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As Link took his leave, Navi hesitated at the bathroom’s threshold. She’d been travelling with Link long enough to know it’d be best if she sat this one out. She turned back around to hide in Link’s discarded clothes with a flurry of white sparkles.
Being an adult in the body of a child, Link was far stealthier than any actual ten-year-old would be. It was just one aspect of many to cement his guise of ‘Kokiri’. Still, it came as a surprise when Ganondorf didn’t notice him enter the room. Even before Link’s big, blue eyes settled upon the Gerudo, instinct tugged in warning, halting him like a rope around his neck.
An aura of danger flooded the room since he’d left it. Unspoken violence gathered about Ganondorf now to outreach even the grasp of his magic. The strangest part was that, outwardly, nothing about him seemed particularly menacing at all. He was seated upon the same chair as the night before. His gaze was fixed upon an unknown point in space. Leaning slightly forward with his elbows resting upon parted knees his hands were clasped. His expression was unreadable.
This would be far from the first time Link had ignored fear. Soft, careful steps carried him across the carpet until that invisible storm of murderous intent enveloped him. Though it made his hair stand on end, he knew that this anger was not meant for him.
Sensing a shift, Ganondorf snapped to look at him. It were as if a spell had broken. The menacing aura dissipated, evaporating around Link’s tiny form like swirls of smoke. Suddenly they could see each other clearly again. Ganondorf unclasped his hands, tension fleeing. He turned his attention upon Link, draping a wrist casually over one knee.
While the boy blushed and tugged upon his towel, the man assessing him wasn’t at all phased by his nakedness. Though it was honestly a lot more than that which forced Link to avert his gaze.
For the first time he was nervous. Not afraid, exactly, at least not in the ways he was used to. This had nothing to do with fear of pain or death. Approaching Ganondorf had been so much simpler when he’d expected rejection or a fight. Before he’d found out, in no uncertain terms, somewhere inside the man was the capacity to care about others, even him.
“...You alright, kid?” Ganondorf’s voice broke his reverie.
Link finally looked up. The Gerudo’s concerned expression sent a harrowing shiver through Link’s entire form. He remembered again the man’s animosity toward rapists. A hatred that was so personal it almost felt as though it weren’t just for the women he called his sisters. Though Link silently scolded himself for being so presumptuous. He looked away again.
“If I’m being honest,” A soft blush colored his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. “No.”
A coil of tension rose within Ganondorf’s form, a spark of emotion felt so much stronger now that he was closer.
“Of course not,” his voice was so much softer than Link was used to, though it still carried like rolling thunder. “No one would be…”
Link felt taken by the sympathy in those words. It echoed in the Gerudo’s features with captivating sincerity. Ganondorf looked away. His irises were dimmer now than the candlelight behind him.
“Will you be staying another night?” the Gerudo inquired.
Link hesitated.
“I was supposed to have left by dawn,” he lied again.
Ganondorf narrowed his eyes.
“Then why were you in the castle…?”
“I… know it’s foolish, but I wanted to see you one last time. Before I left.”
This time it was only a partial lie.
There was a long silence which followed. He could feel the Gerudo’s gaze burning into him from above. Scrutinizing him.
“Then allow me to escort you home.”
Link blinked in surprise.
“What happened today was my fault,” Ganondorf stated, easily falling back into his chair. Though there was nothing casual about the note of guilt hidden beneath the layers of apathy in his voice. “I will make your safety my priority until we part. I hope you don’t mind travelling on horseback by moonlight. Unless you’d prefer to ride at dawn?”
He looked toward the boy inquiringly.
This was a man who was used to getting his way. He did not even think his decision might warrant a rebuttal. Not that it did, to be sure. Link hadn’t the faintest desire to disagree with him. Instead his eyes became a little distant as he pictured himself on horseback with Ganondorf. Imagining how it’d feel to have the man’s strong, lean body pressed against his back. Overwhelming power both above and below driving them forth to the rhythmic beat of hooves striking the earth.
He nodded absently, before finding the mind to form an actual reply.
