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“(Y/N), a word please,” Laran’s hand briefly passed over your shoulder, an tight smile on his lips. The table you were serving cast their eyes downwards awkwardly, as though you were being scolded for something. The look on Laran’s face wasn’t one of anger or annoyance however, despite his urgent tone.
“Let me know if you boys need anymore drinks,” you cast a warm smile, trying to at least diffuse the awkwardness. You wouldn’t have normally appreciated Laran interrupting and embarrassing you in front of customers but he wasn’t the type of man to pull you aside if it wasn’t something important.
You could see the tension in his shoulders as he lead you to a quiet corner of to the tavern. Laran wasn’t a tense or anxious man. He was generally very laid back. Even the worst patrons didn’t seem to bother him, in fact it was mainly you who ended up kicking out groups of rowdy Hylian men who had one too many. Seeing him wound up was enough to make your stomach turn.
You didn’t manage to get a word in, to ask him if he was okay because the man looked like he had seen a ghost, the casual smile he usually wore was missing from his face, which had paled significantly. With no context you would have assumed he was ill, for he certainly looked close to throwing up.
“We need to get everyone out. Shut the doors,” he seemed to be murmuring to himself, rather than outright telling you. You couldn’t remember the last time the tavern had fully closed, perhaps when the fever swept through the town and Laran didn’t want to risk himself or any of his staff catching it.
“What?”
His near incoherent babbling continued and goddess was it putting you on edge because you had not once seen him like this, “Asei said her tavern was a wreck after-“
“After what, Laran?” You hissed, not wanting to raise your voice because to you, it seemed he was being totally irrational, saying things that weren’t really making sense to you with your limited context. He was on the verge of panic, you knew that much. Although, you couldn’t quite understand what could cause him to be this on edge.
He glanced around you, as if making sure no one was listening, but his eyes flickered past crowds of half sober patrons towards the door, as though he was expecting something.
“The Gerudo King is passing through the town,” Laran said quietly, barely even audible despite you being stood right next to him. Given his panic and worry about the situation and the tavern you were able to piece two and two together. The Gerudo King was known to keep the presence of two types of people. The Gerudo guards, trained warriors, skilled in the blade and with the ability to strike down anyone who looked a little too suspicious. You had seen these guards only in passing, cold and stoic, professional. It wasn’t them you had to worry about. It was the Moblins. Wild things with a love for food and drink. If they weren’t on the hunt they were celebrating it. Very few taverns served moblins, for a good reason too. They drank too much, even when they weren’t drinking they were rowdy and disruptive, something between a person and an animal in nature. It was rare they even wandered into town, preferring the wilderness over village life. You’d had plenty of run ins with their type, the Gerudo King kept them as soldiers, meant to intimidate and strike fear into Hylians.
Then there was the King himself. You’d never seen him and he rarely frequented Hyrule. Relations between Hylians and Gerudo had always been strained, the past stained with nothing but war and blood. The Gerudo King was known to be a ruthless man, cold, calculating and just as skilled with a sword as he was in magic. As merciless and cold blooded as he was known to be you didn’t think he wanted a war. No one did. Despite the prosperity of Hyrule the remnants of the last war could still be seen. Those from that generation who still lived had nothing but sorrow and horrors to share, on both sides. While there was still tension between the two kingdoms it had eased. Grudges were still head, distance was kept and very few travelled between borders but the Kings, both taking strides to ensure the peace remained. At least for now. There were rumours that the Gerudo King was expanding his army, but rumours like those had always floated around. You couldn’t have known why he was paying the Hylian King a visit, nor did it really concern you.
What did concern you was the tavern and those in it. Moblins were known to get rather violent, particularly when inebriated. You didn’t know if the Gerudo King would be much better. He seemed to be the sort of man who always got what he wanted and if it wasn’t handed to him on a silver platter he simply took it by force. You couldn’t think of any Hylian who wouldn’t be afraid.
“Where are they? If they haven’t made it to town yet we can get everyone out and shut the doors before-“
As if summoned, and accounting that you might have the worst luck in all of Hyrule, a shout outside that was somewhere between a growl and a gurgle, alerted you to the unwanted presence.
“Let them out the back,” it certainly felt strange to be the one telling Laran what to do but you didn’t have much time to really discuss this. You had always been fast on your feet and more reliable than the other bar men and maids, you wouldn’t do anything to endanger the tavern.
