Legend of Zelda: King of Carnal Corruption - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

[So, yeah...it's been a while, sorry guys, a bunch of personal stuff happened and between that I started working on this which is easily, like, the BIGGEST story I've ever worked on for some reason, and one of the most frustrating for sure. But, I'm happy with what I've come out with and I hope you guys like it too. There's all kinds of treats in here for you guys, especially if you're fans of what I've done with some of my other stories like the Monster Milfs and Spider-Sluts series, so I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys all think about it!)

The blade of evil’s bane was shattered.

The impact that left Link’s weapon destroyed came suddenly, even moreso than his first clash with the resurrected corpse of Ganondorf that had set him upon yet another legendary journey to liberate the land of Hyrule from the forces of evil that would seek to defile it.

A small part of the hero’s heart splintered at the sight of his weapon’s edge crumbling away from its hilt, cracks trailing across the surface of whatever meager stump of magical steel was left on it. This wasn’t the first time the sword was damaged in his hands, but for whatever reason, a deeper part of himself shivered in quiet acknowledgment that it would almost certainly be the last. There was no healing force or resurrecting power that could rebirth the sacred steel used again and again by the warriors who had bore his name and slayed the wicked presence of darkness and domination that threatened the land, and as though to confirm his suspicion, as he winced and stumbled with pain bursting through his every nerve, the pristine blue glow of the weapon sparked brighter than ever before…and died suddenly, like a gasping breath of release signalling the passing of a lifelong friend.

While the hero of the wild remained on his feet, he certainly wasn’t much worse for wear than his weapon was. Gasping for breath with both his prosthetic zonai arm and his other bloodied, battered left clenching tight and firm, fingers shivering as they uselessly gripped at the butt of his sword, one eye clasped shut by a swollen black eye dribbling with blood, his legs quivering like a mass of unsteady jelly molded into the shape of human limbs.

It was a seemingly hopeless situation, but Link was a master of scraping his way out of the most dreaded, dastardly dangers and bombardments of unspeakably powerful foes…surely he hadn’t met his match yet, had he? Even in the face of the most dire challenge to ever come before the line of Hyrule’s destined heroes, he couldn’t possibly fail! There couldn’t have been any force of malevolence powerful enough to put him to rest when even Calamity Ganon was felled by his mighty sword arm…

Of course, that was what the hero wished he was thinking, if his unfocused mind even possessed the power to muster up coherent thoughts in the first place. Link was far from overconfident, his prowess was one built by years of careful training, talent and humble dedication to mastering the art of combat, every battle he fought, even against the lowliest of bokoblins, was one of silent acknowledgment of his opponent’s skill, he battled not with the assurance that he would win, but with the conviction that he had to win.

And yet, as his wide blue eyes gazed into the gaping hole that had been formed in the floor of Hyrule castle, wisps of blood red Gloom twirling through the air and spreading across what little space the hero of Hyrule had to move around, the malevolent sludge that had stripped away Link’s arm what felt like years ago creeping closer and closer and making the blond haired swordsman grunt and shiver. He knew fear quite well, as the holder of the triforce of courage, the very essence of his mettle as a warrior was entirely centered on defeating it, banishing the darkness that struck the hearts of man, to fight on despite what evil may grip the land and see to it that the greater good prevailed…

But still…his arm faltered, his heart clenched, and he stood frozen in the power of pure, overwhelming fear subsuming every other sense within him, a silhouette of the towering figure of malevolent power and all consuming destruction slowly lumbered forth through the hole from the castle’s chasm to the building itself.

The dark shadow that was cast over the hulking mass that sprouted forth like a new being birthed from a gaping maw of pure evil slowly peeled away with the moonlit backdrop of Hyrule illuminating the two rivals, first fiery red hair, a wide, corded, musclebound neck soon followed by an obscenely broad back and shoulders wide enough to drape over the mouth of death mountain, deep green skin marred with a collection of deep scars of his own, clearly showcasing that for as much as the hero of the wild was defeated, he refused to be bested without proving his worth as a warrior. 

Shameful as it was to admit it, Link was cowed before the intimidating presence before him, the sheer might and statuesque, solid bulk of the Gerudo warrior…no, Gerudo emperor’s immaculate physique lending his presence an unmistakable weight to it, proudly on display from how his kimono allowed his musclebound frame to hang out in the open air, the ripe firmness of his granite cut arms, thick, beefy chest and unfairly chiseled abs made all the more impressive by his absurd size at nearly 8 feet tall, easily outdoing even the inhuman appearances of the most titanic Lynel soldiers that made up his army of monstrous pawns. 

The form of his gait was strong and brutish…yet regal, refined, elegant, brimming with a quiet acknowledgment of his own superiority as he licked the trickle of blood dribbling over the side of his face.

Link, despite the tremoring, the fear, the sense of immensely deep hopelessness echoing throughout his very soul, lived up to his title as he stepped forward, weakly pressing his broken sword into the brick hard wall of Ganondorf’s abdomen, a gesture as useless as trying to stab through a Goron’s iron hard shell with a pointy old stick, mumbling without knowing what he was saying, a light chuckle sprouting from the emerald-skinned behemoth’s lips as he grabbed the young warrior’s blade and tossed it into the depths of the chasm, never to be seen again.

“Even now, you continue to defy me. A valiant effort, I see now why your predecessors were such a nuisance to my goals. But regardless of what victories you have seen in your past, today, I prevail, and I claim a prize worthy of a true king.” Ganondorf spoke, the baritone rumbles of his manly voice reverberating through the walls as they were painted a deep oily black and scarlet with the spreading gloom infesting the walls of Hyrule castle, to punctuate his words, the Demon King reached around his back and tossed down a limp figure, clad in muddied jewels and bright jade colored Gerudo armor, the passed out figure of the formerly dignified Queen of the hardy tribe of desert dwellers striking the young warrior’s heart like a boko-spear to the gut.

“Calm yourself. She lives, the only one of your compatriots who does, as a matter of fact. Weaklings, the lot of them, an embarrassment to call them Sages. Their will fails before the presence of a superior power, but at the very least…thanks to them, I now have the conduit by which my strength can grow ever more!” The emerald skinned warrior proudly announced, a hearty, wicked laugh like the drumbeat of the fabled shadow beast bongo bongo carrying it’s vile rhythm through the heart of Hyrule rung out, his massive fist rising before his face and twinkling with glowing rays of energy arising from what was held within.

The secret stones’ glinting light grew from a mere iridescent glow to a blinding vision of mingling colors accompanied by a high pitched whistle of the stones’ essence spilling out, power flooding Ganon’s veins and filling his blackened heart with the essence of a new, vigorous force that sent a tremor raging so tremendously that all four of Hyrule’s races could sense it deep within their bones, the ground quaking as the light spilled out from the stained glass windows of the castle.

Link, too preoccupied in gathering the gasping breaths of his one remaining ally, remained oblivious to the thrumming growth of power rising within his enemy’s body. The hero’s kindness, the camaraderie that had led him this far and which his incarnations across so many hundreds of millenia had relied on to push them through where even their mythical strength could not turn the tide against the strength of Hyrule’s enemies had become his very weakness.

Sidon, Yunobo, Tulin, Mineru…all of them, slain without a word, dumped in the depths beneath Hyrule castle, crushed beneath the very same gargantuan feet of the tyrant that stepped behind Link as he nursed Riju’s wounds and frantically searched for the brush of her tiny breaths pushing through her nostrils. The shining colors of the bursting secret stones melded into a deep, pinkish red, lashing and whipping about Ganon’s body and making the turgid veins on his musclebound broadness pulse and throb against his green skin, porcelain white teeth reflecting the luminescent glow of red energy swallowing his form as he stood mere inches behind Link, raising a sword of gloom high above him and readying to strike before…

THWOOM!

The ground rumbled once again, filled with a new source of energy, a faint glow of purity that echoed through Link’s soul with a sense of familiarity that only now he could put a name on, ashamed with himself for how blind he had been to what he was searching for all along. 

The Light Dragon…no, Princess Zelda, the gigantic flying behemoth that swam gracefully through the skies of Hyrule all this time, watching Link unknowingly, praying for the return of her hero’s strength and the salvation of the land, she was finally here. Of course she was, how could he have been so blind to what he truly needed to succeed? Every time his back was against the wall and the forces of true, immeasurable evil, she was by his side, and now here she was again, to vanquish the dark forces by him once again and–

The sharp edge of a blade was dragged against the bottom Link’s throat as the imprisoning force of Ganondorf’s forearm crushed the upper portion of the young hero’s slim neck, much to the dismay of the transformed Princess, who viciously roared into the smiling face of the Gerudo king, earning no more response than a tiny chuckle and the further choking squeeze of his forearm enveloping his victim’s carotid artery while Riju’s eyes blinked awake, stunned with terror at the sight that awaited her, yet too fatigued, both physically and emotionally, to do anything but watch.

“Princess, you may be able to defeat me in that form yet, while I have yet to devour the power of all the secret stones…but may you trade in the life of your dearest hero for it, hm? The one so beaten and bloodied because of your failure to defeat me so many years ago? I will say this once and only once, surrender before me, you might have the power to defeat me in that form…but at the cost of this one? No, that is your weakness…love. The both of you, and now that weakness is within my grasp, and you will kneel to my power, will you not, princess?” He told her, the foul truth of his words piercing deeper than any sacred sword could, his fist shining with the imprint of the triforce of power, resonating within her draconic form as her chest began to shine in turn.

Slowly at first, then rapidly, Zelda’s fearsome form shrank. Her body slipping through the gaping hole she had punched through the castle’s walls, reptilian scales withering into tiny plates of draconic skin that soon disappeared altogether between the perfect porcelain flesh of her human form. 

A 1000 years seemed to have only enhanced the divine beauty of the Hylian princess, her soft cherub face rounded out by plump cheeks and tight, glossy pink lips that quivered with fear and defeat, the flowing fabric of an ancient Zonai dress wrapped around her figure as she watched the eyes of her hero, begging, pleading for her to put the fate of the kingdom first and eviscerate the evil that lied before them while she could…

She would have given him anything…but that one request, as much as it pained her, she could not honor.

Her feet wobbled with uncertainty as she bent to her knees, shock and horror consuming Link’s muddied, scar-riddled face, choking out one of his signature grunts only for it to die in his throat as he was tossed to the ground and stomped beneath Ganondorf’s foot, crushing down into his spine.

Zelda tossed the emerald skinned behemoth a look of pure hatred, but he paid it no mind, much too concerned with the swinging pendant of the sacred stone hanging on her neck, right against her chest, teasingly swinging before him with the promise of the unquestionable dominance he had sought for millenia, him and his every descendant before him. Ruthlessly, he grabbed it, yanking the Princess up by the pendant and crushing the sacred stone of light within his bearish palm, suspending her in the air like she weighed nothing at all, face dangerously close to hers and forcing her to take in the scent of his body…a scent much unlike the warm, comforting smells of the flourishing wildlands and piney oaks that she had grown so used to in Link.

No, Ganondorf Dragmire’s overpowering musk was like a dark inversion of all that she loved in the hero of the wild. His was one of iron, blood and an awful, bubbling concoction of hot magma and brimstone the likes of which could challenge the potency of death mountain’s deepest mining tunnels itself. An offensively carnal, masculine potency that had conquered every one of them…and which was now furiously, angrily demanding she admit to her failure, to proclaim her defeat and yield to his power as she so desperately resisted for oh so many years.

And this time…she did exactly that.

“...Take the stone, Ganondorf. Claim Hyrule, kill me. But please…please, spare them, I beg of you.” Tears fell upon the floor of the castle as her pleading whimpers echoed about, not a care shown by Ganondorf as he smugly smiled and snapped the pendant away from her, his face a grotesque vision of satisfaction as the twinkling gems within his hand pulsed harder than ever before and hissed violently as though aware of the defiance of the natural order that was occurring at this moment, fighting back against the will of the monstrous force taking ownership of them. Yet even they could only oppose him for a short few moments, crushing to dust in his palms and flashing with an enormous flood of light that bathed the entire castle and spilled out in deep pink rays traversing across all of Hyrule for a short moment.