“I am already in your debt, my Lord…”
Link’s gaze settled upon Ganondorf’s hand the exact moment his grip tightened a bit upon the armrest of the chair. His reactions to Link’s form of address were enigmatic as so much else about him. He still couldn’t tell if the man hated it or loved it.
“Hardly,” Ganondorf dismissed. “Stay by me. If you won’t choose a time to depart, I will.”
He turned his attention away.
The energy between them was calm, though an odd tension was rising. If he wanted to act, Link realized, now was the time. He stepped closer until he was standing beside one of Ganondorf’s knees. His free hand fell to the plush fabric of the chair near it.
“All right. But… if I might have one last request…?”
Link didn’t dare look up. It was not that he had any hope of hiding his own emotions. It was that he did not want to see the look Ganondorf was likely about to give him.
“I know this might be strange,” Link faltered, swallowing his apprehension. “But… would you hold me?”
An agonizing silence stretched between them. Link could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he drew his towel tighter against his body.
“Hey, kid… Look at me.”
He obeyed without hesitation. There was something rarely seen within Ganondorf’s expression. Something almost like compassion. He gestured vaguely at himself.
“Come here.”
As he spoke he sat back, opening a place for the boy. Link wasted no time. He dropped his towel and climbed up onto the chair. His small body fit easily into the space between the man’s legs. Furtively he rested his hand upon Ganondorf’s thigh as he moved. Link’s breath quickened minutely at the feel of that silken material and the blazing heat of the Gerudo’s hard muscle beneath as he slid his hand up along it.
If Ganondorf noticed the intimacy of that touch, he didn’t show it. His hands were rough and hot as he drew the boy’s small body up against his own. One hand curled beneath Link’s bare thigh, the other resting between his shoulder blades, as the man nuzzled into the side of his throat. Link couldn’t suppress his heady little intake of breath, head tipping back in submission.
But this wasn’t the show of passion he longed for. This was merely part of an embrace meant to console him.
“Don’t be ashamed,” Ganondorf whispered.
His voice was rough and dangerous, yet sweeter than honey. Like the purr of an enormous man-eating cat. The bass of it could be felt through Link’s chest.
“I wasn’t angry with you,” he continued, “You didn’t deserve what happened. Or my dismissal.”
Link did not expect those words. Or at least he didn’t expect them to strike so deep. Somehow his most profound respite and consolation wasn’t coming from a friend, but from the very man he was meant to destroy. His eyes began to burn with tears. Not just in this moment, but time and time again, Ganondorf had showed him kindness he neither expected or felt he deserved. There had been times when he’d felt his boldness should have gotten him killed, or at least gravely injured, yet neither had ever occurred.
He wrapped his arms about the Gerudo’s neck, moving to nuzzle against his throat. Their cheeks brushed, Link’s breath coming in quiet shudders as his face shifted. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead he pulled himself up higher and kissed the side of Ganondorf’s mouth. His fingers slid over the smooth silver and topaz necklace which fit the man’s neck like a collar.
The softest inhale signaled the Gerudo’s surprise. Link slid his velvet-soft tongue across his bottom lip, earning a harsh shiver. Ganondorf’s arms tensed, his fingers arching against his back. The Gerudo’s other hand slid higher up along the boy’s thigh reflexively. Link squirmed, yearning to press his body against the Gerudo’s; desire and sorrow forming a tight, hot knot within his belly.
Suddenly Ganondorf pulled back.
“Link,” there was a new roughness in that deep, smoky voice. “What are you doing?”
The boy clutched at him, trying to follow him up and failing.
“Don’t…” Link breathed, almost pleading, “don’t stop me, please…”
“If you think this is what you owe me-”
“It isn’t,” Link interrupted. “I’ve wanted you since I first met you. I was scared, at first,” Link confessed, his words starting to come out in a rush, “But then I talked to you… and you taught me so much. Then today… You didn’t have to do what you did. None of it. Not the medicine or coming to my rescue. You would have given everything… for me.”
“Link…” Ganondorf turned his head away, sounding strained. “I didn’t do those things so I could be the one to take advantage of you.”
