WildFlower

He slowly sat up, eyes drifting down her body and coming to rest on his release dried against her skin.

"Slovenly," he muttered to himself as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching his massive frame.

His muscles rippled with the movement, and he let out a low, contented groan as he worked the kinks out of his body. He walked over to the waterfall that ran from the roof above down to the corner of the room, splashing his face and running his wet hands through his thick, red hair to tame it.

He next took a cloth, ran it in the water, and wrung it out before turning back toward the bed.

You had quickly stirred as the warmth of his body abandoned yours. You were disoriented for a moment only to look up and find him watching you, his golden eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. You blinked in the morning light, your mind taking a moment to remember.

Then everything came rushing back.

The memories flooded your mind, and you felt a flush of heat spread across your cheeks as you recalled the intimate things he had done to you; the way he had made you feel.

"Sav'otta, little Vure," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through his chest. "Did you sleep well?"

The question was almost polite. It surprised you.

You only managed a mute nod not trusting your voice just yet.

He sat beside you taking to wiping the remnants of his spend as he continued the conversation, like he wasn’t touching you so closely.

"The healer will come to see you again today. She will change your bandages and ensure you are recovering properly. You will eat the food that is brought to you. You will drink the water. You will do exactly as you are told."

Again a nod as you tried not to shudder from the desire still present in your blood. He was so close. So close. That large hand was right there, he’d only have to–

"Good Vai," he murmured, his voice dropping to a lower register as he tossed the cloth aside and stood up, and your eyes automatically dropped to his crotch, a flutter immediately rousing between your legs.

His manhood hung heavily, large balls cushioning the thick curved shaft, all of it surrounded by crimson hair – a shade darker than the mane on his head.

Holy Hylia. Why did it still look so intimidating while soft? That thing would surely destroy you or rather split you in two.

Could you die from a dick?

You had no idea.

Ganondorf let out a low chuckle as he noticed your gaze, his member twitching as if sensing your attention.

"Is something... fascinating you, little Vure?"

"I...uh...It is... quite... impressive," you managed to admit, your cheeks flushing further as you forced yourself to look away, your eyes finding a sudden interest in the tapestries that adorned the walls instead.

He laughed outright then, the rich sound echoing round the room.

"Good," he said, his voice still tinged with amusement. "You would do well to remember that. To show the proper respect to your King's body."

He reached for his discarded robes, and pulled them over his massive frame.

You stole another peek as he dressed, his strong legs and shapely arse disappearing as he pulled his trousers up.

You didn't think you'd ever seen a man so huge. This wasn't fair. Why did the space between your thighs feel like it was pulsing.

Ganondorf, of course, caught you staring again, his eyes glinting as he finished dressing, belting his robe around his waist with a sharp tug.

"You have shameless eyes, but I suppose that is something to be encouraged. A healthy appetite is... desirable in a woman."

You blinked at him.

"I'm going to see to my duties now," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I will return in due course."

And then, with a final glance, he turned and strode from the room, leaving you to your thoughts in the silence of the bedchamber, the echoes of his words and the lingering heat of his presence hanging in the air.

***

Hours had passed since he had left you to your thoughts. You had been visited by the healer, who had changed your bandages and declared you to be on the road to recovery. You had eaten the food that had been brought to you, though the flavours were unfamiliar and not particularly to your taste. And you had lain in the large, empty bed, your mind consumed by thoughts of the man who had shared it with you the night before.

And being all alone only seemed to exacerbate the ache between your legs. Your hands reluctantly slipped beneath the covers, fingers tentatively reaching between your thighs. The slick heat of your arousal greeted them, and you swallowed a gasp as you made contact with your sensitive flesh.

But it wasn't the same.

Your own touch couldn't quite replicate the intense sensations he had coaxed from your body with his skilled fingers.

You huffed in frustration, your fingers moving against yourself, but it was like trying to light a fire with damp wood - you just couldn't seem to catch that flame.

How did he do it?

He had made it look so easy. Like he knew your body better than you did.

A sound of frustration escaped you as your fingers continued their fruitless search for release. It was maddening to think that he had so easily brought you to such heights of pleasure, yet now, you couldn't even manage to satisfy yourself.

The sound of your own frustrated cry echoed back at you, and you froze, your fingers pausing in their motions as you listened for any sign that you had been heard.

The room was silent, the only sound the thudding of your own heartbeat in your ears.

Relieved, you resumed your efforts, determined to find the satisfaction that your body craved.

But your efforts remained fruitless. No matter how you touched yourself, no matter how hard you tried, you simply could not recreate the sensations he had given you.

It was infuriating.

You were starting to feel like a slave to your own desires, controlled by the whims of the man who had awakened this part of you.

Did he know?

Did he realize the power he had over you now?

The thought sent a shiver of mixed emotions through you - annoyance at your own lack of control, and a thrill at the thought of being so deeply affected by him. No one had ever made you feel such a way.

Your hands stilled, the frustration and confusion washing over you like a wave.

How did he manage to have such control over your body, over your very desires?

It was almost... disturbing.

Little did you know, Ganondorf stood outside the door to his chambers, his hand resting on the handle as he listened to the muffled sounds coming from within. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he recognized the frustrated noises, the quiet gasps and muffled moans.

He had known she would be a quick learner, eager to explore the new sensations he had shown her.

But it seemed that while she was eager, she was not quite... skilled.

He chuckled to himself, the sound low and amused. It seemed he would have to take matters into his own hands. Again.

With a small smirk still playing on his lips, he pushed open the door and strode into the room, his eyes immediately finding the tangled form in the large bed.

"Need some assistance, little Vure?" he asked, his voice low and husky, heavy with suggestion.

You yelped as you were jolted back to reality.

You scrambled to remove your hands from between your legs as he entered, your face crimson as you realized you had been caught in the act.

"I... I was just... um... rearranging the bedding," you stammered, your voice shaking slightly as you tried to cover the evidence of your fruitless attempts at self-pleasure.

Ganondorf laughed, a low, rich sound that filled the room.

"Rearranging the bedding?" he repeated, his tone incredulous. "With your fingers buried between your thighs?"

He strode closer, soon looming over you with his imposing presence.

Ganondorf leaned over, his face close to yours as he whispered, his voice like velvet against your skin.

"You cannot even bring yourself to satisfaction, can you? You need my touch to find release. Do not deny it."

You shuddered, a mix of embarrassment and need flaring through you at his words.

Your head ducked but you nodded in confirmation.

A low, pleased chuckle rumbled in Ganondorf's chest as he straightened up.

"I have not even been gone a day, and you are already so desperate for my touch," He reached out, his large hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. "It seems I have spoiled you already. Made you dependent on my pleasures. How... fortunate for me."

He was definitely thrilled.

You could feel the heat of his body radiating against you, the scent of leather, spice, and male filling your nostrils.

His other hand slid under the covers, fingers brushing against your thighs, sending sparks of electricity through you.

You had keened towards him even before he touched where you wanted him.

Yet his fingertips continued to dancealong your inner thighs, teasing you, taunting you, his touch light and fleeting, never quite reaching the spot where you most craved him.

