Crappiest. Chapter. Ever.

Seriously, I had real trouble trying to make this flow, but…eheh…yeah. It didn't work out too well. At least I don't think so.

Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. I don't own Link. I don't own the dark, sado-masochistic, hawt, pale insane Dark Link, but…I wish I did XD

Chapter 6: Desires

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"Pretty…"

I halted, and a feeling of dread filled my stomach as long fingers made their way down my long, unbound hair. Why must I always be caught while making my way to Medizinfrau's? Perhaps she had put a curse on me, like before when I was so drawn to seeing her. I was starting to think that I should've manipulated the shadows instead of simply walking around.

"May I inquire why you are wandering the halls so late?"

I gulped, and let out a small, simple answer, "Just taking a walk, Master."

"Oh? Is Ruhe rubbing off on you, Pet? Nightly walks aren't like you…" Hot breath whispered behind my ear, and I suppressed a shudder from ripping up my spine.

I said nothing as his hands wandered down to my stomach and slowly went underneath the silk woven cloth. I gasped as one hand caressed my nipple as the other drew invisible circles around my navel. I subconsciously leaned into him, and the hand around my nipple stopped stroking. Instead, it pushed me even further into the Gerudo king behind me, and I suppressed a squeal when a black shadow came around me, engulfing me in wintriness I had known far too many times before.

And I was suddenly in Meanie-Head's room, with my back still driven into his torso. He was such a tall, ripped man, and the strength he displayed terrified me. He always had a daunting quality, which I'm sure helped in his reign of darkness. He put fear into mortals and demons alike, to the point that they wouldn't say his name in vain.

Thoughts were obscured as clothing was removed. I was thrown on a luxuriant, massive divan and my raven tresses went flying ubiquitously. Candles and torches were darkened by magic, and a weight came from the bottom of my feet until I saw a lust filled expression on Meanie-Head's face as his head was right above mine.

I was flipped on my hands and knees. A small flask of skin-oil was now empty, fingers were wet, and a small cry that had somehow emitted from my throat echoed across the large, expansive room. I clutched silken sheets and waited. The warmth of his fingers disappeared, only to be replaced by something else.

He kissed my pale flesh, licked and caressed, whispered pointless nothings in my ears, and breathed heavily as he took in my scent. Vindictive hands that had tremendous power showed me a soft side that no other would ever know.

That night I had swam in a sinister sea of obscurity, and was met with the frozen arms of bittersweet lust.

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"…Master?"

Eyelids moved slightly in annoyance. I stayed quiet, and let him sleep. I, however, wasn't tired. Far from it, actually. The pain between my buttocks was all too familiar, (as he had always been cruel and forceful) but that wasn't bothering me. My rampant thoughts were. And as I stared at Meanie-Head's now 2-triangled hand, I began to wonder why he truly needed the power of the Triforce. Wasn't he powerful enough now? He could cause the apocalypse, create beings, destroy anything and everything and easily bring it back again. So why? Why was he so smitten with the Triforce?

He took the second piece from Blue-Eyes. And he was in a broken, doll-like state. Wasn't that enough? The prophecy couldn't be fulfilled without The Hero, right? No. Zelda would come into the picture. Meanie-Head must take the last piece from her in order to be safe. But why worry? Isn't she a naive girl? But if Meanie-Head worries about her actions, then she probably undeniably is powerful in some way.

Even though I have never seen Zelda before, the lower demons along with my Queen speak of her beauty. And if my Queen believes the Princess of Hyrule is beautiful, then she must be. My Queen is, indeed, a very selfish, uptight woman. Beauty is something I love and yearn for. If the princess is so gorgeous, then I shall take her after Meanie-Head is done with her, if he would allow it, as he had done with Blue-Eyes.

Why had he let me keep him?

I was almost positive he would dispose of the barely alive being that I held so closely to me, but he didn't. He merely held up his hand, took the power that The Hero had, and engulfed me in a dark, gloomy embrace to take me and my new pet back to the castle. No words were spoken of about the fallen hero.

I stared at Meanie-Head's sleeping, peaceful face, and let my eyes wander up to his wild, fire-like hair. His eccentric, rounded ears were pierced in various places, and the earrings that adorned them had the most expensive of jewels embedded within rings of gold and silver.