The boy tensed up at those words, emotion flaring within him.
“I’m not doing this to repay you, don’t you understand…?” Link spoke, “I’ve fallen for you.”
Clutching at Ganondorf’s neck and shoulder he pressed his lips against the man’s jaw for lack of being able to reach his mouth. Ganondorf’s respiration rate had subtly risen; his breathing quicker, shallower.
“I’m not a child,” Link reminded him, quiet but with an air of authority that surprised even him. “I’ve lived more years than you know, even if most of them were in seclusion from the rest of this kingdom. I know when I want someone.”
Link realized he was sweating despite being naked. The Gerudo’s already high body heat had turned sweltering. This in combination with his stunned silence were signal enough that Link had won and it was time to deliver the final blow.
“...I want you.”
As if spurred Ganondorf finally lunged into action. He struck with the speed of a cobra, taking Link off guard. Raking his fingers through the boy’s bright golden locks he canted his head before seizing him in a hungry kiss. Link moaned, loud and open-mouthed, as their tongues slid against one another and he felt the scrape of the man’s sharp teeth. The Gerudo’s unexpected ferocity sent a shock of lust down Link’s spine. He couldn’t help the way he arched within the man’s arms, nor the unbecoming whimper which escaped him.
Ganondorf’s free hand slid right up against the crease of the boy’s thigh. Only when his thumb pinned Link’s cock against his navel did the boy realize how hard he’d become. Ganondorf began to rub it in slow circles, making him swiftly lose control. Link twitched and bucked, gasping into the Gerudo’s mouth. The heat between them became suffocating. Link’s head spun when Ganondorf finally stopped kissing him in favor of raking his teeth against his tender neck.
“Ganondorf… ah…!” Link moaned, eyes rolling as his breath hitched. His entire crotch was tingling with impending release. “Your touch is… it’s like electricity…”
That was the last coherent sentence he mustered before his climax struck. He tossed his head back with a cry as he started bucking against the man’s hand.
Ganondorf covered Link’s entire crotch with part of his palm, giving him ample surface to grind against. Link could hear and feel the Gerudo panting raggedly against the side of his throat the entire time, aroused in sympathy for him. It was easily one of the most erotic things Link had yet to experience. A memory to truly keep him awake at night.
“So what is it, kid?” Ganondorf husked, “You want me to take you? To work you open until your body welcomes me inside it like an old friend? Or would you rather something… else.”
He repositioned his hand with a smooth drag. Link’s hole was still twitching when the man softly petted over it. The pressure was enough to make Link’s vision waver again, his hips twitching as his fingers slipped against the smooth material covering Ganondorf’s silken, decorated neck.
He could hardly believe he’d just been given the option.
“Yes… please,” Link gasped without hesitation. “Use me.”
He knew how big Ganondorf was. Remembered how it felt to take even just the tip of his cock. Remembered how scared he’d been when first he’d seen it. Yet the man’s words and his touch were so gentle. He knew he wouldn’t hurt him, not that he particularly cared if he did. Link had longed from the very start to be fucked by him. At this point he wanted it so much he no longer cared about the cost.
“Please,” he panted against Ganondorf’s collarbone again, “Do it.”
His only reply was the dizzying suddenness of being lifted, carried two steps, and then deposited upon the silken duvet of the bed. He caught a glimpse of Ganondorf’s expression. The sheer intensity of his hunger pinned him sure as any physical grip. Those heavy-lidded eyes shone like fire again, sharp teeth exposed in a bestial snarl as he shoved Link further up the bed with him. He parted the boy’s thighs with his large hands, lifted his hips at the same time, and delved in. His eyes closed as he pressed the flat of his tongue hard against Link’s hole, dragging a path up his perineum.
The boy gave a sharp gasp, tensed and clutched at the duvet. Whatever nervousness he still held was swept away by the first drag of that hot tongue. The subsequent strokes were just assurance that it’d never return. Ganondorf truly was as much an expert with his mouth as every other part of his body. Link was hard again in less than a minute and the coherency of his thoughts and rationale were left in shambles.