Laran seemed to be brought to his senses quickly, whatever panic he had seemed to have been settled with direction. In a hushed tone he began trying to escort customers out the back. Normally they would have qualms with their drinking hours being cut short but they too had heard the ruckus outside quickly approaching. There was not one person in the room who didn’t know the cry of a Moblin.
You hurried to the front door, slipping it out without opening it too wide.
The group wasn’t particularly large, only two Gerudo guards and a dozen Moblins. But even one Moblin was enough to potentially cause things to go south very quickly. The Moblins travelled on foot, scrambling over one another to get to the tavern. The guards were on horses that followed behind the King himself. There was no mistaking who he was. His presence was as large as he was, wearing traditional Gerudo robes adorned with more gems and gold than you had ever seen in your lifetime. Your heart was hammering in your chest but you took a moment to breathe and steady yourself as they approached. One of the guards moved to gather the horses when they dismounted. The other approached with the King and his Moblins.
“Apologies, Your Highness, we’re closed,” you put on your best smile, standing between them and the door. The Moblins looked as though they wanted to eat you, it wouldn’t have been unheard of. But it was the Gerudo guard who spoke first.
“You dare deny the Gerudo King entry?” She snapped, you were sure it was a threat when she reached around to grasp her sheathed sword. It was intimidating enough that she towered over you, lithe and muscular form on display through the garb.
“I do not mean to deny him or his company entry,” you were careful with your words, keeping your eye on the Gerudo woman. In your peripherals you saw the King approach, a lump forming in your throat that you had to swallow down between words, “However, we are shut and not offering any business at the moment. There are much nicer taverns that I could suggest.”
“Is that so?” The King’s voice rumbled. Your mouth almost instantly dried, unable to swallow the lump in your throat at this point. You were starting to think it was your heart trying to leap out of your chest. His gaze on you was intense, as though scrutinising your every word with those golden eyes. You had to steady your breathing again.
“Yes,” it was much meeker than you had intended, almost inaudible over the chatter of the Moblins. They were growing impatient. Pushing past each other to get in front. They smelt of fish and flesh as they got closer, possibly because that was all their diet consisted of. They didn’t seem to care much for rules or order, they didn’t even appear to be listening. When they pushed past you for the door there wasn’t much you could do to stop the oncoming hoard. You steadied yourself against the wall for fear of being trampled as they let themselves in.
“Surely your king would not be pleased to hear of such inhospitality,” you met with his eyes again, doing nothing to hide the look of annoyance on your face, jaw set and brow furrowed. He only raised an eyebrow at you, as if asking what you were going to do about it. There was nothing you could do, except compose yourself slightly and gesture for him to enter. After all, there was no getting the Moblins out once they were in there.
“My apologies Your Highness, help yourself,” your voice was strained but you let him pass regardless. He didn’t look it but you could imagine he was feeling quite smug. A hint of fear still lingered, perhaps for your own good. But it was quickly starting to be overtaken by annoyance. How dare he speak of hospitality after the lack of respect his soldiers showed.
They had certainly made themselves at home when you followed them in. Laran was already trying to control the masses, despite one of the Gerudo guards assuring him he would be paid well for his services. Services and liquor didn’t matter if you didn’t have a tavern to sell them in, which was the way it was looking. Moblins were cramming themselves onto tables and stools, bunching together despite there being plenty of room.
The King himself sat nearby but still separate from the Moblins. You wondered what the hell had compelled him to bother with your little town. It may have been in the direct route to Hyrule castle but there were nicer taverns, nicer towns along the way.
Moblins were pulling ale from behind the bar, snatching up cups and drinking straight from the kegs. Laran cast you a desperate look and you were quick to move to help him. Say what you might but the Moblins certainly did not listen, only cast you horrid looks when you tried to contain their mess. They were already throwing cups, spilling ale and breaking bottles. You were only glad that Laran seemed to have evacuated the crowds. Numerous times bottles only just missed your head, smashing into walls behind you.
“Just keep him happy,” Laran hissed when he got close enough. Your gaze flickered back to the Gerudo King, who only watched the carnage with an expression you could not read. He seemed strangely calm, perhaps you had expected him to be as rowdy as the rest but he didn’t seem to want to take part.
One of the Gerudo guards batted away a bottle that was thrown. You didn’t think the projectiles were aimed, just being tossed. Nonetheless the guard did not look happy, despite the seeming indifference of the King.