His skin was absolutely flawless, and was dark in color from the Gerudo blood flowing through his veins. High cheekbones and a low brow gave him an even more menacing look, along with his somewhat large nose with nostrils that often flared. The bushy brows above his eyes ran up to his hair, which then curled down to those…those…Very, very bothersome sideburns…

That I wanted to pull on.

So very, very badly.

They were so long, maddening, and scraggily, just like Medizinfrau's hair. By the Goddesses, I've forgotten my original goal: retrieving a plant. Damn you, Meanie-Head. If only I could do more, if only I could muster up enough courage to defy you once again, if only you weren't my master.

Then again, if I belonged to somebody else, I doubt they would take care of me the way he does. He says I'm too pretty, that I would be used and broken, made into a submissive creature of nothingness. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

I still haven't confronted Medizinfrau about Blue-Eyes' eating. Why must I be so forgetful? It could be the difference between his life and his death. I hate it when pretty things die without cause or a real reason. It's wasteful and irritating.

I stared at Meanie-Head for a long while, finally ignoring the thoughts that reaped my brain for answers. I instead contemplated on the pain between my buttocks, the silken sheets, the warmth next to me, and the strong arms wrapped around my small body.

By the Goddesses, I really want to pull on his sideburns.

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I slept all the way until noon the next day. Meanie-Head had long since left me alone to my nakedness, and I found myself missing the warmth next to me when I wake up: I was used to finding Blue-Eyes wrapped up in my arms and my Queen on my backside, her naked breasts pressed up against my shoulder blades.

I leaned forward as soft sheets fell down to my lap. A sharp pain cleaved itself up my spine, but I ignored it. I brought a pastel colored hand to my face and removed the hair from out of my eyes. I stared at the sheets before sighing and making my way towards the end of the large divan.

I retrieved my clothes, but only redressed into my pants. A hot bath would be best to get rid of the dried sweat and the grime and dust from Medizinfrau's room. Getting all the way dressed seemed a waste of time, as I'd just be removing the garments within a matter of minutes.

I carried the white undershirt and the yellow-tinted cotton shirt out of the massive doors, and wandered down a flight of stairs to my own domain. The arched and beautifully carved doors opened easily, and I was met with the sight of my Queen putting new ointment on Blue-Eyes' hands, along with what little magic she had left to heal with. He sat and stared straightforward at her exposed breasts, though not taking in what was before him. Pity that he can't see her withering beauty before it's all the way gone.

I looked over at the fountain to my left, and watched as Ruhe ran his hand through the water with a saddened, misty look to his eyes. He must have stayed in my room that night, as no other besides Meanie-Head and myself could open the doors from the outside.

"Good afternoon, Master," my Queen greeted, though not taking her eyes off of the task at hand.

"Good afternoon, my Queen. Is the bath hot?"

"Oh, I am not sure, Master. I have not taken a bath yet today. Do you intend to do so now?"

"Yes."

"May I accompany you, Master?"

"Yes, you may. Ruhe! Do you wish to join as well?"

The rarity looked up from the water and stared at me for a moment before shaking his head. He lowered his eyes back to the water next to him, and began to run his fingers across the surface once again. I notice my Queen's large and beautiful necklace around his neck, which looked good on him, as it did on her.

"So be it." I grinned as I turned to my right and walked through a translucent curtain into my own, private pool-like room. Beautifully detailed tiles were strung across the floor, and tapestries and paintings garlanded the walls. The heat of the room immediately rushed around my body, and I removed my pants before slipping into the waist-deep water. The warmth rushed to my buttocks, and it stung for a moment before going slightly numb. I leaned down until the water was up to my chest and my buttocks reached the bottom of the pool. Not long after I heard the wet footsteps of my Queen behind me, and she leisurely got in next to me, her mystical body slowly becoming used to the heated water.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close until her head was resting on my own shoulder. I rested my own head on top of hers, and we sat there contentedly in the steaming waters. We heard the sad, quiet sobbing of the zora in the room behind us, but knew we couldn't do anything about his quandary.

I closed my eyes and let out a long, loud sigh as I snuggled deeper into my Queen's fluffy cherry hair.

"Master?"

"Hmmm…?" I replied tiredly.

"…I am looking old…and I cannot heal others as I had done before."

My eyes slowly opened to stare out at the expansive water. So she knows, eh? I suppose she's not as dull as I had thought her to be. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I let one hand pet her hair, the other mindlessly brushing across her submerged nipple. I didn't say anything in response to her statement, as I didn't truly know what to say.

