Patreon Compilation – Fic#325 – Ganondorf/Zelda(/Link) – mistress Zelda; Ganondorf defeated – Obey

Ganondorf/Zelda(/Link) – Ganondorf has been defeated and Princess Zelda (or rather, queen Zelda) is busy training her newest acquisition...

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Ganondorf feels the foreign touch of an object against his hole and rears like a frightened horse. His muscles are bulging, trying to rip free of their restrictive shackles to no avail.

His struggle is crowned with the sharp snap and lick of the whip held tightly in the Princess’ dainty little fingers. The lap of the instrument stings, the sharp little pain radiating suddenly from his hip.

He whirls his head around and snarls at her. His hair has been braided into a wonderful, thick cord down his back. It feels heavy against his spine and sticks uncomfortably to his sweat slicked skin.

The Princess’ eyes are surprisingly cold as she looks down on him, narrowing slightly in consideration. She is wearing a smart little suit that Ganondorf has never seen on a woman. It hugs her form, molding itself to her pussy and leaving nothing to the imagination.

He had ogled her at first simply to be a nuisance, but she has quickly cured him of that notion as well; putting him in a blindfold for nearly a week which had been… an experience he is not so keen on repeating any time soon.

Still, he can see her excitement; the crotch of her little one piece soaked dark and her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. A common whore in royalty’s guise, to he would never say it out loud.

The way the princess narrows her eyes further, her hand slowly sliding along the whip and stretching it taut has him believe she can read his thoughts after all. A shudder rattles up his spine and nearly has his teeth clacking together.

He lowers his gaze, huge chest heaving, the gold hoops pierced through his nipples lazily moving along with the motion simply because she has jewelled little weights hanging from them and gravity wants them to swing.

An eternal, sweet torment all in itself.

“There you go,” Zelda’s voice floats toward him. It is low and throaty. Measured. She has yet to raise it at him and he is impressed despite himself. He hats how easily, how calmly she has put him under her heel. How the way she’s handled him since his defeat by her little knight has spoken of nothing but sureness.

Of her wisdom – he sneers at the floor – that he would yield to her sooner or later. That it was not a question of if but when.

He loathes that she should have been right. He loathes that he had been rendered so helpless that the outcome had been decided before the game had really begun. She moves toward him and he could bite. He could bite and try to head butt her and bury her beneath his bulk to try and suffocate her into unconsciousness, but what would it gain him? He is still shackled, still bound to the ground into a crouch. He is still naught but a puppydog, getting trained for her amusement.

The Princess steps up toward his head. Her hand is so small when it touches his crown, fingertips trailing through the braided rows of fire red hair, touching what sensitive skin she can.

“You are beautiful,” she whispers in that throaty, calm voice; deeper than her little body should be able to produce.

Ganondorf closes his eyes and inhales deeply through his nose. He has long sworn not to speak to her; it could only end in tragedy. But that also means he can’t tell her to shut up. To not keep praising him; tell him how pretty he is, how gorgeous, how irresistible as she pets him with the same hands that could dole out such harsh punishments.

Because it is working and he loathes it. He can feel himself starting to lean into her touches; feel it in his chest how his body fills with warmth when she sounds pleased with him. Finds himself wanting to please her.

Be good.

The King of the Gerudo. He sneers but the expression is weak, his vision, when he opens his eyes again, swimming as they are brimming with tears.

Zelda’s cruel little fingers tickle the tip of one of his ears, then slide along the sharp outer line down toward the hinge of his jaw. She softly brushes through his finely kept beard and sighs with the utmost satisfaction.

“Yes… absolutely stunning. I had always hated how gorgeous you were out on the battlefield. How seeing you rain doom onto my people filled me with this abject need to feel you in my cunt.”

She leans her hips forward. The way he is crouched low she can easily nudge the soaked crotch of her little one piece against the large ridge of his nose. He inhales deeply despite himself; her thick, musky scent filling his lungs and making his cock fill obediently out for her.

Not that he supposes she has use for it today. He is still painfully aware of the toy posed behind him, held on a long pole which in turn is held patiently by her ever present shadow. Link is quiet as always; made into a toy by his mistress just as much as Ganondorf himself.

He stares up at her, holding himself almost painfully quiet as she slowly rocks her hips and rubs her plump little pussy against his regal nose.

She is not as innocent as she likes to show to her subjects. She is not as benevolent either. For every concession she makes for a pleading farmer, she doles more punishment onto Ganondorf.

Zelda is smiling but there is a darkness hidden just in the corners of her mouth and in the darker flecks of her beautiful eyes. Her hands are gentle as they pet his head but he knows how quickly they can become cruel if he misbehaves.

Watching her for a sign of anger, he slowly snakes out his tongue; big and broad against her pussy, the tip trailing along the seam that is so visible through the tight bodice she is wearing. He can feel her clit, swollen and throbbing through the fabric and feels her sigh almost more than he hears it.

“You’re trying to squirm your way out of it,” she whispers, always knowing; always seemingly three steps ahead of him. He loathes it. She allows him to please her for a little longer yet before she steps back and out of his reach.

He also loathes how he immediately wants her back. How he misses her scent and taste. How his kneejerk reaction is to wonder what he could do to get her closer once more.

Zelda is smiling; she seems to know every thought that is rushing through his head. She briefly glances up toward her knight and a second later Ganondorf feels the cold, squishy tip of the toy gently nudging his entrance once more. He grits his teeth and leans forward and away from it, heart hammering in his chest.

The shifting of the weights against his nipples is sending sparks of pleasure racing up and down his conflicted body.

“Don’t be like that,” Zelda whispers. “Just let it happen. It is such a cute little toy; made from the purest ChuuChuu jelly. I added just a drop of IceChuuChuu so it would ease your hot little muscles when it slips inside.”

Ganondorf looks up at her with a snarl that tapers into a squeaky little thing when the toy presses against his spasming hole once more and he finds that there is nowhere left for him to go. Desperation squirms hot and tight in his belly.

“Please,” he whispers. “Don’t.” It just tumbles out of his mouth, dragging him deeper into the mud. He’s bending his knee for her and the absolute delight washing across her face feels like a reward. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly and she chuckles.

“Oh, this makes you talk, does it? Mmmh don’t be afraid. You will love it. You knew you’d have to be broken in eventually. I have so many things planned just for you, my sweet. This is just the first step of so many. Soon you will take care of all my soldiers; starting with the ones that got hurt during your rampage. And I think… yes, I think after them, you will show your gratitude to the farmers.”

The ChuuChuu cock slowly begins to put pressure on his desperately clenched muscle, its slick surface wiggling its way in despite himself. Gandondorf whimpers as it slips inside, rubbing against his hot walls and making him feel its cool slide all the way into his trembling body.

He stares up at Zelda and her face softens from its cruel twist into something much gentler. Much more understanding. She steps closer, allowing him to lean his face against her; and he hides it in her stomach as her loyal knight begins to slowly fuck him on the cock, his insides feeling hot and molten and all too ready to accept it.

“Good boy… There you go… just let it happen.”

He bites his lips bloody so he wouldn’t sob, but it breaks out of him anyway in just a few desperate moments’ time when his cock spasms and an orgasm is ripped out of him.

His mistress pets him the whole time through.