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Ganondorf knew something was off with his kingdom from the moment he stepped foot into the throne room and held court. It had been apparent with one inhale and one twitch of his nose in the right direction, and then he found it.
An Omega. She wasn't Gerudo—if one were to study the history of the Gerudo, they would quickly learn that there were one of two scents for a Gerudo to have: a floral fragrance with hints of hydromelon or an intense chili pepper scent, potent enough to make one's eyes water. Ganondorf had paid close attention to the scent, and he could tell any skeptic with certainty that the Omega he smelled was not one of his people. She was sweeter—a light hint of cream mixed with the delightful scent of coffee beans flooded his senses the longer he breathed her in.
Torturous as it was to be inhaling the delightful stench of an Omega nearing her heat, he managed to make it through the entirety of court without incident. Even so, the little Omega that lingered among his people was nowhere to be found, and it was beginning to drive Ganondorf mad. It had been one thing to be surrounded by the scents of his own people going into heat, but to smell a Hylian nearing it was a delectable treat for Ganondorf. They had always been so guileless and innocent, unable to see through even the most apparent of ruses. He loved fooling them into believing that Hylia had seen to it that they were destined to mate or tricking them into thinking that they would be the next queen of the Gerudo. And he was always delighted to see their faces contort into pathetic pouts when they felt him pulling out and coming on their bodies instead.
No one would ever be so lucky as to be his mate. Ganondorf was much too self-absorbed to even consider the possibility of having an Omega at his side while he ruled. Though there had always been the wandering thought of what might happen should he decide to finally pick a mate. He would have many children; that much was for certain, and he would always have the final say in everything. Other than that, Ganondorf could not quite picture the perfect mate.
But he wouldn't say he hasn't seen what she might look like. In his dreams, he sees her—a figure illuminated by a golden light. Her entire silhouette is painted white, with the golden glow giving shape to her long hair and her plump side. Ganondorf will reach his hand out, so close to touching her, only to be brought back down to reality.
He stood near the entrance to the palace, arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the doorway. From behind, Riju lingered, keeping a fair distance between the two of them. She had been accompanying him during court and throughout the day, observing him and learning how to conduct herself once she took over. Ganondorf glanced over his shoulder, sighing. “Are you going to stand there like a dummy, or are you going to speak to me?”
Riju jumped where she stood, scoffing when she finally managed to look back at him. “Maybe... once I know you're not going to jump on me.” She didn't move, only glaring at him while tapping her foot impatiently. “Well? Are you going to take care of your rut or what?”
Snorting, Ganondorf spun on his heel, facing the young chieftess. “A true Alpha knows how to control such instincts. Haven't they taught you this in school?” He wondered, briefly, if he needed to have a discussion with the teacher and make sure that the proper topics and information were presented to the young vai of the country. Deciding against it, he instead rolled his eyes and answered her plainly, “No, I won't do anything to you.”
Visible relief crossed her face, and Riju placed a hand on her chest. “Thank goddess... Now, what's going on with you? You've been distant all day!” She moved her hands to her hips, pouting and puffing her cheeks out. Ganondorf rolled his eyes—there had been a perfectly good reason as to why he had been “different” that morning compared to other mornings.
“You haven't smelled that Omega?” Ganondorf genuinely wondered if Riju could even smell an Omega at her age. He watched as she furrowed her brow, considering what he had asked her, before looking back up at him and shaking her head. The king sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “There is an Omega here who is nearing her heat... It is driving me crazy just smelling her.”
The young chieftain grimaced, making a gagging noise at his remark. Well, could she blame him? He was an Alpha, after all, and he had needs that required someone to fulfill them. Riju looked at him, shaking her head. “So uncouth! Can't you keep it in your pants for a few minutes at the least?”
The accusation! Ganondorf, baffled, groaned, and looked back out at the main market. “I'll be better once I find her. You should stay here. It's time for you to practice your duties alone.” He began to walk down the stairs, ignoring the frustrated groans of disapproval coming from the young girl. It was midday, giving him just enough time to invite the little thing to dinner and courting her into spending her heat with him. Ganondorf grew excited just thinking about it—she would look glorious spread out underneath him. His tongue would dance across her clammy skin, licking her everywhere and eating her slick until he was full. The different ways he would use her throughout her heat were far too many to count.
He walked through the main market, greeting those who waved at him and congratulating those working on tedious tasks. Ganondorf kept an air of mystery to him, not quite making it obvious what he was doing. He followed the scent, allowing it to guide him in the direction of the Omega. It took him toward a small shop set up near the east entrance, and the moment he stepped around the corner to face it, he was met with the most gorgeous sight.
There she stood, dressed in vai clothing much too big for her and wearing a leaf shaped mask. Ganondorf inhaled deeply, almost falling to his knees at the scent. Crippled, he walked over, approaching slowly. The merchant looked at him and gulped, stepping back. “I tried to tell this little vai that I couldn't understand her…”
Ganondorf held one hand up, cutting her off completely while he focused his attention back on the young Omega. “Hello, little thing. What seems to be the issue?”
She startled at the sight of him, pulling her mask back around over her face and cowering. “N-No! No, no. No issue.”
No issue? He smiled, looking down at her. “Why, then, do you smell as though you're about to go into heat?” Ganondorf knew it was a bit crude of him to ask such a private question in a public setting, but he couldn't care at that moment. The most important thing was getting her to confess to her heat, agree to dinner, and then stealing her away to a room. It was simple. He leered at the small thing, not shy about his lustful gaze.
As anticipated, the little Omega squeaked and held her mask close to her face. Little noises of discomfort and aggression came from the feisty thing, and Ganondorf laughed. She was liable to bite if he put his hand too close, so he merely stood in front of her, grinning. “Don’t be shy! You’re more than welcome to stay here for your heat. We have spas, massage parlors, and special guest rooms. I’ve used those services quite a bit since I took over as king.” Ganondorf straightened when he said it, puffing his chest out the slightest bit as a partial brag of sorts. Shoot him; he was indulging in his inner Alpha. Could you blame him? The world’s most alluring snack had just been placed in front of him, and he was being expected to behave.
Silence passed between them, with Ganondorf waiting for her answer. Any moment now, she would come crawling for him. He preened at the thought of getting that little treat to submit to him and being on top of her. Better yet, having her on top of him. Yes, Ganondorf could see it now. The blond Omega sitting on his lap, moving so delicately and demurely. He always had a soft spot for the more shy Omegas.
Carefully, the mask was moved to the side, and from underneath was revealed a nymph that captivated Ganondorf’s weak heart. Gorgeous, aqua irises peered back at him, curious and wandering, followed by perfectly pink lips that were just waiting to be bitten. Under one eye, a scar, but he was unsure where she could have gotten it from. What drew his attention away from everything else were her lashes, so thick and luscious. When she batted them, he felt his body melt into a puddle of delight. Ganondorf clutched his chest, smiling devilishly as he feigned lightheadedness.
“On second thought, why don’t you join me for dinner? We can set up a guest room for you to stay in until your heat subsides.” He motioned at the palace, making it clear where he would be taking her. “You’ll enjoy it. Gerudo food is always the best and most satisfying. Only the best for my people.” Ganondorf would have adjusted his trousers, but he kept his hand on his hip loosely, staring at the young Omega with a gaze that said, “I’m going to fuck you stupid.”
Slowly, the Omega brought her hands up and began signing. “No, thanks. I’m good.” She turned around, happily trotting off and leaving Ganondorf behind in the dust. He scowled, clenching his hand into a fist. Rejected? Just like that? No, she was just playing hard to get. The chase would make it all the sweeter. Straightening, the Gerudo king inhaled deeply, the remnants of the Omega’s scent driving him to a dizzying point as he stood there, preparing himself for his next move.
