A/N: This is the final chapter of Breaking the Cycle! Well, it's been quite a ride, but it's over now, and I'd like to extend a huge thank you to all the marvellous people who liked and reviewed my fic :D This last chapter contains a NSFW scene, so yeah. Thanks for reading!
Ganondorf strode along through the corridors, heading towards the nursery. He'd agreed to meet Zelda there, following his meeting with a Labrynnian advisor in preparation for the arrival of the King and Queen of Labrynna. Queen Nirea had kept in constant communication with Zelda, and now their state visit was almost upon them. Their advisor had been clearing up the details, and the royal couple would be here within the week.
Zelda had made him promise to come and tell her when the advisor had left. She'd been mostly content to let him handle the meeting for the arrangement of the visit this morning, for she was too busy spending time with the twins today. For someone who claimed to be quite unfeeling, she certainly had taken to motherhood. He reached the nursery door, and entered to find Zelda half lying on the floor, the twins besides her, all wrapped up in light blankets, for the children were now three months of age, and summer was nearly over (much to his disgust) and the weather now had a slight chill to the air.
The nurse got up and respectfully curtsied as she left the room, and Ganondorf waited until she had gone before he sat down next to his wife. She smiled at him, dangling a long ribbon with several crystals attached to the end of it over Ralon, who was waving chubby fists at it. Safieta was busily employed in eating her own fingers, and cooing all the while. He smiled at the sight; his twins never failed to fill him with pride – sometimes he thought he would burst from it. It was not only the fact that they were his children, the first in several centuries, but the fact that they were the key to Hyrule's united future with his people. They were the bridge that spanned the gap… and saved him from his curse. Neither he nor Zelda had seen hide or hair of the Golden Goddesses since the day she'd given birth, and so they had come to the conclusion that the three were genuine; this was the last time they would bear the Triforce.
"Good morning, Mama." He said with a grin as she rolled her eyes.
"Good morning." Zelda said, touching his hand briefly and making their Triforce's sing before turning back to their son. "How was the meeting?"
"Fine. The details are sorted; Nirea and Julios will be here Tuesday week, and they've decided to bring their own son."
Zelda beamed. "I am excited to see Nirea again. I think… the last time I saw her was when I was visiting the Gorons; she was passing through. That was around three years ago. How old is her son now? He must be at least two."
"Hmm." He wasn't really listening; instead, Ganondorf picked up Ralon and held him, smiling down at his tiny son. In the months since his birth, his shock of bright red hair had only thickened, and truth be told, Ganondorf was staggeringly proud to not only have produced a son, but one who had taken after him, especially considering that Safieta had Zelda's fair colouring. He'd gotten over his momentary fear that Ralon would attempt to overthrow him when he was grown; Zelda was right – as Ralon's father, he would guide the boy and they could co-exist. Things were peaceful now, no matter how much he sometimes itched to go and knock a few heads together, and he would ensure his son felt no need to usurp him.
"What's Julios like?" He asked almost absentmindedly.
"He's… quiet. Studious. He's the type to spend days researching every angle of something before coming to a decision. Nirea's much more direct. He is a good and dependable King, however."
"Ugh." He wasn't the biggest fan of indecisive people.
Zelda sat up then, and leaned into him. "You will try to be civil, won't you?"
Her voice was light, but with an undercurrent of seriousness and concern; clearly, she was worried he'd behave like a brute and offend the King and Queen. Ganondorf rolled his eyes.
"I can be civil. If they are civil to me."
Zelda frowned hard. "I was thinking about that." She admitted. "Gerudo don't really have a good reputation amongst the Labrynnian's either. I think it's wise of you to have Nabooru and the others here in any case."
"You think so?"
"Yes, I do. It presents a united front, and those are always helpful."
"True."
Zelda leaned up against him then, and he wrapped his free arm around her waist as she scooped up Saffie. Ganondorf leaned down to press his lips to her forehead; she smiled and touched his jaw. Really, it was ridiculous how she could effect him like this.
He ran his eye over the princess; she now looked almost exactly as she had before she'd fallen pregnant. He wouldn't really know of any changes beneath her clothing, he thought sourly, for Zelda had not allowed him back into her bed after the birth. At first, he had respected her decision; she'd just given birth, so obviously she needed time to recover and heal. As time wore on, however, Ganondorf was becoming increasingly twitchy. He hadn't bedded her for at least a month and a half before the birth, because of her discomfort, and now, three months afterwards, she still kept him locked out of her rooms at night. That was nearly five months of enforced celibacy, and he was sick of it.