You whimpered, your hips bucking up in search of more contact, your hands coming up to clutch at his wrist, trying to guide him where you needed him most.

Ganondorf chuckled, his breath hot against your skin as he resisted your attempts to guide his hand.

"Patience, little one," he murmured, "I will give you what you need... but on my terms, not yours."

His fingers continued their teasing dance, sometimes dipping close to your core, but always pulling back at the last second, leaving you gasping and aching with need.

"I can smell your desperation," he whispered, his nose nudging against your temple as he inhaled deeply. "It is intoxicating. The way your body cries out for mine."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat and embarrassment through you. You could feel your cheeks burning even hotter as he continued to torment you.

"Please Ganondorf," you finally managed to gasp out, "Please I need you to touch me. I cannot take it any longer."

"Hm," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. "I do enjoy hearing you beg. Perhaps you have earned a reward."

His hand finally slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your slick, swollen flesh with unerring accuracy. But not yet touching to nub at the top. Rather a thick fingertip dragged lower, brushing against the entrance to your core.

He circled the entrance slowly, deliberately, spreading your arousal around as he did. Your body tensed, your breath hitching in anticipation.

Your hips shifted involuntarily and he tutted softly as he sat in front of you on the bed.

"Patience," he admonished. "I will give you what you need."

He pressed a single finger inside you, just the tip, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion.

It was warm. But also welcome. Nothing like the ones of your father.

Your inner muscles clamped down instinctively around his finger, and he let out a low growl of approval.

"Mhh...you're rather tight aren't you? You're just about taking one of my fingers... seems much work is to be done."

He slid his finger deeper, slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the invasion.

His other hand’s index finger moved to your clit, brushing it lightly as his other finger slid deeper, disappearing past each knuckle.

"How does that feel, little Vure?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Does it feel good to have me inside you, even if it is just a single finger?"

You nodded, unable to form words as the sensations overwhelmed you.

He smiled, satisfied, as he began to curl his finger upwards, his other hand maintaining its steady rubbing on your clit in a way that made you sigh in relief.

He was touching you: helping you. It wouldn't be long now before that all encompassing feeling would drench you again.

Your breathing soon grew audible, your hips moving in time with his motions as the pleasure built, coiling tight in your belly.

"Ah... Ganondorf," you gasped, your hands fisting the sheets. "Don't stop."

"I have no intention of stopping," he growled, his voice thick with his own growing arousal as he watched you squirm beneath his touch.

His movements grew faster, more intense. The sounds of your wetness filled the room as he pumped his finger in and out of your tight, clenching heat, while his other worked your clit with increasing quickness.

He could feel your body tensing, your inner muscles clamping around him as you drew closer to the edge.

You were close. So close. Your entire body was winding tighter and tighter, every muscle tensing as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.

Your mouth opened and, your eyes screwed shut as you chased that elusive finish. All the while he watched you with intense, burning eyes, drinking in every expression of pleasure that crossed your face.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Come for me, little Vure. Let me see you fall apart."

With that, it came.

In a rush of heat rolling through your body.

Your body convulsed, your back arching off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. A choked cry was torn from your throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Aaahh! Yes!" you gasped out, your eyes watering with a remarkable relief as your legs shifted involuntarily as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you breathless and trembling in its wake.

Ganondorf continued to stroke you gently, drawing out every last tremor as you slowly came back down to earth, your body limp and sated against the sheets.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Good girl. You come so beautifully for me."

He waited until you had stopped trembling before slowly withdrawing his finger, bringing it to his lips to taste your essence. His eyes closed briefly as he savoured the flavour – a low rumble of pleasure sounding in his chest.

"Delicious," he whispered, opening his eyes to look down at you.

And suffice to say your face was flushed, eyes wide as he tasted you.

He held your gaze as he slowly licked his finger clean, burning the image into your mind before he spoke again.

"Now that you have had your... release, it is time for you to attend to me," he said as he rose to his feet once more and began to untie his robes, revealing his muscled chest.

You watched, mesmerized, as he continued to undress, your eyes following the thatch of crimson hair that led down from his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers.

He was already hard, his cock straining against the fabric, creating an impressive bulge that drew your eye.

He smirked, noticing your gaze.

"Do you see what you do to me?" he asked, as he finally undid the fastenings of his trousers, pushing them down to free his erection.

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already glistening at the tip with precum. It was large, he was all large honestly, so it was in proportion with the rest of him, and you couldn't help but stare at it, a mix of fascination and apprehension churning in your belly.

You were unable to look away. It was... impressive. Thick and long, with veins standing out along its length. The head was broad, a deep crimson color that stood out against the slightly darker skin of his shaft.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as you imagined what it would feel like to have that inside you.

Ganondorf chuckled, a low, knowing sound.

"Do not look so frightened, little one," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "It doesn't bite."

He wrapped his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke as he watched you.

"Come. Press your lips to me."

You hesitated for a moment, unsure, before slowly sliding to the edge of the bed, the chains clinking as you did.

He took a step closer, the head of his cock now just inches from your face, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils.

You licked your lips nervously before leaning forward, pressing a tentative kiss to the smooth, hot skin of his cockhead.

Ganondorf drew in a sharp breath, his body tensing at the soft touch of your lips.

"Good girl," he murmured, "Now open your mouth."

He placed his hand on the back of your head, not pushing, but just resting there, a firm, guiding presence as you hesitantly parted your lips.

The head of his cock slipped past your lips, and you quickly tasted the salty tang of his precum. But it wasn’t nauseating, it was savoury in a sense but not icky like you were used to.

You tentatively wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, licking to taste more fluid that beaded at the slit. He let out a low groan, his hand tightening slightly in your hair.

"More," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Take more of it."

You obeyed, slowly sliding your lips further down his shaft, feeling the thick, veined flesh fill your mouth. It was hot and hard, pulsing with a life of its own against your tongue. You quickly felt the struggle to come, as your jaw was already beginning to ache.

Ganondorf's hips gave a small thrust, pushing himself deeper into your throat, and you gagged slightly, your eyes watering as you fought the urge to pull away.

He pulled back slightly, allowing you to catch your breath before thrusting forward again, a little deeper this time.

"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with pleasure. "Relax your throat. Let me in."

You tried to do as he said, tried to relax the muscles as he began to move in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Saliva dripped down your chin as you struggled to take him, the sounds of your gagging and the wet, sloppy noises of your mouth filling the room.

Ganondorf's breathing grew heavier, his groans more frequent as he fucked your face, his hand now actively guiding your head, controlling the depth and pace of your movements.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips moving faster. "Your mouth feels so good. So hot and wet."

His grip on your head tightened, and he held you in place as he thrust deep one last time, a gruff noise escaping him as he came, his cock pulsing as it unloaded thick jets of his seed directly down your throat.

You struggled to swallow it all if any, some of it spilling from the corners of your mouth and nose before he finally pulled back, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

You spluttered, gasping for air as you wretched instinctively. Your eyes and sinuses burning.

Ganondorf watched you with a mix of satisfaction and cruel amusement as you struggled to catch your breath, his seed still dribbling down your face.