When Ganondorf backed off it was like he could finally think again, but his only thought was the desire for him to keep licking. Link looked up at the man with wide eyes, who then shot him a sly glare as he wiped his mouth the back of his hand. The Gerudo moved, languid and feline smooth, to lie beside him before he gently touched his thigh and slid lower.
This time when he stroked the crease of Link’s pert little ass his fingers were slick. Link didn’t question it. He was beyond used to the fact this master warlock could conjure whatever he pleased whenever he pleased. He did, however, tense up in reflex when the man began pressing against his entrance.
“Relax,” Ganondorf murmured. “I won’t hurt you.”
The man’s words were compounded by the soothing rumble of his voice. Even if this were his first time, Link knew he would have been swayed. As it was, it was time for his experience to really start to show. Biting his lip he reached out, pressing a hand to the man’s chest. Then he pushed. The combined pressure and sudden release of tension permitted Ganondorf’s thick finger inside him much swifter than intended.
The Gerudo caught his breath in time with Link’s own much harsher gasp. He didn’t know it, but he’d just taken the man up to the second knuckle. One couldn’t blame his ignorance, however, given the conspicuous lack of pain.
Even with ample preparation and much smaller men, there was always pain. Yet here there was only the delicious stretch of his entrance and a fullness of his insides. His head tipped back and his vision wavered, his cock jumping as he clenched down. He’d not realized how much he’d missed this feeling. Had never known he could get it from just fingers alone. Let alone just one.
Then Ganondorf slowly pressed further, grinding up against that spot which made Link’s mind go blank. It was a type of pleasure beyond comparison. His cock began leaking clear fluid as it twitched, his hips rocking back into Ganondorf’s hand.
“Feels good, doesn’t it…?” the Gerudo husked.
Link could barely find it in himself to nod, could barely process anything beyond the ecstasy of his prostate being massaged. His greatest response was the breathy, high moan that escaped him, then. He arched upon the bed and rocked harder into Ganondorf’s hand, barely noticing when he took his entire index finger.
Then Ganondorf began to withdraw. Link whined at that, actually whined, looking plaintively over at the man who gazed back at him with a silent, lustful promise. He smirked, just slightly.
“Patience, kid.”
Then he angled a second finger against him and pressed. Link took him with the same reckless greed as before. This time his eyes shot open and he caught his breath sharply. The stretch was intense. Paralyzing even without pain. For several seconds he found it hard to even breathe.
A low, dark chuckle alerted him to Ganondorf’s reaction to his eagerness.
“What did I just tell you…?” he whispered.
The involuntary shock wracking Link’s body, although brief, left him frustrated. The exact moment he could move again was the moment he started grinding back into Ganondorf’s hand with a vengeance. Each stroke left him shuddering, struggling to keep his muscles from giving out from the feeling. He found he rather liked this rapturous agony; this almost-pain that left his mind and body so consumed it were as though he were possessed by it.
His climax took him off guard, thundering through him with such a violence that threatened to rend him asunder. He cried out loud as his cock jerked and spasmed, untouched, his back arching off the bed. He didn’t notice the small amount of clear fluid which painted his heaving chest and stomach in modest glistening streaks. He took both Ganondorf’s fingers down to the last knuckle as his hips rocked, his stretched hole clenching around them in time with his spurting cock.
Only once his insides stopped their frantic gripping did Ganondorf finally withdraw. This time Link did not protest. He laid upon the bed, limp and panting raggedly.
As Ganondorf rose up Link caught the barest glimpse of his glowing eyes. He remained lying there as he gazed out the corner of his eye at the man looming high like a menacing shadow. He watched as the Gerudo slid his pants down, the silken fabric separating the hem from his shirt with glittering ripples of magic. The very silk itself swirled with violet before going black.
After removing his pants entirely he knelt before the boy. Link finally found the strength to look at him properly, watching as he wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked upward. A glistening, oily sheen followed, all the way to the very tip. When he let go several heavy strings of precum followed.
“You ready for me, kid?” he asked in that low, husky baritone.
