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You could feel the tempest of anger approaching before you could see it. As if on cue, the door burst open as Ganondorf stormed into the bedroom. With a roar, he upended a lounge chair, followed by a table, which smashed to pieces against the wall.
You quietly set down the scroll you were reading. Something told you it was a good thing you wore your Frostbite robes today, you’d need all the help from Naydra you could get. “I suppose that answers my question about your ambush,” you said from his bedside.
Ganondorf growled, crushing a gold platter in his hands. Despite his tendency to remain composed in front of his army, behind closed doors he let out his true anger. If only he had a healthier outlet… “A secret stone,” he growled. “Rauru’s secret stone is far more powerful than I could have ever imagined. He destroyed an entire herd of Molduga in an instant. Why if I had that power…”
You tensed. “What happened exactly?”
“A beam of light and a golden triangle!” Your stomach twisted. “I don’t understand, where did Rauru summon this power from?! I was led to believe the secret stones only amplify one’s own power, but this… this was the power of a god!”
“He alone summoned this power?”
“Yes! Wait… no.” Ganondorf frowned. “There were two other, smaller lights. One must have been Queen Sonia, but who could the other be…”
“I couldn’t begin to guess,” you muttered. Who else would have such power other than Rauru and Sonia? Even the sages weren’t able to summon holy beams of light. And to imagine the power in the hands of those with evil intent… the havoc it could cause, and the needless deaths… As a former priest of the Dragon Cult, you couldn’t abide by such recklessness. You had to stop this before it spun further out of control.
“I need that power,” Ganondorf growled, shaking you from your thoughts.
You looked over him with a pain in your chest. It was hard to believe this was the same man you fell in love with. Once upon a time, he was the gentle but powerful warrior who would visit your temple in Faron’s jungles every chance he got, bringing you gifts from his travels. There were countless days when he would cradle you in his arms as you commanded the storms over Faron, and numerous nights were you both would climb atop the Popla Foothills to see the stars. Where was that man now? Did that man still exist or was he buried beneath the lust for power and pride?
“My starlight,” you said, gently caressing his hand. You leaned in against his thick arm, intertwining it with yours. “Perhaps it would be best to seek peace. If Rauru were to track the attack back to you, then what would stop him from obliterating your entire kingdom? Forgive me for being presumptuous, but would it not be better to go to him and extend your hand in cooperation, not confrontation? Gerudo and Hyrule could become the greatest of allies and have a prosperous future for millennia.”
“You want me to turn tail and seek forgiveness? You think me a coward?!”
You swallowed the small flare of frustration, breathing and focusing your mind as you had trained for years. Instead of arguing, you brushed his hair back. “No, of course not. But you must think of your people and think with common sense. My love, no one doubts the Gerudo as a powerful force, but seeking violence for violence is a fool’s errand. Power without wisdom is merely recklessness.”
“My blossom, you don’t understand. This is a direct threat.”
The breathing exercises could only do so much. “Direct threat? You attacked first!”
“Which is why I have to strike back. I am no coward or weakling. I must demonstrate we are to be feared.”
You felt something snap inside you. “Ganondorf Dragmire, you are the king of the Gerudo yet you’re behaving like a petulant child! Throwing a tantrum over a failed attack… I expected better of you.”
“I am not being a child! Rauru lords his power over us, when I should be the one with that power! The power to shape this land in our image, not the culture of these false gods!”
You glared back at his fiery eyes with equal intensity, but unlike your king, you knew how to maintain your fury. That restraint was rewarded as the dragons blessed you with an idea. You did already want Ganondorf to have a healthy outlet, after all. If he wanted to think based solely on stupid macho impulses, then you could easily take advantage of that. A nasty smile crossed your face. “If you’re not going to behave, then…” You drew a circle with your finger and suddenly Ganondorf grunted. There was the briefest flash of light from below.
“What the…” His jaw set but he glowered down at you as he realized what you did. “You’re playing dirty,” he said, voice strained.
“And you’re being an asshole. I’m just reminding you that I’m not just your little blossom. Being a powerful Dragon Priest has its privileges.” You pretended not to notice how he pressed against you closer. “You’ve been getting a big head, and I think it’s time my warrior comes back to earth with the rest of us. You are mortal, you are not a god, and you are most certainly fallible.”
Ganondorf remained silent. He took several deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Now, are you going to grow up or are you going to continue to whine?”
He grunted, looking away from you. With a flick of your finger, the spell changed and instantly had an effect. The flash of green light was much more noticeable in his pants this time. His breathing became more haphazard, but his voice steeled. “You’re being unreasonable. Can’t you see that he’s a threat to everything?”
“The only one being unreasonable and power hungry is you, Gan,” You said, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “Hyrule and Gerudo can coexist peacefully.”
“He means to destroy us, pretending to be a god and subjugating us! I can’t help it if you’re too blind to see that.”
