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Patreon Compilation – Fic#278 – Zelda/Ganondorf/Link – Femdom; pegging; size difference – Hyrule Flourishes
🕑 Added 2024-03-27 06:20:36 +0000 UTCPart 1 (AO3 Link)
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Zelda/Ganondorf/Link – After being gifted by a very unique present after their wedding, Zelda and Link make full use of the opportunity they have gained.
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Zelda can’t sleep. Her body is nice and tired, cum and slick dripping down her thighs, but she can not sleep. Not when she has something to obsess over. Like the giant currently in her bed, resting his body.
His beautiful, beautiful body. It seems unfair that someone like Ganondorf should look like this… but it is what it is and she will indulge in him thoroughly.
Link is out and about, puttering around the room with a slight limp in his step. The massive filling he got earlier certainly was nothing to scoff at – but after his travels with his now wife, he is used to a lot of use and abuse.
Zelda does not pay him much mind. She goes up on her knees when he comes over to wipe her down with a warm wash cloth, her eyes still fixed on another man. He is not bothered by it. Certainly not when his own gaze keeps drifting toward Ganondorf as well. Staring at the jewels glittering on the Gerudo’s pierced nipples, and the meaty cock that looks threatening even when it is simply resting on one muscular thigh.
She crawls closer, her hand sliding up his leg, feeling the coarse rust red hair on it and the muscle underneath the tight skin, still hard even in repose. He shifts just a little, a low piggish grunt coming from his regal nose. He is awfully complacent, but Zelda has been able to feel the magic pulsing from his collar and manacles; it is complex and feels ancient. The Gerudo don’t do things in half-measures.
It is surprising that he’s shown as much spunk as he has during his waking hours, and would in his sleep be a complete puppet. She crawls even closer, but Link has to help her push the leg of the massive beast up so he has access to that sweet little hole he’s been so jealously guarding before.
Link offers her a vessel full of glittering, slippery ChuuChuu lube. She dips her fingers in and scoops a generous dollop out. It quickly warms to her body temperature. She watches Ganondorf’s face as she smears it between his cheeks, paying loving attention to the little furl of his hole. He’s been so sensitive earlier when she lapped at it like a puppy… and he’s reacting to it now, his strong back going straighter, his face tensing a little.
“Don’t tell me the Blight of Hyrule is a sweet little anal virgin?” she croons softly. She can’t help the tight edge to her words. He has done so much harm to her land. To her specifically. So many long excruciating years spent as his prisoner…
And now he is here, naked and vulnerable and absolutely gorgeous. Just for her to use and abuse. There certainly is a part of Zelda that is shocked at how much glee that thought brings her – but after more than a hundred years beneath this monster have left their mark on Zelda as well. She is no Goddess. She is not above being petty.
But oh, his little pussy is so precious; the muscles are nice and plump and trembling beneath her fingers as they gently round him again and again and again while Link goes through her drawer of toys to find the perfect one to use.
What they settle on is the replica of a Lizalfos dick; long and tapered like a tongue and with an upwards curve in the middle like a lazy river.
Ganondorf wakes almost instantly once she starts to push inside of him. Not even the magic of his jewelry seems able to dull the feeling of his pussy being speared on cock for the first time. His whole body jerks so hard that the massively grand bed shakes beneath Zelda, almost throwing her off of her ride if she weren’t doggedly holding on to his hips.
He’s on his hands and knees, muscles tense in a flight or fight response that the magic won’t allow. As he turns his head to peer over his shoulder, the look in his eyes is absolutely murderous.
Zelda smiles at him, and she can only imagine her husband doing the same as he presses himself against her back, obviously keen on watching the huge brute getting speared on his wife’s dick.
Ganondorf bares his teeth at her, thick fingers curling tightly into the bedding.
Zelda makes a low crooning sound, petting one small hand along his spine. His muscles feel so tight… like they are about to snap.
“Oh don’t you worry. This little toy is far too small to do any damage to such a ferocious warrior such as yourself. I just thought you might be amenable to a little fun yourself? It would not be fair to just let ourselves get serviced by your magnificent stud cock, would it?”
He’s still staring at her. Not saying a word, but making his thoughts abundantly clear through a burning, murderous glare. He looks confused, too; like he had never thought he’d hear the Princess… well Queen of Hyrule utter such depravity.
Zelda smiles at him, all sweet and close mouthed – and thrusts forward until her hips are flush against Ganondorf’s ass. His whole body jerks forward once again; so sweetly sensitive to getting fucked like a proper maiden for the first time.
All his muscles are trembling like those of a colt, the many little chains decoratively put on his person, gently chiming with every little motion.
Link is insanely excited behind her. She can feel his intense excitement not only in the strong touch of his cock pressing against the small of her back. He wants to mount and breed the Blight of Hyrule so badly that she almost pulls away and offers Ganondorf to him like one would offer an hors d’oeuvre.
She is selfish, though, and does not.
Instead, she stays seated deep inside Ganondorf’s body until she feels like he is starting to get used to the intense feeling – then she pulls out and slaps his hip.
“Turn on your back. I wish to see your face while I take care of your needs.”
He does not move. He does not move for so long that she can feel the magic of the manacles flare to life. It is thick and oppressive and makes her break out in goosebumps. Quite frankly it is surprising just how long he can push against the enchantment before he finally has to follow suit and twists his massive body to lie on his back for their viewing pleasure.
They bounce like children as his weight hits the mattress. Truly, physically neither of them would have a chance against this behemoth. This wall of muscle and dark red fur artistically covering his chest and crawling down stomach in a thin line.
His hands are up at his shoulders like some kind of puppy, though most likely born from the enchantment of the manacles who want to be close to the collar he is wearing.
Zelda grabs his legs and pushes his knees up. It’s far easier than she would have expected. His face twists in utter hatred but he is made to play along. Made to let these little forest fairies play with him, expose his most sacred places so they may slide into him nice and deep and slow and watch his hole open up for the Lizalfos cock in the process.
His cock is half-hard and confused but getting there the longer Zelda rocks into him; nice and slow and gentle, crooning low in her throat like a cat in heat. “You look so beautiful like this… You should have become a dancer. An escort. A beautiful little pet for someone to show off at royal gatherings.
You could have become so, so much more than what you made yourself to be.”
He bares his teeth at her; all those big white teeth that make her even more horny for some reason. They make her want to put a bit between them and ride him like a pony. Parade him around the palace grounds and let all her subjects see what a gorgeous bastard this horrible, horrible monster is.
Her hips thrust harder, at a different, sharper angle, and suddenly he is no longer growling at her because he is crying out in surprise, low and rough and manly. His fat stud cock bounces and fills out even more.
Zelda’s mouth forms a soft little o of surprise. Her husband curls his arms around her hips, rutting his cock against her back in mindless excitement. He doesn’t need to tell her to keep going with exactly that; she just does it. Again and again. Fucking against Ganondorf’s delicious, underappreciated prostate until his cock is a fat erection and his eyes have gone all soft and confused from the pleasure.
His tits are jiggling with every thrust, the chain connecting his warm golden nipple piercings gently rustling as it keeps moving about.
The glimmer of the stone someone pierced beautifully into his navel keeps distracting her.
Everything distracts her. She simply can not wrap her head around how drop dead gorgeous he is. One time will not do. She will have to breed him over. And over. And over again.
She will have to fuck him until he gets addicted to the feeling. Until he spreads his cheeks for them on his own free will.
She is obsessed with the Blight of Hyrule.