When the light passed, an even more terrifying form of the Demon king awaited the trio. Green skin now blacker than the midnight shadows, scaly and thick, coating his burly musculature and lending his physique a sturdy, solid hardness the likes of which Link doubted a Gleeok’s most powerful thunder strikes could pierce through, his red hair became like a mass of glowing venomous snakes, eyes shining with the same malicious power, and one arm leaking with a strange…pink essence that none had ever seen his gloom powers take on before.

“You…you have what you desire, now…free Link and do as you please Dragmire.”

“As I please? I am a man of my word Princess…but as I remember it, I never said I would let your hero go. Only that his life would be spared. You believe I would let my greatest enemy simply walk free? To gain power from Rauru’s spirit? To gain new allies to challenge me? To embolden you once again to question my rule? No, I may be generous in the lenience I offer you Hylians. No…I will…destroy what little threat your hero poses to me, and perhaps keep him for good measure as well.” He announced, shifting his foot and stomping down on the prosthetic arm of Zonai creation attached to the stump Ganon had left behind, it creaked and whined and glistened with the ancient green glow of Rauru’s spirit lingering within it…but ultimately it was torn away viscerally while Zelda could only flinch and cry, wanting to stand in his place, to act against Ganondorf’s vile display of cruelty, to help in any way she could...but she could not. They were already defeated.

Ganon’s right arm, pulsing with tendrils of the same gooey pink gloom steaming off his body, Link’s tired body jerked and barely managed a fraction of a dodging roll, but it was far from enough, a choking wash of the pink sludge poured atop his body as he writhed and grunted in the expectation that his skin was already being sizzled into a charcoal-black sheet of freshly grilled Hylian. Yet, somehow, he came out unscathed…

Yes, a strange buzzing sensation filled him as he felt his skin almost begin to…shift around his body, a puzzling feeling of bone and muscle being displaced and restructured and…swollen in some places? He had no idea what was being done by him, but from the look on Zelda’s face, cheeks marked bright red with what could only be righteous anger for her beloved knight. Strangely, the empty space where his arm once was began to fill out again, a strange noise of rapidly growing flesh filling the air as the phantom sensation of an appendage where none existed was replaced with the unmistakable tactile rumblings of cold brick against what were unmistakably fingers of flesh and bone. Confused and enraged, he could do nothing but wonder what sort of monstrous creature he had been deformed into under the power of the pink gloom, his attempts to scramble up to his feet stopped as two white moblins, the demon king’s faithful servants, flanked his sides and dragged him by his limp arms, for once the man of few words wished he could work up some rallying cry of hatred that would pierce Ganon’s pitch black heart. But nothing came from his mouth before he was dragged down the stairs, looking deep into Zelda’s piercing green orbs, and then the flaming red of Ganon’s as he gave a self satisfied smile and cracked the double doors to the throne room shut in one loud motion.

—

That image remained imprinted in Link’s mind months afterwards, stoking forth a burning desire within himself to break free from his imprisonment, forgotten and stranded deep within the vestiges of the long forgotten dungeons of Hyrule castle, a relic of a darker, much more barbaric time of the kingdom’s history. At this point, Zelda’s was the most familiar face that remained in his mind…well, a face that wasn’t of a snivelling moblin or bokoblin grossly staring at him from their guard posts and slobbering whenever they weren’t preoccupied with sleeping on the floor and clubbing one another for entertainment.

Really, his “guards” were barely guards at all, but what could be expected from a pack of savage monsters? Sure, the bokoblin race could be surprisingly clever…but with their bestial nature keeping them chained to their basic instincts, they tended to be laughably predictable, and that meant it didn’t take anywhere near as long as one would expect for Link to begin his plan of escape.

With his weapons, armor and tools all taken and hidden away, his usual escapist tactics were vastly dampened, and to make things worse, his new body, which remained a mystery to him without the use of his Purah pad or any clear reflective surfaces with which to view himself, hindered him all the more. Link was always a rather different breed than the classically imagined, strapping built, awesomely large and superhumanly strong figures of masculine excellence that filled the pages of the kinds of saucy bodice rippers Paya would read with his face imagined in her mind…but despite his leanness and somewhat diminutive frame, his body remained sprightly and reflexive. Athletic, speedy and dangerously powerful with what little mass he beared in his tight frame that allowed him to fell Goliath sized beasts with relative ease.

Now though, even without seeing himself, he knew deep down that he had become far, far weaker…his arms that were toned from years spent religiously swinging swords and hammers near twice his size now seemed brittle and light, covered in fair, creamy skin, the scars of battle he once bore across his body seemingly erased as though his very existence as a warrior was wiped away. That alone made him nearly want to bite through his own tongue with the boiling rage he felt at what had been done to him, his power was taken from him, his sword was destroyed, and Zelda and Riju were suffering who-knows-what kind of torture at the infernal hands of the scarlet-haired demon that dubbed himself Ganondorf, but even worse still than his upper body formed into such a helpless frame was what had been done to him below the waist. Ganondorf was many things, but of all the condemnations Link would have tossed the tyrant’s way the moment he could, a lousy swordsman would have never been one of them, he was a combatant the likes of which he’d never encountered before, and such a trained soldier would certainly know how important it would be to keep a firm center and balanced posture in battle.

The bastard was definitely aware of that..why else would he practically cripple his opponent’s strength to swing his blade by weighing down his bottom half with some unknown, overwhelming burden that nearly had him toppling over when he tried to run the wrong way? Not to mention the strange thunderclapping sound that filled the cavernous halls of the dungeon room whenever he moved too suddenly. Surely an attempt to make sure he couldn’t escape his captors by alarming them if he ever ran away!"

But Link would not allow himself to remain dejected and defeated, in spite of his humiliating loss at the hands of the demon king, he was tireless in his pursuit to avenge his allies and claim Ganon’s head, working deep into the night with low squats that pushed his weakened legs to the limit of their strength in an effort to regain his battle propensity. An effort which involved quite a lot of careful movement and ministrations to stop the bursting waves of cacophonous clapping rising from the rapid dropping and rising of his rear.

He was slowly, steadily building his strength back while covertly carving a tunnel into the back of his cell. Soon, soon he’d be out…well, not soon, a month, perhaps? Maybe two…would that be enough time to save Zelda? Every night he heard ghastly wails rumbling from the surface, unmistakably feminine in nature, yet hushed enough for him to be incapable of putting a name to it, and they only seemed to grow worse by the night. Something was happening, and he had to stop it, otherwise, there would be no telling the evil that could be wrought onto the mainland of Hyrule…no, of all the kingdoms of the land.

And then, like a golden opportunity, one day his chance appeared. For the first time since he’d been tossed into the dungeon caverns like a disposable piece of trash, the opening cellar doors creaked open and the high pitched whines of lazing bokoblins rushing to look busy filled the room. A woman’s silhouette was casted down before Link, the sudden incoming light nearly blinding his eyes and keeping him from a full view of who was slowly sauntering his hips before him until the curvaceous figure came into view.

First, he detected the sight of brown-hued skin, bouncy red locks atop the head of a short body with that vivacious smile of hers that Riju always wore, lips glimmering with the glossy blue lipstick she painted across every crease and bump of those puffy mounds and granting the hero hope that she had come to him rejuvenated and ready to defeat Ganondorf together…

But as his eyes began to clear up from the blur of light that poured into his retinas, it became all too clear that the Riju before him was a far cry from the longtime friend who aided him across all manner of perilous adventures. Her waist, already trained and trim, had become even more slender than before, which made the enormity of her newly expanded hips that much more obvious (and magnetically enticing to feast the eyes upon as Link felt himself gulp and shake away impure thoughts spurned by their image out of his mind), the jewelled waistband of her trademark skirt stretched out to the very limit of its elasticity, and wavy green fabric parting around both of her legs, thighs phat and juicy with an iron hard strength that contested Urbosa’s gigantic barrel thighs themselves.

“Riju…” Link began, failing to find the words and battling between looking Riju in the eyes and staring down at the slopes of her meaty legs. Thankfully for him, the desert Queen was quick to chirp in and carry the conversation for him.

“Awww, Linky, what’s wrong? Are you all lonely and sad, cooped up in this tiny cage because you tried to face the king? Don’t be mad, dearie, I mean…it was a pitiful loss, but you shouldn’t take that personally. Everyone loses to Ganon…it’s like a toddler facing a grown man, you should be proud you got as far as you did, I’d say that makes you quite the warrior, but well...now, I think we both know you’re far from a warrior now, aren’t you?” She chuckled, an almost motherly lilt in her voice as she reached through the bars of the cell and grazed her green tinted fingernails across the young man’s hairless chin.

“Riju…you’ve been changed, this isn’t right. Something…the pink gloom, it’s…he used it on you, didn’t he?” Link’s eyes widened in horrific realization, met only by a playful giggle as Riju retracted her arm and watched him with a kittenish pride in her eyes, like an animal playing with its prey and loving every moment of it.

“Awww…is that what you believe this is? So naive, but well, I suppose you can’t be blamed. I was…improved according to lord Ganon’s desires, yes…but it’s so much more, you really have no idea how your precious Hyrule has changed, do you? Why don’t I show you then, guards, open the cell, and keep your disgusting hands to yourselves, please. You wouldn’t want King Ganon knowing you’ve touched his property, would you?” She ordered the guarding bokoblins, further displaying the strange new change in her behavior that troubled Link to no end, her commanding, confident and regal nature remained…but twisted, arrogant, cocky and prideful with a hint of sadistic happiness in the power she wielded over the monsters, who bleated at one another with fearful eyes at the mere thought of drawing Ganon’s ire by their impudence.

The bars noisily clinked into the wall, pushed open by a moblin that Riju brushed past, the usual Queenly stride she employed tinted with a wide, swishing motion that saw her wide hips swivelling and a strange, ominous, fleshy percussion beat of papapapapap that rang oddly similar to the one his movements made these days…

“Riju, I don’t know what…what magic he used on you, but I can help you, we’ll make it better together. Free you and Zelda, don’t you want that?”

“Free me? Hah, and what if I don’t want to be freed, hm? Who told you I was captive anyhow? Oh Link, you truly do never change do you? Always so goodhearted…and always so obsessed with that Hylian princess of yours…I almost can’t believe that I was ever jealous of her, spending those nights in my room fantasizing about you when you’re…this now.”

“Wait…you…w-wha…hold on just a second-” before Link could let the full weight of the absolute bombshell that had been so unceremoniously dropped on him sink in, the snap of a camera flooded his ears with the sudden burst of light like a flashbang blocking out the vision of his photosensitive eyes all at once.

“Tsk, Hylia be damned, do I have to spell it out for you? It’s embarrassing enough knowing I had the hots for you, but well…I will say, looking at you now, you were always kind of cute, I quite like the new and improved Link.” She tittered, tapping away at a Purah pad she’d plucked off her hip that somehow went unnoticed by him (so much for being a hero with that kind of perceptiveness, the old Link would have seen that from a mile away…) and presenting him with a shocking image of…himself?

He’d always been rather…androgynous, his escapades strutting through Gerudo town in his now infamous “vai armor” (one that Riju herself seemed to be quite fond of in fact), now though…now he looked like a full on bona-fide WOMAN. And to make it that much worse, a damn near carbon copy of Zelda, with his youthful cherub face and softened features, shrunken nose and puffy lips like airbrushed perfection, his visage just barely differentiating itself from his lovers by way of his shorter hair and the vaguely tomboyish look she  HE had about himself.

