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„O‘ great Dragon Lord Ganondorf Dragmire, protector of these lands, I beseech you and offer myself to you,“ a beautiful, melodic voice called out to him.
Oh? Was it time already? Had a hundred years passed again, for the next offer to appease him and make him purge the land of monsters and darkness? Had they been so desperate to send a living sacrifice now? Not that he would mind. It certainly was refreshing to talk to someone for a change and perhaps feast on her body.
He emerged from the shadows, from behind the great dragon statue, carved in his likeness as a serpentine dragon, into the circular chamber. Sunlight filtered through cracks in the domed ceiling of his shrine. He pressed his claws against the statue, shifting forward to get a better look at the young maiden standing in the middle of the chamber, hands clasped in front of her. The statue groaned with fresh fractures as he drove his weight into his clawed paw.
The woman was tall, light brown hair cascading down her back in gentle waves, golden chains and gems woven into her strands and making it shine like the starry night sky. Her long pointed ears nearly dipped down beneath the weight of so many earrings, chains connecting them as well. She was young and pretty, her body equally adorned with gold and gems, clad in black silks so sheer they left nothing to imagination. His nostrils flared as he slithered around her.
Her back was ramrod straight and she only followed his circling with her purple eyes, a hard and determined glint in them.
„What do we have here?“ he rumbled, smoke curling from his nostrils and jaw, „Are they so desperate to send a living sacrifice to my lair?“
His claws clacked on the stone, the rest of his body still hidden in the shadows behind the statue.
„Nearly two hundred years have passed, since the last time you have been seen circling the skies,“ she spoke up, voice unwavering. „Your protection is crumbling.“
Oh. His well deserved nap might have taken longer than he‘d actually intended. Well, what‘s done was done and it had led them to this moment.
His tongue slithered forward, tasting the air - his own scent was unmistakable. Fire and ash.
Her smell was sweet, almost cloyingly — a floral fragrance he was short on sneezing at. There was a tinge of fear, at the edge, barely noticeable. The more overwhelming smell was pure arousal, beneath the floral perfume they must have dunked her in.
A deep chuckle filled the chamber, leaning closer until his snout was mere inches from her body and still, she didn’t move, staring right into his massive golden eyes.
„They could have left a few more slaughtered cows and pigs here and I would have been satisfied. What made them drag forth a poor maiden to offer herself up?“ he mused aloud, clacking one claw against a carved rune in the ground. It sparked and sputtered to life with his magic.
„No one did. It was my own choice,“ the young woman answered, a hitch in her breath as she continued: „As the Princess of these lands it is my duty to protect my people and do what is best for them.“
She stepped forward, unclasping her hands and lifting one up. Her shaking palm hovered above his snout. Then she touched his scales, warm and slick.
The smell of fear intensified, yet her touch grew firmer.
„To spill my blood on these holy chambers and bring those runes to life,“ she said.
Ganondorf blinked at her, stunned for a moment, before he laughed. It boomed around the chamber, shaking the foundations and the young maiden‘s face scrunched up in confusion. Her hand pulled back.
He missed her gentle touch.
„Pray tell me, little princess, what have you read about offering oneself as a sacrifice?“
She furrowed her brows, shifting her weight onto one leg, hip jutting out. She had curves in all the right places, Ganondorf noted, tongue slipping out again to taste the air.
„That I will give my life in this very chamber. That my blood will fuel your magic… that… a pure maiden has the strongest effect.“
Ganondorf chuckled, growling deep in his throat. Really, that was how they had passed down that particular knowledge? Turning a willing offer, carnal pleasure to satisfy him and refresh his spirits, to bloody murder?
Perhaps he should descend upon the human realm once more and not only circle the sky. Remind them that they were at his mercy, that he held the darkness and monsters at bay.
„I am disappointed in your kind,“ he sighed deeply and moved closer, nudging her shoulder with his snout and oh, her skin was warm and smooth, inviting in the most tantalizing way. „You won‘t die here, princess. But neither will you return. You are binding yourself to me with this ritual.“
Her breath hitched. She shuddered, eyes fluttering shut, and then slowly slid down onto the smooth stone floor, fingers tracing the inner most circle engraved with runes.