Ganondorf took it upon himself to storm forward, speeding up past the girl and swiftly stepping in front of her. She bumped into his chest, groaning in surprise as she rubbed the top of her head, looking up at Ganondorf. Instantly, the Omega’s features twisted into a disgusted sneer and he practically swooned on the spot. This one was, oh, so unique in every possible way. Never before had he met one such as herself. This truly was a treat from Hylia.
“I apologize for being so callous and forward, but I don’t appreciate strangers coming into my territory and refusing to give me a basic greeting and explain their reasoning for coming here. I’m beginning to suspect you’re here for a completely different reason.” Ganondorf thought for a moment about what she could possibly be up to, but really, he could find nothing plausible enough. She shook her head vehemently, her hands waving alongside her head from side to side in a denial that was everything but verbal.
Instantly, the young Omega began to sign her words to Ganondorf, looking at him pleadingly. “No, not a threat! My name is... Eri! And I’m a Korok! See? My mask?” She giggled, turning the wooden contraption around and placing it over her face. The Omega danced before him, then lowered her head and raised her hands. “Sorry… I get excited when I talk about being a Korok.”
A Korok? Ganondorf allowed his eyes to greedily eat up her body, taking her in from head to toe. She was short and clearly Hylian based on the shape of her ears and the color of her skin, but he couldn’t be entirely sure. After all, it seemed clear that she could understand Hylian, but could she speak it? Ganondorf had more questions than answers after her introduction, and he frowned.
“Eri… And you say you are a Korok? Why is it that you have Hylian ears and a Hylian appearance? Am I to trust you so easily?” Ganondorf made it clear that he did not believe her entirely, and her eyes became huge, darting from side to side as she fought to come up with an answer. So he had caught her in her own lie. He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose and inhaling deeply. If she were a spy, he would have no problem forcing her to mate with him. Ganondorf was never against using force to get what he wanted—eventually, she would come to enjoy it. She would know nothing else but pleasure if she were to be with him during her heat.
Eri trembled, using her hands to speak once again. “I was born Hylian and raised Korok. Therefore, I’m a Korok! You can trust me; I promise, I’m not a threat. I…” She stopped, thinking for a moment, while Ganondorf stood there, waiting patiently. He had all evening to entertain her shenanigans. She huffed, finally finishing her sentence. “I came here to spend my heat alone!”
The Gerudo king sighed, nodding at her declaration. Alone… Ganondorf would get her to change her mind once she had dinner with him. He hummed, looking back at the palace. “Yes, indeed, you did. And we have a guest room that you are more than welcome to stay in.” Eri excitedly looked behind him at the palace, taking a timid step forward. Ganondorf blocked her path, clicking his tongue. “But first, you must have dinner with me. I insist that you have a good meal before you go through the thick of your heat.” And based on the look that he could see from underneath the mask, it seemed that the young Omega agreed.
Ganondorf was quick to take her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing her knuckles tenderly. Her skin was so soft—he couldn’t wait to have it on his face. And the taste of her was utterly divine—Ganondorf couldn’t stop his tongue from swiping out to have a taste of the delicate creature before him. She shivered in his hold, and by Hylia, he wanted to tear that ridiculous mask off of her face and make her look at him. But then, he thought carefully: if her face were to remain covered, then he could keep her beauty for himself. Ganondorf grinned happily at the thought, then patted Eri’s hand. “You are in perfectly safe hands, darling thing. The only thing you need to worry about is what you want for dessert. Do you understand?” He asked her, looking down for an answer.
She shakily signed with one hand, “Oh, but, sir, I really don’t—.”
“Nonsense,” Ganondorf cut her off, a habit of his that he would never give up. He always had to butt-in on the conversation and make his point known first. “I think you will do perfectly fine during dinner. Besides, our only other guest will be Riju. She’s hardly anything to be troubled by.”
He brought his arm around her shoulder, guiding her down the path to the palace. “I forgot to introduce myself—my name is Ganondorf Dragmire. I’m the king of the Gerudo, though; I assume you already knew that.” Ganondorf couldn’t help the chuckle that left him, his thumb running across his shoulder. The little Korok squeaked at his closeness, then signed her response.
“Well… No, I had no idea. I don’t know much about the Gerudo.” She confessed, and Ganondorf clicked his tongue, bringing her closer. She was adorable; that much was for certain. He made sure she could feel his muscular form, enticing her in any way he could. The slight tremble in her only confirmed to him that she could indeed feel him, and he sighed pleasantly.
This little Omega was so utterly oblivious to the things around her—Ganondorf couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her. What could he trick her into believing? How gullible was the little thing, and how much could he get away with? His hand snuck lower, running down along her exposed side and settling on the little piece of fat before her hips. “Oh, well, in that case, I would be more than happy to educate you on my people and our culture and traditions. Would that be something that interests you?” He asked, squeezing her softly and groaning at the feeling between his fingers. She was a temptation known only to gods—he could not bear to not be on her any longer.
As they approached the stairs to the palace, Ganondorf took his hand off of Eri’s hip, then held her hand. He gripped it firmly, helping her up the steps and smiling down at her the entire way up them. “You see, a male is born once every one hundred years, and he who is born is king of the Gerudo. He’s also typically the strongest Alpha in the entire tribe.” And was it a bit of bragging on his end? Of course it was. But could you blame him?
Eri glanced up at Ganondorf, then, from underneath her mask, came a very stuttered “R-R-Really?” before she gasped and shivered underneath the mask.
And suddenly, it all became very clear that this was not who he was fooled into thinking it was. That voice was not that of a vai. No—Ganondorf recognized it from visits to Hyrule Castle to meet with that princess. There, standing next to her, was always that boy. Blond hair, blue eyes, and...
He should have known sooner, but how was he to tell? His scent blinded him, and now he clearly understood it. This was that brat—Link! Zelda must have sent him on a mission and put him in disguise. Ganondorf scowled for a moment but replaced it with a smile once he noticed the boy was staring at him.
“Yes… And I am proud to say I live up to that label.” Ganondorf had switched his sights now. Before, he had thought that having a mate would only get in the way, but now he thought it could be sweet torture for the boy. If he was foolish enough to play these games, then he should have been prepared for the foolish rewards he would sow. It wouldn’t be so bad if he mated the boy now and kept him as his own for as long as he saw fit. He chuckled deeply, shaking his head, nearly baffled by what he was thinking.
Would he really be willing to go to such lengths just to stop Zelda from having a trump card over him? Of course he would be. And it wasn’t as if he would hate being Link’s mate. It would be fun to torment the boy and turn him into a shadow of himself. Hylia once cast a light down to earth, but soon it would become nothing more than a black blot on the page of history they existed in. To see the boy clinging to his side would be nothing short of extraordinary. Ganondorf would treasure such bliss if he were to be bestowed with it in his lifetime.
They stepped into the palace, and Ganondorf happily led Link to the dining hall, where he would keep him company until dinner was served. “Although, as sad as this sounds, I don’t have a mate. Can you believe that? I certainly can’t.” He nearly cackled at his comment, unable to hide his glee. Link looked up at him, then began to sign his response by removing his hand from Ganondorf’s.
“So… You’ve never had a mate? How old are you?” Link asked, almost as if he had no clue who Ganondorf was. And sure, maybe the boy really had no clue. Possibly he was as oblivious as he seemed. Even still, Ganondorf would answer, albeit with a bit of a grimace.
“Ah, age… I’m fifty-five. I turn fifty-six in December.” He glanced down at Link while they walked down the hallway, guiding him toward the doorway into the dining hall. “How old are you, Eri?”
Age was funny—Ganondorf didn’t feel as though he were in his fifties. Well, most of the time, that was. There were days when his arthritis and joint pain became particularly unbearable. Thankfully, elixirs were his number one cure. The blond dipped his head down and clutched his mask tightly. Finally, those soft hands came back down and signed, “Twenty.”