“Seriously, I mean, I know there’s no mirrors here, but you must be pretty dense to not have figured out what the hell happened to you all this time, Linky. I mean, have you just been cooped up here, too busy crying about Zelda all day to even check if you still have your dick!? Hell, at this point I might as well bite the bullet and do it for you, don’t get mad if you don’t like what ya see~”

The effeminate blonde couldn’t even let out the beginnings of a strangled whine from his throat as the Gerudo princess dropped to her knees and yanked down the waistband of Link’s pants like it was no one’s business, popping a lewd squat with her feet poised against one another and the arch of her back curved into a bowstring shape and offering him an unrestrained sight of what he knew he hoped to see of Riju’s new enhanced body since she walked into the cell.

The oversized moons of Riju’s wobbling rear end truly lived up to the monumental width of her hips, bubbly mounds of padded fuck-fat built to cushion the epic blows of a rutting monstrosity of a male specimen whose primal thrusts could best the battering strength of a golden lynel. 

With his eyes instinctively latching onto the teasing crack that crested the point where those humungous, hypnotizing twin asscheeks mashed together as one, Link could feel his cheeks flustering a bright volcanic red while his cock twitched feebly between his thighs, setting himself up for the peak of humiliation as Riju licked her lips, unbuckled the fastening belt of his archaic tunic and yanked it down to reveal…

A pale, underwhelming, thumb-sized nub of pinkish Hylian dick that looked like it had a bad case of arrested development. Confronted with the sight of his member for the first time since he had been changed, Link gasped in utter shock at the true extent of the defilement his body had faced. He’d never been an awe inspiringly hung young man, a modest five inches of  marble white Hylian manhood that, according to Zelda was “just perfect”.Now though, somehow, even if you were to hold a magnifying scope up to its meager length to create the appearance of a sizable shaft, there would be not the singlest sense of masculinity throbbing within his undersized cock and balls that once was. 

It was undoubtedly meant to be a “male” organ, but its smoothness, its stature, the shape and texture that seemed to outright hide any of its distinguishing features as the breeding tool it was meant to be, with its barely visible piss-slit, shrunken frenulum that merged with its corona, and the shrunken spheres of his fragile balls, barely bigger than a pair of cashew nuts, displaying the utter erosion of any presence of testosterone within Link’s body. 

“Oh…by Hylia’s tears, that’s fucking hilarious! I mean, I know that Ganondorf shrunk it, but if you’re this small..I get the feeling that you never really had much going for you in the dick department anyway. Sheesh, some ‘master sword’, huh? My thumb’s bigger than you! You should feel ashamed really, having so many women in the kingdom pining for you when this is what you had to offer…” Riju spat out, giggling like she’d heard the best joke of her life as she flicked the diamond hard nub of Link’s stubby pinprick.

“S-stop that! It hurts! What did Ganon do to you…you’d never be this…mean to anyone before…” Link grumbled, his voice whiny and effeminate, achieving nothing but beckoning Riju to bully him all the more as she laughed at the hero’s disgusting attempts to gain her sympathy.

“Well, can you blame me Linky? Just fucking look at you? You make it so fucking easy. All that posturing as a hero just to end up a wimpy lil Hylian bitch locked up by Ganon’s power…that face, that voice, this teeny weenie cute little cocklet just begging to be chained up like the useless thing it is…and let’s not forget that giant HUNK OF BULLY-BAIT ASSMEAT YOU’VE BEEN HAULING AROUND THIS ENTIRE TIME!” She cackled, a whimper rising through Link’s throat as she twirled him around effortlessly, smiling wickedly as she CRACKED one of her hands against the side of what could only be described as an ivory sea of chunky Hylian booty that even a fully grown Hinox’s eye would struggle to fully take in the expansive surface area of.

Her sharp nails sunk into the hefty hills as Link finally looked behind him and for the umpteenth time that day gawped and gasped at the vision of the full extent of just how much he’d been altered. Riju, for her part, seemed rather excited to be in the presence of what had to be the most HUGE, UNWIELDY, SPECTACULARLY SOFT BUBBLE BUTT TO GRACE HYRULE FOR CENTURIES (as much as she hated to admit it…yes, that likely even included her own…), reaching down to hoist up the fabric of the ancient tunic and bounce the underside of Link’s gigantic ass around for her viewing pleasure, recording the rippling, eye-capturing motion of silky soft spankflesh smacking against one another and clapping in the air before gracing it with a wet, sticky blue lipstick mark right in the middle of one massive white cheek.

“God…just look at all this PHAT HYLIAN BOI-BOOTY? Geez, it’s like a goddamn pair of Hydro-melons hanging off your hips! I bet I could serve this up for a feast in the dry season back in Gerudo town and all the sisters would be feasting away on every last morsel of your tasty hero cheeks~ Mmm…maybe that’s how you’re gonna earn your keep here, while I can’t sate myself with Ganondorf’s divine dick, I’ll have my fill sampling the delicacy of your juicy ass…” She trailed off, stopping herself for a moment as she suddenly BURIED HER FACE INSIDE THE CREVICE OF WARM JIGGLE-MEAT WITH HER TONGUE SLURPING ALONG THE PUFFY RING OF LINK’S BUILT-TO-FUCK ASSHOLE! FEASTING AWAY LIKE A STARVING VAGRANT RATHER THAN A DIGNIFIED QUEEN WHILE THE PHAT-CHEEKED BLONDE’S LEGS SHIVERED AND HIS BRAIN SPARKED AWAY WITH SENSITIVE RUMBLES OF PURE PLEASURE WRACKING THROUGH HIS BODY!

“U-urghnnnnn…n-nhooooessss…d-don’t bully my ass with your tongue, Riju! I-it’s too sensitive…I-I’m…” Link huffed heavily, thighs jiggling and tongue hanging out of his mouth, slurring his words as he absentmindedly watched the entrance to the cell, ashamed at the budding seed of lust strumming deep within him as he watched the moblins and bokoblins snarl at the scene before them, loincloths tented by solid bulges of thick, meaty cocklengths that seemed seconds away from bursting free from what little cloth held them back and being stroked off until they spewed off gallons upon gallons of hot, hole-clogging monster ball-grease to powerhose her his guts like a human spunk-bucket to serve their desires…

“FUCKKKKKKKK~ cummingcummingcumming…’MCUMMINLIKEAFUCKINBITCHALLOVERTHATTONGUE~💞💞💔” Link’s mewls, once trying to remain quiet to save face, descended into primal, growling pleasure as he screamed like a complete and total girly boyslut, his body toppling over entirely and leaving him prone on the floor, the pale mountain of sweat-soaked PAWB ass still quaking endlessly with the tremulous shivers of his pleasure-wracked figure still continuing, his teeny balls clenching and quivering while his tiny twig of a cock sputtered along with watery squirts of girly boi-cum that formed a veritable lake of the stuff on the floor.

Riju, in a show of the utter depravity she had descended into, nearly instantly began to lap the stuff of the floor, making a show for the frustrated moblins as their veiny cocks stood achingly hard and horny, but they were denied their ultimate desire for the cum-slurping Gerudo Queen before them. She gulped down the morsels of cum she could lick away with a satisfied smirk, playing with the remnants that dressed her chin and the top of her lip before continuing to speak to the spent hero who clearly seemed to barely be capable of breathing, much less listening to her mocking words.

“By Din…mmmm, hahaha, silly me! I almost thought with all that cum you shot out of your teeny girldick, you might have had a bit of masculinity left! But nope! All that “cum” is just as potent as a Gerudo woman’s squirt! Mmnnn…but it sure is tasty…all that fruity fuck-juice flying out of that limp, useless fucking dickhole. Ganondorf is the one and only man that can make me drop down on my knees for his cock, but with how teeny your wimpy boy-clit is…it’s basically not even a dick at all! I’m glad I came here while those stupid Hylian knights of yours were holding up my king, I just might have found my new favorite pet and a nice little snack for when daddy’s out of commission…” 

Her sultry voice sang while she stood menacingly over Link’s tired form, the mention of the knights drawing him out of his orgasmic stupor, a flicker of the hope that he had so long held onto with a dim part of himself knowing just how useless it must have been jolting through him at the thought that the kingdom had yet to fall. The knights were advancing…yes, of course they were. Purah, the Zora tribe, the Gorons…even the Gerudo forces would not so easily yield to the presence of a being as malevolent as Ganon declaring himself the unquestioned ruler of the land, maybe, just maybe there was hope in them, that with their aid, he could beat the demon king and free Riju from whatever…this was.

“W-wait, did you say knights-GMNPHHHHHHHH~🩷” 

Before he could get so much as a sentence in, Link was rolled over onto his back, a shadow dwarfing his head in the shape of two enormous bootycheeks casting down against his upper half before closing in on his face with the unceremonious suspension of literal pounds of ginormous Gerudo plap-bait smacking into his face with a legendary WHAP the likes of which contested the noise of a lightning strike brought down by the thunder-helm itself. 

“Shhhhh…see, that’s one thing I like about you Link, you’ve never been big on words, always an action man. Let’s keep that aspect of you, hm? Start with acting on my commands and digging that inferior Hylian tongue through my ass like a good boy~ There’s a gift in there specially reserved for you, and since you’ve been such a nice nasty dungeon-slut for momma Riju today why don’t I do something else for you that I know you’re going to love and tell you about all you’ve been missing out on? I’ll even show you with these lovely videos I took on this Purah Pad you so generously offered to king Ganon, hehehe~” She told him, shuffling her juicy donk, smaller than Link’s, but trading in the sheer size for a firm, youthful ripeness and totally cellulite free surface to the mouthwatering orbs, digging her hands into the caramel brown fuckmeat and adjusting her position painstakingly so her cheeks covered as little of Link’s eyes as possible…now merely suffocating every breathable orifice on his face with the spicy jasmine scent mixed with pure sweat and sex that wafted off her delectable asshole.

And yet, even with the brain-breaking fragrance of Riju’s divine ass-crack saturating his senses, Link held strong, proving to the bouncy-assed bully brat furiously working her majestic bubble-ass over his face that despite his weakened body, his courageous spirit trudged on and valiantly remained.

An average man of any of the races of Hyrule faced with the same situation would likely descend into immediate worship before the sheer superiority and overwhelming majesty of such a phat, juicy set of heaving brown whore-cheeks, disregarding Ganondorf in his inhuman strength of will, there wasn’t a single male specimen (and a very substantial number of females) that wouldn’t be rendered an utter drooling slave to her whims at the barest of teasing winks, a smirk, and one hand smacking into the wobbling valley of coffee-colored booty. Yet here was Link, remaining resolute, even as his face looked like it was about to go purple from a mixture of suffocation and the pressure of grappling with his instinctive desire to sloppily slurp over every inch of thick Gerudo-meat he was ordered to like a good little boy and make his dearest Riju feel so, so good~💗💗💞

She was clearly amused by this display of defiance, only more certain in her declaration that she would claim him as her pet, but where once she would be filled with admiration and inspiration at the sight of the Hylian heroes defiant spirit in the presence of his enemy’s seemingly insurmountable assault against him, it seemed she had taken after Ganondorf in her need to defile and corrupt the innocent. His purehearted desire to remain steadfast to his ideals in the face of the human embodiment of the lustful corruption that the demon lord sought to infest all of Hyrule with only emboldened her attempts to force her taint upon him, and so she giggled heartily, Purah Pad held up behind her and before link’s eyes as she wagged it in his face and went on to speak.

“Awww, Linky, such a good ole hero boy! You don’t want to yield to this big, beautiful, EVIL ass Lord Ganondorf gifted me with~? Mnnn, how lovely for you…but it’s too bad, really…there were so many hints for where your precious princess was in the video I was about to show you…but I guess without you EATING THIS ASS LIKE THE SISSY-SLAVE BITCH YOU ARE, I’m just gonna have to haul this big booty away with the key to saving her…OHNNNNNNNN~! Mnnnghhhh…yeah, that’s a good boy~ Make sure you dig in real deep in momma Riju’s ass baby, you’re gonna loveeee what’s in there~❤️💖” 

Her threats turned into pleasured sighs as Link almost instantly crashed his small, slender hands into the sides of each colossal chunk of jiggly fuck-flanks and WHAPPED them over his face, parting his lips and stretching his tongue out with his oral cavity opened wide and latching onto the outer edges of Riju’s puffy pucker with a passion that nearly outdid the first kiss he shared with princess Zelda!