"Those books, Master…If I may inquire…perhaps they have something that will restore me to how I used to be? Or perhaps…where you found them…there might be a book there that could help me?" she stated, her hands resting on top of my own.

"Perhaps…" I answered as I kissed her forehead and gave her breast a slight squeeze. She cocked her head slightly and let out a small moan in response. The hand that was on one of her cherry locks submerged down to her thighs and I ran my fingers over the sensitive area of her womanhood. She arched her back, and I pulled her onto my lap as I continued my ministrations. My darkened lips trailed butterfly kisses across her neck and shoulders, and my hands molested the most susceptible and noticeable areas of her body. Her face turned red in pleasure, her eyes were glazed over, and moans constantly escaped her lips. Her hands were still on top of mine, not wanting me to stop.

I stopped my attention to her body for a moment, and she let out a small grunt in protest. I wrapped my hands around her stomach and turned her around, to where her full, perky breasts were right in my face. I pulled her closer to me before setting her down lower, and she let out a satisfied squeal as I entered her.

So much for a bath.

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As I sit on my bed and braid Blue Eyes' hair, I can't help but notice now beautiful it is. I've said this so many times, but it truly is such a pretty color and has such a smooth texture. It's not nearly as long as mine, only down to his shoulders, but I still love it. I had just finished shoving some grapes down his throat, along with some wine that was at its highest peak, and playing with his hair just seemed like a must at the moment.

My recently satisfied Queen is sitting in front of the mirror in an old, custom made chair, brushing out her wet, cherry tresses. Her newly added waist-chain is tied around her shapely hips, and various bracelets and anklets garnish her wrists and ankles.

Ruhe is still admiring the water, though he had stopped crying sometime while my Queen and I were "bathing". I looked back down at the back of Blue Eyes' head, and realized that I had braided every last lock of his hair I could possibly find.

"Damn…" I muttered. It was fun braiding, yes, but taking them all out was a major pain, especially since they were so small. Long, talented fingers began unwinding braid after braid, and scarlet eyes watched as my Queen began studying the books I had previously brought from Medizinfrau's room. I had only skimmed a few, and found that most of them were in languages I couldn't understand, and I wasn't in the mood to look up something that I wasn't particularly interested in at the moment. (AKA, my Queen's desire to look pretty).

My musings went to Medizinfrau, and how Meanie-Head supposedly didn't know about her. She was the only one I could get information from about the outside world. She wouldn't croak like all the others had, since Meanie-Head hadn't put the restricting spell on her. I'm sure that if he did know about her, he'd kill her and lock up all of her instruments and objects for himself so he could learn whatever he could about magic and relics.

I thought of doing so myself, taking Medizinfrau's room and all the things inside for myself, but where's the fun in that? She could probably tell me much more than a book ever could. And besides, a lot of the books were in different languages with such strange dialects that I'm sure only someone as old as her could understand. It would be useless to have books after books and objects after objects and trinkets after trinkets and hardly understand them at all. They'd be absolutely worthless.

"Master?"

I was startled out of my thoughts and looked up at my Queen. "Yes?"

She stared at me with wide eyes and an open mouth before looking sadly back at the book. "Nothing," she replied, before ignoring me completely. I stared at her for a long while, suspicious of her sudden action.

Blue Eyes' hair was suddenly smooth again, not a single braid entangled in it.

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Pale hands ran down a smooth, peach chest, but got no reaction. Fingers flicked and twisted nipples, but got no reaction. Black lips kissed pink lips, but got no reaction. A wet, cold tongue raped exposed flesh, but got no reaction. Hands pumped and prodded, but got no reaction. Knives severed sensitive skin, but got no reaction. An opening was stretched and used for lust and desire, but got no reaction.

Cold breath whispered in deaf ears, skin was touched in vain, and tears were shed but not seen.

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'S it for this chappy! There is…either 1 or 2 chapters left 'til this fic is done! Yup yups! And sorry that it was so crappy! I tried, I really did (dies)

DL: "I liked it. I got to have a lot of sex." (grins)

Me: "…"

And that last scene (if you couldn't figure it out) was with DL and Link. Yup yups:)

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Please review, it makes the next chapter come that much quicker and it also gives the authoress something to obsess over besides her many imaginary friends and fantasies XD