Ganondorf flexed his back and shoulders before looking around Zelda's bedroom until spotting a wash basin. Slashing water onto his face and wiping his body down he stopped and turned at the sound of a gasp. It was Zelda's mother: Queen Zelda the First.
The woman was a fairily young mother, likely just thirty years or there about. Blonde hair and blue royal robes adorning her figure. At the moment her face rather distraut and eyes staring at the sight of her daughter naked and leaking cum on the floor.
Ganondorf sighed wondering what she wanted with him and what time it would cost him.
"Please" she began pulling her eyes from the mess on the floor "Can we change the arrangment! The king did not consult me before his decision!"
Ganon looked down at the girl on the floor filled with his seed then back at the Queen "I'm afraid your late, and I've decided I quite like my procurement." He stated flatly. "Giving her to another man as a defiled maiden is a cruel thing to do to a girl, I insist that she stays with me as my valued bride."
Queen Zelda blinked, thinking intensely and trying to find the words to disuade him. She knew she could not change her husbands mind; he had become strangely aloof since their son had passed years past. He seemed to have no heart now and frankly would likely not even have thought twice about passing his daughter on to one man after another if their marraiges fell through. In that way this barbaric man standing naked in her castle might even be more civil than her husband.
The man grew tired of waiting, stepping towards and lifting the princess off the floor with one arm and wiping her body down with a moist cloth with the other. The poor girl still in a daze, he could feel her heart beating through her chest against the arm holding her. He then set her over his shoulder and began walking out the door.
"Please no!" The Queen started to beg again, still not sure what say "Take me! Instead!"
"No, this girl is my wife now." Continuing his stride "our deal is not a concern anymore. Only nature that can't be undone now that I've bred her."
Queen Zelda was panicking now. Her daughter was the one thing she couldnt bear to be seperated from. "Wait..." Thinking a moment to assure herself "Take me also."
He stopped with a sigh
"As your wife also... If need be." Then speaking faster "my husband divorced me, I have no other children. I know Gerudo custom has the Man of the tribe couple with many woman... Please I want to watch over my daughter."
He raised an eyebrow considering her plight. Then gazing down her form, curving and gracefull with shapely hips. "If you insist."
Her heart lept for a moment. Then immediately settled back as she remembered that both her daughter and herself will be under the authority of the rough man who had just raped her daughter into a stupor. Still... To be there to care for her brought great comfort.
Exiting out of the main palace through a side door the trio stopped at a pair of horses loaded with baggage adjacent to a cloth tent of sorts. The tent just large enough to fit maybe two people shifted as movments from inside started.
"Urbosa! Bring my clothing as well as the cloak for my bride!" A stunning Gerudo woman stood up out from the entrance. Immediately tossing a white silk cloak with a dark green hood sewn on.
"And who might this be?" Urbosa asked hand on her hip, nodding towards the Queen.
Ganondorf threw the silk around the princess he'd set on her feet. The girl staggering, steadied by his large hand behind her only just taking in her surroundings. "This" he gestured to the blonde woman as he threw a belt around his tunic. "is a tag along. Seems like I'll have two brides of Hylian descent, at her insistance of course. Urbosa, meet the Queen of Hyrule: Zelda the First."
The Gerudo woman glanced at the Queen then back at Ganon "You're joking."
"Ask her your self" he responded, folding the tent and securing it to the horse. The Queen gave a nervous nod.
Urbosa whistled through her teeth, eyebrows raised as she turned towards the animals. "I dont even want to know. Lets just be gone before a fuss arises.