“Mnnnn…Your princess is gonna be jealous, you know? The way you’re making out with that asshole sure as hell doesn’t seem like something you’re doing JUST for her…I understand though, dear Linky, it was the same for me, when Ganon showed me just what Gerudo women are really made for…in fact, why don’t I show you right now? You’re quite lucky to get such a wonderful meal while you watch all this, so I’ll make sure to eat my fill too while I can~” She tittered, balancing the Purah Pad atop the cleft where her meaty smack-spheres came together, the sheer size of them enough to keep the revolutionary slab of sheikah technology upright and angled directly into Link’s eyes while she leaned down and pinched her fingers down on Link’s puny prick making him mewl desperately into her asscrack~

The titillating torture his groin was subjected to did nothing but leave his sensitive “semen” spewer twitching madly while he tried and failed to conceal his obvious pleasure, meanwhile, the dark screen of the purah padglinted the radiant Sheikah blue before it began to roll the clip that sent Link’s weeping wimp-dick from it’s barely half “hard” state into a full, raging red nub of a sissy clit between his thick, wobbly thighs. The video wasted no time in showcasing the utter depravity that the demon lord had been getting up to above ground, the throne room of Hyrule castle had been wildly transformed…a consistent theme of Ganon’s endeavors since his hostile takeover, still regal and dignified in how it was adorned with silky spools of bright red curtains and carpets leading to his throne, the golden frame adorned with bones dressing the spine of the seat upon which Hyrule’s ruler sat.

Of course, Link’s attention was far from the new, disturbing gothic architecture that so greatly defied the sensation of the Goddess Hylia’s purifying light that filled the royal chambers each time he was there.

If anything, Link’s eyes were drawn to the chief source of darkness outpouring through the throne room in literal spools of shadowy malice hissing off of the most ABSURDLY IMMENSE, GIGA-HUNG, BEASTLIKE EBONY STUD-SHAFT TO EVER SWING BETWEEN A BEEFY PAIR OF MUSCLEBOUND MALE LEGS IN ALL OF HYRULE!

The thatchy shrub of bright red hair that must have coated Ganondorf’s groin was concealed from his eyes, only barely visible when the clapping mass of silky chocolate breedmeat Link was growing very, very familiar with right this instant viciously PLAPPED down atop Ganon’s rock-solid abdomen in an eardrum bursting rhythm that could only be produced by the titanic clash of a hulking, obese shaft of slutwrecking Gerudo-cock with an equally astounding set of exotic desert asspadding.

Riju’s face, while just as beautiful as it was now, was a far cry from the sensual, teasing smirks and bullying demeanor she proudly displayed now, the screen was almost dominated by the vision of absurdly thick, doughy cheekmeat clapping over Ganon’s towering black obelisk of a cock, but for whatever reason…Link found his vision magnetically attached to the vision of the flaming-haired dark lord, whose lusty groans of pleasure echoed like a wild boar asserting its territory and had his puny penis sputtering away with buckets of sweet sissy-squirt that Riju opened her mouth to accept and swallow vigorously. The veins running along Ganondorf’s sculpted abs, blocky mounds of muscle as thick and hard as a darknut’s armor, coated with a deep red happy trail of pubic hair that matched with the beastlike rug of red fur running along his forearms.

The demon lord truly looked like the best of animal and man merged together in his new form, the pure power of his beastly transformations mingled with the masculine perfection of his absurdly massive body to create a truly unreal figure stirring…strange sensations within Link.

“Ah ah ah, don’t pump out all of that useless sissy-slop just yet Linky. Watch carefully~ I remember this like it was yesterday, I know it sounds stupid, but it feels like my whole life was just waiting for that moment when Ganon popped my lil cherry and made me his fuckmeat bitch~ Just started as a little bet, he used the pink on me and promised he would let you go and spare my kingdom from his forces if I could make him cum all over this meaty monster-ass without cumming once. Fuck, could you imagine that? Even I’d never be so cruel as to deny my sisters the divine presence of lord Ganon’s fat, heavy conqueror cock using them as the goddesses intended~♥️♥️♥️” Riju explained, diving down and easily engulfing Link’s “cock” between her lips, hoovering up his diminutive dick-stump with her fingers strategically squeezing the base of his nuts to stop them from achieving the release they desperately desired.

Link was practically in the throes of a spasming seizure from the mixture of pleasure and pain he was subjected to under Riju’s control, yet in stark contrast. He watched as the very same woman who was effortlessly making him a GERUDO ASS-HUFFING BOOTYSLAVE TO PAMPER HER PHAT CHEEKS AND GET CLOBBERED BETWEEN THEIR OVERWHELMING MASS FOR HER SADISTIC PLEASURE was climbing the thighs of Ganondorf as he growled and grumbled his approval, her body soaked in sweat while she achingly worked her hips in traditional Gerudo fashion, calling upon the rites of an ancient mating dance the likes of which were said to leave the average Hylian male who so much as dared to view would be wrought with an instant frenzy of breeding lust and be ready to spurt the full contents of their balls and brains in one white hot, throbbing climax of instantaneous pleasure to spawn the next generation of Gerudo warriors…

And yet, Ganondorf seemed to merely asses her efforts with a greedy chuckle of amusement, one thick, bearish hand, adorned with gaudy, jewelled bangles and bracelets in his usual showy fashion, WHAPPING down with an epic force that rumbled through the halls of the throne room and instantly seared Riju’s plush posterior with a massive, scarlet red handprint that throbbed brightly. Link could see the pain on her face, the offence she took to being smacked around like some unruly whore when she was the Queen of one of the most powerful races of warrior women in all of Hyrule…and yet, behind the scowl of disapproval and whining look of disgust her face formed, he could feel that there was something lying beneath the surface, in her sharp teeth nipping down against her bottom lip, the glossiness of her eyes looking back at the man she was throwing back her hefty asscheeks for and panting and heaving harder than she had in any battle Link had seen her in…

She was enjoying this, even if she didn’t realize it, everything, from the tenseness in her worked up, small but tight springlike muscles that powered every wobbly fuck-bounce of a twerk she gave from the motion of her worryingly wide hips. Whether it was merely the enjoyment of a worthy challenger of such astounding power that he could not only resist, but overcome her domineering spirit near effortlessly, or somehow something more he couldn’t tell, but any thought he might have given to the scene before him was immediately quashed by the simultaneous PHWAPPPPPP~! That signalled Riju flexing the muscles of her ass to part those chunky cheeks against either side of Link’s face, push her ass upwards to force his nose deep into the entrance to her backdoor fucktunnel, and the sound of Riju on the clip trying to admonish the gigantic ebon beast behind her and sounding like a whining bitch in heat were all unmistakable proof of the hidden delight she revelled in at bearing the brunt of Ganon’s sexual brutality.

“Ohnnnn~ Y-you…fucking nasty pig brute piece of shit! Y-you think just because of those silly legends about some King being born into the Gerudo every hundred years, I’d bow to my knees and go along with all your insanity! I’m the QUEEN of the Gerudo tribe! Defeating you in battle would have been easy enough, but making this…this thick, nasty, brutal bastard-cock of yours cum should be child’s play! Just…any minute now, I’m gonna break your cool and you’ll be painting this ass with your jizz before you admit defeat, hmph!” Riju declared, the shivering between her words making it apparent that even she couldn’t fully believe what she was saying, bouncing along on autopilot with her clearly tired legs shivering incessantly made it easily observable that she was not nearly as assured in her victory as she would have had her opponent believe.

“Herh, you are truly spirited, I see that the Gerudo have not lost what made them such great soldiers in my rule…and much better bedmates. I’ve never seen a child of the desert as small as you, and a Queen? This ass certainly stands out amongst your sisters…a woman like you would have been my head concubine during my rule, quite the enviable position, no? Wealth, power, and the exclusive attention of what will soon be Hyrule’s most sought after man…” Ganondorf told her, his baritone voice ringing with an ethereal reverb, the grin he almost certainly had on his face somehow nauseatingly apparent despite the fact that the camera of the Purah Pad did nothing to capture it.

“W-wha? B-be your concubine? Peh, your head must be emptier than an Octorock’s skull! I’m gonna win soon, gonna win…just you fucking wait and I’m gonna make this big useless monsterdick you’ve got fucking…c-k-CUMMMMMMMM~❤️❤️💘!” Riju persisted, somehow drawing from a well of strength deep within herself that even she had never glimpsed before, kicking her motions into triple gear as the wet thuds of her monstrous cheeks were suddenly outdone by the depraved chorus of two distended, stallion-like stud-nuts WHAPWHAPWHAPPING against her sodden slit as Ganon, for the first time, began to thrust in tandem with her cock-milking ministrations. Link had no idea how, but somehow, he felt like he could smell…no, taste the heady musk of pure unfiltered, boar-like breeder balls and brain-melting stud-scent filling Hyrule’s throne room through the screen…and in a moment of weakness (and primal cocklust the likes of which only a truly broken dicksleeve sissy slut could muster up…), his tongues already ravenous motions grew to a frenzied ass-licking fervor as though he wished to consume the essence of Ganondorf’s manly bull-stink through the crevice his cock had so thoroughly claimed as its own.

“PAH! Oh God, I’m almost embarrassed thinking about that! To think I almost gave up a chance like that, could you believe it? Being Ganondorf’s top bitch with damn near exclusive access to that Goddess-blessed fuckpole of his…mmm, from the way your lil dicky is sputtering around from how I’m talking about it, I’m thinking you’re quite excited by the idea of it too? And licking my ass like such a good little boy…honestly, maybe I should ask Ganondorf for permission to make your face my permanent throne, ufufufu~ call me impatient but I’m gonna skip ahead a bit…I want you to see the real highlight of the show…and make sure you keep eating this ass like that dearie! It’s very important~” 

Riju mocked him, reaching one hand behind her and barely avoiding toppling the Purah Pad over as she swept along the screen and let frames of the depravity that occurred within that throne room. Her bent over at the hip, barely needing to lower herself to slavishly worship the mighty obsidian mass of Ganon’s megalithic breeder dick, her suspended in the air by nothing but the overwhelming strength of Ganondorf’s enormous paws while he sampled her trembling teen Queen cunt like it was the sweetest, juiciest hydromelon to be found in an oasis of the Gerudo desert, then finally playing the feed at a frame that made Link’s cock nearly squirt in spite of the chastity forced upon him by Riju’s relentless fingers.

The sheer towering size of Ganon’s enormous bulk was now on full display, his shadow enveloping Riju’s entire body as the camera was aimed towards her face. At some point, they’d moved to the royal bedchambers, embroidered silk fabric crunched between Riju’s fingers as the light glinting off the camera illuminated the almost pitch black shadow that consumed the nighttime atmosphere. He had to be a good ten feet tall in his new form now that Link could get a good look at him, utterly dwarfing Riju’s five foot nothing structure that allowed him to effortlessly shift her into his desired position on the den of sex and sin that was about to be made of the emperor-sized bed he laid her upon.

Riju panted hoarsely, coarse groans rising through the depths of her throat as Ganondorf greased her immaculate derriere with pounds upon pounds of fresh chu-jelly, his fingers digging into the crevice of those massive meat-buns and clearly, judging from the way her eyes went wide with disbelief, mouth agape and letting out a chorus of soundless screams as her anal walls were explored and widened by the dark King’s expert fingers.

