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Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

The lithe Hylian warrior nimbly leapt through the Gerudo fortress. Their light footfalls barely made a sound as they darted through halls. Frequently they melted into shadows, seeming to disappear from existence entirely. once or twice this actually happened, wit the warrior reappearing from another set of shadows. At least three guards were rendered unconscious this way. Yes, unconscious the warrior was not setting out to kill, or at least, not to kill any Gerudo who may stand in their way. Their path was quite clear. They were here for something. They darted, sneaked, and eventually worked their way to the enter of the domicile. Once there, it didn't take much to realize the truth, to uncover precisely the information needed. Ganondorf of the Gerudo had left his weapon well guarded, put behind wards and walls and guards, but none had stood before this warrior. They smiled behind their covering, realizing that they had what they needed. The smile faded, however, as they realized something worse Time was not on their side. This information would have to be spread, true. But it would also need to be acted upon. Plus, they'd have to somehow determine if the supposed Gerudo weakness to silver and light magic held any weight. There would be no easy way to do that. That is, unless... the warrior reached up, lowering the bindings covering her mouth. it was the Princess Zelda of Hyrule. She frowned, leaning against a column and staring up at the sky. She could communicate with Link they shared a telepathic bond due to their link through the Triforce. He would soon know for sure that yes, Ganondorf was the force behind the rising darkness and that, yes, he did have some element of the Triforce in some form or fashion. But she'd need to stall time, to give Link moments to gather the appropriate power and to become the hero. So the Hylian princess channeled her magic. In a swirl of power, the warrior Shiek vanished, the tight acrobatic clothes replaced by Zelda's traditional Hyrulian gown. The princess looked absolutely stunning, as if she stepped out of a fairy tale. Her golden hair fell just below her bosom, tied in the traditional Hylian style. It framed her beautifully sculpted face, out of which peered her intelligent blue eyes. her slender frame embodied Hylian grace and beauty in every piece. Even her choice of golden and white, with pink to accent, made her appear all the more radiant, almost too pure, too beautiful to be allowed. And now she stepped toward the throne, knowing the guards to be gone. She would arrive soon enough to the desolate place, already feeling the lack of warmth. Still, Zelda knew what she must do. She knew what she may have to sacrifice. Ganondorf! she called, using her magic to summon a bright violet light. It is I, Princess Zelda of Hyrule. I've come to make you an offer! The only offer she could make....
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

Zelda's skin wanted to crawl away. The massive man before her eclipsed her poor memory of him. Had Ganondorf grown in size since their last meeting? Or was it merely the locale? Or perhaps the armor? His presence alone spread out across the room, sinking its dark fingers into everything. Zelda's own pure white felt him oozing against her, as surely as if he'd sung his digits into her pale flesh. The sensation nearly nauseated her, though it brought one particular thought to mind Why was he here? Had he sensed her intrusion? Had he predicated this? Seen a prophecy? Or did he simply sit in his throne room, waiting like a spider for whomever happened into his web? Zelda didn't know which answer she would have found more unnerving she had to steel herself all the same, drawing herself up. Posture stiffened her form, gave her royalty befitting her high station. She was Princess Zelda, latest in a long line of defenders and magical guardians and royals. My apologies, she said, pleased to hear her voice ringing out melodic and true. I did not wish to cause a stir nor to alarm my people, both of which were true, and Zelda could speak them with the full authority because of this. She took a deep breath had he undressed her with his eyes? Surely not. She was a princess, visiting him. True, her visit was... unscheduled, and technically trespassing, but surely even by Gerudo law... Gerudo law treated women... odd, now that Zelda thought. She needed to continue speaking. My offer is quite plain, she said. An alliance between the lands of the Gerudo and Hyrule. Tensions between our people have always been high. There is a lack of trust that is detrimental to both our lands. Thus I have come to propose that we unite our lands in the most basic of ceremonies. Zelda swallowed, her heart racing. Just the thought of actually being wed to this man, this being of pure darkness, nearly made her want to teleport out of there now. But if she did, then Link wouldn't know, but Ganondorf would discover. Their work would be undone, the task rendered all but impossible. I propose a marriage between yourself and me, she finally ended, her voice clear. Zelda knew she was skipping several rules of decorum, not least being that a woman should never declare her intention to wed, formal or otherwise. Somehow, she doubted Ganondorf would mind.
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

