him grew tight, as if a weight had suddenly draped over his body.

Link froze. He opened his eyes to stare at the glowing triangle glowing on the back of Ganondorf's hand. The air around it wavered as it hummed quietly.

"Going somewhere?" came the sleepy, rumbling voice.

Link lifted his head and turned to look at his capture.

Ganondorf looked peaceful, but there was a threat of violence in his eyes. It was just as palatable as the gathering power around the golden triangle.

Mute, Link didn't have many answers, but he nodded.

Ganondorf's eyes narrowed. "Where, to pee?"

Link didn't answer. He looked down at the crumpled sheets.

"To try killing me?"

He shook his head minutely. It was an option, but not in the next few minutes.

"To escape?"

It took all of his strength not to respond to the words. It was his choice, but it would be foolish to tell Ganondorf that. But the Gerudo chuckled and stretched his legs. "No matter, if you try, I'm going to just bring you back. I meant what I said, I will kill every single person if you escape, starting with Telma and everyone at her bar."

Link's ears twitched.

"I know she helped you before. I swear, if you disappear, I'll look there first and I will be more furious than anything you can imagine."

Tensing, Link slowly nodded.

Ganondorf reached out and grabbed Link by one ear. His massive hand dwarfed the side of Link's head and he was almost cradling it. "You are mine. Until the end of time, when all the magic has fled this world, you will remain that way. Don't you forget it. Don't you even dream of it ever being anything else."

Link shuddered at the thought.

Ganondorf smiled, but the amusement didn't reach past his narrow eyes. "Now, I have no doubt that the moblins are going to have the castle repaired today. How should we spend the morning waiting?"

Link gulped at the toothy smile.

"I bet you are just waiting to have my cock buried in your throat until you are choking on---"

Someone knocked on the door sharply.

Ganondorf grunted. "Damn his terrible timing. Enter!"

He grunted and rolled back to push himself up. One of the sheets slipped off his shoulder and rippled down his muscular chest before it puddled over his half-hard cock.

Link scrambled to sit up himself. It took him a second to realize that he was leaning against Ganondorf's chest when he did. Looking up, he could see the broad shoulder looming over him. He felt tiny and vulnerability, the sensation of being nothing more than a bright trophy redoubled.

The door swung open and Karasa came in followed by two red-skinned bokoblin.

The moblin was small compared to Ganondorf but still massive compared to Link's form. He looked around and then his eyes focused on Link. A smile stretched across his face as he thumped his chest. "A word, sir?"

"Ah, Karasa," Ganondorf said smoothly. "How goes the repairs?"

"Completed ahead of schedule. A full day and a few hours before the deadline."

Ganondorf scratched his chin underneath his beard.

One of the bokoblin grinned at Link and licked his lips. He was about the same size as the defeated warrior, but he had broad ears that stuck out from the side of his head and long, clawed hands. A pair of chisels and hammers hung from his belt; along with a loincloth, the creature wore nothing else and Link had no desire to see what a naked bokoblin penis looked like.

Karasa gestured to the door. "If you have time, we would be honored to show you the work for your inspection."

Ganondorf chuckled. "Of course. Let me get dressed."

He slipped off the bed and landed on the ground with a thud. His large cock swung and smacked his thigh before hanging thickly down between his legs.

Link made to follow him but when Ganondorf held up a finger, he stopped. Link shivered as he froze, half on his hands and knees with his bare ass sticking out.

The other bokoblin made an appreciative growl and rubbed his crotch.

Ganondorf turned to Karasa. "Say you did a good job and you get this cunt for the day, do you want him wrapped?"

Karasa looked over the defeated ruler with a hungry gaze. "Wouldn't make a difference. He ain't going to be wearing anything a few minutes after you hand him over. Well, nothing that isn't liquid and rolling down his face."

All three of them laughed, a guttural laughter that matched their pig-like shapes.

Link's cheeked burned with humiliation. He looked at Ganondorf in hopes of having some reprieve even though he knew there would be none. There was a cruelty in the question and there was nothing the Gerudo had done that would have given a hint of a mercy.

"Stay naked," came the only order which brought another round of laughter.

"We're going to fuck you so hard," grunted one of the bokoblins.

"If you did a good job," Ganondorf said.

The bokoblin looked up. "We did, I promise you that. Good enough to fuck that ass for hours."

Link's sphincter tightened in fear. He glanced around the room, focusing briefly on the wooden practice sword and the window. Then he peeked over to Ganondorf who appeared to be focused on dressing but Link knew that he was being watched. He sighed. It wasn't quite time to escape, though he didn't relish the idea of being raped by moblins and bokoblins for a day.

No one said anything as Ganondorf dressed. Then he headed toward the door. "Come along, Cunt."

Karasa walked next to Ganondorf. To Link's discomfort, the two bokoblin flanked him and walked with only half an eye on the path ahead of them. Their attention felt like claws against Link's naked skin, a leer that could see everything.

"Hard to believe anything this pretty killed my cousin," said one. "He's barely bigger than me."

"Everyone knows all Baggos are idiots," said the other with a leer. He reached out to touch Link but then a sharp look from Karasa stopped him.

"You're a Baggo," growled the first you. "You're an idiot too?"

"Well... no," Baggo said with a frown. "I'm special."

"You're just hoping to be special by nutting inside that pretty ass of his first. I'm hoping to dump some Pigelo nuts in his mouth. If it's going to be a Baggo first, it's going to be your mum dumping her nuts in his mouth. That pretty face belongs in her hairy snatch before riding your little dick."

"Leave my mom out of it!"

"Why? No one else keeps their dick out of her."

"At least I'm a daddy fucker."

Pigelo glared and pulled a hammer from his belt. "You want to say that again, Baggo?"

Karasa stopped and turned around. He pointed at both of the bokoblin. "If you two don't shut up, I'm going to impale your asses on spears and put them outside."

Ganondorf grunted. Link could almost hear him rolling his eyes.

"... to the door of the latrines. We have some class out here."

Both Baggo and Pigelo flinched. "Sorry, boss," they said in unison. "Just anxious to get some revenge."

Karasa leaned forward, the stench of his breath washing over Link. "Besides, I'm hoping to have at least one of his holes before any of you little fucks get to him."

Link shivered at the cruel smile.

"Don't feel bad about squealing like a pig, Link."

Link froze at his name. It was the first time he had heard it in the city. Actually, he didn't think anyone outside of his village even knew his name.

Ganondorf's boots squealed on the ground as he stopped. He turned and spoke in a low voice that almost brimmed with violence, "What was that?"

The tension in the air pressed down on him. Link whimpered softly as he looked around. He didn't realize it, but being nameless somehow made it easier to suffer. He was no one, but somehow Karasa has learned his name.

The moblin straightened and looked back. He shrugged. "That's his name, Link. Didn't you... know that?"

Ganondorf took a step closer. His hand balled into a fist. "How did you learn that? Did he tell you?"

Karasa snorted. "That bitch is mute, everyone knows that. No, sir, we're just beasts to most people, so they talk. I heard the name from Ordon Village---"

Link tensed at his village's name. Despite the discomfort at Ganondorf's domination, Link realized that his semi-anonymity had given his family and friends some protection. But a casual discussion was leaving that all bare and he felt the tension crawling up his spine.

"---and the village mute. It wasn't hard to put the two together. Then, when I called the cunt by his name, his ears twitched and got scared. So I'm right."

Link fought back a whimper. He glanced up at Ganondorf who stared at him with a hard look that didn't reveal the powerful man's thoughts.

"Link," Ganondorf said as if he was tasting it. "A rather plain name. I would have hoped for something more dramatic."

"Compared to what, Ganondorf and Zelda?" Karasa didn't seem to notice the sharp glare from Ganondorf or the looks of fright from the bokoblins. "These village folks are simple and stupid, not unlike the bokoblins."

"Yeah," Baggo said, "like us."

There was a brief moment.

Then Baggo leaned over to Pigelo. "Wait, did he say we were smart?"

"I think so," whispered the other bokoblin. "We should shut up just in case you're wrong."

"Good idea," whispered Baggo back.

"Link," Ganondorf said again. Then he shrugged. "I think I prefer Cunt."

"As you wish, sir," said Karasa nonchalantly. Then he gestured to the side of the stairs. "As you can tell, we got some good-quality marble from the near the Earth Temple. Pigelo's team did a good job of carving it all the way down to the great hall."

Baggo raised his hand and one ear, waving them.

Karasa sighed. "Baggo's gang did most of the wood work. Very smooth and good detail."

"Perfect for fucking on. I bet you could bend Link over the railing and really give him a railing. Get it? A railing?"

Karasa and Ganondorf stared at Baggo until the bokoblin stepped back.

"If you continue, sir," Karasa said with a sigh, "I'll show you the great room."

As the moblin continued to demonstrate the impressive repairs, Link was painfully aware that he was the only naked person in the castle. Eyes stared at him first in shock and then curiosity as they walked around the throne room. The Hyruleans only watched with shock and looked away, but the others took a more attention look at him.

He tried to lower one hand to cover his small manhood but a glare from Ganondorf stopped him.

The various moblins and bokoblin they passed gathered up their tools and followed after the four. Soon, there was a small crowd of creatures moving in relatively silence. It felt like an army, an army that was looking for their revenge on Link's body.

The fear grew with every room and every step. Before he knew it, there were easily fifty of them following after him. None of them said anything, but every time Link looked over his shoulder, he could see them glaring at him with anger and lust.

The warmth spread from his cheeks down to his chest and further below. To his growing humiliation, his cock grew harder with the thought of so many staring at his naked buttocks and frail form.

It took almost an hour to finish the tour. By the time they were done, the crowd had swelled to a hundred creatures. Link shivered between Pigelo and Baggo, his entire body tingling with anticipation. Despite him wishing otherwise, he had to admit that the moblins and bokoblins had done an amazing job of repairing the castle. It looked as soon as the first time he had gone through it. There wasn't even a hint of the rubble in the throne room that he and Ganondorf had destroyed.

"As a bonus, I had a few tons of marble and gold left over. So a bunch of my best crafters build up a shelter for that sword your left in the middle of the field. Got a couple pretty traps and solid doors. I thought you'd like the only key though." He held up an ornate silver key up to Ganondorf. "We tried to move that sword but then Pigelo's pa exploded in flames, so we just locked it up instead."

Ganondorf looked around at the throne room, his face impassive.

The room grew quiet.

Link fought the fear. He knew what was going to happen. His sphincter tightened and his throat felt dry knowing that he would be choking on bokoblin cock within the hour.

Then, the nod. Ganondorf took the key and shoved it into his pocket.

A sigh of relief rippled through the crowds.

"You did a good job."

The gathered bokoblin cheered loudly.

Baggo reached over and tugged on Link's collar. "Congratulations! You're going to get raped!"

Link's shoulders slumped. Tears blurred in his eyes as claws reached out for him.

Ganondorf and Karasa spoke a little longer, their voices unheard. Then the dark-skinned man turned and strode out of the room without looking once at Link.

Karasa turned. "Shut up you, damn bastards!"

The room quieted down, but there were still some clutches of cheering and loud talking.

"Quiet!" he bellowed.

In the relatively quietness, he yelled over the crowd. "Get all the whores and Baggo's mum, he's given us an entire day to fuck this cunt and we're going to get drunk and blow our loads!"

Link opened his mouth but it was too late. Clawed hands grabbed him and dragged him toward the stairs leading into the lower levels of the castle.

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Propelled violently from behind, Link stumbled into the hall underneath the castle with no idea of where he was going. His hands flailed helplessly as he tripped over rough bricks before a wooden table caught him right in the stomach. With a groan, he bent over it and slammed his forehead against the sticky surface.

Stars exploded across his vision and a flash of red colored his sight. If he was still wearing his leather bracer, he knew that one of the hearts would have darkened.

Karasa smacked one hand between Link's shoulder blades and bore down, the heavy weight easily pinning him in place. The metal collar around Link's neck dug into his throat, making it hard to breathe. Karasa's other hand cracked against Link's ass, the sound cutting through the din almost instantly.

"Listen up, assholes!" bellowed the moblin leader.

Link tried to find purchase on the table to lever himself up. His fingernails caught the tightly fitted boards but not before he could tell there was a glaze of food and grime across the entire table. His cock was pressed up against it, the small shaft tight against the smooth edge of the table.

Karasa slapped his ass again. "Shut up!"

The room grew quiet.

With tears in his eyes, Link looked up into the crowded room. They were on a raised area of some sort. Below, he could see five long tables surrounded by a hundred moblins and bokoblins. Among the sea of red- and blue-skinned creatures, he could see a flashes of blonde and brown hair of other Hyruleans.

His eyes focused on a young-looking woman with blonde hair not unlike his own. She had two long braids, one on each side of her head. Unlike him, she was sitting on her own with her trim legs spread obscenely open as she gulped down a large mug of something. One of the bokoblin had his hand sliding up and down her inner thigh but she made no effort to stop him.

"Now, all of you know our dear friend, Link!"

"Kill the fucker!" screamed a moblin from the back.

"Fuck him and then kill him!"

More calls rose up.

Karasa waited a moment and then held up his hand. "Now, we could kill him."

A cheer rose up.

Link struggled but Karasa slammed him back down on the table.

"On the other hand, if we do, then that big scary man upstairs is probably going to slaughter every single one of us, including Baggo's mom."

The room grew instantly quiet.

Baggo coughed.

With a snap, everyone turned to look at him.

"What? I... Keep my mom out of this!"

Karasa sighed again. "Now, that means no killing this little fucker, no cutting him open, and no one---" his voice rose up in volume, "---is going to stick a bomb in his ass!"

The heads turned to the moblin feeling up the Hyrulean.

He looked up surprised. "What?"

"No bombs, Rumrum," Karasa said.

Rumrum looked around again before his eyes fixed on Link. In an instant, the confused look turned into anger. "Is that the ass-fucker who---"

"No bombs!"

"Fine," muttered the moblin before he went back to jamming his thick fingers between the Hyrulean woman's legs. They plunged deep and out of sight, easily to the second knuckle.

She let out a squeal and reached back to brace herself, arching her back and pushing her small breasts forward. She gulped down to finish the glass. Setting it down, she grabbed Rumrum's hand and pulled him deeper between her legs with a smile.

Curious, Link wanted to watch, but then Karasa's hand rested on his naked ass.

"Yo, boss!" yelled another bokoblin. "Then what in Ganondorf's asshole is he down here?"

"Glad you asked. Since we did such a good job on rebuilding the castle, we got the day off, this asshole, our weight in beer, and a lovely brace of whores to fuck---!"

The Hyrulean woman let out a whoop. And then a moan as Rumrum jammed his fingers deeper into her.

The other joined in with a roar of animalistic noises. The other Hyrulean among the crowds, whores from their appearances, joined in as they bared breasts and stripped out of their clothes.

"---and enough hard liquor to rot our brains! So, let's get to the drinking and fucking!"

Another cheer rattled the rafters of the room.

Karasa slapped Link's ass with a powerful blow.

Link lurched forward, wincing as his balls were crushed against the edge of the table. Fear bubbled up in his thoughts and he tried to lever himself off the table again but couldn't.

"Team leaders, up and front to get a shot at these holes before they get sloppy!"

There was a scramble from the crowds as everything started to move. Streamers of moblins and bokoblins headed for the three large casks at the back of the room. Others were gathering around the whores and other women that were giggling as the clothes were ripped out of their hands. It only took seconds before the first cock was pulled out and a second later before it disappeared into a brown-haired beauty's mouth.

Near the front, an older bokoblin woman pulled off her shift to reveal small, hanging breasts tipped with piercings. Two of the nearest men dove down to suckle on each one. She cradled their heads with her hands before calling out, "Get first in line, Baggo!"

"Mum!"

Karasa chuckled and patted Link's ass again, gentler this time. "Come on, you earned it, Baggo. Blow a nut."

"T-Thank you, boss!"

"You did a good job," growled the moblin before he leaned over toward Link's ear. "I'm going to let them get you all wet and sloppy before I have my fun. No reason not to have fun. Besides, always treat your men better than yourself."

Baggo's claws trailed along Link's cheeks, digging the tips in as he spread the captured warriors buttocks apart. "Fuck, this is going to feel good."

Link dug his fingers into the table, wincing as he steeled himself. It didn't matter if the bokoblin was smaller than Ganondorf, it was the humiliation and helplessness that made it terrifying and uncomfortable. He tried to lift himself to his toes but it wasn't enough to pull away from the hot, slick cock that nestled against his asshole.

With a start, he froze and looked around. There were no weapons around him, no visible means of escape. There was nothing he could do to avoid his rape. His eyes narrowed on the Hyruleans who were already in the throes of being happily debased. The one that caught his attention was lying across the table, with Rumrum fucking her pussy while another moblin fed his cock into her open mouth.

The cock pressing against his sphincter pressed down, sinking into the abused but still tight hole. It was hot and slick as it inched deeper. "I'm really fucking him," whispered Baggo.

Karasa chuckled and bore down with his hand, increasing the weight between Link's shoulders and crushing his chest against the ground.

Baggo's cock increased in pressure and then sank deep. Every millimeter of his spear-like cock traced along Link's sensitive asshole, spearing it as he sank down into the moist depths. The tip bumped against the nub of pleasure inside Link, causing his cock to jump.

Link couldn't escape, but he could endure. He let out his breath in a low whisper of noise. His body relaxed.

Baggo's cock plunged deep into his ass until the bokoblin's hips smacked against Link's cheeks. Both of them let out sounds of pleasure before Baggo pulled out enough to ram it in. "Feel that, asshole!"

Link closed his eyes. The realization of his predicament made it easier to accept the cock that plunged into his hole, thrusting deep. He could feel pre-cum soaking his insides, making everything slick as the bokoblin quickly rocked himself into a froth.

Karasa leaned forward. "Did you just give up?"

Link glared at him, his body jerked with every rapid thrust that drove the cock against whatever nerves felt good. He stared into the narrowed eyes of the Karasa and then shook his head.

A flicker of some emotion crossed the moblin's face, then he pulled back. "Pigelo, up and front. Put something into the bitch's mouth. Let's see if you can make him squeal."

Link glared until Pigelo stood on the other side of the table. Their faces were almost even before the second bokoblin dragged over a chair and stood on it. His cock was thicker than Baggo's, but nothing compared to Ganondorf. It bobbed in front of him.

Pigelo grabbed Link by the ears. "Come on, Bitch, don't make me fight you."

Link saw little reason to resist. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth.

Pigelo looked surprise but then shoved his cock past Link's lips. It was sharp-tasting, but no more than a spring berry tartness. He thrust deep and the tip of the cock only tickled the back of Link's throat.

Link obediently closed his lips around the shaft.

"Oh, fuck, you broke him already," moaned Pigelo as he dug his claws into either side of Link's head and began to thrust. His plunges didn't match Baggo's in rhythm and Link was rocked back and forth between the two as they rapidly pounded his holes with abandon. It only took seconds before the smacks into his chin and nose were punctuated with wet splatters of pre-cum and drool.

Link's humiliation faded quickly into growing pleasure as his body was hammered into the table. He had to strain to keep his head in the right position to avoid scraping Pigelo's shaft with his teeth, but the effort only made the growing pleasure more intense. With every thrust from either bokoblin, his cock would rub against the edge of the table, minutely pushing him closer to an orgasm.

"You gonna blow your load?" gasped Pigelo. He was obviously straining as he clutched Link's ear with one hand and the collar with the other.

"Not before you!" Baggo thrust harder, driving his cock into Link's asshole. "I'm going to fill this hole with so much cream."

"Yeah, before me, pussy."

"You'll blow first, you always do."

They snarled at each other as they thrust faster and harder. Inside, Link could feel their shafts soaking his insides, flooding him as the bittersweet taste of pre-cum painted Link's tongue and throat. They were both on the edge and the strained grunts only added to the thrill.

Surrounding them, the bokoblins started to cheer for one or both of them.

"Pigelo! Fuck him like a pig!"

"You won't make it, Baggo!"

"Screw him!"

"Screw his mom!"

"He'll have to wait his turn with his mom, Linkle got there first."

"Yeah, that whore is cunt-deep in his mom!"

Pigelo snorted at the last one. Gripping Link's head tightly, he smacked his balls into the the defeated warrior's chin a few times before holding still. Hot cum sprayed the back of Link's throat as he let out a long groan of pleasure.

"In your face, Pigelo!" bellow Baggo, his voice strained.

Pigelo groaned and smacked Link's face with a few more strokes that coated Link's throat and lips with thin spunk. "Yeah, but I nutted first."

Baggo hesitated. "Shit...."

Pigelo groaned and came again. "Oops, did it again," he said with a gasp. His cock was already softening, but Link teased it with his tongue as he gulped down the nutty-tasting cum. It wasn't so bad, if he wasn't fighting it.

"Fuck you!"

Pigelo snorted as he pulled his dripping cock from Link's mouth. "I'd rather fuck your mom, Baggo."

Baggo's thrusts grew faster. "I get it, everyone's fuck her!"

"Yeah, including you."

"You fucked your dad, Pigelo!"

"So did you!"

Baggo's cock surged hotly inside Link's asshole. The thrusts became erratic for a second before he began to flood Link's bowels with cum. A long groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he slumped forward over Link's butt until his shoulders rested on the defeated warrior's back.

Link pushed back against the hard cock, wiggling to seat more of it inside his ass. He was almost close to an orgasm but without the bokoblin thrusting, it faded quickly.

"It was dark and you know it," he gasped.

Pigelo shook his head and came around. "It's all good, friend. Come on, let's see if she'll clean you off."

Baggo pulled his cock out and stepped away. He chuckled. "Why not?"

Link looked up, curious of what would happen next but the answer came as a blue-skinned bokoblin stepped up to his face, grabbed his ears, and thrust forward. Link opened his mouth and took the shaft deep.

As the new bokoblin began to hammer into his face, another one came up behind him and strokes his balls with the tips of his claws. A moment later, another cock was sliding into Link's sphincter, plunging deep with heat and hardness.

Comforted by the knowledge that he wasn't going to get hurt and that the humiliation added pleasure to his debasement, Link relaxed and thrust back on the cocks; he might as well enjoy himself until he got the opportunity to act.

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A clawed hand cradled Link's head and pulled him up from the puddle of cum and sweat that had formed on the table's surface. His naked body shivered at the sensations of half-dried cum oozing off his skin and the spurt of liquid heat that bubbled out of his asshole to splash on his balls.

Reflexively, Link opened his mouth and waiting for the cock or cunt to be pressed against it.

He was blind, except blurred images seen through crusted eyelashes. Dozens of bokoblins had painted his face, glazing it over in a thick layer of cum until it burned to open his eyes. But, despite being half blind, his senses were still alert. He knew exactly where his body was on the table, how close to the edge, and the nearest weapon was a dagger about a meter away. The hall had emptied out over the last few hours and his sensitive ears could catch the sounds of subdued fucking from at least three angles.

A thick cock head pressed against his lips. The smell was stronger and the size told him it was a moblin. He opened his mouth wider and stuck out his tongue to ease the moblin's penetration.

The thick member slid in deep with a sure thrust. The owner knew that Link wasn't resisting. The head left a slimy trail along the top and bottom of Link's mouth before it plunged into his throat.

He gulped reflexively, swallowing the head and guiding it into his throat until it nestled into the tight confines and cut off his breath. A heady rush of pleasure caused Link's head as he gripped the edge of the table and pushed harder to shove it deeper. He had to wiggle his mouth back and forth until he could force enough of the cock into his throat until his nose pressed into the nest of dark hairs at the base. The caress of hairy balls on his chin brought another surge of pleasure as he held himself still and then slowly drew off.

As soon the thick head no longer blocked his throat, he took in a deep breath and thrust back down. After hours of being fucked, he found a pleasure in how easily he could take the moblin down to the root and back again. His tongue caressed along the hard shaft, tasting pussy and ass on the length. All the flavors had blended into each other and became just the taste of animalistic sex.

His stomach gurgled. It had been hours since Link had eaten but there were countless loads sloshing around in his belly. The light-headed sensation was nothing compared to his earlier adventures. He wasn't going to starve any time soon but there was nothing solid left inside him.

One of the groups fucking broke apart and went their separate ways. His ear twitched as he tracked their movement until he could no longer hear their shuffled, drunken footsteps among the muted cries of pleasure and orgasms that still filled the room.

The moblin fucking his face grabbed Link's ears. His thumbs seem to know exactly the sensitive places as he pulled Link's face down harder on his cock.

Link let out a gurgle of pleasure as he wiggled his face deep to moblin's base. The belly of the larger creature tickled the back of his head, giving the sensation that Link could be buried under the thick roll of belly above him. Somehow, that brought a surge of pleasure to his hard cock.

The moblin tugged him down, setting a pace and depth for Link. When he relaxed his grip on Link's ears, Link continued to work his mouth down the shaft with equally long strokes. His lips slid until only the thick glans were captured inside and then down to impale his abused throat until his face ground into the moblin's pubic mound. He lifted himself with a gasp before driving himself back down.

One thick finger wiped the cum from Link's left eye.

Link slowly opened it, looking up at the familiar red-skinned moblin he was pleasuring.

"Still there?" asked Karasa.

Link said nothing as he continued to fuck his face into the leader's face. If anything, his strokes grew longer as he worked as much of the hard cock into his throat until the burn of suffocation blended with the pleasure.

His eyes never left Karasa's.

The cock pulsed inside his lips. Every thrust traced out thick veins and ridges along the surface. "No, you aren't broken at all, are you?" The moblin's voice was low and tingled with amusement.

Broken. Link heard that more than once since the bokoblins stared to fuck him. They took his willingness of their cocks to be a sign that he was defeated. But, in his mind, he wasn't surrendering and he definitely wasn't broken, he was enjoying himself until the opportunity presented itself for freedom.

Still driving his face down on Karasa's cock, Link said nothing.

Karasa chuckled and then motioned for Link to stop.

Slowly, Link slid his lips up the red shaft and let the glans tease the inside of his lips before releasing them with a pop.

Karasa stepped back and sank into a chair. His cock, easily fifteen centimeters long, bobbled on top of him. "Come on, Cunt, get on it."

It was the first time Link had been put on top, but he wasn't going to stop. He peeled himself off the cum-soaked table and crawled off the edge and onto the thighs of the moblin.

"By the fairies, that is sexy," whispered a young woman nearby. It was Linkle, the young woman. Link had lost track of her during the orgy but she was close.