Then, like a snarling beast hovering over his prey, he laid his full weight atop her, only further emphasizing the absurd size difference between the two as one hand greased his own cock with sticky globs of chu-jelly, a distant thought ringing in Link’s mind as he watched the display that made him wonder what evil was possessing his thoughts…

“God, he’s so fucking huge…would I look like that? Beneath Ganondorf…being claimed by him…”

“ANH~! W-wait! Y-you’re…that’s the wrong hole, dummy! I said I would let you…t-take me if I lost, I didn’t say…”

Riju’s whimpering protests were immediately struck down by Ganon’s firm, dominating hand, overflowing with the power of the triforce and clapping down with more force than a heavy artillery shell shot, beefy fingers CLOBBERING at her wobbly bubble spheres with one hand while the other firmly dug into her deep red hair and pinned it to the bed, prostrating her before him like the submissive bitch he was while he slowly, steadily began to push his enormous cockhead through the untouched ring of her asshole.

“When I say I’ll take you, it means I decide how it is done, you are a fine concubine…but unruly, the gift of my shaft piercing through your pussy is far beyond what you deserve. I will take your ass as mine instead until you learn your place, and once you do…well, you better get used to taking your king’s cock down this ass, because I’m gonna be doing it until I think you deserve the gift of the king of Hyrule’s divine seed.” Ganondorf glowered down at her, and with his fists now steady on the sides of the bed, the veiny muscle of his thick forearms caught in all their dark glory by the camera as the oiled-up, shiny flanks of Riju’s ass parted around the oversized obelisk of Ganon’s cock.

“OHNNNNN! B-by Din! Y-you’re fucking DRILLING MY ASS!! Goddess…fuck…it hurts…it hurts so…good~💖💖🩷?” Even Riju couldn’t understand her own reaction as her body seemed to instinctively, biologically accept the presence of the supreme stud defiling her most taboo orifice, the tightly sealed tunnel of her backside opening up bit by bit and seemingly greedily wrapping against all the pitch-black Gerudo cock it could get. 

An awful, obscene, furiously arousing sound that made poor Link desperately wish he could cum like a bitch to the beautiful sight of an alpha boar in the beginning phases of his awe-inspiring rutting frenzy spilled out from the speakers of the Purah Pad, a warbling, wet chorus of flesh parting against Ganon’s pistoning python-cock with each engorged, veiny inch slamming into Riju’s tight tush.

 PSKLRSCHHHHHHHHHH~!

“FUCK~💔! So. MUCH. FUCKING DICK IN MY ASS! ARHHHHHH! YOU’RE BREAKING IT! YOU’RE BREAKING IT GANON! MY PUNY LITTLE GERUDO ASS IS GONNA BREAK ON ALL OF THAT BURLY BREED-MEAT💔💔💔! DO YOU LIKE THIS, YOU FUCKING ANIMAL? YOU LIKE TREATING THE QUEEN OF THE GERUDO LIKE YOUR TINY COCK-SOCK YOU’RE ABOUT TO DRILL RIGHT THROUGH?! Nghhhhh…why….why DOES THAT MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOOOOODDDDD!?!?!?!💔💔💞💓”

“Oh my God, we’re about to reach my favorite part~! Mmmm, it’s so fucking crazy, isn’t it? My stupid lil bitch brain was still trying to deny Ganon’s superiority after all that time, I would’ve went on thinking that I was meant to be some dignified ruler when the best place to be is between those giant thighs of lord Ganon, worshipping him like any woman worth a damn should~ Now’s right about the time…push that tongue deeper Linky, you’re gonna like what you find~♥️♥️”

At this point, Link had neither the consciousness of thought nor the strength of will to deny his anal oppressor, eyes glued to the screen as the vicious schlorpschlrpshlrppppp~ of his beating tongue raging within Riju’s anal cavity rung out, and then, suddenly, the taste of her essence filling his mind was cut off by a cold, metallic presence…a studded object inserted deep within Riju’s ass that puzzled him and gave him pause, only for any time to think to be stopped by her reaching back and forcefully SHOVING him as deep as he could go with a wild, cross-eyed look of euphoric bliss on her face!

“That’s ittttttt~ Fuck, that’s it! Be a good boy and fish it out for me baby? Earn your fucking prize while you watch how a real man takes his~” She commanded, losing all control of herself and finally letting up her grip on his balls as Link sunk his fingers ever deeper into the perfect brown sea of undulating booty-flesh wobbling atop his face relentlessly. His eyes were bloodshot, saturated as his tongue twirled around the foreign metal object, tasting some strange, musky odor off it that was certainly not metallic…but giving no care as he shamefully indulged in the pornographic showcase unveiled before his eyes.

One would expect that the monsters viewing the scene would be worked up into a frenzied, but quite the opposite would display itself to any who could witness the scene without focusing their complete attention on the sordid scene within the cells. The moblins and bokoblins stationed outside the cell, much different than the raging hard-ons they possessed earlier, had gone limp and meek, shrivelling up within themselves by virtue of the overwhelming presence and power of Ganon’s domineering groans of pleasure, even through a recording on the Purah Pad, the very sound of his baritone voice grunting its desire made it all too clear what Ganondorf’s servants instinctively knew. He was the strongest, the king, and the supreme male was the only one with the right to slake his lusts before his inferiors, even the mere action of sporting a hard-on before such overwhelming power was a sin warranting the punishment of death itself.

“Why? You want to know why your body desires this deep down, my dear ‘Queen’? The Gerudo, even more than the rest of Hyrule’s people, are meant to be mine. Mine to conquer, mine to wield and mine to use, you were just holding my property for me. Why do you think your women are all born with such sturdy bodies? Such wide hips and meaty thighs and bodies built for fighting? You were bred to be perfect servants for my ancestors, soldiers and incubators for the next generation to serve my predecessors…I suppose that’s been forgotten, but that just means I need to hammer it into you bit by fucking bit.” He growled, steel-crafted abs flexing powerfully with each powerful rut that SMASHED into her bubbly brown backside.

The tool corking Riju’s ass was ever so close to coming undone, just as Ganondorf’s legendary stamina seemed to be reaching its end, his already gigantic cock engorging to a new, veiny, steel-solid pinnacle of masculine strength and power, his grunts the symphony of Link’s rapidly dissolving mental faculties, his fat, low-dragging balls thumping off Riju’s thighs as and adding to the wet sounds of sinful, raunchy, ass-plapping sex resonating through the room.

Until, finally, the metal lodged within Riju’s cheeks came undone, dropping free with a ringing clink and the primal roar of frenzied bliss from the Purah Pad at Ganondorf’s sudden, violent, rapturous orgasm timed itself right as the flood of sloshing seed that was hidden beneath the ass-stuffing sex-toy that blocked it from leaking out, now a tidal wave of virile Gerudo king seed came splashing out like a tsunami! Link’s cock instantly reaching its limit and splashing the entire room with as much impotent sissy-jizz as his measly balls could muster up, all while on screen, he watched how a real man came, the boarlike groans of Ganondorf almost as loud as the wet, nasty sounds of a waterfall of backed up bull-jizz seeping out of Riju’s ass and directly into Link’s mouth with the gunky flood of alpha cum stuffing his throat.

On screen, the gut-busting payload of Ganondorf’s cum near instantly overloaded Riju’s asscheeks, splashing back into Ganon’s diamond hard abs as he continued to thrust relentlessly, a sticky, SCHLRPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP intensified by the globs of messy nut that splattered across the bed and greased up Riju’s insides into a pussy-like cock-pocket of pure dick-milking bliss…

“Oh…G-Goddesses…that’s so GOOD…Fuck…mmmnnnn…more, please, Ganondorf~♥️? All that sticky stud-cum…flooding my lil hole… I love it so much~💕💞” Riju declared, a gruff grunt of Ganon’s approval making her mewl submissively in pleasure, revealing the transformation into the woman who was pumping what could only be the mighty, sperm-saturated, hyper-virile squirts of Ganondorf’s hours old ball-cream directly down Link’s throat this very moment…

“No, not Goddesses. Ask your true deity for what it is you desire.” He commanded, idly stirring his cock inside of her with wet, juicy sqlrches echoing out from his lazy fucking motions, nearly instantly drawing a screaming response from Riju as her eyes glazed over and her lips took on that strange, unfamiliar, viciously biting smirk she’d had since she first entered the room.

“Ohnnnn…Lord Ganondorf, my king…no, my GOD. Please…grace me with your seed again, I need it…I NEED it, master~”

The video was long finished when Riju had ceased in allowing Link to eat his fill of Ganon’s protein rich ball-jelly, and by then, he had passed out with exhaustion, mentally and physically pushed beyond any limits he once imagined he had as his belly was gravid and full with the weight of another, stronger, superior man’s virile ball-sludge running through every inch of him and making him feel so blissfully OWNED.

Link would try to tell himself that any such thoughts were merely the echoings of a lewd, indecent suggestion planted in his mind by the new, villainous Queen Riju once she had left his body slumped over and breathing bubbles of Ganon’s cum through his nose. Deep down though, even he knew the truth of the origins of his minds deepest thoughts at that time, and worse still, he knew that remembering that thought, even now, as much as his conscious mind would tell him it didn’t, spurred thoughts of deep seated desire and hapless want that he simply could not deny.

“Goddesses…what I would have given for Ganon to have done that to me…”

—

Six more months had passed since then, a fact that Link only barely managed to retain in his mind, ceaselessly counting the days that passed and scratching tally marks into a secluded section of the wall that he had dedicated to that purpose. The hours of nightly training he put in had intensified as his endurance and physical capabilities stretched far beyond what he once could display, not nearly as powerful as he was before, but his jiggly thighs filling out with concentrated muscle fibers that stretched out to his immensely fat PAWB cheeks gave him a new, centaur-like body frame that suited him aesthetically as well as equipped him perfectly with the means to escape.

Now, the endless clapping of his mega-soft sissy-cheeks could be somewhat muted by the pristine muscle control he had practiced night after night, dropping the mouthwatering pounds of porcelain booty-flesh that stretched out his tunic to near ripping at the seams down lower and lower in gruelling reps that were made all the more difficult by the weighty mass of his ass. The call of freedom and duty motivated him through every night…no, he certainly wasn’t dropping his booty like a bitch and learning how to work his juicy sissy-spheres while fantasizing about what Ganondorf would do to him if he were to see the cock-hardening display for himself! How could the hero let himself give into such depraved corruption? Shame upon you for even thinking such a thought!

But while Link certainly had not the slightest thought of fat, mega-hung, cum-spurting Gerudo king cock filling his holes and molding him into a squealing bitch for such a stunningly superior breeding shaft, Riju’s efforts were certainly trying very hard to make him do otherwise. What he expected to be a one time visit (and deep down hoped was not…) turned out to be a very regular routine. She would come sometimes up to three times a week, depending on her mood, and the nature of her frequent mood swings in her treatment of her newly claimed “pet”.

Sometimes, she would be uncharacteristically sweet, jovially spending her days with him and even now and again allowing him to explore the castle outside of his cramped cell, much to his relief and the benefit of his plans as he mentally mapped out the layout of the building in excruciating detail. She would laugh with him, joke with him, share treats and snacks with him and for a brief moment, almost cause him to forget that she shared a bed with the same man who had flayed their closest friends in battle, at least until she made an offhand comment about how Ganondorf was effortlessly beating back the Hylian soldiers that dared to oppose his rule, and chuckled to herself at what would be done to the spirited scientist Purah for her rebellion against the new lord of Hyrule. 

That was on the good days, and however distracting they were, it was only a matter of time until the bad days destroyed any semblance of an idea of an equal friendship between them. When Riju was in her bad moods, she was a force to be reckoned with, outright torturing her pet Hylian boy and pushing him to the very brink of sexual depravity, he would be drowned in buckets worth of day old cum milked straight from Ganondorf’s enormous bitchbreaker, tied up and left suspended in the air for hours while Riju spanked his silky soft hills of enormous sissymeat bright, burning red and ruthlessly degraded into complete ego death.

And while he would never admit it, deep down he had grown to eagerly await either form of her treatment by now. Riju was an obsession for him that went almost as deep as his love and admiration for Princess Zelda herself. She was the embodiment of the corrupted nature of his new mind and body that he desperately wanted to deny, the mistress that held the keys to the awe-inspiring pain and pleasure that his spirit sought out in equal proportions, even if he hadn’t the sense to know that she was.