Link gave a weak nod. Though he couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered on that dick. He struggled not to gawk, wondering how it was ever going to fit inside him. It was as hard as he’d ever seen it; dripping enough precum to leave dark spots upon the bedspread. The man must have been agonizingly aroused. Yet his self-restraint was monumental. The fact that he’d even ask such a thing…
Ganondorf took him by the hand to gently draw him up, urging him onto his lap as he sat back on his haunches. He helped him to kneel upon his thighs. Ganondorf lifted him higher as their bodies pressed close.
“Hold on to me,” the Gerudo commanded.
Link did so. He nearly faltered when Ganondorf spread his legs, forcing his own further apart in turn. Then he let one hand drop, gripping the base of his cock to angle it against the cleft of Link’s ass. The sheer heat of it drew a little gasp from the boy’s lips. Ganondorf urged him to lift himself even higher, his thick fingers digging into the meat of his ass cheek and spreading his well-prepped hole in the process. Link’s thighs shook slightly as he rose up until the head of that monstrous cock nudged against his entrance.
“At your leisure…” Ganondorf uttered, once again handing Link the mantle of control.
The boy bit his lip and did not hesitate. He’d waited too long, worked to hard, to even consider backing down now.
So he let himself drop. The pressure increased, then kept increasing, until he felt stretched far beyond what he thought were his limits. Yet never once did that massive cock breach.
Link had been expecting a struggle, however, so he tried a different technique. Lifting a bit he allowed some give before pressing down again with all he had. He scrunched his eyes closed as he pushed, gritting his teeth. Little frustrated huffs began escaping him. Even his best efforts and gravity weren’t granting him any leeway.
In spite of that, Ganondorf’s thighs kept tensing incrementally beneath his calves. He was breathing harsher, jaw tense as the rest of him as he nuzzled against the top of Link’s head. Even this felt like heaven to him. This delicious pressure combined with the powerful clenching centered right against the head of his cock. Still, he knew they couldn’t go on like this. Not without help.
His eyes slitted open, glowing bright as unseen purple magic rolled from the tips of his fingers to coil about his cock, encasing a little more than the tip. At the same time it coated Link’s straining ring, connecting them.
This act was followed by Link’s body yielding a little too suddenly. Ganondorf’s grip faltered as intense heat and tightness clamped around his needy cock. By the time he managed to reaffirm his grip Link had already taken a little over three inches all at once. Both of them gasped and cried out respectively, shot through by ecstasy and blinding sensation. Ganondorf tossed his head back with a heavy growling hiss as Link arched against him and silently screamed.
The boy’s fingers curled into claws as he raked at Ganondorf’s collarbone and shoulder. Blunt little nails slid harmlessly across silken fabric as the boy’s soundless cry turned very suddenly into a real one. Ganondorf placed a tremulous hand on Link’s back as if to soothe him, though he could hardly keep himself from shaking, tensing so hard beneath him.
Again the boy was overwhelmed by feelings beyond his comprehension. This went beyond pleasure and pain. This was something new, something blinding and indescribable. Still a part of him was confused. This should have hurt, certainly. It should have been agonizing, should have left him torn and bleeding.
But he was perfectly intact and well. Though he was indeed temporarily paralyzed, just like before. Wracked by pleasure so complete it looped back around into agony. The sensations were tearing his mind and nerves to shreds.
A lesser man may have wanted to escape it. Might have been overwhelmed to the point of being too scared to continue. But Link was no lesser man. With his stomach twisted into knots and his vision filled by stars and lights, he wanted nothing more than to continue.
“Ganondorf…” he whimpered pathetically, feeling suddenly like he was about to faint.
“Breathe, Link,” the Gerudo spoke in a low, rough growl, “You can take it. My magic will keep you safe.”
Though comforted by the words, so many questions of his suddenly answered, Link could do nothing except shudder in response. He was overwhelmed, brows furrowing as tears streamed down his cheeks. He forced himself to breathe deeper. Calming down until he no longer felt he’d lose consciousness.