"Pathetic," he murmured, though his tone was more affectionate than insulting. "You made quite a mess."

He then turned, walking to a basin of water that sat on a table across the room, wetting a cloth before returning to you. He gently wiped your face clean, his touch surprisingly tender after his previous roughness.

"You did well, for a first attempt," he said, his voice softer now. "With practice, you will learn to take all of me without making such a mess."

He tossed the cloth aside before sitting down on the bed beside you.

You couldn't do much else other than blink and stare at him.

You were still trying to catch your breath, your throat raw and your jaw aching, your mind reeling from what had just happened.

"I... I'm sorry," you finally managed to whisper, your voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to–"

Ganondorf cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"Do not apologize," he said, his voice firm. "I did not expect perfection. Only obedience. And in that, you did not fail."

He reached out, his large hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

"You will improve. I will make sure of it."

His touch was soft now, a stark contrast to the way he had handled you just moments before. You leaned into it slightly, finding a strange comfort in the warmth of his palm against your face.

Ganondorf watched your reaction, his golden eyes softening slightly as he saw you lean into his touch. He was a man of contrasts, of brutal strength of cruelty and, at times, something almost resembling kindness.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead.

"You have pleased me today," he murmured.

He pulled back, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he stood up, adjusting his robes as he did.

"Rest now. We will continue your training later."

The firelight danced across his muscled torso, and without a word, he lifted the furs and slid into the bed beside you, the mattress dipping significantly under his weight.

You stirred as the bed moved, a soft murmur escaping your lips as you were jostled from slumber.

But before you could fully wake, Ganondorf's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

His chest pressed against your back, his skin radiating a heat that was almost stifling.

You shivered, eyes widening and gasping at the sudden contact, at the overwhelming heat of his skin against yours, at the sheer size and strength of him surrounding you.

"There now," he murmured, "Is that not better?"

You could physically feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, against your back. His breath was warm on your neck.

Dangerously warm like fire.

"Relax," he commanded, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Or do I need to remind you what happens to disobedient pets? I did not bring you here to be a stiff little corpse in my bed.”

He felt you take a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to relax, to melt against him just a fraction. “Sorry... you just surprised me.”

"Mhh good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "See? That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

His hand began to move then, slowly tracing patterns on your stomach, his fingertips light against your skin.

It was a gentle touch, almost tender, a stark contrast to the brutal strength you knew he certainly possessed.

He moved his hand upward, his palm flattening against your ribcage, his thumb brushing against the underside of your breast.

Your breath hitched, unsure of what he would do next. But it definetly didn’t feel bad.

"Your skin is like ice," he uttered. "But you'll warm up soon enough. I'll see to that."

His hand continued its journey upward, finally cupping your breast fully in his large, warm palm.

His thumb brushed against your nipple, circling it slowly, deliberately, until it hardened into a tight peak beneath his touch.

A low sound of satisfaction sounded in his chest.

"So responsive," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His hand moved to encompass your entire breastbone, groping both your breasts with a deliberate, unhurried thoroughness.

You couldn't help the way your breath kept stuttering.

His other hand began to move over your body, tracing the lines of your protruding ribs, the dip of your waist, the jut of your hip. His touch was possessive, but surprisingly gentle.

Nothing like the rough grab you’d expected from a captor.

It surprised you.

You shivered again, but this time it had nothing to do with the cold.

You didn't understand. Surely he came here to relieve himself, use your body as nothing but a toy.

So why was he touching you so strangely?

"I can feel your confusion, little Vure," Ganondorf hummed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hand continued its slow, deliberate torment of your nipple. "You expected something different, did you not? Something rougher? More... violent?"

He let out a deep chuckle.

"Perhaps I shall be once you are healthier. But not tonight. Tonight, I wish to learn your body. To know its contours, its responses, its limitations. I am discovering you," he said simply. "I am learning what makes you gasp, what makes you shiver, what makes you moan. I am mapping the terrain of your pleasure, so that I may better exploit it for my own enjoyment."

His hand moved lower then, sliding down your stomach, over your hip, and between your legs.

You tensed, instinctively clamping your thighs together, but Ganondorf merely let out an impatient sigh.

"Open."

When you still hesitated, his grip on your breast tightened, his fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

"I said open," he growled, and this time you obeyed, parting your legs slightly.

"Good Vai," he murmured, his voice softening once more as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers gently exploring your most intimate places.

He made a low sound of displeasure at what he found.

"Dry as the desert," he muttered, "This will not do."

He shifted his position slightly, propping himself up on one elbow as he continued to explore you with his fingers, his movements slow.

"You are not aroused. Not even a little." His voice was a low rumble, more thoughtful than angry now. "Is it fear? Is it that you find me repulsive? Or perhaps you simply have no desire left in you after what you've endured?"

He watched your profile intently, studying your reaction to his words, to his touch.

You stared up at the hard lines of his face, the mix of his dark skin and scarlet hair catching the fireplace light beautifully.

Was he repulsive? No. Your gut didn’t churn at the sight of him or long to avert your eyes and pretend he didn’t exist.

Pretend that you weren’t here, in the arms of a man. Muscular as he was you’d be blind to not see some sort of appeal.

Were you scared then?

Yes. You were. You'd be a fool not to be.

But you weren't frozen in terror, or having your mind screaming at you to flee.

If anything you felt... calm. A strange sense of acceptance.

Your body was numb, your mind exhausted.

Perhaps it was simply that.

You had no energy left for anything, not even fear.

Or desire.

You were simply here, existing in this moment, in this bed, with this man.

You recalled the days of the past, hazy and fractured before answering.

"Never touched like this..." you finally admitted. “He only... only took...”

"I see, he was a fool. Only taking for himself. No matter. I shall be the one to teach you... There is far more to pleasure than merely that."

With that, he withdrew his hand and brought it to his mouth, slicking his fingers with saliva before returning them to their task. His eyes didn't waver from yours. And this time, when his fingers slid down they were wet.

He circled the sensitive nub of flesh at the top of your intimate area, his movements deliberate, drawing forth sensations you'd never experienced before.

Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers created a steady, rhythmic pressure that sent waves of something unfamiliar coursing through your body.

It made you feel hot.

So hot.

But not boiling like the searing heat of the sun or swathed with exhaustion from movement.

Rather it was like a warm comfort that you quickly found you didn't want to dissipate.

The words spilt from your lips unbidden, wanting to know. Understand. Why did it feel good?

"What is that...?”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Ganon's face as he watched your reaction, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

"This," he murmured, pressing his finger more firmly against that sensitive spot, making you gasp, "is the center of your pleasure, little Vure. Every Vai has one. A tiny pearl of flesh that, when properly attended to, can bring much pleasure.

He continued his slow circles, watching your face intently as your cheeks flushed.

"And that look, right there, is the first stirrings of pleasure. The beginning of what I will teach you to feel. To crave."

He then leant down, his lips brushing against your temple.

"Do not fight it. Let it come. Let me see what you look like when you feel good. And when you are writhing beneath me, your body slick with sweat and your mind lost to sensation, you will know who is responsible for every gasp, every moan, every wave of ecstasy that crashes over you. You will look me in the eyes and you will thank me for showing you what your body is truly capable of for giving you a taste of heaven before you are sent to whatever afterlife awaits you."

