Act 1

Wasn't magic something wonderful? Just a snap of the fingers and a tornado raged. It could take everything with it... It was only treacherous when the wind didn't do as intended. And so this Sheikah witch had snatched the human fledgeling from under his nose and hidden her in the woods.

›Oh, I'm going to get you‹

He thought to himself, staring at the walls. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a person dressed in green walking toward the temple. He grinned.

›This is going to be exciting.‹

Using his magic, he teleported directly to the aura of the human fledgeling.

Ghirahim stood in front of the golden gate where the incarnation of Hylia was hiding. This blond brat was holed up behind it with that Sheikah witch. Furiously he drew his sword and smashed it against the door. Again and again.

»Show yourself!«

He struck the door horizontally again.

Breathing heavily, he stood in front of it when he heard someone behind him. It could only be that boy of a bird rider boy.

»Look who it is.«

Expectantly the white-haired man turned around.

»I thought that the tornado I stirred up would have tossed and torn you apart, yet here you are. Not in pieces.«

His head turned back to the gate and he gritted his teeth. »Not that your life or death has any consequences. A kid like you!« He left the sentence open on purpose and looked back at the gate.

›What could this green beetle do against him? Nothing! Just an insignificant bug in the way of his goal…‹

»It's just the girl that matters now, and I can sense her here. Just beyond this door.«

›And yet, I cannot get near her‹, it flashed through his mind. ›I'm going to crush that Sheikah witch, and then that gold beetle, Zelda will have to die too‹, he continued to curse in his mind.

»We plucked her Majesty from her perch in the clouds, and now she's ours.«

Ghirahim clenched his left hand into a fist. He felt his blood boiling in his veins. This boundless rage seethed in him. He jerked his head as if to brush his white hair aside, but didn't turn around yet. Why should he?

»Oh, but listen to me. I'm being positively uncivil. Allow me to introduce myself.«

Ghirahim saw out of the corner of his eye that the youth was still standing rooted to his spot.

»I am the Demon Lord who presides over this land you look down upon, this world you call the surface. You may call me Ghirahim. In truth. I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy.«

The demon heard the blond bird rider behind him let out a moan and unsheath his puny sword. Did he want to fight him? ›Ridiculous!‹

»Did you really just draw your sword? Foolish boy.«

Ghirahim turned over his left shoulder. It was hilarious that this skychild dared to hold his sword against him. He raised both arms expansively

»She was nearly ours when that loathsome servant of the goddess snatched her away.«

He said that in a ragefit and couldn't prevent his fingers, which were now in front of his chest, from moving and thus releasing his magic. That endless rage inside him still simmered. He didn't even notice that the light was flickering around him and the boy - and even if it had, he wouldn't have cared.

»Do you have any idea how that made me feel inside?« He rumbled.

»Furious! Outraged!« He almost shouted.

»Sick with anger!«

Ghirahim used his power to teleport behind the boy. At a distance, he stopped, bringing his enraged breathing to a halt. Someone of his class had to keep calm. ›Or maybe not.‹

He watched the boy search for him as he continued to speak. »This turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed.«

He strode confidently toward the green beetle. Stopping close behind him, he leaned down a little to his head and looked him in the face from the left side.

»Still... it hardly seems fair, being of my position, to take all of my anger out on you.«

Somehow he was disappointed. Could it be called disappointment? Ghirahim's counterpart was just a child. ›How old might he be? He had not seen many summers yet.‹ The demon lord ran his hand through his hair. He couldn't really fight him anyway. That was beneath his dignity. But he liked to play with him a bit.

»Which is why I promise upfront not to murder you.«

Urgently the Lord looked the boy in the eye. ›How many summers had he seen? Too few to take me on, that's for sure!‹

He turned his gaze forward again.

»No. I'll just beat you within an inch of your life!«

He laughed, and the skychild jumped startled away from him. He could see that the blond was breathing heavily.

›Poor runt.‹

Now he was looking at him challengingly, too. That's so not funny anymore.

›He means it.‹

So the game could begin. Laughing he let his cloak disappear in red and black crystals.

Soft words reached his ears. They sounded like bright bells. So the sword also had a spirit. Master Link? Ghirahim would have laughed again.

›This imp is supposed to be a Master? He is unworthy to wield a sword at all!‹

He took a few steps towards the skychild, stretched out his hand to him and the first sword stroke came. He easily caught the piece of metal with his index and middle finger.

›This is ridiculous. It's going to be easy. Far too little power and no accuracy in the blow. A kid waving a sword around. That's all this fellow is.‹

Ghirahim grinned and dismissed the sword.

›This is going to be an easy one‹

With his other hand, he summoned five daggers with dark magic and let them loose on Link. He didn't manage to dodge each one, blood wetted the hero's tunic.

A truly good sight.

The demon lord saw his opponent glaring angrily at him because of the wound.

›This was going to be more interesting than he thought.‹

Again he was attacked, but with ease he caught the sword with his hand, again he shot the daggers. Ghirahim moved to the left or right side. It was like a cat and mouse game. Almost out of boredom, he let himself be hit or parried the attacks with his own sword.

When he got too bored, he let himself be hit more often, because the winning smile on the other's face triggered something inside him. He could not describe it. Eventually, he jumped away from the blond, holding his dark sword in his right hand.

»Well... You put up more of a fight than I would have thought possible out of such a soft boy.«

He lied.

»But don't clap for yourself quite yet. That sword of yours is the only reason you still live.«

›Or I, for that matter.‹

Ghirahim put his head to the right side, behind him was the golden gate he had pounded on before. This girl's energy was diminishing.

