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Her touch is distracting him, her fingers sliding along his collarbones as he carries her through hallway after hallway, dodging stray guests and constructs. Her lips brush his throat in butterfly kisses. Soft breaths ghost over his skin.
Desire burns in his veins ever since he had laid eyes on his wife mere hours ago, dressed as a goddess, the gold paint catching the light just so.
„Ganondorf,“ she mutters, her voice laced thick with want. By Din, she truly will be the death of him.
He changes his grip on her, stopping to press her against a wall, so close to their guest quarters already, but he needs to taste her.
Zelda wraps her legs around his waist, arms winding around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. He growls, loving the way she looks up at him. He devours her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans. Her hips grind down on his stiff length and in response he presses against her harder, letting her feel his desire, his lust for her.
Her underwear is soaked, probably leaving a wet patch on his trousers, but he couldn‘t care less. Ganondorf kisses and ruts against his wife, groaning her name, feeling like a young lad again overwhelmed by his own desires.
She answers him with a bite to his bottom lip, a hard tug to his hair and then she dares to breathe: „Are you that impatient to take me right here and now? Don’t you want to cherish me?“
Their gazes lock and he licks his lips, chasing the sweet taste of her. Then he cracks a smirk, cradling the back of her head, while his other slips beneath her wonderfully plush behind to steady her.
„Do not worry, my sweet wife,“ he assures her, grin sharp, „I will.“
He carries her over the threshold, kicking the door shut. She cups his face between her hands and kisses him deeply, their breaths mingling. Her hands slip down and slide along his shoulders, nails scratching his skin.
He loves when she does that, when she is just as eager to mark him as he wants to mark her. He presses another kiss to her lips, gentler this time, before he throws his precious cargo onto the bed.
Zelda yelps, bouncing on the mattress, laying there and blinking up at him. Her chest heaves with heavy breaths. Did the dress's hemline slip even lower? It is already low to begin with, easily drawing his eyes to her wonderful breasts. Zelda pushes herself up on her elbows, a mean smirk spreading on her lips.
Then the little minx shakes her chest, a rough laugh spilling free from her and that undoes him. He cages her in mere seconds, looming above her. A deep groan rumbles in his chest as he bends down to kiss her lips, the corner of her mouth. He nips at her jawline, humming. His teeth graze her soft skin on her throat, tracing the golden lines adorning her flesh.
„Zelda, my goddess,“ he groans. He presses an open mouthed kiss to her throat. Then he leans away and watches her squirm beneath him, a pretty flush spreading on her cheeks and pointed ears — even down her neck. Will she ever get used to his praise?
He hopes that will never happen.
He strokes her cheek with the back of his fingers, smirk softening into a warm smile. She turns her head and kisses his fingers, his knuckles, eyes fluttering shut.
„Look at me, Zelda,“ Ganondorf murmurs.
Her eyes snap open again and he sees the hunger, love and adoration shining in them. The proof that what they have is real and true. He cups the side of her face and strokes his thumb along the painted tear. Then he traces the lines on her neck and collarbones with his fingertips. Her skin is warm beneath his touch, soft and inviting, almost begging to be marked by his lips and teeth.
„I will worship you, my goddess,“ he promises in a low voice, his fingers trailing along the hemline. Zelda‘s flush deepens upon his continued praise, but she keeps looking at him, pupils blowing wide.
He tugs the hemline down. Her breasts spill free and he exhales loudly. The lines that had been visible had intrigued him already. Perhaps he should thank Sonia after all. The devilish woman had painted sunrays around Zelda‘s nipples, going so far as to paint those gold as well.
Ganondorf cups one breast, squeezing the supple flesh. He brushes his thumb over Zelda‘s nipple, enjoying her deep inhale, the beginning of a soft moan on her lips. He traces the areola, circling slowly and then he pinches the poor nub. Zelda moans sharply in answer, eyes going half-lidded, and she arches into his touch.