Twenty. Ganondorf laughed softly to himself, leading the young man into the dining hall. “Twenty! I remember my youth. So much fun! Cherish these years while you can, Eri. They are... the most important of your life.” He added a bit of emphasis on importance in order to drive his message home for the young boy. Soon, Link would understand that the importance was whether Hyrule lived to see another day during his twenties. Ganondorf would use any mating between them as fuel for the fire, and he’d waste no time in making sure Link knew that his obedience would be Hyrule’s saving grace. There was a joy to be had in adding more weight to shoulders heavier than your own.
Link sat in the chair nearest to Ganondorf’s, with the king lingering behind him for too long after he sat down. He stared down at the top of his head, imagining all the ways he would move it up and down his cock, watching the boy gag and spit all over him as he was choking on the thick monster. He would work him so hard that his lips would be pink and raw, causing Ganondorf to give off more pheromones than he intended just from the thought.
He walked to his own chair, sitting down and leaning against the table with his elbows. Resting his head in his hands, Ganondorf looked at Link and sighed. “Can’t you take the mask off?”
That had been the trap to catch the mouse. Link squeaked and bowed his head, shaking it. Ganondorf cocked his head to the side curiously and feigned confusion. He knew exactly why the idiot boy was refusing, but Ganondorf wouldn’t admit it. It would only make it obvious that he knew he was lying about his identity, and then Link would attempt an escape and his new plan would fail.
Taking Zelda’s knight away was the first step to victory; Ganondorf just had to simply court the little thing into being with him during his heat, then he’d kick him out and send him back to Hyrule. However, when Zelda would eventually learn he was pregnant as a result of them mating and then when she finally realized they were, in fact, mates, she would send Link back to him. Or rather… No, Zelda would feel too guilty if she were to do that. She’d have Ganondorf come back to retrieve him, and then...
There were many ways Ganondorf could manipulate Link into believing that Zelda abandoned him and didn’t tell him because she didn’t want to cause a scene. Instinct would kick in, he’d be full of hormones, and his body would tell him to believe and trust his Alpha. Ganondorf grew giddy, much like a child having their first sweet treat, just thinking about how everything would fall into place and how he would eventually rule over all of Hyrule.
“Oh, now, don’t be so shy. I saw your face—it’s absolutely breathtaking. Do you think I'll turn to stone or something if I look at you?” Ganondorf decided to be a bit bold, wondering just how far he could go and how far Link was willing to go to keep up a lie. It was a bit of a competition to see who would go over that line that both hesitated to cross. Though, really, Link’s line was probably further away from where Ganondorf’s line was. He decided to take that first step, reaching over and placing a hand on Link’s shoulder. “This is no place to feel shame. All are welcome here.”
Turning, Link stared at Ganondorf, then shakily removed the mask. Instantly, his gorgeous face was unveiled, and Ganondorf found himself staring endlessly into the ocean that was in his eyes. He smiled, squeezing his shoulder and slinking back. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Goddesses… You are truly a nymph caught in the wild, Eri. So glorious.” Excessive compliments fell from his lips, and Link blushed, ducking his head once more.
Suddenly, when Ganondorf breathed in, he caught a stronger, more potent whiff of Link’s scent. His eyes went downward, and he leaned slightly forward to look at his lap. Sure enough, the boy was squeezing his legs together, his hands hiding his crotch from view. He snorted—it would seem the two of them were equally interested in one another, even if Link didn’t want to admit it. Ganondorf licked his lips, hungrier than the wolf was when he looked upon the little rabbit hopping in his path. “Say, how would you feel if—?” Ganondorf began to ask when a loud laugh interrupted him. He immediately retracted himself, sitting upright and looking forward.
Riju stood in front of the table, grinning. “Good evening, everyone. And…” She looked at Link, and her face contorted. It was clear from the way she was looking at him that she recognized him, but she quickly replaced her look of utter confusion with one of mischievousness. “Oh, wow! You really look like someone I know.” She sat down in the chair opposite Link, looking back at Ganondorf. “Does she not look familiar to you as well?”
The look of sheer panic on Link’s face was priceless, and it had Ganondorf chuckling softly, struggling to hide his amusement at Link's dismay. Even with his eyes focused on the young girl, he could see Link frantically shaking his head, motioning with his hand to get Riju to quiet down.
None of it would work. The girl would be on his side—after all, Ganondorf had worked hard to sway all the Gerudo in his favor. They respected him, seeing how much better their country was under his guiding rule. Without him, there would be poverty and starvation, and all of them knew it to be true. While Ganondorf knew he couldn't entirely back up his claims of betterment, he could, however, manipulate the public into believing their accomplishments were far grander than they might have been in reality.
“Hmm… Now that you mention it...” Ganondorf pretended as though he were examining Link, and goddess, did the little boy respond wonderfully. His skin blanched, his pupils dilating, while his eyes darted around everywhere except where Ganondorf was sitting. There was a youthfulness to his ignorance that charmed Ganondorf, and he laughed delightfully. Now would be the perfect time to be cruel, but alas, Ganondorf resisted. It simply wouldn’t do to scare Link off so suddenly when he had gotten him this far into his trap. Choosing to be merciful, Ganondorf clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Well, I’ve never seen a beauty quite like her, so I would say no, she doesn’t.”
Was it a lie? Has Ganondorf ever met someone as striking as Link? He wondered what it was about Hylia’s chosen hero that suddenly enticed him. From a list he could make in his mind, it all narrowed down to the plain fact that Link was destined to strike him down, and unless he took the hero and forced him down a different path, he wouldn’t live to see his natural end. He couldn’t risk losing all of his hard-earned progress, even if it meant having to mate Link in order to secure that progress.
Huffing, Riju slumped in her chair and glared at Link. “Is this that Omega you were telling me about, Ganondorf?” She didn’t hide the curiosity in her voice, though she kept herself prim and proper despite her obvious dissatisfaction. Ganondorf wasn’t a moron—he knew that she believed he was falling for Link’s trick. He offered her a wink—his only way of letting her know that he wasn’t that easily fooled—before raising his eyebrows and smiling.
“Yes, in fact, it is. Her name is Eri, and she’s a Korok.” Ganondorf kept his eyes trained on Link, even as Buliara marched into the room, staff in hand. She walked toward Riju, stopping at her side and bowing while she uttered her greetings before she turned to face Ganondorf.
He leaned back in his chair, looking up at her. “Ah, Buliara. Could you retrieve one of my old fashions from the cabinet?” Ganondorf felt that now would be the appropriate time for his cigar, made only from the finest herbs that the desert had to offer. From his side, Riju pretended to gag, rolling her eyes upward. Typical—Riju hated whenever he smoked, even though it wasn’t near as often as she made it seem to her little friends. What was his name—Tulin? That feathered child always commented snidely about Ganondorf’s smoking and lustful habits whenever he came over to visit Riju. Whatever she was telling them was clearly having its effect, and he could only hope she didn’t do the same whenever she had private talks with Zelda while Link was present.
Buliara nodded curtly, turning to leave before calmly reminding Riju to keep her manners while around guests. Ganondorf knew without a doubt that she was aware of who their guest was, but just as expected, she kept quiet, allowing the little rabbit to sit prettily in his trap.
Loyalty ran thick in the blood of the Gerudo, and Ganondorf could not be prouder of this fact. For as many years as he had been running the kingdom, and with the unexpected arrival of his non-familial successor, he would have thought that their loyalty would wane, but it had only grown stronger. They had grown elated at the thought of the next-in-line for the throne being trained by who they considered the best.
Link glanced at Ganondorf from the corner of his eye, then swiftly looked away once their eyes met and twisted a strand of blond hair between his fingers. He rumbled low in his chest, almost a purr, as he stared at the young Hylian. “Are you really a Korok, Eri?”