»I fear I spent far too long teasing and toying with you. The girl's presence has all but faded from this place.«

Ghirahim expelled air in annoyance.

»Which means there's no reason to linger here.«

Ghirahim knew he would see him again.

»Good-bye, skychild. Run and play this time. Get in my way again, though and you're dead.«

With that he raised his sword clockwise, summoned dark magic, and dissolved into crystals, reappearing on the roof of the temple entrance.

›This brat actually has the guts to stand up to me. Ghirahim's eyes narrowed. You'll regret this. I'll find your weakness and then I'll destroy you‹

His thoughts made him laugh briefly. All he had to do was wait. And then it would be an easy one.

Ghirahim watched as Link climbed onto the tree trunk in front of the Skyview temple a few moments later and onto the ledge. He was about to turn away when he heard a scream.

Hopefully he turned around.

Perhaps some of his Bukoblins had taken notice of the child. The demon lord approached the spot invisible. But the runt was already gone, he looked around.

Back there, the child ran as if Demise himself was after him. And only when Ghirahim looked closer, he could see the wasps chasing him.

His gaze was glued to the fellow dressed in green. He looked like a grasshopper jumping over the entire surface. And jumping he was good at. His whole body was then under tension.

Ghirahim couldn't help grinning. When the boy stumbled, couldn't catch himself and fell, Ghirahim laughed. Wasps buzzed around the fallen boy. Agonized moans and curses reached his ears. This was too delicious after all.

Several moments passed and the wasps did not leave him. Exhilarated at the child's stupidity, he sent a flurry of dark magic to the beasts, scaring them away. Did he feel pity for the child?

›Certainly not!‹

He smirked, no he felt it as a satisfaction to see the other on the ground.

He winced, and turned around. The surroundings glowed. He could make out walls, and corridors. He moved. Again he flinched. What is going on here? It seemed like he was running. Then a shadow to his left.

»...child«

Again he flinched. The brightness increased abruptly. Then it became softer until it faded into darkness. A sound of metal on metal reached his ears. Again, everything moved. Was he running? Right, left. Silence.

Movements, as if he was walking slowly now. A feeling on his hand. Someone was holding him there, walking with him.

»Are you dreaming again, skychild?«

A voice whispered.

He couldn't look there, couldn't answer. The outlines of the surroundings became clearer. He saw gray columns, and a wide staircase. Two broken columns. Water rushing. Trees, light, and Hylia. Four more columns, soft, warm light. A white and golden shrine. Water, water everywhere through four waterfalls. Bright blue sky, not a cloud.

His hand was gripped tighter. He felt no pain from it.

»Why are you dreaming of this? What do you expect?«

Again he could not answer. Why was he here? Why couldn't he avert his eyes? With a jerk, he was pulled aside, and then there was a touch on his cheek. Gentle, as if he could feel lips.

»Have you created a dream world for yourself? Just because I didn't pay enough attention to you when we first met?«

With each word, he felt the movement against his cheek

»Is it too repulsive for you that I am searching for Hylia?«

He winced. Then he heard bell-like laughter. He had never imagined it like this.

»Oh, skychild. Didn't you notice that I couldn't keep my hands off of you? Even this holy place, does not stop me.«

He could already hear a smile coming out.

He shuddered. What kind of feeling was this? Hylia looked at him. Was her gaze more penetrating? Was she condemning him?

»Look at her.«

the voice breathed.

»I wonder what she thinks of you, when you admit to yourself that you want me.« Another touch on his shoulder. His hand was not released. »Is she proud of her chosen hero? Or would she look at you with disgust.«

He felt a tremor.

»My little hero. Are you still her hero?«

He whispered in his ear. The touch on his shoulder moved to his neck. Light as a feather, fingers stroked over his neck and larynx.

»Just turn away from her, and toward me«

There were the touches again on his cheek and then something moist. Had he licked at him?

Again he wanted to turn his head to the side, but it just didn't happen. He wanted to answer him, but no sound left his mouth.

»Do you like this, child? Do you want to turn away from Hylia? Do you want to come out of the light and into the darkness every step of the way? Will you bind yourself to me?«

Another laugh, this time darker

»Do you?«

The touches on the neck had disappeared.

Darkness fell briefly, the scene was different. Sky, so much sky, not a cloud. Above in his field of vision, the face of a stone Hylia.

He tried to stand up. No response. Touches on his legs, his belly. Where were his clothes? There was no fabric left. He didn't feel them. Had he not been wearing any just now either? "Are you lost in your dream world, little one?« the voice murmured again. This time it came from below. He felt a breath of air. Was the voice at his abdomen?

»Heroically built you are, I must admit«

He could almost hear the sly grin. He didn't need to see it. His field of vision shuddered. And then the touches continued to drive toward his center. Hot.

»What am I going to do to you? Your body trembles under my every touch, boy. Your voice resounds as if I were playing a rare instrument.«

The touches were stroking his center now, pausing, and then there was something at his entrance.

»I like the song you play. Tune it louder, hero. Let Hylia hear you are being desecrated. I will sully you with darkness until your light ceases to shine - until it goes out.«

And that's when the touch entered him. It was beyond description. A cooling touch inside his hot body.

There was no pain, just this dull feeling, the touch triggered something in him. The cold disappeared from him and then pushed further. He felt so hot.

»Is this getting to you already, fallen hero? Yet I'm not even done with you yet. Look, you're already spilling.«

The voice came from below again. He tried to turn his field of vision again. Why couldn't he? And then he felt it. Through his whole body. Glowing heat around his middle, his abdomen seemed to explode in fireworks.

