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Zelda was soft, warm, golden light. He could feel it just by standing by her side, in the way she lit up the room where she walked, in the way she drew others closer to her.
Ganondorf had been helpless to the draw. She had kissed him first, his brave, beautiful girl, without knowing she would awaken the beast inside of him. He had tried hard to fight it, telling himself he wouldn’t corrupt this beautiful light beyond those addictive kisses and stolen touches that hinted slightly at the desire burning through him.
Then the Lightroot was attacked.
Ganondorf did not like to admit it, but he had been afraid. The moment he saw the Void corrupting his people, he saw all those meaningless deaths throughout the years. He was afraid of the way the Void inside him and inside her had flared to life. He could handle the pain, but he wanted nothing more than for her to never feel anything remotely close to what they were feeling.
He was afraid when all the attention turned to her. But he cast aside all the pain and fear as he stood in front of her, knowing that he would not allow any more harm to come to her.
And afterwards, there was nothing but her and that beautiful, untouched light. His need for her grew. He needed her like he needed air to breathe. He cast aside every bit of self-doubt as he gave himself to her completely.
And one time was all it took for him to be completely corrupted by her. He just could not get enough. And Zelda, sweet, unexperienced Zelda, was so beautifully responsive, so beautifully complaint in his hands.
She was so eager to learn all that she could from him. And his desire and his endless hunger was met with hers at every turn.
And she was so delightfully his, his to touch, his to taste, his to enlighten, his to mold, his to pleasure.
And who was Ganondorf to deny Zelda the chance to learn new things?
Zelda gave so much of her time to his kingdom, always busy with repairs or her research. But when the day was done, and the two of them would walk back to his home, she gave herself only to him.
“Sunlight,” he whispered against her collarbone. She had lost her shirt a while ago and had submitted herself so deliciously to his administrations as he kissed his way down her body. “Would you be interested in trying something new?”
The way she looked at him, so full of curiosity and eagerness, only served to excite him further. Stretched out on his bed, hair messy, and eyes wild and dark, Ganondorf could never be sure if she was real or just a creation of one of his dreams.
“Anything,” she said, breathlessly.
Ganondorf groaned against her skin, before biting down. She responded by pulling him closer against her. She liked it when he was a bit rough, he had been delighted to discover.
He hid his grin against her skin as he moved to remove the covering of her chest, not even bothering to remove it completely before taking one her nipples into his mouth.
He was relentless, as his other hand went to play with the other. Oh, how he wished every bite mark stayed on her skin forever, marking her as his.
“I hate to tell you,” she said, way too coherent for his liking. “But in case your memory has started to fail you, we have already done this before.”
“Cheeky,” he said, leaving one last bite before turning his attention to the other side. “I should punish you for implying I could ever forget a second of you.”
Ganondorf enjoyed the loud groan he got in response as he redoubled his efforts. His other hand went down to her hip, holding her in place to stop her squirming.
As soon as she started getting used to his administrations, he finally relented, enjoying the way she helped him take off the rest of her clothes eagerly. As she reached out again, successfully removing his shirt and pants before he pushed her down again.
He kissed her, taking the air from her lungs and swallowing down her gasp as he thrust two fingers inside of her at once.
She was so tight and warm and wet as he felt her accommodate him. His thumb moved against her clit in a punishing rhythm, bringing her closer to her climax almost roughly.
He saw the way her eyes rolled back as she panted against him, he could feel her tightening as she got closer and closer to the edge.
And just as she was about to fall, he removed his hand completely and hid his grin in the crook of her neck.
“What? Why did you stop? I was just about to…” Her words came out far too breathless and jumbled.
He moved to kiss her once, twice. Zelda tried to pull him back in, hoping she could convey her need.
The kiss grew heated soon enough and he had her squirming against him, her need and hunger rising with every second that passed. Ganondorf, ever merciful, placed his leg right between hers, pressing up to the heat of her.
They both groaned at the contact.
Zelda let her instincts take over, moving her hips against his leg as the sensations overtook her. Gan could feel the heat of her, could see the way she sped up her movements, and only pressed down harder, putting his hands on her hips to encourage her clumsy, needy movements. He buried his head in her neck, mouthing along and feeling her pulse race.
He let her chase her pleasure, murmuring encouragement, until he knew she must be getting close again.