The question was unexpected, clearly catching Link off-guard and making him startle. He whimpered uncomfortably before bowing his head, signing back to him. “I was born a Hylian, but my mother left me with the Koroks before she died. I was raised by them until I was ten, when the Great Deku Tree sent me into the rest of Hyrule to live my life.”
His answer seemed a bit unusual. While Ganondorf believed the Korok part, he struggled to believe that the Great Deku Tree sent him out for that specific purpose. No, that old, ancient hag sent him out because he was destined to be a hero. Ganondorf knew better than to trust Link’s enlarged truths, so he simply hummed in acknowledgment.
It was then that he decided to play the cruel host just a little. “Ah, then you must know Link. Riju, is that who she reminded you of?” He turned to the red-haired girl, who perked up at his remark. Suddenly, she started grinning.
“Yes! That’s exactly who she looks like! Are you two twins?” Riju looked at Link excitedly, bouncing in her seat and bobbing her head from side to side. “That would be so cool!” She was waiting for Link to say yes, and really, so was Ganondorf. He waited, patiently, much like a snake does to its prey. How far would the little brat go to save his kingdom? To save himself?
They both stared at him, silent, as he scrambled for any kind of response—any kind of escape. And there wasn’t going to be one, because Ganondorf was going to mate him, and Riju would make sure that Link didn’t leave until he was finished. They had cornered the Hylian rat just as they wanted. He always enjoyed making them squirm, showing Riju how it's properly done. In order to get anything they wanted, they just had to play their cards right.
Link cracked open a smile, then blushed and brought his hands up. “Oh, um, no, we’re not. We… I get that comparison a lot.”
And that was the smoking gun. Ganondorf couldn’t help but cackle at the remark, clutching his chest in response. “Ha! Goddess, that is certainly quite an insult to the boy. Claiming his twin is a girl! I wonder if it makes him laugh. Does he know about these comparisons?”
The facade was beginning to crack, and Link puffed his cheeks out, pouting. “I’m sure he would find it very flattering!” Ganondorf began to retaliate, finding entertainment in the little Omega’s desperate attempts to defend himself in third-person when he caught another whiff of his scent. He gripped the table tightly, digging his nails into the sandstone and willing himself not to leap over the table and fuck Link senseless right then and there.
But Riju was present, and it was a very public area. Getting a grip on reality, the Alpha looked back down at the boy and forced a grin. “Well then, since you know so much about him, tell me, would he enjoy a spar with me? Would he like to come and visit me personally? I would very much enjoy it.” Ganondorf leaned down close to Link, placing one hand on his shoulder and rubbing it gently. “I think I’d love to indulge in his company, even if only for the smallest of moments.”
Laughing nervously, Link tried to get out from underneath Ganondorf’s hand, only to find himself locked in tightly. He gave the man a pitiful look, and only then did his hand come off, returning to the table. “I… I believe he would. If asked.”
Ganondorf pulled away. “Right—if asked. Then, I shall ask. As king, I never turn down opportunities to create strong alliances. Riju,” he pointed to the young chieftain and raised a brow. “You understand this, do you not?”
She nodded. “Yes sir. Allies make for better connections and more access to trade.” It was as though she had been reading his definition straight out of the handbook he made for her, but her hands were empty, and he smiled, proud.
“Exactly. Well-done, Riju! You’ve learned well. Now, as for you, Eri…” Ganondorf straightened, and through the doors came Buliara with the matches and the cigar. He smiled kindly, breathing in relief. “Perfect timing. I don’t know if I could have gotten through that without this…” Buliara made her way to him, handing him the cigar and lighting a match. As he settled the thick cigar between his lips, Buliara took the lit match and held it against the end of it. Instantly, it lit, and he inhaled.
Despite Riju’s protests and feigned gags, he smoked the cigar, breathing out the smoke and returning his stare to Link. “I think we can stop the games now, brat. We both know you’re not who you say you are.”
In that instant, Link’s face crumbled. His hands, frantic, began to smack together as they signed. “Allow me to explain, please, before you—.”
Holding one hand up, Ganondorf took a drag from his cigar and kept Link from explaining himself further. As smoke poured out of his mouth, he smiled, his eyes half-lidded. “Oh, but of course, do explain. I’m more than happy to hear you out and see what you have to say for yourself, Link.” He barked out a laugh, waving his cigar around as he closed his eyes, baffled. “Honestly, the fact that you believed we would fall for it even after so many months of not seeing you... We’re not morons, boy.”
Having been put on the spot, Link’s face morphed into one of a plain appearance and he sighed. Defeated and forced to respond, the knight pulled his mask over his face and hid behind it while he spoke. “Z-Zelda sent me here... on a mission.”
So that was why the boy was here in the first place. Ganondorf furrowed his brow, ignoring the fact that their dinner was being served to them. Thankfully, they had brought a plate—albeit, smaller than the rest—for Link, and he smiled when he saw the boy would at least have some food during his heat.
“On a mission. What sort of mission, Link?”
He swallowed thickly, looking up at Ganondorf with eyes that pleaded for mercy. Oh, he would spare him, just not from a mating. That decision had been finalized and there was absolutely no turning back for Ganondorf now. Link scowled, picking up his utensil and getting ready to eat. “A spy mission.”
A spy mission. Zelda was hoping that Link would be able to spy on Ganondorf while spending his heat in the desert, where he would be untouched. Oh, how foolish and simple she was. The girl had no brain in that thick skull of hers. Ganondorf blew a puff of smoke out, growling low in his throat. There was no need to wait anymore. And besides, Link could always come back to the dining hall and eat the rest of his meal.
“And I take it you came in on a stallion?” Ganondorf started the conversation with something that would give him perfect ammo, regardless of Link’s answer. The boy squirmed while eating, clearly bothered by his subject of choice, but once he had swallowed what appeared to be his fifth bite, he answered.
“No… I travel with Epona. She’s a mare. I don’t have a stallion.” Link’s face changed, and suddenly, he was giggling as he ate. “Though, I d-do think she’d have beautiful fillies!”
Ganondorf saw his target, and he could hear Riju groaning in distaste, grumbling as she ate. He leered at Link, a shark waiting to attack its prey in the ocean. The blood was in the water, and he was swimming towards it at full-speed. “You’re in luck, Link. I have a stallion who would be more than willing to give you the little fillies you want.” He licked his lips, and Link winced, jerking where he sat before hunching over.
Within a second, Ganondorf was assaulted by the creamy scent, and he abruptly stood up. Not one piece of food had even been touched on his plate, but that didn’t matter. Any sense of control Ganondorf had was thrown out the window, and his instincts had taken over the reins, choosing what he did. And right then, it was saying, “Take him! Mate him! Give him an Alpha to call his own!” As sickeningly domestic as it was, Ganondorf, surprisingly, didn’t mind. In fact, he quite liked the thought of a domestic setting with Link. Granted, his idea of domesticity involved sitting on a porch while watching a Blood Moon and relishing in the screams of people. He already knew who he’d target first—those ridiculous Hylians.
And the boy was just moldable enough. Just durable enough to wet with water, reshape into a ball, and rebuild into the creature he was meant to be. Ganondorf saw gold when he looked at Link—a pure gold victory.
This was something he could destroy.
Functioning purely on instinct and hormones, Ganondorf ran on autopilot as he pulled Link’s chair out and swept him up into his arms. The boy struggled and fought, slamming his fists against his chest while he lamented his demise. Riju quietly ate her meal, occasionally looking over to talk with Buliara, who took her place beside the girl. He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling darkly, paying attention to the purple and orange sky that soon flooded the palace with its colors.
“Don’t be so afraid,” Ganondorf commented, rumbling constantly in an attempt to soothe the frightened Omega. He smelled of rotten cream now, his fear mixing with his heat and creating quite the discordant scent. Through it all, Ganondorf’s hormones persisted, and he gave off more of his scent, humming. “I’ll take care of you. After all, you’ll be my first mate.”
