Patreon Compilation – Fic#341 – Ganondorf/Zelda/Link – transman Ganondorf; double penetration; getting doted on – Even A King Needs To Rest

Ganondorf/Zelda/Link – Ganondorf wakes up to his two devious Hylian lovers playing with his body again. He can't catch a break.

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Ganondorf’s face flinches, brows furrowing. He can feel himself slowly pushing up from the depths of sleep but he’s not sure why. His body is still heavy with exhaustion. He knows that he should not be awake yet and still…

Another touch to his clit has electricity zipping up into his belly, startling him completely awake in an instant. Instinctively he tries to lower his arms but they are still bound to the top of the bed with shackles.

The metallic rattling of the chain has his tormentors… lovers… look up from the vicinity of his hips. Their eyes are large and owlish blinking up at him like kids that got caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

Someone has pushed him until he got rolled onto his side and the fact that he didn’t wake up for that somehow shames him immensely. He bares his teeth at them, confusion having his words stuck in his throat and warmth creep through his system.

When he does not do more than show them an empty threat, they simply duck back down to resume their work.

Link has one of his hands hooked underneath Ganondorf’s knee and has his leg pushed up into the air to expose his vulnerable holes to their greedy little mouths. It’s quite impressive; the sheer strength contained in that much smaller body. How he routinely manages to boss Ganondorf around in a way that makes his heart seize in his chest and has prickling excitement creep through his body.

Zelda bows her head and daintily laps at his clit, making all thoughts fly right out of his skull. He throws his head back, his arms once again jerking against their restraints.

Zelda has put soft deerskin underneath the cuffs so they would not bite into his wrists since she knows how much he likes to struggle against the devious little mechanisms she enjoys putting him in.

He can feel her tongue slipping into the gold ring pierced through the hood of his clit, and then tug. His stomach cramps with desire. The touch on his clit causes little tremors high up in his cunt. Just shy of an orgasm that must have been brewing for quite a while now.

Link is ducking down as well. He’s a pig. He’s ravenous. Just stuffing his face between Ganondorf’s outrageously dense ass cheeks nose first to lap at his backdoor in greedy, flat-tongued swipes.

Ganondorf throws his head back between his biceps, hips trying to jerk away from the slick, warm feeling against his vulnerable asshole but unwittingly pushing his clit right against Zelda’s devious little mouth.

She opens up immediately for him, closing her soft lips around its fat jut and suckling on it like the cock that it is.

“Gods- Don’t-” the words rumble out of his throat, the tremor in his cunt creeping up even higher, settling somewhere in his very womb and making his eyes start to roll into his skull. He hasn’t even been lucid for three minutes and he’s already panting like a dog, his hips stuck in a stalemate.

Where was he supposed to go when he was trussed up and right in their middle? He should have known better than to fall asleep with those two devils in the same room. Much less before he could demand them open the locks on his cuffs-

“You are so well behaved when you were asleep,” Zelda croons at him. She’s stopped suckling on his clit to crawl up his body, her knee grinding against his cunt, ostensibly to keep him still on that knife’s edge of an almost orgasm.

Her little fingers are slick with the juices of his own pussy and she cards them through his immaculately groomed beard, leaving it feeling tacky and smelling of cunt. His wide mouth drops open, hot pants puffing right against her mouth.

“We could treat you like this far more often if you were inclined to behave yourself,” she croons right as Link fucks his tongue into Ganondorf’s ass and renders him once more speechless.

A reedy whine creeps its way out of his throat. His fingers flex and relax above them. He has to blink his eyes open a few times to try and focus on her lovely face swimming in front of him.

“‘Like this’?” he echoes, falling just shy of mocking despite how much he tries. He is too breathless for it. “What would that be exactly, princess?”

Her mouth twitches, eyes glittering mischievously. She grinds her knee harder against his clit and a canine whine creeps right out of his throat.

“Why, we’re showering you in our love obviously. Silly man.”

She vanishes then before he could really think about it too much. She slithers back down his body right as Link thrusts his tongue into his ass one last time. They bracket him, needy, horny limpets, holding on to his wide hips and bracing his leg together so Link wouldn’t have to carry the strain all by himself.

They line up. And they thrust. And Ganondorf’s eyes roll into his skull as his mouth opens wide on a fever hot gasp forced right out of his chest even though it feels more like it is coming somewhere from deep in his belly.

Link’s cock feels familiar. Warm with a nice ridge to the mushroom head that he enjoys popping into Ganondorf over and over again just to hear him whine and feel him flinch every time it would slide past the tight ring of muscle. This time he does not tease him as much. He just slides in, hips pushing to force himself inside deeper and deeper without pulling back any.

It’s almost enough to distract Ganondorf from Zelda’s cock. He tries to wrap his head around it because it does not seem possible, but when he can finally make himself look down he sees that she has some form of harness strapped around her hips and attached to it is… is…

It’s long, is what it is. It’s tapered, making him think of a Lizalfos’ tail, and the thought of that – the knowledge that it might very well be, has him bite his lips to try and keep the whimper inside.

They’re assaulting him. His poor, vulnerable holes. They always have. They’re both horny gremlins that don’t seem to be able to keep their hands off of him. If one is sleeping or away, the other will, without fail, find their way somehow beneath his clothes to draw an orgasm or two out of him.

He is always hyper aware of their positions. Always hyper aware of his own body and how it has become addicted to their attentions.

He’s never been this… this sexual before. He wouldn’t be if they weren’t constantly plucking on his clit or groping his chest or latching on to his nipples to nurse as if he would start giving milk for them one of these days…

They make soft noises, the both of them as they push Ganondorf higher. He feels so full with both of them stuffed inside his holes. It makes his head swim and his toes prickle where they bounce in the air. He pulls helplessly on his chains again, not because he necessarily wants to get out but simply because he needs to move.

All restless and writhing, low, melodic moans teased out of his throat as Link thrusts in and Zelda pulls out. Her cock is fatter at the base and Ganondorf’s hole already is burning in the sweetest possible way.

They’re too small to reach his face but that does not stop them from showering him in kisses. Link pressing them affectionately against the dip of his spine, and Zelda tracing her tongue along the quivering planes of muscles on his front. If she stretches herself just enough she can press sloppy little kisses against one of his nipples, but mostly she just presses her forehead against his sternum on focuses on keeping her hips moving in a rhythm.

How long has she had this contraption? Has she come up with it? Or those Sheikah inventors of hers? Has she talked to them what she would like to do? That she would like to stretch Ganondorf’s pussy on her very own cock and drive him insane?

The thought of others knowing that he is made to spread his thighs for these deviants is making him jolt, anger and lust crawling through his body in equal measures.

Link makes low soothing sounds, like he is trying to gentle down a wild horse. Zelda is giggling like she knows exactly what’s going through Ganondorf’s mind as they redouble their efforts to erode his very self.

He tries to bite back his groan as he comes, but he does not think he’s entirely successful. His holes screw up tight around their cocks, holding them jealously inside his body.

Link whimpers, hips bucking, close to his own orgasm.

And Zelda coos like what they’re doing is the cutest thing ever. Maybe she’ll rub her cunt against his afterward. Get them both off again just like that. Because despite what they’ve been doing to him on the regular, he’s still so damn sensitive.

It certainly feels like a day that will be spent in bed.