Up, down, up, down. His field of vision blurred. And then it was over. What had happened?

»Not bad at all, skychild. For a dream, you've got it in you.«

He tried to say something, but again nothing. And then suddenly his field of vision was no longer the sky. A face framed by white silky hair, piercing cool brown eyes. He licked something from his lips.

»Moan for me one last time, my fallen hero«

He moved closer, and that's when he felt the latter's tongue brush his cheek.

»Ghirahim!«

»Ghirahim!«

Astonished, the demon lord looked up. Night had fallen on the surface and the supposed hero had sat on a tree with wide branches. Ghirahim looked into Link's frightened blue eyes. They stared into space. He watched the human in front of him with interest. Rapid breathing, wide-open eyes, and red cheeks.

›Surely he hadn't had a bad dream? That would be desirable. ‹

A smirk appeared on his lips.

Ghirahim watched Link putting his right hand on his face. Link's shoulders shook.

›What was the child dreaming about?‹

Now he was really curious and creeped unnoticed by the boy closer. From top to bottom he looked at the blond. Breathing heavily, he sat on the branch. Then he took his hand away and curled it into the green tunic on his lap. He lifted it and the chain mail underneath. And to reveal a pair of light-colored trousers, but they were no longer dry.

The demon lord raised his right eyebrow and watched as Link dropped his clothes back into his lap. Link growled and set about climbing down from the tree.

›Rosy cheeks, rapid breathing, and wet pants? Had the grasshopper been dreaming about him? This is going to be more interesting than we thought. What is the boy up to now?‹

Ghirahim hovered behind him unnoticed until his skychild arrived at a pond and – after taking off all his clothes – washed himself. He was a demon lord. He didn't want to see that.

›This is going too far for me now! I am a demon lord. I don't want to watch this.‹

You don't believe that yourself.

It was night again on the surface. His minions searched everywhere for that cursed firefly and the Sheikah witch. Ghirahim clenched his hands into fists. It couldn't be that hard to find a child.

He cried out in anger and a wave of dark magic shot across the sky. He was after a child himself. You just couldn't take your eyes off her.

Ghirahim didn't avert his gaze as the youth sought a place to sleep. He didn't consider it necessary to return to his cuckoo's nest.

The demon relaxed his fingers again. He could only shake his head at the child's carelessness. No precautions. He just lay down and slept. What did his name mean again? The brave... or the serene.

Ghirahim laughed to himself. Appropriate for someone who wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

Bad luck!

Ghirahim watched as Link struggled through the landscape of Eldin. Or rather jumping from stone to stone like a grasshopper. Several times Link had already lost his way in the wasteland. The demon lord even followed him into the Mogma cave system.

Now, this runt had obtained digging claws with which he could dig in the earth.

›He really is a child playing in the dirt.‹

Ghirahim rolled his eyes and continued to follow Link unnoticed. However, when Link got to the great whirlwind in the caves, Ghirahim simply teleported up and reappeared on the branch of a dead tree.

Only a few moments later, his grasshopper also came jumping out of the hole with his scarf. The boy looked around, walked once around the hole, and looked up at him too.

›My camouflage is perfect...‹

»Are you following me?«

Ghirahim was surprised that Link had noticed him. Still, he didn't move yet.

»Come Ghirahim. I feel you«

›This is really interesting.‹

Therefore, he went right behind him and materialized.

»What can I do for you?«

Ghirahim murmured directly into his ear.

Link turned around. A wry smile was on his lips and then, he hadn't expected that Link grabbed him. Ghirahim looked down, Link's hand grabbed him right between the legs and held his cock tight.

»Don't you think this game is too hot for you?«

He murmured leaning down a bit toward Link. Out of the corner of his eye, he had made out a shadow on the opposite gate. They were not alone. Someone would watch the spectacle.

›I wonder who that could be.‹

»I think the only hot thing here is you«

Ghirahim's hair was grabbed and then he felt Link on his lips. A kiss, only fleeting, then his cock was grabbed tighter too. Ghirahim now looked into Link's eyes. He saw not only courage in them, but also a fire that he had not felt for a long time as a sword spirit.

Through his tight-fitting white pants, Ghirahim felt Link massaging his abdomen. His breathing quickened. Ghirahim rested a hand on Link's shoulder, gripping the green tunic there.

»Are you enjoying that, demon?«

At that moment, the human's grip became almost painful - if he were a human himself.

Link put his other hand on Ghirahim's trousers as well, opened them and pulled them down. In the short time the boy had to let go of him. The demon lord then stepped back a little. That wasn't quite what he expected from the little hero. At least he hadn't thought the other person capable of it.

»You don't want to back out, do you? Your body definitely wants me to continue« Link speculated.

›Oh, my skychild must like to play with fire.‹

Ghirahim grabbed Link this time.

»Be careful what you wish for«

he hissed dangerously quiet and pushed Link away. Link took a step back, but approached him again, almost pushing him against the wall. Then the blond leaned towards him and whispered uncertain:

»Does this agreement still exist between us?«

Ghirahim gave his grasshopper a long look.

»Do you remember the safe word?«

Link nodded.

»Triforce.«

With his back to the wall, his trousers at his ankles and his cock almost hard, he was surprised to see Link kneeling in front of him with renewed courage. The boy grabbed his dick.

›Whatever the sky child is up to...‹

And then his thoughts were interrupted, because Link took him into his mouth.