Then the king moved, coming to press his hardness against her center. He started to grind against her, so close to where she needed him the most. Her walls clenched around nothing but she could feel the drag of the last of his clothing against her clit. She enjoyed his weight on top of her, feeling every inch of skin against hers. She soon lost herself to his kisses, to the rhythm of her hips as she moved against him.
He had wrapped his arms around her until she was basically being carried by him as he continued to grind. Time and time again, she could feel him reach her opening, barely pushing in before continuing the movement upward to press against her clit. It was driving her insane as she felt her pleasure rising and rising once again.
But again, just as she was about to reach the top, he stopped.
“Fuck you,” she groaned against his mouth as she struggled to catch her breath and he just had the nerve to laugh.
“This is about control,” he said, his mouth once again moving to form bruises at her throat, down her chest, to her hip and the inside of her thigh.
Here he moved one of her legs to wrap around his shoulder while he held her open as she instinctively tried to close them.
“We have been working on the control you have over your magic during training,” he said as he bit down gently on the inside of her leg. “Now it’s time to teach you another type of control. Take the pleasure I give you, feel it grow inside of you.”
“However,” he said with a wicked grin as he placed the most gentle of kisses on her clit. “You are not allowed to cum until I say so. Let me know when you are at the very edge, and I’ll stop.”
“I know you can do it,” he said and Zelda had to wonder why his words caused such a strange emotion in her. “Don’t lose yourself to pleasure and it’ll be worth it in the end, I promise.”
Zelda closed her eyes as she considered his words. She should feel ashamed of how much she wanted to please him, to earn his praise. She should feel ashamed of how easily she felt pleasure at his hand. But then again, everything she had thought she had known about sex from what little her tutor had explained to what she had read in the books she could find, had turned out to be lies. Hyrule was conservative in nature and there was nothing Zelda could have hoped for in her future other than a political marriage and sex only as a mean to an heir. And even the most explicit books she could find, the ones that had her blushing under her covers as she thought about their contents, failed to capture the warmth, the gentleness, the realness of being with another.
And even though she felt as if she should be ashamed, she could not find it in herself. Especially with how Ganondorf encouraged her to find her pleasure, how he enjoyed how much she enjoyed it, how he spoiled her with kisses and touches so easily.
“Sunlight,” he said, coming up to kiss her so very gently, “we don’t have to. If it gets to be too much for you, we can stop at any time.”
And that gentle concern, the way he stopped to make sure she was okay, that warm feeling in her chest she didn’t want to address, were all part of the reasons why she was not sure she would ever get enough of him.
She took a deep breath against him, relishing the warmth of him. “No, no, I want to do this.”
“I trust you,” she said, and the look and burning kiss she got in return vanished any trace of her insecurity. “I want you, I want to try this.”
Ganondorf resumed his position but waited until Zelda buried her hands in his hair and pulled him to her center.
He sucked her clit gently, pushing in his fingers into her heat to work her up again. He quickly took on a more punishing rhythm, using his free hand to hold her steady against him. He moved his mouth against her center, drinking her in with an unquenchable thirst.
Zelda could do nothing but push him down to where she felt her need growing more and more. He had learned her so quickly, she thought, exactly how to please her and what drove her insane.
She felt herself getting closer, a lot quicker than before, since she had been so close before. It didn’t take long before she was panting and thrashing against him.
But she was too close, and though she wanted nothing more than to just fall against him, she pulled him away. “I’m close,” she said, between moans.
She could feel the way he grinned as he rose. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand but she could see the way his beard glistened with her essence.
“Good job, sweet girl,” he said as he kissed her, letting Zelda taste herself in his mouth. They both groaned at the taste.
Gan moved to finally get rid of the last of his clothing as he positioned himself at her entrance. Zelda took a second to admire him, his handsome face looking at her with such hunger, the muscles on his arms and chest, his length so hard she had to wonder if it was painful.
Even the tendrils that covered his chest were beautiful in a way. She knew she would find similar patterns on her skin if she looked down. It was something that they shared, that brought them together. At that moment, though, there was no pain, no darkness to spoil the beauty of their union. There was nothing else in the world outside the two of them.
She was soaking wet and thoroughly prepared but she could feel the stretch of him as he entered her ever so slowly.
Zelda could feel his strength as he held himself still once he was fully inside, letting her get used to the feeling. He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.
She broke it off to catch her breath as he started moving, slowly at first, letting her savor every bit of him as he pulled out almost completely and then sinking in again at an agonizing pace. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to keep him there as his movements sped up.