At this, Link scrambled. “No! No! Mr. Dragmire, please, I—” he started to say, only to be quieted by Ganondorf leading him up the stairs to his room. That alone was enough of an answer for the young boy, and his weeping started. “Please, please, no…”
None of it was actually worthwhile—not to mention, Ganondorf had heard many sobs and pleas for mercy from those in his bed in the past. The only difference was that this time, he was regrettably going to be gentle. There was no amount of sobbing that could save him from his mourning—Ganondorf was an animal by nature. And animals do not function on the same moral ground as humans. At this point, the only thing keeping him hard was thinking about Link’s slick and getting him full of his pups.
When all one knows is that being animalistic gets them pleasure, then how do you teach them that gentility can bring the same pleasure, if not an entirely different kind? Ganondorf scoffed at the thought of changing—he would only be this way for the first few times, as it was certain they would be mating for the entirety of that night and the next morning.
Ganondorf shifted Link in his arms, holding him in one while the other opened his door. Once opened, he adjusted his cigar, taking a drag and exhaling with a sigh. “Lovely. Just how I want to spend my rut... and I think I quite like how I’m going to conduct my first mating. Classy talk, I know. You’d rather hear me talk dirty, wouldn’t you?” He leaned down, grinning at Link, who stared up at him with glassy eyes. Holding the cigar between his fingers and near his mouth, he turned to Link and chuckled. “After all, I can be a disgusting, perverted bitch if you’d prefer. I’ve always found the insult quite a badge to wear. All those who call me a dog are only finding amusement in their own stupidity.” Ganondorf’s face turned into one of contempt and he shook his head. No, it was better not to think of idiots in the past who called him such playground insults in an attempt to make him hurt. Besides, you can’t hurt someone who likes pain.
Having made it clear what Link’s options were, he stepped into the room and kicked the door shut behind himself. “Finally—alone. Riju, bless her; she is the light of my life, but she can be such a pest at times. But now, we don’t have to worry about her or anyone else.” Ganondorf groaned in ecstasy when he felt the boy’s struggles and squirms against him. He may have been saddened by the lack of roughness with his new chew toy, but Link was still fighting and relentlessly sobbing. His struggle was just as, if not more, enjoyable as it would have been had Ganondorf been more forceful with his assault.
He laid the boy down on his large, plush bed gently, his body enveloped in red satin sheets and nearly devoured by the immense size of his mattress. In the orange and purple hues of the sky, the tears streaking down his face could be clearly seen, marked by the muddied reflection of color that was a disgrace to such vividness. Link’s skin sparkled magnificently, and since the lighting was just right, it looked as if he had an aura around his body—a sign from Hylia that said, “Your treasure is right here!”
And as he stared down at Link—poor, poor Link, who was only on a mission—he stopped for a moment. It was rare that he had moments like these—where he paused to consider if what he was doing was morally correct or even considered sane in the faintest sense of the word. There have been a few nights where he wakes up in a cold sweat and wonders if he will face some sort of karma for all of the Omegas he has raped. For all of those, he has hurt in some way, shape, or form, directly or indirectly.
It took an intelligent man to see the flaws in himself and strive to either improve or work on them. Ganondorf had decided to take his work in the other direction. He knew all-too-well that there was joy to be found in being “good.” And maybe, once upon a time, he would have considered stopping and sending Link back home with a guard so that he wasn’t preyed upon on his trip back to Hyrule while in heat. That would have been what a good Alpha does.
Ganondorf took a long drag on his cigar and thought, giving Link time to stew in his own fear and maybe, just maybe, give him the hope that he will stop. There is no guarantee, of course. Ganondorf knows that he can change his mind at any given moment, and Link will have to go through with it. That’s because, like any good Alpha, he commands the Omega and dictates what they will do while in his presence. Sure, Ganondorf can change his mind. Maybe a few “Ah, I’ve changed. I just can’t rape him.” here and there. Or, even, “Well, what’s the point? You have a successor and you have a successful legacy. There’s no need for mates and pups.” when he feels a bit generous toward someone else for a change.
Real thought was given to the predicament he found himself in, entirely by his own foolish hand. Then again, when he truly broke down the situation, it wasn’t all that bad. They were going to be mates, and an Alpha typically chooses who their mate will be. Ganondorf smiled at the realization—he’s only doing what his instinct commands. And Link was idiotic enough to come into a town with one very virile, very horny Alpha on the verge of his rut. Did he not think before he went there? Where were his suppressants? The boy didn’t even spray any fragrances to mask his own scent!
But that wasn’t a problem. He was with Ganondorf now, and Ganondorf would ensure the little Hylian rat was in safe hands. Only those hands would pinch and grab at every inch of skin they could find, reminding him that his flesh was for him and only him.
That critical thinking didn’t last long, and as anticipated, he had made his decision relatively quickly. Plucking the cigar from his mouth, Ganondorf exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and breathing calmly for a moment. The silence between them was thick but easily cut into when Ganondorf scoffed. “Eh, why not? Fucking you will be as though I’m,” he gestured vaguely and widely with his cigar, wafting the smoke around. “waltzing among Hylia’s treasured angels. A gift bestowed only to the most grand of men, don’t you think?” And the answer in the back of his mind was, “Of course you do, because we’re mates, after all.” But Ganondorf opted to keep his mouth shut, continuing to smoke on his cigar as he crawled over Link’s limp, small, lithe body.
His eyes raked over all of the skin he could see, latching on to his exposed hips, which showed more than intended thanks to the slightly oversized trousers he was wearing. Ganondorf laughed, and when he was done smoking on his cigar for the moment, he breathed out, then leaned down in Link’s face and wagged the cigar around. “You’ve done quite a wonderful job at enticing me. My first mate in fifty-six years! Wow! Goddess be damned, Link. You are one hell of a nymph. Working your magic! I’m impressed.” He lifted back up, straddling the young boy. “Damn, and here I thought I would never have a mate. There’s always a first time for everything, isn’t there, my little filly?” Ganondorf popped the cigar back in his mouth before wriggling his hands, inching them closer to Link’s top. With gentle hands that ached to tear and maul like the claws they were underneath the surface, Ganondorf slid the top over Link’s head, his arms limp and motionless.
And there it was. That skin was so smooth and tasted like an elixir made from ambrosia. Ganondorf rumbled, keeping himself in relative control despite his instincts. Surprising—him, holding back. It was unlike the Gerudo King to keep his instincts at bay, and now he had been able to do so? Was his determination to ruin Link and Zelda that strong?
Pink dusted nipples poked out, hard from the sudden exposure to the elements. Suddenly, yes, his determination was that strong. Ganondorf snarled at the sight, his tongue swiping out at the corners of his mouth as he stared at those no-doubt sensitive buds with hungry, greedy eyes that devoured everything in their path. No inch of Link was safe from his hands and mouth. From head to toe, Ganondorf would get to know him, and he’d have an entire map made of his body within only a few minutes of handling him. It was envisioned grandly, with glowing red lighting up along the supposed places that might hold pleasure for Link. After all, it was a matter of hands-on learning, and Ganondorf wasn’t opposed to being taught where and how to touch this delightful little Omega.
Not yet, though. Ganondorf still had yet to unwrap his gift. He took the cigar out of his mouth once more, twirling it around in his fingers as he lazily ran his other hand over Link’s exposed hip. “So quiet and so shy when earlier you were the most excited I’ve ever seen you talking about fillies. What happened to that, Link? Why aren’t you excited about having little fillies anymore?” He was twisting the boy’s words in such a horrific, mangled way that anyone would know he was bullshitting. Hell, even Ganondorf knew he was fucking around with Link in a way that would really crack someone’s fragile psyche.