„My sweet goddess, what do you need?“ he whispers as he bends down. He blows his breath on her other nipple. Another deep inhale, the rise of her chest is mesmerizing to watch.
„You, all of you,“ Zelda answers.
That will do for now. He has promised to take his time and worship her like she deserves — like the goddess she is. He is but a mere mortal, bending in supplication to bask in her divinity.
His gaze flicks up to her face. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, flush still high on her cheeks. Then he closes his mouth around her nipple, suckling gently. He watches her face contort in pleasure, a moan spilling free from her lips.
He thinks he hears his name. He is far too focused lavishing her with attention, moving to trace every painted sunray with his lips and tongue. His wonderful and alluring goddess writhes beneath him, arching against his mouth. Slender fingers thread into his hair, cradling the back of his head.
„Oh, Ganondorf,“ she whispers, voice heavy with desire. He trails back to one poor nipple, breathing down on it. Zelda inhales deeply, her hand pushing him down in silent command.
Ganondorf grins and swallows the nub again, sucking hard. Her head tips back, a loud moan bouncing around the chamber. He pinches her other nipple harder and it makes her gasp. Nails scratch his scalp, making him growl against her flesh. Once more, he pulls away and nuzzles his face between her tits, brushing his mouth against her skin, inhaling deeply.
She smells of floral oils and something that is uniquely her. A scent that drives him insane with want.
Then he lavishes her other breast with the same attention, tracing every line with his tongue and teeth, slowly dragging across her skin. His beard must scratch her as well, giving nice friction to her nipple, because he hears her gasp and whimper. He cups her breast, wet with his spit, and squeezes, weighting it in his hand.
Ganondorf leans up to look her in the eyes, hovering above her. He still can’t quite believe that Zelda is his now — by the laws of his and her people. His gaze drifts to his marked hand and forearm, the pale gold a stark contrast against his dark skin.
He leans down to kiss this maddening woman, who‘d chosen to stay by his side, staying in this time than returning to her own. She‘d given up her old life for him. He breathes her name like the most sacred prayer and deepens the kiss, lowering himself down on her. Her bare breasts squeeze against his chest and he relishes in her soft inhale, his gold accessories pressing into her skin.
Her arms wind around his neck. He swallows her soft gasps, gripping the bedsheet with one hand while his other strokes her collarbones, the gold glittering on her skin and back down to her breasts. He massages one, smiling into their kisses as Zelda keeps mewling and arching into his touch.
„Are you enjoying yourself, Zelda?“ he purrs, thumb rubbing her nipple. He smirks down at her.
„Aren‘t my moans answer enough?“ she quips back, tipping her head back as he kisses her chest, teeth scraping against her skin. Ganondorf cannot tear his gaze away, watching her every reaction — her breath hitching, her chest rising to meet his touch, her fingers digging into his hair.
She is a devastating beauty in the throes of passion. He will never tire of this view, forever ingrained into his memories.
Her tugging his hair grows insistent and he pulls away from her nipple, giving it one last generous suckle. Her cheeks are flushed lovingly and a tiny smirk spreads on her lips as she manages to purr: „Don’t you want to see the rest of me? Get this dress off me?“
He mirrors her smirk, sitting up between her spread legs — all creamy skin and golden markings, ready to be kissed and licked. Her dress has ridden up a sliver. He strokes her ankles, calves and thighs, squeezing her flesh whenever he pleases. She sighs gently, relaxing into the bedding.
„There is a belt you have to untie,“ she reminds him. He nods, thumbs brushing the markings on her inner thighs.
How could he forget that damn belt, pushing up her breasts to highlight her cleavage? Ganondorf trails his hand up her sides, fumbling with the knot holding the strip of fabric together. It loosens and then he throws it behind him.
„My beautiful wife,“ he hums, tugging the dress up. Zelda lifts her hips and sits up lifting her arms so he can pull the garment over her head. It follows the belt on the floor in a heap.