He was about to say something when Link touched his length from top to bottom with his tongue. He sucked in air, trembling.

Ghirahim grabbed Link by the scruff and pulled him closer.

»If you're going to do it, do it right, skychild«

He liked what the human was doing, even if his body showed it differently than a human's. Sure it erected his humanoid body, but he didn't develop a faster pulse or anything like that.

Link sparkled up at him from below, taking him in hand. He released it from his mouth and ran a firm grip up and down his shaft.

»Do you not like my performance, my Lord?«

The blush on Link's cheeks was very nice to look at. But he could shut up already.

As if Link had sensed his displeasure, he licked the entire length again. His previously idle hand worked on Ghirahim's balls, but he felt that it didn't stay there long, because the fingertips felt their way forward. He couldn't see what the boy was doing. And then, he knew.

»Don't you dare...« But he stopped his sentence as he looked Link in the eyes.

»Please trust me.« And after Ghirahim nodded, he was not sure if that would be enjoyable. Link prodded his hole with a finger as long as the muscle ring gave way. The demon lord faltered, in everything he did.

He hadn't expected it to be like this.

His innermost being, his core, was touched by something he hadn't felt in eons. The magic core - normally only seen in his other form - pulsed and his humanoid body sang to that very impulse. He gasped and slumped against the wall. Link seemed to have been waiting for just that and immediately took him fully in his mouth again.

Ghirahim was nearly knocked off his feet by these impulses. He had to hold on to the Hylian hero's hair, pulling him closer to himself because his perception was limited to the touch and the feeling on his abdomen. He felt that Link's lips loosened and tried to get away from him without removing the finger from Ghirahim's abdomen.

»Sky...child«

Ghirahim gasped almost breathlessly. And then he felt one finger become two. Just like that. The tension in his abdomen increased and then his legs buckled under him. At the same time he let go of Link and tried to hold on to the wall.

When he looked up, he was sitting hunched against the wall with a rounded back, his legs on either side of Link. Who was still kneeling in front of him, the fingers of his hand in Ghirahim's abdomen, the other tightly on his still hard cock.

»That was more revealing than I thought, demon lord«

Link grinned at him. Ghirahim's thoughts had come to a halt. He knew he couldn't say anything in reply.

As if his skychild had taken it as an invitation, he stroked his hand up and down again, leaning forward toward him. Both of their noses almost touched.

»It is a beautiful sight – almost perfect – to watch you, Lord Ghirahim.«

Whatever Ghirahim wanted to say in reply was lost in a whimper, Link picked up the movement of his left hand again and the right did not remain idle. Both of his fingers moved out of him and back in. His inner core seemed to grow hotter and hotter.

Ghirahim raised his hand again and gripped Link's shoulder, his fingers stiffening there, holding him tight.

»Oh no, you won't do that. In round two, you keep your fingers to yourself!«

Link admonished him – and he followed the instruction. Where was his resistance? Where was his pride in this situation? How could a runt like this chosen hero degrade him to a creature of lust?

›Because you like it‹

Link added a third finger and Ghirahim's core exploded with such a surge of energy that his body trembled. He heard Link's breathing return to normal after a while, blue eyes looking questioningly at him.

»Have I mastered the game to your satisfaction?«

»That was more fun than I suspected. We'll do that again.«

After leaving Link behind, Ghirahim entered the room dominated by the statue of a giant dragon, and where his monsters finally captured this copy of Hylia. He grinned. Finally he could free his master, perform the ritual and this world would descend into darkness. He couldn't wait any longer.

Those pesky human bugs would eventually know their place. And this grasshopper would see that he could not do whatever he wanted. Oh he would enjoy seeing Demise slay Link. Ghirahim looked forward to having his blood on his blade.

›Are you sure?‹

Annoyed by his own thoughts, his head jerked to the left, to where the bokoblins had told him to. Yes, the shackles were there, but the brat wasn't.

›Where is she?‹

He gritted his teeth tightly. He screamed. That couldn't be true! That Sheikah witch had beaten him again. Frustrated, he sat down on the stone dragon's head and bent one leg. Annoyed, he put his arm on his knee. What would he do with these chicks in the future? In any case, he would rip out their feathers so that they would finally stop flapping away from him.

Below the room the gate groaned. The boy was here and he had not a single nerve to spend on him right now.

Yes, it was exhilarating to watch the boy but right now it was just annoying. He shouldn't display his anger like that again when his heart pulsed at the young hero's face. Trying to be emotionless, he turned to the blond hero.

»Oh, it's you.«

His voice penetrated down to the bottom.

»Let me see. No, that's not it. This is so very embarrassing, but I seem to be at a loss for your name.«

›Well actually no, Link, but you don't need to know that.‹

»Not that it matters, really. To tell you the truth. I'm feeling a bit frustrated, and right now I just need someone to vent to.«

Ghirahim raised his hand to his chest and closed his eyes briefly.

»I heard my underlings had finally captured the spirit maiden, so of course, I rushed over here.«

›It's not like I don't have more important things to do with you?‹

»What can I say? I was excited. Flustered, even«

He lowered his voice. Link was still at the other end of the room, hadn't dared to come to him.

»But what did I find when I arrived?«

And there it was again. That anger. Why couldn't he keep it in check when his skychild was around.

»That agent of the goddess, she had once again.«

He inhaled. Deeply.

»I MUST have the spirit maiden in order to resurrect my master! I MUST HAVE HER!«

Ghirahim straightened up again and braced his left hand on his hip.

»I apologize. But now I'm sure you understand why I'm a little displeased.«

Link still showed no emotion. What more did it take?