Zelda stifled her grin as she looked up at the Gerudo; he had that look on his face again, that cross between irritation, pensiveness, and need. She recognised it, of course; he looked like that whenever he was thinking about bedding her while he wasn't allowed to. Well. She supposed she could finally put him out of his misery, and, mind made up, she turned to him with a smile.
"I spoke with Mother Raimli yesterday."
"Oh?" Irritation was still sharp in his voice, and she struggled to stifle her grin.
"Yes. She wished to see me for my final check-up."
"Final?"
Was that the faintest stirring of hope she could detect in his tone? Goddesses above, she hoped so. It was making this so much more fun.
"Yes. Final. She's given me a clean bill of health." Zelda peeked up at him from out of the corner of her eyes. "You know what that means, of course?"
Ganondorf looked suspicious. "…Dare I ask?" He said drily.
Zelda pressed herself a bit more firmly against his side, smirking at him as his arm came around her waist. "It means, I'm free to resume, among other things, my… marital duties." She whispered.
She let out a giggle at the look on his face; surprise covered his features, but then was very swiftly replaced by a decidedly lecherous expression as he slid his hands to places they had no business going to in a public setting.
Zelda snickered slightly as Ganondorf leaned down and took her mouth with bruising force. "Finally." He murmured, and she grinned.
"I thought you'd be pleased."
"Pleased?" Ganondorf growled the word, his eyes nearly flat black as he leaned in to nip at her throat. "You have no idea."
Zelda felt a thrill run through her at that. Still, she pulled back. "Well." She said primly. "I suppose that'll come tonight."
"Tonight? Oh no, Zelda. You do not get to lay that on me now and expect to me wait until tonight."
Ganondorf stood up then, and slung her into his arms. Zelda motioned towards the twins. "What about-"
He cut her off. "The nurse will take care of them."
He turned then, stalking towards the bell that would alert the nurse, and yanked it viciously. Ganondorf waited until the door was just beginning to open before he called his magic and they disappeared, reappearing in his bedchambers. Zelda sank her fingers into the material of his clothes to keep from falling as his hands roamed over her body, and he laid her impatiently down on the bed, ripping his vest off then climbing up to cover her form with his own. He kissed her savagely, making her head spin, and then ducked under her chin. His urgency was palpable he focused on tasting her skin, dragging his fangs roughly over her flesh with a growl. Zelda whimpered as Ganondorf bit down firmly on her shoulder, drawing blood, before moving back up to score his fangs viciously down her throat, making her cry out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
He was being really very rough, she thought with a tinge of concern as his hands gripped her waist and unceremoniously shoved her further up the bed so he could get at her clothes. Zelda suspected she'd slightly underestimated his desire for her and just how long he was willing to wait; his sexual frustration had apparently boiled over. By this time, Ganondorf had torn her gown straight down the middle, and traced the bones of her corset, an irritated look on his face as he realised he was unable to undo it like this. With a savage growl, he seized her waist and flipped her over; Zelda realised it was in her best interests to satisfy him as soon as possible, so she swiftly climbed up on her knees, pulling her hair over her shoulder as she presented her back, and therefore, the laces of her corset, to him. She heard his growl of approval before he yanked on the laces, pulling them undone as quickly as possible, then hurled her corset across the room. The moment she felt her stays leave her body, Zelda turned around and pressed herself against him, sinking her hands into his hair and kissing him fiercely.
Ganondorf snarled savagely and lifted her up as he ravaged her mouth, his fangs nicking her lips and smearing blood between them; he growled, licking along the seam of her lips even as he pressed her back down into the bedding. Zelda moaned as his hands cupped her breasts through the flimsy material of her chemise; he well and truly looked as though he'd lost control, his eyes almost bestial as he touched her. He tore her chemise off then, ripping it in half and then tearing the remaining shreds roughly from her skin. Her diadem, along with his crown, went sailing up to land in the top corner of the bed. Ganondorf paused, raking his gaze over her bare flesh, hurriedly tearing the material pooled at her hips until she was nude, save for her stockings. Her skin warmed under his intense gaze, and Zelda bit her lip, watching his eyes grow darker.
Ganondorf took a moment to savour the sight of her, bared to his gaze once more. Finally. Ignoring for the moment the intense hunger burning through his veins, he traced a finger across the slight swell of her belly, evidence she'd been with child. She had changed, and for the better, in his (possibly biased) opinion; her breasts were fuller and thoroughly tempting, her hips more rounded, her body lush and utterly mouth watering. Taking a moment to rip off his trousers, he leaned down to take her lips once more.
