"What the Hell! Get away!" Piccolo cried.
Ganondorf, with his strong arms wrapped around Piccolo, smiled innocently.
"When I returned with your tea you were sleeping. You looked like an angel,
I couldn't resist the urge to touch you and then I absolutely had to get
closer. My dear Piccolo, you are so tempting."
"You are insane!" Piccolo screamed. "I want to leave! Now!"
"You can't leave. I'm waiting for your friends," Ganondorf said, rolling on top of Piccolo.
"Get off!" Piccolo yelled, struggling under Ganondorf's weight.
"Your skin is even more splendid from above," Ganondorf chuckled, playing with one of Piccolo's antenna.
"Oh, just kill me," Piccolo found himself begging, as he forced his antenna from Ganondorf's fingers.
"Don't beg, it makes you seem so weak," Ganondorf ordered in a pleasant tone.
"If you don't get off, I'll kill you," Piccolo hissed.
"You can try, if your like," Ganondorf teased.
Piccolo squirmed under Ganondorf, writhing and flexing all of his muscles. No matter what he did it was obvious that Ganondorf wasn't budging. It seemed to Piccolo that he spent half an hour struggling to free himself. With a final grunt he collapsed under Ganondorf's weight and closed his eyes.
"You're very strong," Ganondorf announced, pressing Piccolo's antenna against his lips.
Piccolo opened a single eye and glanced at the glass ceiling. The sky was as black as it had been yesterday. "Is it ever day here?" he wondered.
"Of course, it's a beautiful morning, just not around my castle. I have gotten sick of the sun's light and heat, so I used my magic to block it out. That is why it is so cold for about a mile around my castle," Ganondorf explained.
Piccolo winced as he felt Ganondorf's rough, wet tongue working against his antenna. As Ganondorf's hard, white teeth nibbled on the antenna, Piccolo closed his eyes to spare himself from seeing whatever Ganondorf did.
"The sun is highly overrated, no?"
Piccolo kept his eyes close and answered, "We need it to survive."
"I've had far too much of it for a single life time. The desert was always bright and hot. I need some dark," Ganondorf said.
Ganondorf spoke with Piccolo's antenna in his mouth. Every word was accented with a sharp pain as his teeth closed down on Piccolo's sensitive skin. The next time Piccolo opened an eye there were drops of his purple blood on the pillows.
"I understand you don't need to eat anything," Ganondorf suddenly said.
"No," Piccolo replied quietly.
"Then you shall be an easy pet to take care for," Ganondorf tormented.
Piccolo felt the large man fidget on top of him and push himself up to his feet. The Namek sat up quickly and rubbed his sore antenna. Every part of his body was exhausted and trembling. Some of the teeth marks on his antenna would have killed a human.
He glared at Ganondorf to find the man with a blank look on his face, staring past Piccolo at the wall. When Piccolo spun around, the wall was bare, so he turned back towards Ganondorf, who was alert again and making his way towards the door.
"You can train in the large room down the Hall. I will send some creatures up there for you to fight," Ganondorf announced as he shut the door behind him.
"You are insane!" Piccolo screamed. "I want to leave! Now!"
"You can't leave. I'm waiting for your friends," Ganondorf said, rolling on top of Piccolo.
"Get off!" Piccolo yelled, struggling under Ganondorf's weight.
"Your skin is even more splendid from above," Ganondorf chuckled, playing with one of Piccolo's antenna.
"Oh, just kill me," Piccolo found himself begging, as he forced his antenna from Ganondorf's fingers.
"Don't beg, it makes you seem so weak," Ganondorf ordered in a pleasant tone.
"If you don't get off, I'll kill you," Piccolo hissed.
"You can try, if your like," Ganondorf teased.
Piccolo squirmed under Ganondorf, writhing and flexing all of his muscles. No matter what he did it was obvious that Ganondorf wasn't budging. It seemed to Piccolo that he spent half an hour struggling to free himself. With a final grunt he collapsed under Ganondorf's weight and closed his eyes.
"You're very strong," Ganondorf announced, pressing Piccolo's antenna against his lips.
Piccolo opened a single eye and glanced at the glass ceiling. The sky was as black as it had been yesterday. "Is it ever day here?" he wondered.
"Of course, it's a beautiful morning, just not around my castle. I have gotten sick of the sun's light and heat, so I used my magic to block it out. That is why it is so cold for about a mile around my castle," Ganondorf explained.
Piccolo winced as he felt Ganondorf's rough, wet tongue working against his antenna. As Ganondorf's hard, white teeth nibbled on the antenna, Piccolo closed his eyes to spare himself from seeing whatever Ganondorf did.
"The sun is highly overrated, no?"
Piccolo kept his eyes close and answered, "We need it to survive."
"I've had far too much of it for a single life time. The desert was always bright and hot. I need some dark," Ganondorf said.
Ganondorf spoke with Piccolo's antenna in his mouth. Every word was accented with a sharp pain as his teeth closed down on Piccolo's sensitive skin. The next time Piccolo opened an eye there were drops of his purple blood on the pillows.
"I understand you don't need to eat anything," Ganondorf suddenly said.
"No," Piccolo replied quietly.
"Then you shall be an easy pet to take care for," Ganondorf tormented.
Piccolo felt the large man fidget on top of him and push himself up to his feet. The Namek sat up quickly and rubbed his sore antenna. Every part of his body was exhausted and trembling. Some of the teeth marks on his antenna would have killed a human.
He glared at Ganondorf to find the man with a blank look on his face, staring past Piccolo at the wall. When Piccolo spun around, the wall was bare, so he turned back towards Ganondorf, who was alert again and making his way towards the door.
"You can train in the large room down the Hall. I will send some creatures up there for you to fight," Ganondorf announced as he shut the door behind him.