Link’s face blossomed with pale pink, which eventually turned red, and he swiftly whipped his head to the side, away from Ganondorf. It seemed he was too ashamed to correct him, and it was more than likely for the better, considering Link’s defense would have only further encouraged Ganondorf to continue. Though, as it should have been expected by most, Ganondorf continued regardless of whether Link gave a defense. He clicked his tongue, and when he noticed Link was crying, he shook his head and shushed him.
“No, don’t cry. Don’t cry. Poor Link… No one has given you attention after all of these years. With such a gut-wrenching tale,” To exaggerate his point, he brought his cigar to his chest, pressing the burning end into the skin. He hissed, wincing at the burn, before blinking and readjusting himself to the moment. “I took pity upon you. You deserve a family—you deserve a good mate. Isn’t this life of monotony boring to you?” Like a snake, he slithered down and pressed his lips against his exposed hip. “Think of the luxury. Think of the power. Don’t you want that, Link?”
Timed offerings were nothing when it came down to a decision as potent as choosing a mate. Ganondorf needed to offer more, and he would only offer what he had and what he was willing to give to Link. He smiled against his hip when he felt his trembling slow, his body trusting him whether Link was or not. His breath ghosted over his heated skin, and Link squeezed his legs together, shaking his head. Barely above a whisper, Link pleaded with Ganondorf, and he rolled his eyes at the remark.
His fingers hooked underneath the waistband of the trousers, and he began to pull them down, growling louder and louder the more that that enticing scent was unraveled from underneath the trapped fabric. Ganondorf was a bit bold, tearing his trousers off the rest of the way and burying his face right above Link’s womb.
Without any thought, he tossed his cigar to the side, focusing entirely on the sudden burst of tantalizing sweet cream that flooded his nostrils and robbed him of his mental clarity. Ganondorf, bedazzled by the luxury that was getting to indulge like a glutton, blinked rapidly and opened his mouth slowly, lolling his tongue out and wiping it across over where his womb would be. Goddess… Goddess, he tasted like the purest of holy waters. Like a man desperate for food and hydration, he lapped at his skin, nibbling on him the slightest bit. When Link moved the slightest bit, his hands latched to his side, keeping him still and in-place. There would be no escape—Ganondorf couldn’t afford it at this point.
The scent was not as sweet there, though. Ganondorf massaged his thighs with his hands, pressing him apart an inch further with every lap of his tongue over the expanse of his porcelain flesh. He worked him open until that scent was causing his eyes to roll in the back of their sockets from how extreme it was. Pressing his tongue firmly against his lower abdomen, his right hand went down Link’s thigh until he brought it up the smallest bit, eliciting frightful whimpers from the Omega underneath him as he did so.
Gasping for breath as though he had been held underwater, Ganondorf lifted his head and looked back at Link. “Shh, no, no, don’t be scared. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. We can go slow. Here, why don’t we try something?”
Link gazed down at him from over his nose, and the sight of him staring at the king while covered in tears and nude for only him to see had Ganondorf groaning in pleasure.
“Okay,” Link finally whispered, twisting his mask back onto his face and hiding himself from Ganondorf’s heated gaze. He sat back up, his eyes glued to where Link’s lower half rested against his sheets. Sure enough, where his bottom rested, there was a pool of slick underneath him, and Ganondorf clicked his tongue.
“Poor thing—you’re a mess. Don’t you want someone to clean you up and make you presentable?” Ganondorf switched his eyes to his thigh, finding it coated in slick on the inside. He was hungry for that delicious juice—it would be a sweet nectar and he, the hummingbird come to feast on it. Link squirmed, whining loudly and looking around the room in sheer panic. Caught right where he wanted him—all his to have, own, squeeze, and, oh, so much more! Ganondorf couldn’t have possibly asked for more when all he could have and extra was right in front of him.
He gently pushed Link further up on his bed until his head was touching the pillows. All the while, the king could not keep from leaning down and placing his mouth against the pool of slick that had collected on the innermost part of his left thigh. Link squeaked, his scent growing wickedly stronger and hitting Ganondorf as though it were a carriage drawn by his horse. His tongue lavished the skin, slathering it in his spit and licking up all that he could get. Ganondorf hummed against the clammy skin, biting him intermittently.
And with each press of his teeth against skin, Link fought to hide himself, and Ganondorf soon saw why. Looking over slowly, he found that Link was hard, desperate to hide it from Ganondorf. Another laugh left him, his entire body shaking to the point that it shook the bed. Rocking back and forth, Link looked back at him with fresh tears in his eyes. Ashamed. Ruined.
A grin spread on his features. “Don’t cry—this is just the beginning.”
His hands, greedy for more and more, feasted upon Link’s skin and ran up and down his legs, touching him everywhere, but careful not to spread his slick and ruin the pool of nectar. Practically holographic at this point, it glistened in the dimming light of the evening, reflecting back at Ganondorf. He growled, having made his point clear to Link, before he rushed down like a hawk, descending on the poor prey he had picked. The boy cried out in surprise when his lips pressed against the heated skin, swiping up his slick and slurping it down. Ganondorf couldn’t control himself, biting a bit harder than intended before cleaning off the blood that bubbled up from the wound.
Underneath his fingers, Link’s body trembled, and he massaged him more. Slick stuck to the corners of his mouth with each press of it to his coated skin, leading Ganondorf to lick it off and continue downward. From the upper part of his thigh, he trailed down the innermost side of it, pressing chaste kisses to the delicate skin that bled at the slightest of pricks. For only a second, the thought of giving Link a tattoo around his thigh as branding fluttered across his mind, but it was still there nonetheless.
Lower and lower he went, pushing Link’s thighs up and spreading him open as best he could. Link resisted with all of his might at that point, kicking his legs at Ganondorf while twisting and turning in his hold. It was quite funny, really—seeing Link act like a moth caught in a jar had him laughing, his hot breath ghosting over sensitive areas. Ganondorf was more than ready to just fuck him, but he decided it would be better to eat him out. The taste of his slick had him hooked, drugged to his fullest extent and under its spell. With eyes that only saw eventual victory in his hands, Ganondorf stared at Link for a moment, unmoving.
This was what he wanted. Ganondorf knew it was wrong—he knew it was horrendous and reprehensible. But that was the fun in it all—being a horrid, rotten creature was always such entertainment for him. Having complete control made him whole, and that was all that mattered in the end. Him, him, him. Anything different was clearly an illness in his head.
There had been tales told of him—supposedly, he was some sort of descendant of a demon. Ganondorf snorted at the thought. Well, that would explain why he was such a bastard, but Ganondorf didn’t need a scapegoat for his own actions. No, that was what a coward did. Cowards never took the blame; the finger always pointed at the other face in the room. But Ganondorf would happily be the one to point the finger in his direction and admit that he did do the horrendous thing that people blamed on something else.
While he knew all of these things to be true and knew that, deep down, he never fucking cared what other people thought, he couldn’t help but have a moment of hesitation. That moment where humanity and conscience come into play, stopping you before you can make a decision that will permanently alter all lives involved. With his silence giving Link the little spark of hope he had been searching for, he found no way to stop the malicious grin that grew on his face.
Satisfaction was always a time-sensitive emotion for him whenever he took advantage of someone. Once the chance was done, so, too, was the excitement of it all. But when he felt Link’s little struggles, heard his whimpers and cries, and saw the tears on his face, Ganondorf could only admit that the excitement grew to an uncomfortable level, his control over his Alpha instincts slipping.
Before he could get carried away, Ganondorf ducked his head and ran his tongue along the slick-covered treasure he had been searching for all along, despite how corny it sounded in his head. Link screamed, begging Ganondorf to stop and telling him he wasn’t ready while his legs locked around his head. Well, it seemed that Link wasn’t going to let him stop anytime soon, so why stop in the first place? Just because he was asked? Whoever thought he’d be the type to stop the moment he was asked was a moron to the highest degree, and he wished he could laugh at their stupid faces when he told them such facts.
