Legend of Zelda: Twilight King 5
by ~atfirstdawn
*All characters owned by Nintendo
*Mature content warning
Zelda stirred on the cold marble floor of the Temple of Time; opening her eyes to a shadowed amber light, it took her a few moments take in her surroundings. Her senses slowly returned as the cobwebs fell from her eyes and more of her surroundings came into focus; Ganondorf's body lay on an altar in the middle of the temple surrounded by Nuboora and the handful of Gerudos that had abducted Zelda from her castle. The Master Sword still protruded out from Ganondorf's chest as a symbol of his defeat months ago at Link's hand.
Zelda, in full control of her senses, brought her newly bound wrists and elbows up to her aching chest as she took a series of deep breaths to loosen the taut muscles that she had suffered as a result of hanging from the unforgiving chain in the Gerudo stronghold for so long. Zelda grimaced through the pain of her wakening muscles and moaned in discomfort; her thick leather gag had been removed and replaced with something more obstructive, taking one last deep breath and closing her eyes, Zelda moved her hands to her mouth. Her gloved fingers felt a large metal panel over her lips, under the panel a wide, long metal rod reached into the back of her mouth and forcibly held her tongue down to the bottom of her jaw uncomfortably robbing her words of any diction; her hands followed the sturdy straps holding the panel in place to the back of her head, Zelda moaned in dismay as her fingertips happened across a metal lock which required a small key to unlock it. Her ankles were similarly bound with metal shackles that required keys in order to free her of them. Zelda pushed herself up and sat with her knees against her chest, the long rip in her dress showing her the raw skin around the rope on her thighs, closing her eyes, Zelda bowed her head in fresh defeat.
The Gerudos began to chant. Zelda looked up towards them as Nuboora knelt down by the altar in which Ganondorf's body lay on. Nuboora began to chant with the other Gerudo women and soon Zant was standing in her place; as quickly as Zant had appeared he was gone, his body disintegrating into unnatural black squares which hung over Ganondorf's body like a cloud, repelled by the presence of the Master Sword. Nuboora rose to her feet and looked up at Zant's scattered body hovering over the altar. Turning to the other Gerudos, Nuboora spoke in the familiar ancient language that she had spoken in the carriage and the stronghold, one by one they bowed to Nuboora and left the temple. Slowly Nuboora turned her attention to Zelda and made her way over to the captive princess.
Kneeling down in front of her, Nuboora ran her hand up Zelda's bare leg from the shackle around her ankle to the rope around her thigh. Zelda twisted her body away from Nuboora in defiance but kept her eyes locked on her captor's dark eyes. With an annoyed grunt Nuboora grabbed Zelda's hair violently and pulled her head closer to her own. A moment passed as Nuboora memorised the sight of Zelda's angry yet elated expression; jerking Zelda's head forward once again Nuboora opened her mouth and wrapped her lips over Zelda's metal panel gag. Nuboora moaned softly into the kiss as she tasted Zelda's sweat on the metal, Zelda could only manage a wavering breath as Nuboora's tongue pushed the wide metal rod of the gag further into the back of Zelda's mouth which pressed her tongue down more firmly with the added pressure. Nuboora's free hand returned to Zelda's legs, clawing instead of caressing as her fingers worked their way up and down Zelda's ever sensitive skin; Zelda silently attempted to twist her body free of Nuboora's grip as she felt her heart quicken and throat tighten. Nuboora pressed into the kiss again, her talon-like fingernails digging into the raw skin under the rope around Zelda's thighs; Zelda twitched and convulsed with internal explosions, each one harder and longer than last… out of her mind with so many sensation coursing through her, Zelda finally let out a smooth and soft pleading moan. Nuboora's blood spiked in her veins making her aware of every inch of herself as she listened to Zelda's long and helpless sounds; straightening her arm, her hand still gripping Zelda's hair, Nuboora threw Zelda onto her back and stood watching her as the princess took in giant panicked breaths, moaning and writhing each time she exhaled. Nuboora watched until Zelda was almost completely still, her biggest movements; the blinking of her eyes and the rapid pulsating in her elegant neck.
Zelda lay motionless on the temple's floor for what felt like hours, Nuboora had left in pursuit of the Gerudos that had left before her. Zelda's body had quietened down leaving her with the unnatural sight of Zant's spirit hovering above Ganondorf's body on the altar. Turning her head away in disgust, Zelda focused on her bonds to distract herself; staring at the rope, Zelda twisted her hands and felt the familiar feeling of helplessness crawl through her. The rope coiled around her wrists multiple times, covering them completely and branched off to two another coils of rope below and above her elbows; slowly, Zelda twisted her hands again in long and slow stretches letting the embrace of the rope encompass her completely, she felt safe again, secure and secret, hidden from any danger and calmly waiting for a lustful and owning gaze. Zelda became less and less aware of the unnatural forces mingling behind her on the altar as her mind conjured suitable imagery for her state of mind; she imagined Nuboora entering the stone room of the Gerudo stronghold where she had imprisoned her; imagining herself unconscious, Zelda pictured Nuboora carefully unlocking the chain that held her helplessly in place, Nuboora would cradle Zelda's body delicately as she slowly knelt with the princess in her arms and lay her gently on the floor as she silently slept, bound and gagged in both reality and dreams. Nuboora's lust crazed hands would fumble at the ropes around Zelda's perfect ankles and eventually free them revealing the burn marks where Zelda had struggled; Nuboora would lick her lips as she caressed Zelda's tender skin.
Locking the shackles around her ankles into place, Zelda imagined Nuboora crawling over her unconscious body as she lay dreaming about being held captive by a dark eyed woman. Setting the shackles from Zelda's wrists down behind her, Nuboora would begin to wrap the rope around Zelda's arms; her wrists first, tightly and securely, then under her elbows, pulling the knots tighter and forcing her arms together in front of her chest, the last coil of rope would be tied above her elbows, binding her arms completely, the princesses newly forced position giving a more pronounced shape to her breasts. Leaning closer to Zelda's body Nuboora would carefully untie the knots of the thick leather gag and carefully pull it away; slowly dipping her fingers between Zelda's lips and into her mouth, Nuboora would deftly open Zelda's mouth and lower the new gag between her teeth, the wide metal rod pressing down on her tongue as it slid towards the back of her mouth. Pushing the princess's jaws together, Zelda's unconscious mouth bit down on the metal rod as the adhesive on the back of the metal panel expertly sealed her lips… Nuboora would spend countless thundering heartbeats staring down at her beautifully helpless princess.
Zelda lay on the cold marble floor still twisting her hands in long sensual gestures, her skin was warm and clammy, her breathing deeper and her eyes flickering with desire and familiar elation. Large explosions in the distance rumbled over the land outside and echoed faintly through the temple, the explosions grew louder and closer… Zelda barely noticed the explosions over the sounds of her own…