Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

The reason for the lack of scaring on his body was a supremely simple one, he had been wounded over the years, may times in fact, but through his own magic and that of the witches of his people not a single scar or blemish was to be left on his flesh. This was about more then just foolishness and pride causing him to hide the fact that he was mortal and could be harmed, instead it was simple pragmatism. His people wanted strength from their ruler and by projecting that strength, the ability to ensure any pain and survive any wounding, he ensured that his people were not only pleased to follow him but were loyal unto death. The Gerudo didn't have a long tradition of a single ruling family that had control of the desert Kingdom, a man kept his throne through strength and hard earned loyalty... Sure Ganondorf was looking to change the way the kingdom was run, establishing a proper ruling family with the help of the Princess Zelda and perhaps even using the resources of their shared kingdoms to extend his life indefinitely... and hers as well. The meekness, that was an act, or at least he was confident that it was only an act. This was a woman who had left the comfort and safety of her own lands, risked her life by sneaking into his palace, and then revealed herself in the most obvious way that was possible. She was bold and brave, he admired that about her... and it would make the inevitable submission to his grandeur all the more enjoyable. The kiss on the cheek, even if it was only a part of an act to make him feel more at ease around her, was enjoyably, a feeling of warmth spreading through him. He was a dominant man, a carnal man, and at times a sadistic man but affection was a rare treat for him. The concubines would vie for his attention in hopes of advancement or perhaps base rewards and comfort items... some were even slavishly devoted to him as the leader of their people but from Zelda it felt real. The warmth from the kiss didn't fade away when she turned and made her way to the bed at his urging, his eyes hungrily moving over her rear, toned to the standards to any one of the female soldiers of his army. The Princess Zelda was no lazy and idle royal, a mystery that he would unravel but until then he was content to be impressed and admire the absolute perky perfection that was just begging to be slapped until it turned a perfectly flushed shade of red or spread open by his dick as she squirmed and begged. Waiting until she had gotten into the bed so that he could enjoy the view all the more Ganondorf quickly lifted and drained what was left in her goblet. Then, his so far near limitless patience just about exhausted, Ganondorf made his way towards the bed himself, slowly untying the cord that held his pants in place as he advanced, letting them fall a little lower with each step. As they fell more of his flesh was revealed, a thick trail of hair as red as that on his head starting near just below his naval and trailing downward to the base of his thick cock, already ten inches long and not fully engorged, easily as thick as the Princess's delicate wrist... uncut. Climbing up onto the bed was far easier for him then for her, it had been crafted especially for him so it fit his frame perfectly. Shifting over on the bed he drew closer to her, far closer then was needed given how large the thing was, his naked form soon pressing against hers, a heavy arm draping over her shoulder to hold her close to his body, his hand just barely grazing over her covered breast in the motion, enjoying the feel of the material beneath his fingers and the warmth of the flesh that could be felt through it. There are some things that you will have to be aware of beloved. He warned her, the tone as sincere as could be. I am not sure how familiar you are with my culture but men are born far less often then women, perhaps one for every six, that is why so many of our soldiers are women, it is necessity. Simple truth, no need to hide those details from her as she would no doubt find out about them soon enough. Because of this it is not uncommon for a man to have several wives, to ensure the continuation of our people. I do not have any wives, you will be my first, however I do have a sizable harem that I will be leaving behind out of respect for our union to be. Reaching across his own body he took hold of her hand and set it on his thigh, suspecting that this would be the most intimate contact that she had ever had with a man by far.