Her presence has an interesting effect upon him as it had before, perhaps it was her Triforce drawing his own, perhaps it was her inherent talent with light magic which was the antithesis of his own dark magic, or perhaps it was just her great and exotic at least to the Guerdo beauty. Her skin was milky and pale, her hair was golden that might put shame to the sun itself. Ganondorf would never deny the beauty of his own lands women but the princess Zelda put them all to shame. Of course he desired her, how could he not want to possess her, to have her body as his plaything, to ensure that she was entirely devoted to his pleasure above all else. Slowly, even as she spoke, he drew closer to her, near silent in spite of the heavy armor that he wore, graceful and predatory in a way that would bring to mind a large cat that the princess would likely have only seen in a local menagerie while Ganondorf had hunted them since adolescence. He was a man now, in his fortieth year and perhaps close to twice the age of the princess that he was now undressing in his mind, stripping her of the courtly clothing and then bending her body to his will for his pleasure. While she was convincing herself that he wouldn't be picturing her in a state of undress Ganondorf was subjecting his mental image of her to sexual acts that she wouldn't be able to imagine. All of that was driven from his mind in a matter of moments though, her talk of uniting their lands through a basic ceremony did pique his curiosity and her elaboration on the topic stunned him, driving the images from his mind in an instant. Even his slow and confident advance ceased immediately, mid step as his mind struggled to catch up with what he had been told, what had just been proposed. A union between them had been in the imminent future, once he had invaded and left her with no choice in the matter but for her to so body enter his home and propose it all on her home was something that he had never even considered possible before. His brain, which had been just contemplating calling for his guards, declaring war, and then claiming her of a prisoner of war was quick to adapt to the new situation that was proposed. There will be conditions. He spoke after he recovered from the shock and ensured he looked composed again. I must insist upon a tradition Guerdo wedding, it will take place in your palace, and we will depart in the morning. We will be riding together, my honor guard will accompany us to ensure safe passage and protection from anything we might encounter on the ride, and you will announce our pending nuptials en route... There was a short pause, just long enough to give her a chance to start speaking before he opened his mouth once more to add a final condition. Until the day of the wedding you and I will be sharing quarters, the same bed in fact though I promise to respect your virtue. Oh yes, that was very important, Ganondorf doubted she was aware of what a traditional wedding consisted of for the Guerdo but consummation of the marriage before the guests was of the upmost importance.
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

As Ganondorf approached, Zelda tensed. his presence nearly rolled over her, twisting her gut. She desired nothing so much as to raise a gloved hand and blast this dark-skinned evil out of existence. But Zelda knew she lacked the power she would need the Hero of Time for that. Besides, it worked against the plan. So she kept drawing upon her royal training, her lifetime of courtly experience, keeping her posture straight, her eyes upon him though not glaring, despite the desire to do so. Conditions? Zelda quirked a brow. The wedding made sense, though it struck her as odd that he wanted it to happen in her homeland instead of here. the immediate departure was a little disconcerting, but it may work to her favor she didn't exactly have a lot in the way of supplies, and too much study would draw attention to that. however, being put in constant contact with him... ... did she have a choice? I am not certain about sharing a bed, the princess said. The rest of your conditions are wholly acceptable without alteration, though Zelda made a note to study the Gerudo nuptial traditions. Hylian tradition forbids a pure maiden from laying in the same bed as a man until their wedding night. I can sleep in your quarters with you, but I will require a separate bed, she kept her voice firm, trying to make the case unyielding. It was technically true, but it was also a ploy for time, for distance from the man who made her physically ill. Just sleeping in the same room as this... being...
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

Objection noted... but dismissed. Zelda frowned that was technically a political misstep on Ganondorf's part, perhaps she could... no, no, he'd started to piece more together. It was night she hadn't come in announced. Zelda could spin lies, but they would be as thin as if she'd used actual spider's silk. No, Ganondorf had her back against a wall, and she could do nothing but nod her agreement to it. Very well, I shall concede, she stated, as if she were allowing instead of being forced. I insist upon my chastity being respected until our wedding night, because Zelda could just see the Gerudo man finding some way around that. Hadn't she heard rumors that they would sometimes test their virility before a marriage? Something about not wanting a barren wife. She fought back the idea, however, not wanting to flush. Her pale skin would show such changes all too easily. No, she must remain the ever vigilant, constantly pristine princess that she was. What was that---he smelled? But not... not unappealing. The thought spun Zelda's head slightly, and she blinked clear blue eyes up at him. Why yes, of course,' she said, nodding. I do wish to adhere to my future husband's traditions. So long as I am being respected, of course, she held up a slight hand at the last, before lowering her head in a slight bow. Hylian women were respected and placed on equal footing as the men. Was it the same in Gerudo marriages? For now, Zelda simply followed her intended down the hall. She marked the area, noting where Ganondorf pushed. A secret entrance? Her brows raised at that. Quite suspicious, that, or perhaps cowardly. Zelda simply gathered herself all the same, stepping into the hall as indicated. I look forward to seeing our accommodations my... my intended, she stuttered over the last, feeling a slight flush. Yes, she just... just had to keep playing along, at least for now.
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

