Patreon Compilation – Fic#246 – Ganondorf/Link – mind control; blowjob – Oh Ye Goddesses (Patreon)

Ganondorf/Link – Ganondorf's newest ploy is to appear as a travelling priest and to ensnare Link's mind and heart with his thick body :')

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Link has been following the sounds of fighting, trying to figure out from which direction exactly they were coming. Gerudo Canyon is a disorienting area in that regard: sounds keep bouncing off the high canyon walls until he feels like he’s going insane. His horse is reluctant to move forward but does so with just a little bit of encouragement.

Finally, behind some large rocks, he can see shadows dancing against the wall, clearly fighting. Immediately, Link slips from his steed’s back and grabs his sword, creeping closer.

.oOo.

The monsters – five Bokoblins – had been quickly dispatched with his additional help but he has the feeling that it had not been needed.

The giant that had been fighting them – clearly a Gerudo – had invited him to stay in his camp for the night and introduced himself as Ganondorf. A priest.

Link is sitting across from him, his eyes all but glued on this apparition. He had not known Gerudo to have priests. As far as he knew, they believed in the Seven Heroines but he is not sure whether they worshiped them or whether they too believed in the Goddesses. Or none of that.

He sure as Hell has never heard of a male Gerudo priest. He is wrapped in a fine robe that can’t do anything to hide how muscular he is. In fact, it is unable to close across his broad chest, rusty red little hairs peppered across his pectorals.

Link just stares. Unapologetically, even. He usually has better manners – he also isn’t unused to people being taller than him – but this man is a sight and he can’t drag his eyes away from it.

Ganondorf smiles on the other side of the fire, his large white teeth all but glowing in its shine. Not that Link would see. He keeps wondering if he’s just imagining that little glitter of a golden chain across the man’s chest, just about hidden by his robes.

“I have to thank you again for your assistance. While not needed, it is appreciated.”

Link nods. He does not take offense to that; he had seen the man using his staff quite expertly to split the skull of one of his attackers with a mighty blow that had made Link’s crotch become very hot.

The man’s staff is lying a bit out of reach now but his hands are huge and Link can imagine them popping his head like a grape all too well. He keeps staring at Ganondorf, wondering whether it is rude to imagine himself fucking this giant of a man. Maybe he has to be celibate just like the priests and priestesses in Hyrule Castle? What a shame…

Then again, he is obviously trained in fighting, so-

“What is going through your head, I wonder?”

Finally, Link drags his eyes away from Ganondorf’s tits to look up at his face. He truly doesn’t look like any priest he’s ever met. Slowly he begins to wonder whether the mysterious wanderer has not been truthful after all…

Not that it matters when he starts to stand; completely unhurried.

“Mayhaps a reward for my fearless protector is in order,” Ganondorf announces. As Link watches, mouth going dry as the desert he was to reach just about now, his companion reaches for the little woven string wrapped around his broad hips.

Link slowly sits up a little straighter. He has his arm resting on his propped up knee, the other lazily angled off to the side; more so that his erection would be a bit hidden from the other man than anything else.

He licks his lips and Ganondorf’s grin broadens, if possible. He nods at Link just as he opens the knot and spreads his robes apart, showing off what he is wearing underneath. It is not much.

Link’s hand unconsciously curls into a fist as his eyes roam the body across the fire. There is a golden chain lying on the broad, furred chest; it connects his nipples which are pierced through with little golden hoops.

There is also another chain connected to the middle, leading down to another ring pierced through the man’s navel.

He is wearing a most curious piece of underwear that is covering so very little of his massive cock standing proudly at attention and stretching the almost sheer fabric to its maximum.

This man could not be a priest. Could he? Link licks his lips again. His mouth is so very dry… it feels like the only thing that could wet it at this point is to wrap it around the weeping tip of the wanderer’s cock and suckle the moister right from the source.

Ganondorf is openly laughing at him at this point. His eyes have not left Link for a second since they met.

“Come here, my friend. Come and receive your reward.”

Link doesn’t know what this reward entails exactly, but he almost crawls over himself to get around the fire. He kneels in front of this giant of a man, hands braced against his thighs as he goes to unashamedly rub his cheek against his cock.

Had they been in Hyrule Castle or its immediate surroundings, he would not have been this nonchalant in taking what he wants – but they’re out far away from any civilization and there are no questions to be asked.

Link opens his mouth wide and pops it over the man’s glans, his tongue rubbing over the fabric of his little underwear to soak it through in seconds.

Ganondorf is laughing still. Low and rough. He couldn’t be a priest. He couldn’t. Link pulls back, slowly licking his lips where the taste of this man’s cock now lingers. He looks up at him but it is difficult to pry when all he can see are those fat, furry pectorals almost obscuring the view of the other’s face.

He is a vision. Send from the Goddesses one way or another.

Link’s hands move, rubbing against his muscular thighs. One of them has a broad gold band wrapped around it and the metal feels warm against his questing fingertips.

He watches for a reaction as he carefully peels the underwear to the side to let the swollen cock spring free – but there is none. Ganondorf just lets him do whatever he wishes, his eyes boring into Link and his laughter a constant, low backdrop. It all feels ominous. It feels like something is slithering into Link’s mind, but all his struggles are futile.

He just feels… unhinged. Animalistic. He drags the underwear, wet with saliva and pre-cum, down Ganondorf’s legs and lets him use his head to brace himself on like a King as he unhurriedly steps out of it. He shuffles his legs a bit further apart once he stands once more. Opening himself up to Link and his greedy, drooling mouth.

Whatever has slithered into his skull is all but petting his brain. The wilder he gets, the more he feels like someone or something is praising him.

He pushes his mouth over the swollen, dark blue-reddish glans and continues to try and cram it down his throat while tickling just behind Ganondorf’s massive bull balls.

Finally, the laughter subsides and is replaced with a soft, content sigh.

Link keeps thinking about those pectorals. Those fat, muscular tits with their pierced nipples. He wonders just how sensitive they must be… but he can’t bring it over himself to not sloppily suck off this man. He keeps ramming his swollen Lynel-sized cock down his throat until his muscles just kind of capitulate and stop making him gag on it.

His eyes are open but they’re unfocused as he keeps burying his nose in Ganondorf’s thick red bush while pushing the plump glans way past what he ever thought possible. Whenever he pulls back enough to let it go through the tight space of his throat, a lewd clicking sound is produced that Ganondorf very much enjoys.

Not that he says so out loud but Link has the distinct feeling anyway as those phantom fingers caressing his brain become more insistent then.

The fire crackles softly next to them as Link fucks his throat onto the most magnificent cock he has ever laid eyes on. He keeps thinking about that fat ass, too. About the plump ring of muscle hidden between the muscular cheeks. His fingers keep trailing toward it, tickling the man’s asshole while he blows him.

Maybe he’ll be allowed to fuck him, too. A little pony stud on a giant mare.

Something tells him he will be allowed to mount. Just as soon as he obeys this man’s orders.

Just after he’s sucked him off so hard that he’s pumped his massive load into Link’s belly until it bulges with it; hot and creamy.

The phantom fingers twist a little tighter around his brain. Some part of Link is struggling vehemently to get free, but the bigger part thinks that he’ll do anything for the chance of breeding this giant of a man.

Anything.