»I got a little carried away there, didn't I? I don't deal well with... complications to plans I've laid out so carefully. It's a character flaw of mine.«

However, if he took care of the runt now, he couldn't put his horde of bokoblins in their place. Link would just have to do without his presence!

»Ah, but something good can still come from this day! I've had all this bottled-up anger smoldering inside me, and now I can release it.

There's someone special I'd like you to meet. Oh, don't be shy! I need to vent all this unhealthy anger, and your agony is such a great stress reliever. It won't take more than a few moments with my friend before you're charred to a satisfying crisp. And let me tell you, that will put a spring in my step!«

He shouted and disappeared from the Earth Temple in a thousand crystals. The alleged hero should see how he got out of there!

Ghirahim appeared directly behind his infantry. Imposing as he was, he towered over the bokoblins.

›Stupid beasts with no mind or intellect.‹

He took his complete frustration out on them. Many had to die because they let the holy maiden escape. Breathing heavily, he stood in a field of blood and dead bodies.

The rage was still in him, but not as strong as before.

His insides seethed with negative emotions, and yet there was this one emotion that this thrice-cursed grasshopper had triggered in him. With a scream, he teleported himself in front of the Eldin Temple and waited for Link – hiding.

Finally Link stepped out of the temple, Ghirahim narrowed his eyes. He could not describe this feeling inside him. But he didn't like it either.

Unnoticed by the grasshopper, he moved away again. He should chase after this Hylia cut. Ghirahim would follow him everywhere and try to get the girl before him. Because that was the only way he could reawaken Demise, and his master's reign would be terrible. And that pesky bug would learn his place, or even be destroyed by his master.

Ghirahim grinned.

›Yes, I like that.‹

Really? Wouldn't the future be boring then?

Lanayru desert

Ghirahim had been waiting for the grasshopper in the desert for quite a while. He hated the dry heat and the dusty sand. But he knew that Link would show up here at some point. If he was honest, he couldn't wait any longer either.

This desert was much too bright for him. There was hardly any possibility to seek shelter anywhere. Even though he didn't need this because he could teleport anywhere but his sky child couldn't. Ghirahim could not follow him into the cloud realm. Hylia's protection stopped him. So he was doomed to wait for him in the ground.

He sat in the air expectantly, his legs crossed.

›He could finally come down.‹

Ghirahim got a little restless. Since he was following Link, he often felt emotions that he had never felt so strongly before. Anger was usually his strongest emotion. But since he'd been stalking the blond boy almost daily to find that Hylia reincarnation. There was more. He hadn't been able to identify what it was yet. But he almost didn't care, as long as Link didn't get in his way. It doesn't matter which way.

He heard a scream from high in the sky and hid his form for a brief moment so that his skychild could not see him as he fell.

Link rushed past him and at the last moment he pulled his sailcloth to slide to the ground. For a brief moment, Ghirahim held his breath. He watched as Link brushed the dust off his legs, which he had thrown up when he landed. He leaned forward tensely and almost giggled as he continued to watch Link walk around the granite statue of the robot. The ladder led Link to the plateau of the statue. But he should be able to see him from there now.

»What do you want?«

Oh, so Link had actually noticed him when he made himself visible again.

Ghirahim snapped his fingers and teleported himself directly behind Link. He put his left hand around the hero's waist and his right hand on his neck.

»What do you think I want from you? Tell me where your girlfriend is!«

Ghirahim murmured into the other's pointed ear. The demon lord felt his pulse quicken, but he got no answer.

»Oh, little hero. You know I'm going to get what I want anyway.«

He curled the fingers of his right hand a little so that he was putting pressure on his neck. »Don't stand up to me. It just doesn't agree with you, my skychild.«

Ghirahim felt the boy's breath catch in his hand. He would have loved to see the expression in the blue eyes, but his position just wouldn't allow it.

›A great pity.‹

But he would still force enough situations where he could watch Link.

»Ghirahim...«

Oh, how well his name rolled from the other's lips. It was almost music to the demon lord's ears.

With his left hand, he went up to the youth's chest and opened the sword armor, so that the master sword was held in place only by your bodies.

»What is it, Link?«

He whispered in the blond's ear and barely a second later, he teleported directly in front of him. The master sword fell to the ground, the metal clattered and then lay still.

Big blue eyes stared at him. Was it helplessness the boy felt or something else?

»Leave me alone.«

The voice of the skychild was a whisper, but the blush in his cheeks gave him away.

›What is the boy thinking of? Not that unspeakable behavior in Eldin? I'll get that out of him.‹

»You don't really want that«

Ghirahim grinned. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that Link was completely at his mercy.

»That's right«

The reply was soft to his ear. Slowly, he leaned down to the blond.

»So you admit it. What am I going to do with you?«

He had barely finished speaking when the blond had already pulled him by his burgundy cloak and there were lips on his.

Ghirahim was not surprised. He grabbed Link by the hair and pulled him away from him.

»Do you need it so badly, little hero? Don't you have someone who can satisfy your cravings?«

Although his voice was mocking, he pushed his left leg between the hero's. He felt that Link was trembling and for whatever reason was already aroused. Now he was even more interested in what the little hero was constantly thinking.

Ghirahim loosened his grip on the blond hair a bit and pulled him back in for a kiss. He looked at the human calculatingly. Would it really be worth it? A human, even if his life was so fragile, Link had already proven several times that he wasn't that easy to kill. Was it really worth wasting your time here instead of looking for that god brat?

The demon lord broke the kiss first.