A low appreciative groan falls from his lips as his eyes take her bare form in, safe for her underwear. Her whole body is adorned with markings. Zelda leans back on her hands, eyes glinting with a strange light. His gaze wanders from her face to her chest, her stomach and — pauses. He blinks at the markings on her lower stomach, trying to make head and tails of it.
He recognizes Hyrule‘s crest and what could have been the Gerudo one. His brows furrow a little and Zelda chuckles, lifting a hand to smooth that pinch between his brows away. Absentmindedly, he grabs her wrist and kisses her fingers, the back of her hand, licking the Triforce painted on it.
Her magic surges upward as if to greet him, so much light and power brimming beneath her skin. Truly a goddess worthy of his worship.
„Do I see both our crests intertwined?“ he rumbles, gaze flicking upward.
„Sonia’s idea,“ Zelda whispers back.
Damn this crafty witch. Ganondorf chuckles, kissing and licking his way upward Zelda‘s arm until he could nuzzle her neck. Zelda giggles, holding the back of his head gently as he nibbles at her skin.
„Thrice-damned sands, I really have to thank her. She has outdone herself,“ he admits begrudgingly.
Zelda is a work of art.
He presses one last kiss to her neck, before he moves away again, settling back on his heels. His eyes roam her body once more, all lush curves and his to kiss and touch and love.
Ganondorf bends down, kissing the back of her foot, holding her ankle in a gentle grip. Her skin is soft and warm, his lips brushing up her shin, tracing every little line. He nibbles the inner side of her knee, snickering at her leg jerking away.
Another spot found he can tease her with.
He hides his delighted grin against her skin, gaze drifting to her face. Zelda bites her lip to stifle her own, leg now nudging against his mouth.
„Impatient,“ he growls, following the lines on her thigh, moving to the inner side with reverent care, stopping short before her soaked underwear — a white lace dream, hiding nothing from his view. He breathes against her clothed folds. Zelda whines, hips twitching, and perhaps he is merciful today for he pushes the fabric aside. He inhales with a low rumble in his chest and scoots closer, nuzzling the blonde patch of curls crowning her cunt. Her smell surrounds him.
Then he licks her folds torturously slow, relishing in her choked moan. Her essence coats his tongue, fueling his own desire and making him groan against her. He cannot help himself and gives her cunt another lick. Then another, indulging in her divine taste. Pulling away from that part of Zelda is the hardest he has done, but he still needed to worship her other leg.
Ganondorf is just as slow and meticulous as before, showering her with kisses, gentle brushes of his lips and nibbles that turn into bites. All the while Zelda keeps sighing and whimpering, her leg either pressing closer or trying to twitch away from his mouth. He ends up at her core again, tugging her soaked undergarment down her legs. But Ganondorf moves up, tracing the intertwined crests of their people.
His heart squeezes at that, a hopeful little thing now beating in his chest.
He noses and nuzzles her stomach, sighing and chuckling when he feels her laugh before it reaches his ears — a carefree giggle which Zelda tries to stifle once more. Her fingers thread through his hair, holding him. Gently, he bites her stomach, moving up to brush the lines on her ribs.
In the end, Ganondorf nuzzles her breasts again with a satisfied sigh, eyes drifting shut. Zelda writhes beneath him. Her fingers tug at his clothes, pushing his haori from his shoulders, eager to explore his flesh. He‘d been so focused on Zelda that only now does he feel how much his own erection hurts, tight and uncomfortable in his trousers.
„It‘s unfair that you are still clothed, my dear husband,“ Zelda says in a teasing voice, her fingers sliding over his chest, squeezing it. „Would you please be so kind and undress?“
Ganondorf laughs, eyes crinkling as he throws his head back. His shoulders still shake when he looks back down at her. He leans back and brushes his fingers over her cheek.