„O‘ mighty Lord Ganondorf,“ she whispered, but her voice filled the whole chamber, sinking into his scales, his flesh and bone and soul. His magic surged, begging to be freed. The princess trailed her fingers along her slender neck, her collarbones covered in chains and gems, the swell of her breasts and pert nipples, visible through the excuse of the dress she wore. „Take this willing maiden.“
Ganondorf laughed once more, amusement dancing in his eyes. She tipped back on her elbows, a shiver running down her body, legs still pressed together. She looked delectable, a divine offering. He would enjoy her. Carefully, he used his claws to part her legs. Without a warning, he ripped the dress‘s skirt apart, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Brown curls crowned her core, glistening and slick with her juices.
„Did the prospect of death arouse you that much, little princess?“ he rumbled, letting his breath ghost over her folds. Her scent overwhelmed him, his serpentine body shuddering, coiling. He dragged his rough tongue over her slick folds in a broad stroke.
„N-no, not the prospect of death, but…“ she whispered breathlessly, holding in her moans, „… you. In your mighty glory and mercy.“
He huffed, letting his tongue caress her core agonizingly slow. Her facade broke down, face crumbling. The princess moaned loudly, hips jerking forward and then away, as if the poor thing was unsure about what she desired. He pressed his claws on her hip, immobilizing her as licked her cunt again. She tasted divine, his magic coiling tightly beneath his skin, ready to burst forth any moment now.
„What is your name, little princess?“ he rumbled against her core, his breath hot on her wet skin. She blinked at him, a fierce blush tinting her cheeks. Her chest heaved with deep breaths, the chains and low hemline highlighting the swell of her tits.
„Zelda Hyrule,“ she stammered, her breath shallow, pupils blowing wide. The smell of arousal heightened.
Her name was a divine ring to his ears, carved into his very soul by time and fate.
„Well, Zelda Hyrule,“ he purred, tasting her cunt one last time, pushing his long tongue into her wet warmth. She was tight, oh so tight, her walls squeezing and fluttering. He thrust his thick tongue in and out of her. Zelda moaned, hips canting up against his mouth. It was a shame that he had to pull away, but his little gift wore too much fabric still.
He moved his head, sinking his teeth into the intact part of her dress. His lips grazed her mounds and then he tore the fabric apart. His move elicited another gasp. His tongue lapped at her tits, circling her nipples.
The air grew heavy with magic, a deep groan vibrating in his throat. Zelda spread her arms, sliding them along the stone floor, searching for something to hold onto. A few runes began to glow golden, before the light sputtered out. Ganondorf chuckled darkly, leaning away from her.
She was the one.
What little was left of her poor dress hung in tatters from her beautiful figure, leaving her only bedecked in gold and gemstones.
„Will you take me like this?“ she asked and he stopped moving closer, smoke puffing from his nostrils as he snorted. „I‘ve read about your shape shifting abilities, my lord.“
Oh? She knew of his more human form? He showed rows of sharp teeth in a smile, chuckling as he moved his long body. Her gaze swept along, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth. The heat in her eyes was positively invigorating.
A deep growl rolled through him, smoke and dark magic curling around his body as he shifted into a form with which she would be far more comfortable. The smoke coalesced into his human shape. He loomed above the princess.
Her eyes raked over his form, smoke wafting around him, slowly revealing more. His tail flicked languidly across the floor. A smug grin spread on his lips. Those purple eyes moved oh so slowly, her breath coming in short bursts.
„Am I appealing enough?“ he purred, placing a hand next to her head, strands of fiery hair slipping forward.
Zelda blinked up at him, lifting her hands tentatively. Cool fingertips grazed his jaw, carding through his beard. One hand slid into his hair and up, touching one of his horns. A groan slipped from his lips, eyes closing in sweet bliss as she stroked it — sensitive to her touch.
