Legend of Zelda: Twilight King
By atfirstdawn
*Characters owned by Nintendo
*Mature content warning
Zelda was silent and unmoving as the carriage made its way to the Gerudo desert; with her eyes closed to escape the staring Gerudo women and her head bowed in defeat, Princess Zelda's mind carried her away from the present and into her past, she thought of Link and how quickly he had left after Midna had shattered the Mirror of Twilight and closed the bridge to the twilight realm forever. In the weeks following, Zelda had written a summoning letter to Link inviting him back to the castle; when no reply came Zelda sent a royal messenger who returned with the news that Link had gone travelling, seeking the truth about an ancestor that had been rumoured to have met their end in the Lost Woods. Zelda knew it would be fool hardy to send a search party into the Lost Woods looking for Link; he was a child of the forest, he would have the sense to know which ways were true in that natural labyrinth; those unfamiliar with the territory would certainly meet their end and eventually become Stalfos'. Zelda had hoped that he would find the answers he sought and return to Hyrule quickly and now she prayed for it.
The shockwave of an explosion rocked the carriage. Zelda opened her eyes in fear and excitement in the hope of a rescuer. The two Gerudo women looked at each other; one left the carriage the other, the dark-eyed one, moved closer to Zelda and wrapped her arm around Zelda's shoulders while caressing the hilt of a dagger with her free hand; ready to unsheathe it at any moment. The carriage didn't stop, Zelda knew it was paramount for the women to reach their destination, she was too important to them to risk losing, her tight bonds proved that. An impossible silence flooded the carriage as Zelda and the dark-eyed Gerudo woman sat still and listened for any activity outside; there was nothing, yet the air grew thicker around them. Zelda could hear the dark-eyed Gerudo woman's deepening breaths as she held on tighter to Zelda's body. More time passed, moments that lasted hours while Zelda sat helplessly bound and silent in the woman's grasp and with each passing moment Zelda noticed more and more the trembling behind each of the Gerudo woman's breaths. And then, it was hard for Zelda to miss the rapid pulsating of the woman's chest, her heart beating against her ribs causing the woman's body to softly vibrate. A dry swallow filled Zelda's ears, she looked up at the dark-eyed Gerudo, her lips open just a crack, her eyes lighter now than before and small beads of sweat forming on her brow as she stared at the small door of the carriage ready to make her move; one of hundreds she had already planned in advance. And then Zelda felt the heat radiating from the woman, the carriage was stuffy, the air thick and loaded. The Gerudo woman's eyes flickered for just a moment, they left the carriage door and in a flash glanced at Zelda and then back again, this time when her attention returned to the carriage door Zelda saw her attention wavering more and more with each passing eternal second. The Gerudo wanted to look at Zelda again, to drink in the sight of the beautiful and helpless princess in her arms… just one more time. Slowly against her better judgement her flickering eyes moved from the carriage door again, slowly making their way back to the princess…
The door of the carriage slammed open. Both Zelda and her trembling captor fixed their attention to the carriage door. The Gerudo woman who had left abruptly after the explosion entered from the top of the doorframe and dropped back into the carriage. Zelda watched the heat of the air wash over the returning desert woman which stopped her in her tracks for a few seconds as she reviewed the scene in front of her. Words Zelda didn't understand filled the thick air between the two desert women, the dialect sounded familiar but still, she didn't understand it. It was an old dialect and quite clearly broken, perhaps purposefully so. Zelda's eyes flitted back and forth between the two women as they spoke, eventually the same Gerudo who had left and returned left the carriage again. Zelda felt the dark-eyed woman's arm leave her shoulders; the air drying the sweat where it had lain and with a trembling sigh the Gerudo woman stood and slowly made her way to the side of the carriage on uncertain legs. Resting her back against the wall the desert woman collected herself making sure not to look in Zelda's direction but again her eyes failed her. Zelda watched the Gerudo woman's flickering eyes intently as the carriage continued on its way and moments continued to last hours; at first her dark eyes only skimmed the floor of the carriage barely reaching the sight of Zelda's feet, the next time, her eyes made it to the rope around Zelda's perfect ankles and then back again to the floor immediately in front of her. Zelda kept still and silent, focusing all of her attention onto the Gerudo woman as her extremities started to fall numb. Again and again the dark-eyes of the Gerudo glanced portions of Zelda's body drinking in more and more each time. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at Zelda one last time, seeing her deep brown eyes staring back at her, her hair still perfect, her expression still refined and face still beautiful despite the cruel gag in her mouth.
The Gerudo turned her back to Zelda out of desperation and rested her hands on the wall, her head bowed, her shoulders rising and falling with agitated breaths and her fingers lightly clawing at the wood of the carriage.
The carriage jerked as its wheels hit new and rough terrain, the dull drone of dry soil and dirt had been replaced with clattering stone and grinding sand. The jerk made Zelda aware of how numb her limbs had fallen; she moaned through the sudden panging sensations as she adjusted to the fresh absent feeling in her arms and legs. Again and again Zelda moaned through her thick and tight leather gag as her body continued to twitch, each twitch coursing an overflowing emptiness to assault her. Zelda's moans became louder, her breathing deeper and rushed; her body giving her no respite from the constant realisation of lost feeling. Soon, after a moment or two Zelda fell silent again save for several hissing shallow breaths; she closed her eyes and again tried to separate her mind from the present; memories of Link and Midna… anything. The sound of scraping over the wheels of the carriage stopped Zelda from leaving her helpless situation; slowly she opened her eyes. The Dark-eyed Gerudo woman still had her back turned to Zelda, though now, her posture was different, more rigid than before, her fingernails scraping at the wooden wall of the carriage with long, deep stretches.
The sound of muffled horns outside of the carriage sounded in the distance, the carriage picked up speed as a Gerudo outside of the carriage bellowed more ancient and broken words. Zelda's heart sank knowing they had reached the desert; her future was clouded from her as a plethora of thoughts raged through her mind as to what the desert women planned to do with her. Another horn and another series of bellows sounded out, the horns were closer now and Zelda could hear the bustle of crowds outside drawing closer, inhuman cries of joy began to overthrow every other sound surrounding her and slowly the carriage stopped. The next few moments lasted an eternity for Zelda; the ground seemed to rumble under a stampede of heavy-set feet and the air filled with terrifying and rage filled cries of excitement. Zelda forced her body into the nearest corner of the carriage where she sat; she felt the ropes burn against her icy numb skin as she moved. She looked at the dark-eyed Gerudo; still with her back turned to Zelda the desert woman let loose a long shuddering sigh and rested her forehead against the wooden wall. For her an ordeal had come to an end, for Zelda one had just begun.