Lo and behold, people. Part 1 of chapter 2, for a story I never imagined would need a chapter 2, is here. This was originally intended to be a one-shot, but in the past month or so I've gotten so many reviews for it I figured I may as well. Plus, there were ideas floating deep within, where this sort of thing tends to lurk. Why it came out now, I have no clue.
Also note that I wrote this all in one night, so if it's a tad choppy and more disjointed then the first chapter, forgive me. No fear, though; I'll revise it based on reader input, so you'd better submit some darn helpful reviews, Constant Reader.
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Malon, where are you? the extreme version
Cht. 2.0- Revenge
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The guards at Zelda's bedroom's doorlooked at each other with fear in their eyes.
Not from what was happening inside, oh no; the rape of the serving girls was a common occurrence nowadays, and they were unfortunately used to it. No, they were scared of how she had been acting earlier…
"Oh yes, that will teach him, he-he-he…" "Teach whom, my lady?" "The bastard who spurned me, that's who. Oh, I'm so happy; revenge, dear guardsman, revenge. He-he-he…" The guard looked over at his partner and questioned him with his eyes; the other shook his head and raised a finger, in the symbol meaning, 'wait.'
So when their shift was over, they got togetherat thebar with their drinks, and the one told the other what he knew. "I was guardin' her room the other night, see, and the night's wench had left, bloody an' cryin' her heart out as usual. When she comes out, see, and she asks me, 'Guard, have you heard anythin' about the Hero?' An' I says, "Well, they says he's right happy down on that there LonLon Ranch place.' 'What else do they say, Guard?' An' here she got a nasty look in 'er eyes, like she'd knew there was other stuff goin' round. An' I says, 'Uh, well, that sort of stuff, you'd be best off not knowin', lady.' An' she says, 'Don't tell me what I can or can't hear, and let me know what they says.' An' I says, 'You won't like it, my lady…'
"An' here, she gets all sweet an' such-like, an' I know then that I done pissed 'er off. 'I'll be the judge of that, dear Guard,' she says all pretty like, 'now tell me or I'll cut yer thing off.' Now, you c'n imagine how I took to that statement. So I says, 'Alright, my lady. They says you're a rotten spoiled bitch, an' the country's gone t' pot since the King went an' died, and how the Hero is better off livin' as far away from you as possible, an' how…' Here she cuts me off, see. 'That's enough, Guard.' An' she looked real thoughtful, too, right then. 'Good night, dear Guard,' she says then, and she makes to shut th' door.
"But I got me a look in there before she shut it th' whole way, see." "Yeah? Wha's in there?" "Well, there's all sort o' candles an' such, an' I saw little glints o' metal, like chains or barbs or some such, an' a rolled up thing on the bed-post, like a whip or somethin'." He had fallen quiet then. The first guard filled in the silence. "We got us some princess, don't we?" "Yeah, yeah we does. Don't be repeatin' that, though…" "Naw…"
That was how things were with the Princess Zelda, then; she was mad. Mad at the man who had left her. Left her for some farm-girl bitch who probably didn't know anything about sex, or if she did she probably did it all wrong. Wrong because she was soft, and these days women had to be hard, hard as nails, hard as chains, hard as, well… things.
Never mind the fact that she had spurned him, in a way. For he had come to spill his unseeing heart to her, his foolish soul to her, his blind love for her. Never mind the fact that she had laughed at him, called him stupid, called him gigolo, called him sex slave. Which he was, but he hadn't seen it until then. And then, why, it was too late; reality, harsh, selfish, bitter and greedy, had finally set up shop. And his wares were the same as always.
And Link had run, run away from her. This part she did recall, from her selective and unconsiously edited memories; he had ran. Ran from her. When she had seen something else, yes, but now she needed him again. Needed his enormous manhood. Pussy was fine and well, up to a point, but it got old after a while. And then the whips and chains got old, too. Plus, the girls were starting to not want to serve their liege; she could see it when she walked by, feel it when their performances began to lack that quality she had felt at the beginning of this little phase. How could she not see it? She knew them well, knew them all so well. And of course, they were all pale compared to her perfect form, but that was beside the point. That was all beside the point, which was that she needed Link again.
The problem was, he was infatuated with that farm slut, and he showed no desire to leave her. Why should that be? Zelda had always been good to him… most of the time… hadn't she? 'Quit fooling yourself,' an annoying inner voice that always sounded like Nabooru usually said right then. 'You drove him off with your ways.' She never listened to that voice, and she wished it would speak in another voice; she and Nabooru had had a thing going, and it was a very, very good thing…
But still; pussy was pussy, no matter how you spiced up the equation. Zelda needed manhood, specifically Link's manhood, because it was so very big, so very round… Thinking about it made her legs shake, and her fluids run. Oh, she needed it so badly…
Therein lay the problem; how to get Link to come to the castle? She had tried summoning him; he had torn up the message and kicked the messenger out, with a reply that went along the lines of, 'I used to love you, but not anymore. Leave me alone.' She had, of course, overlooked this impunity. How could she not, in the face of her need?
There was the real problem, she had realized then; Malon. Somehow, she had to get rid of her in such a way that Link would come to the castle. How to do that…
That was when it hit her; order some milk. Malon would have to come herself, since it wasthe Princesswho had ordered it. This was why she had been so happy that day; she had finally solved her problem. She would act upon it soon…
End Part 1 of Cht. 2
I know there's not much action here; I'm saving that for next. But I won't post that at all if I feel this partis ill recieved...