Link lifted himself up and grabbed the thick shaft. It was wet with saliva. He slid it back through the cleft of his legs and nestled it against his ass.

"No," Karasa said in a low growl.

Link looked up.

"Turn around. Show her how big I am and how little you are."

A flush of humiliation burned in Link's cheeks and his manhood twitched. He lifted his head and turned around before sinking down. As he did, he guided the thick shaft in the space between his balls and his inner thigh until the red length towered over his own, much smaller, manhood.

Linkle was naked with her tight body bent over the lap of Baggo's Mom. The older bokoblin had one hand in Linkle's pussy, thrusting deep with slow, measured movements. With every smack, Linkle's small breasts swung forward and splatters of cum splashed down onto the ground. She looked just as fucked as Link.

Their eyes met and Linkle smiled. "You are cute," she moaned with her eyes fluttering.

Baggo's Mom smacked her ass. "Sluts should be quiet."

Linkle looked over her shoulder, her matted braid swinging forward. "Or what are you going to do, Mom?"

Baggo's Mom pulled out a dripping finger. It didn't have any nails, only a smooth end. She held it up and then thrust back down, this time higher up.

Linkle gasped and jerked forward. Then her eyes half-closed as she let out a moan. "Oh, yes, fuck my slutty ass."

"Whore," said Mom with a grin. She pumped her fingers in and out.

Karasa reached down to pump his cock. "So, what do you think about this?"

Linkle moaned and looked over both of their cocks. She licked a glob of cum from her lips. "Looks tasty."

"Which one?"

She thrust back against Mom's fingers. "Both of them."

"Thought you were a size queen, Hyrulean," Karasa asked.

Linkle wiggled her ass and thrust back faster, fucking herself on Mom's fingers. "I like fucking, nothing wrong with that."

"And drinking," said Mom. The older bokoblin smacked her ass.

"Yeah," Linkle said with a moan. "I like getting my drunk ass fucked by hard cocks and dirty fingers. Come on, Mom, get up in there, you know I can take it."

Baggo's Mom smacked her ass again. "Shut up, Slut."

"Then do more, please? I need your hand in there."

"My hand? The whole thing?"

Linkle reached back to grab Mom's breast, squeezing it. "Come hard, harder, please," she whimpered. Then her eyes focused on Link and Karasa. "Please, fuck him. I want to see your big dick go into that tiny little hole."

Link's shaft jumped.

Karasa tapped Link's buttocks.

Obeying the silent command, Link lifted himself. The thick girth of Karasa's shaft slid along the the sensitive part by his balls until the swollen head slipped underneath him. He reached down to position it between his cum-soaked cheeks and up against his anal ring.

Linkle let out a moan as she leaned forward, her body rocking as Mom thrust her fingers deep into her ass. Linkle's eyes were bright as was her smile.

Staring at her and feeling a certain playfulness, Link sank down. His weight easily thrust the hard cock past any resistant of his anal ring. With a slurp, he slid down as the thickness slid deep into his body. The thickness caused his belly to bulge out.

"Oh fuck," Linkle said with a moan. "Oh, fuck, that's hot."

Even Baggo's Mom stopped to stare.

The intense attention made every centimeter of pleasure more intense as Link sank down further. The cock easily plunge deep until he was fully seated on the hot, hard shaft. It was thick and swollen, pressing against every pleasurable nerve and stuffing him to the brim.

Baggo's Mom leaned forward. "Bet you were on that shaft just like your cousin."

Linkle frowned and looked back. "Cousin? What do you mean?"

"Linkle? Link? Your names are alike, you have to be related."

There was a moment of silence, then both Link and Linkle shook their head.

"But, they are nothing alike," Linkle said.

Baggo's Mom looked at Link who shook his head in agreement.

"See, Mom? Nothing in common."

Link had no clue why the bokoblin thought there was any relationship between the two. The only thing they had even remotely similar were their haircuts and the color of their hair. Well that, and their general body shape and they both seemed to have the same soft moans of pleasure.

Besides that, they had nothing in common.

Mom shook her head and resumed her fisting of Linkle's tight ass.

Karasa grabbed Link's cheeks and began to fuck Link's.

Together, they pumped hard and deep as the two Hyruleans moaned in pleasure.

Link had to lean back to press on hand against Karasa's chest for balance. He bore down and lifted himself, his legs working as he fucked himself as much as the moblin drove into his ass. Every thrust, brought the satisfying hardness against the most pleasurable parts of Link's body and soon his cock dripping wet just like the cock soaking his insides.

Linkle's eyes never left the junction of moblin and Hyrulean. She licked her lips as she reached out for it, but it was too far away.

"You want that dick, Slut?" grunted Mom.

"Yes, I do," whimpered the young woman.

"Come for me." Mom began to pound Linkle's ass. "Come like a little Hyrulean whore."

Linkle moaned. "Y-You don't pay me."

"You're a slut."

"Y-Yes!" she gasped. "Slut, not whore."

Link shuddered with his own pleasure. He clamped his muscles around Karasa's shaft and drove himself down hard before pulling up. He wanted to feel the moblin coming before he did.

Karasa grunted and thrust up into him, pounding him faster.

Mom responded with deeper thrusts as she plunged her fist in and out of Linkle's pert ass.

The four fucked in silence, their eyes locked on each other. It was a contest and it wasn't, a hunger that gathered quickly as Link felt himself starting to orgasm.

"F-Fuck, fuck, more," Linkle whimpered. "I need it. I want it!"

Link, if he talked, would have said almost the same thing.

Karasa came first. With a grunt, he drove his hips up. The force picked Link off the chair and impaled him completely on the hard cock.

"Fuck!" Linkle screamed out in pleasure. A spray of juices splattered to the floor as she reached out for both of them. "Please!"

Mom shoved her off her lap and onto the ground.

Linkle scrambled to her knees and crawled over. Her mouth clamped down on Link's cock.

The sudden heat and pressure set him over the edge. With a moan, he began to come hard into her mouth even as his asshole was pumped full of hot seed.

Baggo's Mom was suddenly there. She shoved Linkle off Link's cock. "Share, you fucking slut."

Link's cock surged and set off a spurt of cum high into the air.

Before the second one came, the bokoblin's mouth was on his cock. Her teeth were blunted but still sharp. They left little prickle of pain as she swallowed his entire length  and used her long tongue to draw his balls into her mouth.

Link gripped Karasa's thigh tightly as he came again and again.

"My turn," Linkle whimpered. "Please? I need it."

Mom reached up and planted her hand on top of Linkle's head. With a grunt that Link felt through his nuts, she pushed the other Hyrulean down and into the space between Karasa and Link.

Linkle let out a squeal and then her hot mouth was lapping at the junction of cock and asshole, sucking and slurping the hot liquids that bubbled out of Link's stretched hole. Her shoulders moved and soon it became obvious she was playing with both Karasa's and Mom's holes with her fingers as she gulped down the thick moblin cum.

Karasa's cock slipped out of Link's ass with a slurp and fell directly into Linkle's mouth. He leaned back and let out a guttural moan of his own. "Fuck, this is good."

Mom let Link's shaft slipped from her toothy maw before she burrowed her face between his ass cheeks and slurped directly from his asshole. The pleasures were new and intense as another orgasm started to rise up.

Then Linkle shoved her face in and the two women fought to lick and finger his balls, cock, and ass with tongues and fingertips until it was too much for the poor warrior.

With a gasp, Link came again. This time, there was nothing to stop as the weak ropes splattered across his bare chest and face. He let it ooze off his body as he slumped back, enjoying the pleasure as the two women continues to pleasure both him and the moblin.

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Link woke up in a pile of clothes, cast-off canvas bags, and what appeared to be a sack of oatmeal. He let out a grunt as he levered himself up to his knees. While he brushed the dried semen and juices from his face, he sat back until his naked ass settled into place.

His eyes scanned the room, alert for any danger. He didn't seem much other than snoring bokoblin, Linkle splayed out in a chair with her limbs intertwined with Baggo's Mom, and a moblin with his ass stick out over a chair and rude writing written on his bare cheeks.

Pushing himself up, he climbed up on a table and looked around again. He was naked and unarmed, but no prickle of fear or danger plucked his senses. He could almost imagine a peaceful musical tune in the background instead of the more sinister dungeon sounds or one of approaching battle.

Switching thoughts, he looked around for a weapon to arm himself. After only a few seconds, he spotted a short sword tossed into a corner. Pressing his lips together, he stalked over to it. It was one of the bokoblins', a fairly serviceable weapon with a hook on the end and a stained handle. Someone had thrown a loincloth over it.

It was far deadlier than the wooden sword he had up in Ganondorf's tower.

He couldn't make himself pick it up. The first thought was the Gerudo's threat to kill others if he escaped. While Link was willing to put himself in danger to defeat the warrior, he believed Ganondorf when the dark-skinned man promised to slaughter everyone in town. His victor had an uncontrolled violence barely kept in check.

The other was honor. Except for the old man who had given him a sword with a tearful promise that terrible things would happen, Link had earned every weapon he had used. He fought monsters, solved puzzles, and rescued those who needed it. He didn't scrape a weapon off the ground and use it.

Link stood there for a moment, wondering if he was willing to die over honor but he knew the answer. If he was going to lift it above his head as a prize, he wanted... no, he needed to earn it through his hard skill.

It tore his heart apart as he turned his back on the weapon and headed toward the door leading up from the basement hall.

Like the word, he dismissed the cast-off clothes strewn around the hall. Ganondorf took pride in humiliating him.

As much as Link didn't want to admit it, he liked how Ganondorf enjoyed making him blush while debasing the Hyrulean warrior. The submission was a spice, as much as the sweeter moments. It was strange and surreal situation he had gotten into it, but he felt in his gut that he just had to wait it out.

He didn't enjoy the more vicious moods, though.

Upstairs, the halls of the castle were remarkably empty. He trailed his fingers along the beautiful woodwork and wondered if the bokoblins that made it had also fucked him. The delicate whorls of carvings, the trim along the top, all of it had a different meaning with the possibility that the creator was balls deep in Link's ass.

He smiled to himself and wondered where to go. He could return to the tower like a dutiful slave. Or walk out the back door and hope no one noticed. The latter would end up in slaughter, something Link couldn't allow.

The ground shook underneath his feet.

A prickle of fear and danger ran down his spine. Instantly, he knew that it came from the front of the town. Without a second look, he turned on his heads and trotted toward the front doors which were ajar.

He found the residents of the castle as soon as he walked out the open doors; they were gathered along the top of the wall that surrounded the castle. Many of them were peeking around the crenelation, half-cringing while careening to get a better look.

A gasp of surprise and fear rippled along the noise. A few of the maids ducked behind the bricks with screams.

Moments later, the ground rumble as another roar beat against the walls. A blast of air whistled through the gaps in the wall and rattled glass windows. He could feel the pressure wave pass over him.

There was very little in the world which could make such a powerful, rumbling roar. Link had encountered more than a few of them on his own, but they were all buried deep inside the various temples, safely locked behind traps and monsters. None of them were above the ground, not free, but it sounded like one was dangerously close.

Concern prickled his skin. He jogged forward while wishing he had grabbed the sword from the corner. Honor be damned, he almost turned back, but curiosity and concern won and he worked his way up the crowded stairs up to the top. His slender body easily slipped around the taller Hyruleans as he tried to find some spot to investigate.

Then, he came up to the familiar sight of Karasa and a knot of bokoblins that had clustered around a few of the crenelations. He stopped, remembering the day of fucking but also fighting the urge to use the space the moblin had formed to sate his curiosity.

Pigelo glanced at him and then gestured out across the field.

Following his finger, Link slipped up against the red-skinned moblin and lifted himself over the edge. His naked body shivered in the warm air that washed over him, reminding him that he wore nothing but a metal collar and a patina of cum and juices.

In the distance, something massive lifted up over the trees. Too many legs flailed in the air before the beast came down again. A shock wave rippled away from the impact, blowing past a red-haired warrior facing the creature.

It was Ganondorf. He wielded his massive sword as he hammered against the giant creature's legs. Sparks exploded with every impact but the blade seemed to do nothing to the creature, not even caused it to flinch. Bit of metal and brilliant crimson sparks flew out in all directions as the Gerudo warrior hammered blow after blow.

Well past Ganondorf, the shock wave continued to roll through the woods, knocking over trees and casting aside rocks before it burst out into the plains around the town. The wave was palatable as it tore apart bushes and grasses before it slammed into the town, shaking the ground and twisting the rocks. The gathered town people let out cries of surprise and fear as they clutched for each other.

Pigelo grabbed Link with one hand and Karasa's belt with the other.

Link barely noticed the jerk from the bokoblin. Instead, his gaze was focused on the creature. He had fought something like it before. They rarely could be whittled down with mere blows, no matter how powerful. The massive beasts were almost invulnerable, except there was some pattern or trick that would reveal the way to defeat them.

Ganondorf wasn't fighting with any grace or precision. His blows hammered on the heavily armored legs of the beast, each blow exploding into flames and energy but otherwise only doing superficial damage.

Link's grip tightened on the stonework ahead of him.

"Shit," muttered Pigelo. "This isn't good. That thing it too close to Guttersnipe, too close." His hand tightened on Karasa's belt and Link thought he felt the bokoblin holding his tighter also.

Karasa let out a long sigh. "That your village over there?"

Link's eyes probed around the battle until he saw a small village nestled in a narrow valley. Even from a distance, he could see the blue-skinned creatures frantically running around as they tried to prop up falling buildings or prevent herds of sheep from escaping.

"Yeah, my mum and sisters are there. Whole pack of the bastards. Dandelion is getting knocked up tomorrow too."

"Damn it." Karasa shook his head. "I promised to go to that one, didn't I?"

"Yes, Boss."

"Think we can get there in time?"

"No chance, no one can."

On the other side, Link spotted another village close to the battle. It was Hyrulean but no less in danger of the battle that was raging back and forth. Ganondorf's power was massive, ripping apart trees and rocks, but it also threatened everything around it.

He clenched his teeth. He had to stop the fight. He may not be able to defeat Ganondorf, but a temple beast was something he had done many times before. His eyes probed, looking for the weakness.

Karasa's hot breath tickled Link's bare shoulder. "You know, I've served both Zelda and Ganondorf."

Startled, Link look at him curiously. The conversation seemed completely out of place compared to the distant battle.

The moblin's gaze was focused on the fight. "I've seen the beauty of the Triforce of Wisdom and I've seen what the destruction that Ganondorf's Power can do." His hand pressed against the small of Link's back, where the triangular mark indicated the third Triforce, the one of Courage.

The touch was intimate, almost like a lover's.

Link's heart pounded in his ears.

Ganondorf summoned a massive blast of power that tore apart the ground. Huge gouts of earth and roots flew high into the air before raining down on both villages.

The spider-like creature easily stepped over the hole and lashed out. The invulnerable creature slammed into him again, which Ganondorf parried but the force threw him back meters.

Even with the battle, the moblin's words continued to tickle his ear. "But they always glowed brightly when they activated but no one has ever seen yours do anything. You have Courage but you don't use it like the others. In fact, I honestly thought it was inert until last night."

Link frowned as he tried to recall where and how he had tapped into the Triforce of Courage. He wasn't aware of it.

"We never broke you, there wasn't even a chance. You didn't really surrender either, did you?" The lips of the moblin grew closer. "I'm thinking you decided to just take us on, didn't you? To do the courageous thing and accept being fucked like a cunt and whore?"

Hearing the moblin reveal his inner thoughts, Link could only nod slowly.

"I saw that. I saw your Triforce activate, in that moment when you made that decision." His hand spread apart to trail his claws down Link's back like a lover. "I'm seeing it now, a faint ripple of power gathering in your gut. You are thinking about courage, aren't you? Being the hero?"

Link ducked his head, then he nodded.

"We may be enemies, but my friend's sister is out there. I'm willing to bet my balls that you could do something about this."

Pigelo leaned over. "Are you serious, Karasa!? Ganondorf will kill you if you let him go. He'll kill anyone who helps him! You know that, he won't fight with allies."

Link looked back at the battle. He had to do something, it didn't matter if it was the bokoblin or the Hyrulean village. They were innocent in the battle and couldn't save themselves.

Confidence flooded through him. He squared his shoulders and nodded.

Karasa stared at him for a moment and then straightened. He brushed his hand along his side, pushing aside his clothes to reveal a steel sword dangling from his belt. It was a well-maintained blade, almost equal to Link's iron sword.

The moblin gave Link one hard look, and then reached out for Pigelo.

The bokoblin stared in confusion. "Boss, what are---?"

Karasa turned Pigelo back to the fight and held his shoulder. He didn't look back but his arm was clear of the sword that he had revealed.

The gesture was clear. The moblin was giving him a weapon and a chance to do what was right.  In Link's mind, he could easily see the violence Ganondorf would inflict on anyone disobeying him; joining in the fight would be probably the most dangerous thing Link could do.

But it would save others.

Link reached out and yanked the sword free.

Karasa stood up and spun around. "What are you---?" he roared in mock anger.

Link shoved past him and jumped up on the edge of the stones. Without looking back, he jumped down onto a flag pole, bounced off the wall, and landed hard on a barrel. Before it could roll to the side, he hopped onto the flagstones with his bare feet. Spotting a guard's circular shield, he snatched it up and sprinted toward the front gate of the town with nothing more than a pair of stolen arms and a collar around his bare neck.

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If there was one thing about Link's adventures, he spent an inordinate amount of time running from one side of the lands to the other. On a good day, he had Epona. Otherwise, it was him on his feet.

It also meant that it took only a short period of time before he was approaching the battle. The smell of lightning and fire hung thick in the air. It stung the back of his throat and itched his nostrils. The smell reminded him of the fight only a few days ago, when he had been defeated. Blinking past the stinging in his eyes, he peered around and tried to orient himself.

Ganondorf's blows were impossible to miss, they hammered against the creature who loomed a short distance away. The ground shook. Flames and ripples of power radiated from every impact. But, for all of the violence and power, he was no closer to defeating the beast than before.

Up close, the forest boss was a spider-like creature with thick, armored legs and a heavily scratched metallic carapace along its belly. Ganondorf's blade had gouged it but never pierced the thick armor. Green fluids bubbled out of its maw as it roared and lashed out at its attacker.

A whimper caught Link's attention. He stepped to the side and cocked his head, his ears twitching. Between Ganondorf's blows, he caught another hint of whimpering. It sounded like a little child.

Cautious, he inched forward and peered into every crack and patch of grass.

It was a little bokoblin girl, about six years old. She was sobbing, tears running down her blue cheeks as she clutched a little stuffed bear. Her arm was bloody from where something sliced into it; Link couldn't tell if it was a weapon or a rock that had injured her but he didn't think it was life-threatening.

The forest boss roared as it stepped back. The impact with the ground shook it violently around Link and the bokoblin.

The little girl screamed and cringed harder.

Link looked back and saw one leg rising above him, shadowing him with the mass of the deadly beast. Spinning on his heels, he scooped the child up from the ground and raced for the nearby village.

The creature's foot crashed into the ground. Rock and earth buckled violently underneath Link's feet and he stumbled forward.

The girl screamed again, clutching his collar with one hand as she sobbed. Her teddy bear thumped against his bare chest. "Mommy! Mama! Mama!" she cried out, her voice muffled against his hairless chest.

Link quickly made it to the village. He leaped over a fence and landed in a chicken yard. Flashbacks of previous fights hit him and he staggered to a stop as he looked at the chickens warily. They were always docile until something hit them, then they were deadly.

When the ground shook again, he turned.

The forest boss was back to fighting with Ganondorf but their melee had gotten closer to the battle. He frowned as he let the girl slip from his grip. He went to pull his shield around, but he had lost it when he grabbed the girl. With a sigh, he hefted his sword and watched the battle warily.

"He's naked," someone whispered.

A blush burned his cheeks. He glanced around at the surrounding Hyruleans. They were all village folk, much taller than him with belongings in their hands and their bodies dirty from the approaching battle.

It took a moment to register that he wasn't in the bokoblin village; he had gone the wrong way. Inwardly wincing, he let his attention drift away from the epic battle in concern that he would be defending the bokoblin girl from the crowd.

Days ago, he wouldn't have even consider it. Though, days ago, he would have never imagined seeing a young bokoblin. It was remarkable that a day-long orgy and a humiliating defeat could have changed his perceptions so much.

"Tibby!" cried a brown-haired woman as she vaulted over the fence and rushed forward.

"Auntie Mill!" cried the little, blue-skinned girl.

The two females embraced tightly and Link let out a sigh of relief. Immediately, his attention drew toward the fight as he watched them from the corner of his eye.

Both of them were crying as they cradled each other. He never realized how close the two species were, which made less sense why he had been attacked so often by the moblins and bokoblins in his adventures.

A shadow crossed over his head. Reflexively, he stepped back to see the spider creature's foot coming down toward him. The creature was staggering back, no doubt from a powerful blow. One of its other legs slid back and smashed into a building, shattering the wooden structure easily. He knew he could easily dodge out of the way, but that would have left the bokoblin girl and the Hyrulean woman to their fate.

Link refused to allow that to happen. He spun around, looking for some way to stop. Spotting a wall nearby, he didn't hesitate and raced toward it. At the last minute, he jumped up and caught the wall before launching himself at the forest boss' knee. He flipped and kicked down, driving everything he could into shoving it aside.

The foot came down less than a meter from the two women. They screamed shrilly as rock and earth buckled underneath their bodies.

Link landed heavily next to them. Using his free hand, he shoved them away from the boss and held up his stolen sword to parry the next blow.

The spider creature lifted its paw again but only a few meters from the ground as it tried to find better footing. The gap was barely tall enough for Link or a small child to fit underneath, but it would have been fatal when the massive creature set it down.

Link glanced up and then down again. Remembering the chicken's attack, he made a decision. With a grim look, he swept one of the chickens directly underneath the beast's foot. It only had a chance to scream once before it was crushed to the ground with a crunch of blood and feathers.

There was a brief moment of silence.

Stepping back, Link got a better grip on his sword. He wasn't entirely sure if the chickens were going to attack him or the creature.

Around him, the air grew tense as the other hens began to flap their wings. Their screeches filled the air as they began to assault the forest boss in a cloud of feathers and beaks. A few flew past Link, scratching him with talons as they beset the massive creature a thousand times larger than their frail forms.

Somehow, the massive beast lifted its foot and pulled away.

Link stepped back and made sure the two women were okay. They were already out of the yard and racing away with the rest of the Hyruleans. Relieved, he turned his attention back to the forest boss and the red-haired warrior.

Ganondorf continued to hammer uselessly against one leg after another. Bursts of energy rocked the air as he slammed his massive blade time after time again. Sweat dripped from his brow.

A small part of Link stirred at the remembered smell of the larger man's sweat. He shook his head and forced himself to focus.

Ganondorf had been fighting for some time and it was obvious from the drawn look on his dark skin and the way his body glistened with effort. The Triforce of Power glowed brightly, giving him strength and stamina far beyond mortal ken.

Seeing the blows in the beast's legs and belly, Link knew that the weakness had to be on top. He looked back at the wall he had used to jump on, but it wasn't high enough to get him to reach the top. The battle had also destroyed most of the nearby trees also.

He focused on Ganondorf as the powerful warrior swung his weapon with incredible speed and force. The Triforce of Power shone brightly with every blow, revealing the man's anger and ferocity.

Link grinned to himself. He found a way to the top. Getting a better grip on his sword and shield, he took a small hop and then charged the man who had defeated him once.

Between one blow and another, Ganondorf glanced at Link. His face scowled into a glare. "Finally got the balls?" he bellowed. "And this is how you do it? Backstab me in the middle of battle? You have no honor, you fucking cunt!"

Link didn't answer. Instead, he tried to time his final sprint to match the inevitable response.

Ganondorf slammed his sword uselessly into the forest beast's leg and then swung back to cut at Link. His hand glowed brilliantly as his speed and strength doubled.

Spotting his opening, Link raced forward. Right as the blade would have cut out his knees, Link hopped up onto the black metal and sprinted for the top.

Ganondorf's eyes grew wide.

Link's bare feet cut along the edges of the blade but the pain was nothing as he timed his steps so one caught the hilt and then the next smashed Ganondorf's face.

With a roar of his own, Ganondorf snapped his sword up to dislodge Link.

Link kicked off from Ganondorf's head and the force of the sword propelled him straight up in a streak of whistling air. The world blurred around him as he shot high above the forest creature before coming to a stop at the apex of his leap.

Flipping over, Link scanned for his target. He found it instantly, a swollen bulb on the back of the creature's head. It looked like a flower of some sort and oozed greenish pus or fluids. Grabbing his hilt with both hands, he brought it down as he landed onto the beast's back.

The blade sank deep into the flower, burying to the hilt with a meaty thunk.

The beast let out an unearthly roar, right on the edge of deafening. Green fluids burst out of the flower and sprayed Link in the face. It deflated almost instantly as the fluids coated Link's body in sticky sweetness.

He tensed as he waited for the inevitable shake that would dislodge him.

It came with a bone-rattling snap that threw him off the forest boss.

Link tensed as he landed hard on the ground. The sharp rocks cut at his bare feet and his collar dug into his neck as he slid a few meters before coming to a halt in a cloud of dust and leaves.

The forest beast staggered back, the green fluids pouring down its inhuman face.

"What was that?" snapped Ganondorf. "How did you do that!?" The black-skinned warrior reached down and grabbed Link by the throat. Lifting him up in the air, Ganondorf shook Link violently twice before repeating himself.

Link gestured up, or at least tried to as he was snapped back and forth. Fresh pains exploded along his neck and spine from the brutal shaking.

"What? Use your damn words!"

Behind him, the creature regained its wits and stepped forward. The ground shook from the impact. Lowering its head, it roar against directly at the two warriors, pelting them with green blood, hunks of leaves and mud, and the foul stench of rotted vegetation.

Ganondorf snarled and threw Link to the ground. He took two steps and slammed his blade into the creature's face. It didn't bounce off, instead it dug deep into the mandible.

The beast lifted its head and spun around. Link saw that the flower had regained its shape. It was vulnerable again, but only from the top.

"Damn you!" bellowed Ganondorf. He tried to strike the knot but his blow missed by a meter. Then the forest boss lifted the bulb high and away from the killing blade.

Ganondorf hammered his sword against the beast again, but the creature caught the blows on its invulnerable legs. After a few rapid blows, it became obvious that the warrior was once again stymied by the creature's superior defenses.

Link glanced up.