He didn’t often get an idea of what put her into the mood to so thoroughly and utterly use him to her fullest extent as her personal subby sissy-slave, but from the muttering groans of discontentment she let rise from her turquoise blue tinted lips, he could glean some semblance of trouble in paradise, a mounting jealousy at the fact that she couldn’t retain endless, exclusive availability to Ganon and his majestic breeding shaft. Could that have meant that she was falling out of favor with the beastly behemoth who now ruled over Hyrule with an iron fist? And if that was the case…had he found a new concubine to slake his lusts upon? C-could it have been…

No, that wasn’t it. Couldn’t be it, something else was going on, the armies of Hyrule were launching an unprecedented attack and displaying the true extent of their will to rise beyond the oppression of a tyrant like him. That had to be it, slowly, steadily, they were crumbling beneath the pressure of the true might of the Hylian spirit…that had to be it, right? He had to believe it, for if even he, the very embodiment of the people’s will to struggle and rage against the vile evils that would seek to claim this land could think that such hopelessness, such indomitable power…such manly, unmatched unspeakably sexy, studly might existed in his enemy…how much less could the people stand to fight against him?

For a long time, he had been debating when would be best to launch his escape, he’d secretly carved a route through a section of his cell with an improvised knife, hiding it away from Riju as best as he could, he could slip through easily enough with his torso now the lithe, girlish little thing that it was…though the sheer width of his enormous sissymeat shelf necessitated some extra room to be placed that he hoped wouldn’t give him away. 

He’d explored the lower floors of the castle, but beyond that, everything was uncharted territory. He knew for a fact that the castle’s walls had been…twisted, changed by some machinations of Ganon’s gloom as though he now possessed the power to cast that infernal muck and change the course of reality itself. Everything was taller, wider, and more imposing, statues of himself and landscape paintings of eerie scenery that looked like they were just waiting to launch out a phantom Ganon from within its frame filled the halls that he had been through, and he questioned if he could truly manage to sweep through the building and find Zelda before Ganondorf could…before he did what he had done to Riju to her…

He grappled with the duty he knew he had and his own crippling fear until one day, a special, very good day for Riju where she happily ordered Link on his knees and had him stuff his face deep against the puffy cleft of her bare brown pussyfolds. He didn’t know what to expect at first, but when gallons worth of the chunky off-white cock-juice he had grown a very, VERY acquainted taste for over the past few months, he didn’t have to ask. Riju looked like she had nearly came herself silly just knowing that Link, the man she’d so longed for, who was now in the palm of her hand, was furiously devouring the seed of another man…the BETTER man who had proven himself truly worthy to sire the next spawn of the Gerudo race within her belly…

“That’s right Linky…Ganon, in his great forgiveness, not only released me from my punishment and finally let me feel every inch of that bare black monstercock squeezed inside of this silky Gerudo cuntmeat like it was always meant to be…he’s knocked me up~ can’t you feel it? Every last one of those beefy fucking tadpole wrigglers sloshing around your tongue every time I pump a fat, greasy wad down your stupid long-ear mouth~? I can feel them inside of me, all of them…those big burly sperm globs bullying my puffy pussy until those eggs have no choice but to let them in and have their way inside of me. I used to wonder if there was a purpose for why all Gerudo are born Vai…and now I know, it is for this. For HIM, for this all-consuming pleasure only lord Ganon can give us…♥️♥️♥️” 

She sighed idly to herself, fingers roaming against Link’s scalp and pulling him in for another juicy cunt-queef that rammed a dense deluge of jelly-like ball sludge straight down his starving maw.

“Mnnn…You should probably be worried, hero. Voe like Ganondorf…real voe, not the false pretenders that you and all the other phony kings of this land try to claim themselves as…they can never stop with one~ He’ll ravage his way through every cunt in Gerudo Town…we’ll watch while he makes my sisters craven slaves to his divine rule as Hyrule’s master, united beneath his beefy, burly breeder-cock and begging for just one turn to be blessed by it stretching our holes. But it’s not going to stop there, the Sheikah, the Zora, even some of you silly long-ear whores…Ganondorf will sample every woman of worthy beauty and talent as the ones to sire his spawn, he’ll breed them, just like he did with me, as much as his fat, leathery balls and spunk-spurting cock can shoot out, he’ll fill them and fuck them and make an entire nation of his perfect progeny…Aren’t you worried, hero? Why, there’s a young, fertile, fuckable little Hylian princess within these very walls that he might want a taste of now that I’m good and bred…or are you just hoping he’ll let you watch as he seeds your perfect princess if you’re an obedient little prisoner, hmm?”

Those words were the straw that broke the camel’s back, Link’s motivation had been shot into overdrive at the reminder of what he truly fought for. How could he forget Zelda? The one he’d sworn to protect, to honor…to love for as long as he could as a knight and as a man? Ganondorf may have stripped away his manhood…but he wouldn’t destroy his pride, his honor, his loyalty to the woman he loved, and Link would not allow Zelda to be…defiled by such an animal essence as Ganon’s pulsing pussywrecker, ever! He would sooner give himself over and be mounted and pumped by the vein-riddled inches of the Gerudo emperor’s colossal conqueror cock until he bred his tight boi-hole by the sheer potency of his thick, nasty cumshot…💕❤️❤️

N-not that he wanted that, of course! That was little more than a last resort in case he couldn’t escape with her in tow, he wasn’t feeling his blistering hot pucker squeezing at nothing and glistening wet and soft like an octorock’s lips at the thought of it…his stupid new body just made his juicy fucktunnel constantly lubed up and ready to breed like a sloppy boy-cunt.

But that didn’t matter, because soon enough it would be over, he would excise the pink gloom that had transformed him into this, take back his body and with it Ganon’s life.

Night fell, and with it came the rumbling snores of the monster guards that signalled the beginning of Link’s plots. He stood from where he was perched within his cell, the meditative state he had locked himself siring him into a new state of pinpoint concentration that spurred him into immediate action. He slinked through the gap he had carved like a shadow spilling through the prison bars, a few abrupt sniffles and unexpected groans of the sleeping monsters sending a twitch of fear running up his spine, but thankfully, he remained undetected, their sleep too deep and his movements too careful to disturb the peace that gripped the room.

He could only hope that none of them would awaken suddenly in the midst of the night, he knew one or two of the guards had a tendency to choke on their own built up spittle and rouse themselves from their own slumber, but he couldn’t tell much of a difference between every red and blue bokoblin he saw. He’d killed so many of them that their twisted visages practically coalesced into a single mass within his mind.

That wouldn’t matter, he would have lopped off Ganondorf’s head and set things right by the time any of them knew what had happened, he told himself that in his mind as he approached the towering figure of the slumbering moblin who held the keys out of the dungeon attached to his waist, heart thumping away in his chest like a vicious drumbeat while he carefully untangled the loincloth’s threads from the dangling key attached to it at the waist.

He locked the doors to the dungeon behind him the second he had crept out of its depths for good measure, taking in the scenery of the moonlight rays casting through the windows into the halls, the first time he had seen the moon in months…only now, the iridescent lunar light that made the castle’s inner workings seem so beautiful were replaced with a blood red glow pouring into the walls and making the shadows within look even darker against its scarlet glint.

It wouldn’t take the most educated of Hylians to know what that meant, and with the long history Link had with that accursed light, he instantly picked up on the malevolent presence of an out of season blood moon. A blood moon that he knew, instinctively, had become a constant of Hyrule’s nights, like Ganondorf had planted it there to mock him, a symbol of his failure emblazoned in the very sky itself to display his position of superiority.

For the first time since his imprisonment, Link could feel his blood boil with rage, a fist forming in his hand as he clenched his teeth tightly. He’d planned to search each floor for Zelda at first, but now…well, given that he knew for a fact the scarlet-haired menace would be resting upon his laurels and slumbering the night away in the royal bedchambers. It wasn’t too far fetched that he might have been keeping the princess captive where he could watch her especially closely, treating her to the sight of his raunchy breeding ruts with Riju all the while and waiting to corrupt her just as his newest concubine was.

He ignored the jolt that crept up from his groin at the thought, rage trumping whatever arousal tingling within him (arousal planted by Riju’s torturous ministrations, not his own subconscious fantasies, absolutely not!), keeping himself low as he swerved through the intricate halls of the castle in search of the staircase leading up to its highest floors where the silk-covered bedsheets where Riju’s anal defloration occurred. 

The patrols were shockingly sparse tonight of all nights, the hero wondering whether troops were still out of the castle, fighting against the military forces of Hyrule and ravaging the land wherever he went while he sat cozy in his cell, slurping the dregs of cum from the very man who was crushing them beneath his boot…

A spark of shame lingered within him at that image as he finally approached the floor of the royal bedchambers, eyes locking onto the gold-encrusted, towering double doors that had to be nearly four times the height of Link’s new shrunken body.

There was no time for shame now, only action, and the retribution he’d been dreaming of since his defeat.

The echoing creak of the double doors being pushed open by Link’s lithe, girlish figure filled the air, his low hanging locks of golden hair streaming in behind him and barely avoiding being caught by the thunderous KRAK~ that saw the fine wood panels crashing together behind him.

Somehow though, by whatever miracle that the Goddess Hylia was able to muster for him with amongst the endless barrage of misfortune that had assailed him, Ganon remained deep within his slumber, a fact that became all too obvious by the rumbling snores that bounced off the walls of the room like a Gleeok’s roars. The bed itself was utterly enormous, yet its lavish size only served to display the mutant-like enormity of Ganondorf’s immensely muscular figure, gigantic slabs of studly bull beef stretching out the sheets under which his body was covered.

Another, smaller figure resided next to him, Riju’s sleeping body, a smile of perfect peace upon her glimmering blue lips as she nuzzled into her man, no, her God’s side and inhaled his scent with every kittenish breath she took.

Link’s vision zoned in on the foot of the bed, where Ganondorf’s katana was kept, a memento to the weapon that aided him in destroying the master sword…the very same one that would prove that for all his newfound power, he was still but a mortal man.

His hands shivered as he gripped the hilt of the blade, months ago, he would ready his stance without the slightest hesitation. Now, the sword felt foreign in his soft, tender palms, and his heart beat furiously like the bongos of a Goron musician, a strange sound playing out endlessly in the back of his head the closer he approached, his breaths unsteady while Ganon’s remained smooth and unbothered, his face shining with the self assured peace of a man truly too powerful to be opposed. Yet he was in the most vulnerable position Link could imagine, practically offered up before him like a golden opportunity from the Goddesses themselves…

Why was he so hesitant? Why was his mind so adverse to the thought of making this monster pay the penance of his awful deeds? Why were his eyes so fixed to the look of pure satisfaction on Riju’s face as he slowly, steadily rose his arms up and held his sword high above his head?

All those questions bit and clawed at his psyche piece by frustrated piece, though ultimately, his will held true as he let out his signature high-pitched battle cry and swung his sword down. It’s blade readying to slice through the charcoal-colored flesh of Ganon’s neck and rid the world of his presence permanently.

Or at least, it would have if not for the pale hand that darted out and clasped around Link’s arms just before his weapon could make contact, his eyes drawn to the presence of a bulge below the sheets…one that wasn’t the pitch-black cock-spire of Ganon’s mighty manhood (not by itself, anyway).

A lewd, lascivious noise of “SKCHLORRRRRRRHPPPPPPP~” hit the air, a nasty, slurping vacuum sound that assaulted Link’s ears as the lump beneath the sheets slowly rose, panic filling the Hylian hero as he failed to fight against the clutching strength of the womanly arm restraining his. It was a single instant that filled him with a new shock the likes of which may very well have given him a heart attack, the sheets falling to the wayside as the figure beneath them fully sat up, the drooling head of Ganondorf’s epic cockshaft spilling free of a pair of plush twin lips, full and plump and glossy with spit and the essence of dozens upon dozens of shots of creamy cock-juice smothering them, messy locks as gold as the radiant sun falling around her neck that Link knew all too well.