Soon Link had relaxed enough to become aware of things outside himself. Resting his head upon the Gerudo’s chest he listened to the quick, powerful beat of his heart. The man’s breathing was so ragged he could hear each intake as a rumbling growl deep within.
Suddenly the man’s cock throbbed inside him, pulsing against his prostate in a way that had his hips jerking and eyes rolling back slightly. The pleasure had returned and he was more than eager to chase it.
He began to press down again, taking even more of Ganondorf’s cock, this time with the man’s steady guidance. Those feelings of being overwhelmed had evolved into something addictive. Something dizzying in the way it danced along the line of rapture and agony. So he kept sinking until the pressure in his stomach reached a peak and he could go no further.
Only then did Link begin to rise up, rocking his hips as he did so. In this way he fucked himself slowly upon the other man until little more than the tip was inside him. Then he began to descend in the same fashion. Over and over he repeated the process, each time faster, taking more with each roll of his hips, growing bolder.
Ganondorf’s self-control began to crack. Each panting breath came ragged with rising urgency. His thighs shook with the effort it took to not thrust up into the hot silken depths squeezing the life out of his dick. Similarly, his hands had begun to noticeably tremble.
It wasn’t long before Link ran into his own set of problems. The sheer girth of the Gerudo’s cock meant that each slide of his hips was a hard, grinding press against his prostate. Link began growing weak with pleasure, his eyes constantly rolling with every downstroke, his thighs unable to carry him with the same speed or efficiency. He felt his cock starting to twitch with the beginnings of another orgasm. That’s when he found he could no longer make it even partially up the man’s length.
Either sensing this or consumed by his own need, Ganondorf made to assist the boy at once. His free hand rose to grip his waist while the other remained on his hip. Holding him tight, he lent him his strength to attain the exact speed and depth Link had already established. This new, much smoother pace served to drive Link mindless with ecstasy in moments. It crashed over him like a merciless tide until his third orgasm hit with blinding intensity. No longer in control, Link could do nothing but let it happen.
Arching within the Gerudo’s grasp, Link tossed his head back with a wild, breathless cry. His grip tightened upon the man’s shoulders and neck as he struggled to maintain purchase. His whole body shook so hard his thighs began to vibrate, his cock leaping with gentle spurts of clear fluid as Ganondorf milked it out of him without mercy.
The last time he’d had an orgasm this intense was the last time he’d had Ganondorf’s dick inside him. Except this lasted so much longer. He was in ruin by the time it began to abate. Nearly unconscious, he felt his world suddenly turn upside down around him.
His shoulders hit the bed followed by his slack arms. His hips were held aloft by two large hands gripping his waist and the huge cock impaling him. Ganondorf fucked him with rapid, shallow strokes, keeping Link on the edge of euphoria. It were as if his orgasm hadn’t truly ended, but had merely abated like the receding tide.
When his vision cleared of stars he saw Ganondorf clearly again. He was arched over him elegantly like a beast in rut, his taut, rolling muscles visible through his skin-tight shirt. Turning his gaze lower he saw the man kneeling, thighs spread and flexing with every smooth, deep thrust. Link hugged the Gerudo’s trim waist with shaking thighs, lovingly embracing him as best he could, so deeply happy he could finally provide him this pleasure.
When he gazed up the length of his own body he watched, fascinated, as at the apex of each thrust the head of Ganondorf’s cock created a visible bulge in his abdomen.
He laid his head back, eyes lidded as he ran his hands up his body. He felt it beating against his palms, tried to press, to squeeze, but each time it withdrew from his grasp only to come back just as strong.
He realized suddenly he was about to come again.
Trying to keep focus failed miserably. It crested over too fast, overwhelmed him too completely. He tried to arch, his thighs jerking against Ganondorf’s waist as he pushed into his thrusts. Sweet little gasps escaped him now in the place of moans, his eyes rolling as he continued pressing his hands down against the bulge of the cock ravaging him, clawing himself softly.
Seeing straight remained difficult after that. Ecstasy kept cresting over him in random waves. Fluid dribbled from his constantly twitching cock in a stream far beyond what he thought himself capable of producing.
