"Oh Ganondorf!" Jafora screamed. "P-Please! I need to- mmm! I need to go-oooooooh!" She moaned again. The sun was about to rise, And Jafora's morning class was about to begin. Yet here she was, writhing in bed, with her king and lover holding her tight by her thighs.

Usually, between the two of them, Jafora would be the first to waken. Ganondorf would be the latter, waking up to his cock inside her. This time, however, it was the king who woke first, and took full advantage of the situation.

Jafora squirmed and breathed heavily as her lover licked upon her softly. It was not often that he gave her oral, but in the few times that he had, he quickly mastered it. His tongue flicked against her clitoris, while his bottom lip rubbed slowly against her pussy. Jafora let out another moan in pleasure, as her young king tasted her body. Ganondorf smiled as his actions brought pleasure to his mate. While it was not often that he did this, he did enjoy it, albeit not as much as Jafora.

"G... Ganondo... mmmmm" she moaned as her back arched above the bed sheets that were now drenched in sweat. They clung to her damp back as it rose for a few inches before gravity forced them back down into a heaped mess of cloth. The pleasure was nearly too much for her, and she felt a climax soon within reach.

Ganondorf's eyes followed his lover's chest hungrily as it heaved. Two round orbs shook with every twitch. Each jolt of pleasure sent waves to her breasts like a tsunami, and Ganondorf was all too pleased to watch their motions. Watching them sent vibrations down the young king's body, to his own pleasure center.

Sweat cascaded down Jafora's chest, traversing through the labyrinth that was her abdominal muscles. The sight alone forced Ganondorfs grip on his lover's thighs to rake down her legs, causing another loud moan to emerge from Jafora. She tightened her grip on her inner thighs around her king's face, which was betwixt her legs, nestled tightly upon her crotch. He could not move, and preferred it that way. His mouth was pressed hard against Jafora's desert flower, his tongue entered her like a bee harvesting pollen. His beaked nose was burrowed firmly within her groomed red forest.

Ganondorf closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, catching the deep scent of his mate, and went in for the kill. His long tongue circled within his panting lover once more, before retreating backwards to its home. Just before it left her, however, his tongue shot up, the roof of it grinding hard against her clitoris.

"Oooh...oooh.. OH GANO-GAAAAAH!" she cried as the tip of his muscle flicked her pleasure spot hard, pushing her right over the edge of reality and int the realm of ecstasy.

Words were lost to her, speech impossible. Her fierce red eyes rolled up to the heavens, where only the Goddesses dwelled.

There was no bed. There were no walls, nor floors, nor stone. Jafora was weightless in a palace of the softest clouds; a palace of paradise.

For a split second, there was no sound, no pain, nothing but bliss. Then, slowly, the world returned to her. Grain by grain, the sands of time rebuilt the sky, the desert, the fortress, walls, and room. Until she was right back on the bed, back arched, with a young king firmly planted between her legs, grinning against her skin.

"Thmm gmmm hmm-?" he spoke, muffled by Jafora's body. She did not need to hear every letter to know exactly what he was asking. She sighed from the pleasure and nodded.

"Yes, Ganondorf... that good..." she said sparingly between breaths. The sight of his mate's gyrating along with her pure cries of bliss were near enough to make him orgasm as well. Ganondorf chuckled into her entrance, staring at his lover's heaving body and grasping his own member, eager for his turn. The laugh vibrated through Jafora's body, tempting her with another round.

Time, however, was not on her side.

Lifting her leg and placing her foot on Ganondorf's shoulder, he pushed him off both her and the bed. Ganondorf slid on to the floor and agreeably laid there on his back, rubbing his stiff cock.

"Ready when you are" he said with a grin. Jafora chuckled and shook her head, sitting up off the bed.

"Sorry lover, you'll have to wait" she said, putting her clothing on, piece by piece. Each part of her body she covered made Ganondorf a little more sad.