The appropriate time? Zelda fought a frown, having picked up on the Gerudo man's careful warning. There was something... ominous in his phrasing. Still, yet again, she wasn't in a position to argue, only to keep moving ahead. to keep down those halls, taking note of the walls and the lights. The room surprised her somewhat. It looked less... militant than she would have expected. Zelda recognized quite a few of the books on the wall, and the maps portrayed familiar enough lands. Her sharp eyes could still make out details even in the dim light, though she felt the temptation to create her own light rising. It's quite-- she said, before turning to look at the bed. Why have chains? Regal, she said after a beat. Those struck her as quite odd, though the bed itself looked opulent enough. Familiarity with her intended, though Zelda knew that they would never fulfill that promise. Still, she nodded along, readily agreeing with the Gerudo's assessment. She turned, finding some relief in the loss of the armor. Said relief prevented the princess from noting, at least initially, that Ganondorf may be boasting a weapon she hadn't anticipated. instead, she focused on his actions, nodding in agreement with the assessment. The offer was given in sincerity, she said clearly. She took the offered goblet, of course. He'd poured from the same source, and he was drinking at the same time. that, and it made little sense for him to poison his intended, not when she was proving agreeable. Though the brandy burned on the way down. Zelda swallowed, pausing for a moment to swirl the drink. It's rather... stronger than I'm used to, I'm afraid,' she said, feeling the heat rise a slight flush on her pale skin. I may have to try something lighter for my delicate Hylian sensibilities, self-deprecation should work. Lower his guard, work a little faster...
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

OF course the liquor had been made in the old ways, the traditional ways. True magic could have been used but he didn't have the experience to create anything with subtlety or complexities. Raw alcohol was likely to be the results of such an attempt and even then it would be worthless for anything but cleaning wounds. On the other hand there was something to be proud about, creating something with nothing but ones own hard work and patience. He had been working on the stilling for about twenty five years by now and every year it grew better and better. It had occurred to him that when he ruled Hyrule he might be able to experiment with different soils and grains. The way she changed into the garment that he made for her was a touch disappointing to the Gerudo man but he really couldn't be surprised in the least that she used her magic to switch the garments. A moments consideration made he wonder if perhaps he should have tried to use his own sorcery to keep her from changing it but his creation had left him drained and he might not have been able to pull it off. Why risk the destruction of his hard work on something that was a massive risk... and even if she did not need to strip to change he did like what he saw uncovered by the sheer fabric. Her body was even more fantastic then he had suspected, surprisingly fit for a young woman of immense privilege, he was clearly impressed, the way his eyes roamed over her exposed flesh and the growing bulge down the left leg of his pants making that rather clear. Even her thanks for the gift and praise for his work felt genuine... You will be at my side but you will not be wearing Gerudo clothing at all times, the garments of Hyrule suit you rather well... though I will be making some improvements to your wardrobe. Oh yes, he had been thinking about that for quite a while already, the garment that he had just created for her was only the start. Her guess about the climate was not too far off but it was actually missing the point entirely, she would be more comfortable in that dress but he was quite happy with the view of the body it provided him. As she looked at him Ganondorf smiled, starting to peel off his own shirt in preparation for... well if not sleep then at the very least getting into bed. As the shirt lifted from his body it revealed the more of the stark differences between his body and those from Hyrule. He wasn't just a massive man with olive toned skin and hair the color of the the sun as it set... his body was covered in well crafted muscle and a very prominent golden triangle shining on the back of his right hand. Once more he stepped in closer to her, so close now that he could feel the heat of her body, easily reaching out to pluck the goblet from her hands. Why don't we get you into bed Princess. His tone was rather insistent, he had played the role of a polite host for long enough and while he would respect her virtue he was entirely away of the variety of ways he could keep his word and still enjoy the pleasures that her body had to offer to him.
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