His fingers moved faster now, more insistently, the slick sound of them against your flesh filling the quiet room.

Your breathing grew ragged, your hips beginning to shift of their own accord, pressing against his hand in a rhythm you didn't consciously control.

The heat was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, a strange, almost frightening sensation.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your head pressing back against his shoulder as the sensations became too overwhelming to process with sight.

You could feel his gaze on you still, burning into your skin, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face, every gasp, every tremor.

"That's it. Let go. Surrender to it. Feel what your body is capable of."

His hand moved faster, his fingers working that sensitive spot with expert precision. He could feel the tension building in you, the way your muscles were tightening, your breath coming in short, desperate pants.

"You are almost there, little Vure. Almost there."

Almost where?

Where were you tipping towards?

Racing towards like it was the end and the beginning all at once?

You felt it then.

The coil of heat in your belly snapped, sending waves of something intense, something almost overwhelming crashing through your body.

You tensed, and a sound you didn't recognize escaped your lips as your fingers clutched at the sheets, your insides aching for something to be inside for once in your life.

It was like nothing you had ever experienced.

"Yes," Ganondorf growled, his voice full with satisfaction as he watched you come undone in his arms. "Yes, just like that."

He kept his fingers moving, drawing out the sensation until you were trembling and gasping for breath, your body going limp against him.

Only then did he still his hand, resting it on your hip as he pulled you closer.

You lay there shaking, perplexed and breathless – your eyes gazing at the ceiling deliriously.

Ganondorf watched you with a smug expression, clearly pleased with himself.

"See?" he smirked. "Not so difficult, was it? To feel something other than pain or fear?"

You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.

Your body felt strangely relaxed now – a warmth spreading through you.

Why had you not known of something like this before now?

It seemed so simple.

Right.

To know women could achieve pleasure just like men could.

It felt so unfair that you hadn't known; been taught.

Emotion began to well in your eyes. Your throat starting to constrict.

"Why do you weep little Vure?" he murmured, noticing the display – his tongue flicking out to taste a tear that had escaped to trail down your temple.

He gave a hum of consideration, his thumb brushing away another tear as it fell.

"Is it relief? Sadness? Or are you simply overwhelmed?”

"I... I never knew," you finally managed to whisper, your throat almost too tight to speak. "I never knew it could be like that. That my body could... could do that."

Ganondorf was silent for a long moment, his expression thoughtful as he processed your words.

Then, to your surprise, he let out a low, rumbling laugh. "Is that all? You cry because you have discovered the secret of your own pleasure?"

He shook his head, and pulled you closer against him, his chest vibrating with his chuckles.

"Such a strange little creature you are. You weep because you have been shown a sensation you never knew existed. It is true there are many more secrets your body holds. You have much to learn, and I shall be your teacher."

He shifted slightly, his large body pressing more firmly against yours, and you could feel something hard pressing against your backside.

Was that...?

Was that his...

It felt massive.

Granted he was a large man, perhaps that correlated?

You weren’t too sure, but you were certain something that thick would hurt to take.

Ganondorf noticed your sudden tension and his laugh returned.

His grip moved from your hip to your thigh, lifting your leg slightly to drape it over his. The movement opened you up, and you felt the hard length of him press more firmly against you, nestling between your cheeks.

"Ah, you feel that, do you?" he smirked, pressing his hips forward deliberately, "That is what watching you find your pleasure does to me. It makes me want to find my own. Inside you."

He ground against you again, a low groan escaping his lips as his member throbbed against your skin.

"But do not worry, little one. I am not so cruel as to take you tonight. You are not ready."

You felt a strange mix of relief and something else.

Disappointment?

But that couldn't be right. You shouldn't want that. Should you?

"You... you won't?" you found yourself asking.

"Ah, so the little Vure is curious now? Perhaps even... eager?" he asked, his voice a low purr in your ear.

"But no," he said, his voice firming, "not tonight. It will take time a preparation to take me how I desire. There is no need to rush. "

"Besides," he continued as he began grinding more rhythmically, "anticipation makes the eventual reward so much sweeter."

His breath caught as he thrust his hips forward, his member sliding along the slick folds of your intimate area.

"For now, this shall suffice. Feel how hard I am for you," he growled, his voice lustful. "Feel what you do to me. Even without taking you, I can find pleasure with your body."

He moved faster then, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm, his length sliding back and forth against you, slick with your arousal. The head of his member bumped against your clit with each thrust, sending little jolts of pleasure through you.

His arm tightened around you, his massive body enveloping yours, holding you in place as he used your body to pleasure himself, his breath coming in hot pants against your ear.

The sounds he made were animalistic – grunts and growls of pleasure.

It was a lot.

His large body dominated yours completely.

He was so strong, so powerful, so very large.

You felt small in his grasp.

A toy.

But... it didn't feel bad.

The way he was using you felt...

It felt intimate.

Like he needed you for this.

Needed you to feel good.

And that, somehow, made you feel powerful too.

In your own way.

In your own right.

You made the great Demon King grunt and growl.

You.

Just a weak, underweight Hylian who should be dead.

"Fuck," he groaned in your ear. "You feel so good. So small and soft. I cannot wait to be inside you." He thrust harder, faster, his colossal body trembling with the force of his movements. One of his hands moved back to your breasts, groping them almost painfully as the tension built for both of you under the friction of his cock. You gasped as his teeth grazed your neck, a slither of panic flaring as his body reached it’s peak, biting down just hard enough to sting as his body tensed against yours.

And then, with a final thrust and a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the room, he found his release, throbbed like another heart between your thighs, coating your skin and the sheets beneath you with his warm seed.

He remained tense against you for a long moment, his breath coming in ragged pants, his heart pounding against your back.

Then, gradually, he began to relax.

His grip on you loosened, though he did not release you entirely.

It seemed you had not felt the same finish he had. Your body still aching for more movement. You lay there in his grasp, your body still thrumming with unsatisfied desire, the sticky evidence of his pleasure cooling on your skin.

A surprisingly needy whine left you as you attempted to continue moving your hips.

"Ganondorf...I..."

His grip tightened again, stilling your movements.

"Patience, little Vure," he murmured, his voice thick with the aftermath of his pleasure. "You have already had your turn tonight. Do not be greedy."

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to still, to ignore the persistent ache between your legs.

He was right. He had already shown you more pleasure than you had ever known. You should be grateful.

You shouldn't want more.

But you did.

Your body craved more of that sensation; more of that release.

You said nothing, simply lay there in his arms, trying to calm your breathing, trying to ignore the need that refused to subside and the fluid drying on your thighs.

Ganondorf was silent for a long moment, simply holding you as your breathing slowly returned to normal.

He could feel the tension still in your body, the way you held yourself rigidly against him. He knew what you were feeling. He could sense the frustration, the unfulfilled desire.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

Good. Let her feel it. Let her know what it means to want something she cannot have. It would make her all the more eager to please him in the future.

"Sleep now," he commanded, "You will need your rest. Tomorrow is a new day, and I have many plans for you."