He had no idea this was because his prostate was being milked due to the position they were in. He knew of that sweet spot, of course, but not its purpose or function or even exact location. Though now he was starting to get a picture far clearer than any doctor could possibly provide.
Somewhere amidst those gentle, constant orgasms a much more powerful series of contractions wracked him without warning, making him buck and tense up as best he could through his exhaustion. A soft, sweet little gasp was all he could manage for it, his eyes rolling back yet again as his insides squeezed and his cock pulsed.
It was about then that he finally felt Ganondorf’s hips start to stutter. Harsh, gasping breaths turned to deep, growling moans above him.
The Gerudo began heavily panting words in his native tongue, repeating the last two like a mantra. His thrusts became swift and shallow, his whole body tensing gradually until at last Link felt the first violent pulse of his cock followed by a surge of heat striking his insides. Though barely coherent, Link had the presence of mind to look up. To try to catch the man’s expression as he came inside him.
He was glad he did.
Ganondorf arched over him as his breath caught, expression unguarded. He looked almost agonized, those vibrant eyes squeezed shut tight beneath heavy brows. For the first time Link noticed how the brilliant gold of the man’s eyeliner contrasted very prettily with his deep purple eyeshadow. It was exactly like what the women of his kingdom wore, only so much more elegant and glittering even beneath the candlelight. Link was shocked by how good it looked on someone so undeniably masculine. His sharp teeth glinted as he canted his head back with one final, hard shudder. Then he slowly relaxed, panting raggedly.
Link’s entire abdomen felt hot and he was sweating again. Each pulse of the cock deep inside him was felt from base to tip, so powerful it made the bulge in his abdomen twitch.
Slowly Ganondorf began to withdraw, at the same time pulling Link forward a bit. The process took much more time and care than he’d expected, ending with a jolt as the tip popped free followed by a gush of hot fluid. As he was lowered to lie normally upon the bed even more flooded out in a wave that shocked him.
While Ganondorf braced himself above on hands and knees Link rolled onto his side with a pathetic, embarrassed whimper. He couldn’t keep the deluge of cum inside him no matter how hard he tried. Though the relief of it’s exit was unexpected.
The sheer volume had inflated his stomach to the point of discomfort. Feeling it let go was a pleasure he’d have never expected to feel and was equally embarrassed for. It was also hardly worth the great puddle he was now lying in.
Ganondorf laid on his side before suddenly taking Link’s nearly limp form into his arms. He pulled him close, letting him rest his head upon his arm while the rest of his small naked form lie draped across the bed. Link nuzzled closer as the Gerudo petted him, gently stroking his side and back until he made it to the boy’s tender ass.
Without the strength to protest, he could only allow Ganondorf to slide his fingers up against his messy hole. A whisper of something Link couldn’t catch was followed by a slow stroke that left him feeling inexplicably clean and dry. That same hand travelled slowly over his thighs with an open palm. The energy radiating from it made all his fine, soft hairs stand on end. When his legs twitched, stretching out and rubbing together, he was surprised to feel that deluge of cum he’d just been half lying in had vanished.
He looked up at Ganondorf with exhausted, inquiring eyes. The man just smiled back at him a bit, before some concern came over his expression.
“Does it ache?”
Link shook his head. When he moved or clenched it certainly felt… odd. But not in a way he was unfamiliar with or which could be called painful. It was a far cry from what he was used to.
He was used to it hurting.
“I’ve never felt such pleasure…” Link whispered, exhausted, as he laid his head upon the man’s arm.
Ganondorf canted his head a bit, looking actually a bit curious.
“Really?”
“I didn’t know it was possible. The way it just kept… coming.”
He shuddered softly upon a spasm of residual ecstasy, clutching at Ganondorf’s chest as he cuddled against him. The man wrapped his arm about him in kind, resting a hand upon his back as he nuzzled into his hair.
“Then I hope it’s something you never forget.”
Link smiled softly, closing his eyes. He felt so heavy. Yet so deeply comfortable. Like he could fall asleep like this and not move for hours and hours.
“I never will.”