„How can I refuse if you ask so lovingly,“ he purrs and moves off the bed. His haori is first to fall, followed by all the gold adorning his chest, landing on his clothes with a quiet thud. Zelda watches, enraptured, her gaze tracking the movement of his hands.
Ganondorf takes his time, removing his sash in slow deliberate moves and pulling his trousers and underwear down. His cock bobs free, heavy, straining to point up. Those blue eyes of hers zero in on it, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she squirms in anticipation.
He takes himself in hand, pumping slowly, grip tight around his length. A groan rumbles inside his chest and his sweet goddess squirms on the bed, legs falling open even more — a clear invitation for him. Zelda praised herself to be patient, but in regards to the matters of sex she is perhaps the most impatient person he'd met.
Her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip once more, blue eyes sparkling with unrestrained lust and desire. A sight to behold, a sight that should be heralded and talked about in the myths that will come. Of a young woman that rivaled Hylia‘s beauty.
Ganondorf moves back onto the bed, mattress dipping beneath his weight and Zelda sighs, hips canting upward. He gives himself one last stroke, before he settles between her legs again. His cock slides along her folds, coating itself in her essence. Of course, Zelda matches his movement, breath hitching. A tremble runs through her delicate body.
Then he lines his cock up with her cunt, nudging against her. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, into her wet warmth. Her walls still hug him snugly after all the times shared between them and he grips her hips to keep her still. This is the moment he cannot get enough of — that first slide into Zelda‘s tight cunt, her body yielding to him, her sweet cries filling the silence of their bedchamber.
He nearly pulls out, not even buried halfway in her warmth. Zelda gazes up at him, a complaint on the tip of her tongue. But Ganondorf doesn’t give her the time to voice it, sliding back into her wet heat in one smooth roll of his hips, until his hips were flush with hers. It still astounds him that she can take all of him. Her walls flutter around his length and he lets out a deep groan, shifting his hips slightly.
He pulls back, only to thrust back in with a deep sigh. Zelda answers in kind, a quiet moan falling from her lips. Ganondorf drinks her in — her back arching, hips tilting into his thrusts, her eyes slipping shut to fully enjoy their coupling. Her hands grip the bedsheets, legs wrapping around his hips as if to hold him in place.
As if he will pull away now…
One of his hands cradles her hip, thumb rubbing circles into her skin as he sets a slow rhythm, now that his need to sink into her was sated. His gaze locks on their joined bodies, his length sliding into her cunt, her warmth. The sight is intoxicating, always will be.
His breath comes in sharp low grunts, pace quickening. Then something peculiar happens. Zelda’s marking on her lower stomach begins to glow in a soft golden light, as if her powers pour into the lines on her skin. It spread, filling out the intertwined crests, then along her ribs, her thighs, her bouncing breasts now truly shining like twin suns.
Her face contorts in pleasure, head tipping back to bare her neck. The glow crawls up her throat until even the tears on her cheeks glimmer golden.
„Zelda,“ Ganondorf calls her, thumb brushing along the glowing lines on her thigh, hooking her leg higher. Upon his touch her magic surges, glowing even brighter. His thumb and fingertips tingle.
Zelda opens her eyes and looks down at herself, glowing golden. She blinks and gasps, eyes glued to him driving into her in a steady rhythm, her mouth falling open. Ganondorf pulls out until only his tip is cradled in her wet warmth, Zelda‘s low whine making him smirk. He thrusts back into her, her womb marking glowing brighter with each deep stroke.
Heat coils in his loins and he covers his wife, lower arms planted on either side of her head, lifting himself up on his elbows. Zelda wraps her arms around his back, hands sliding to his shoulders. Her fingers dig into his skin.
„You are wonderful, my heart,“ Ganondorf praises her in Gerudo, each word punctuated by a roll of his hips. Words keep falling from his lips, but soon he can only groan as he chases his own high.