After all, his ego could take another increase after remaining steadily above average for what felt like forever.
Just as the desperate consume anything they are given, Ganondorf licked the outer ring, moaning in delight at the potent taste of slick on his tongue. His hands dug into Link’s thighs, and as soon as he started, the buzzing began. He rolled his eyes—it always happened during intercourse.
Static buzzing drowned out all noise, with the occasional whimper and moan coming in and out, barely audible through how loud the volume of the static was. Annoying didn’t begin to describe it, but Ganondorf had grown accustomed to the strange habit. Or could you really call it a habit? He didn’t know, and quite frankly, he didn’t care while teasing Link’s hole with his tongue.
There were more important things at hand.
His tongue covered every inch of his tight entrance, gathering as much slick as he could while it practically oozed out of the boy in excess. Ganondorf felt it dripping down his chin, covering his beard, and no doubt making a mess out of himself. The thought of having to clean was drowned out by the static, and soon, he began to press his tongue into Link. There was some sort of shriek in his ears, high-pitched and distorted, and he grunted, wriggling his jaw to relieve some annoyance of such a sound.
Link’s legs clamped down on his head, causing him to tilt his head slightly to the side to get a better angle. With how slick the boy was, his tongue slid right in with a wet squelch, and he wiggled it around, getting Link adjusted to the new and obviously strange sensation. Poor Link, so overstimulated and overwhelmed. But Ganondorf knew he would come around to it eventually. After all, they were going to be mates, and that meant all of Link’s time would be spent around Ganondorf. Because, honestly, Ganondorf didn’t want Link to have any of his friends anymore. It was such a chore keeping track of people and their interactions with what he considered his property, and he had already claimed Link. What was it that the younger Gerudo called it? Calling dibs? That was what he was doing.
Ganondorf started to suck, thrusting his tongue in and out in a slow rhythm. Link cried, the sound warbling in his ears as his brain processed it. The way Link clamped down on him had him groaning, thinking about his wet, hot hole stretching out around his cock and being loose, dripping with his come. That would be the purest bliss, and he decided that enough was enough, and he needed to get his fill sooner rather than later.
While thrusting his tongue, his greedy, devious hand came down his right thigh, tracing down over his exposed bottom until he reached where his mouth was currently attached. His index finger began to rub over his hole, coating it in slick. Link shouted again, but the words “Monster!” and “Bad!” were made apparent by how ferocious they sounded coming out of the young boy. Ganondorf rolled his eyes, pushing his tongue in and out at a faster pace, just to torment Link, who was trembling. Slowly, his index finger slid in, and he felt Link spasm around him. His shouts were laced with tears this time around, hollow and shallow as they sounded while he began to rock the finger inside of Link.
Deliberately, the Gerudo avoided abusing his prostate, keeping his finger straight and moving it at the same rhythm as his tongue. Tedious and despicable, Ganondorf let saliva drip from his mouth, coating Link in his own bodily fluid while he fucked him with his tongue. Goddess, it was magical. It had been a gift given to him by only the holiest of beings, and Ganondorf could not have been more appreciative of the fact.
At the same time, his left hand came off of Link’s thigh and moved higher, leaving ghost-like traces over his abdomen, which was coated in warm come. Ganondorf hummed in satisfaction, content that Link had reached his peak with only a tongue and finger in him. That was not a first for him, but if technicalities were involved, then it was the first time he had made his mate come with only a tongue and a finger. How impressive!
Though, disappointedly, Ganondorf thought of the reality that this was Link’s first sexual experience. Of course, Link was going to come fast and from practically nothing. He would teach him, though, to enjoy the pleasure and let it simmer before succumbing to it so fast.
The saying of teaching a man to fish and finding out he can fish for life came to mind—funny how the wisest of sayings always apply to the man who makes such awful, awful decisions. Ganondorf loved cruel irony in the funniest of ways.
Another finger was added, this time with a bit more force than the other. Ganondorf slid in to the second knuckle, then curled his fingers before shoving it the rest of the way in. Link jerked and convulsed, but nothing too overwhelming for his head as he started to finger Link alongside his tongue, making sure to curl his fingers into his prostate.
Each stroke against it had Link shaking, clamping down on him, then slumping and weeping like a little baby. The difference was that babies cried for logical reasons—animals made noise to show their need for attention. Humans were no different, but they had humanity while animals didn’t, so what gave Link the right to cry like a baby for all the wrong reasons?
Through it all, Ganondorf could feel himself against his trousers, and he started to use his left hand to play with Link’s nipple. He pinched it, twisting it between his thumb and index finger, then pulling it up and letting go of it suddenly. The playful teasing had Link thrashing, kicking his heels into Ganondorf’s shoulders. Piercing snippets of his cries sounded in his ears, but Ganondorf had learned to ignore the awful reality of his behavior.
Delusions kept him safe and sane. They reminded him of who he was.
His fingers kept fucking him, spreading him open and making scissoring motions in an attempt to stretch him more than his body already naturally had, because Ganondorf knew it was entirely likely that Link would still be a tight fit, even with all of his slick and dilating. Despite it, Ganondorf worked him open and made sure he would get just a taste of what it would be like to be fucked by his cock.
By this point, Ganondorf had taken his mouth away, sliding his tongue out with a noisy pop as he sat up. The Gerudo leaned over Link, positioning himself in just a way that would make it easier for him to pull down his trousers just enough to let his dick free. He chuckled while he stared at Link’s messy face, kissing each glimmer of moisture and happily devouring the saltiness of his tears. It tasted absolutely delectable, just like his slick did. And Ganondorf wasn’t an idiot—he made sure to kiss along Link’s scent gland, marking him with his own juices. It was just a way to remind the boy of whom he belonged and who made him get in such a position.
Sharp teeth played with the skin over his scent gland, nibbling it and showing him the possibilities—being mated! Ganondorf moved lower, kissing and licking while giving the occasional nip across his collarbone and upper chest. Eventually, he reached the boy’s nipple, and he instantly latched on to it, biting it between angled teeth and running his tongue along the hardened nub. Link tossed his head back, mouth open for a split second before shutting again, leading to the revelation of more fresh tears. Ganondorf quickened his fingers, his tongue matching the frantic pace that he had taken up below. Tongue matching fingers, he continued to assault Link, giving him marks for days. There was still no sound coming through the static, and he dragged his tongue across his nipple, leading it to the other, untouched nipple. Forgoing the teasing, Ganondorf took it one step further and began lapping at it, biting it fiercely until he decided to let it go.
This was the gift Hylia had spoken of when talking about her chosen hero; she just never stated that that gift would be the pleasure of fucking him, deflowering him, and mating him, guaranteeing that he would be pumped full of his seed and stuffed with his pups. Ganondorf craved the sight of Link pregnant, bumbling, and dumb while dosed out on heavy hormones because of how many he was carrying. They would have litters. There would be no end to their family legacy!
Fantasies fueled him a bit too much, and he removed his fingers, wiping them off Link’s thigh and staining him with his fluids again. Ganondorf had taken his mouth off of the sensitive nipple, bringing his face back up and guiding it to Link’s pink, glossy lips.
“Think about how many pups we’ll have,” he commented among the screaming and shouting and the fists. “It’ll be magical, won’t it?” And Ganondorf flashed a smile when Link’s hands went to his hair, pulling and tugging at the strands. Meanwhile, the bastard was enjoying himself.
Saving Link from his hand, Ganondorf began to tug on his trousers. “I believe you’ll be quite impressed with my size, especially as your first. But please, don’t let my example lead you into believing every Alpha is like this because...” He paused, then howled in laughter as he shook his head. “Trust me, Link, most Alphas do not have a massive cock like me.”