And with that, he closed his eyes, his breathing already beginning to deepen as he drifted off to sleep, still holding you tightly against him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your unfulfilled desire.

You remained awake long after he had fallen asleep, your mind racing, your body still thrumming with an energy you couldn't seem to dispel.

His hold on you had loosened slightly in sleep, but his arm was still draped heavily over you, his large frame pressed firmly against your back. His breath came in deep, even puffs of air that stirred the hairs at the nape of your neck.

You stared into the darkness of the room, the only light coming from the dying embers in the fireplace. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion and conflicting emotions.

How had you ended up here? Just days ago, you had been a prisoner in a cave, and now you were in the bed of a King, your body aching with a desire you had never known existed.

You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable, but the movement only served to remind you of the sticky mess between your thighs and the persistent ache that refused to fade.

You let out a quiet sigh, resigned to a long night, trapped in the arms of the man who had destroyed everything you had ever known, yet who had also shown you a pleasure you had never imagined possible.

– Chapter 5 –

But you knew his presence was near.

You could smell him, the scent of musk and something strong like iron that seemed to cling to his skin.

You could feel the weight of his gaze upon you, even when your eyes were closed, a heavy, oppressive sensation that made your skin prickle with awareness.

It was unnerving, the way he seemed to take such an interest in you, a mere Hylian. What did he want with you? Why had he bothered to save you from the desert, only to chain you to his bed?

The questions swirled in your mind, a constant torment that followed you from sleep back into the waking world, and back again.

But as time furthered, your mind began to clear. The pain lessened. The fog lifted from your consciousness.

You could stay awake for longer periods, and you began to notice things you hadn't before: The ornate tapestries depicting scenes of battle and victory hanging from the sandstone walls.

The massive four-poster bed dominated the space, with silk sheets and plush pillows.

A fireplace that roared in one corner, casting a warm glow dancing across the room, keeping the chill of the desert night at bay.

Shelves lined with books, scrolls and ancient artifacts stood against one wall, while another held an assortment of weapons, from gleaming swords to wicked-looking daggers.

It was a room that spoke of power, wealth, and a taste for the finer things in life.

And you were now a part of it, a living, breathing ornament in the King's private chambers.

You had become aware of the woman attending to you more often now. She was older, perhaps in her fifties, with weathered skin and eyes that held a kindness that seemed out of place here. She spoke little, but her touch was gentle as she tended to you.

"Sav'otta, Vai." she would say softly, her voice like warm honey. "You must drink. You must heal."

You were too weak to do more than nod and smile, but you found yourself looking forward to her visits, to the brief respite she offered from the overwhelming presence of the King. She reminded you of your long dead mother; how she'd make special soup when you were sick as a child and nurse you back to health.

It was on, what must have been, the fifth day when her care was briskly interrupted.

You didn't need to look to know who it was. The air in the room seemed to change, becoming charged with an energy that spoke of power.

"Leave us."

The woman bowed her head and quickly exited the room, moving aside the crimson partition curtains with a soft swoosh.

You were alone with him again.

You heard his footsteps approach the bed, each thud of his feet on the stone floor echoing in the silence.

Ganondorf stopped beside the bed his large frame casting a shadow across your face.

He was dressed in his usual regal attire - adorned with the gold jewellery of a ruler.

His red hair was tied back in a low ponytail, revealing the sharp angles of his face.

He studied you in silence for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

"You look... better," he finally said, "Your cheeks finally have some colour. The bags under your eyes have faded somewhat. My hospitality agrees with you, it seems."

He reached out, his hand cupping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"Are you feeling more... yourself, little Vure?"

You could hardly recall what feeling like yourself meant these days.

"Answer me," he commanded, his thumb brushing against your jawline. "I asked you a question."

He was not used to being ignored, and the slight edge in his voice made that clear.

You flinched, your eyes darting from his intense gaze. "I am... thank you." You answered, your voice still scratchy but clearer now.

"Ah come now. There's no need to be afraid," he said, "I won't harm you, not unless you give me reason to."

He let go of your chin, his hand trailing down your neck to rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against your collarbone.

"Since I have introduced myself it is only right you do the same. Tell me your name."

You hesitated, swallowing hard as you felt the weight of his grip on your shoulder, the heat of his skin seeping into yours.

He was ever so warm.

You hadn't been asked your name in years, and the request now felt foreign.

"My name?"

"Yes," Ganondorf repeated. "Your name. The one you were given at birth. The one your mother called you before she perished. I wish to know it. Unless you wish for me to continue calling you Vai or little Vure?"

"I... my name..." you whispered, but the words faltered. Mind blanking. All you could recall was your mother's name. That is what your father had taken to calling you after her death. But you knew that wasn't your name.

Your name seemed lost to time in your mind right then and the King’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

"Ah, I see. Your memories are fractured, are they not? A consequence of your... previous life."

His thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles over a particularly tender spot of skin. You had to dig a nail into your palm to prevent yourself from squirming.

"No matter. A name is just a word. You will be whatever I choose to call you. For now, 'little Vure' will suffice."

"Vure..." You croaked, "What does it mean?"

"Curious, are you?" He leaned in closer, his golden eyes twinkling at the prosepect. "Vure... it means 'bird' in our tongue. A fitting name, don't you think? For a creature who was found fluttering helplessly in the desert, too weak to move. A bird with clipped wings, perhaps. Or one who has forgotten how to fly altogether."

He watched as your brow furrowed, a flicker of something – a little confusion; a little annoyance – crossing your face.

He found your reactions endlessly fascinating, the way your emotions played out so openly on your features. You were an open book, so easy to read compared to the courtiers and warriors he was used to dealing with.

"You dislike the name? Or perhaps you dislike the comparison?" He asked, his head tilted slightly as he studied you. "I meant no insult. Quite the opposite. Birds are remarkable creatures – resilient, adaptable, and surprisingly intelligent. They make grand pets once tamed."

His hand moved from your shoulder to your hair, his fingers tangling in the limp strands.

"You will learn to embrace the name. In time, you may even come to answer to it without hesitation. Now, sit up. It's time you saw more of your new home."

Without waiting for a response, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and hauled you into his arms, ignoring your weak gasp.

"There now. That wasn't so difficult, was it?" he said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watched you struggle to catch your breath, your head swimming from the sudden movement.

You hardly noticed as the blanket that'd been covering what was left of your modesty slipped free.

Ganondorf's gaze drifted downward, taking in the sight of your emaciated frame, the bruises that still marred your skin, the bandages wrapped around your torso.

His expression remained rather blank, but there was something in his golden eyes – something dark and hungry that made your blood run cold.

"Well there," he murmured, his voice thick with something you couldn't quite name. "The Gerudo healers have done well. Your wounds are healing nicely. But you are still so... thin. No matter. You will... fill out with time."

His eyes lingered on you a moment longer before he finally took his gaze away, turning toward a large window on the far side of the room.

"There is something you must see."

The metal chains attached to your limbs clinked as they unravelled with each step further from the bed.

He approached a set of heavy velvet curtains that covered what you assumed was a balcony, and with one hand, he pulled them back, revealing the bright light of sunrise.