"Don't you dare!" snapped Ganondorf, pointing at Link threateningly. "I don't need your damn help! I don't need any help! I got this!" His voice turned into a roar almost as loud as the forest beast's.

Link hesitated and stepped back.

Ganondorf snarled at him and then resumed his attacks. But, like before, he only could reach the invulnerable legs. He started to jump, but his heavy weight and powerful bulk didn't seem to give him the height he needed. He barely made it a meter before he came crashing to the earth.

The forest creature attacked him and he parried the blows before trying again, this time using the might of the Triforce to carry him a few meters higher. He tried to grab the top of the head, but his fingers slipped on the metallic carapace and he tumbled.

Link watched as the dark-skinned warrior leaped to his feet, sweat dripping from his face.

Ganondorf glared at Link and tried again, the Triforce of Power flaring. He managed to get a few meters higher but his blade was nowhere close enough to reaching the top of the forest boss's head.

It didn't stop the Gerudo from using all of his power to attack relentlessly.

Link looked around, wishing he had his hook shot or another way of reaching the top on his own. Somehow, he didn't think that his captor would launch him up again. Frowning, he backed away from the fight and then sprinted around to see if there was something he could use to climb up and attack the flower again.

The battle had left a swath of destruction. Link slowed down as he inspected the remaining trees but most of them were shattered and broken, leaning to one side or the other.

A flash of blue in his peripheral vision was the only alert that he wasn't alone. He spun around and brought the sword to parry as a slender warrior slammed him against a cracked tree.

"Why are you helping him!?" hissed the warrior in a lilting voice through a white mask covering his face. It was the same person Link had seen talking to Telma before. With a start, he remembered the key that the innkeeper had handed over, it had to be for the forest temple.

Link tensed as he found himself staring at the person who had let the spider creature free.

"Don't help him, he's the enemy." The new warriors voice had a strange resonance to it, as if he was speaking through a tube or shell. "He will fail this and his pride will cause his rule to crumble. Why can't you see that? You know he will never be able to defeat the guardian, don't you?"

Link nodded as an anger bubbled up.

"Then why are you helping him!?" The blue-clad warrior said as he shoved Link back against the tree.

Link pointed at the village.

"What?"

He pointed again to the villagers were fleeing. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed in the other direction where he could just make out the buildings of the bokoblin village.

The other man's grip loosened. "Damn it, I should have seen that. He should have lost before it got this close."

Link gave the warrior a hard look.

The stranger glared back. "I've never actually fought him, so how would I know he lasts... damn it. I should have known." He looked at Link and then back. "I'm... I'm Sheik."

Link held up his hands, he didn't speak.

Somehow, Sheik didn't seem to be bothered. Instead, the blond warrior looked up at the beast. "Need help getting to the top?"

Link nodded.

Sheik handed Link something wrapped in fabric while digging into his belt for something else. "You dropped this."

Confused, Link unwrapped it to find his hook shot nestled in the folds. The metal gauntlet had a coil of chain wrapped around it and a hook fitted into the launcher. Probably the best tool he could have in the fight. Surprised, he picked it up. It was his, the exact one had right before the first battle with Ganondorf. Surprised, he went to thank Sheik.

There was a bang and a cloud of smoke.

Link choked on it. Staggering back, he clutched the Hook Shot to his chest as he fled the smoke.

It cleared almost instantly, but Sheik was gone.

Link frowned for a moment, but when he didn't find the warrior again, he returned his attention to the battle ahead of him.

The fight had moved toward the bokoblin village and they were only ten or twenty meters away from crushing buildings and endangering the occupants.

Link hefted his hook shot and aimed toward the forest boss' back. There was a perfect spot right above one of the legs, a ring embedded in the shell. It looked as if the creature had been built for that very purpose.

The hook rocketed out of the device with startling speed and the familiar smell of oil and chemicals. The tip speared through the air and slammed into the ring above the creature's leg.

Link braced himself and hit the button to retract. His slender form was ripped off the ground and he sailed forward. At the top, he caught himself and released the hook before racing over to the top and toward the flower.

With a spin of his sword, he jumped up and speared it again.

It exploded in green fluids, spraying his body.

He clutched his newly recovered tool and his sword to his naked form as he prepared for the bucking. When it came, he sailed across the battle before landing heavily on the ground near Ganondorf.

With sweat dripping off his face, Ganondorf glared at him. "You did that, didn't you?" His eyes dripped down to Link's chest.

Link clutched the hook shot tighter.

The other warrior sniffed and frowned. He stalked closer.

Behind him, the forest boss began to recover.

The smell of sweat and combat surrounded Link as Ganondorf leaned forward until they were millimeters away. The dark-skinned man took a deep breath and his eyes narrowed. Then Ganondorf's eyes widened as he stared straight into Link's.

The punch caught Link in the stomach.

The Triforce of Power shone brilliantly as the blow folded the slender warrior in half before throwing him back with brutal force. The air whistled as the young man flew back, snapping branches before bouncing hard on rocks and shattered trees.

When he landed, Link could only lie on the ground, gasping silently as stars swam across his vision and his lungs refused to work. Clutching his chest, he forced himself to stand.

Ganondorf was back to attacking the creature, hammering it ceaselessly despite his previous attacks being utterly useless. The snarl on his face almost burned with the frustration and anger. He tried to jump up, but his heavy form only reached the top of the beast's mandible before he felt to the ground with a thud.

Link's hand trembled as he retrieved his sword and hook shot. Taking a deep breath, he aimed and fired another chain.

Ganondorf's sword flashed up, knocking the shot out of the air. "You will not help me, Cunt! This is my battle!"

Link rolled his eyes. He walked further away before taking another shot at the loops above the spider's legs. The chain rattled loudly as it speared across the distance.

Ganondorf smashed into the spider's legs with a blow that caused a concussion wave. He stepped forward, swung high, and knocked the shot out of the air with the flat of his blade.

Frustrated and annoyed, Link watched as the chain slumped to the ground. With a twist of his wrist, he retracted it.

Ganondorf's sword sliced through the chain, severing the hook.

The chain whipped faster before it pulled completely in with a thunk that shook Link's arm. He shook it before glaring at the warrior.

"I. Don't. Need. Help!" Ganondorf's voice voice boomed around him. The air rippled around his form as a reddish aura wavered in the air.

It was enough. Link grabbed his sword and sprinted forward. He aimed for the ring, even though there was no grappling hook to catch it.

With a roar, Ganondorf drew back his sword.

Link fired the shot.

The sword swung up to catch it but Link had already dropped his tool.

Throwing all of his might, the slender warrior sprinted past Ganondorf and jumped up on the spider's leg. Before he fell, he launched himself back toward Ganondorf. Flipping over, he caught the flat of the blade for the millisecond needed to kicked himself up and over the spider's leg.

As soon as his feet hit the top edge, he raced over the the flower and pierced it.

The forest boss roared in defeat, kicked up and tossing him off once more.

The ground came rushing up.

Ganondorf's punch caught his side and threw him to the side.

Link hit the ground but the other warrior was already there, his fist driving Link into the ground with brutal force. The impact shattered rock and stone as blood sprayed from Link's mouth.

With an incoherent roar, Ganondorf attacked and again and again, punching and kicking Link across the ground. The impacts came with a flash of the Triforce and Link's body screamed in agony as he was brutalized with inhuman strength and speed.

"You are weak," bellowed the larger warrior, spit spraying against him.

Another punch, a kick.

"I don't need help!"

Ganondorf grabbed Link's head, lifted the slender warrior high into the air, and then smashed Link's face into his knee.

Stunned, Link slumped to the ground with stars in his eyes. His heart pounded in his ear and blood ran down his face. One ear felt broken, but he could seem to regain enough of his senses to reach up to find out.

A heavy boot slammed down on his hand, crushing it against the ground. Dazed, Link couldn't pull away fast enough before thick fingers wrapped around his collar and yanked up. The hard metal dug into his throat, cutting off his breath, before there was a flash and the metal twisted with a screech.

The sharp edge cut Link neck and shoulder as he fell away. He managed to get on his knees and crawl away; he needed just a second and then he could defend himself. Just a second.

Ganondorf's powerful arm reached around his neck and pulled him from the ground. His bare legs kicked helplessly as the muscles bulged and his chin was forced up as the pressure increased on his neck.

Panting, Ganondorf snarled into his aching ear. "You are a trophy, nothing more. You don't help me, I own you. I'm your god! I'm your life!"

He reached ground with his other arm and shoved it between Link's legs before pulling the naked warrior tightly to the sweat and grim-covered armor. The pressure increased as Ganondorf's growl shook him to the core. "You are nothing more than a thing, a trinket. I own you, I will always own you."

Ganondorf crushed Link tighter to his chest. "I will rip your arms and legs off if you ever do that again, do you understand? I will tear everything off until you are nothing but a cock sleeve for me to use and throw away! Understand? Understand!?"

Despite the pain, Link couldn't nod. He couldn't make that promise, not as long as someone needed help. He Looked past the tears in his eyes to see they were in the bokoblin village. Scores of frightened blue-skinned creatures were staring from around corners and out of windows.

"Do you understand!?" bellowed Ganondorf. The arm around Link's neck tightened, forcing his chin up higher as his breath came out in a wheeze.

His position strained his back, stretching him from the arm that had clamped down on his hip and the one around his neck. His naked body, filthy and covered in slime, felt like a rubber band stretched right at the breaking point.

"I own you," snarled Ganondorf, his voice lower.

Then again, "I own everything," but his voice was filled with something else.

The hand between his legs began to work at something. Link could feel the larger warrior's armor being unbuckled and a thrill of anticipation rose inside him. He knew it wasn't going to be entirely enjoyable, but seeing the bokoblins staring at his naked body and his helpless position brought a heat that swelled his little cock.

A heavy thunk of armor dropped to the ground.

"I own the world and you inside it." Ganondorf's voice took on a husky tone. "Your body is mine, this ass is mine."

The swollen head of the slick cock wormed up against Link's cheeks. It was hot and needy. the smell of sweat and the stench of battle grew stronger around them.

The arm tightened around his throat as the Triforce of Power surged again.

Link's entire body tightened even as the cock drove into his ass, spearing him to the balls in a single stroke. The friction was intense, as was the pressure, but then the slender man was filled with hot cock that wasted no time before hammering into him. His legs and arms flailed as he was pummeled with deep strokes.

"Mine!" roared Ganondorf as he fucked Link's abused asshole relentlessly. His cock, larger and hotter than every before, tore in and out of the tight ring. Every ridge felt like a blade as it was plunged into Link's asshole and driven deep into his body before being yanked out.

Link's eyes bulged as his senses were assault.

"This is my asshole to ruin!" roared Ganondorf directly into his ear. Then a sharp pain as the red-haired man bit down on Link's ear.

The intimate yet brutal gesture sent an intense wave of pleasure sparking through Link. He let out a wail as he thrashed helplessly.

The thick cock never stopped, never slowed. Every centimeters buried into his body until the base smashed against Link's tortured ring. The force of the blows swung Ganondorf's larger testicles up to crush Link's.

Then the warrior yanked his cock completely out, leaving a gaping sphincter in its wake. Then he plunged back in with the full force of the Triforce and his own considerable strength.

With the relentless rod slamming against his insides, Link couldn't tell pleasure from pain. But, there was no mistaking the spray of cum that shot out in long ropes in front of him, splattering the ground in a cascade of spurts.

The arm around his neck bore down even more, cutting off Link's breath. The cock never stopped, never slowed, it only speared into Link repeatedly until the young warrior wondered if his asshole would ever be able to clench again.

Ganondorf's teeth dug into Link's broken ear, grinding together as he grunted with every stroke. His entire body was rigid with anger and lust. Hard muscles flex with every stroke as Link was yanked onto the cock almost as much as he was being impaled.

Link's vision grew darker, with black stars eating away at the edges. Through the haze, he could see the bokoblins still staring, some of them in shock and others with smiles on their faces. A few of them were rubbing themselves. He was being abused in front of them and the humiliation only made his cock pumped more ropes across the battle-scarred earth. He couldn't stop coming as much as he couldn't draw even in a single breath.

The brutalizing cock tearing into his body exploded in hot jets of cum. His thrusts never stopped even as the searing liquid splattered across Link's insides, inner thighs, and his asshole. More spurts splashed up between his legs when the cock ripped out of his body and added to the gathering wetness that had painted the ground.

Ganondorf kept coming and thrusting, not stopping for even a moment. With his cock spraying, he jammed it back into Link and resumed his rape. Every thrust felt the same as the first one, harder and brutal. The only change was the labored breathing as the larger warrior asserted his dominance.

Link's lungs burned with the need to breath. It made every thrust feel like a knife cut of the purest pleasure. He danced on the edge of suffocation, pleasure, and pain. It was more intense than any fight.

It wasn't long before he started to come again. His entire body burned from the effort as his small dick twisted and strained to release more cum.

Ganondorf didn't have the same problem as he resumed blasting Link's insides with even more cum. His grunts shook both of their bodies. "M-Mine!" he growled one last time before he released Link and threw him to the ground.

Link smacked into the soaked ground, his cock jerking.

Ganondorf loomed over him, more cum painting across Link's body as the burning hot ropes streaked across the defeated warrior's body.

Link's asshole gaped open, the muscles straining to clamp down. A few of Ganondorf's final orgasm splashed directly into his ass, filling it up like a cum until is overflowed and poured down over his erect shaft.

With a gasp, Ganondorf finally stopped. "Don't you ever forget it," he panted. "Your ass will always be mine."

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Link scrambled to keep to his feet as Ganondorf dragged him through the front gates of the town. His naked body burned from not only the cuts and abrasions from the fight but also the bruises from his captor's violent fucking afterwards. Cum coated the inside of his thighs, adding smears of mud and small leaves to coat his still sore ass. His feet ached after being dragged from the battle site to the front gates.

On both sides of the road, he could see the town folks watching with shock and surprise. There were a few with smiles, but a lot more had pity painted across their faces. He could almost feel their disapproval at his naked body and helplessness. With his feet scuffing on the harsh ground, he considered the choices that brought him there.

No matter how he thought about it, he had made the right one. If he fled, then Ganondorf would have destroyed villages. If he didn't help with defeating the forest boss, then more people would have died or been homeless. What was his life against hundreds of others?

Though, despite the burning in his rear and the humiliation, Link would have made the same decision as before.

The thick fingers jammed into Link's iron collar flexed and Ganondorf's knuckles dug into the Hyrule's throat. With a grunt and a flash of the Triforce of Power, the Gerudo threw Link ahead of him.

Surprised, Link stumbled a few steps before landing heavily on the flagstones surrounding one of the town fountains. He winced at the pain, but he knew that the injury was only a small sliver of the heart icons that he had used see during his adventures. He panted for a moment and then looked up.

Dozens of moblins and bokoblins stood in a crescent before him. Karasa stood in the center, his thick arms crossed ahead of his chest as he stood proudly. Next to him, Pigelo sat nervously on the edge of the fountain. He looked like he was trying to hide behind Karasa.

Ganondorf let out a rumbling breath, almost a growl. His armor creaked as he crossed his own arms. "You lost something," he growled.

Karasa's ear twitched. "He escaped."

Link didn't know what to do. A thin trickle of cum bubbled out of his ass and ran down his thighs. It splashed onto the cobblestone. He closed his eyes and tried to keep the blush from coloring his face and ears. After a second, he opened it up and watched the conversation above him.

Ganondorf grunted. "You let him. You didn't think I could do it."

Karasa's jaw tightened. "Why would I do that, my lord?"

"You doubt me, Karasa. You should not."

"You are my lord and master, I would do no such thing."

Ganondorf said nothing for a moment as he worked his jaw. Then he unfolded his arms to pull out Karasa's sword from his belt. "It's interesting that he somehow also got your precious sword. I know what this means to you, Karasa, and you wouldn't have let him escape with it. Your father made this, didn't he?"

The moblin's shoulders tensed. "You know how skilled he is. Who am I to defeat him."

"He's a fucking cunt, a tiny shit of a man. Are you saying a boy managed to defeat you and the other bokoblins by himself."

Link's cheeks burned as they talked about him as if he was nothing more than an object. He squirmed and tried not to think about the hundreds of eyes staring at him.

Karasa tilted his head.

"Well?" Ganondorf said, brandishing Karasa's weapon. His voice was low and a growl. The Triforce of Power flickered with his thoughts, growing brighter with every second.

A prickle of wariness ran along Link's spine. He could almost hear the music in the back of his head shifting from the jaunty tune of the village into the opening chords of a fight. He pushed himself to his knees and leaned back, his posture shifting from one of humiliating submission into a readiness.

There were no weapons near him. Ganondorf had his hook shot hanging from his belt, but opposite of Link.

Ganondorf's face twitched in a snarl, his red hair standing up as he did. He raised the sword above his head. "You let him go! There is no other way!"

Karasa stepped forward with a glare of his own and one hand raised as if it would stop the blade. "That 'boy' as you said has killed hundreds of my kind. He spent a week in the forest temple and I can't tell you how many of my kin died for a couple rubles. I don't have any love for him, but he is not weak."

"He's pathetic!"

"He almost defeated you!" roared the moblin.

Then, in the stunned silence, Karasa's eyes widened. "F-Fuck."

Link was already launching himself when Ganondorf's Triforce flashed to life. He surged to his feet and stepped forward as Ganondorf held up the sword and then brought it down in a killing blow aimed for Karasa's head.

The moblin clenched his eyes, waiting for death.

Link threw himself forward, slamming his shoulder into the soft paunch of the moblin.

Surprised, Karasa stumbled back. The back of his knees caught the edge of the fountain and Pigelo. With a cry, he fell.

Link spun around to face Ganondorf, standing where the moblin was there less than a second before.

The sword flashed as it came down.

Then stopped less than a millimeter from his nose.

Icy water splashed against Link's back as Karasa fell into the fountain.

Link stared down the blade at Ganondorf, his bright eyes blinking slowly. He should have been terrified, but a calm filled him as he remained still. Somehow, he knew that Ganondorf wouldn't attack him, but that thought hadn't registered until he was in place; he was thankful that his instinct were true but he would have done the same even if Ganondorf had cut him down.

The blade didn't waver as Ganondorf glared at him. The red light of his Triforce shone brightly as he locked eyes with Link. There was a fury and fire in his gaze, one that bore directly into Link's core.

"Fuck me," Pigelo sputtered from the fountain, "that's the real Triforce? I-I thought it was just a tattoo."

A bokoblin nearby gulped. "I was raping his ass last night."

More whispers, mostly of horror and surprise. They continued but Link's focus tightened and they faded away until his world was nothing more than Ganondorf and himself.

"You really want to fight me, Cunt?" growled the Gerudo.

Link shook his head.

"Then what do you want!?" The tip of the sword moved fractionally, dipping until Link could almost feel it caressing his nose. At that distance, a single slice would have cut him open from nose to throat before he could respond.

Link remained still as he waited.

Ganondorf's chest rose and fell. His entire body wavering with the rage gathering inside him. He gripped the hilt of Karasa's sword tighter. "I will break you. I will hurt you."

Link blinked.

"I will tear into your ass until the entire kingdom hears you scream. I will choke you on my cock until you beg to breathe."

Ganondorf snarled and flexed his hands. The end of the sword pommel began to bend inside his grip.

Link held himself still. Inwardly, he was terrified what would happen next but he had no desire to step aside. If Ganondorf was going to lash out, better to be on Link than Karasa.

"Are you willing to suffer that much? For a moblin?"

Link nodded once.

"For the creature that raped you last night?"

One that Ganondorf had handed Link to. The Hyrulean nodded again and there was a ripple of gasps and whispers through both creature and townsfolk.

A breeze kicked up leaves to blow between the two warriors.

The Triforce of Power glowed brightly a heartbeat before Ganondorf let out a bellow of rage that shook the walls. He yanked the sword up and grabbed the tip with his hand. With the blinding light, he brought it down as if to break it on his knee.

Link shook his head once, nearly imperceptible to anyone but the Gerudo raging before him.

Ganondorf yanked the sword away, narrowly avoiding shattering the blade on his knee. Sparks burst from the tip as the sweep cut through the cobblestones. He let out a growl that shook the ground. Taking a step forward, he backhanded Link.

The world exploded into white-hot pain as the slender man flew back, knocking bystanders aside before smashing against the stucco wall of a building. He felt the hard material cracking from the impact and the entire world shuddered violently as the air was driven from his lungs.

With stars streaking across his vision, he saw Ganondorf storm forward toward Karasa.

The gathered bokoblins scattered in a panic, Pigelo surging through the water before flipping over the edge of the fountain.

Fear burned in Karasa's eyes as he struggled to stand up in the water.

Link watched but couldn't feel an immediate danger to the moblin.

The powerful warrior stopped in front of the fountain. With the Triforce still glowing a hellish red, he lifted the sword high and then brought it down into the stone wall surrounding the waters.

A burst of light blinded everyone.

When it faded and he could focus again, he saw that the sword had been impaled into the stone itself. Only the hilt and a hand-span of the blade ws visible as it shook violently.

Link's memories flashed back to when he had found the Master Sword in the same situation. He didn't know what factors allowed him to pull it free, but it had been his companion for much of his adventures... at least until he lost it with the battle with Ganondorf. He wondered where it was now, but his attention remained.

The Gerudo leaned over the sword and spoke to the terrified Karasa. His emotions had been checked, but hatred still dripped from his voice. "I do not wish to see you until you've pulled this sword free and regain your honor. Find someone else to lead the bokoblins or kill yourself, but if you grace my door, I will kill you."

Karasa nodded. "Y-Yes, my lord."

Ganondorf spun on his heel and stomped over to Link. His Triforce flashed with every step and Link could feel the vibrations through the ground.

Link lifted himself to his knees as the red-haired man towered over him. When Ganondorf reached down, he didn't flinch.

Ganondorf grabbed him by throat, his fingers spreading over both sides of the collar. The powerful grip crushed his throat and bent the metal. With a surge of power, he lifted the slender man completely off the ground and stormed toward the palace.

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Link's body crashed into the far side of Ganondorf's bedroom with a dull thud. The taste of blood filled his mouth He groaned as he slumped to the ground. With a struggle, he opened his eyes to see stars floating across him.

The door to the bedroom slammed shut, the force vibrating the windows.

Link blinked past the pain. He pushed himself up to his knees as he tried to clear his head. He could feel the bent iron collar digging into his neck from where the metal had deformed from the Triforce's power.

Ganondorf's footsteps shook the room as he approached.

Link steeled himself for pain even as he struggled to regain his wits.

Powerful hands grabbed his collar and yanked up. The deformed metal dug into Link's trachea as he was yanked to his feet and then off the ground.

With a snarl, Ganondorf lifted Link until they were eye-to-eye and then slammed the smaller warrior's back into the wall. "Listen, you little fuck!" His breath was hot on Link's face. "You are mine!"

He pulled Link back and slammed him again into the hard wall. "You do not ever do that again! You do not get in my way! You do not defy me!"

Link gripped Ganondorf's wrist to lift himself and relieve the pressure of the collar that cut off his breathing.

Ganondorf's slapped his other hand against Link's crotch, the massive hand easily enveloping the tiny cock and balls. A pair of thick fingers jammed into the cleft of Link's cheeks as he tightened his grip between Link's legs. He pulled back and slammed Link's head into the wall again. "You are not better than me! You are my cunt, nothing more! You are nothing! Nothing at all!"

With each word, Ganondorf drove Link against the wall again and again. Link could feel the stone cracking from the force of the blows but couldn't do anything but flail for breath as Ganondorf's attacks stunned his thoughts.

The pressure on Link's balls increased. He didn't need to see the flash of red to know that Ganondorf had activated the Triforce of Power; he could feel it as the powerful man rolled his testicles underneath his thick thumb. The pressure was intense and ripples of agony tore through Link as he felt like his balls were on the verge of being destroyed.

"I could just rip these off." Ganondorf tugged on Link's sack, pulling it tight. "Just turn you into a cunt boy like you deserve."

Tears burned in Link's eyes.

"Look at me, Cunt!"

It took Link's willpower to force his eyes open, to stare into the glare that was only centimeters away. With every tear, he could feel the crushing force threating the castrate him.

Ganondorf's lips were only millimeters away. "You will never defy me again, do you hear? Even if you don't say a word, there will be none of those shakes of disapproval or tiny nods. You don't get to say anything. You don't have a say. I am your truth, I am the answer, I own you!"

Link stared back, unsure of how to answer. The pain was overwhelming, but so was the heated flash that filled his body. He could feel it spreading out across his skin and hardening his cock.

Ganondorf's lips pressed together. Then he squeezed down harder, crushing Link's tiny balls against his body as his two fingers forced their way into Link's tortured asshole. The rough digits were cruel as they stretched the opening apart, sliding on the meager lubrication left behind by his previous rape. "I will never need your help, do you understand?" he said in a low whisper.

His fingers drove deep into Link's sphincter, stretching it painfully apart as he scissored his fingers inside Link. The thick digits ground against Link's prostate, making the small cock grow even harder into the crushing confines of Ganondorf's palm.

Link gasped, tears blurring his vision. As much as he wanted to beg for Ganondorf to stop, his muteness prevented any words from going out. He struggled with his aching hardness as the Gerudo crushed his cock and balls in his grip. His attempts to pull back were halted by the thick fingers twisting inside his ass and the wall behind him.

"Do you understand, Cunt?"

Link squirmed with discomfort. His knuckles were white around Ganondorf's wrist as he continued to pull himself away from the crushing grip on his manhood and to draw in a breath of air through his parted lips.

"Answer me!" Ganondorf shook him violently, knocking his head against the stone wall with his rage.

Link couldn't, even if he wanted to.

"Damn it!" Ganondorf swore. His grip on Link relaxed minutely.

The collar slipped out of the tight fingers and Link drew a deep breath. His head rang from the lack of air. For a moment, the pain in his balls and ass increased as his weight bore down on the twisting fingers.

Ganondorf growled and stretched out his fingers.

Link's weight pulled them free from his ass with a pop. Link's small balls rolled painfully off the Gerudo's palm and fingers before Link slipped completely off and dropped to the hard ground on his knees.

He let out a soft gasp of pain. Even as he squirmed to find a better position, he was distinctly aware that he was trapped in a claustrophobic space between the rock wall and Ganondorf's legs, a gap that caused his head to bump against the ridge of the larger man's manhood and leather armor.

"That's the problem with you," Ganondorf said in a resigned sigh. "You aren't going to stop, are you? You probably can't stop judging any more than I'm going to start running around in a dress."