»Skychild, is it wise to meet your enemy like this?«

A smile played around his lips. He hadn't thought in the least of desecrating Link himself. But that the younger one would initiate this again, he really hadn't counted on that. Ghirahim saw that Link's cheeks had turned even redder with embarrassment.

»Stop that, Ghirahim!«

Link looked away from him. His hands were balled into fists.

»You like it so obviously.«

Ghirahim whispered and watched as Link wrestled with himself again. Then the hero seemed to have taken a heart, because he stepped towards Ghirahim again, wrapped his arms around his waist - because he was just too small - and pressed against him.

»Shall I show you what I intended for you in Eldin?«

›Yes.‹

If he was really honest with himself, his skychild didn't look too bad. Not as handsome as himself, but who was really?

Ghirahim tightened his grip on the other's hair again and pulled his head back. He bent down and licked his Adam's apple with his long tongue.

»Oh skychild, you don't know what happened in Eldin. You've started something you can't control, so what do you want to do?«

The boy trembled in his grip. Ghirahim just grinned and completely let go of Link, stepping a few steps away from him. He spread his hands invitingly.

»What, oh Hylia's chosen hero, do you imagine? Can you imagine me kneeling down in front of you and begging for forgiveness? Like me, like your slave, do anything you want?«

He could see his words touching the youth as Link's body trembled and a whimper escaped his lips.

Yes, he already had Link under his thumb.

Ghirahim snapped his fingers once and the burgundy cloak vanished into thin air. His grasshopper came toward him. Link ran his hands over the tight white suit and partially exposed chest.

»Can you let this vanish too?«

This was child's play for Ghirahim. On his account, he could also make the hero's clothes disappear. He snapped again, and his white clothes too, but not only that, his opponent's green tunic actually disappeared. Link was quite astonished when he stood there just as naked. Or was it because Ghirahim, as Demise had created him, was before him?

Ghirahim grabbed Link and this time pulled him towards him, put his lips on the human's neck and felt the rapid pulse again.

»You should be punished for what you did to me«

He murmured, then licked from Adam's apple down to the collarbone and on to the nipples on Link's chest. He played around the left, the right was twisted by his hand. The sounds Link made were music to his ears. His innermost being stirred at the sounds of the other. It pulsed again. Was that excitement he felt from Link? Not the excitement he felt in murder and manslaughter, but lust.

The demon lord wandered further south and knelt in front of Link. He looked up at Link briefly and looked directly into blue eyes. Link seemed not to let him out of his sight. Good for him. With nimble fingers, he opened the boy's light-colored pants, put his hand inside, and pulled Link's cock out. He paused briefly, but then reconsidered and took his length completely into his mouth in one go. With his long tongue, he enveloped the pulsating dick. Deeply he took Link in himself, a gag reflex like a human being he had not.

Back and forth, he moved his head, many times and with a yelp, Hylia's chosen hero came into his mouth. Ghirahim swallowed without thinking about it. He then stood back up, grabbing Link by his shoulders as he swayed a bit.

»You okay, child?«

Ghirahim could see in the blue eyes that Link didn't like it when he called him a child.

»What do you imagine I'm doing to you in the dark of night?«

He murmured in Link's ear.

»Do you want me to make love«

He almost spat out the word - vile word.

»to you?«

His slender fingers ran into Link's blond hair again. Oh yes, he liked the color and texture of his hair.

»Or, do you imagine me doing unspeakable things to you? Do you imagine me coming into your bird's nest and seeking you out in your rooms?«

He paused briefly, as Link drew in a sharp breath. Had he struck a nerve?

»Is the idea of visiting you behind a closed door too exciting for you? Or do you want people to see you? What if your little girlfriend saw you. Imagine...«

He licked Link over the top of his ear and then released him from his grip, walking once completely around the boy, grabbing his arms. Crossed them in front of his chest and held him there, motionless. He was able to hold both wrists with one hand. The other continued south and grabbed Link's cock. Slowly he went up and down.

»Imagine you and me up there, high above the clouds. Tell me what I would do to you. Tell me your dirty secrets, oh chosen hero.«

The demon lord's hand slowed down. Slower and slower, but did not stop stroking Link. The hero's body trembled in his embrace.

»Speak«

He breathed, and the younger man whimpered in response.

»Yes.«

»What, yes? Do you want me to disgrace your body in front of the inhabitants of the sky? Do you want everyone to witness that you have given yourself to me - Lord Ghirahim? What would your friends say about it if they could see you like this now? Standing here at attention in the middle of the desert, you should have been on your way long ago.«

Ghirahim murmured in Link's ear.

»Instead, you're having fun with the enemy. What would Hylia say to that?«

He squeezed a little tighter and slid his hand back up, but this time stayed there. His fingers circled Link's tip, over and over again.

»Imagine if she were watching you right now.«

Ghirahim felt his body begin to shake violently, and then Link was already coming.

»Look at that, skychild. Now you've dirtied yourself. Again!«

He scolded the blond, who was leaning against him, breathing heavily. He held his sullied hand in front of Link's mouth.

»Lick it clean!«

A command. Link followed this directly, his warm tongue licked the white drops from the back of his hand, and also the inner surfaces. The fingers he took directly into his mouth. Raising an eyebrow, the demon watched the spectacle.

»Yeah lick them clean«

Ghirahim whispered, licking over Link's ear again.