“Lord Ganon! An assassin in the dead of the night! The work of the cowardly Hylian forces, it must be…oh…i-it’s you…” Zelda stuttered, her impassioned warning full of genuine concern and vicious anger not for the brave men and women of Hyrule who were passionately laying their lives for the chance to save her, but at them. She was disgusted by their virtue, by their hope, by the cloying desire from them to “save their princess” when she wanted nothing more than to be exactly where she was…with him.

Her eyes, as much as they seemed twinged with guilt and shame, showcased the same disgust deep within them, a raging, burning revulsion at the thought that he’d come here to save her as well, that he was still under the impression that she was his, his and not…

“Zelda…you do well to awaken me from my sleep, I see that your knight has finally joined us. And with quite the…exciting gesture of thanks he has presented us with, quite lovely, isn’t it Riju?” Ganondorf’s smug voice boomed out, and immediately Link felt a pressure he’d never known before. The sound of it through that damned video (and the many, many other recordings Riju had shown him over the months) were bad enough, but now, in person…Link could feel his body molding to it, succumbing to the domineering presence of his rumbling vocal symphony and letting the weapon slip out of his hand entirely and fall into his.

“Hmph, I would have sent him back to the dungeon and had the monsters play with him for a week for such a foul greeting, master. And make the long-eared cow-whore of a princess watch too, that seems like a fitting punishment, no?” Riju tittered into her master’s ear, slinking over the bed like a desert snake as she looked deep into Link’s green eyes, still caught up in staring into the princess’ piercing blues as she did his.

So much of her was every bit as beautiful as he remembered it, her youthful cherub face and round, slightly chubby cheeks, eyes wide as an ocean and hair a sunny blonde that truly lived up to the heavenly endowed power of sacred light she was blessed with. Yet it would take naught but a glance below the neck to reveal just how much she had been changed since they were parted from one another.

The “attire” she wore could have passed as “modest”...as well as a fully grown woman with the voluptuous curves and round, juicy slopes and swells to her body wearing a sailor outfit fit for a ten year old girl. The bottom of her dress was now pulled up to the middle of her thighs, which had grown from the already sizeable softness they presented into pillowy soft, milky flesh that could instantly knock a man to sleep with the barest touch of his head against them. Her hips, which were already quite noticeably round, expanded to give her body an exaggerated hourglass shape that was only bested by Riju herself, and while he couldn’t quite see it, Link could instantly tell from how she was sat down on her haunches, the bottom half of her thighs and bubbly soft butt squishing together, just as perky and pert as he remembered it from his many times admiring the sight as she chased after hot-footed frogs, but easily about three times larger now.

“Oi, Link! What’s wrong, hm? Are you shocked? Disappointed? You came all this way to take your princess back…too bad for you, she’s not yours to take. She’s not even a princess now…just Ganondorf’s pale, long-eared cocksleeve… just like me~♥️♥️” Riju tittered, leaning over and pressing her head between the heart shaped cleavage window that was carved into the top of her dress, the fabric-ripping slopes of Zelda’s titanic titshelf fat enough for Riju to bury her entire head beneath the gorgeous abundance of underboob of just ONE of those bouncy breasts. That fact certainly seemed to disturb her, considering how she seemed to stare on at them with an envious glare before speaking into Zelda’s frozen face with a cold, venomous tone.

“Just look at this…this prized Hyrulean whore body that your lovely princess now bears, isn’t it obvious? There was nothing to take, Link. She belongs to Ganondorf, and it’s all because of this.” Riju smiled, her hand reaching down and roaming to the base of a thatchy outcrop of bright red pubic hair from which the vein-engorged root of Ganon’s giant cock sprouted out. Link’s feminine lips parted and he audibly gasped as Riju hefted up the gigantic meat-canon that made his glorious, Godlike cock, weightier and thicker than any Goron hammer he had ever wielded, an unwieldy obelisk of beefy pussy-pumping alpha-meat, joined by a set of dark, leathery, bull-like balls each half the size of a cantaloupe.

“W-what is…P-Princess, this can’t be…this isn’t true, right? Y-you had to do it, to keep Ganon at bay, but now we can leave, be done with him. I’ll protect you, like always-”

“Oh Goddesses! Would you do everyone a favor and shut your stupid fucking mouth, sissy! Zelda isn’t going anywhere, not while my lord still has use of her…and you. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, to be reunited with your beloved one? Well, let me fill you in on who she really is, now that Hyrule’s king has had his way with her. I lied to you, hero, I know, so wrong of me, but really…there was never a chance of you making off with your precious princess from the very beginning. It only took a few nights before she begged Ganondorf to release you, and offered up her body for one night in return. She really loved you that much, how sweet. But for such a woman of science, she really was quite stupid to think she could only go one night with a man…a God like him and be done with it~” Riju laughed, fingernails roaming the window of creamy cleavage jiggling atop Zelda’s dress and RIPPING it to shreds in one deft pull of her toned arms.

“She was begging to be his bitch weeks before he came to claim a true Queen as his prime whore. How I wish you could have seen it! It’s been months and he hasn’t even bred her yet, I think it’s his way of disciplining her…not a drop of semen inside that needy Hyrulean cunny of hers, yet she never fails to scream to the heavens for it every night. What exactly did you think that screaming you heard every night was? Torture? Well, maybe she thought of them that way…why don’t you tell him about it, hm? Let him hear everything from his dearest Princess’s mouth.” 

Zelda looked like she was on the verge of tears as she faced Link’s shocked expression, lip quivering and eyes clenched shut as she slowly nodded to Riju’s demands, struggling to find the words before she eventually spoke.

“She speaks the truth, Link. I…I love you, I have loved you for countless years upon years, I truly do. But Ganondorf, he…he is beyond mere love, I want you to understand. I would never want any harm to come upon you, but I was selfish…I wanted to have you, but I also…”

“She wanted our lord to have her. She couldn’t be without him anymore…without the conquering shaft of our divine master giving you meaning and purpose as its slave, yes?” Riju interjected, sinking her claw-like nails into the diamond-stiff peaks of Zelda’s perfect tits while she mewled and trembled in reply.

“Y-yes. I…I wanted us both to be beneath him, to let you know the same pleasure I’ve known. T-that’s why I sent Riju to train you, to make you more…”

“Submissive? Fuckable? A brain-melted long ear cocksleeve bitch whose only goal and purpose is to milk out as much juicy cum as possible from our Lord’s perfect pussy-pump of a cock? Mnnn, you’re lucky Link. Ganondorf only wanted to make you such a limp-dick sissy bitch to humiliate you at first, now your Princess has made it so you could share his cock…the only REAL cock in the entire kingdom with her, you’ve practically already got a puffy sissy-cunt between those cheeks of yours…now it just needs Ganon to deflower it~”

Link’s brain felt like it was collapsing in on itself, trying to reject the visceral pain of his betrayal by the most important person in his life. The pain was biting and sharp, his lungs ached with every breath, he couldn’t believe that Zelda could even think to do such a thing. And yet…why, why was the thumping drumbeat of his heart escalating with a twinge of…excitement beneath the disgust and humiliation he felt at such bare-faced depravity.

“I will not tolerate being made to wait for your reunions and stories much longer. The hero has already angered me with his useless attempt to take my life…one I will be sure to punish him appropriately soon enough. Deliver what you have promised, princess. My patience grows ever more thin by the second.” Ganondorf bellowed out, just as unfazed as ever, his half-hard shaft rising to its full length as Riju idly stroked his cum-burping breeder cock like a well-oiled machine, a towering, monstrously thick, spearlike shaft of 22-inch ebon cockflesh that stood against a forest of thick red pubic hair lining the base of his cock and balls.

Link was drawn out from his mesmerized staring at the beastly weapon of a dick (why was he staring…) as Zelda placed her palms against his own, a warm smile like the ones she had always given him to rouse his spirit in their darkest moments, a memory he could feel connecting him to hundreds upon hundreds of heroes of old who all had felt this same sensation deep within their chest, then leaned in and whispered something into his ear.

His eyes darted about the room, his vision taking in Ganon’s smug, satisfied grin, as though he already knew what the heroes answer would be before he gave it.

“I…I will…I will be your bedmate once, Ganondorf. My spirit will not yield even to a…a fat, beefy, perfect black God-cock like yours…and…and you will let both of us leave this castle and never search for us again.” He declared his terms, met with a snort of derision from the hulking warrior-God that made his thighs clench around his quivering clit-dick.

“That is, if you want to leave after you’ve experienced me, isn’t it, hero?” He laughed, and Link was left with no response, not because of his usual wordless nature, but because his eyes were too preoccupied staring down the fully engorged glory of Ganondorf’s mighty Gerudo meatpole, barely even noticing that Riju had whisked him away by the arm and dragged him to the dressing room until the doors slammed shut and he was faced by the attire they’d prepared for him…

By Hylia…why did it have to be that one…

—

Desert silk embraced the soft, jiggly mass of Link’s meaty PAWB cheeks like an undersized glove, a veil over his face that teased at the feminine beauty of his face while a set of long heels clacked against the tiles of the bedroom, Riju made sure to correct his posture the entire time, carefully poising his back and leading him on into a sexy strut that would leave any man with a diamond-hard tent pitched from the sight of it. Loathe as he was to admit it, a part of him had always enjoyed wearing his Vai robes, the fine fabric and airy lightness of its design made it quite the treat to walk around in compared to his usual armored adventuring attire. 

Crossdressing might have been a point of embarrassment for many men, but he tended to see it from a position of pure practicality and nothing more, he wore it from time to time because he liked the feeling of it and he was not so insecure as to let mere social norms of masculinity and femininity deny him what he enjoyed. Now though…now that firmness he felt in the nature of his admiration for the outfit had been thoroughly smashed. He felt like a being of pure sex on legs walking beside Riju in her red tinted vai garb, veils against their mouths and the silk flaps that bounced along their cheeks practically sinking into the doughy valley of pure, unrestrained, ultra-phat poundcakes that made up the thickest asses in all of Hyrule.

“Now dear, make sure you perform as I told you, just like Ganondorf enjoys it…”

“Y-yes, I know, Riju.” Link blushed beneath his veil, watching as Zelda, without the slightest presence of hesitation, dug her face into the greasy undercarriage of Ganondorf’s oversized cum-kegs like they were the tastiest chocolate treats the world had ever known. Her lips and tongue peeked out and luridly danced along his sweaty sack, he watched entranced by the sight until Riju clapped one hand against one round Hylian cheek like she was whipping a lazy horse into action.

Link grimaced a bit at that thought, but he still followed Riju’s instructions, the inbuilt mechanisms of submission she had planted deep within his mind working to keep him compliant as he swished his hips alongside Riju, their heels cracking on the floor as they twirled their bodies around to push their backsides out into Ganondorf’s view. The lewd, messy SCHLRPPPPPs~ of Zelda’s juicy lips tonguing against Ganondorf’s balls, suctioning the ripe, sweaty orbs in her mouth and barely managing to encapsulate half of one gravid cumtank while she tried her best to stroke the ebon cockpillar that towered over her face, incapable of being fully wrapped between both of her stroking hands.

Her dutiful cock-worship was little more than an extra treat for the show Ganondorf was about to be treated to, his tongue lashing out and wetting his lips as Riju and Link spread their legs on the floor and began to smack their hips against one another, clashing the sloshing waves of bubbly soft bootyfat they had together from the side. Riju could hear the beat of Gerudo instruments around her guiding her movements, an expert swing to her every hip swing as she picked up speed to a rapid-fire beat of ass-clapping seduction.

Link was much less sure of his movements, but whatever talent allowed him to be such an expert swordsman seemed to have carried over to his ability to copy the shameless stripper-twerks of Riju’s bouncy bubble-spheres, much to her chagrin as she grimaced at how quickly he soared over the learning curve and began to keep up with her.

