Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

He was really getting tired of finishing sentences for her. No... no, that was a lie. With all the power your family so nonchalantly wielded. With all the power you were supposed to inherit. A grin. And now that you're on the receiving end you have no clue how to cope. You call out to the faeries but none have answered... Could it be they've abandoned you? Your family, your bloodline? Could it be you were never really a 'chosen'? Is that so goddamn hard to believe? The tall form came to stand over her with a rather proud stride, halting her attempt to curl up by placing a booted foot on Zelda's shoulder, forcing a roll onto her back. That whipped, bleeding back. You know what else I'm 'with'? he asked, his voice harsh, his grin malicious. A fucking hard-on. Ganondorf threw the whip aside. The front of his brown leather pants stretched outward in a tent, a raise of the fabric that had been present for some minutes, and now, standing over her, would be very hard to continue to miss. His eyes looked past the bulge down into hers, crystalline blue stained with rain, and it only turned him on more. It only made him grin more. A hand pulled at the front of his pants, jerking the fabric down to show off a fully erect length, throbbing and ready, impressive in its girth as it was its length, both very much to scale with the Gerudo's powerful seven foot form. He stroked it in front of her, looking down into those teary blue eyes. You've never looked so beautiful as you do now. Do you know that? heh... That fear in your eyes... those feminine shrieks... it's like you're just begging to be raped. And then he walked away. He turned his back to her, still stroking, fingers wrapped around the hot, velvety length of his shaft, slowly pumping from tip to base, from base to tip, soft, pleasurable sounds escaping with every exhale of breath. Ganondorf knelt down a few feet away to snatch up one of the lengths of rope he'd tossed in, never missing a beat in his strokes, turning around and walking back to the fallen girl. The tip of his boot nudged at Zelda's left shoulder, then slipped beneath it, between her shoulder and the floor, pushing her up to a sit as his foot lifted. He did take his hand off his dick for this, temporarily, kneeling down behind the bloodied blonde to bring the coarse hemp rope in front of her face with both hands. It was nothing to force it against her lips, forcing it between, making her mouth open whether she liked it or not - and with it being tied at the back of her head it would remain open, again whether she liked it or not. No sounds of pleasure would be stifled now in the name of pride. Plus she talked too fucking much. Are you ready for the main event, sweetheart? He took hold of her hair again. Helping her to a stand any other way wasn't nearly as much fun. I did give you a chance to apologize, didn't I? Numerous, if I remember correctly... Both hands gripped her long blonde strands, those beautiful hairs, like a field of gold - gold wet with blood - were used to lift her frail, injured form to a stand. Ganondorf barely gave Zelda the chance to find her footing before jerking her backward, sending her reeling several steps until her back once again collided against the unforgiving stone wall. And it was there she would lose her virginity. His body came to hers in a flash, pressing his large, stronger form up against her smaller, more womanly. Hot breath seethed from the King's lips, a low cackle uttering forth from his throat. Don't worry. I'll be a gentleman. One hand held firm to her hair, relocating his grip to the very top of her head, to the very base, so she wouldn't slip. His other snatched Zelda's right thigh, and in a show of pure force he lifted her leg up, thigh first, followed by his hand moving to the back of her knee and then her calf, bending the teen in half against the wall, knee to her breast, ankle above her head. Due to the rusted shackles her other leg was forced to come with it, and when Ganondorf retook his position directly up against her, pressing her body to the wall with his own, her legs stretched up to either side of his head, her hairy gold and crimson crotch vulnerable to the world. He didn't take her gently. He didn't take her slow. There wasn't a brief pause where he showed concern in hurting her, not this man. Ganondorf pierced that shroud of girlish innocence with all the fervor that one might take an experienced whore, lustful and awaiting her man of choice. He let go of her hair with one hand cupping her firm, young ass for support, to help hold her up against the wall, and his other snaking around her back, urging it into an arch. He grunted, as an animal might, upon tearing through that tender petal to reach her textured pink within. Blood was as natural a lubricant as any, and whether or not she liked it, whether she hated him at this moment or no, it coated the tip of the large man's ready, eager shaft, marking a moment she would never, ever forget. Not even in the depths of sleep.