Clever woman.
Her other hand trailed down his neck, tracing scales and shifting muscles, quite shamelessly pressing her palm flat against his chest. Just above his beating heart.
„Yes, my lord,“ she murmured, voice laced thick with want. Her fingers carded through his chest hair and she used both hands to caress his stomach. He let her take her fill, enjoying her reverent touch — the way she brushed her fingers over the scales scattered on his body, the way her eyes swept from his face to his chest and lower.
She licked her lips as her gaze landed on his length, hanging stiff and heavy between his legs. Her mouth moved in a silent prayer, her gaze finding his.
„This is what it entails being an offering to me,“ he rumbled, taking his aching cock in hand. He stroked slowly, thumb brushing the ridged underside and he groaned. A wide grin spread on his lips. „Are you ready, my sweet princess?“
Zelda swallowed hard, her gaze tearing away. Yet there still was no fear, no regret, just a deep seated hunger shining in those purple eyes — which took him aback a little. In his long life only few had been eager to give themselves to him willingly. Some of them shared her name.
Oh, he would take care of her.
He lowered himself down on her, bare bodies flush. A deep sigh fell from his lips. Even like this she felt wonderful, as if she was made for him. Her skin was soft and unmarred, creamy ivory that begged to be marked by his lips and teeth and claws.
„I swore to fulfill my duty. No matter what might await me in here,“ she said, her arms winding around his neck, fingers carding into his mane.
She was a brave woman, foolish, but determined and he could appreciate a strong mind. He leaned down, ghosting his lips over her tender neck. She inhaled deeply, chest rising against his, her breasts squished.
„I accept your offer, princess,“ he purred. Then he sank his teeth into her skin, breaking it with ease. The taste of iron filled his mouth, making him rut against her, his cock rubbing against her thigh. She gasped in pain, fingers tugging hard at his hair, yet her hips jerked up. Her arousal hung heavy in the air. He licked the bitemark, his magic flaring up to let the wound scab over and heal until scars remained.
The first claim of his on her body. His lips brushed and caressed her skin in worship, tugging at the gold chains while her delicious sounds spurred him on. His tongue dipped into her navel, feeling her stomach ripple with a sigh and chuckle. He moved her legs, inhaling her scent. His magic swelled, coiling so tightly beneath his skin he felt a little uncomfortable. He needed to release it.
His teeth grazed her inner thigh. Then he covered her cunt with his mouth, tasting her essence. A groan vibrated against her wet skin and he enjoyed her taste thoroughly. Zelda‘s body twitched, hips rocking into his ministrations.
The innermost circle began to glow a faint red, responding to his magic. He exhaled through his nose, holding the writhing princess still. She was a sight for his sore eyes when he gazed up into her face. She had pushed herself up on her elbows, expression slackening with each of his licks, of his tongue slipping between her folds. He traced runes on her thighs with his fingertips, pulling away to graze his teeth against her soft skin.
He retracted his claws on his fingertips. There was no need to hurt her, not when he wanted her to enjoy carnal pleasure. Ganondorf‘s tail twitched and swished along the floor in excitement when he plunged a finger inside her. Her soft moans were all the validation he needed to continue preparing her for his cock, for the moment she would be truly his.
Elegant fingers carded through his mane, brushing his horns and making him growl against her thigh. He bit her flesh gently, enjoying how her leg twitched away. She grabbed one of his horns, tugging him closer to where she wanted his mouth the most. In retaliation he crooked his finger inside her, slowly pulling out to tease her clit. Her grip around his horn slackened.
Suddenly, she hauled herself up, holding onto his horn and grabbing the other as well now. Sparks shot down his spine right to his cock, making it throb. He hissed sharply, looking up at this strange princess — brave and foolish in equal measure and yet her touch, the way her grip gentled and her fingers stroked his horns, felt familiar. Her nails scratched his scalp, carding through his wild hair and he turned back to kiss and lick her waiting core.