The broom Laran was holding was quickly pressed into your hands as you heard a soft curse from the man, watching as he hurried over to stop an open keg spilling all over the ground. You kept your mouth shut, knowing your words would have no effect, they didn’t care to listen. Instead you did your best to sweep up the shards of glass on the floor, salvaging the few bottles that hadn’t shattered.
You almost lashed out when you felt a hand on your hip, almost expecting to have been grabbed by a Moblin for a snack. But the hand was much larger than that of a Moblin. You bit down on your tongue, trying to keep in mind Laran’s wishes. Both him and the Hylian King were trying for the same goal. Keep him happy, that way the peace would remain.
“How much for the wench?” He asked and for a moment you saw red, barely registering the look of panic on Laran’s face. He didn’t get a chance to respond to the King for it was you who snapped, whirling to face him and pulling yourself from his touch.
“I am no wench,” your tone was pointed, words striking out before you could even register what you were saying, “I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”
In that moment your anger greatly exceeded your fear, otherwise you figured you’d be running for your life. You doubted anyone got away with speaking to the Gerudo King the way you had. He remained quiet for a few moments, brow furrowed in an unreadable expression. It was one of the guards who made a move to speak up, however she was quickly silenced by a wave of the King’s hand.
“There are few who would pass up an opportunity to lay with a king,” he said simply, he sounded amused but you wondered if for a moment you had angered him. You hoped so.
“King or not I will not have some perverted man put his hands on me,” you snapped back. Behind you Laran was quietly trying to get your attention, hissing your name in a tone of panic. Maybe your temper was too short for your own good for you were certainly digging yourself a deeper hole, perhaps grave was a better descriptor.
A smug looking grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he leant in closer to you. Instinctively you took a step back but his hand moved to grasp around your waist, giving you no room to escape. Your nose wrinkled in disgust but it didn’t seem to deter him.
“Surely your king would be displeased to hear how a Hylian tavern treated me with such disrespect,” his voice was nothing louder than a deep hum, it made the hairs across your body stand on end but you were sure it wasn’t quite fear, “It would be awfully difficult to keep the peace if I was unwelcome.”
You scoffed at him, brow furrowing into a confused frown at his implication. At first you thought it extreme that he was willing to wage war over the fact you were not quite willing to sleep with him. It wasn’t quite that, he wasn’t quite threatening all of Hyrule, just you and Laran. The King of Hyrule was willing to do anything to keep the peace, and if he caught wind of someone potentially jeopardising that… Well you didn’t think he would accuse you of treason or anything of the sort, but surely it put the tavern in danger along with yourself and Laran.
“Is that a threat?” You asked, tone still snippy. The King didn’t say anything in response, the stupid smug look still painted all over his face as he withdrew his hand. As if he was giving you some sort of choice when both of you knew there was none.
You cast your gaze briefly over your shoulder at Laran, he was half trying to keep the Moblins at bay and half watching your conversation. He looked horrified and the look he gave you spoke volumes. Laran had welcomed you into the town and given you shelter when no one else had. You owed him this, if not more.
Setting your jaw you turned your gaze back to the King, “So you want me to sleep with you, is that it, Your Highness?”
There was some sort of malice in his eyes when he looked at you, as though he had just managed to corner his prey. You expected yourself to be afraid but you could only really feel angered by the sheer audacity of the man. You hated the fact that he had managed to back you up into a corner, as though he was able to decipher all your weaknesses with just a single glance.
“Not as stupid as you look.”
You let out a snarl and turned, half storming away from him. You heard him rise behind you but didn’t look back, for fear you would swing at him in anger. That would surely seal your fate at the hands of the Gerudo guards.
Laran caught your arm as you moved past him. He opened his mouth but it seemed he couldn’t quite find the words to say. You knew it wasn’t really your fault but you couldn’t help but feel guilty, as though you had put him in this situation.
“Sorry for leaving you with the Moblins,” you half joked, trying to assure him slightly, pulling away from him before he had the chance to respond. Pulling out your key, you unlocked the door to the upstairs rooms, only sparing a glance over your shoulder to ensure the King was following. He had to haunch his shoulders to fit through the door, the Hylian doors clearly not built for Gerudo, let alone one of his size.
“This way, your highness,” you half spat, words loaded with vitriol.
“In this case, I supposed Ganondorf would be a better fit,” it occurred to you that he was telling you his name. You couldn’t care less, the sooner this was over the better. There was no need to make it personal. Part of you wondered why he had his mind set on you. You weren’t particularly attractive, not in comparison to the guards he kept. They looked like goddesses in their own right. Tall, lithe and with golden skin. Perhaps he just wanted someone more difficult to get.
