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Ganondorf has won.
This is the only thing the people of Hyrule know. Darkness and Gloom spread across the land, with hoards of monsters attacking and subjugating Hylians across the map.
Link, after his failure, is corrupted by Ganon’s unbelievable power. He sits in the throne room of the still floating Hyrule Castle, naked saved for a thick cuff placed over his left wrist. A chain is attached to it, tying him to the throne itself and ensuring he doesn’t go far. Sitting upon the throne, in his dark, overwhelming glory, is Ganondorf himself.
“I can’t believe this, but I am pleased. You seem to have found a proper purpose.”
Link doesn’t respond. Or rather, he can’t respond. Link has his hands and mouth full, busy as he is pleasuring Ganondorf’s massive cock. Link has his lips wrapped around the head, sucking and licking at the sensitive slit, while his hands work tirelessly at the length that doesn’t fit inside his mouth. He stops to drag his tongue over the entire length, licking up the raised veins, sucking at the skin as he works his way up and down. When Ganondorf grunts, Link sucks the head back into his mouth, this time inhaling deeply and taking that cock into his throat.
Ganondorf doesn’t move, simply allowing Link to work by himself. The defeated warrior deepthroats his once enemy, seemingly emotionless as he does it. His eyes, half open and glowing a bright red, have no recognition in them. He’s no longer the chosen one. He’s now a puppet, working only for the Demon King’s benefit.
Bobbing his head up and down, Link gets to work. It takes a while, many minutes of deepthroating, of swallowing tightly around that thick length, but Ganondorf does react. He tips his hips forward, reveling in the slightly choked sound Link makes when he slides further into his throat. Link takes this as a sign to double down, sucking harder, moving faster.The view is obscene— drool is bubbling out the sides of Link’s mouth, making a mess of himself and Ganondorf’s lap. The Demon King doesn’t seem to mind, not as he watches Link’s face, tinted pink, fall into pleasure.
As it should be. Link should feel pleased to have the chance to do anything for his new king. And Ganondorf feels something rising inside him, a spark of desire as Link continues to suck him off. Link’s getting off to it. Ganondorf doesn’t have to see it to know Link’s cunt is nice and wet for him, slick dripping down his inner thighs.
Suddenly struck with impatience, Ganondorf places both his large hands on Link’s head. Holding the swordsman still, he starts to push his hips upwards, fucking harshly into Link’s throat. Link makes a gagging noise, but, after a startled moment of tenseness, Link immediately relaxes. His arms go slack at his sides and he tilts his head, ensuring a good angle for Ganondorf to continue pounding into him.
It takes but a few minutes for Ganondorf to get close. When he does, he buries himself as far as he can, watching as his cock bulges underneath Link’s skin. It pleases him to be above the one who would have defeated him. Nothing is better than knowing that Link is reduced to a slave, only there to do his bidding, to be a toy for him to use at his leisure. He holds Link to him, his nose buried in Ganondorf’s crotch, and comes, large, thick ropes of cum right into Link’s waiting throat. Link’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he trembles, choking a bit as he struggles to swallow it all. Ganondorf groans, then laughs, deeply, as he recognizes the shaking in Link’s body to be the man’s own orgasm.
He thinks that he shall have Link, now. He lets go of Link’s head and pulls away, watching the swordsman cough and catch his breath. Cum is leaking from his lips, dripping down his chin mixed with his saliva. Ganondorf grunts.
“Up here, now.”
Ganondorf settles comfortably upon his throne, looking expectantly down at Link. Link doesn’t miss a beat— his glowing eyes keep contact with Ganondorf’s as he climbs into the man’s lap, positioning himself so Ganon’s large cock pushes right against his dripping cunt. He sits down slowly, letting Ganondorf’s cock stretch open his soft walls, shivering the further it settles inside of him. Ganondorf closes the last few inches between them by holding Link’s hips and thrusting upward into his tight heat.