»Go ahead and suck them, skychild, because in a moment these fingers are going to do things that will make you very happy.«

Link whimpered around his fingers, his oral cavity was vibrating as he did this. Ghirahim pressed Link a little closer to him. Needless to say, the human's spectacle had not left him unaffected. He just blanked out his own body better, so he pressed his abdomen against Link's ass.

»This time my dear, you will pay for the performance in Eldin!«

He withdrew his fingers and his whole hand, then pulled Link's pants down so that they caught on his boots.

»I will have to chastise you standing here, like a horse that disobeys.«

He hissed a little more sharply than he meant to.

Briefly, the demon lord snapped his fingers and they both teleported to the edge of the statue, next to them was the ladder for climbing down. He gave Link a shove in the back, simultaneously releasing his hands crossed in front of his chest and grabbing his hips.

»Brace yourself.«

As Link leaned forward, his bum rose up, giving Ghirahim an excellent view of everything Link had to offer.

With his still wet fingers he made a circle around Link's muscle ring. His skychild gasped, and then he pushed his index finger inside him. Excruciatingly slowly, he slid his finger in and out. He changed the angle to stretch the muscle. Link groaned at this treatment. Ghirahim released Link's hips and took hold of himself. Thousands of years ago he had last laid hands on himself.

»Look at you, Link. Your body's taking my fingers like a lust demon.«

Link's moan drew a grin across the demon's face. He additionally pushed his middle finger into the hero.

»If only you could see your ass taking my fingers.«

At that precise moment, the muscles around his fingers tightened.

»Oh skychild, carry on, I don't care.«

His laugh echoed through the desert.

»And when you scream, that's a tune that only shows the goddess what a depraved boy you are!«

He moved both fingers back and forth, pushing them apart and back together. Eventually he added a third. The hero's body moved in rhythm with his fingers.

»Your body is already mine.«

Ghirahim withdrew his fingers and positioned himself directly at Link's entrance. With a flowing application he pushed into him. He felt that Link was shaking as he screamed out loud. He couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. He put his hands on the hips in front of him and pushed Link away from him, then quickly pulled him closer again. So he quickly fucked him in a steady rhythm.

The bird rider couldn't imagine what this feeling of owning him here caused Ghirahim to feel. Ghirahim's core pulsed in rhythm as he thrust into the hero. An intoxicating feeling. Almost better than shedding blood.

Again and again he fucked the willing body in front of him. He noticed that Link changed his position by only supporting himself on one hand. He guided his free hand to his erect shaft and pumped.

»Oh no, you don't!«

Ghirahim hissed and grabbed Link's wrist and twisting his arm behind his back. Link had to lean in a bit, but that didn't bother the demon.

He was fucking him even deeper now.

»You will only come from me.« With that he pulled Link towards him with his twisted arm.

He picked up the pace, the power he put into each movement increased. Ghirahim felt a heat within himself that seemed to emanate from his magical core. He was about to focus on that when the blond hero tensed up and started screaming.

Link threw back his head, leaned on Ghirahim's shoulder and gasped raggedly. White liquid formed on top of his cock.

The demon lord leaned his head down slightly.

»My skychild«

He released his wrist and ran his fingers through Link's hair. Then he completely pulled away from him, just letting go. He himself hadn't experienced any physical changes in the last few seconds, but he just ignored that. He would later have to analyze the feeling that stirred within him.

»If my master could see you like this, skychild. Used and dirty. The goddess herself wouldn't even look at you.«

Link had slid to the ground. Grinning, Ghirahim turned around. He looked from the statue to the mining facility in the distance.

»Don't ever…«

He fell silent.

Two arms wrapped tightly around his chest, constricting his arms.

»Do you think I'll just let you go?«

Link whispered in his ear, challenging. Ghirahim turned his head and was about to retort something when Link had already straightened up and bit him in the ear.

Where did the youth still have the strength to surprise him and hold him tight? In the corner of his eye, he saw the leather adventure pouch and a small empty bottle next to it.

›That bastard took a stamina potion.‹

»What will it be when it's done?«

The demon hissed.

»Haven't you had enough yet?«

He received no answer from Hylia's chosen one. It annoyed him a little that Link didn't talk back as usual. When he was about to say something again, he looked down at himself. Ghirahim felt friction against his abdomen. Link's hips met his buttocks, in a slow rhythm.

›What the hell is he doing?‹

Slowly Link loosened his vise hug and his hands found the demon's dick. Both hands only stayed there for a short time.

»Stand properly, my lord«

Link breathed into his ear.

He should properly...?

›What...?‹

Then Ghirahim realized what Link was doing: he was rubbing his dick on his loins. His insides gave an impulse and he put both legs together. He couldn't even resist the idea. The sounds the human did behind him made his insides swell with a feeling. Was this lust?

Ghirahim felt something moist on his shoulder blade. Was his skychild licking his skin? He drew in a sharp breath as he moved faster and faster against him. Ghirahim felt his abdomen tighten.

Link then pulled away from him. Ghirahim was about to turn around but was stopped by Link's hand on his shoulder.

»Stay right there.«

The demon lord wasn't sure if he wanted to follow that reluctantly – or not. Then he heard Link looking for something, so he just looked over his shoulder because why shouldn't he be allowed to look?

What Link pulled out of his adventure pouch, however, surprised him. What does he need his slingshot for now? He couldn't make any sense of that.

»Special occasions, require special measures.«

The blond muttered and Ghirahim looked ahead again. Whatever the human was up to, he couldn't let it happen. But for whatever reason, his limbs did not obey him.

Then he felt Link's breath on his backside again, relatively far down.

»Sky...«

Ghirahim fell silent. He felt his hands on his lower back and further down.