“And you, wench?”
You bit down on your tongue, he appeared to be trying to get a rise out of you. Instead of giving him what you wanted you replied curtly with your own name before opening the door to one of the rooms.
You let him enter first, holding the door open before following behind. You turned to shut and lock it, taking that moment to inhale deeply. It was as though your mind had gone completely blank, you half expected to be afraid but you couldn’t quite feel anything, even that anger had been replaced by a strange numbness as the gravity of the situation hit you. This really was the last thing you had expected today.
You must have been taking too long for Ganondorf. His presence behind you could be felt before he even touched you, dark and foreboding, like some sort of malice was oozing out of him. His hands had found your hips, grasping you with much more vigor than before. His touch was harsh, almost painful as he groped at your hips and ass, pressing himself against you.
“Where’s that attitude now, little vai?” His chest rumbled against your back when he spoke. You kept your mouth shut, letting him explore your body. His hand slid under your blouse, warm fingers skimming across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His touch wasn’t as gentle when it reached your breast. The force he grabbed you with made you gasp. A hum of what you considered to be twisted amusement left his lips as he continued kneading your breast.
But of course he wasn’t satisfied with just that, a quick tug around your waist and you were facing him, back pressed against the door. You barely came up to his chest, his enormous figure looming over you, as if assuring you had no where left to run. With great ease he tore down the middle of your blouse. The same was done with your pants and underwear moments later, leaving you exposed, in nothing but loose rags that didn’t allow for anything to be covered.
One hand on your hips kept you steady while the other forced your legs apart. He moved you like a doll, your efforts didn’t even seem to phase him. You shuddered when he brushed his fingertips across your entrance and up to your clit. The force at which he pressed against your clit made you feel as though you were burning. He seemed to know exactly where to touch, making you quickly and painfully overstimulated. You muffled a whine against closed lips, balling your hands into fists against his chest as he continued rubbing rough circles. Your whole body was tense, trying not to react to his touch, breaths coming out in shaky exhales.
You couldn’t help but whine again as he pushed a finger inside you, curling it up against your walls. His hands were large enough that you didn’t think he could fit another finger in but once more he was not dissuaded, pushing a second finger inside you and using his thumb to continue massaging your clit. At this point your legs were barely keeping you up, shaking and threatening to buckle beneath you. You held onto him as your only support, hands grasping his robes and head falling against his chest. You had to restrain yourself from moaning because Ganondorf did know what he was doing with his hands but you sure as hell were not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that.
A sudden harsh grip under your chin did cause a moan to escape your lips as he pulled your chin up to look at him, “How does it feel to be touched by a king?”
“You’re just an animal dressed in gold,” you breathed, sneering up at him. That may have been your worst mistake of the night. The ease at which he picked you up and tossed you on the bed was alarming, it was as though you were made of nothing but feathers. It knocked the breath out of you but you had no time to recompose yourself. Ganondorf was on top of you, a hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply.
“You will learn your place,” despite his words he didn’t sound as though he was angered, had he expected a response like that? It seemed as though he was just waiting on an opportunity to dominate you like this.
Your hands clawed at his arm, trying to pull him off you. It didn’t cause him much difficulty to pin both your hands above your head, the pressure on your wrists making you think they might break. Your vision filled with white spots and you could do nothing but writhe and buck underneath him.
Your throat still felt constricted when he released you, feeling uncomfortably tight as you coughed and spluttered for air. Ganondorf used his now free hand to remove his robes. You had figured he would be large, considering his already large form, but you had really underestimated his size. Calling him well endowed would be an understatement, with a cock that was probably the size of your forearm.
The look of shock on your face only seemed to encourage him as he positioned himself at your entrance, tip spreading your lips and making you try to squirm back form him.
“It won’t-“ you didn’t even get to finish your sentence, words being cut off by a cry as he pushed himself inside you with a grunt. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes but the pain didn’t set in right away, it was more shock than anything else at the suddenness of it. In one swift movement he had managed to force most of his cock inside you. You glanced down at him, seeing how he watched you, as though admiring how he stuffed you.
Ganondorf didn’t give you much more time than that to adjust. His pace was immediately brutal, thrusts fast and hard. At first you couldn’t even catch your breath, feeling as though you were being split in half by his cock. A particularly harsh thrust made you cry out, whimpering through gasps that sounded much more like sobs.
“I can’t- I can’t- It hurts- Please-“ you managed to gasp out through cries and whines.