The desert air rushed you, carrying with it the scent of sand and spices as the full majesty of his kingdom was revealed to you:

Below, a city of sandstone buildings and tents stretched out, all enclosed within towering walls.

Gerudo Town.

"Beautiful, is it not?" He murmured, his breath hot on your ear. "This is my domain. My people. And now, you are a part of it."

As you looked down you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with dread. The buildings were constructed from the same as his palace, blending seamlessly with the desert landscape. Marketplaces bustled with activity, the sounds of haggling and laughter carrying on the wind. Training grounds were filled with Gerudo warriors practicing with their bows and blades.

It was a town alive with energy and purpose, so different from the quiet isolation of your previous life.

"It is a sight." You uttered.

Your eyes dragged back to his face, held in a stern regal position as he surveyed his land.

You weren't sure what kind of ruler he was but that grin on his lips spoke of tyranny.

"It is, isn't it? And it will be mine for all eternity."

He looked down at you then, "And you, little Vure, will be here to witness it. You will see the rise of the Gerudo, the fall of Hyrule and the dawning of a new age."

You blinked at him, so that was the plan. Surely going along would lead to a swifter end, you just needed to know what he desired so you could complete the task and finally drift off into oblivion. A quick death like he'd spoken.

"I see...and what do you wish for me to do at your side, aside from bear witnesses?”

Ganondorf's lips curled up again.

"Ah, a practical question. I appreciate that."

He turned his trunk to face you fully, his one beefy arm still a solid band around you supporting your weight.

"Your purpose here is simple, little Vure. You will serve me. In whatever capacity I see fit. You will provide entertainment when I am bored. You will offer comfort when I am weary. You will be a sounding board for my thoughts, a vessel for my... frustrations. And return I'll keep you well and warm. In exchange for these... services, you will be protected. You will be fed. You will be clothed. You will have a roof over your head, far from the dangers of the desert and the monsters that prowl it."

He paused, his amber eyes searching your face for a reaction.

"And you'll end me swiftly once my use has run out?"

Ganondorf let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.

"So eager to discuss your own demise, Vai? How delightfully morbid. But yes, that shall be your reward once I tire of you. A fair exchange wouldn't you say? And who’s to say you won’t derive any pleasure from being by my side for your final days?"

You stared at him for a moment, eyes tracing the curve of his large nose.

Ganondorf watched the emotions flicker across your face – confusion, fear, perhaps a hint of resignation. He found it all utterly captivating.

"I can see the wheels turning in your head," he murmured, "You're calculating, aren't you? Weighing your options. Trying to determine if this... arrangement is preferable to the alternatives. Let me save you the trouble. There are no alternatives. Not for you. Not anymore. You belong to me now. The only choice you have is how you will serve me."

"I suppose that is obvious," you coughed weakly as a gust of wind drew in, "Perhaps I'm more so confused as to why me? What about your wife? I would have thought a king...”

Ganondorf's expression darkened at that, his proud gaze darkening with something that looked suspiciously like anger. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh just a little harder than before.

You winced silently.

"My wife?" he said, his voice suddenly cold, all traces of amusement gone. "I have none now. My wives of the past are dead."

He turned back to face the desert, the breeze ruffling his beard and lengthy hair.

"They were all... disappointments. Each and every one of them. Failed to be anything more than pretty decoration."

You flinched at the bitterness in his tone, the raw pain that was evident beneath the fury. This was a man who had known loss, known disappointment, and who had let it fester into something dark and twisted.

"So you see," he continued, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous, "I have concubines and I have pets. That is all..."

His gaze returned to you, his eyes burning into yours with a terrifying intensity.

"So perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was mere coincidence. Perhaps it's just a passing fancy of mine to hold your life in my hands until I decide to quash it from existence."

He fell silent after that, his gaze fixed on the horizon as the sun continued its ascent, shadows shortening across the desert landscape.

You were left to ponder his words, the implications of your new situation sinking in with a cold, dreadful certainty. You were a plaything. A novelty that would amuse him until you didn't, at which point your life would be extinguished as casually as one might snuff out a candle.

But your heart... It felt strangely alright with that. Nothing could be worse than what you'd already gone through.

"I understand." Your voice came out as a whisper, barely audible over the sound of the wind as you closed your eyes – listening to the strong thump of his heart beneath your ear.

Ganondorf's grip on you loosened after you spoke.

"Do you?" he muttered. "Do you truly understand what it means to belong to me? To have no will of your own, no future but the one I decide for you?"

He turned his head to look down at you, his golden eyes searching your face for any sign of deception.

"I do." You answered, eyes still shut tight. You had nothing left to give but submission.

He was silent for a long moment, studying you with a consideration that made something skitter up your spine.

Then, to your surprise, he let out a soft sigh, his breath warm on your face.

"Good. That will make things... simpler."

He adjusted his hold on you, shifting you slightly in his arms as he began to walk back toward the bedchamber. The heavy velvet curtains fell closed behind him, blocking out the sun and plunging the room back into a dim, warmth.

He approached the large, ornate bed that dominated the chamber, gently laying you down again.

Your body sank into the softness, a stark contrast to the hard, unforgiving surfaces you'd grown accustomed to during your previous imprisonment. It was still overwhelming – such simple comfort.

Ganondorf straightened as he looked down at your form sprawled across his bed. His golden eyes gleamed in the firelight, a thoughtful expression on his regal face.

"Rest now, little Vure," he said, "You will need your strength for what comes next. Prepare yourself, tonight I shall join you in bed."

With that ominous promise hanging in the air, Ganondorf turned and strode from the room, leaving you alone once more.

You could hear the sound of a heavy lock being turned on the other side of the door, a stark reminder that despite the comfort of the furs and the warmth of the fire, you were still very much a prisoner here.

Ganondorf paused on the other side of the door, his hand resting on the key he'd just used to lock her inside. He stood there for a long moment, his head tilted slightly as if listening for something – any sound of panic or protest from within the chamber.

But all was silent.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. Good. Fear was useful, but defiance was tiresome. Obedience, on the other hand... obedience was something to be rewarded.

He pocketed the key, the weight of it a comforting reminder of the absolute control he held. Then, with a purposeful stride, he made his way down the long, torch-lit corridor, his red robes billowing behind him.

His mind was already racing ahead to the tasks that awaited him. There were reports to review from his commanders, patrols to oversee, and preparations to be made for the coming conflict with the Hylian forces.

But beneath all those practical concerns, his thoughts kept drifting back to the fragile creature he'd left locked in his chambers. The way her eyes had widened when he'd spoken of her purpose, the slight tremor in her voice when she'd uttered those two simple words: "I understand."

Yes, she would be a delightful distraction. A delicate little toy to amuse him in his rare moments of leisure. And when she broke, as they all eventually did... well, that would be amusing as well.

– Chapter 4 –

The room was far too large. Not to mention decorated in rich reds and golds of luxury.

A fire burned in a hearth nearby, casting dancing shadows that played tricks on your vision and the sound of water ran nearby.

What... where in the world were you?

How?

Was this a dream?