Zelda pressed closer, her stomach rippling as her breath hitched. His lips tingled, feeling her magic roll beneath her skin. He peppered kisses onto her thighs and lower stomach, tongue lapping at her skin. His own magic responded to her light, divine and holy, the polar opposite to his darkness.
He craved her — body, soul and mind. A touch to his jaw made him look up, fingers tracing his jawline and neck. Not purple eyes were looking down at him with need, with determination to see this through, but blue ones. Another blink and they were green, turquoise, even red. Blonde or auburn hair framing her face until it switched back to the light brown of this Zelda.
He leaned up on his hands, diving up to kiss this infuriating woman deeply. She reciprocated instantly, one hand winding around his neck, the other splaying on his chest.
„You lied,“ he breathed against her lips. Feeling her body tense beneath his touch, eyes widening in confusion — he had to admit that it felt exhilarating in a way. Should he let her guess what he meant?
But he was in a good mood and purred, „You knew that I wouldn‘t spill your blood. That sex would be the outcome. You wouldn‘t have dressed this scandalous as the princess of Hyrule, sacrifice or not.“
To her credit, she caught herself quickly, blinking at him before relaxing again. The smile on her lips was a tentative one, bridging the small gap between them. Each peck to his lips softened his heart toward her, made his magic flare up in response.
“Yes, I lied,” she said.
Ganondorf sat back, pulling her into his lap. Her cunt pressed against his aching length, eliciting the neediest sounds from them both. His fingers flexed on her hips. Zelda rocked against him and he lifted her up, his cockhead nudging her folds. She trembled, biting her bottom lip to stifle her excited mewl.
The moment her tight wet heat engulfed his cock, made him groan and nearly lose his self-control. Yet he couldn‘t tear his gaze away from Zelda — tipping her head back and sinking down on him with a confidence he hadn‘t thought possible. His magic rushed out of him when he janked her down fully onto his shaft, bottoming out while she cried in ecstasy and surprise.
Her own light joined his darkness, bodies and magic twining as one. He wrapped an arm around her lower back, leaning on one hand. The runes on the ground burst to live, the floor turning a pinkish red, his power bleeding into the stone. Zelda ground her hips against his, hands digging into his shoulders. Her dazed and awed gaze settled on him after surveying their magic bursting forth.
„It works,“ she breathed, wrapping both arms around his neck.
One by one each rune began to glow golden once more. The air was thick with their powers, cloying on their tongues. It pushed them forward, Ganondorf feeling very alive after two hundred years of a dazed sleep and haunting dreams of their voices and touches.
Hers was the very same, cradling his face between her gentle hands. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth. Then she pressed her nose into his cheek. His name whispered against his skin, needy and wanting. Remembrance turned reality. Long-dead craving burst back to life, blazing through his veins, through every fiber of his being.
Ganondorf turned his head, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His groan was muffled by them, her hands wrapping around his neck. They moved as one, rocking against each other, savouring this closeness. His magic pulsed, brighter and heavier, reaching for her light. He held her still, snapping his hips up, nails digging into her soft skin.
Zelda buried her face against his neck, panting and begging, holding onto him for dear life. Her light answered his plea, runes shining a bright white gold. He cupped her behind with one hand, grinding and moving her like he pleased, like he needed, like she needed as well. Pleasure coiled in his gut. His thrusts lost their finesse, the urge to chase that high overwhelming him.
Her sweet sounds, her body arching against his, her hands scrambling around his shoulders and nails digging into his skin spurred him on. His tail thumped on the stone floor. His whole body felt like he was falling apart, pleasure burning hot in his veins, pressure gathering in his loins as his magic burst out in waves. He nuzzled her neck, tongue lapping at her scar, her mark that was imbued with his magic.
Then he groaned against her skin, pulling her as close as he could, unraveling around her. He found his sweet release inside her, smoke curling from his lips and nose. His magic pulsed through the chamber, sharp and heavy. Zelda came undone as well, stilling in his arms, skin aglow, motes of light dancing in the air around them.
