Sorry about the long wait! College really gets busy before spring break, and then I was in Florida for a bit. Better late than never, though, and I'll get chapter 7 out soon to make up for this one being so late. Please R&R!
Night was falling on Kakariko Village. Glancing out his shop window, Hammil saw the faint orange glow left in the wake of the sun, already fallen beyond the west gate. He sighed and finished putting the last of his wares away for the night. He was late. What would his wife think?
As he walked toward the door, ready to head home, he heard a crash from the back room; the kind that usually tended to mean his "you break it, you buy it" rule was about to come into effect. There were, of course, no customers in his shop this late, so he hefted the large walking stick he always carried with him. He was a stout man, despite his rather short stature, and felt quite sure of his ability to stave off whichever foolish child from the village thought it a rush to break into his shop. As he rounded the wall that partitioned his shop, he ran face-first into the two largest, roundest breasts he would ever have the luck of coming into contact with. The first thought to go through his head was that these breasts could break into his shop as often as they chose, followed immediately by "what would my wife think?"
He was shoved backward, away from his new favorite pillows, and looked upon their owner. The breasts were covered by a purple top that wrapped around the back underneath the arms, and extended downward to form a one-piece with loose-fitting pants of the same color. Orange-red hair was pulled back from a dark-skinned face, covered to the eyes with a veil, and now twisted with a look of revulsion.
"Gerudo," Hammil muttered, shaking out of his momentary stupor. The blasted desert thieves had broken into his shop several times before in the fifteen years he owned it, but this was the first time he had seen one himself. He hefted his stick with a feeling of satisfaction. He would finally have his revenge. And when he beat her (she was, after all, just a woman), she would be at his mercy. And he could — He shook his head, banishing the thought. What would his wife think?
He rushed forward, swinging the wooden staff in a horizontal arc toward the Gerudo's midsection. He attacked with all his force, but she simply brought her arm up in a quick motion, deflecting his weapon upward off of a large bronze bracelet, and sending him off balance. She took one step forward, pulling her twin scimitars from her sash, and swung the left one toward his stick, slicing it in half. Using the momentum from this strike, she pirouetted on her left toe, and brought both scimitars in an upward curve, slicing each half of Hammil's weapon into half again. Still in one motion, the woman brought her swords together at Hammil's waist, each blade pointing outward, and threw her arms apart. This caused him no harm, other than to drop his trousers to the floor. Finally, twisting her arms around in a motion that should have dislocated the shoulders of any normal person, she let both scimitars fly, pinning Hammil to the wall by the top of his shirt. He found himself dazed, sitting, and unable to grasp what exactly had just happened.
He stopped trying to figure it out when the Gerudo woman stepped forward and gracefully dropped her clothes to the floor. It was now that he noticed that he too was pants-less. The realization of what was about to happen instantly dawned on him. He would not let this woman have her way with him! This absolutely beautiful, mysterious woman. With such a gorgeous body. And those breasts. . . As the Gerudo lowered herself onto him, he knew at this point exactly what his wife would think.
Talrin's horse galloped through Termina Field, heading back toward the Gerudo village. Along with her, it carried bags of food, seeds, and whatever other objects she had thought would be useful for herself or her fellow tribeswomen. She thought nothing of her rape of the shopkeeper, though she prayed to the Goddesses it would bring her a child. With only one male born every 100 years, the Gerudo were forced to reproduce in this manner, and did not view it as morally wrong. Also, since raids were infrequent, this kept the tribe small, with only a few births each year. Talrin had been with child three years ago, but the Goddesses had taken the baby in the womb. Every raid she hoped for another, but had yet to get her wish.
The Gerudo themselves are a genetic anomaly. Forced to breed with males from other races, their genes literally assimilate those of the father, shutting down any expressions of the father's race. This results in every Gerudo child, whether their father be Hylian, Zoran, or even Goron (though the Gerudo prefer to avoid using the latter two), being a full-blooded Gerudo, and nearly always a female. The Gerudo themselves, of course, do not understand this, and simply attribute it to the whim of the Goddesses (which it is, just executed in such a complex manner).
Talrin was thinking of none of this as she finally reached Gerudo Valley. A great chasm loomed ahead, a river flowing toward Lake Hylia at the bottom. She urged her horse forward. It took the chasm in an impossibly long leap, and then continued into the village. Behind her, two women raised a wooden barrier to prevent outsiders from entering the Valley.
One month later, Hama gave Talrin the news she had been waiting three years to hear.
"You are with child," she said, with a small smile of encouragement. "The first child of this year. A good omen; she will be strong and healthy."
Talrin was overjoyed. "The Goddesses have blessed me. This is not a new child. They have deigned to finally return my child to me. She shall carry the name that I always meant for her—once three years ago, and now again. She shall be named Nabooru."
"It is a fitting name," agreed Hama.