Link had to tilt his head far back to look up at the eyes that glared down at him.

Ganondorf's words were surprising, calm and let brimming with emotions. "For a cunt who doesn't speak, you sure say a lot."

Link blinked slowly.

"At least with the bitch, I could silence her by shoving my dick into her mouth. You? It doesn't matter." He reached down, his large hand catching Link's jaw.

Link shivered at the touch.

Ganondorf ran his thumb along Link's lips, pressing down until they parted.

Reflexively, Link opened his mouth as Ganondorf shove his thumb into his mouth. It tastes of sweat, leaves, and even Link's own sex. He closed his lips around it, gently holding it as Ganondorf slowly thrust his finger in and out. "Doesn't matter what your mouth says, it's your eyes that speak volumes."

Ganondorf's glare darkened as his thumb drove deeper into Link's mouth. The force thudded the back of Link's skull against the wall. "It's your fucking eyes that talk back. There is no fear there, no horror or surprise. You barely whimper, you barely cry. You just take it."

With every word, he continued to thrust his thumb into Link's mouth, crushing his tongue down to the bottom of Link's mouth with each rough thrust. When he stretched, he tapped the back of the slender man's throat.

Link's body heaved as he struggled with his gag reflex. His vision blurred with the pain of being manhandled, but he couldn't escape the confines or the larger man. He steeled himself against the pain of his head rapping against the rock and tried not to make a noise as he was gagged.

"This really is just a hole to fuck, isn't it?"

There was no answer Link could give.

"Pull me out, Cunt."

Link nodded and reached up. He easily worked open Ganondorf's armor and pulled out the thick, almost black cock. The smell of the large man surrounded Link, bringing a strange warmth suffusing through his body as he looked at the length and swollen head.

Ganondorf pried his mouth open.

Without needing an order, Link opened his mouth further and guided the swelling member to his lips. It felt huge against his lips, pushing them apart as Ganondorf provided the thrust to push it further into his mouth.

Link's head bumped against the wall as the cock thrust against the back of this throat.

"You really are just a cunt, aren't you?" Ganondorf growl as he pulled his thumb again. "I'd think you were a submissive sissy, but there is always a fight in you."

He drew back and rammed his cock into Link's mouth again. The swollen head slammed into Link's throat, stretching it painfully as his lips stretched tightly around the ridged length. It was hot and swollen hin his mouth, straining his jaw even as it brought more waves of heat coursing through his veins.

Link's cock twitched and grew harder as Ganondorf continued to fuck his face. Each stroke was harder and more confident.

"That's how you got Karasa on your side, wasn't it?" The thrust was painfully as Link was driven against the wall.

"A willing cunt that would do anything for him. What did you do, eat his ass?"

Another thrust. When his head hit the wall, Link saw stars.

"Gargle his balls?"

A drive forced the thick member into Link's throat. Ganondorf smacked his hands against the walls and looked up and away from Link. His hips drive forward, plunging his hardness deep into Link's mouth until his pubic hair ground into his nose.

The smell of sweat and battle drowned Link. He could taste his own ass, and the vestiges of the earlier rape, but that only added to the heady mixture of being helplessly pinned against the wall as his throat was raped and torn further open.

Ganondorf growled and pounded Link's face.

Stars exploded across his vision as Link struggled with the urge to fight back. Ganondorf wanted that, he wanted to feel the struggle so he could lash out, but Link couldn't. He shuddered as he brought his hands down to his thighs and clamped down, accepting the hard cock that pried his jaw open until it cracked and stuffed into his throat until any chance of breathing was denied.

Each thrust cracked his head against the wall, but the pain only drove Link's growing excitement. Wet gagging noises slipped out as the larger man pulled out. A river of drool and saliva poured out and coated his chin and chest, splashing into his palms.

The smell of magic filled the air. Rock dust poured down along with shards of shattered stone. Link looked up to see the baleful glow of the Triforce of Power shining in teh room and Ganondorf's fingers digging into the stone as he gained purchase.

Ganondorf slammed his hips harder into Link's face, hammering him into the wall as the cock grew thicker. It plunged deep into his chest, stretching his throat and lips. When it drew out, the wet suctions filled Link's ears, mixing in with his own delicate whimpers and Ganondorf's grunts.

The larger man pummeled Link until the smaller warrior was dizzy with a lack of oxygen and struggling to keep the tears from his eyes. He was being used, abused, and his cock cock strained for release as it stood up between his slender legs.

With a groan, Ganondorf came without slowing down. Jets of cum sprayed into Link's gut, against his spasming throat, and coating his tongue. The thick shaft continued to tear its way in and out, adding the thick cum to everything.

A flash of power and Ganondorf resumed his fucking, pounding harder and faster. Magic fueled each thrust and Link's vision was rocked with stars and bursts of pain along with flashes of lust. Each thrust into his mouth, when his vision was dominated by the patch of red public hair, drove him back against the wall.

Submissively, Link took it as his cock surged with hotness. His fingers dug into his thighs as he struggled against the dizziness from a lack of oxygen and the rush of being dominated by such a powerful man. He knew that he was being hurt, but it was nothing compared to the rush of being used.

Ganondorf came again, painting hot jets across the back of Link's mouth.

The thick fluids caused Link to gag even more, but the sounds were punctuated by the cock that wouldn't stop thrusting inside him. The spray felt like a jet along his throat and down into his belly, hot and liquid and powerful.

The larger man roared as he hammered faster, this time for what felt like hours. The wall was cratered by Link's skull but he had taken on so much in the last months of adventuring that he could take it... barely.

In the corner of his vision, Link could imagine the hearts fading away, one silver a thrust, one full heart with every orgasm that smashed his body against the wall.

Then, just as he was about to lose consciousness, Ganondorf let out a final howl and then rammed his cock hard into Link's throat, forcing the entire length in until his large balls ground against the slender man's chin. They twitched and rolled over him as Ganondorf let loose a torrent of cum that poured directly into Link's belly, filling him with gurgling heat.

Pain radiating from his bruises and his strained jaw, Link couldn't help but look up. His eyes were locked in place by his position and the mute need to communicate.

Ganondorf glared down at him. "It's your fucking eyes. I hate looking into them!"

With a snarl, he stepped back and yanked his shaft from Link's slack lips.

The sudden disappearance of support surprised Link and he slumped forward.

Ganondorf stormed to the other side of the room and yanked open a drawer. Clothes flew everywhere as he pawed through it, and then into the drawer below that. Link saw heavy clothes in reds and blacks fly in all directions.

"No, not here."

Then the red-haired man moved down a drawer and began to pull out dresses and underwear. They were delicate and flowing. He had seen a few of them on Princess Zelda, back when Link had attempted to free her from the tyranny of the man who was now dominating him.

Finally, Ganondorf let out a chuckle and dug his hands into the drawer before pulling something out.

It was a gag of some sort. Instead of a ball in the strap, it looked like a cock or shaft attached to a strap. On the end was a wide part.

"This is what I need."

Link's eyes widened as Ganondorf approached. He knew exactly where it could go, but there was doubt in his eyes.

Ganondorf grabbed Link's chin and shoved his thumb back into his lips. "Open up."

A sudden calmness flooded Link. He opened, opening his mouth as the thick thumb slopped around the cum and saliva that flooded his mouth and coated his chin. His stomach gurgled from the loads of cum that pooled in side. He felt as if he was only going to be used even more.

Ganondorf shoved the dildo gag into his mouth. It was far shorter than the dark-skinned man but the tip tickled up against Link's gag reflex. He shuddered at the sensation of it causing his stomach to heave but Ganondorf was already strapped it around the back of his head and sealing it into place.

Link froze, fighting the itch of having something hard right against the back of his throat. His entire body clenched in an attempt o expel it, but no matter how much he gulped or used his tongue, the thick intruder refused to do anything other than torture him.

Ganondorf smiled as he watched. He stroked his thick shaft. "Not so cocky now, are you?"

Link stared at him, tears in his eyes.

A moment later, the larger man pulled out a pair of blue lace underwear and held it over Link's head. With a cruel grin, he shoved it down over Link's face, blinding him with the tight material that covered his eyes and nose.

The smells of perfume and a musky sweetness flooded his mouth as he was blinded. He had only a hint of the smell from before, it was a woman, though Link had never laid with one. Judging from the previous occupant of the room, he could only assume that Ganondorf had put a pair of Zelda's underwear over his head.

Link shuddered as he grew even harder. He didn't know if it was the blindness or Zelda's scent, but something transformed even the ache of his body into a growing pleasure.

Ganondorf gripped him under the armpits and pulled him to his feet.

Link whimpered around the dildo impaling his mouth as he regained his feet. He only had a moment to balance himself when he ws spun around and shoved face-first into the wall. The movement was cruel and his smashed against the rock as did the tip of his hardness.

Ganondorf's palm smacked the sore part of his skull and ground his face into teh rocks. "Hands up."

Link shuddered as he lifted his hands above his head. He tensed in preparation. When Ganondorf gripped both of his wrists together, he moaned into the gag.

"Fucking cunt," said the larger man. His cock was hard again, this time stretching from the base of Link's spine almost up to his shoulder blades. He pulled Link up, straining the smaller man's body, until Link felt the metal of a torch scone above him.

"Grab it."

Link obeyed. His mouth worked at teh base of the dildo, bringing in the taste of the hard material but also more of the scene of Zelda's panties. It was different than anything he had experienced before, a smell and taste that was sweet and yet intoxicating.

"Don't let go," came the warning growl.

He clamped his hands on the ornamental metal.

It only took a few seconds before Ganondorf had wrapped his wrists in place with a rope or belt.

Link squirmed with discomfort. He was barely able to remain in contact with the ground with his toes. He twisted in his bonds, helpless and blinded, unable to anticipate what the other man would do to him. He tried to release one hand, but his bonds were too tight and he hung there.

"Now," Ganondorf said in his ear. "I don't have to look into those eyes of yours. As I said, Cunt, there will be no back talk. You will not defy me again even if I have to rip them out of your skull."

Link gulped at the cock that filled his mouth. His own shaft was hard as the tip ground against the cracked stone that his skull had made during their violent fucking.

Ganondorf chuckled.

Then Link's ass exploded in pain as Ganondorf smacked his rear.

Link screamed out into his gag. The red-hot agony redoubled with his blindness and helplessness. Unable to see the man behind him, he squirmed in an attempt to escape but there was nowhere to go.

Another smack and then a third. Each one was even more powerful as the force smashed Link into the stone. Ganondorf laughed as he swatted Link's ass again and again, bouncing him off the wall as the glowing heat grew across his entire backside.

By the time the larger man stopped, Link was mewing with discomfort. Then his hot breath washed over Link's sensitive ears. "Not talking back now, are you?"

Link closed his eyes tightly, tears running down his cheeks. He shook his head.

Another spank brought out a cry. Ganondorf's hand was large enough to strike both cheeks at once with the blow driving Link forward until his erection scraped against the wall.

"This time, you won't forget who own your ass."

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The room was dark but Link couldn't sleep. With his arms pulled above his head and after his battle with the forest boss, the tiny discomforts refused to let him relax enough to let slumber take hold. Instead, he would start to slump against the stone wall only to have a twinge of muscle or a scrape bring him to wakefulness.

He rested his forehead against the wall and took a deep breath. The smell of Zelda flooded his nostrils, sweet and musky at the time. He took another breath, drinking it in as he adjusted his shoulders to find another place to relieve the pressure.

His thighs ached from the effort to remain up on his toes. The back of his calves burned with the effort, but if he relented and put more weight on his wrists, the belt that bound him dug into his skin until the pain forced him to adjust.

If Link could doze, he could lose himself in sleep and pass the night away. Instead, the countless aches and twinges and burns made it impossible to not count down every second by the steady beat of his heart.

A tickle in the back of his throat drew his attention to the intruder in his mouth. He gulped at it, cringing at the reflexive urge to gag; if he wasn't careful, it could easily overcome him. Concentrating, he forced himself to not respond to the intruder that filled his mouth, to accept that it was tickling the sensitive part of his body but not to let the clench of muscles or the heave of his stomach in an attempt to escape it.

Taking a long breath, he forced his body to quiet and just enjoy a moment of bliss. If he was lucky, it would mean sleep.

A twinge in his lower back brought his senses back into sharpness.

He let out his breath, his nostrils flaring as he breathed through the material that blinded him. The soft material moulded to his face, caressing him with the silken texture.

Link wondered what the princess looked like when she was pulling on her panties. He didn't have time after Ganondorf mind-controlled her into attacking, before he was able to break her free and then both of them could attack. It felt like years since he had tried to defeat Ganondorf, but it was only days since he lost the battle.

But, the softness of her body against his was still in his memories. He could almost remember her perfume as she rode Epona behind him, her arms holding him tight as they chased down Ganondorf.

A tingling below told him that his manhood had woken up. It stretched out from his body, untouched except for the air. He couldn't feel the length, but the pressure of it standing increased the ache of his tortured balls.

To pass the time, he continued to let his imagination take over. If he couldn't sleep, maybe he could find some relief. Zelda was beautiful and unreachable for most, but there was no question that he had gone far and beyond most men when he took on Ganondorf. Even then, would he ever be an equal to to someone as loved and beautiful as the princess?

What if he won? What if he was the one who she invited to her bed, to strip off her dress for him and let him bury his face into the warmth between her legs that the panties only hinted at? He smiled to himself as he worked his mouth and tried to force himself not to think about the hard length that invaded his mouth but the soft petals against his lips.

His thoughts grew fuzzy and he switched to her breasts. He had felt them against his back as they fought, but what if they were free for his hands? His mouth?

There was a sadness to his fantasies, a realization that he would never feel such a thing. He had lost when Ganondorf defeated him. Zelda would remain forever out of his reach.

No, it wasn't a defeat. It was just another failure but he would succeed. He wasn't sure how, but there would be a time when he would have his chance again.

Link smiled as he felt a new wave of confidence roll through him. Yes, he was currently captured by his opponent, but it was clear that he had more than a few opportunities to escape but didn't take advantage of. He had made his choice, one that he would do a hundred more times.

It was Ganondorf's threat to kill the villages that stopped him. But even Ganondorf had limitations, the fight with the forest boss demonstrated that. He was powerful, more powerful than anything else, but he was also brash and unthinking. He charged forward with little strategy, power without control. His anger was a weakness if it ever came down to a fight again.

Link turned his head to rest his cheek against the stone wall. The coolness felt good as he studied his fights and looked for weakness in his captor.

A crawl sensation down his spine interrupted him. He could feel someone looming behind him, hidden in the darkness.

"You never give up, do you?" came Ganondorf's low growl. In the darkness, it felt like some beast breathing against his back. "I didn't think about it, but when the bokoblins responded to you standing up to me, I wondered if there was something more about that tattoo on your back."

Ganondorf drew his finger up Link's spine, caressing delicately as he worked his way up.

Link's skin crawled with the sensation and his still-hard cock bounced despite his fantasy becoming threatening.

The larger man's finger drew back down to stop at the small of his back. "I've seen the Bitch's Triforce activate, when she made choices for the greater good. I saw when she used strategy and wisdom to work against me. It made it easy to know she was plotting, her tits would glow blue even underneath her dress."

The words were low and angry.

"I almost thought yours was just a tattoo also, a fantasy of some little cunt wanting to have even part of the Triforce. But what I didn't realize is that you needed so little help from this---"

He tapped the Triforce on Link's back.

"---to gain courage. A little bit goes a long way for you, just a flicker of green that can't be seen in the light. Courage doesn't need to be flashy, doesn't it? It just endures."

Link tensed.

Ganondorf's hand reached around to grab Link's cock and balls again. The powerful grip ground down as his hot breath washed against Link's delicate ear. "It doesn't, does it? You are just a submissive bitch that decides to take it. That's what all your power does, just take it."

A clench on his balls sent bolts of pain coursing through Link. He groaned around the dildo that gagged him. After another squeeze, Link forced himself to nod.

Ganondorf chuckled. "You'll be taking a lot from me, aren't you?"

Another nod.

Thick fingers probed his cheeks. The cum had dried over the hours since Link was hung and he could feel the stickiness peeling apart as the digits sought out his tortured ass.

Link trembled as he felt the fingers press against his tiny opening. The pressure grew quickly as Ganondorf thrust in and out, working his finger in until the tight ring relented and Link's sphincter was prided open with a prickling of pain.

The sensations were intense, magnified by the darkness and his blindness, but also by the anticipation. Link craved to feel himself being abused, to be forced to submit. He let out a muted whimper as he pushed his ass back on the fingers, impaling himself even as much as Ganondorf thrust one digit into the smaller man's orifice.

Ganondorf tightened his grip, grinding Link's hardness into his palm as he pushed Link's hips back into his finger. Working the two, he thrust harder into the dry opening.

Link moaned at the pain and at the first hints of pleasure. He did his best to relax his opening as he rocked his hips, driving his hard cock into the rough palm before pushing back into the finger that impaled his ass.

"That's what you want, isn't it? To have my cock buried in your tiny little ass? To fuck you hard until you are dripping with my come."

Ganondorf forced his digit past the second knuckle into Link's asshole. It was cruel and rough, but Link had felt far worse.

The helplessness was intoxicating. Link sank into it, craving the mindlessness of being used and abused. He could almost imagine the swollen knob sliding into his sphincter, filling him up with heated hardness and liquid pleasures.

Ganondorf pulled back and rammed a second finger into Link's ass. The dry digits tore at the delicate opening as he worked them deep while pushing down on his front.

Link's cock slipped between the fingers cupping his balls. The pressure sent waves of pleasure as he thrust into it, coating the gap between two fingers with his pre-cum while he was being penetrated from the other side.

"Such a fucking cunt," Ganondorf said. There was still a growl in his voice, a promise of cruelty that left Link shaking with anticipation. Ganondorf shoved hard, driving his two fingers into Link's asshole with hard strokes.

Link whimpered at the pain and pleasure that flooded his senses. His cock felt good in the tight, slick space. The pain from his abused asshole contrasted with it, to create a heady mixture that made both more intense. He pushed back and as much as he thrust hard, driving his hips back and forth as he fucked himself in his confines.

"You ready for my cock?"

Link nodded.

Ganondorf pulled his fingers out.

Link shuddered with anticipation of being raped and fucked roughly.

The three fingers were jammed against his asshole. The girth was far larger than before, prying the slender man's buttocks apart as Ganondorf drove all three into the tightly-stretched ring of muscle.

Pain burned through Link's senses. He shoved forward to escape it, his cock slipping hard between the fingers cupping him. Then he shuddered before pushing back, forcing himself to impale him as he felt the wiggling fingers probing his insides. They were so thick and hard, moving and twisting inside him.

Pre-cum poured out of his cock as he rocked back and forth, enjoying the pain and submission.

Ganondorf twisted his hands back and forth, screwing Link further open until it felt like the ring would snap. He chuckled as he gripped Link's cock and balls tighter. "There you go, fuck yourself like a cunt. That's what you want, to get off, right?"

There was danger in his voice. Link could hear it and shuddering at the anticipation of betrayal. He knew that Ganondorf wasn't going to fuck him. There was something cruel about to happen, but he didn't care. He would take it, with pleasure and pain.

"There's that glow again. Such a delicate green, a flicker. Even this isn't enough to make you shine, is it?" Ganondorf's voice grew hard. "This is nothing for you, not even a challenge."

He rammed his fingers into Link's asshole, tearing it open as the glow of the Triforce of Power filled the room. The hellish light shone through Zelda's panties but Link didn't care.

Link continued to rock onto the cruel fingers and into the tight confines capturing his cock. It didn't matter what would happen, no matter what the pain, he would lost himself in it and find a release, one way or the other.

Ganondorf's hand bore down, crushing Link's tiny cock between his fingers and his digits digging into the equally small balls. The pain was intense, grinding down as the magically-enhanced power ground everything together and threatened to break Link's bone or crush his nuts. His other hand drove all three fingers deep into his ass and twisted hard, grinding against Link's prostate and sending waves of pain and ecstasy tearing through his body.

Link shuddered once and then came.

Or tried to. His cum couldn't escape the force grinding down on his balls or squeezing his shaft. His muscles pulsed and strained to ejaculate, but with nowhere to go, the only thing happened was a growing ache in his groin as he jerked and shuddered.

Ganondorf twisted hard again. "You aren't worthy of my cock right now, Cunt."

He yanked his fingers out of Link's ass.

Link trembled from the burst of pain. His cock twitched once more and then stopped, the ache of his ruined orgasm spreading through his body.

When Ganondorf released his manhood, it slumped down in defeat. Wet smacks filled the air of the remains of Link's orgasm splattered to the ground but there was no pleasure that came from it. He was spent.

Something hard and smooth jammed up against his ass.

Link gasped with anticipation, but it froze when he realized it wasn't Ganondorf's hard cock but some sort of wedge-shaped device. The end easily penetrated his gapped asshole as it slid deep into his bowels. With every centimeter, it grew thicker until it was straining his anal ring.

He squirmed with discomfort, but Ganondorf just grabbed his hip and held him still as he finished ramming the butt plug into Link's ass. It was huge and thick, the girth wider than Ganondorf. The pressure radiated from Link's rear as his anal ring slid over the widest part and then clamped down, pulling it tight into his tortured ass.

"You don't deserve it," Ganondorf said.

Then Link was left alone, blinded and stuffed from both ends. He groaned into his gag as his body slumped forward. His ruined orgasm drained him, sapping his strength and he could barely hold himself up as his head bobbed down, gently rapping against the stone wall as he was left along with new pains and humiliations to keep him awake.

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It had been two days since Link had defied Ganondorf and he was still being punished. When morning had come and Ganondorf pulled him off the torch sconce, he thought it would be over but the Gerudo had nothing to say other than to rip the plug out of his ass, send him to get cleaned up, and then shove it back in with no compassion or lubrication.

For the last day, Link had been forced to kneel on the stones in the bedroom, his knees spread apart, wrists bound behind his back, and Zelda's panties still covering his face. The dildo gag no longer caused him to gag; after days of having it jammed into the back of his throat, it was just a presence more than in irritation.

He squirmed slightly, feeling the hard mass of the dildo shifting inside his guts. His belly strained against it, flexing to contain the bulge as his movements ground the girth against his prostate. His cock bobbed in front of him. It ached but no one touched it, so he couldn't tell if it was dripping with his need or simply standing out with the constant pressure of the butt plug that invaded his ass.

Link craved release more than anything else. He wasn't always on edge like this before, usually a little masturbation in the woods while camping was more than enough for him, but the constant humiliation and bondage wore at his willpower. He wanted to be used, to be fucked hard in all of his holes, and used as nothing more than a toy.

At the same time, the need to move grew inside him. He had spent weeks running across the countryside, fighting monsters or beasts of all types. He had solved puzzles and flew above the ground.

But his position kept him bound in place, stuck and helpless. The need to move gnawed at his thoughts. He wanted to break free, not to escape Ganondorf but to adventure.

In the back of his head, new fantasies were starting to take place but he fought them. He enjoyed the fight with Ganondorf. He wanted more of that, a battle side-by-side with someone his equal in power but different in skill. It was too easy to see how the two could compliment each other and they would---

Link turned his head. No, he couldn't accept that would happen. Ganondorf had defeated him, there was no world, no time, when they would be allies in battle.

They would never be friends.

But if there was a chance....

He squirmed and twisted again, shifting the plug in his ass to one side. It slid back, grinding back against his prostate and bringing a fresh surge of pleasure coursing through his veins. He moaned as saliva dripped from his stretched lips, splashing down on his chest to add to whatever his constantly hard cock had left on the ground between his knees.

Link let out a shuddering breath through his nose. The last few days were a different type of trial, one of pleasure and pain.

A large hand cupped the side of his face.

Reflexively, he leaned into Ganondorf's palm. His eyes blinked against the soft material if Zelda's panties but he could smell the familiar scent of his captor. The rough skin scraped against his cheek.

Ganondorf yanked the panties from Link's eyes, blinding him with the light.

Shuddering, link looked up into the much taller man's eyes. He expected to see anger, but there was something else, lust. His entire body tense with anticipation as he worked the dildo in his mouth and waited for whatever Ganondorf had for him.

When he got no orders, Link's gaze drifted down. Ganondorf was shirtless and his muscular chest shimmered with sweat and grime. Leaves, grasses, and dirt smeared across his almost black skin. Further below, he wore his trousers. The material strained around his bulk, highlighting the swollen bulge of his manhood and the thick cords of muscles that ran down his legs.

Link tightened his lips around his dildo as he imagined it being replaced by the thick cock towering over him.

Ganondorf loomed over him as he bent over to work at the cuffs that kept Link in place. His thick fingers were deft as he snapped one part of the metal and then the other, the flashes of his Triforce painting the wall red.

Link lifted his head as Ganondorf's cock ground against his face. He couldn't open his lips with the dildo in place, but that didn't stop him from nuzzling the hardness that pressed down. The powerful smell, of sweat and battle and manhood, flooded through him and his cock surged with a hunger that defied his position.

Ganondorf stepped forward as he straightened, his cock keeping in cock with Link's face as he towered over the slender man. Looking down, his eyes bore into Link's as his cock pulsed thorough the thick material separating them.

Link looked up. His lips worked to the side until they were pressed to the base of the thick cock. He could feel the heat and hardness through the trousers and the corners of his mouth quirked in a smile around the dildo that stretched them apart.

"How much are you here because I defeated you and how much because you're a fucking cunt who wants it?"

Ganondorf's voice was a rumble in the room. It seemed to pause the sounds of birds and the din of the outside rattling the windows.

Link didn't answer. He slowly blinked and then worked his lips along the bulge of one testicle and then the other. It didn't matter if he was defeated, his mind was clouded with lust and hunger to think about anything other than the thick cock he was being moulded to accept.

"Was all that fighting just to woe me?"

Link blinked in confusion.

"You almost defeated me. A lucky blow or another strike and it would have been me at your feet. A fucking tiny little shit." Ganondorf's eyes flashed. "But then now you are here, acting like a slut. You haven't even moved your hands even though I freed you."

Surprised, Link realized that he had kept his hands behind his back, his fingers intertwined to keep him in a submissive position. He cocked his head and then shrugged. He had to admit, he was enjoying the pleasure as much as the humiliation.

Ganondorf beckoned with his finger and then stepped back. "Come on, we both stink."

Link lurched forward with the comforting cock no longer pressed against him. Then he stood up. He had to concentrate to pull his hands away from his back.