Your throat still felt like it was filled with sand and a dry cough escaped your lips, shaking in your chest. Everything hurt, a deep, bone-aching pounding pain that made you gasp. Even the thought of moving an inch was too much.

Your glazed eyes continued to roam weakly, catching on your wrists. Only for your stomach to drop...

They were encircled by thick golden manacles, connected by a chain leading to some unknown place out of your sightline.

You were a prisoner?

Again.

The realization sent a jolt of pure terror through you, your heart racing as adrenaline dumped into your system despite your body's exhaustion.

The metallic smell was coming from you. Your wrists were bandaged beneath the cuffs, a dark red seeping through the off-white cloth.

You tried to sit up, a pathetic mewling sound escaping your lips as pain lanced through your entire body, your muscles protesting the movement. Your arms shook with the effort, and you collapsed back onto the bedding – defeated.

The sound of a chair scraping against stone then echoed through the room, and you froze, your eyes wide as a wide figure rose, unfolding to an impressive height.

The light from the fire caught the red of his hair, making it look like a flame itself as he turned to face you, his eyes pools of molten gold in the dimness.

He moved with an unsettling grace, crossing the room until he stood looming over the bed where you lay prone.

"Awake at last, little Vure. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever open those alluring eyes of yours." His voice was a deep rumble, like distant thunder, carrying an accent you couldn't quite place.

He reached out, his large hand cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he studied your face with an intensity that made you want to squirm away.

But you didn't have the strength.

Not now.

Perhaps never again.

"Rest easy. You are in no condition to be moving about. The desert took quite a toll on you. Though I suspect your condition predates your little stroll through my sands."

Your breath hitched. This was truly real.

You were still breathing...

Still alive...

And now another man had you...

Tears tried to pool in your eyes but only made your head throb harder.

This wasn’t fair. Why did fate have it out for you? You didn’t think you could take anymore of this horrid life.

"Why... can't I die?" You asked weakly, your voice a pathetic rasp.

Ganondorf's smile widened, a flash of white teeth in the dark.

"Oh, I have no doubt you'll wish for death many times before I'm through with you."

His large hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had managed to escape.

His skin felt hot against yours, almost feverish.

"Such despair in those eyes. It's... intoxicating. I could drink from it for days." His voice dropped to a low murmur, "You truly have no idea who I am, do you? No idea what fate has delivered you to."

He straightened up, turning away from you to pour a something red from a decanter on a nearby table.

The firelight shone off the red liquid as he swirled it, the distinct sweet smell of a hearty Elixir filling the air.

"I am Ganondorf Dragmire, King of the Gerudo. I am the rightful ruler of this desert. And soon... all of Hyrule will bow to me. And you, my lost little Vure, are now in my gilded cage."

Your eyes widened significantly at his declaration. The... Gerudo King? They had a king? Since when? Weren’t The Gerudo a female-only race?

He turned back to you, that smirk still tugging on his lips like a smug cat as he caught the look of dawning horror on your face. "Ah, so you've heard of the Gerudo. Good. Then you know what kind of people we are."

“But you’re...” Your eyes flickered down his broad body, lingering on the large pectorals that couldn’t be mistaken for breasts.

Ganondorf let out a booming laugh, the sound echoing in the chamber. "Observant, aren't we? Yes, I am a rarity. The only male Gerudo born in a century. Fated to rule the people.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, the cup almost nearing her lips now.

"Now, be a good little prisoner and drink this. It will ease the pain.”

He pressed the rim of the cup against your scarred lips, the scent of the elixir now overwhelming your senses - rich and thick with a fruity undertone.

Your stomach churned at the thought of consuming anything, especially something offered by this man.

But your thirst was all-consuming, your throat sore and screaming for any kind of moisture.

And when the liquid touched your lips, you couldn't help but part them slightly, allowing a small amount to trickle into your mouth.

It was warm and viscous, like blood, and had a strange sweetness that was almost cloying. As it slid down your throat, a warmth spread through your chest, the pain in your limbs and head slowly beginning to dull.

The relief was so immense that you drank greedily, despite the situation, despite the man who held the cup.

Ganondorf watched you intently as you did, his eyes missing nothing – the way your throat worked as you swallowed, the slight relaxation of your features as the healing properties took effect, the flicker of your eyelashes as you finally opened your eyes again.

Once the cup was empty, he set it aside on the nightstand with a thunk.

“You can have the rest in a few hours.”

“Food...” you slurred, struggling to keep your eyes open.

Ganondorf raised an eyebrow, scoffing.

"Food? No. You're in no condition to have that yet. You're lucky I gave you the elixir at all. Your current state will take much time to remedy.”

He leaned in close again, his hand resting on the pillow beside your head, effectively trapping you in place, not that you could move much anyway.

The musky scent of him invaded your nose, like skin and fine oils you didn't know the names of.

"You were starved long before you entered my desert, Vai. Your bones show through your skin. Your muscles have wasted away to non-existence. Food is not an option for you until I say so."

"Why...? Why help..." You uttered, perplexed beyond belief that someone such as him would take interest in you.

"Help?" Ganondorf let out a scoff, the sound grating in the quiet room. "Is that what you think this is? Help?"

His eyes zeroed in on yours, his breath hot on your face, the smell of alcohol stinging your airways.

His other hand moved to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it lightly, not squeezing, merely resting as a reminder to how easily he could snuff you out.

"You were trespassing on my lands. By all rights, I should have left you for the sand seals or the moldulga. Or better yet, slit your throat and been done with it."

He felt the tremble that ran through her body at his touch, the way her pulse fluttered wildly against his fingertips where they rested.

He enjoyed it, enjoyed the fear he could in still with a simple touch, the way she recoiled from him despite being too weak to even lift her head.

It was a delicious feeling, this power he had over her, this complete and utter control.

"But then I thought... a Hylian, here, in my desert? And a Vai? How interesting. It’d be a waste to let you be eaten when there’s so much potential for... entertainment."

His voice dropped an octave – his lips practically kissing your ear.

"So I brought you here. To my fortress. To my bed. To see what secrets you hold of Hyrule. And when I've learned all there is to know about you, when you've served your purpose of entertaining me...perhaps I will grant you the mercy of a quick death. Wouldn't that be nice?"

You weren’t taken by surprise at that. You’d been expecting as much.

But the promise of a bed and sustenance until the end was not a bad fate in your hazy mind.

“You’ll keep me well and warm? Yes?”

Ganondorf's lips quirked into a slow, sadistic smile, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Well and warm?" he repeated before chuckling, the sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned back slightly, his hand still resting lightly on your throat.

"How... quaint. Yes, little Vai, I will keep you 'well and warm'. After all, a toy must be cared for if it is to last. You will have food, water, shelter. All the basic necessities. Perhaps even some comforts, if you please me.” His hand finally left your throat, trailing down your chest, over your collarbone, to rest on your sternum. “But remember, this is not kindness. This is merely... maintenance. You are a possession now, nothing more. And I always take excellent care of my possessions."

Even for what it was, it promised more than your previous life. And under a King’s watch you hoped it’d be near impossible to be taken by HIM again.

You gave a small nod. Agreeing.