Every single nerve was on fire, she could feel every bit of skin pressed against hers, every inch of him inside of her, so deep she wondered how it had ever fit. Zelda closed her eyes and enjoyed it all, feeling her need to get closer to him grow.
She panted against his mouth, where he kept repeating her name as if it were a prayer.
All of it building inside of her felt so much bigger than it ever had. She had been so close to the edge before and then dragged back to the beginning over and over. There was nothing she could do but find herself close once again.
She was so close and all she wanted to do was bask in the pleasure and him, but she had not been given permission yet.
“Gan,” she said, feeling the words drag out of her. He hit a spot inside of her that made her see stars.
She tried again, “Gan…I’m close.”
His next stroke went deeper, and she could feel the way her muscles clenched around him, pulling him even further in. She fought to catch her breath, to have a semblance of control. She took another shuddering breath as she tried to calm down, finding it hard to focus on anything but him and the way he felt inside of her.
Gan’s hand had been on her hip, controlling her movements to match his every thrust. She could feel him holding her down, so that she wouldn’t grind against him like she so desperately wanted to.
But no, Zelda was a good girl. He had asked for control and she wanted to show him she could do it. She felt the tension of her body leave her as she managed to back off from the very edge he had driven her to.
He pulled out, slowly, leaving her so very empty. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with such a satisfied expression she had to close her eyes again to not lose it at the moment.
Gan pulled her against him once again, murmuring praise as he kissed her jaw and cheek and eyelids. He gave her a second to calm down as he consumed her with another kiss.
“You did so well, my sunlight,” he said against her lips. “I think it’s time for your reward, don’t you?”
She nodded eagerly, unsure how well she could voice her thoughts at the moment.
“All right, then, you can finish this time.” He said, placing himself once more against her entrance.
Gan thrusted, bottoming out in a single move, making her vision white out for a second. His thumb against her clit and his mouth on her nipple torturing her as he started to move.
He no longer held back as he set a punishing pace. She let herself get lost in the moment, in him, pulling him as close as she wanted.
There, with every inch of skin pressed against his own, the heat of him inside of her making her feel so full, she knew she would never be close enough.
When she came, the world exploded around her as her vision went white. It wasn’t a feeling of free falling, it was more like flying. He was there at the other side, to catch her in his arms and hold her through it.
“Beautiful,” he said against her as she came down. “But I know you can give me another,” he said, moving his hips against her as she felt his hardness still inside of her.
She could do nothing but pant against his throat as he fucked her, unrelenting with his movements and teasing against her clit, until he finally came. She felt it, the final stroke as he tried to bury himself as far as he could to release inside of her. In turn, she felt her own orgasm consume her as well, one last burst of pleasure that seemed to have no end.
There was nothing but warmth and him as he held her tightly against him as they recovered. Zelda wanted nothing more than to stay like that forever, in the heat of him.
But after some time, he pulled out of her slowly, picking her tired body up from the bed. He took her to the bathroom, where he drew a hot bath.
Zelda chuckled weakly, “You like bathing me, don’t you?”
“I get to take care of you and touch you at the same time? Of course I like it,” he said, holding out his hand to help her get into the bath shakily. This time, he slid in behind her, pulling her against his chest and holding her there.
She just laid back against him, enjoying the warmth and the gentleness with which his hands caressed her skin.
He murmured praise against her neck as his fingers traced the inky patterns dancing on her stomach.
After a while of just basking in his attention, Zelda took a deep breath, helping clear the blurriness of her thoughts. She had noticed this sensation before, especially when he started getting a bit commandeering in their love making. Zelda was so used to overthinking, to the rush of her thoughts at all times, that slipping into this space where she felt so protected and safe was like a breath of fresh air.
“There you are, sunlight,” he said against her shoulder where he was laving kisses and soft bites. “Are you all right? I didn’t push you too far, right?”
“I’m fine,” she said, wrapping his arms around herself even tighter. She could feel the warmth of his chuckle inside her bones. “I had fun.”
He smiled against her lips, “Me too.”
There, as he washed her and laved her with attention, there was no place for shame or doubt, just the love and safety she felt by being in his embrace.
Ganondorf had noticed how she felt quite early on and had talked to her about it, reassuring her that she was safe in his hands. And as someone who enjoyed taking control of his partners, he’d been delighted to show her everything she might want to know.
Zelda, ever the scholar, was committed to being the very best student she could be.