Ganondorf did not speak, the mere handling of Zelda’s hair as he hoisted her up and SPEARED HER HOT WET THROATCUNT WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST SECOND OF HESITATION! Over half of Ganondorf’s mighty cunt-wrecker was CRAMMED deep within her gullet, joining the choking noise of Zelda’s throat being fucked with a nasty “GLRKCCHHHHHSCHRKKKKKGRLTTTTTTT~♥️♥️!!!” with the thunderous PHWAPHWAPPHWAPTHWAPPPPPP~ of exotic brown booty and perfect porcelain PAWB meat clapping against one another as they both crouched low and ramped up their titillating twerk-show with each of their planetary ass-globes rippling one after another in tandem.

Link was sweating bullets as he panted and hoarsely breathed in and out each time he expanded his lungs and bounced his backside like the hot-bodied whore he was. He wondered if Zelda was choking out with every sloppy, throat-wrenching sound of cock-gargling bliss that hit his ears, and it aroused him beyond belief, his tiny sissy-squirt shooter was pumping out sweet, saccharine wimp “jizz” every second, speeding up rapidly as Riju began to thump her gargantuan ass-globes into his like they were in the midst of a high-octane booty-battle.

It was a tiny piece of retribution to know that she might have been choking out on the beefy fuckpole of the man she’d chosen above him…but he knew for a fact that she was loving every moment, just as he loved shaking his ass right now for the demon lord’s viewing pleasure. So enraptured in his bliss that even Riju’s command for him to stop failed to reach his mind, only returning to the land of the living when his voice once again vibrated through the room.

“Enough, Link. It seems you quite enjoy performing for me. Riju has indeed taught you well. I will have to reward her soon…and you too Zelda. The prize of my greatest enemy yielded before me as a concubine…perhaps I may allow you to sire an heir from me in thanks. For now, it shall be your knight to receive my gift. Ready him for me, both of you.” Ganon announced, a messy “GWARK~” from Zelda’s lips as her mouth burst out with thick splatters of throatslime and hot, mucky alpha-seed that laced her tongue from the demon lord’s fatty spurts of chunky pre-gunk.

“Yes, Lord Ganon.” She meekly breathed out, Riju’s hands already pushing against Link’s shoulders as Zelda rose to her feet at the end of the bed, toppling him over to straddle Ganon’s pitch black skin, firm and muscular beyond belief, riddled with scars and scraggly red chest hairs that starkly opposed Link’s diminutive frame. 

Of all the ways he could have been made to take the mind-bending mass of Ganondorf’s pulsing hard, this was the absolute worst. If he was bent over and fucked like some animal being mounted and bred by their mate, or pushed to his back with his cheeks spread for his puffy soft pucker to be drilled DEEP until his ripe asshole was cored out by the plunging mass of Ganon’s enormous cockshaft into a cum-stuffed fuckhole squirting out rivers’ worth of prime bull-seed, he could disassociate, he could drift off and try to ignore the pounding pleasure ripping through his ripe boy-pussy.

This way though? He had to engage, he had to feel every single ridge and bump of Ganondorf’s mighty cock-spear pushing through him like a burning lance of pure masculinity parting his cheeks and making him his bitch.

The cool burn of a gelatinous substance pouring atop his bouncy fuck-flanks made him shiver with a mix of fear and glee. Turning to see Riju’s hands pouring glistening mounds of chu-jelly atop his creamy cheeks that wracked Ganon’s spit-lathered cock with even more pleasure as it jammed against the crevice of Link’s mountainous booty-cleavage.

“Fuck, do I even have to lube your ass up? Mnnnn, you’re practically dripping almost more than I am…mphhh, Ganon’s going to enjoy feeling your phat fucking boi-pussy working all over him. And this time I’m gonna enjoy licking every drop out of that seed-stuffed ass once he’s done with you~💞💗💗” Riju whispered into Link’s ear, an encouraging ass-smack to finish her remark before she groped him by his hips and hoisted him up till the curved end of Ganon’s throbbing cockhead was aimed squarely at Link’s sopping wet entrance to his glistening bussy.

“Link…trust me, alright? It might hurt…at first, but it will be…euphoric. Soon you’ll understand why I did this, why this was the only way, the best way for us to be together.” Zelda told him, her body entwined with Ganondorf’s as he shifted his head and dragged her in for a wet, sloppy, lip-smacking makeout session that had her shivering like she was about to cum from his manly tongue fucking into her mouth all on its own, one hand groping the pliant flesh of her firm, perky ass, thick and meaty, but barely half the size of Link’s to match with her equally huge heifer-tits.

His heart trembled at the sight, and in his moment of distraction, Riju took the opportunity to SLAM him down against the surging cockshaft towering out from Ganon’s chiselled groin, his sloppy wet anal-ring suckling against the tip of Ganondorf’s cock as it pushed inside of him like a burning claymore sinking into his deepest parts.

“Oghnnnnnnnnn FUCKKKKKKKKK~💕💕”

“Hehehehe, that’s it…I think your dick might be breaking Linky’s brain, baby. Do it more, daddy ♥️♥️♥️. Make him pay by turning his stupid long-ear brain to mush pounding it with your big hard cock~” 

Ganondorf’s reply was little more than smirk through his slippery tongue lashing about against Zelda’s lips, one hand reaching up and WHOPPING Link’s oiled up cheeks before barking his orders at him.

“Get a move on, whore. I want every last inch of my cock stuffed in that sissy-cunt of yours, show me why you’re worth keeping as my bedmate.” Ganon growled up at him, groping his fat fuck-spheres and guiding him along as inch after inch of cum-coated dickmeat was gobbled up between his fuckable cheeks until his giant, gurgling nuts were smushed against the underside of Link’s wet, slippery cock-cushions.

“Oh Goddessssss…fuck, I’m…w-why are you making me CUMMYFUGHHHINNNNNBRAINSOUTGETTINGMYSISSYPUSSYFUCKEDOPEN~💗💖💔” Link spasmed madly, the very knowledge that he was straddling Ganondorf with his fat, greasy boar-cock stuffed balls-deep within his phat bussy like a fucking bitch~

Zelda leaned over and engulfed his shivering sissy-dick in a single deft movement, gulping down every weak, wimpy squirt it gave off in tandem with the potent pulses of off-white pre-spunk, thicker, heavier and more virile than any pathetic excuse for “sperm” Link would ever release. Riju was relishing every moment of her time as she crawled on her hands and knees, prostrating herself to slurp up Ganondorf’s roiling nutsack, tasting the fragrant juices spilling across Ganon’s juicy boy-cunny mixed with the odorous musk of manhood that filled the air.

As much as the girls were keen to enjoy the fruits of Link’s neuron-damaging bout of orgasmic bliss, Ganondorf could care less to let him ride out the peak of his pleasure, undisturbed, he cracked both hands viciously into the hero’s fat round booty-spheres and grunting as his cock heaved within him. The already mind-blanking effect of Link’s climax was only intensified as he felt Ganondorf stuffing his greasy bull-dick up his ass and BRUTALLY PUNCHING HIS PROSTRATE AS HE PICKED UP SPEED BY THE SECOND!

“Come on, hero. Get that ass to work and MILK THIS DICK INSIDE OF THAT JUICY HYLIAN ASS LIKE A GOOD BOI-BITCH! YOU WANT A CHANCE TO SAVE YOUR DEAR PRINCESS? THEN FUCKING WORK THAT ASS ALREADY AND MAKE ME NUT IN THAT ASSPUSSY!” Ganondorf demanded, his brutal, baritone echoes reaching deep into Link’s mind and setting off a trigger placed somewhere in the chasms of his psyche that launched him into overdrive.

Link’s front half collapsed atop Ganon’s body as Zelda finished gulping down the last dregs of his sweet semen, watching on with a lustful smile on his face as her lover bashed his face into the broad, beefy ridges of Ganondorf’s titanium-hard abs, let his hips work on autopilot, almost crushing Riju’s head beneath his constantly undulating jiggle-spheres, while his cock-stuffed bussy squelched and squeezed against every last raging inch he was tossing himself onto over and over.

Zelda, in a flurry of heated desire, tossed herself atop Ganon’s face, sighing at the prickling coarseness of his facial hair rubbing into her bare, puffy pink cunt, watching mesmerized as Link seemed to be caught in an endless wave of orgasm after orgasm every few minutes he spent crashing his juicy boi-butt into Ganon’s hips as the demon king delivered his own, even more powerful rutting thrusts of bullish desire that shrouded any other sound entirely. 

The princess, with her eyes crossed and mouth agape as Ganondorf devoured her sloppy pussyfolds, dragged Link’s chin up slowly, the chorus of WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPS hitting the air with each strike of Ganon’s beefy balls (or at least the one not being cradled by Riju’s adoring mouth) into his colossal PAWB ass playing in the backdrop of the loving gaze they shared. The hot, hissing noise of the conquering bull’s mighty balls readying to eject their epic payload only making the heated lust enrapturing Link’s heart that much more intense, the couple’s lips joining together right as Ganon’s enormous black seed-pods clenched and groaned together, a violent twitching working through gigantic jizz-pump mere seconds before…

SHRRPPPPTTTPPRRTTTTTTTTSCHLRRRRRRTTTTTT~!!

They screamed into each other’s mouths as they reached their peaks together, hands clenched into one another, fingers entwined as they forgot to breathe, the sloppy taste of one another’s spit trumping their need for air, just as much as Link’s greedily gulping sissy-cunt tried to hold in every last drop of the tidal-wave of bitch-breeding sperm sent blasting into his belly and leaving it gravid and sloshing with each thick, fatty rope of hot seed inside of her. But of course, given that his organs were still bound by human limits in the sheer capacity of chunky jizz-ropes they could take, Riju was soon treated to her fill as gallons worth of overflowing spunk backwashed out of Link’s bussy for her to greedily gulp down like the Gerudo whore she was.

Ganon’s eruption was, in a word…legendary. His balls seemed like a reservoir of near infinite sticky seed-wads pumping constantly, so much so that Link had to be popped off from the demon lord’s divine dick, the trio flocking together on their hands and knees as the ebon-skinned stud-king sloppily jerked his enormous breeding pole and shot his chunky cum with enough volume to weigh down their faces in literal pounds worth of it.

They swapped his cum between their mouths, played with it, revelled in it, licked off as much as they could before they were too full to consume any more. And after what felt like HOURS of bathing in the greasy chunks of Ganondorf’s almighty jizz-baptism, Link, like the truly cock-starved slut he was, was making out with Ganon’s bleeding cock-tip while Riju and Zelda both stared on jealously, settling to clean off the sides of his sperm-encrusted fuckpole while he sighed with pleasure at the sight of his greatest enemies transformed into his most loyal cocksleeves.

“Ughhhh…that’s it…good girls, all of you. Now then, hero…do you still wish to return to your home with your dearest Zelda?” Ganon asked, his brow raised quizzically as Link’s suctioning lips ceased (with a look of disappointment that made it quite clear that he would rather continue polishing the fist-sized cock-knob with his lips and tongue forever if he wanted).

“My…home? I…I’m already home with Zelda, my Lord, here at your bedside…as yours…all of us, and soon…so many others. So many to be united by you and your glorious, divine cock…just like me, so docile and obedient for you, forever~💖💖💕💕” Link spoke back, his voice hoarse and labored from hours of screaming and getting his throat smashed in by the shots of thick, nasty spunk-globs splashed against his maw that he dutifully swallowed down like a good bitch.

“Now, that’s more like it, isn’t it Link? So many soon to be taken beneath the will of a better ruler to guide them, and you shall lead them to me, will you not? The Sheikah dissidents, the hiding Zora soldiers…all who oppose shall be made one in the reign of true peace under me.”

Link did not reply, merely taking Ganon’s raging cockhead and bobbing his head in acceptance, but that was enough for the broad-shouldered Gerudo behemoth, and his lurching cock had already began to throb and rage to full mast with the thought of the conquests he would soon take…

Luckily for him, there were two royal concubines left with unfilled holes to be used and abused to his satisfaction, and his servants wouldn’t have it any other way…