Zelda arches into him, her nails scraping along his back. Her voice rises higher, her breath coming in short moans. Her walls flutter around him and Ganondorf shifts his weight onto one elbow as he moves his other between their bodies. His palm glides over her, squeezing one breast, her waist before slipping to her neglected clit.
Her breath hitches, her legs tightening their grip around his hips, pulling him in. Ganondorf chuckles, leaning down to nuzzle Zelda‘s sweat slick temple. He circles his thumb on her clit, relentless and urging.
„Ganondorf, more… I need…“ she moans, tilting her head to the side and up, breathing against his jaw.
„I know, I know,“ he reassures her, increasing the pressure, thrusting faster and harder into her.
Their lips meet in a sloppy kiss, interrupted by her sweet high moans. She is close, so close. Ganondorf snarls and then Zelda‘s body goes taut, her walls clamping down around his shaft as she comes with a choked gasp. He continues his pace, fucking her through her first climax.
Both gaze down their bodies — her markings on her stomach glow the brightest and even a little brighter with each thrust of his back into her warmth. Zelda mewls, head tipping back once more as she moves with him, against him. Lost in her pleasure.
Ganondorf cannot get enough of her, barreling her toward a second orgasm. She is a divine sight for his sore eyes, arching and writhing so beautifully beneath him, his name falling from her lips like the most sinful prayer.
He pounds into her faster, his hand gripping the bedsheets tighter when Zelda keeps praising him, commanding him to fuck her harder. By the gods, how does he deserve this woman?
Once more, she falls apart, but this time she drags Ganondorf over the edge as well. He pushes deep into her, head dropping forward as he comes with a low moan. He rocks his hips, filling her, watching her markings glow almost white. His heart thunders in his chest and he nuzzles the side of her face, kissing the sweat off her temple.
Zelda hums, deeply satisfied, hands sliding up and through his mane. Her own hips match his slow rhythm, soft sighs spilling between them. Ganondorf removed his thumb from her clit, cradling her hip.
„My husband,“ Zelda mutters. Her hands cup his face and she moves to capture his lips in a slow kiss.
He sighs into her, shifting onto his side to hold her close, still buried in her warmth. Zelda hooks one leg around his hip, just as unwilling to part.
„Wife,“ Ganondorf rumbles against her lips, moving to kiss her forehead, her cheeks, the crown of her head before he tugs her head against his neck. One hand strokes her back, the other her thigh, tracing the markings that simmer down to a faint golden glow once more.
Her skin is soft beneath his fingertips. Her scent clings to his nose, bodies twined as close as they can be. Zelda‘s fingers trace the tattoo on his chest and arm as she always wont, lips brushing against his speeding pulse. A deep exhale ghosts over his throat.
Then those clever fingers of her trail down his arm, toward the new mark on his forearm and hand. Something no one could tear from them, their bond burned into their skins, their bones and very soul.
„You are mine,“ she whispers and it was odd to her that possessive streak in her lovely voice. A kiss is pressed to his neck. She shifts upward to kiss him, his softened cock slipping free. Ganondorf sighs into the kiss, cradling the side of her face as he rolls Zelda onto her back again.
„Hm, I am yours to command, to rule,“ he rumbles against her lips, kissing her deeply before trailing his mouth along her jaw, her neck. „And you are mine to worship and to rule as well.“
He isn‘t done with her just yet, kissing her collarbones again, hand roaming her body. He delights in her soft exhales and how her body arches against his lips and hands.
„Then do it,“ Zelda murmurs, a quiet command laced into her words. Ganondorf smirks up at her, inclining his head.
„As you wish, my heart,“ he promises and after a pause he adds, „I will make you forget your own name.“
Zelda laughs, carefree, but soon it twists into a moan as his mouth finds one hard nipple again. His hand strokes her thigh, slipping between her legs. Their gazes meet once more.
Her gaze wavers as his fingers push into her cunt and Ganondorf chuckles. His lips brush against her skin. She is his goddess and he will make her crumble. The night is young after all.