"But..." he sat up, confused. "I pleased you... I ate out your-"

"And you were wonderful at it" she interrupted. "Too bad you took too long" she said, giving him an overly sympathetic pout. Ganondorf stared at her in disbelief. Jafora grinned down at him. "Oh come now. It's not like you didn't enjoy yourself" she assured him, winking. Ganondorf could not argue that point. He was enthralled by Jafora's body. Every bit of it brought him pleasure. All he could do, after a moment of thought, was shrug and agree.

"Well, what do you suggest I do in the mean time?" he asked, laying back down on the cool stone floor. "How am I supposed to finish without you?" he said in an attempt to make her stay.

"Oh, my love" she said, chuckling. "You have hands. One is already at work" she continued, nodding to the one firmly grasping his member. She walked to him and knelt down at his side. "Don't you worry, Ganondorf..." she spoke softly, reaching out and rubbing the very tip of her king's cock. Ganondorf gasped at the absolute pleasure one simple touch could provide.

"I will reward you for your efforts tonight" she said, before kissing him on the cheek, and leaving his quarters. Ganondorf watched her, smiling, until she was out of sight. Once he was alone. he sat up off the ground and donned his clothing. He had no tasks planned for the day, which meant it was a day to be spent training.

He made his way from his chambers down to the courtyard, where the young ones were training. It was often his routine to inspect the young girls at they were taught combat lessons. He felt it appropriate to make sure the next generation were well educated. Of course, the true reason was to watch Jafora. It brought him back to the days when he was a young child, being torn down and built up day after day amidst his sisters.

When he was satisfied with what he saw, he made his way down into the training grounds, where he spent his free time. He had run through it hundreds of times, but he continued to change his tactics with each run, just to keep his abilities in check.

As he passed though the trial of the massive four-eyed statue, using nothing but his fists to ignite life into the irises of the lifeless form, Ganondorf found himself in a new chamber of the trials. He paused for a moment, looking around his surroundings. It was a place he had never seen before, which unnerved him. He had traversed this maze enough to know it's passageways back and forth.

He knew this place so well, in fact, he had once completed the entire course without even opening his eyes. This new room was no part of the training grounds, that much was clear. It's appearance was designed well enough to easily be counted as part of it, being fashioned out of nothing but stone and sand.

It was a pit, with circular walls made out of what could be guessed as black, crudely cut rock. Whether it was manmade, or a production of the elements, that much was unclear. the floor, if it could be called that, was nothing but sand. Ganondorf could not determine just how deep it was, nor did he have much of a desire to find out.

He took a few steps back before turning around for the way he came. Where the passage was, however, was a wall of black stone. Ganondorf looked up, surprised. This was some form of magic, worse... this was sorcery.

"Enough of this" the young king belted out, his anger rising. "End this illusion at once!"

"Oh king of our people" a voice called out high above him, the the shadow too thick to see through. "Whether you believe it or not, you need our teachings" it continued. Ganondorf had come across this voice once before, and hated it enough to automatically remember the name it came with.

"Rova..." he muttered out. "I have told you two crones once before, I do not need what you offer... I NEVER WILL!" he shouted. He clenched his fists and his jaws tightly. He despised the Gerudo witches of legend, and what they worshipped. "The 'lessons' you speak of, demand betraying both my people and the Goddess of the Sand!"

"No, my lord. We do not ask this of you. We only wish to open your eyes to true power. With him... you could become a Great King of the Gerudo" one sister commented.

"More like a Great King of Evil" Ganondorf scoffed. "End this, now!" he yelled, his patience now gone. There was a silence within the pit, after Ganondorf's demands ceased bouncing their echoes along the stone walls. Ganondorf assumed the witches were complying. Then, suddenly, something burst out from the sand.

It was a skull, with bright red orbs in its eye sockets. Ganondorf watched as it was followed by collar bones, ribs, arms, hips and legs, until it was completely free from the sand. A Stalfos. Ganondorf had faced these before. He was even able to subdue the smaller Stalchildren to his will. With one lunge, Ganondorf thrusted his solid fist right through its head, destroying its life source and forcing the bones to crumble on the sand.