“I’m the blind one?” you said, incredulous. “I, who have listened to the dragons for my entire life. I, who have served as advisor and soothsayer to nearly every leader of this land. I, who have purposely gone out of my way to help you? I, who have dedicated my life to joining you in the guise of a servant just to be with the man I love?” Ganondorf’s face fell. “Fine, if you’re going to be like that…”
“NO!” You stopped and looked back over your shoulder at him. He clenched his fists, taking several shuddering breaths before his will yielded. The King of the Gerudo sunk to his knees before you. In an almost imperceptible whisper, he said, “Please… please don’t go.”
Your resolve wavered for a brief moment, but you remained firm. You turned back to him, crossing your arms. “And?”
“And?” Ganondorf muttered, which turned into a splutter as you pretended to leave. “A-and I’m sorry!”
If you were a cat, your tail would have been gently whisking back and forth, your prey now easily trapped. You took a seat back at the edge of the bed, crossing your legs. With a flick of your finger, the glow between his legs came back. A low groan rumbled out of Ganondorf as his body pitched forward, resting his head against your leg. “My blossom, you can be so cruel…”
“Only when pushed to be.” You looked down upon him with more than a hint of smug satisfaction. “It seems I have to remind you what head to think with.”
Ganondorf meanwhile looked up at you with softer eyes, only looking away to press a kiss against your inner thigh. “I’m sorry, my blossom, I lost myself.”
“Do you mean that, or are you just saying what I want to hear? Your tricks don’t work on me.” You smirked, gently cupping his cheek. You gently nudged your foot forward against his growing tent down below. Even with how loose his specially designed voe pants were, they couldn’t hide the king’s scepter. “Come, undress me. And if you’re good, I’ll think about releasing the spell.”
The aggressor king was replaced by your gentle warrior, as he slid his hands up your legs, eyes filled with need and worship. He slipped under the shift, allowing his calloused hands to run against your bare skin, stopping for only a moment at your hips to pull you closer. The movements were slow but firm, not an ounce of wasted movement as he unlaced the your pants, and pulled them away. For a moment, he made to toss them aside, but one look from you stopped him. He swallowed hard, and now wordlessly chastised, he silently folded them and set them aside. You would be damned before you allowed him to mistreat your dragons any further.
He made for your headdress, unclasping it and setting it aside as if made of glass. He indulged himself to run his fingers through your hair, before you cleared your throat. Reluctantly, he returned to removing your top, just as carefully as the rest of your outfit. Now bare before him, he knelt again. He stared at you, no longer attempting to hide his hunger, but your spell still held him at bay. That didn’t stop the tent in his pants from twitching, or his hips from trying to find some purchase.
Finally, you decided to grant him a small mercy. You patted the bed. “Come here, Gan.” He slowly rose; you could tell the pressure was getting to him. Yet, if he wanted to play games, so could you. He sat beside you, but didn’t resist as you pressed him back into the bed with you. The two of you laid side by side, as your hand began to sneak under his clothes towards his expansive chest. While one side was always bare, you reached for the hidden side where he had a little secret. You flicked the piercing in his nipple.
He snatched your wrist. “My blossom…” he said hoarsely.
You slipped your hand free, flipping up to straddle him. “Oh no, if you get to play with me like a doll, I think I’m going to take my time.” You pulled his voe clothing aside and cupped his muscular chest, running your thumbs over his nipples. A shudder ran through his body as an aborted moan caught in his throat. “Oh dear, don’t do that. I love the little sounds you make as you melt in my hands.”
“I… I’m not…”
“Shhh, let go…” You nipped at his chest and were rewarded by a deep moan. “There’s my songbird,” you soothed as your tongue flicked over his chest. “Let’s get the rest of those clothes off of you.” Your hands slid down to the bindings over his abdomen, slowly, tantalizingly unwrapping them as you continued to nibble at his chest. Under those full round pecs was a solid midsection; thick powerful abdominals that looked more like bricks in the castle wall. Beside that, thick obliques and an adonis belt that guided you further down. “Look at you… such a strong, powerful man, brought to ruin so easily. You really should find some… release more often.”
Ganondorf didn’t even try to hide his moans at this point, desperately bucking against you. You smiled into your teasing, knowing that a good portion of the palace had probably heard him by now. Like a fine instrument in the hands of a maestro, you played with his body. Each caress, worshipping and teasing his powerful build only made him cry out louder.
But even a powerful warrior has a limit to his control. He slipped off his pants, revealing his straining manhood. You didn’t even try to hide your catlike smile, seeing your magic which formed a tight ring around the base, ever so slightly vibrating but denying any sort of release. “Please… just a little looser…”
“Mmm, have you earned it?”
“My blossom… my sweet blossom, please...” You kissed his forehead, casting another small spell which relaxed the ring the slightest bit. Pre suddenly flowed from his slit like the spring atop the Gerudo Palace. Almost immediately, he flipped your positions, pinning you to the bed. You could only smirk as his composure was all but gone. Ganondorf buried his face in your neck, grinding helplessly against your stomach. “Please, please, please, please, please…” His neglected bottle-thick cock made a mess across you, dripping down onto the sheets.