Ganondorf rocked his hips against her, groaning when he released his powers in a shockwave that went beyond his lair. A gentle wave followed afterward, soothing and healing. The lands were purged from monsters, his darkness fizzling away, while the princess’ blessed divine light healed the torn and hurt.
His lips brushed her jawline, her cheek, tongue slipping past her lips. Zelda’s hands trembled when they cupped his face in a tender touch once more. His hand on her ass kept her close, his other roaming her back, clawed nails tugging at the gold chains, at her hair. He could not stop touching her, hungry for her light, her soft moans and softer body. He pulled away, even if he didn’t want to, gazing down at her with intensity.
He opened his mouth, but Zelda spoke up first, “You lied as well.”
The words hung heavy in the air, his grip in her hair tightening as he tugged at them gently. She didn’t fight against it, tipping her head back into the motion. Did she know that he was responsible for the darkness roaming the lands, for the monsters reappearing after a few decades? Was she–
“You won’t force me to stay with you. Yes, I am bound to you,” Zelda whispered. Her hand stroked the scarred mark on her neck, pulsing gently with his magic. Her eyelids fluttered and she sighed, shifting in his lap. He nearly lost his focus, still buried in her warmth. “But you won’t keep me against my will. You haven’t done so with my ancestors…”
Easing his grip in her hair, he cupped the back of her head. His lips quirked up into a crooked smile as he huffed a laugh. What a smart woman she was. Now that he thought about it, her earlier comment about his ability to shift forms made much more sense. One of the past Zelda’s must have written about it. Perhaps a journal? He should inquire about it, but the moment of truth crawled ever closer.
The one question he had posed to all who have come before this Zelda in his lap. The bud of hope blooming in his chest couldn’t be quelled anymore. It would make the inevitable sting of rejection hurt all the more.
“There is another ritual,” he began, voice carefully devoid of any emotion, “One that will change the course of the rest of your life. Far more than the one we’ve done.” His tail flicked back and forth quickly and he saw her gaze settle on his appendage for a second, before watching him again.
“What do you want from me?” she said. She placed one of her hands on his chest, right above his hammering heart, palm flattening against his hot skin.
“The ritual will turn you immortal, turn you into the same thing I am. Not quite a dragon, but certainly not human anymore.” He took a deep breath. “Will you stay by my side, Zelda?”
Her gaze strayed to her hand on his chest, watching herself stroke and caress his skin. The silence stretched between them and Ganondorf’s nerves frayed and unraveled and he was so close to demand an answer from her. But then she looked into his eyes and his breath hitched in an involuntary inhale. She leaned up tilting his face toward her and kissed him so incredibly soft he felt more bewilderment than relief.
“Will that end this tradition? Will it end the recurring flood of monsters?”
He sighed against her lips, “Yes, there will be no need.” He kissed her deeply, “For another sacrifice.” And again, “The human realm won’t suffer anymore.” He shifted their positions, laying her out on the ground, her legs wrapping around his hips to keep them joined.
“And you won’t be alone anymore,” she murmured, kissing him back and holding him close. A broken sound fell from his lips and she soothed him with more kisses. They grew in intensity. She called his name like a prayer and a plea.
He lost himself in her pleasure, her body and her voice. For the first time in centuries, he felt like crying out in joy. Their magic twined even tighter, binding their souls until they couldn’t tell a difference. Her clawed nails dug into his back, leaving red streaks in their wake. Her sharpening teeth dug into his collarbone, his neck.
Once the lands were plagued by monsters. Darkness had poisoned the people, the forests and lakes, the great mountain ranges – everything that it touched. But legends told about the last great sacrifice – a princess appeasing the guardian dragon of the realm and giving up everything to save her kingdom and its allies.
It is told that only the luckiest people are able to spot the great serpents circling high in the skies – black and white streaks forever guarding their realms, twining and twirling around each other in a mesmerizing dance. There are rumors that they might also walk among men, but scholars were unable to prove that theory.