The pouting face that looked back up at him had him hypnotized, so he closed the distance between them and slid his tongue into his mouth. Link squealed in disgust, pulling and tugging at Ganondorf’s hair as he thrashed around in a flurry. It didn’t matter, since Ganondorf had managed to free his cock from its confines. Heavy precome dribbled down the thick side, over the veins, and onto his large sac. He was rock-hard, the massive head covered in pre while the skin and veins around and down were dark in color and pulsing in time with his heart rate.
Ganondorf grabbed his thighs again, forcing him apart and guiding the thick head toward his entrance. “Don’t be scared,” he cooed. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. You’ll enjoy this.” Which was a lie. Link wouldn’t be enjoying it. But again, he didn’t really care.
“No.” Link’s voice finally cut through the static, and he jumped, startled by the sudden clarity. He was about to ask Link to repeat what he said when he clenched his teeth. “I hate you.” Link suddenly hoicked a wad of spit up, the saliva landing against his cheek and sliding down. Ganondorf took it on his fingers, then wiped it across Link’s chest.
Stupid games; stupid prizes.
“And I love you too, Link.” Ganondorf whispered, then claimed his mouth again as he forced the head of his cock against Link’s tight hole. The boy wrapped his arms around Ganondorf’s back and began to claw at him. Another attempt at escaping, but Ganondorf had been stabbed and still had sex. Link was nothing compared to some other scared Omegas he’s had sex with.
His tongue explored Link’s mouth, even gliding across his pearly whites while he slid himself in. Small inches were already in, but Ganondorf moved his hips, and soon he was halfway in Link. Ganondorf stilled for a moment, enjoying their kissing for what it was while he still could. Ganondorf held the back of Link’s head, kissing him deeply and passionately. Clearly, Link lacked enthusiasm, but Ganondorf was nothing, if not a willing teacher for those who showed potential.
Nails dug into his skin, trying to break it, only to fail miserably. Ganondorf took that to his advantage, slamming himself the rest of the way inside Link and groaning when he felt the smack of Link’s ass against his groin.
Bliss.
Ganondorf saw Hylia before his own two eyes.
Taking this as the blessing it had been presented as, Ganondorf inhaled deeply. “Link,” he started. “I am sorry for what I am about to do.”
No, he wasn’t. But saying it made him feel better about it, so he did.
Thrusting into him at a steady pace, Ganondorf fucked Link into the mattress like a wild animal, growling and biting at all the skin he could reach. Fangs tore at Link’s lips and the corners of his mouth before attacking his jaw and the side of his neck, just above his scent gland. Link was so hot and wet around him, welcoming him in. He breathed out against Link’s neck.
“You like this, don’t you?” He asked while pounding into Link relentlessly. The bed shook, hitting against the wall at times when Ganondorf had been a bit too rough. The warm caress of Link had him tensing, nearing his own climax far too soon. Another cry sounded, and Ganondorf looked down at an angle, finding Link’s stomach coated in more sticky fluid. His cock was small and resting on his stomach, and Ganondorf found it utterly pathetic. So much so that he brought one hand up and began to play with the small thing, his hand too big for him. But Ganondorf did consider the possibility that Link was average for his size and that he was just a large man. That was more the truth than anything he felt.
Each thrust had Ganondorf groaning in pleasure, biting Link everywhere except his scent gland. Either he had come to accept what was happening to him or he had grown silent because nothing more was heard from the young boy. Link remained motionless, though, whenever Ganondorf angled himself just right, he pressed into his prostate, and it had Link spasming again and again, grinding his nails against the skin of Ganondorf’s back.
Whether he was awake or not had yet to be seen, but... Ganondorf decided against repeating his already-tired thought, opting instead to relentlessly slam into Link and dominate him. Link was moaning and whimpering—that much had started to come through the static, filling his senses. He vocalized his amusement at the sounds, praising Link non-verbally while he continued fucking him. There would be a heavy reward for the boy soon after.
His hand continued jerking Link, playing with the tip and rubbing the slit while he felt himself bottoming out, going as far as he could go and not caring whether he tested the limits. Ganondorf found himself gasping when Link squeezed just right, stuttering in his motions. Shaking it off, he resumed, and Link wrapped his legs around him, circling him in and trapping him against his body. Oh, he would happily take the offer given to him so freely.
“Don’t think I’m letting you go unscathed.” Ganondorf stroked him steadily, with Link opening his mouth in a silent cry and arching his back. The boy came again, then slumped down and began panting. “You will face punishment for being a voe in Gerudo Town.”
Even still, Ganondorf didn’t really consider it a threat since it was mostly empty. Mostly…
Link stared at him, and then he said something that truly stunned Ganondorf.
“Do it, then.”
He sneered. “Oh, I will, rat. I will happily give you your punishment.”
Another thrust.
“Just wait, Link! You’ll be in a new role with a new life and a new family!” Ganondorf watched Link the entire time he plowed into him, using him as though he were nothing better than a fucktoy and relishing in his contorted features and panicked stare.
This time, Ganondorf was driving his hips forward with such force that it was causing their bodies to smack together, wet slick squeezing out around his cock and sticking to their bodies. Link began to plead, inaudible, as Ganondorf nodded. “Yes, Link, a new family. This punishment will be the most lax punishment I’ve ever given someone in the desert.”
Something got said. He didn’t care. Ganondorf was close to his climax, his knot swelling up and causing Link to shake his head and bring his hands up, pushing away his face from his own. That wasn’t a wise decision, since Ganondorf would just move elsewhere.
And move he did. The bigger his knot got, the closer he got, and Ganondorf breathlessly grunted against Link, dragging his teeth along his scent gland. “And you can be sure and inform Princess Zelda herself about your punishment. I’m sure she’ll find out!”
Throbbing and swelling, Ganondorf was close.
“Once!”
An open mouth.
Static.
“It becomes!”
Crying; screaming. All of it became a cacophony of noise in his eardrums right at an instant, and he flashed a sneer, turning his head inward.
“More obvious, Link!”
The sound of his knot popping in and out of Link had grown so beautifully in volume, and when he finally sank home, he found himself knotting him despite his protests and screams, and suddenly, copious amounts of semen spilled into him. Ganondorf came with a shudder, then, ripped into Link’s scent gland, causing him to howl in agony.
Link stared at the ceiling, and when Ganondorf looked back at him, he found him limp against the pillow, quiet. His breathing was shallow and labored, but not a peep came out of him, and Ganondorf found it boring.
What an anti-climatic orgasm…
Regardless, he tore himself away from Link’s neck and looked down at the mark with satisfaction. Once done, he waited for his knot to recede, lazily laying himself over Link and kissing him where he could reach. All the while, Link slept like a dove, peaceful and exhausted from all of his experiences. It had been a hectic day, but he couldn’t exactly condone sleeping on the job, especially with one’s new mate.
Ganondorf pulled out once he could, still causing a nasty pop that sounded like someone unclogging a toilet. The man made sure to look down, watching as his heavy, thick seed poured out of Link’s abused, puffy hole and onto his sheets, which were covered in come and slick. That would need to be cleaned, but he wouldn’t be in a rush for such a thing. He sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. How exhausting… He had forgotten that sex was short and rough for people his age nowadays. And his knees! Bless him.
Absentmindedly, Ganondorf pulled his trousers back up and stood at the foot of the bed, smoothing down his outfit. Ensuring he was more presentable, he went to the door. One last passing glance was given at Link, and then he slumped over, opening the door and leaving without a word.
And as soon as he came out...
“You dirty old man! I could hear you from the dining hall! At least be quiet next time! Damn you!” Riju screamed as she came barreling down the hall.
Ganondorf looked at her and shrugged.
“What can I say? I don’t care.”
And really, he didn’t.
Not one bit.