After so many days of torture and denial, his limbs were shaky and weak. He felt like the first time he had entered the forest temple, with barely three hearts to mark his health and his wooden sword barely able to scratch his opponents.

At the thought of his weapon, he walked along the wall to where he had been bound to the torch sconce. His broken sword remained on the ground, the blade snapped in half and the hilt tossed aside after Ganondorf had ripped it out of his ass. A sadness flowed through Link with the fear that his adventuring days were over.

The sound of Ganondorf's trousers hitting the ground drew Link's attention. The dark skinned man had bent over to pull them down, revealing his taut buttocks and large balls. He stepped out and kicked his clothes away. When he turned around, his half-hard cock stood out like a thick rod of obsidian, setting off the growing hunger in Link's thoughts.

Ganondorf gestured toward the window. "Get the towels from by the window and come here." His voice wsa muted, brimming with emotions but none of the rage that Link had experienced a few days ago.

Obeying, Link padded across the room. Every step caused the butt plug to twist in his guts, grinding along his prostate and sending little thrills of pleasure. His cock was dripping wet, leaving a mark on the ground from the puddle that he had created in his hours of bondage.

At the window, he gathered up the towels. Movement outside caught his attention. Curious, he lifted himself on his heels and looked out.

Karasa was being led away from the fountain by Pigelo. The larger Moblin's shoulders were slumped and he held his hands ahead of him. A thick white cloth was stained with crimson. Looking back, the trail of blood led to the sword still embedded in the rock. Even from a distance, Link could see where the stone had been stained with blood and scraped with tools.

A different type of sadness filled Link. He could see that the moblin was desperate to get his sword back but he wasn't able to retrieve it. It was as important to the red-skinned creature as Link's ruined sword was to him.

Karasa turned back as if to try freeing his sword again but Pigelo forced him toward the lower castle entrance.

"Cunt," came the warning words behind Link.

Link got a tight grip on the towels and brought them over.

Ganondorf was already in the heated bath, his dark skin a shadow underneath the layers of soapy bubbles. His cock stood up, the swollen head an island of darkness among the bright white.

Link carefully set down the towels and then straightened.

When Ganondorf gestured for him to get in, Link did. The hot water stung along the still-healing scrapes and abrasions and he let out a hiss as he sank into the water. The tub was deep and the water lapped at his throat as he sank into the water.

No more orders came, so Link rested his head on the side of the water and then let the hot water seep into his skin. His leg bobbed slowly, brushing against the muscular hardness of the man who defeated him, but neither seemed to do anything about it.

It was strange, bobbing hte water next to Ganondorf, but the unexpected peace felt as good as the softness that caressed him.

After a few minutes, Ganondorf stood up and gestured. "Here, let me take those out."

Surprised, Link got to his feet and then stood between the dark-skinned man's legs. He could feel the heat of the hard cock but Ganondorf didn't try to press himself against him. Instead, his digits worked at the strap holding the dildo in Link's mouth. Then, once it was free, he eased it out.

Link let out a groan as his tingling lips were able to close. His jaw felt strange with it closed, as if it belong pried open. He worked it a few minutes.

"Turn around."

He obeyed.

Ganondorf reached around to cup his cock and balls, holding them tight. They still ached from the earlier torture but this time it was a firm pressure as Ganondorf shifted his hands until Link's hard cock was once again between his fingers. Then clamping down, he reached up with his other hand to work the butt plug embedded in Link's ass. "Bent over and push." Another order without anger or rage.

With a moan, Link bent at the waist and pushed out with his inner muscles. The thick intruder resisted escaping his rectum, but the insistent pressure of the thick fingers ground along his tightly stretched ring until Ganondorf got a trip and pulled.

Link shuddered with pleasure as his sphincter stretched open. It felt good as the hardness slipped out, caressing against tortured nerves. His cock jumped and drooled as he clutched Ganondorf's arm.

When it popped out, he felt hallow and empty.

"Such a gaping hole," Ganondorf said. He tossed the plug aside and then ran his fingers along Link's swollen opening.

Link shuddered with pleasure.

"You can sit."

Thinking that it was an order, Link lowered his hips until he felt Ganondorf's hard cock up against his thigh. Without a word, he reached down to grab the pulsating shaft and lined it up with his gaping opening.

"That isn't---"

It felt good as it slid into the opening. Link moaned as he sank down oit, taking the hard length inside him. It felt like heaven as he sank further down, his body caressing very ridge and thickness as he inched down.

Before he knew it, he was fully impaled on the black cock. With a moan, he let out a soft smile.

"That wasn't what I meant," Ganondorf said. His hand tightened over Link's crotch, holding it tight. His fingers rolled Link's testicle along his tips.

Link froze, his ears burning as he realized that he had willingly impaled himself without being told too. He made to get up but the grip on his crotch tightened.

"No, stay here. This is better."

Ganondorf reached around to bring his arm around Link's chest. Then with a steady pressure, he pulled Link back until the slender man leaned back into his chest.

Link's body slid harder on the cock impaling him. The pressure and heat was nothing like the plug. It was living and pulsating. Each powerful beat of the dark man's cock drummed against all his nerves, setting off little surges of pleasure that caused his length to drool.

Ganondorf rested his large hand over Link's chest, holding him against his muscular chest. He let out a sigh that belayed the flex of hardness inside Link. His legs spread slightly apart, adding more of Link's weight onto his shaft. "This is better, right?"

Link hesitated for only a moment and then nodded. He let his head slump back between the ridges of Ganondorf's pectorals and then relaxed even more, his arms and legs slumping into the hot water to bob lazily.

"I don't understand you." Up close, Ganondorf's voice could be felt more than heard. "If you were any other opponent, you would be raging against me, spitting in my eye, and calling a thousand curses."

Link closed his eyes and listened.

"Opponents don't shove my cock into their ass or kiss my balls without being asked. Not even Zelda did, until I almost broke her. When I forced her to gag on my shaft, I could still see the fire in her eyes."

Link's fantasies from earlier came back. His cock jumped at the thought of Zelda on her knees, sucking on his shaft. What would she look like? With the fire burning in her gaze.

Ganondorf chuckled. "You fancy her?"

Link shrugged.

"Dont like to me. You've seen those soft lips. The world has see those tits straining in that dress."

The images worked against Link, causing him to squirm and tense his inner muscles around the shaft.

Ganondorf lifted his head to chuckle. "You know I've had this cock in every hole of her body?"

It was obvious to Link and he nodded.

"Does that bother you?"

After days of torture and sex, Link realized he didn't care. He shrugged.

Ganondorf laughed, a deep booming that shook Link's world. "You are unlike any opponent I've ever had. I bet you would shove your dick into her sloppy cunt after I blew my load in her, wouldn't you?"

Link's cock jumped.

Ganondorf relaxed his grip to stroke it. "That's right. You'd plunge your dick into the soup pouring out of her cunt. Just drive into her with all your might."

Link moaned as he squirmed.

"And if I shoved your face into that and told you to swill my cum from her snatch, would you?"

Link could almost taste Ganondorf's cum. It mixed with the scent from Zelda's panties that had imprinted into his mind. He could easily drink in both scents and his body grew hot with shame and humiliation. His hips rocked up into Ganondorf's stroking fingers; the movement cause the thick cock inside him to swirl along pleasurable nerves.

"Yeah, you are a submissive cunt. Can you imagine burying your face in those sweet petals as I rail your ass, shoving your entire body tight against her pussy with every stroke?"

Link whimpered as he moved faster, thrusting as he masturbated into Ganondorf's hand. The cock inside his ass was growing harder with their fantasies.

"Or imagine eating her ass as my dick plowed into her garden. You would taste everything as my balls were slapping your face and her cheeks were blinding you to the world." Ganondorf's words were strained as he began to thrust into Link's ass, splashing water and bubbles everywhere as the two men enjoyed a shared fantasy.

Link nodded and whimpered. He clenched his inner muscles as tightly as he could as he ground into the palm that held him.

"I can't wait until I can fuck both of you, shoving my cock into your gaping ass before yanking it out---" He drew half his length out of Link's gaping hole. "---then ramming it into her tight shitter. Back and forth, fucking both of you as you share a sloppy kiss with my cum coating---"

The image was too much for Link. He let out a cry as the day long torture finally broke free. His cock sprayed cum high into the air as every muscles of his body clamped down.

Ganondorf tightened his grip, letting the small cock still spray ropes across the room, and then began to thrust harder and faster himself. His girth plowed into Link, driving deep and harder. Every thrust slammed against Link's poor prostate and sending more jets of cum across the room.

With a groan, he came almost as quickly as Link. The hot sprayed of cum flooded Link's bowels as he shuddered and thrust.

Link came again, this time from the liquid heat the flooded his body. He felt so helpless and excited at the same time. The hope that the fantasy could come trust burned brightly as he lost himself in pleasures.

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The sounds of birds calling out woke up Link. With reflexes honed after so many adventures, he remained still as he listened to his surroundings for other signals even as he registered he was tangled in sheets and among the softness of Ganondorf's bed. He could feel the heat from the dark-skinned man's body against his side, a muscular arm that rested along Link's length with a thumb pressed lightly against the slender man's thigh.

When Link sensed no danger, he opened one eye.

Ganondorf was on his back, his muscular chest a warm brown in the sunlight that speared through the window. His red hair covered his chest, from the well-defined pectorals to the ridges of his abdomen. With each deep breath, his entire body moved as majestically as if a mountain had shifted in slumber.

Link smiled to himself as he slipped out of his sheets. Compared to the days of being forced on his knees or strung up on the torch, spending days in Ganondorf's bed wasn't miserable. The domination continued but so did the unexpected moments of tenderness.

He knew they would also change in an instant. Ganondorf was mercurial, switching moods with the slightest of influences. The man was powerful, both in battle and bed, but he was also wild and uncontrollable.

Padding over the private bathroom, Link relived himself and cleaned himself up. Dried cum covered his body and coated his thighs. Even with a washcloth, he had to scour himself to clean off the leavings that Ganondorf had given him. By the time he was done, his small cock stood up straight and he could feel an ache in his balls from where Ganondorf squeezed too tightly the night before.

At the door, he looked at the slumbering warrior and his smile faltered. Despite losing to Ganondorf and his current situation of experiencing the dark-skinned man's tenderness, there was a growing itch that no bedroom, bondage, or beating could sate. His eyes flickered to the window and he couldn't help but see the glass as bars to a prison cell that he longed to escape.

Link was an adventurer. He spent weeks fighting off creatures, using his mind to solve puzzles, and living out in the wild. Not being able to do any of that had created a seed of anxiety that continued to grow.

His thoughts drove him to disobey Ganondorf, to feel the rage and anger again. He wanted the pain and stress. Link's hand tightened on the door as he thought about the times he was bloodied and bruised, crawling for the entrance of a dungeon after almost being defeated. It was humiliating to have to stagger out without getting his prize, but at the same time, the burning need to succeed sated him in ways no cock could ever match.

Link sighed. He was going to upset Ganondorf again and soon.

He pushed himself away from the bathroom entrance and padded across the room. His slender form barely made a dent in the bed as he crawled up between Ganondorf's legs. The dark limbs were a contrast with the white sheets. Then, where they met, was Link's destination: the limp length of manhood that has violated every hole in Link's body.

With a smile, he settled down on his knees and elbows. Bringing his nose up to the wrinkled balls, he took a deep breath before planting a kiss on one.

Ganondorf's testicle clenched, sliding away from him.

Link caught it with a kiss, sucking on it before releasing it with a pop. Then he moved to the other one, caressing it as it twitched and moved underneath his lips.

Ganondorf's shaft began to swell.

Link nuzzled on both of his lover's balls for a while before working his mouth up to the thickening shaft. He kissed and teased it, sliding his tongue along the thick ridges while tasting the fluids that had dried on it. After so many days, he knew each one as he lapped and sucked his way up to the thickening head.

Giving out a soft moan, he sucked on the tip before releasing it with another little pop.

It smacked down against Ganondorf's belly, bouncing with the impact.

Link grinned and caught it again, sucking on it to lift it up and then releasing it with a pop. Each time, it grew thicker and heavier. Link nuzzled closer, sliding his shoulders against Ganondorf's thighs as he reached up to rest his hands on the muscular limbs and give him balance to bring his head up so he could suck on the rounded end.

Above him, Ganondorf let out a moan in his sleep.

Link mouthed around the crown before taking it into his mouth. The taste of pre-cum was faint but not for long as it began to drool into his mouth. He lapped at the end, sucking and teasing as he rolled the thickness in his lips.

His own hardness ground into the mattress as he squirmed back and forth for a better angle. Tilting Ganondorf's shaft up, he was able to take more of it in his mouth, bobbing up and down with his hands firmly resting on his lover's thighs.

"Now, that is how I like to wake up." Ganondorf's rumble vibrating through the air as his cock surged with his wakefulness.

Link looked up, staring at Ganondorf as he bobbed further. He wasn't trying to push his limits, but to give him a luxurious blow job with no sense of hurry or discomfort.

Ganondorf yawned and then shoved some pillows behind his back. His hips moved with his effort, but Link kept his lips attached to his length as worked his way down.

Pre-cum flooded the slender man's throat and he gulped loudly. His lips glided across swollen veins and deep ridges. He pushed down until it tickled the back of his throat, but there was no reflexive gagging or heaving, just the wet noise of the crown blocking his throat and then popping free.

"Are you going to swallow?"

Link nodded and grinned. He blinked slowly as he took two-thirds of the length into his mouth before looking up while drawing it out of his lips. Each time he did that, Ganondorf's cock swelled hotly in his mouth.

With wet noises escaping his throat, Link thrust his head down onto the thick shaft that had violated every hole of his body. He smiled to himself as he drove deeper.

Then Ganondorf reached out to grab his head.

Without thinking, Link reached out and caught the much larger hand. He pushed it away as he bobbed.

Anger flashed in Ganondorf's eyes. His cock grew even harder as he scowled. The muscles underneath Link's tiny palm tensed as he lifted it up again.

Link pushed down, planting Ganondorf's hand against his skin as he maintained eye contact. He knew it would enrage him, but the anticipation made him harder and wetter than ever before. He wanted to get punished, he wanted to be hate fucked. He didn't understand fully, but it was something he needed.

Ganondorf reached out with his other hand, the Triforce on the back of his palm flashing.

Link caught it and pushed it away.

The scowl deepened.

Link smiled around the thick shaft impaling his mouth and never stopped bobbing. His lips reached the base and his nose buried in the thick patch of pubic hair. The smell of cum and sweat flooded his nostrils as he slowly drew up, enjoying every millimeter of Ganondorf's rigid length slipped out of his tight lips.

Ganondorf lifted his hand.

Link strained to keep it down, but he only succeeded in slowing down the much stronger man from reaching for his head. He knew that as soon as the thick fingers caught his head, he would be face-fucked until Ganondorf was sated but the challenge gave him strength to push away to prolong the inevitable and enrage his captor.

A knock on the door interrupted both of them.

Ganondorf's grip relented. "What!?" he bellowed.

"Sir? I have important news."

With a growl, Ganondorf batted Link's hands away and gripped his head tightly.

Link almost came at the pressure that grabbed his skull or the force that he was rammed down onto the black cock. It punched its way deep into his throat, cutting off his breath.

"Can it wait!?" snarled the warrior.

"I'm sorry, you said if our spies saw anyone heading into the water temple area, to tell you right away."

Ganondorf gasped and then rammed Link hard down on his cock.

Link flinched as he was ground into the base, the thick shaft plugging up his throat. His body grew hot with desire as he forced himself to clasp his hands behind his back, to surrender completely to the man who controlled his body.

"Come in!" Ganondorf said with a gasp. He lifted Link and slammed him down again, fucking Link's mouth like a cunt with short strokes that left stars flowing in the smaller man's vision.

A bokoblin entered, then gasped in surprise. "M-My lord. I'll come back---"

"Just speak!" Ganondorf snarled with a gasp of his own. He hammered Link down, each thud more powerful than the other one.

Link's cock grew harder as if he could feel the bokoblin staring at him with shock. Being used as nothing more than a hole was exciting even though the humiliation caused his cheeks to burn brightly.

"I-I... my troops saw a stranger enter the temple. It was a guy, slender, with a blue and white. It looked like a Sheikah, but there were no others in the area."

Even with his face being rammed into Ganondorf's cock, Link knew exactly who the bokoblin was talking about: Sheik. The strange guy had given him his hook shot but he had also implied that he was the one who freed the forest boss to rage across the land. Hope rose up as he thought about the warrior, a tiny shred of hope that maybe Ganondorf would bring him along.

"Where did he go!?" Ganondorf's voice was distracted and furious as he pumped Link up and down. His cock was huge, straining Link's jaw as he used Link even more. Pre-cum and saliva drooled down his length, soaking in his curly hairs for Link's face to smash into. On either side of Link, his thighs clenched.

"H-He... um...."

"Spit it out!" Ganondorf rammed Link's face down with every word. His testicles grew tight with his growing pleasure.

Link's thoughts were heady with excitement and flushed with his lust. He wanted to feel Ganondorf's orgasm paint his throat and face. The need to be used fought with the hope that he could go out on an adventure to discover what Sheik wsa doing.

"So-Sorry! There was a hidden entrance we haven't seen before. It went into some sort of stairs leading below the old temple. There were traps and we lost a bunch of my men. I came back to tell you, as you ordered."

Ganondorf shoved Link's head down and held it tightly, grinding his palms into the poor man's skull as his cock surged and swelled. Then a hot flood of cum poured out and barreled down Link's throat.

With the humiliation of knowing others were watching, his own lust, and his helplessness, Link came hard into the sheets. He moaned as he clutched his wrists together, enjoying every pulse of the thick shaft that stretched him open.

Ganondorf ground Link's face into his base until the last of the cum poured out. Then he pulled the smaller man free.

Link gasped for breath, his cock still spraying cum into the sheets.

Without a word, Ganondorf wiped his cock across Link's face, leaving a smear of cum on his nose, cheeks, and lips. Then he shoved Link off the bed before standing himself.

Link tumbled back before landing on his knees. He glanced toward the door to see the bokoblin staring with wide eyes. A surge of humiliation flooded Link's thoughts as he realize that the other creatures would know the full extent of his submission.

His cock jumped at the thought.

"Get out!" roared Ganondorf. He wiped the end of his cock and smeared it on Link's shoulder before shoving him aside.

By the time Link turned around, the Gerudo was dressing his armor.

Link looked hopeful, desperately wishing he could beg to come along. It didn't matter if Ganondorf would use and rape him, Link wanted to explore. He could gladly do it naked or wearing a collar, none of it would stop him if he could just move.

Neither said anything with the rustle of leather and the clink of armor. Ganondorf's eyes never looked back at Link as he finished belting his armor and pulled out his massive sword to inspect it.

Their eyes met in the reflection of the blade.

Ganondorf glared at Link. "What!?"

Link gave his best pleading look. Then pointedly looked at the ruined remains of his wooden sword and back again.

For the briefest of moments, Ganondorf looked like he would invite Link along. Then, it was crushed with a flash. "N-No, you stay here."

Link's shoulders slumped.

"Don't give me that. I don't need your help. I will never need your help," Ganondorf snarled as he rammed his sword into his sheath. "You stay here, in the room, or I will kill everyone you know."

Even as he said it, the timber of his voice sounded off. The threat felt empty and hallow, as if the anger behind the words had been lost.

Link sighed and looked away to avoid showing Ganondorf his disappointment. Absentmindedly, he reached up to push some of the cum on his face into his mouth. The salty taste lingered on his tongue.

Ganondorf's boots shook the ground as he stormed out of the room.

Link closed his eyes. If he didn't resist, maybe he would have gone. If he had just been submissive like Ganondorf demanded, would it have ended differently? Maybe it wouldn't have mattered. But the chance was so close and he had missed it. The longing cut into his thoughts.

"Cunt!"

He jumped and looked up to see Ganondorf peering inside. The warrior's red hair was sticking out in a side as he scowled at Link. "You... aren't going to obey, are you? You are going to be running right out of this room as soon as I'm gone?"

Link shrugged.

The Gerudo's eyes softened. "But you'll still be here when I return?"

A nod. There was no question that Link wasn't going to leave, there was both obligation, lust, and submission that kept him chained to Ganondorf in ways that even Link couldn't fully understand.

Ganondorf worked his jaw. "Fine. Stay within the castle walls while I'm gone, but you are to remain unarmed and... and... you either have to wear panties or a shirt but nothing else."

There was something else unsaid, but it was hidden under Ganondorf's emotions. Link could almost feel it coming out but then Ganondorf looked away with a cough. The moment passed and the words remained untold.

Link sighed but he nodded. The idea of walking around the castle wearing Zelda's panties sent a little thrill through him, but it was nothing compared to the hope of going to the Water Temple.

Ganondorf let out a sight as his eyes softened. "Just... don't let anyone forget you're my cunt, not my... friend. You are not a guest. You are my prisoner. Do you understand?"

Relived, Link nodded more firmly.

"I'll back back in two days and I'll be asking how you behave. If anyone even hints that you disobeyed, then you're... going to regret it for a long time."

With that, Ganondorf stormed off.

Link smiled to himself. At least he would get to visit the rest of the castle, even if he had to do it with his cock and balls hanging out or with every bokoblin seeing him wearing panties. His length grew harder at the images that flowed through his thoughts.

He stood up and headed over to the window to see Ganondorf leave.

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Link sat on the edge of the tub and watched the streamers of bubbles circling the drain before being sucked into the dark hole. In many ways, his own thoughts felt the same but the spiral of anxiety and worry lead to a pit of darkness that he couldn't fathom.

Ganondorf left two days earlier and there was no sign of his return. In the distance, storm clouds had gathered over the area where the warrior had gone, but the storms remained fixed in place as if to indicate that something had gone wrong.

Link's mind kept going back to the fight with the Forest Boss. Ganondorf was powerful but he get lost in the fight. Most of the massive creatures in the temples required puzzles to reach and tricks to defeat. He had no doubt Ganondorf would eventually defeat him---the Gerudo did have the Triforce of Power---but how long would it take and who would get hurt along the way.

He groaned and lifted his wrinkled toes from the water. It felt wrong lounging around in soft blankets and taking baths. The pampered pleasures were nice for a period of time, but he needed the roughness of sleeping on the ground or the scrape of battle to truly enjoy them. At the moment, without anyone to share, they were just empty motions.

Yet he couldn't make himself leave the room. He glanced at the door and wondered why he didn't want to. It wasn't fear that did it, he could have pushed past that easily. Even the idea of being humiliated by following Ganondorf's rules brought a flickering of lust.

His staying was something else, a desire to obey. It brought a different type of thrill at the idea of Ganondorf being surprised that he was still waiting. But, his spiralling thoughts also wondered if there would be disappointment. It was clear that Ganondorf enjoyed punishing Link as much Link enjoyed the moments of disobedience. However, he wasn't with Ganondorf for those very acts of defiance.

Link sighed and stood up. He circled the room to stop at his broken wooden sword. After Ganondorf had left, Link had moved it to a table. The shattered blade left him feeling empty, it had been a long time since he didn't have a weapon and now the Master Sword was unavailable and his childhood weapon utterly destroyed in a fit of anger.

He ran his finger along the splintered wood before he continued his pacing. He lithely jumped up on the bed and walked across it. The urge to throw himself was fading as quickly as Ganondorf's scent did. The maids came every day to change the sheets and blankets and, with each change, a little of Ganondorf's presence faded.

After circling the room twice, Link decided to stop at the window. It gave him a view of the city and the courtyard. If he was lucky, he would see Ganondorf returning.

But, as he approached, he could still see the clouds over the water temple and his hopes broke. He sighed but continued, leaning on the sill to peer down at the entrance of the castle.

The usual bustle remained, maybe subdued without Ganondorf present, but there was always deliveries to be made, guards being sent out to patrol, and the occasional random person. His eyes flickered down to the fountain.

Pigelo stood on the edge of the fountain, his small body straining to pull Karasa's sword free. Around his feet, there were piles of discarded tools. Broken hammers, chisels, and boards all showed the day long effort the bokoblin had been struggling to free the weapon.

Link frowned. The sword obviously meant a lot to Karasa if Pigelo had been spending at least four days trying to free it. He had seen Karasa also trying, but the moblin hadn't tried in days.

In that moment, a decision had been made.

He had to go down and help.

It was the right thing to do.

Link pushed away from the mirror and hurried over to the dresser with Zelda's clothes. He could have just dressed in his own clothes, but they were nowhere in teh room. Ganondorf's wouldn't fit his slender frame and weren't an option. But the idea of wearing Zelda's clothes had stuck in his head and he already knew he was going down wearing nothing but a pair of her silk wrapped over his manhood.

By the time he pulled out a black thong, his cock was hard. He smiled to himself as he enjoyed the realization he was going to obey Ganondorf and utterly humiliate himself before the others. It brought a surge of lust as he slipped into the soft material and pulled it up; Zelda had the an insignia of the Triforce on the front and it wrapped over the ridge of his erection when he pulled it into place.

It felt strange having the thin material up between his taut buttocks. It also clung to his body. He looked at himself in the mirror, twisting back and forth as he admired what he saw. His lithe but muscular body looked good in Zelda's thong and he could almost imagine the look of lust in Ganondorf's eyes.

Link's cock was harder than ever as he opened the door.

On the other side, a maid took one look at him and then gasped with surprise. She stepped back as Link inched himself forward out of the room and into the hallway.

He could feel the Triforce of Courage along his senses. The delicate power was a caress along his back, a whisper of breath as he took one step and then the other.

Others stopped and stared as he made his way down the stairs.

His cheeks were burning brightly as he walked past them almost naked. He couldn't stop though, he had a mission to follow. But that didn't stop the gazes and noises to inflame his lust and burn his skin.

By the time he got to the front door, he could feel the patch of wetness soaking through the fabric. The faint smell of Zelda's sex mixed in with his own and he couldn't help but wondered what it would be like if they were both wearing nothing but a black thong.

Pigelo didn't notice Link until the Hyrulean was only a few meters away. The bokoblin let out a shriek and stumbled back. His foot caught on a discarded crowbar and he pitched toward the water.

Link covered the distance in a flash, jumping over to grab Karasa's sword hilt with one hand and grabbing the bokoblin's belt with the other.

Pigelo windmilled his hands for balance.

Link pulled him back to his feet. The two stood next to each other, balanced on the stone wall that kept the water from spilling out across the courtyard.