“Good,” he snarled. Ganondorf own breath may have been ragged, occasionally grunting and moaning as he fucked into you, but he gave no indication that this was tiring to him. His bruising pace made you sweat and squirm, barely able to catch your breath as you hiccuped with each thrust. But to him this pace wasn’t even his most brutal.
He released your wrists, not that it did you much good. All you could do was grasp pathetically at the sheets. He moved his hand to your hips, lifting them and tilting them up towards him. This way it felt as though he was pushing deeper, you could feel his cock bulging in your stomach.
Your cries had turned to quiet moans and whimpers as you started adjusting to his size. He almost seemed pleased with this, eyes lighting up with some kind of twisted joy. The discomfort was starting to disappear, you weren’t sure if you preferred this. Like he had said, there were few who would have denied the opportunity to be in your position. Something about him was certainly attractive, perhaps you too might have been wooed had he not been so deceitful and cruel. That being said, under his piercing golden gaze you still considered him attractive. He certainly knew how to fuck too, his cock was stretching you out but still hitting you in all the right places. His hands occasionally gave your hips a squeeze, as if encouraging your moans. You couldn’t deny he sounded like heaven too, low, guttural moans and grunts. Every part of you felt over stimulated, you didn’t even register your orgasm until it was too late.
Part of you felt ashamed but that feeling didn’t last long as pleasure caused your body to convulse. Ganondorf had no real issue holding you down, grip on your hips firm as he steadily rocked into you with delight. Every thrust caused you to cry out, barely able to catch your breath as every part of your body felt as though electricity was firing through it. He waited until you had quietened, body still shaking as you tried to steady your breathing. His pace slowed before he pulled out, but you knew he wasn’t quite finished yet. He flipped you onto your stomach with minimal effort, hands pulling your hips up. Your arms weren’t strong enough to hold you up, your legs barely could, his hands grasping you was the only thing that kept you steady.
And then he was pushing inside you again, you muffled a moan against the mattress. Whatever discomfort you had been feeling was long gone, only replaced with waves of pleasure. At this angle he only seemed to fill you more. The sounds of his low grunts and skin against skin filled the room. Part of you felt as though you should be disgusted, even if he was a king he was nothing more than a man who used his power to coerce you into this. You knew you were just an easy target, a quick fuck to satisfy his animalistic needs. Even so, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care.
A cry of shock escaped your lips as you were pulled from your thoughts, his hand tangling in your hair against your scalp and giving it a sharp tug.
“Let me hear you, little vai,” he demanded.
Your moans were loud enough for you to know that the whole tavern could probably hear them. You could only picture Laran’s discomfort but no matter how you tried you couldn’t stop them from escaping your mouth.
Ganondorf’s pace was beginning to lose its rhythm but not its brutality. He seemed to be thrusting harder now, breaths coming out as ragged grunts and moans. You couldn’t place what compelled you to beg or what you were begging for but the word ‘please’ fell from your lips like a prayer, tears causing your eyes to sting. You knew you couldn’t take much more of this but you knew you weren’t begging for him to stop. You might just have been begging for more.
With a particularly hard thrust into you he came to a stop with a loud groan, holding you against him. He was big enough that you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you. He didn’t hold you there like that for long, not long enough for you. When he pulled out the sensation of burning returned, from being stretched far past your limit. Your legs collapsed underneath you, unable to hold yourself up when he released you. You could feel his cum spill out of you and onto the bed, something you’d have to clean up when your body decided it could move again.
“I will be returning her on my journey back to Gerudo,” he stated simply, you barely registered his words, only watching blankly out of the corner of your eye as he reclothed himself. His gaze flickered to you and when your eyes locked with his your heart felt like it stopped dead in your chest under his gaze.
He reached out, catching your chin in his grasp and turning your head up towards him as he bent down to your level.
“I’m going to fuck your cunt into the shape of my cock,” he whispered, lips brushing of your ear. The weight of his words wouldn’t fully hit you until the next morning, your brain filled with too much fog to fully grasp the promise, or perhaps the threat.
“I expect better hospitality next time,” he said as he released you, adjusting his clothes and jewellery. You heard him leave, the silence letting you tune into the ruckus below. Moments later it had quietened, the noise spilling out into the streets before fading off into the distance. Your tired mind could only think of the mess that you would have to clean up, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t force your limbs to move. After a while you could barely keep your eyes open, every muscle in your body aching. It was easier to let sleep take you.