“Such a horny beast…” You ran your finger up the thick, throbbing vein that ended just below the head. Your king shivered. Your hand traveled lower, teasing the base and his heavy balls. You could practically feel the pent-up load inside him, his balls almost vibrating. “But only good boys get rewarded, and I think I made it clear, no touching.”
“M’not,” he said hoarsely. You pinched his nipples, leading to a bellowing moan. “I’m NOT!”
“Bending the rules,” you teased. “But you know what I want to hear.”
Ganondorf ground his hips against you, sliding back and rubbing your parts with his. He kissed you, messy and uncontrolled, acting more like a common whore than king. “You’re right,” he said hoarsely. “I was being stupid and greedy. Please… I’m sorry… I promise to listen to you more. I’m sorry...”
“And?”
“And?” He looked almost panicked. “And… and…” He panted, rutting harder against you.
You laughed, pulling his face to yours. “Gan, it’s the easy one, I promise.”
He blinked, then shoved his forehead against yours. “Of course… I’m sorry. I love you. I forget how much I need you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You didn’t need to say all that, but it’s certainly nice to hear,” you said, giving him a gentle kiss. With that, you dispelled the magic cock ring. Ganondorf froze as he realized he was free, just as you looked up at him and lifted your legs. “I think you’ve earned it now, Gan.”
It was like getting hit by a Molduga. Suddenly you were upside down as a hungry mouth descended on you, eating you out. His tongue flicked deep inside, teasing your sweet spots. In spite of his desperate need, he held back from bringing you to climax – after all, he wanted to use his needy cock on you.
He broke for air, flipping you around and holding you firmly against him. “Can I?” He asked.
“Yes.”
Slowly, he entered. While you had become accustomed to him over the years, today he was especially slow, despite how his hands twitched the second the head popped inside you. For a moment, you thought he would lose control then and there, but the king was always one to surprise when his back was against the wall.
“Fuck, evil… your hole… sucking my soul…” His eyes rolled back, drool running from the edge of his mouth. “T-too much…”
You knew you were playing with fire, but you couldn’t resist. “The great Ganondorf admits defeat?”
It was like a bucket of cold water. A fire burned in his eyes, as everything in his world became focused on a single goal. “Never,” he growled, suddenly pitching forward and pinning you down once more, locking your legs in an inescapable mating press. You couldn’t help but arch your back as he buried himself deeper inside you. His balls pressed against you as he hilted himself inside. He paused, catching his breath as he left love bites down your neck. Slowly but firmly, he began to move in and out, all the while making sure not an inch of your body was untouched. This was Ganondorf, the Gerudo King, staking his claim.
Even with practice, having him inside felt overwhelming but each thrust brought you into a lustful haze. Slowly, his cock moved deeper, angled to hit the right spots. It was almost like a duel, as he adjusted each strike. Soon, you knew he would bring you to a finish, but you refused to be defeated. Instead, you squeezed, striking back at him.
“Nnnngh… no… no, no, no, don’t do that!” Ganondorf muttered, but the way his eyes unfocused made it clear that it was a bluff. His thrusts became more frantic, losing finesse. Soon, he roared out, fucking you hard and fast. You tried to hit him again with the squeezing, but it was too much. Both of you moaned as your pleasure hit its peak. Ganondorf collapsed on top of you as the two of you rode the wave, locked together, as you felt his white-hot passion inside you. You let out a satisfied sigh, happy your work was complete and your beloved now behaving.
Except you forgot one little thing: Ganondorf’s unending stamina and determination.
Your attempt to extricate yourself was immediately halted. “Who said we’re done?” Ganondorf grunted. You could already feel him rutting up against you once more. “Again…” His growls turning into needy pleas, punctuated by kisses and love bites along your neck. His body was unyielding, his cock still hard as steel inside you. “Please… need you…”
“And so, the war with Hyrule was completely averted, thanks to post-nut clarity.”
Rauru glared at you from over his teacup. Clearly, this state visit was not going to plan. “I asked why your legs were injured. I really didn’t need to know all of those details.”
“I thought you’d be happy I stopped a war!”
His third eye rolled as he massaged his forehead. “Yes,” he said slowly, “but now the King of the Gerudo is in a competition with my wife about who has the better husband!” You winced; Ganondorf and Sonia were not far away in a stare down to the death.
“Ah,” you said simply. You could just overhear the conversation the two of them were having.
“...one thing that you’ll never be able to give him.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’m pregnant,” Sonia said with several levels of smug satisfaction.
“Pregnant?!” Ganondorf’s surprise lowered into a growl. “Then we’ll just have to have a child of our own.”
Sonia frowned. “I don’t think it works that way.”
“Then we’re not trying hard enough!” Ganondorf stood and with the force of a rogue storm swept you up in his arms. “We must return home immediately!”
As he carried out you out of Hyrule Castle, you passed another person. Rauru’s apparent niece – you couldn’t quite remember her name – looked like she had a splitting migraine. “The timeline is so fucked.”