»Sky...«

He tried again, but there was the warm wetness of Link's mouth again, this time on his muscle ring. A nasty little voice in the back of his head was glad that Demise had created him in the image of humans thousands of years ago. Choking, he drew in air and a tremor went through his humanoid body. Ghirahim swallowed hard.

His skychild's tongue circled and then thrust forward once. Ghirahim would never admit it, but his knees buckled.

»That's enough«

He grumbled, lacking his usual bite.

»Either you get to the point, or...« and then he heard Link spit, and shortly afterward something bore into him. Link had risen to his feet and was pressing up against his side. His left arm was around Ghirahim's midsection. The latter looked down at himself.

›That doesn't feel warm.‹

It flashed through his mind.

›Did he just...?‹

Link moved what his mind didn't dare to name yet within him. Back and forth. Then he changed the angle. Ghirahim grabbed his sky child's forearm with his hands and clawed his fingernails. Link bit his shoulder so he would let go. And he did. His core was pulsing faster and faster. With every thrust the little one made with the slingshot, the impulses of his magical existence penetrated him.

Ghirahim's mouth was open and his eyes were closed. His breathing was ragged and he could now interpret the feeling of lust on the edge of his mind.

»Come for me, my Lord.«

Link whispered in his ear, ramming the handle of the slingshot deep into him.

A scream ripped through the desert and the energy inside him literally exploded, causing him to lose his footing for good. Link couldn't catch him.

So he lay with the slingshot still in his body on the floor of the granite statue. With half-closed eyes he looked up at his skychild. Link stroked his own aroused dick with hectic movements.

Watching Link from this position was something completely new to him, but he enjoyed it.

As the young hero came, it was as if a lust demon was standing in front of him. His skychild was breathtaking.

So, it were the ruins of the Lanayru mining facility. The aura of Hylia's reincarnation had led him here. And of course that cursed Sheikah witch was with her, blocking the way with a shield. Broad but weak.

Ghirahim summoned his dark magic, blasting away the rubble wall and that ridiculous shield. Laughing, he dashed forward, leaping over the remaining stones and landing in front of the bridge that led to the female skychild. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his grasshopper standing. He quickly turned around and built a barrier of dark magic in front of Link.

›He should stay where he is! Then he doesn't bother me.‹

You mean he'll be safe from your attack.

When he was sure that Link couldn't get in his way, he turned away from him with a grin. How shocked the little one looked. Link couldn't imagine him treating him like that?

›Pah!‹

After what Link had done to him only recently, Link was the demon of the two of them. Ghirahim would do other things just to get there. He had to have that copy of Hylia!

Augmented with magic, he ran towards this holy girl. However, the Sheikah witch stood in front of her as a shield and repelled his attack. This could be more interesting than you thought! Again and again he pounded on the woman's shield.

›It will break eventually and then Demise will finally rise again!‹

So he kept hitting Impa's shield harder and harder. He tried not to be distracted so that the shield would break faster, but he also noticed that Zelda ran to the right and threw something over the chasm. Link must have caught it – his skychild was a natural at catching things.

›If he dared to interfere now, too, I'd be really pissed.‹

He saw a weakness in the Sheikah's cover. He took advantage of this immediately, laughed briefly and stabbed the shield with his sword. That broke and the Sheikah witch fell to the ground.

He laughed, but then he felt his grasshopper leaping at him from behind. The sword in hand. So Link dared to attack him and stand in his way? Hadn't the boy learned not to get angry? Now he stopped him too.

With a back somersault he jumped away from Link and stared at the scene in front of him.

Impa, the dog of the goddess, destroyed the portal of time.

›For Demise's sake!‹

He slapped the air with his hand angrily.

»Oh Link.«

He sighed.

»I blame myself. I should have reprimanded you the last time we met, but instead, I was soft. I'd take pleasure in punishing you.«

›And not just one. I'll make you scream and bleed‹

Ghirahim cursed inwardly, his rage was burning inside him. He clenched his left hand.

»I have no time for recreation. But next time."

He looked penetratingly at the blonde in front of him.

»I will do more than just beat you senseless. I'll make the affair so excruciating, you'll deafen yourself with the shrill sound of your screams.«

He retreated a few steps from Hylia's chosen hero and disappeared in small crystals.

Link lay next to him. His face was turned towards him, the lids closed and the fine eyelashes lay on his cheeks. Silently, Ghirahim raised his hand and stroked a blond strand from his forehead. How can such a delicate creature be so fearless? How could Hylia choose this youngling? What had driven the goddess to do this? When Link slept, he was more like a gentle god who could forgive any mistake.

A small smile graced Ghirahim's lips. Even the mistake of betraying him or destroying the world. Link would forgive anything.

The sun rose higher and the golden-red rays hit the blond hair. He glowed.

›If Link is the light, I'm the shadow taking over the brightness‹ he thought to himself. And that's how it was, only Link's light just didn't get any less.

The smile disappeared from his face. How could Link keep coming back to him?

His hand ran from the forehead over the proud bridge of the nose, over the lips lingered there briefly, then ran over the chin to the neck. He gently laid his entire hand there.

How easy it would be to squeeze now. If he ended the hero's life now, the fight between them would be over.

›Is it still a fight‹ he asked himself.

Ghirahim's fingers twitched, squeezing harder. He felt his skychild's pulse in his hand. A small voice in the back of his head whispered to push harder and finish. He hissed loudly and pulled his hand away.

›No, the game isn't over yet.‹

Is it still a game if you don't want to let him go?

To be continued...?