"Well done, Lord" the witches spoke. "But, what if you come across an adversary that requires more than brute skill?" she asked. Out of the black stone, a strange creature, one that the young king had never seen before, emerged into existence.

It was as tall as any normal Gerudo. Its body was covered in a dark colored robe, save for its face. The creature had a bright beak in colors of red, yellow, and black that poked out from its hood. A thin stick popped out from its right sleeve and began to spin around. From its tip, sparks and lights of all different colors burst.

"Behold, Gerudo Master, the Wizzrobe. Defeat it, Lord, if you are so able" Rova uttered. WIthout hesitation, Ganondrf tore at the monster. He swung his right fist wide, aiming to hit it in the head. Before he could stop himself, however, the Wizzrobe disappeared. Unable to stop the force and momentum of the attack, Ganondorf's fist collided into the jagged stone.

The young king let out a grunt of pain as the sharp edges of the rock wall cut deep into his hand. The Wizzrobe reappeared behind the king on the far end of the pit, screeching loudly. Holding its wand high, it summoned a bright fire orb, and let it loose at the wounded Gerudo.

He tucked his full body to the side and rolled along the sand, dodging the attack. The heat of the magical spell, however, was enough to burn Ganondorf's back without even touching it. As he rose to his feet, steam came off his shoulders, with fire in his eyes. He rushed the monster again, this time understanding its tactics.

When he came in range, it disappeared again. This time, Ganondorf shot up in a kick, and ran several feet up the wall before pushing off. An arial strike would make short work of the monster. Sure enough, it appeared beneath him and looked around for its target. Ganondorf grinned as he descended upon his foe.

Unfortunately for him, the beast glanced up to see him and, in the blink of an eye, disappeared in a burst of dust. Sand shot up from the ground as the creature vanished, blasting Ganondorf in the face and obscuring his vision. His landing was not an easy one. The young king slammed hard into the sand on his side. His elbow shot up, jabbing himself in the side. He grunted out in pain and laid there, gasping for air.

Above him, the Wizzrobe reappeared, floating in air. It readied another attack upon the helpless Gerudo. All he could do was watch as it summoned and hurled another bolt of fire right at him. Ganondorf held out his hand in desperation. If nothing else, it would only burn off his arm, sparing his life.

Hot.

It was so hot. Like grasping a torch by the wrong end. But it did not burn.

Ganondorf opened his eyes to discover the fire orb resting in his palm. The Wizzrobe squawked in surprise, Ganondorf nearly did the same. Before he could think of a reason, though, Ganondof pushed the orb back. It flew at an incredible speed towards its creator, who squawked again just before bursting into a cloud of smoke and burnt feathers.

Once Ganondorf had regained his breath, he staggered up to his feet.

"There, I passed your little trial. Now, release me!" he roared. The wall to his right began to shake and rumble loudly, as it revealed the path back to the training grounds. Ganondorf had indeed passed the test, and was allowed to leave. He stumpled toward the passageway, holding his side tightly.

"Yes, my Lord, so you have. You have held magic in your hands, and have used it to your will. You have raw talent, that with our aid, can be refined into a weapon worthy of a your need is most dire, come to us, we will be waiting." he heard the Rova sisters speak together. As he left their pit, the way behind him was devoured into shadow.

Ganondorf left the training grounds, and made his way up o his chambers. He had been tapped for longer than he thought, for as he entered the courtyard, the sun had already set behind the mountains. When he entered his room, he was greeted by Jafora, who had already made herself comfortable in their bed.

"Ready for your reward, my king?" she asked, smiling and patting the space on the bed beside her. Ganondorf feigned no injury, and walked calmly to the window of his chambers, looking out over the desert. In the far distance, he could see the small speck that was the colossus.

"There will be no reward for me tonight."