At least your final days would not be just pure suffering now.

He could see it in your eyes – the flicker of resignation mixed with a spark of... something else. Acceptance? Perhaps even a twisted sense of relief?

It was fascinating.

He'd expected more tears, more begging, more pathetic pleas for freedom. But this... this quiet acceptance was somewhat intriguing.

"You've known hardship before, haven't you?" he mused, his thumb brushing the underside of what remained your breast, "Your body tells a story of neglect, of suffering. Perhaps this cage of mine will be a welcome change from whatever hell you've escaped."

He watched you closely, studying your reaction to his words, the way your eyes darted away from his, the slight tightening of your jaw.

"Tell me, Vai. What horrors have you known? What could possibly make the thought of being chained to my bed seem... preferable?"

You swallowed hard, feeling his gaze like a physical weight on your skin. The memories he spoke of were vague but ones you desperately wanted to keep buried, to lock away and forget. But there was something about the way he looked at you, a concentration that made you feel like he could see right through you, as if he could pluck the truth from within your very mind.

"My father...his mind became ill after mother's death. He refused to let me leave him..." You murmured.

Ganondorf's eyes narrowed as you spoke, his gaze burning into your very soul. He could see the pain reflected there, the deep-seated memories that still lingered. It was almost palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

"Ah, a tragic tale, I see." He eventually admitted – voice was a low purr, a soothing sound that almost opposed the cruelty in his eyes. "The loss of a loved one, it can drive a man mad, can't it? But you're safe now Vai. You'll have no more to fear... from your father, at least."

His words were laced with an unspoken threat, a vibrant reminder of the new reality you now faced.

"Sleep now, little prisoner. We will... continue this conversation later."

And with that, he pulled away, leaving you alone in the darkness, your mind reeling with the weight of his words and the uncertain future that lay before you.

You were too exhausted to care about anything he said anyway. The elixir had made you drowsy and heavy.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and within moments, you were pulled into the merciful embrace of sleep, the soft pillow cradling your head with more comfort you’d experienced in years.

– Chapter 3 –

Your airways and ears were half clogged with sand as the wind whipped the substance around you. And the only noise you could still hear was the sluggish beat of your heart, fighting to pump life force through your veins.

How long had you been at this? Hours? Days?

Your brain was too hazy with the lack of water and nourishment to recall.

Eyesight blurring and lungs burning you eventually collapsed onto the sizzling sand, the grains searing your thinning skin like a thousand tiny knives.

A pitiful whimper escaped your parched lips as your vision began to dim at the edges, all around you yellow and blue.

Just yellow and blue.

Darkness slowly enveloped your being like you’d hoped.

This was the end.

Peace. No more pain, no more fear. It was over.

Finally.

ΔΔΔ

The moon was high overhead, casting a silver glow over the endless dunes of the Gerudo Desert. The sand crunched beneath Ganondorf's feet as he walked his evening stroll, his piercing gold eyes naturally scanning the horizon for any sign of intruders.

His robes billowed behind him in the now-icy wind, the insufferable heat of the day forgotten for a few hours until the sun rose once more.

His Kingdom of hot and cold – such harsh conditions he’d become accustomed to since his youth. But soon, soon he’d have far more than this pittance.

The suffering of his people would come to an end any day now.

His crusade against Hyrule had begun this past moon, with his warrior’s surging their borders, killing every soldier they came across and forcing every village they conquered to bend a knee. If they did not... well... they would meet the wrath of the Gerudo blade.

A heavy sigh escaped him, his breath visible in a misty cloud as he exhaled. His power was great, yes. But more could still be sought. More and more until he became like the very sun that scorched above and burnt their cities to cinders. Only when the mark of the Gerudo was cemented upon the land of Hyrule would anything dare grow again.

As he crested a particularly large dune, he spotted an unfamiliar shape in the distance. Hardly the curled up resting form of a desert dwelling creature.

Curiosity piqued, he strode towards it, the bottom of his feet sinking deeply into the sandy terrain from his weight. As he drew closer, he noticed it was a humanoid form, half-buried in the sand and dressed in tattered greying Hyrulean attire. If that didn’t give away their race, the large, pointed ears would.

A Hylian.

Ganondorf stopped a short distance away, his eyes narrowing as a hand went to the hilt of his sword. One of them and in his land no less.

Bold.

As he stood there, looming, a cloud above drifted letting the light of the moon stream down revealing her features. Clearly a Vai with vermillion sun-scorched skin that seemed to hang from her bones.

Her body seemed almost chiselled by the cruel winds of the desert, her cheekbones grazed. Her hair matted with grains of sand clinging to the strands.

Her chest barely moved, her breathing shallow and rattling, but she was alive. And judging by her condition, not for much longer. She'd likely been lost in the desert for days.

Although, this kind of starvation didn't occur over a matter of days. For that he was certain.

The cold and night would likely be the final nail in her coffin – if the demons of the desert didn't find her first.

"An enemy, lost and alone in my domain. How... amusing." His lips curled into a wicked smile as he considered her fate. "Perhaps I should let the desert claim you, like a wounded animal? Or slash your throat and let your blood dye the sand crimson?”

He laughed to himself, a low, menacing sound as he kicked her over onto her back, sand dusting up as she settled once more. She made no movements aside from a small unconscious splutter.

He crouched down beside her, his eyes glinting as he studied her withering form further, taking in her sunken shadowed eyes; the way her bones jutted out from her skin, the sharp lines of her collarbones and ribs visible even under the tattered remnants of her cloth. Her belly was concave, her hips sharp as blades. He could see the pulse fluttering in her neck, like a small bird struggling to free itself from a snare.

It was a truly pitiful sight.

Ganondorf leaned in, his nostrils flaring as he drew in a breath, inhaling the scent of her burnt skin, the acrid tang of sweat and desperation clinging to her. He reached out, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he tilted her head to one side, baring her neck.

He wondered what’d occur if her eyes were to flutter open, and witness the shock and fear when she realized where she was, who was beside her, and what he might do to her.

"Well, well, what should I do with you... hm? You're a long way from home, little Vure."

The demon king's fingers lingered on her throat, feeling the faint pulse there and the delicate bones beneath the thin layer of skin.

He could end her so easily, snuff out her life with a simple squeeze, a twist of his wrist.

He could. But...

There was something else. A different sort of amusement to be had here.

Perhaps it was the cruel satisfaction he knew he would get from watching her beg for her life, or the pleasure of breaking her spirit before ending her. Whatever the reason, Ganondorf decided to let her live... for now.

"Perhaps you have information I could use. About Hyrule's defences. Their weaknesses. The movements of their armies. Or... you could serve another purpose, one that would give me far greater satisfaction than simply killing you."

With a huff, he reached down and grabbed the Vai, hoisting her easily over his shoulder. He rose to his full height once more, the slight weight of her body nothing to his immense frame.

The sand shifted under him as he began the trek back to Gerudo Town, letting his long strides eat up the distance with ease.

The moon cast long shadows across the dunes as he went, the unconscious Hylian hanging limply, her head jostling against his muscular back.

With utterly no idea what was to come.

– Chapter 2 –