Zelda moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her thighs falling open in the most inviting way, and he groaned into her mouth even as he slid a hand down to find her wet and open, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto the last of his rapidly dwindling control. It's her first time since the birth, he chanted to himself, slow down. But no matter his rational side, the need to bury himself inside her, this overwhelming hunger for her body was controlling his every move. Stroking her quickly, he gritted his teeth as her cries and the movement of her hips threatened his already dubious self-control. Ganondorf could sense she was nearly at her peak when he pulled back, unable to take it anymore.
Ganondorf groaned as he watched Zelda bite her lip as he slid into her slowly, taking all his self-control not to drive into her hard and fast, to take her roughly. He leaned his forehead against the bedding, teeth gritted as he supressed the urge to stroke into her, relishing the sensations. Zelda's hands drifted up over his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she moaned and tilted her hips against him, before she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"What are you waiting for?"
He heard her whimper the words and growled savagely into the sheets before he pulled back, seizing her hips and beginning to move against her. Zelda cried out and twined her hands into the cool sheets as he leaned back on his haunches; his breath hissed through his teeth as he watched her back arch, her hips undulating against him. She certainly wasn't making this easy. Now far more concerned with finding his own release then helping Zelda reach hers, Ganondorf snarled and flipped her over roughly, hearing the princess's squeal followed by a moan as he pulled her up on her hands and knees and entered her again.
Using his grip on her hips for leverage, Ganondorf pounded against her, and Zelda dropped her head and moaned, the intense sensations bleeding under her skin and blocking out all rational thought. She could feel herself nearing her peak, and pushed back against him, making him growl. His hand came around to stroke her most sensitive place, and Zelda was lost, her mind shattering as she let out a loud wail. The Gerudo King dug his fingers into her hips and roared with his release as he followed hot on her heels. He collapsed flat on his back besides her, breathing hard, and Zelda pulled the sheet around herself and wormed her way into the crook of his elbow; he didn't look at her just yet, for his eyes were closed as he recovered, but he pulled her closer, turning his head to brush his lips over her hair.
After a long moment, he turned to her with a satisfied chuckle, and Zelda smiled into his chest as he rolled onto his side, pulling her firmly into him. She sighed as she pulled a scrap of shredded chemise out from underneath her, which was followed by one ragged half of her silk gown. Zelda wrinkled her nose at her husband.
"Would it kill you to simply undo my clothes properly for once?"
He laughed again, and pulled the sheet down to her waist. "My apologies, Princess. I'll… try to keep your more material considerations in mind."
Zelda rolled her eyes, and pursed her lips, folding her arms to cover her breasts. Ganondorf frowned at that, and made her uncross her arms, his eyes brightening as he looked his fill.
"You needn't be ashamed, Zelda." He murmured. "You're beautiful."
Frowning slightly, though thrilled at the praise, Zelda looked away. "I'm not ashamed. I'm just… I don't know. It's just reflex."
"Well, that's something to work on in the future." Ganondorf sounded quite content.
Zelda giggled to herself, rolling over to lean on his chest, propping herself up on her elbows, her hair falling down to curtain them into their own little world, just the two of them. The Gerudo certainly didn't seem to mind, his eyes wandering down to her breasts.
She smiled at him. "You seem very pleased with yourself; I suppose you're happy now?"
He cast an appreciative glance over her body again, his hand coming up to stroke her spine. "Oh yes, Princess. Quite happy." A shadow of concern crossed his features. "You're not hurt, are you?"
Assessing herself briefly, Zelda then shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I'll be a bit stiff, I think, but I'm all right."
"Good. Because I fully intend to bed you tomorrow, and day after, and the day after that…" Ganondorf paused, considering. "Tonight, as well."
Zelda muffled her giggle. "You are incorrigible. A shameless opportunist."
He snickered, but didn't deny it. "I take what I can get."
"Mmm." She traced a hand lightly along his jaw. "I think I know that already."
Zelda smiled down at her ferocious Gerudo King as he chuckled, content in the knowledge that he wanted her.
"I never dreamed it would turn out this way." She said, tilting her head to the side. "I really didn't. I thought I'd be owned by a miserable brute for the rest of my days, never to have my freedom again."
Ganondorf snorted a laugh, then swapped their positions, pressing her down into the bedding, his hair forming a curtain around her again.
"You feel free then?"
"I do."
He kissed her lightly, and Zelda relished the feel of it, of his lips against hers.
"I do own you." Ganondorf continued the thought, grinning a little at her slight frown.
"Yes, I own you, Zelda, but if you belong to me, I fear I must admit that I belong to you, too."
He bent to kiss her again, and as he did, Ganondorf murmured against her lips.
"I'll love you forever, sa sunli zi."
"And I you." She breathed, pulling him closer.
"Until the end of days."
And they did.