Pigelo's ears fluttered. "T-Thanks. I know it's just water, but... I was..." His eyes dropped down to where Link held onto the hilt with his left hand.

Link glanced down. It felt comforting to have a sword in his hand, even if it barely moved with the blade embedded into the rock. He thought about the power that had driven it into place, the sheer power of the Triforce and Ganondorf's rage. It would take an equally powerful force to yank it free.

A green light flashed across the courtyard as he casually pulled the sword free. It wasn't any more effort than the first time he claimed the Master Sword; the rock didn't resist him. He inspected it briefly before handing it over. By the time Pigelo's hands grasped the hilt, the light from Link's Triforce had faded into a vague memory.

Pigelo's eyes were wide with fright and surprise. With shaking hands, he took the blade. He stumbled as he jumped off the fountain. He looked down at the blade and then back up to Link. "D-Did you know you could do that?"

Link shrugged.

"Are you going to take it to Karasa?"

Link shook his head and then gestured to Pigelo.

"M-Me?"

Link nodded. He jumped off the fountain and gathered up the discarded tools and carefully stacked them up on the fountain wall. The only sign that the sword was there was a small slit in the stone.

It took him ten minutes to clean up. By the time he finished, the crowds had left the courtyard. Even Pigelo was gone.

Link smiled to himself.

With no one to humiliate himself, there was little reason for Link to get out. He considered going into town, but Ganondorf said to remain in the castle. Instead, he decided to head into the kitchen to get some food and maybe wander a little before heading back to the room.

The longing to keep running rose up. He needed to do something: spar, fight, or even find a puzzle to solve. If he was lucky, there was be some trap somewhere in the castle that could challenge him.

Brushing the dust off his panties, he headed toward the entrance of the castle.

Karasa burst out from side door. The large moblin's eyes shimmered in the light as he scanned the courtyard. Then his gaze locked with Link's.

Link tensed, unsure of what Karasa wanted.

Karasa charged.

A thousand responses raced through Link's thoughts. He stopped on the simplest and stood his ground, waiting for whatever blow came.

The red-skinned moblin picked Link up and ground him tight against his belly. "Thank you!" he said with a sob. "Thank you so much."

Link relaxed as he was held tight. Despite Karasa's muscles, his gut was soft and comforting, like a pillow, and there was something almost cuddly about the moblin. Link forced himself to relax. Then, with a smile, he closed his eyes and rested his cheek on Karasa's shoulder.

Karasa set Link down. He stepped back and wiped a tear from his eyes. "I don't know why you did it, but thank you. I can't tell you much much losing my daddy's blade was gutting me."

Link gave him a smile.

"Pigelo said you used your powers?"

Link shrugged.

"Why?"

Another shrug.

"Of course you aren't going to tell me, you aren't really one for talking, are you?"

Link shook his head with a smile.

"Can I give you anything?"

After thinking about a second, Link shook his head.

Pigelo came up behind Karasa. He looked surprise and happy. His eyes were also shimmering with unshed tears. Link continued to be surprised by the closeness and compassion that the bokoblins had for each other.

Karasa looked at him and then back to Link. "Then, if you will take a reward, will you join me and mine for dinner?" He laughed and clapped Link on the shoulder. "Gang fucking you is optional."

Link lurched from the clap. He glanced down at the erection visible in his panties at the thought of being used by the moblins and bokoblins like before. Then, he shrugged and then gave a nod.

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The moblin's hand grabbed Link by his ears and shoved down, grinding Link's cheeks into the wooden table. With a growl of lust, he lined up his thick cock to the smaller man's gaping hole and rammed it to the hilt in a single thrust. The impact shook the table, sending the already knocked over goblins rolling around and a plate clattering to the ground.

Link moaned at the pleasure of being filled again. Thin lines of drool and cum oozed from both sides of his mouth as he closed his eyes, pushing back on the shaft as it hammered against his prostate. He reached out and gripped at the gaps between the long boards that made up the table.

"Take it, you fucking cunt!" roared the Moblin. His hips drove forward, smashing Link into the table in rapid strokes. His belly rolled over Link's buttocks while the large balls swung to ram into Link's smaller ones with little bursts of pleasure and pain.

Every nerve along Link's passage was tingling with lust, adding the long lines of drool that dribbled from his cock. He was hard again despite coming so many times. His fingernails dug into the table as he shoved back against the driving shaft.

The claws dug into the side of his face as the thrusting grew faster. Then, the moblin slapped his other palm on Link's head and shoved down as he began to hammer in faster and harder. The pressure built as the moblin threw his weight into Link's body.

The thrill of being pinned in place and used as nothing more than a fuck hole fought with the growing concern as the claws began to dimple his flesh. The sharp points magnified his pleasure and he opened his eyes to stare mindlessly out as he shuddered with another orgasm.

Karasa cleared his throat.

The moblin raping Link's ass didn't stop. Every ridge of his cock rasped along Link's abused nerves. The thick head punched deep into the Hyrulean's rectum, stretching it tightly around as the entire length swelled. His grip tightened with every thrust.

The scrape of a sword being unsheathed sharpened Link's attention. He looked up to see Karasa standing opposite of him, naked as the other moblins and bokoblins. He had his sword out, but the the blade was not aimed at Link but the moblin fucking him.

"You draw blood," growled the Moblin, "and I'm cutting off your balls."

The moblin relaxed his grip instantly. His cock slowed down, withdrawing.

Link whimpered and tried to push back.

"No, keep fucking him. Rail that cunt until he cums again." Karasa lowered his sword.

But the rush and passion had broken. The moblin snarled with frustration and then yanked his cock out, leaving Link feeling empty and hollow.

Link sighed as he slumped on the table. Thick rivulets of cum poured out of his ass, rolling down his legs to splash off his feet which didn't quite reach the table. He could feel the cooling cum drip off his toes as his limbs swung back and forth.

Karasa sheathed his sword. He bent over the table. "Did you get enough?"

Link lifted his head to lick the cum from his lip. He sighed and then shrugged.

Karasa's eyes narrowed. "Do you need me to go around and fuck---"

Link's ears perked up.

The moblin chuckled. "Fine, but six is going to be it."

Pushing into his lust-filled thoughts, Link tried to remember six rounds. Karasa had only fucked him thrice, one in the mouth and two in his ass. He frowned.

Karasa gestured down the table. "Your sister took my load three---"

"I'm not his fucking sister!" snapped Linkle before she jammed her mouth back ont the bokoblin she was blowing. She gave two deep strokes, her lips grinding to the base of the blue shaft before she pulled up. "How many times do we have to tell you?"

The moblin looked at Link and then Linkle and then back to Link. There was such frustration and confusion that Link couldn't help but laugh.

Karasa rolled his eyes. He stepped back, his thick shaft already bobbing with his excitement. "You might not be, but you have to admit you have the same hair color--"

"Not the same, I'm brighter."

"---hair style---"

"I have ribbons, he doesn't---" Linkle stopped as the bokoblin grabbed her face. She turned and open her mouth as he began to spray her face with his seed.

Karasa's voice continued as he walked around the table. "Same ass, same ears, and you both make the same fucking noise when I ram my dick into your ass!"

Link sighed as he slumped the table. Even though he didn't know what to expect, the surprisingly friendly interactions with all the bokoblins in the castle, the good food, and rough fucking had quieted much of his anxiety. He felt liquid and sated, filled in a way that temporarily filled the hole that Ganondorf had somehow made.

Karasa stopped behind Link. He smacked his sword on the table next to Link before reaching back. His thick hands stroked Link's buttocks before he used his thick thumbs to spread the slender man's cheeks.

Link moaned happily and arched his back.

"I never get tired of seeing you do that." The deep rumble felt good as Karasa ran his thumb around Link's hole before plunging his thumb inside. His claw scraped against the sensitive opening but didn't break skin. With a growl of his own, he pumped in and out. "Do you want it hard or slow?"

Link shrugged.

Karasa groaned and Link could almost hear him roll his eyes. "You just take everything thrown at you, right?"

Link nodded with a grin. His eyes were half-closed as he focused on the pleasurable senses of being tenderly caressed. He knew the rougher fucking would come soon enough and the contrast was delicious as the submission. He rocked his hips as he spread his fingers over the table.

"Got enough to eat?"

With a silent laugh, Link nodded. His belly was full, both with the meal earlier and the loads of cum that happily gurgled in his belly. The pressure of the table ground against him, adding a faint sense of being full in other ways. He licked his lips and nodded again.

The moblin spread Link's cheeks further apart. The heat of his body washed over the delicate skin as he stepped forward. His gut rolled over Link's back as his thick length slipped up between Link's legs to measure against the much smaller length.

Link shivered at the brief sensation of having something thick sprouting out from his groin. Then, as Karasa pulled back to impale him, he lost himself in the roll of his shaft and balls rolling over the moblin's shaft.

The swollen head nuzzled against Link's base before slipping through the cum and juices to lodge itself into the stretched-open hole. Karasa stepped forward and his cock plunged into Link.

The leader of the moblins was much larger than the previous lover. The rounded head strained Link's hole before it stretched his insides. Wet burps slipped out as air and cum were displaced by the thick intruder plunging deep.

It thudded against Link's prostate. The heavy weight and tight pressure ground down on the pleasure and Link's cock jumped in response. He couldn't see or feel if he was coming, but it didn't matter. He just pushed back against the shaft until it was seated fully in his body.

"So hot," growled Karasa.

Link sighed happily.

"You decide if you want it hard or slow?"

Link shrugged and then grinned.

"Then I'm going to take my time." Karasa gripped Link's hips tightly, his claws almost breaking skin. Then he pulled his shaft out and drove it back. It wasn't a frantic pounding, but long strokes that brought the swollen head to tease against Link's ring before it drove deep.

As the waves of pleasure built up, Link's dangling toes curled up with pleasure. He tightened his grip on the table as he moaned.

Karasa took his time, but he never stopped. Each stroke felt like an eternity of moving, an endless girth of ridges and bumps sliding along Link's tortured opening. When he was inside and his balls rolled against Link's, the thick crown pulsed deep.

He pulled back and thrust in again, a steady motion that had incredible force behind it as he railed Link with such an intensity that the rest of the world faded away.

"If he doesn't come home soon, you're going after him." Link didn't have to guess who Karasa spoke about. It was also not phrased a question, but a statement.

Even as he was pushing back on the cock, Link nodded.

"Do you love him?"

The same question had bubbled through Link's thoughts before. He didn't have an answer so he shrugged.

Karasa's grip tightened as he twisted his hips, swirling his length inside Link's insides, before drawing out. "Does he love you?"

Link froze at the question. As his mind spun, his body jerked back and forth on Karasa's thrusts. He was surprised that he couldn't answer it either, though he wanted to say yes, he knew there was something between them that couldn't be expressed in such an emotion.

"Does it matter to you?"

Link shook his head.

Karasa grunted. "You'll need a sword."

Link moaned and pushed back with a nod. He thought back to his shattered wooden sword and felt a clinging.

"Take mine."

Link's entire body tensed, the pressure increasing around the thrusting shaft until it stopped moving inside him. His eyes widened as he looked back at the red-skinned moblin that was fucking him.

Karasa looked serious. He tried to shove forward, but his dick didn't move in the vise-like grip. A green light painted across his body from the Triforce that had activated along Link's skin. It gave him more strength.

Link shook his head.

Karasa glared at him. "Take it!"

Another shake. Link couldn't take anything so precious away from Karasa, not seeing how much it hurt Karasa to lose it.

The moblin reached out, his claws stretching. Grabbing Link's face, he shoved forward and drove Link's head down into the table.

The rounding bang shook the table. Plates and goblets rolled off as it was shoved forward half a meter.

Link started to fight but then Karasa's cock managed to surge past the tight grip of Link's inner walls. The hardness drove deep into his body, setting off a wave of pleasure. When it slammed into his prostate, an explosion of white-hot pleasure tore through the slender man's senses.

Karasa tightened his grip, his claws dimpling Link's skin. "Take it, you fucking cunt!"

He yanked his cock out and then slammed it home again. He snarled loudly. "Take my sword because it is the most precious thing I have!"

Link's resistance faltered.

Karasa's roar beat against the walls of the table, silencing the sounds of fucking and eating from the others. His bulge rolled over Link's back as his thick shaft continued to spear into the Hyrulean's tortured hole. "Take it to save my lord!"

He yanked his cock and slammed it home again. The force drove the table forward again. Each stroke grew rougher and more violent, pounding Link's body into the table. Trickles blood began to roll down Link's brow as the moblin.

Link shuddered with pleasure. His eyes locked on the sword next to him. A sense of duty rose up, painting the room in an intense green glow that drowned out every other light.

"I serve my lord. It doesn't matter if its my life or my sword. To do that, I will force you to take it! So. You. Will. Take. My. Sword!" Each word came with a pounding thrust that shoved the table and set off an explosion tearing thorough Link's senses.

Link reached out for the sword, his fingers scratching against the table as it remained before him. The hammering cock continued to pummel him, sending off waves of pleasure that made it hard to focus as he stretched for the weapon.

The moblin made no effort to bring the weapon to him. It had to be Link's choice.

Link took a deep breath, shoved back on the cock dominating his senses, and grabbed the sword. At the touch, he could feel a ringing of music burst through his senses as an orgasm blossomed inside him. With a moan, he clamped his hand down on the table and shuddered with pleasure.

Karasa let out a roar as his cock sprayed cum into Link's insides, flooding without the shaft slowing or ceasing the endless thrusting. Soon, his cum poured out of the junctions of their bodies, adding to the puddle of pleasure that grew just below Link's toes.

Link's grip on the precious sword tightened. He moaned and shoved back, his world lost in pleasure and anticipation. He was going after Ganondorf in the morning. He was going to save the man who needed him.

The moblin's cock slowed but didn't stop. "F-Fuck," gasped Karasa. "That was unexpected."

Linkle knelt in front of Link. Her slender thighs spread open to reveal her dribbling slit. "Here you go," she said in a whisper. "Why don't you eat out little sis' pussy?"

Link smiled and then drew his free hand to pull her cheeks closer. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her hairless sex. Her slit was sloppy with bokoblin and moblin cum, hot and scalding. He moaned and lapped at her.

"Oh, that's good."

Karasa cleared his throat as his cock swelled inside Link's ass.

"What?" asked Linkle.

"I thought you weren't related."

"Oh, give it a rest, Daddy." Linkle had started calling Karasa that over dinner, which set off the orgy that Link had been enjoying. "We aren't even closely related, but you are a perv and like the idea of you're fucking twins, aren't you? Just want to fuck both of us at the same time?"

Karasa's growl was the only answer he could give.

Link grinned into Linkle's pussy. Her juices were sweet and delicate. The contrast to the familiar thickness of bokoblin cum was delectable and he worked his mouth up to her clitoris to suck on the hard nub of pleasure.

"Oh yes, suck on sis' clitty!" Link had to admit, Linkle's moan was almost like his own. It was soft and kittenish.

Karasa began to thrust again into Link's ass, driving with wet squelches as he displaced his own orgasm with powerful thrusts.

Link released the sword to slid his fingers into Link's tight hole. He used his finger tips to scoop out gobs of cum. He sucked it down before working his mouth down to the source.

With a moan of her own, Linkle leaned back. "Remember, Daddy, this is a one time thing. You don't get to use---"

Karasa reached out and grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her close, ramming her pussy against Link's mouth. "Listen, Bitch. I get it. But right now, I'm going to fuck your brother's ass until there is cum pouring out of him, and then I'm going to shove your face into it to clean him out."

Linkle's legs clenched tightly as she came. Squirts of juices flooded Link's mouth as she shuddered in ecstasy. She gripped Link's ears to hold him in place as she leaned forward. "Yes, Daddy," she said in a quiet, girlish voice. Then she kissed the moblin.

Karasa continued to fuck Link's ass with long, deep strokes as he kissed Linkle passionately. One hand continued to hold Link's head, this time to grind it into Link's pussy while the other held Linkle close to him.

Link swallowed the juices flowing into his mouth but soon he was lapping at the cleaned out pussy of his near-twin. He tried to move down, but her position made it difficult. He gulped loudly and returned to her clitoris.

"D-Daddy?" asked Linkle.

"Yes, Baby Girl," Karasa said, his cock swelled in his obvious enjoyment of their fantasy.

"Can I go with big brother?"

Both Link and Karasa froze.

Linkle moaned and kissed Karasa's nose before she said, "He needs helps and I need to get some more loot. If I go with, maybe we can save your lord. And then... when I get back, Big Daddy can fuck his little girl again? I need your dick in my little puss so badly."

Karasa's cock exploded inside Link's ass. He groaned as he gripped both of them tighter. "Y-Yes!" he bellowed as he rammed himself home one last time to fill Link's insides with scaling hot cum.

Linkle glanced down, her ears quivering with a request for Link's permission.

He nodded and then went back to eating her out.

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It was a beautiful sunny day when Link followed Karasa beyond the castle gates. He was wearing one of Ganondorf's shirts and nothing else. The long material looked more like a dress, even with his belt cinched around his waist, but it was the best he could do with the limitations that Ganondorf had given him; Link had a perverse desire to obey Ganondorf as much as possible. If anything, he knew that the dungeon puzzles required less brute force and more finesse. Armor didn't matter much, except when he missed.

Both sides of the roads were packed with people. They were staring at him, wondering what he was doing, and what he was wearing. Part of him wanted to crawl back and try to recover the remains of his tunic, but the material had been shredded and destroyed when Ganondorf first defeated him. It would have been another day to repair it but that would prolong whatever suffering Ganondorf was suffering.

Linkle stood at the entrance. She had a mechanical device on her side along with a bow and a sword. Seeing Link, she grinned broadly. "You have a claw shot too!?"

Link held up his hook shot. It was slightly different, but close in nature.

She held up her own, the three claws glinting in the sunlight. "Nice."

Link hooked his back on his belt.

"What's with the shirt? Big Daddy not let you go out without looking like a slut?"

Karasa turned even more red, despite a night of fucking both Link and Linkle. "Ganondorf's orders, he can wear a shirt or panties, but not both at the same time."

Linkle raised an eyebrow and an ear. "And you are going to do that? In a dungeon?"

Link shrugged and gave a bashful smile.

"Why?"

Link shrugged.

Karasa sighed. "I think he enjoys it."

Linkle's eyes twinkled. She dug into her pack and pulled out a blue tunic. It had embroidery along the bottom. "Then you might as well wear this. It's a Water Tunic. I had to blow a couple of Zoras to get it, but apparently after the incident with them laying eggs in my puss, they gave me two as an apology." She spun around to show off her own outfit. The blue tunic barely covered her butt and he could see a pair of tight, white panties underneath them. The cleft of her sex could be seen by everyone watching.

He felt a surge of heat as he realized he would be bottomless in something so short if he changed, his cock and balls dangling in sight no matter what he did. His thought caused him to grow harder and soon he was standing erect. His hands shook as he unbutton Ganondorf's shirt and then pulled it off.

Standing naked in front of the entire village caused a blush to burn across his cheeks as he fumbled to fold the shirt.

Linkle looked surprise. "Damn... just right now there. And with a little stiffy to boot. You really are a freak."

Link gave her bashful smile. He pulled on the offered tunic and settled it into place. It tickled his butt and he could feel his erection tenting out the front of the material. The rush flooded him with excitement as he buckled on his belt and put the sheath with Karasa's sword and his hook shot on it. His bomb and money bag went on next.

Linkle's cheeks were colored. "I... you look good." Her hand clenched her hip. Then, with a blush of her own, she reached down and shimmied out of her panties herself. Her bare pussy glistening in the sunlight as she balled them up.

She grinned and bounced over to Karasa to shove them into his pants. "Here you go, Daddy. Keep them safe, maybe use them to jerk off while you think of me."

Karasa chuckled. He had spent the entire morning fucking both of them. Link's holes were still moist from the cum that had dribbled out, only a quick bath had cleaned him off before they headed out. "Be safe, Baby Girl. And take care of your brother."

Linkle's ears flattened. "You don't get to say that," she said in a warning tone. "He isn't my---"

Karasa silenced her by grabbing her chin. He pushed his thumb into her mouth and she sucked it reflexively. "If you call me Daddy, then I'm going to call you my Baby Girl."

The smell of Linkle's pussy grew stronger in the breeze. She squirmed as a dribble of juices ran down her thigh.

"And until Link says otherwise, I'm going to call you 'Little Sis' and him 'Big Brother,' do you understand?"

She popped her mouth off his thumb. "Yes, Daddy... wait, he doesn't talk."

Karasa smirked. "I guess then you better take of your big brother so he can get to his lover."

Linkle shot him a glare, then rolled her eyes. "Fine... Daddy."

Link smiled broadly, he enjoyed the interplay with Karasa and Linkle has much as when he ws involved. He carefully put Ganondorf's folded shirt into his pack and looked up at the storm clouds that had gathered over the Water Temple. He was anxious to go and have an adventure.

Karasa kissed Linkle before letting her go.

She bounded over to Link. "Ready for a long, boring walk?"

Link hesitated, then wondered if Epona would respond to him even though Zelda had taken her. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled.

No response.

Linkle squirmed.

Karasa coughed politely.

Link sighed. He shook his head and gestured for her to follow.

Then a whiney carried out across the fields.

With a growing smile, he watched as his companion came racing up. He grinned and then grabbed Linkle's waist as Epona raced pass him. Grabbing his mount's reins, he pulled both of them up into the saddle. His bare balls smacked against the warmed leather and he adjusted them before circling the horse around to charge toward the temple.

"Fuck!" screamed Linkle with laughter. "I just came! Again!"

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The sun caressed the horizon in a brilliant orange dusk long before they made it to the Water Temple. Link knew that they wouldn't make it and he didn't relish the idea of looking for a hidden entrance in the middle of night. With a sigh, he tugged on Epona's reins and brought her to a halt.

"Oh, thank the temples," Linkle moaned. She was up against his back, her arms around his waist with one hand on his thigh. Her small breasts ground against his back as she wiggled around on the saddle. "I haven't ridden a horse in a long time, my puss and cheeks are so sore."

He had Epona circle until he found a small clearing, then leaned back to get Linkle's attention before pointing to the upturned rock that would make a perfect shelter and small spot that looked designed for a campfire.

She moaned. "Now if there was a small pond, it would be perfect."

He grinned and pointed to the side where a stream formed a little waterfall before plunging into a small pond.

"Deal!" she chirped before sliding off. Walking a little bow-legged, she tugged up the back of her tunic to scratch her ass.

Link caught sight of her bare pussy from behind, pink from rubbing against the saddle, and grinned.

She turned and smiled at him. "Like what you see, Broth..." Her mouth worked silently as she gripped her left cheek, squeezing it to give him a view of her tiny starfish. She released it and her perk cheeks smacked together.

"You don't mind... if I don't call you 'brother' out here, do you? It feels kind of weird when Karasa isn't here."

He shrugged before slipping off Epona.

"I only did it because it turns him on so much. He likes the idea of fucking twins, and he gets so hard when you whisper 'fuck me, daddy' right before he rams that thick cock into you." Her fingers dug into her cheek, gripping it tight until her knuckles turned white. "Oh... so hard when you call him that, you know?"

Link gave her a long look.

Linkle slipped one finger against her sphincter before she released her ass. Her cheeks clapped again as she grinned. "Sorry, I forgot you don't talk. Actually, now that we are in private, I have to ask. Can you talk?"

Another shrug, then a nod. As far as he knew, Link had never said a word but somehow he knew that if he wanted to, the words would come. He just never had the desire to do so. Then a playful idea came to him and he held up one finger.

She did a double take. "Once? You can talk only once?"

He nodded with as serious of a face as he could muster.

"What happens? The world ends? You fuse the Triforce into one? You deafen everyone who hears your voice? Does your face melt off as you turn into a three-story tall mini-boss?" She grew more excited with every question.

He opened his mouth as if about to speak.

Her eyes grew wide.

Then he closed it with a snap and shook his head with a smirk.

Linkle stared for a moment, then gave him a mock glare. "Brat."

He grinned as he pulled his pack off and set it on the ground. Digging into the bottom, he pulled out a stack of firewall and tossed it on the ground. It landed in a neat pile that only needed a flint and steel to light.

Linkle knelt down. "I'll get this. Any good food?"

As she lit the fire, Link pulled out ingredients from his pack: mushrooms, raw meat, salt, and spices. Tossing everything into a pair of bowls, he set them on the crackling fire.

She looked up from the flame. "Cooking was never an option for me, you know. I could never figure it out."

In Link's journey before his fight with Ganondorf, he didn't remember a single time he ate on his own. Just endless hours of wandering back and forth. Then, something changed and the idea of cooking just clicked. It was something he didn't think about much, but then again, he rarely had company when he camped for the night.

"Something happens after the climax, doesn't it? It's all neat and orderly until you get to the end, then it blurs as if someone has their fingers in the pie and is just swirling different versions of you together. New skills, new ideas."

She sighed. "Though, what I remember the most before was wars and battles. It wasn't until after that things got all mixed up and then..."

Linkle grinned as she ran her hand down her hand and between her thighs. Her small, delicate fingers pushed aside the bottom of her tunic to cup her bare sex. "... horny."

Link hesitated as he thought about how Ganondorf had raped him in their final battle. Before then, sex had never crossed Link's mind while he worked his way through dungeons and temples, fought against countless opponents, and solved puzzles.

But, ever since he lost, sex had dominated almost every waking moment. He thought about the feel of the larger man's cock as it drove deep into his body or how he choked on it and felt warmth spread across his body. He reached up to tug on the collar around his neck, reminding him how good it felt to be submissive to Ganondorf.

"Yeah, you know what I'm talking about." Linkle reached over with her other hand to tugged Link's tunic aside to reveal his own hardness. She took a few steps to sit down on a low, flat rock near the fire. With a sparkle in her eyes, she leaned back and spread her legs for him.

Link blushed as he admired her small pussy, the delicate lips starting to splay open with her growing excitement. He wondered what it would be like to have a close up of Ganondorf's cock sliding into. Then an image of flashed of both Linkle and himself embracing with his lover alternating which hole he was driving into.

She delved one of her fingers into her slit, moving up and down as she parted her lips and reveal the bright pink of her opening. "Are you thinking about some huge dick?"

He blushed and nodded.

"Me too, Karasa promised me a bokoblin gang-bang when I get back, something rough and hard." She moaned louder as she jammed a second finger into her pussy and pumped. "He said he's going to have all of them cum all over me until I'm glazed and almost drowning. Then someone was going to lick it off me."