Zelda had not anticipated his allowing her to wear the clothing of her land again. The mention of improvements did have her more than curious. Most likely he simply meant to alter them in accordance with the warmer clime, though part of her couldn't help but wonder if her intended didn't have more devious concerns. Could he design clothing to sap her magical energies? Or perhaps he had something that spelled slavery for this kind? Again Zelda found herself wishing that she understood more of Gerudo culture, particularly as she was to play the part of a royal intended. Thank you for your generosity, my intended, Zelda said, bowing her head slightly. Even wearing the sheer garment and standing in her enemy's bedroom, Zelda held herself with that royal decorum. She kept her posture straight, her tone polite, her gestures demure. Though decorum could not properly prepare her for the first sight of her intended's chest. Her blue eyes raked the chiseled torso, taking in the musculature that a Hylian man would struggle to match. Ganondorf almost looked to have been carved from stone instead of flesh. Most surprising was the lack of any noticeable scarring, at least that Zelda could see at first glance. How had a leader of a warrior people managed to avoid that? He drew closer, and Zelda instinctively tensed. She relaxed immediately, tilting her head to look up at her husband. To her slight relief, he plucked the drink from her hand. She lowered it, clasping her two hands together. His gesture and order drew Zelda's attention to the bed. Her head turned, again taking in the strange mixture of luxury and bondage. Again that question rose within her why the chains ? Did he intend to take a prisoner? Zelda had willingly imprisoned herself here such measures were unnecessary. As you say, my intended, she said, again knowing to play meek. He'd already promised to value her chastity, though Zelda still suspected something else. She rose upon her toes to lightly kiss Ganondorf on the cheek, wanting to at least play along. That and, well, to be honest, he'd been rather... accommodating thus far. She'd been given fine alcohol, taken to his bedchamber upon a promise, and given garb to wear that, while perhaps a little risque, hardly crossed any lines. Perhaps he would actually adhere to some gentlemanly conduct. So the Hylian princess strode toward the bed. Her garment shifted subtly about her, though Ganondorf would still get a nice look at the rear view of his little prize. Perhaps he'd take note of the musculature of her rounded bottom something that again bespoke of perhaps more activity than one would expect of an otherwise soft royal. Said royal stepped up into the bed, kneeling against it. Her white frame and white garb contrasted starkly with the black sheets. Zelda adjusted herself, moving toward the head, then she turned, looking up and waiting patiently for her intended.
Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

He drained his goblet. Zelda held perfectly still, watching, feeling her heart thudding in her chest. He'd be entering the bed soon she'd be literally sleeping with the enemy. He just had to walk over and... wait, what was he doing? Blue eyes widened, pink lips parting in shock. Zelda's intended lowered his pants, giving the Hylian girl her first proper look at a male's member. The princess stared, her innocence seizing onto her actions. The thing looked obscene far too big to be allowed. It almost appeared as if Ganondorf had an arm extending from his legs, except no arm ever looked quite like this. It struck Zelda as looking most like a spear in appearance, its fleshy head seeming ready to stab into something. Were all men endowed as this? Or was it all Gerudo? Or just her intended? Surely not all men genitals of that size could not fit instead every woman. Zelda initially didn't think that such a thing could fit into any woman. Except... except that women did pass children through there, did they not? But that was a different process, gradual, natural. This... this thing was anything but. The thing bobbed closer. Zelda swore it pointed to her, threatened her she was his intended, was she not? Her wifely duty would be to tend to it. Then it rose, and Zelda realized belatedly that Ganondorf had entered the bed. She swallowed her growing discomfort, instead attempting a smile. It wavered as he curled against her. Soon she felt his hard body pressing against her own the light fabrics he'd provided a meager defense against him. His hand drifted possessively near her chest, and Zelda resisted the overwhelming urge to slap his hand away. Instead she turned, looking over her shoulder at him as he spoke. Yes, I'm afraid I--my people would not allow such an arrangement, she admitted. She could feel his hand heavy on her thigh, and she fought against the reactive tensing. He'd likely feel Zelda's body tightening, ropy muscles readying to spring into action, but she fought the reactions down. My people believe quite strongly in monogamy. You will not be allowed to take any others into your bed save for myself, she hesitated for a moment. Should she insist upon that now? But she could already feel him, and her vague memories of scandalous romances she'd sneaked into her bedroom fluttered to mind. Did men not grow hard with desire? was that not how they aimed their tools at soft flesh? Zelda flushed again, both realizing Ganondorf's proximity and her own woeful knowledge. Yet more she'd have to research. Doubtless we will have much to discuss and exchange, Zelda insisted. She reached down ,snaking her fingers through the hand on her thigh. She pulled it upward, which did draw his arm around her, but at least moved him into a more proper position. Sleep well, my intended, she said, forcing her eyes closed, hoping to end the conversation there. She was in his arms, after all surely that would be sufficient.