Link gives a soft whimper, body shaking all over. His hands tighten into fists at his sides, before eventually landing on Ganondorf’s thighs to hold himself up. Then he gets to work. Link starts to bounce in Ganon’s lap, up and down, slowly gaining in speed until he’s fucking himself sideways on Ganon’s cock. He goes all the way down, until he can feel Ganon’s cock pressing against his cervix, before pulling back up, clenching all around it. After a few more thrusts, Ganon pulls him down again, groaning appreciatively as he penetrates Link’s cervix completely, fucking heavily into his womb.
It feels fantastic. Ganondorf never thought Link could defeat him, and now that he’s had the warrior this way, he knows the reason why. Link was never meant to fight. He’s meant to be a toy, a slave to Ganon’s sexual appetite. He’s meant to be a personal cocksleeve. The proof is in his body— why else would his cunt be so wet and tight for him, giving so easily to his cock? Why, if not for his benefit?
Link devolves into whimpers and soft moaning, head tilted backwards as he continues to get fucked. The corruption, the dark gloom that’s invaded his mind and body, has his senses going wild. It feels good to have his body used in this way. His cunt quivers, tightening with a constant undercurrent of pleasure. His skin is burning. He’s drooling uncontrollably. As he takes Ganon’s thrusts upwards he continues to bounced downwards, and after just a few more minutes of having his womb fucked he comes, hard.
Ganondorf groans. Link clenches so wonderfully around him, his pussy hugging his cock in a maddening way. So soft and warm. Ganon holds Link by the waist and stands up, just to turn around and place Link into the throne seat itself. He doesn’t leave Link’s hole during this, only slides further inside of his body. Then he settles between Link’s thighs and starts to fuck him in earnest.
Link shouts, body shivering. Ganondorf shows no mercy, starting a pace that’s fast, deep, and almost painfully hard. Link’s hands hold on to the tattered cloth of the throne, squeezing desperately as his body is ravished. Ganondorf looks down at the shaking Link, notes the tears in his glowing eyes, the vacant expression that belies the pleasure building deep within him.
“Finally, a perfect servant…”
Ganon gives a deep groan, pushing his hips harshly into Link’s. Link takes it so well, his skin flushed red, covered in a sheen of sweat. Link looks absolutely debauched. Perfect.
“Are you happy, pet? To be my toy?”
Link gives a warbling moan, his shaking hips moving upwards into Ganon’s. He has no mind, not anymore. He only knows pleasure. He only knows his master, Ganondorf. At length he nods, desperately, wanting the Demon King to know. He’s his, now.
Ganon laughs. He grips Link’s thighs tightly, starts pounding into him faster. Oh, he’s so especially pleased! His cock feels so good, Link’s cunt hugging him like soft velvet. Link comes before Ganon does, nearly seizing as his orgasm hits him like a Lynel. His head goes back, his eyes closed, and his hips push upwards, held there as his entire body tenses. Ganon enjoys it immensely, grinds his hips into Link’s a few more times before finally releasing his load right into his slave’s little womb.
Ganon stays buried inside Link’s tight body for a while after, milking his cock in his womb. He lets himself go, filling Link until his stomach starts to bulge, full as he is with his new master’s cum. Then, when he’s had his fill of watching Link’s fucked out, barely conscious expression, he pulls out, smirking as his cum starts to leak out of Link’s used cunt.
“Just as you are supposed to look.” Ganon runs a finger across Link’s swollen pussy, smearing around his cum. “So full of your master’s seed.”
Link doesn’t respond to Ganondorf’s words. He doesn’t have recognition in his eyes. He simply lies there, panting, but still awaiting his next orders. Just as a good servant should.
“Well.” Ganondorf snaps his fingers and Link suddenly sits up, slowly getting to his feet and shakily going back to his place— sitting at the edge of the throne, right at the Demon King’s heels. Ganondorf can’t help but laugh. “So subservient! I assume you’re happy to be in this situation. Now you know your own worth.”
Ganon sits back down, smiling as he thinks about what he shall do next. He has an eternity to figure it out, after all. And when he does, he shall have the legendary swordsman at his feet, prepared to do his bidding at any moment.
Everything is as it should be.