Link's shaft grew harder. Droplets of pre-cum formed at the tip.

Linkle stared at him. "Come on, stroke it."

He blushed hotly.

She hiked one leg up on the rock she was sitting on. Her tiny, pink pussy spread apart as she drew his attention to her fingers plunging into her sex. "Come on, I know you want to think about that huge shaft stuffing into your butt. I bet it feels so good when he drive it deep, slamming it home until his balls crush your little nuts."

Link's breath came faster. His eyes flickered between her face and her fingers, even as his mind was reliving the times when he want bent over the edge of the mattress, ass up and Ganondorf's thick shaft forcing its way in.

His hand twitched.

"Go on, you know you want to do. You might not be able to talk, but I'm betting you can tell me a story about how it feels to have the king of Hyrule fucking that bussy of yours."

Link glanced at the cooking pots. He had a few minutes. His other hand cupped his cock, the tiny length reminded him of the difference between his and his lover. His hand trembled as he wrapped his hand around it and strokes.

"Yes...." hissed Linkle. Her eyes were lidded as she pumped faster. "Does he touch it?"

A nod.

"It's so small, isn't it? Just a little twig compared that log of his. I've seen it in his pants when he's strolling around, it looked like a tree trunk." Her fingers grew faster as splatters of her juices pattered onto the ground underneath her.

Link stroked himself faster as he nodded. A longing for the black shaft rose up and he let out a soft moan of his own. His shaft grew slicker and he pumped faster, sliding up to the tip of his length and then down to the base and back again.

"Is he rough with you?"

Link nodded, his cock surging as he thought about the times he was pinned against the bed with Ganondorf't thick cock pile-driving into his ass. He could almost feel the hard length that tore into his guts, dominating him.

His eyes locked on her, he backed up until his knees hit a rock opposite of hers. He sank down while spreading his legs like her, lifting one up as he lowered his other hand to tease the skin between his balls and his clenching asshole.

With a gasp, Linkle nodded. "That's it. Show me where he fucks you. Show me how hard he gets."

Encouraged, Link gathered up lubrication from his pre-cum and used it to ease one finger into his tight asshole. Sparks of pleasure danced along his nerves as he fingered himself slowly until the opening relaxed and then faster.

"Harder," came the encouraging whimper. "I bet he's so much rougher than that."

Link stared into her eyes as he obeyed, driving his finger deeper and faster. As soon as he thought he could, he added a second finger. He hadn't given his hole enough time to adjust and it hurt a little as he forced it in; a groan of pleasure and pain slipped from his lips as he forced his fingers.

"Oh fuck, that's hot." Linkle used her other hand to do the same, but with her fingers almost dripping from her juices, she easily jammed two fingers into the tight star of her asshole. Soon she was pumping two digits into each hole, pounding them as her knuckles smacked against her flesh.

She threw back her head and let out a cry of pleasure. Her toes curled as she came on her fingers, squirting into her hand before it came splashing down onto the ground.

Link panted as he pumped harder. He needed more, he needed to feel it hurt. With his eyes locked on hers, he worked another finger into his ass and plunged deep into it, driving three knuckle deep into the clenching hole as he pumped his cock.

Opposite of him, Linkle wasn't done as she continued to finger herself. Her thighs glistened with her first orgasm but she added a third finger into each hole as she balanced on her seat. The wet slurps of her strokes were loud in the campsite as she worked herself into a second, squirting orgasm.

Link didn't have her rapid-fire trigger but he was close. He slipped his hand off his cock to cup his balls, clamping down on them as he fingered his ass roughly, almost violently.

Linkle added a fourth finger into her pussy, curling her hand into her cunt with her strokes as she struggled to fit another finger into her stretched ass. "Come on, get it in there. Stretched that bussy of yours."

Trembling, Link worked a fourth finger into his ass. The ring of muscles squeezed painfully around his fingers as he jammed against the nub of pleasure inside, hammering against it as he ground his balls tight in his other grip.

His legs shook as he struggled with balance with one foot braced against the ground and other spread lewdly to give her a view of his strained sphincter and his plunging fingers.

"Fuck, you're so hot," she moaned. Her small tits shook underneath her tunic as she pounded her box and asshole with her four fingers. Her lips parted as she bit the tip of her tongue. "Come for me. Please, show me how you come when he destroys your ass."

Link had to close his eyes as he focused on the memory of Ganondorf's cock tearing into him, pounding harder and faster with unceasing fury. He could almost see the red Triforce glowing as he was driven into the mattress, barely able to breathe as his entire world focused on being dominated. Splatters of his pre-cum splashed onto his palm, but he kept his one hand mauling his testicles and the other forcing his ass.

Across from him, Linkle came again in a splash of her girl juices. Then, even as it was still spraying out, she jammed her thumb into her cunt and shoved hard. Her lithe body twisted as she let out a guttural moan. The thick part of her hand slowly slipped into her straining pussy, stretching her nether lips into thin lines before popped in.

She let out a scream in a wordless cry of passion. Her back arched, straining her arm as she tried to come while she was pinned in place.

One violence spasm tore through her and she lost her balance. Eyes wide, she slipped off the rock and slammed back.

The spray of her orgasm arched into the air, splattering rock and ground as it rained down on her.

Seeing her being soaked by her own cum pushed Link over the edge. He let out a groan of his own as he came. Ropes shot out of dick and splattered across his chest and face. The burning, wet brands blurred his vision as he pumped his four fingers into his clenching hole.

He lost himself in his pleasure until he wsa gasping for breath. With a moan, he pried his fingers out of his stretched hole and looked down at his twitching cock. Thick dribbles of cum ran down his length and there was a puddle soaking into the ground.

On the ground, Linkle let out a squeal of laughter. She muttered "shit" as she twisted her body, pulling hard on her hands until the both popped out of her gaping holes. She only took a heartbeat to look at her dripping fist before she sucked on her fingers.

Link watched her with a smile on her lips.

Linkle pulled her fingers free. "We're both sluts, aren't we?"

He looked at his hand and then shrugged.

Linkle hopped up on her feet and smeared her juices across her thighs. She grabbed her tunic and ripped it off, tossing it onto the rock. "Yeah, you're a cock slut. I'm going to jump into that water, I don't want to smell my cunt while I'm eating."

He raised an eyebrow.

She wiggled are bare ass as she crawled up on the rock toward the pond. Both her pussy and asshole were gaping, giving him a view of her pink insides. On the far side, she looked back. "Not that I don't mind a little pussy sweetness, but I'd rather some big cock's cum for seasoning. Know what I mean?"

Link watched her slip through the bushes before he dug into his pack for a cloth to clean himself off. He knew he would get into the water soon or later, but he could almost imagine a timer over the pot indicating that he wouldn't have time.

Just as he got his hands on his cloth, a sense of danger washed over him. He focused on his peripheral vision until he caught movement. Snapping his head up, he saw Sheik rushing toward him.

Reflexes honed from days of fighting responded before he was fully conscious of the charging warrior. He threw his backpack to block Sheik and then rolled back.

Even though the man had his face covered with a mask, there was fury in Sheik's eyes. Instead of a sword, the warrior had a golden harp but he wielded it like a weapon. The edge made a whistling noise as it sliced through the air, narrowly missing Link by inches. The edge was sharp, a blade.

Link surged to his feet and jumped back. His bare soles thudded on the ground as he skipped around the fire.

Sheik followed after him without a word, slashing wildly. His movements were fluid and graceful but the blows kept missing by only inches.

More than once, Link mistimed his dodge. He flinched expecting a blow but the slash never connected.

Sheik kept hounding him, chasing him around the fire and up on the rocks. Both of their steps were nearly silent except for the scuff of feet and the whistle of the bladed harp. Link wasn't going to call out and Sheik had no intent of drawing attention to himself.

As they circled around the fire, Link glanced at the bushes. He could draw Linkle's attention.

Sheik's blade nearly cut Link's throat.

Link flinched. Inwardly, he berated himself for not paying attention to his opponent. He had been cut more than a few times, if Sheik was a little more skilled....

He gasped as he realized that he was being missed on purpose. Sheik was a competent fighter, no way he would have been short so many times in a row.

To test his theory, he steeled himself for a blow and deliberately mistimed a dodge. This time, he watched Sheik's attack, watching as his muscles flexed and the warrior lurched to the side to cause the sharp edge of his harp to miss by less than an inch.

Confident he wasn't in danger, Link focused less on avoiding Sheik's blows and took the time to inspect his opponent.

In the light of the fire, Sheik's appearance looked more androgynous than he expected. He had more of a curve to his hips that Link remembered and his center of gravity was lower than expected.

For the briefest of moments, Link wondered if he had misgendered Sheik from their initial encounter. But then a blow got close enough that it sliced through Link's hair and he realized he had to pay more attention; even if Sheik was missing on purpose, there was always a chance a spoiled blow became a killing one.

Link had to stop the fight. He dodged underneath one blow and then stood up straight as Sheik pulled back for another attack. He held himself in place as he stared directly into the brilliant blue eyes of his attackers.

The sharp edge of the harp came down.

Only to stop just shy of his skin.

Link glared up at the much taller warrior.

Sheik's jaw worked underneath their mask. Then they reached out to grab the front of Link's tunic. "Why are you still helping him!?" The disguised voice couldn't hide the anger behind the words.

Link shrugged.

"He raped... you!" Somehow, Sheik's voice was somehow quiet while screaming into his face.

Link stared into the blue eyes, then shrugged again. Inwardly, his mind caught on the pause. Was there something else Sheik wanted to say, something that they didn't want to reveal?

A low growl. The blade wavered as Sheik's hands shook. "You should know better than this. I've heard what's he done to you! He's a monster and a rapist. He is evil and you know it!"

Link sighed and nodded.

"Then why are you saving him!?"

He had spent much of the last few days thinking about his reasons for coming to the temple. For every desire he had to rescue Ganondorf, he could come up with two to let the Gerudo to his fate. While Link couldn't save Hyrule with his own sword, it appeared that Sheik had succeeded where Link had failed.

But Link still felt drawn to rescue Ganondorf. He couldn't tell if it was emotions he felt for his rapist and captor, or just a desire to do the right thing. All he knew was that saving the other man was important. Link just couldn't tell if it was important for some greater destiny or important for the longing he felt in his heart.

Sheik's weapon wavered and their eyes watered. "Damn it. I've seen that look. Don't do it, don't do what I... others did. He makes you do things, things that break you." Their voice cracked. "You hate it and fight. but then he keeps making you do it, again and again."

A tear ran down Sheik's cheek before it disappeared behind the face mask. "Before you know it, you want it as much as he did. Then you can never escape him. Even if you get away, you want to go back."

The harp wavered.

He focused Sheik's eyes, watching as they watered.

Then the warrior wiped their face. "But this time I put away that monster for good. There is no chance the temple boss will escape. No one else is going to get hurt, just him."

Link could feel the hurt and anger that Sheik felt, though it wasn't clear if Sheik or someone they loved had been abused by Ganondorf. No doubt, Ganondorf wouldn't remember hurting Sheik either, he was cruel to everyone and had a history of torture and pain. That was the entire reason that he had quested across Hyrule to defeat him.

But, for the darkness in Ganondorf's heart, there was also some brightness: the bouts of tenderness, the look in his eyes when the compassion bubbled up and real emotions rose to the surface.

Link wanted to see more of the good side of Ganondorf. Not just for himself, but he felt that something good could come of it. He blinked slowly and focused on Sheik before shaking his head.

Sheik's jaw tightened. "Don't save him."

He cocked his head.

The Sheikah got a better grip and shook their head. "I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but if you free him, you will become my enemy as much as him. I won't hesitate to end you if I have to."

Link nodded.

The harp wavered. Blue eyes shimmered. "W-Why? You know he's evil. He's cruel to everyone. Brutal. A murderer."

He nodded again. He knew but it was also wrong to leave Ganondorf to whatever fate Sheik had inflicted. There had to be a way to do both, to save Hyrule and Ganondorf.

Sheik's eyes widened, reflecting a flickering green glow. It was Link's fragment of the Triforce. They stepped back and shook their head. "You're just like him, a monster who is going to destroy us all." There was bitterness in the warrior's voice.

Whipping up their harp, Sheik ran their fingers along the strings in rapid succession. It was an eleven note song too fast for Link to follow.

A golden glow surrounded the warrior as motes of bright light swirled into a column of brilliance. Their body grew brighter, shining from the inside.

For the briefest of moments, he saw an outline of a slender woman underneath the fabric.

Then darkness as Sheik disappeared in a puff of sparkles. The tiny sparks of light drifted down like embers, fading before they touched the ground.

Link held himself still for a moment, then relaxed. He glanced over to his cooking pot with only seconds before it was about to burn.

Rolling his eyes, he moved it off the flame.

Linkle, wearing nothing at all, pushed her way through the bushes as she dried her long, blonde hair with a small towel. A few droplets of water glistened of her perk breasts and trailed down her body. "Oh, that felt good."

Link wondered if he should let her know about Sheik but dismissed it. He gave her a smile even as his mind tugged with the doubt that he wsa doing the right thing.

She sat down. "Oh, that smells fantastic."

He nodded and poured her a bowl of the steaming stew. Handing to her, he served himself and then sat down to think about his choices. He was putting the fate of Hyrule in the morning and there was a chance that he was freeing a monster far worst than the forest temple into the world.

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After the sun rose, it only took them a few more hours to find the hidden entrance to the Water Temple.

"You know, it's pretty obvious once you know what to look for."

Link grinned and nodded.

They had just swung over a narrow chasm that was almost the perfect length for their hook and claw shots. Linkle looked over her shoulder and then ahead of them at the towering stone pillars leading down the stairs. A faint breeze wafted up, bringing the smells and sounds of running water.

Linkle tapped her clawshot against one of the hard nipples peeking out of her tunic. "I get the sense that we're going to need to use these a lot." She rolled her eyes. "You ever notice that every time you go into these, you just happen to need whatever tool you just picked up?"

He shrugged and headed toward the stairs.

She hurried after him, tugging on her blue tunic to cover her bare pussy again. With a faint blush on her cheeks, she reached out to take his hand.

Link jumped at the touch, then gave her a bright smile before intertwining his fingers. Holding hands, they continued down th stairs into the first room.

The chamber was mostly empty except for two crates in the center of the room. There were two grills in the nearest corners with small fountains of water spraying out of them. The other two corners had identical boxes, heavy-looking stone cubes banded with metal. On the far side was a metal grate blocking their way into the next chamber.

"Wow," she said in a deadpanned voice. "I'm so confused how to solve this overly complicated puzzle."

Link gave her a sarcastic look and pulled his hand away. He circled around one of the cubes before pushing on it.

It was heavy and he had to strain to push it even a meter.

Linkle's finger trailed up along his bare ass, pushing up his tunic to tease his ass crack. One finger teased his sphincter before she pulled away. Then she planted her hands on the crate next to his and added her weight.

Between the two of them, it moved easily across the room. From there, they were able to push it along a gutter into the corner with one of the columns of water.

As soon as the cube covered the grill, the spray of water stopped.

Linkle giggled and hopped back over to the remaining box. She planted her hands on the side and strained to push it.

Link admired her taut buttocks peaking out from underneath her tunic. As he approached, he returned the favor by using two fingers to spread her cheeks apart and using his middle finger to run the length of her moist slit before tapping against her asshole.

She let out a coo of pleasure. "It's going to take us a long time to solve this one, isn't it?" She gave him a once over. "Good thing we don't have someone big and beefy to help us, we would be fucking so much we'd never get to saving your daddy."

Link looked at her nonplussed.

"Please, you know there is a small part of you that is saving him for a very big part of him."

She wasn't wrong. He shrugged and helped her move the box over the remaining grate.

As soon as they finished pushing it into place, machinery came to life and the gate opened. They entered into the next room with a more complicated, yet related puzzle.

It took them two more chamber before they encountered their first enemy, a jellyfish floating in the air.

"I got it!" Linkle cheered as she rushed forward. She had an iron sword, not unlike his. Swinging it around, she sliced into the creature.

It managed to snap out a tendril. The end connected to Linkle's bare thigh.

There was a snap as the air electrified and she fell back, losing her balance as she landed ass-first in a shallow puddle of water. Her knees quivered as she tried to push herself up.

Link stepped down on the ground between her legs and finished defeating the jellyfish. Following through, he brought himself over, spun around, and then sheathed his sword in the time it took for the jellyfish to fall to the ground in two parts.

Linkle panted as she look up from the ground. Her knees were lewdly spread, exposing her wet pussy. Her hair was frizzled and scorch marks covered her body. She glared at him for a second and then shook her head. "Show off."

He held out his hand to help her up.

"Next time, I'm going to solo those things. You don't get to kill all of... oh, a rupee!"

He spotted a small heart on the ground and kicked it over to her. She cupped her sex as she lewdly bent over to touch it.

"Oh, that's the stuff...." she let out a moan as the scorch marks faded. As they did, she pushed two fingers into her pussy and stroked hard a few times before pulling out her dripping digit. Straightening up, she sucked her fingers clean before grinning at him.

Link adjusted his hardness and they gestured for them to continue.

Four chambers later, they were both skilled at defeating the jellyfish, shoving crates over grates, and dodging jets of water that speared from the side walls. They had just finished another puzzle that opened up two more entrances: one was a single room chamber with a large chest, the other had monsters wandering around.

"Oh, the chest?"

Link loved opening chests, specially the big ones. Together, they walked hand-in-hand up to it and pulled it open. The insides were bright but he just reached in to pull out the contents. Then, as he always did, he held it above his head for a moment.

"Goof," giggled Linkle. "No one is watching you open the box, so why show it off. Let me see."

It was a pair of iron boots. Only a single set.

She let out sigh. "You know, I was kind of hoping there was going to be two of everything in the chests because there is two of us."

Link realized that he was hoping for the same.

Linkle pouted for a moment and then shoved them into Link's chest. "Throw them into your inventory. I'll get the next pair."

He hesitated.

"Go on. I provided the tunics, so we are both contributing. We'll figured it out once we need it, it won't be too many more rooms."

It was exactly three before they found stairs leading into a flooded level.

"Well, that didn't take long."

He donned the iron boots. The heavy weight bore down on him but he didn't have any trouble moving as he took a few test steps down the stairs. Further down the water-filled hall, he spotted a new opponent, some sort of spiked turtle.

Linkle, on the other hand, struggled to get below the surface. Her light body floated unless she swam down, but it was obvious that she couldn't do that and anything else at the same time. If she was attacked by the turtle, she would be helpless.

He held his hand. When she took it, he stepped deeper into the water, pulling her with.

With the tunics, they were both easily able to breath underwater but he had to grip her tightly to prevent her from floating to the surface. Even after a few seconds, he could feel his shoulder straining with the effort; it was enough to get her through the hallway but it was awkward. The situation also left him with only one hand for a weapon, with little chance to switch to a tool if he had it.

Linkle's body flashed as she swam to keep up with him, the fabric fluttering around her. He had to admit, her nearly naked body looked good whenever the fabric rippled up but he had to concentrate on aggressive animals instead of her tiny sex winking with every kick.

She opened her mouth to say something but only bubbles came out. After a second try, she rolled her eyes and reached out to grab his tunic.

The fabric pulled up, binding around his shoulders even as his cock and balls were left free to dangling in the water. He tried to move his arm but couldn't.

Link pulled her down and shook his head.

She grinned and reached down to wrap her fingers around his cock. The tips of her fingers dug into the delicate flesh as she held onto his testes.

Link's body shuddered with pain and he grabbed her shoulders, shoving her down to relieve the pressure.

She grinned and bobbed her head forward, taking his bobbing cock into her warm mouth. She slurped him clear down to his balls, then opened her mouth to take them past her lips.

Link froze for a moment, his cock twitching. It felt good, very good, but it was even worst than her using them as a handle.

To his relief, she wasn't serious as she only gave him a few quick licks before pulling off. Bubbles rose from her mouth as she looked up past his hard length at his face. She had a sly grin on her face.

Link smiled at her. It was definitely more fun adventuring with a companion.

Then Linkle's eyes grew wide. She held up a hand. Reaching up, she gripped the front of his tunic and pulled him into her body.

Unsure of her intent, Link held himself still.

She gripped his shoulder with one hand. Pushing her hips forward, she lifted herself up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Then, before he could respond, she brought her hips forward to straddle his hips.

He felt the tip of his cock brush against her sex. It grew hard, tickling the heated skin as she wrapped her arms around one arm and his neck, clamping her body tight to his chest.

Surprised, Link looked over her with a stunned look as she nestled against him.

There was a look of peace and comfort as she smiled at him, Then she nestled her cheek against his shoulder and held tight. Then she lifted to kiss him on the cheek before returning to her position.

It was unexpected and surreal, but he had to admit he had much more freedom to move. With her head to the side, he could easily see the creatures ahead of him.

Link took a hesitant step forward, the heavy weight of the iron boots keeping both of their bodies firmly on the ground. A few more and he grew more accustomed to having her weight on his body, though he kept feeling his still-hard cock caressing her bare sex; it would have been only a little movement to try pushing himself into her.

Distracted by her body grinding against his, he almost forgot about the turtle.

It hadn't forgotten about him. It charged in a spray of bubbles.

Moving with remarkably speed despite the water around him, he whipped out his sword and slashed at it.

The sword bounced off the shell.

One of the spikes came dangerous close to striking Linkle. He twisted to take the stab into his arm. The cut burned through his senses as he jabbed at the creature again. When it bounced off, he realized that he needed something else to defeat it.

He didn't have many other weapons, but Linkle's words came back to him, they always needed a tool right after finding one.

Inspired, he sheathed his sword and grabbed his hook shot. Aiming it carefully, he launched it at the turtle.

The device made an exploding noise as the hook slammed into the turtle's back. It tore the shell off and yanked it to the side.

The creature spun around and prepared to charge.

He didn't have time to change weapons, so he fired again. The shot punched the creature in the face, crushing bone. There was a spurt of blood as its lifeless corpse bobbed up into the water.

Linkle's grip tightened. Her hips bobbed down and he felt a warmth wrap around the head of his hard cock. Then she pulled up.

Looking over, he saw her smiling.

A blush burned his cheeks, the heat a startling contrast to the cool water. He looked away but that didn't stop his cock from growing harder and nestling deeper into her heated slit.

Link clamped a hand on her tight ass cheek and lifted her slightly off his cock before stomping down the hallway toward the next chamber.

Underneath his grip, he could feel Linkle rocking back and forth, pushing down to get his cock again. He could feel the moan shaking her body as she closed her eyes and thrust down again.

That only made him harder.

Link almost missed when three turtles charged him. He spun around and fired his hook shot, first knocking off one of their shells and a second to end its life.

The other two turtles reached him.

Linkle jerked up on her body, picking up briefly off the ground.

Inspired, Link tucked his boots underneath him and they did a little hop as the turtles rushed underneath him.

Then the heavy weight drew him back.

Linkle's body settled into place a heartbeat later but she kept going down as his cock plunged into her cunt.

Distracted by the heated pressure enveloping him, he almost forgot about his attackers. He lifted his hook shot and fired again, missing. He managed to kill another one.

Like before, Linkle yanked him up so they could jump over their attackers. When she came down, she sheathed him fully into her cunt.

Link shuddered with pleasure as he dispatched the final opponent. His cock throbbed as he tried to regain his bearings.

She was fucking him, her hips riding up and down on his cock. Her pupils were little hearts of lust as she drove down with bubbles streaming out of her mouth.

They were both interested in other lovers, but in the intimacy of the underwater cavern, Link knew that he only only one person in that moment. Putting his hook shot away, he grabbed her hips and guided her thrusts as he walked over to the nearest wall.

As soon as he reached it, he slammed her against the wall and grabbed her shoulder to keep her from moving up. His eyes locked on hers as he began to thrust with ernest, driving deep into her cunt.

Linkle may have been using to having far larger lovers, but it didn't detract from the heated pleasure as they made fucked against the rough stones. She was tight in all the right places. Bubbles surged from the union of their bodies and her lips as he hammered into her.

No words were possible as they fucked, the water and buoyancy adding to their thrusts.

She came first and second, her entire body clenching around his cock. A cloud of her juices surrounded them until he could taste it in the water. He grinned and planted his face into the crook of her neck, suckling on her skin as he did the same to him.

Then he came, hard. He had to grip her tightly as lost his sense of balance, thrusting as rope after rope splattered into her pussy.

Linkle continued to ride himself to more orgasms before she finally slumped against him. Her body drew up from the wall. He held her firmly and leaned back, letting only his boots keep them pinned to the ground as the bobbed in the quiet pleasure of their afterglow.

They would rescue Ganondorf, but for the time being, he was happy to just enjoy himself.

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Hours later, Link was ready for the temple to be done. They had finished the first half quickly, but the second had far more difficult fights and puzzles that required both of them to reset everything more than once to get through.

The mid-point had involved a brutal gauntlet of traps and monsters, all while stomping along the bottom of a flooded chasm. Fortunately, there were a few places to catch his breath though half of the time they were fucking frantically to handle the urge.

Linkle gasped as he stepped up the stairs. Dripping wet, she slipped off him and crawled up on her hands and knees the last few steps into the air. "I'm telling you, you get really hard when you're killing things."

Link rolled his eyes. He hadn't really thought about it, but he was sure having a Hyrulean beauty grinding her bare pussy on his cock every time he killed something wasn't helping with his erections.

She flopped over and took a long breath. "Oh, that was brutal. When we were balancing on that ridge...." Her voice trailed off as she turned her head.

Link followed her gaze to a cluster of pots sitting on the edge of the platform. He grinned and lowered his hand to his hook shot even as Linkle was grabbing for her claw shot.

They both fired, shattered the pot. There was a flash of rupees from Linkle's chest before they were drawn back.

"Ha, I win! You owe me a blowjob!"

Link never liked pots. There was something about them that begged him to smash them. To his surprise, Linkle had the same urges and they had left no intact pot or wooden crate behind. Even when they spotted a few in some corner of a room, it had become a game of who could smash them first. He grinned and checked his hook shot to make sure there was no water inside it.

She giggled and leaned back. "This is fun."

Link nodded. He knew that they had a goal of saving Ganondorf, but the playful banter and closeness with Linkle had made the experience a lot more fun. After spending so much time alone, Link wondered if some of his desire to save the king was because Ganondorf was one of the few people who could understand his needs. He glanced at his current companion; he suspected that Linkle wouldn't remain with him long, she was driven to adventures in the same way as him. She would have been a good wielder of the Triforce of Courage, she had the spark.

"Hey, look at that." She was pointing above the stairs.

Link turned his head and peered up.

There was a massive stone door with some sort of octopus-like creature engraved on the front of it. It was easily three times large than any other opening the temple.

"That's the temple boss, isn't it?"

He nodded. He spotted a red and white target near the door, a place for them to aim the target. It was high above the ground and he doubted his shot would reach.

The muted explosion of Linkle's claw shot punched him in the chest as her chain shot out from the ground. It barely made it half the distance before falling down into the water they had just emerged. She sighed and retracted it. "Had to try."

Link glanced at the ceiling. They were in a long hall with ledges along the top. Some of them had perfect places to land their shots and he could see openings leading to other chambers. Even though the hall was narrow enough to zig-zag between the platforms and not touch the ground, a ridge of rocks hung from the center. It looked like it would block the straight line needed for the shoots. That meant that there were dozens of puzzles and battles left to fight, no doubt going back and forth across the main hallway until they reached the boss.

"Shit, this is going to be a grind." Linkle groaned.

Link nodded and wondered how anyone used the temple, or how Sheik had lured Ganondorf past so many traps. He couldn't imagine the Gerudo using a hook shot, and he already knew Ganondorf wasn't capable of high jumps or feats of acrobatics. It didn't make sense to him, but the world was mysterious.

Linkle groaned as she got up on her knees. Her ass stuck out as she straightened. With a grin, she stepped over him and he turned his head to watch her little pussy and ass winking at him as she headed to the back of the hall. "I bet I can make it without going through those chambers."

He doubted she could, but he sat up and turned around.

At the far end were a series of pools with statues of octopus-like creatures. Between them was a stone altar of some sort that was perfect for jumping on and claw shotting over to the first target. Linkle launched herself up and peered inside the door. "There are seven of those electric orbs inside.

Link winced. The orbs were the worse. They couldn't be hit, which meant he had to dodge them while fighting off other monsters or trying to rush through some time-based puzzle before everything reset. The last few chambers with them had been nearly impossible as he dodged poisonous spines being fired from the walls, a jumping puzzle that required almost perfect timing, and three orbs bouncing random around the room.

"Fuck this." Linkle turned around and fired her claw shot.

The claw streaked across the hall only to slam into the stone wall. The sound of it retracting was loud in the chamber. As soon as it was back into the shot, she held it up and carefully aimed with her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth and one eye closed. She adjusted for a few seconds, then pulled the trigger.

Link watched as the claw shot rocketed across the hall. It clamped onto some crenelations on the far side, then yanked Linkle off her feet as the chain was pulled out.

She let out a whoop as she flew across the hall but it ended sharply as she realized she was being pulled straight into a stone wall. "Shit, shit! Shit!"

Linkle slammed into the stone wall. Fully retracted, the claw shot released its grip and she plummeted.

"Fuckers!"

She hit one of the ponds with a loud smack and a spray of water.

Link stood up.

Thrashing violently, she surged out of the water and crawled out. She had a pair of biting fish chewing on her, one had clamped into her buttock and the other gnawed on her leg. She let out a scream before using her sword to cut them off. "Fucking biters! They keep going for my puss!"

He hurried over to the nearest pond and peered inside. Each one had schools of the small biting fish that hounded them in the underwater chambers. One of them launched itself out of the water and snapped in the air inches from his face.

There was an explosion to his side.

Link dodge rolled to the side, almost falling into the pool himself. He managed to balance himself before he looked back where Linkle stood in a shower of water pouring down on her.

Hunks of fish guts and heads bounced off on the ground around her. She had a furious look on her face as she pulled out another bomb from her bag and lit it. "Eat this!" she snapped before tossing it into the next pool. She stormed down the line, tossing bombs into each pool as the ones behind her exploded in more columns of water and dead fish.

Link stared at her in shock, then shrugged. He pulled out a few of his bombs, lit them, and cleared out his side of the hallway of the biting fish.

By the time the muffled explosions had faded, there were no more biting fish and they were both soaking wet.

Linkle grinned. "Best way to deal with those fuckers."

Link had to agree.

She turned around and stuck out her ass. "How does it look?"

There was only a few scratched on her tight little ass. He stepped forward and gave her a little smack across her cheek.

Squealing with pleasure, Linkle spun around and gave him a bop on the nose. "Foreplay later. I'm going to try again. This is fun!"

He watched as she hopped back on the altar and up to the first platform. He had to turn as she launched herself across.

This time, as soon as the claw shot release, she spun and fired it at a nearby platform.

She was falling too fast and the claw shot missed.

Linkle hit the pool, refilled from some mysterious source, with a flash. She crawled out. "Almost got it!"

Link watched as she tried again and again, but it was clear that the distance was too much. As if the temple had been constructed with the claw shot in mind. There was no way to sail across the chamber and then fire to catch the second target, it would require her to fire a second one. If she had both of their shots, she would make it....

He groaned as he realized the answer. He jumped up on the altar and then launched himself to the platform.

Linkle, soaking wet from her repeated dunking, looked at him. "You want a chance?"

He shook his head. He nestled up to her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Wanna fuck?" she breathed with surprise.

Shaking his head again, he hooked his leg around hers and tugged her arm around his waist.

She did, her brow furrowed in concentration.

He gestured for her to fire across.

"I'm going to miss... oh!" Her smile lit up the dank room with its brilliance. They both took out their shots. She aimed and fired.

As soon as it connected, it yanked both of them off the platform.

Link was already aiming. As soon as they passed the center ridge of the room, he targeted the platform and fired.

His hook shot shot through the air as his shoulder slammed into the far wall. He tightened his grip as it connected, and then they were both yanked along the wall up to the next platform. As he stumbled for balance, he winced at the pain from the impact.

"Yes!" screamed Linkle with joy. She bounced in a circle for a moment, then peered across the room. "I think we can do this all the way to the boss chamber!"

It took them twenty minutes and only two falls before they were standing in front of the open door.

Linkle kicked a gear that caused a ladder to extend from the platform down. At least they wouldn't have to do it again if they fell. She turned around and looked up at the massive door. "Ready to rescue your boyfriend?"

She held out her hand.

He took it with a nod.

Together, they went in to rescue Ganondorf from his fate.

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Together, they walked into the final chamber of the Water Temple. It was a massive room, easily a hundred meters to the side. Except for a platform along the side, it had waist-deep water with a sandy body. The platform had pillars rising up to the ceiling, about fifty feet and well outside of the range of even the two hook shots working together.

Link narrowed his eyes as he peered around. It looked like a trap to him, or at least somewhere waiting underneath the surface waiting to attack.

"Holy fuck," gasped Linkle. She pointed to the center.

A mound of sand dominated the center of the chamber. Five large tentacles, each one about a meter thick, rose up from the mound and idly stretched out to wrap around the pillars. One of the tentacles went straight up and had threaded through a large ring mounted on the ceiling. The end of it flopped over.

On the end of the tentacle was Ganondorf. The large man was naked, his body glistening pitch black in the blue light shining down from the ceiling. His legs were slack except for a tentacle that was driving up into him from behind. Undulations appeared to be driving the tip of the tentacle between his sheets with every thrust causing his legs to bounce open and reveal his stretched hole being violated.

His wrists were held above his head but it was hard to see his expression as another tentacle was driving down into his mouth, straining his jaw as it fucked his throat. Even from a a distance, Link could see the writhing of the tentacle in Ganondorf's throat and stomach.

But the thing that caught his attention with a bluish glow that surrounded Ganondorf. More accurately, it was glowing from the bulge in his stomach.

"What. The. Fuck," gasped Linkle.

Link caught sight of movement. His eyes focused down where a glowing sphere, the same blue as the glow coming from his lover's stomach, rose up along one of the tentacles. His eyes followed it as it traveled along the distance, up through the loop in the ceiling and then down.

"Is that... is that going into him?"

He nodded as he watched watched it travel along the curve before it was push up the tentacle the short distance until it was pressed against Ganondorf's asshole.

There was a grunt of discomfort, barely auditable with the tentacle violating the Gerudo's throat.

The glowing egg was shoved deep into Ganondorf's asshole, the light flashing even through his dark skin before it was jammed into his already packed intestines.

Even Linkle's breathing froze as they watched the eggs boiling inside Ganondorf's body. It looked like there were thousands of them, tracing the lines of his organs to his belly. More of them were stuffed into his throat, filing him to the brim.

Ganondorf's cock, the massive shaft that had dominated Link's ass on more than a few occasions, was a full mast. As the eggs were packed deeper into his body, it jumped twice before a rope of cum shot out from the end.

The white droplets splattered into the pool below, disappearing into the hazy liquid as Ganondorf's hips continued to jerked violently.

"He's being bred like a little bitch, isn't it?" whispered Linkle.

Link felt a surge of anger. Even if Ganondorf was evil, this was inhumanly cruel. No one should be violated in that manner repeatedly, to be dangled helplessly above some beast while their body was used as nothing more than a receptacle.

He stormed forward. His iron boots dug into the sand and every step was harder as he sank down, but his anger forced him forward. He drew his sword and shield and prepared to attack.

An arrow shot out from behind him, Linkle. It flew across the distance and slammed into the tentacle right above where another egg was being pushed through it.

The room shuddered violently. Almost instantly, the water level began to rise as the sand boiled and shifted.

Link sank down to his knees in the ground but then his boots slammed into a metal platform of some sort that was rising above the sand. He ran faster toward the center of the room as he was engulfed with water.

Linkle fired another arrow before she was swallowed up by the water. Then she swam past him, turned slightly, and fired her claw shot at a tentacle.

The water began to swirl around him, spinning around in a vortex.

Linkle let out a scream of bubbles as she was tossed around.

Link started for her, but then saw the creature rising above the surface. It looked like a giant mushroom, except with ridges of feather-like protrusions that waved around. Underneath them was a massive eyeball, easily ten feet across.

A target.

He charged forward and hammered it with his sword. The blows dug deep into the fleshy surface as the eye spun furiously in all directions. Then it snapped onto him.

The rising water suddenly stopped. A blast pushed him back, ejected from teh creature as it shoved him away. The eye dipped below the surface, shielding it from his attack.

Link's boots scraped on the metal grill. He bore down, fighting the current.

Above him the water level dropped rapidly.

Linkle surfaced. She bobbed for a second, then reached up to fire her claw shot. It shot across the chamber to the one of the tentacles wrapped around a pillar. Then she was flying out of the water.

Link started to take off his boots, but then he saw the eyeball spinning around again. He hesitated and then looked up at Linkle who was hacking at the tentacle. Hunks of flesh and purple blood rained down.

The creature howled, shaking the chamber.

The water began to rise again as did the creature's eye.

Link grinned grimly. He could trust Linkle to handle the tentacles above while he dealt with the creature's core. He tossed his shield onto his back and held his sword with both hands. Stomping forward, he forced his way past the buffeting water.

As soon as the current plucked Linkle from the pillar, the eye was exposed again and Link was ready.

With both hands, he slashed as rapidly as he could. Blood clouded the water around him but he attacked blindly until the creature's water blast blew him away and the creature sank back into place.

The water tugged down him as the upper levels were exposed.

He fought against the current as he watched Linkle use her claw shot to take her to the next pillar. She was cutting before she even hit the ground.

Link's gaze focused on Ganondorf's body. He was twisting violent in the center of the room, his swollen body glowing as his rock-hard cock swung around like a top. Even in the middle of combat, the creature was still raping him.

He growled and stormed back to the creature. This time, he pulled out a trio of bombs and prepared to light them. He got the timing of the blows right. He attacked the eye rapidly, but stopped a few seconds shy of the final blow. Lighting the bombs, he tossed them into the gap underneath the eye and then attacked rapidly to cause the eye to plunge down.

The blast of water was interrupted by his bombs. The explosion caused the eye to swell obscenely, blocking off its attempt to dive back down.

Then it exploded.

Link turned his head to avoid swallowing hunks of fluid and flesh. He leaned into the the blast that buffeted him, barely remaining standing as the gaping hole of the creature froze.

Above him, the tentacles began to thrash violently. They jerked and strained at the pillars, snapping them off.

Even Linkle froze as they watched the pillars tumble down. Then Link gasped as he watched cracks form along the ceiling, working their way toward the center.

Large chunks of stones began to fall.

One of the tentacles tore through the air only inches above his head. He flinched and brought up his sword, cutting into it but the force yanked him off his feet and he stumbled across the grill a few steps before regaining his balance.

Linkle wasn't done much better. More tentacles were smashing through the lowering water, kicking up huge sprays that buffeted her around. She jumped from the falling pillars as she tried to reach Ganondorf in the center of teh room.

Link charged from below, cutting at the base of the tentacles. Each one was touch, like slashing into rock, but he opened up deep wounds. After a few attempts, he focused on one and cut at it, hacking and hewing until it snapped off.

He looked up but it wasn't eh tentacle holding Ganondorf in place. He shook his head and found another tentacle. They were all moving around so quickly, he found it hard to track, so he focused on one and hacked at it until he managed ot cut through it.

Along the way, he was buffeted by blows himself. He knew he was losing health, but he couldn't give up.

The third tentacle was finally it. He cut through it at the same time Linkle had slashed through her end. Hunks of the rubbery, dense flesh slipped through the hole and Ganondorf plummeted down.

Linkle screamed as she dove after him.

Link rushed over, plowing through the water to try to catch him before he hit the bottom.

They both caught him at the same time. Link absorbed the blow in a flash of green as Linkle yanked up. Despite that, Ganondorf's body hit the bottom with a sickening thud.

Up close, Link's lover's body was covered in a thick layer of slime. His throat and ass were still stuffed with the severed tentacles and his body was glowing brightly from the eggs stuffed inside.

Link frowned.

"Shit," Linkle said.

Link grabbed the tentacle in Ganondorf's ass. He had to use both hands to pull it out, watching as the thick ridges and suckers slipped out of the sphincter. With it came a flood of juices and the eggs that weren't completely rammed inside. Each one was about half the size of Link's fist and they poured out of the gaping hole with a splash that left them rolling along the lines of the grill.

He started for the one caught in the Gerudo's throat, but then the ground shook violently and the air pressure changed.

Linkle gasped and looked around. "What is going---?"

An explosion of water burst out of from underneath them, launching them into the air with a tsunami of pressure.

Her question turned into a scream as they were fired into the gaping darkness.

Link flung himself over Ganondorf to shield his body.

Linkle grabbed both of them.

The darkness only lasted a second then they were in the sky. The pillar of water launched them high above Hyrule. The wind screamed as they were lifted up into the clouds.

Linkle's body began to slip away from him.

Link grabbed at her, but her water-slicked body slid. He started to release Ganondorf to grab her, but then he felt his lover's body sliding away from the same pressure.

For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes. Then Linkle reached back and grabbed something from her pack. She pressed a bundle into Link's hand. "Save him!" she screamed over the howling wind.

Link shook his head. He had to save both of them. He didn't want to lose his companion.

She jammed her foot on Link's chest, giving him a flash of her naked pussy. With a surge of strength, she kicked off him and tore herself free of his body.

Her smaller, lighter body caught the wind and she was yanked away.

Link let out a wordless cry as she hovered in the air.

Then he saw her dig into her pack. She pulled out a strangely-shaped flute. Bringing it to her mouth, she blew into it.

Nothing happened.

Ganondorf's body began to slip away.

Link turned to grab him with both hands, his fingers digging into Ganondorf's red beard while his other hand caught onto the only thing he could, the large balls that were perfect for gripping tightly.

The item that Linkle gave him fluttered for a moment before he realized what it was, a parachute or glider of some sort. With a gasp, he tried to ignore the rapidly approaching ground and straddled Ganondorf while fumbling with it.

He managed to deploy it only a few hundred meters above the ground. The wind caught the parachute and almost ripped out Link's shoulders with the sudden slowdown.

Link didn't care, he held onto Ganondorf as tightly as he could as their plummet was arrested and they were only falling rapidly instead of hitting terminal velocity.

Linkle's body flew past him as she continued on.

He let out a strangled cry.

She was still trying to play the flute, an ocarina. The song rang out as she played the same few chords over and over again.

Link's eyes burned as he silently begged for her to succeed at whatever she was trying.

Linkle's eyes caught his again as she played her last attempt. The musical notes hung in the air for a moment.

Then she disappeared in a cloud of glitter and swirls.

Link let out a gasp for relief.

It was short lived as they approached the ground. He saw the campsite from the night before, the perfectly arranged rocks around the spot for the fire.

Then they hit the ground with a sickening crunch that he knew they would both survive.

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Link shook as he pushed himself up to his knees. Every part of his body ached, from the joints that took the brunt of the impact to the abrasions that covered his hands, feet, and back from where he had shielded Ganondorf's much larger body from being scraped along a dozen meters of dirt and rocks.

He reached back and touched his back. The sharp pains caused him to wince as he looked at his blood-streaked fingertips. Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet and straightened.

In the corner of his eye, he caught the faintest green of his Triforce of Courage glow reflected off nearby rocks. He rubbed twigs out of his hair before he staggered over to Ganondorf's prone form.

Ganondorf was face-face. His naked body shone with sweat and slime. Link watched as ripples of the tentacle slime coursed off his muscular buttocks and down the valley of his defined muscles and the crevice of his buttocks. It continued past the gaping ring of his ass, pouring onto his balls, before tracing down the half-hard length to puddle into the ground.

Link's gaze drifted back to Ganondorf's violated opening. He could see more of the glowing eggs just inside. The opening flexed with Ganondorf's breathing and the eggs bulged against the inner ring with every breath.

Sadness and concern welled up inside Link. He knew he should be happy that his rapist was in such a position, but he had long since past the rubicon of falling in love with him. It was a rough, sometimes violent love, but he couldn't see his lover suffering.

Ganondorf groaned. His hip rose slightly as his muscles tensed.

A glowing pushed up against his anal ring, slipping out as the blue glow shone against the inner curves of his cheeks.

Then he relaxed his muscles and the egg sucked back in. More of them swirled in his stomach, the shifting blue visible even through his muscular abdomen that bulged out with the sheer amount of spheres buried inside him.

When he saw Ganondorf trying to eject the invader again, Link dropped to his knees between the dark-skinned man's legs. He reached out and pressed his fingertips on the tight ring, spreading it open with his smallest finger and thumb. He could feel the muscles quivering as he used his middle fingers to slip into the hot hole and hook around the rubbery sphere.

It rolled on his fingertips, but he managed to catch it before he tugged it out.

Covered in slime, the intruder slipped out of the tight hole and fell to the ground. It glowed brightly on the ground and he could see something wiggling inside it.

The idea his lover would be infected by whatever parasite was inside spurred Link to pushed a little further in to catch the one behind it. It was so hot, hotter than anything else as he swirled his fingers into Ganondorf's gaping sphincter before tugging the next one free.

Without a sound, he rested his hand on the hard muscular buttock and dug deeper.

Ganondorf groaned as he unconsciously pushed more of the eggs toward his opening.

Link used his fingers to pry them as as they were brought to him, adding to a rapidly growing pile between both of their legs.

Then he felt Ganondorf's ass press against his palm as the dark-skinned warrior pushed harder. It reminded Link of how he had pushed back into Ganondorf's huge cock and his own manhood grew erect underneath his water-logged tunic.

By the time the pile was too big to handle, there were no glowing eggs being pushed to the opening. Link sighed and glanced at Ganondorf. Seeing the man was still unconscious, he reached down with his free hand and pushed the pile to the side.

The eggs rolled to the side to slosh up against the still dark fire ring.

Then Link pushed harder, working three fingers into Ganondorf's ass. The hot pressure was intimate, a forbidden place that excited Link more than he could imagine. With his cock rubbing against his tunic, Link worked three fingers in to catch the next egg.

It slipped out from his fingertips.

He winced as he realized he had to dig deeper. Relaxing his small finger and thumb, he pressed all five against the opening and pushed gently.

Ganondorf's sphincter clenched on his fingers, almost breaking them, but the slickness from the slime allowed Link to work his fingers in and out of the opening until the muscles relaxed.

Underneath his hand, Ganondorf moaned and rocked his hips.

Link had to twist back and forth to get his hand to inch forward past the widest point.

Then, with a wet slurp, his entire hand popped into Ganondorf's asshole.

Ganondorf let out a grunt. His hips rose as his cock thickened, swelling up with his excitement. The thick, almost black rod, scraped against the ground as he responded to the pressure invading his asshole.

Worried that it would cause damage, Link used his free hand to wrap around the thick member and pull it away from the ground. His fingertips barely reached around the thick rod. With the skin slick with slime, he stroked it as he levered it back to keep it away from the moist ground.

The tight ring of muscles around his wrist tightened.

Link let out a soft grunt as he worked his hand deeper into the tight confines of Ganondorf's ass, pumping back and forth as he sought out the next egg. With every stroke, he watched with fascination as his lover's anal ring bulged out and clung tightly before it slowly slid back up.

Working blindly, he caught the next egg. The slick surface was easier to hold with all his fingers but when he tried to pull it out, the added girth made it impossible to pull out.

Frowning, Link made his hand as small as possible and pumped back, easing at the ring as he loosened it from the inside.

Ganondorf moaned again, his body stirring as his bare leg dug into the ground and slid through the slime-slicked dirt.

Link couldn't tear his gaze away from his arm pumping into his lover's ass. The slipping of flesh, the heated pressure, and the way it bulged out was making him painfully he hard. A part of him wondered what it would feel like to press his own tiny cock into the hole but he would never dare to do that.

Ganondorf's cock was for fucking, not his.

The shaft in his hand grew harder. Distracted, Link pumped from crown to balls. With every stroke, he could feel the tension of the anal ring squeezing and relaxing. Working in harmony, he managed to pull his hand free of the now gaping hole and tossed the egg aside.

He stared down at the pink opening. A hunger to do more filled him and he slipped his hand back into the tightness. The ring clenched around his arm as he dug deeper, seeking out the next egg that invaded his lover.

"W-What...?" groaned Ganondorf.

Link looked up with guilt and surprise, but that didn't stop him from working his hand deeper into his lover's bowels to grab an egg. Just as gently, he pulled it free as Ganondorf lifted his head and looked blearily around.

The Gerudo had taken some damage from the fall; Link could see scratches and bruises on his face. He shook his head and then his ass clamped around Link's wrist.

Link pushed his arm deeper into his lover's ass, sliding deep to grab the next egg. It was almost up to his elbow as it slid smoothly inside. His fingers wrapped around it, stretching the inner walls of Ganondorf's bowels before he pulled it out.

Ganondorf glanced over his shoulder. Then his eyes widened. "Get your---!"

The word ended with a gagging noise, then he turned his head back before vomiting a torrent of eggs from his stomach. As he did that, the tight ring loosened.

Link took advantage and plunged his hand deeper. The heel of his palm pressed against something hard and Ganondorf's cock suddenly grew harder under his hand. He pushed past it to find the next egg and pulled it out, his knuckles dragging along the firm surface from before he pulled himself free.

"Get---!" Ganondorf threw up again.

The glowing blue eggs, days worth of impregnation, spilled out on the ground. There were so many of them swimming in slime that it spread out from underneath Ganondorf in a cloud of brilliant blue.

Link pushed harder, thrusting his hand deeper. This time, he aimed to grind his palm against the firm spot and enjoyed how the cock in his other hand would pulse harder. The smell of excitement began to cut through the stench of the slime.

He worked methodically, driving his arm deeper between the black cheeks until he was almost up to his shoulder. His questing fingers found it harder to grab a sphere while his lover's body clenched and squeezed around him with each heave.

Then, after a long bout of throwing up eggs, Ganondorf let out a low groan of discomfort and pleasure. He tried to push himself up on his knees, but he slipped on the slime-soaked ground and only managed to spread himself obscenely open.

Finding it harder to find an egg to pull out, Link focused on pumping back and forth, stroking the firm point of pleasure inside Ganondorf's body. With every stroke, the black cock swelled and pulsed.

Then, Ganondorf's groan turned into a long, drawn out moan as his shaft pulsed. Hot splatters of cum poured out on the ground as he spewed across the eggs that were rolling underneath him. Link felt the heavy balls clenching as he continued to spray the ground with his seed.

Link smiled to himself as he continued to massage Ganondorf until the last of the shudders stopped. Then he did one last stretch inside, seeing out eggs as he fisted his lover deep.

"Get... the fuck out of my asshole!" growled Ganondorf, his voice hoarse from his trials.

Link was almost shoulder-deep in him when he looked up.

Ganondorf glared at him with burning yellow eyes that promised endless horrors. His matted beard glowed blue from the slime and there was dribbles from both corners of his mouth.

But, his cock was rock hard as it continued to jet across the ground.

"I will break you until the end days, rape every hole in... in..."

For a moment, he looked like he was going to vomit. He did, but then he froze as he stared back as if he didn't know what to do.

Link pulled back slightly to work his palm against Ganondorf's button.

His lover's cheeks darkened with a blush as he rocked his hips back. "S-Stop that! Right now! Stop!"

With a smile, Link leaned over and gave Ganondorf's cheek a kiss. The hard muscle under his lips flexed.

The cock in his palm gave one last flex as Ganondorf emptied his balls onto the ground.

Link matched his gaze as he drew his hand out, enjoying every centimeters of the sphincter clinging to it as he pulled out the last of the tentacle creature's eggs. He held it up for Ganondorf and then tossed it aside.

Ganondorf scrambled to his knees again and crawled away. His massive cock was limp from his orgasm as it swung back and forth. As soon as he was a few meters away, he turned around and slumped back.

Link looked down at his slime-soaked arm. He couldn't believe he just fisted Ganondorf and brought his lover to repeated orgasms without having the massive cock violating his body. He smiled and then stood up.

Ganondorf had planted one hand to cup his cock and balls. With his other, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. "I'm going to fucking rape you."

Link looked at him and then turned to head over the pool that Linkle had found earlier.

"Do you hear me? You are going to scream for mercy!"

Link grabbed his blue tunic and pulled it over his head. The air brushed against his naked body, including his own small cock that bobbed with his excitement. He turned to toss it on a rock and then looked directly at Ganondorf.

"You will regret this! You will!"

Link smiled broadly and nodded. Then turning away, he shook his ass once and then strode through the bushes. It was a deliberate tease and he knew it would only enrage Ganondorf more.

He only hoped that he would soon be choking on a cock or having it destroying his ass before the night was through. He needed it, just as much as his lover needed to dominate him to prove that he was the superior warrior.