Prepare yourself for epicness! And by that I mean an epicly long chapter *lowers head* I'm sorry! Please don't get a headache or go cross-eyed!
Anyways, enjoy to the fullest!
Link continued to scream as Ghirahim dug the dagger further into his leg, twisting it occasionally until it was touching bone. Link's body began to shake uncontrollably as waves of pain ripped through him in an endless torrent, making him dizzy and nauseous. He gritted his teeth in an effort to stop the sounds of agony that were leaving his mouth, but he was unable to stifle the groans that managed to escape. Ghirahim twisted the dagger several more times, relishing the sounds of suffering that Link provided. With an evil smile adorning his face, the demon lord yanked the dagger out haphazardly and observed it with interest. The blood that coated the blade began to drip onto the floor with tiny splashes, sprinkling Ghirahim's white shoes with little red dots. He looked directly into Link's eyes and stuck out his long tongue, tasting the warrior's stolen blood. Link closed his eyes and turned away, feeling sick by the demon lord's warped actions. He could feel his wounded leg becoming warm as blood spurted from the stab site at an alarming rate, but he refused to look down and see the damage his opponent had elicited. He took a couple shaky breaths in hopes of calming the persistent agony that raced through his chained body. Link hated how utterly weak he sounded, how frightened he truly felt. 'Don't let him see you suffer…don't show signs of weakness!' Link thought with determination as he slowly opened his eyes and peered at his wounded leg. He exhaled sharply as his eyes took in the bloody mess; pools of crimson collected around Link's feet, and his pants were completely saturated and becoming sticky. Yes, it hurt, a lot, and he was losing a lot of blood, but it wasn't enough to kill him. Feeling his defiance rejuvenate itself, Link looked back up at his enemy with a cold glare, feeling such a strong anger that the tremendous pain he was feeling only moments ago ebbed into a dull ache that seemed to throb with his heart beat.
The demon lord traced the dagger along his chin thoughtfully, causing Link's blood to cover his pale skin. He let out a small giggle as he watched Link's anger bubble to the surface right before his eyes. "Well now, aren't you a little defiant one! You must have an impressive pain threshold."
Link held the demon lord's gaze, strong and unwavering. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't test that theory of yours." He growled.
Ghirahim let out a chuckle. "Well where's the fun in that?" He licked the dagger once more, cleaning the last of Link's blood off. "Oh, your blood is so divine, sky child! Tell me, would you like a taste?"
Link's eyes widened at the demon lord's odd yet dangerous question, but he quickly recovered and clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing a warning. "Stay away from me." He said in a low and threatening tone.
Ghirahim smiled mischievously at the chained warrior and flicked his hair out of his face. "Well, now you're just asking for the impossible."He whispered as he erased the distance between him and the warrior in a single step.
Link took a deep breath and quickly turned his head to the side, trying to prevent the demon lord from getting anywhere near his face. That proved useless, as Ghirahim grabbed him by the chin and forced him to face forward. The demon lord dug his fingernails into Link's chin, not enough to break the flesh, but enough to make the warrior wince with discomfort. Link couldn't help but gasp as tiny slivers of pain made their way through his imprisoned body as the demon lord's grip increased even more so. In that instant, Ghirahim's mouth was on his, kissing him slowly and with apparent care. Link immediately tried to pull his head away, and when that failed he attempted to head-butt the demon lord, but with his head being held effectively still, Link was able to do nothing. He let out a growl, only to have it swallowed by his opponent's mouth as he continued to kiss him, picking up speed with endless fervor. Link's heart sped up with each kiss that the demon lord delivered to his mouth, which only caused his leg to pulsate with fresh surges of pain. But he didn't even have time to consider the agony in his leg; at that moment, Link's mouth exploded with painful spasms as Ghirahim bit him viciously on the bottom lip.
Link let out a small cry of shock as the demon lord withdrew and gave a sadistic smile, a mixture of saliva and blood dripping from his white lips. Link could feel beads of fresh blood dribble down his chin and land onto his green tunic, melting into the fabric along with his sweat. His lip throbbed painfully; he could tell that the demon lord had successfully split it in several areas, but he didn't know how bad the damage really was. Link spat his blood on the ground and bared his teeth at his enemy, his blue eyes filled with fury. Ghirahim gave a coy smile and made a sound of amusement. "Oh, how clumsy of me, I've seemed to have torn your lip! I must say that sometimes I can get carried away, especially when dealing with someone so…addictive. You know how it is, don't you, boy?"
Link allowed his eyes to do the talking as they glared deadly knives into Ghirahim's own black ones. The demon lord chuckled at Link's apparent boldness. "Oh, sky child…did I fail to mention how utterly intoxicating you are? How silly of me…." Running a gloved hand through Link's hair, the demon lord gripped several of his blonde locks, holding Link tightly in place with ease. Link let out an angry grunt and attempted to pull away once more, only to be rewarded with a light twinge of discomfort as his hair began to rip from their roots. Ghirahim ignored Link's feeble effort to escape and leaned in slowly, licking the blood that continued to fall from his sliced lip; the demon lord started at Link's neck and seductively made his way up to his swollen lip, lapping up the crimson stain while letting out soft moans of bliss. When the demon lord was done his task he looked up to face Link with a bloody grin and an enticing look in his eye. Link could see that Ghirahim had yet to swallow, and that his blood still coated the demon lord's long tongue. On impulse, Link clamped his mouth shut as Ghirahim inched forward and kissed him sensually. His lip began to pulsate from the pressure of the demon lord's kiss, causing his mouth to ache slightly. Link could feel Ghirahim attempt to slide his tongue into his mouth, so he locked his mouth even harder, fighting against the new-found pain in his lip. Ghirahim growled, but didn't say a word as he hastily pried Link's mouth open with the fingers from his free hand, forcing his tongue into Link's unwilling mouth.
A sharp metallic flavor landed on Link's reluctant taste buds as his enemy's tongue explored his mouth, sharing his findings with him. The blood began to trickle down the back of Link's throat, and he had no choice but to swallow before he started to choke instead. He swallowed once…twice…until the blood was gone from his mouth, leaving only traces of its metallic taste behind. This seemed to arouse the demon lord tremendously, and he let out a moan and kissed Link with more force; his hands made their way to Link's chest as they caressed him and clawed at his clothes hungrily. Link could feel his body heat up uncomfortably as Ghirahim's mouth left his and found his neck, alternating between soft kisses and painful bites. Link closed his eyes, trying to will away the feelings of bliss that overwhelmed his senses as Ghirahim slowly peeled away the collar of his shirt, exposing more of his vulnerable skin. He could feel his opponent's hot breath on his burning flesh has he inhaled Link's scent deeply, as though he was trying to memorize it.
Link let out a soft gasp that quickly turned into a deep moan as the demon lord bit him hard on the chest; the bite broke the skin and immediately began to seep crimson that trailed down his chest in a care-free fashion. Without a moment's hesitation, Ghirahim placed his mouth onto the new wound and began to suck forcefully, hastily drinking up Link's blood. Link let out a cry of bliss, unable to contain himself as torrents of pleasure coursed through his body against his will; the mixture of pain and ecstasy was becoming exhilarating, and Link found his body aching for more of the demon lord's touch. His cheeks burned with shame at this realization, but as he could feel himself growing more aroused by Ghirahim's sadistic advances, the thought ebbed away into nothing more than a whispering warning. Ghirahim's mouth continued to suck and lick at the bite wound, making greedy slurping sounds, until there was no more blood to steal, and then he eventually found Link's lips once more.
Link could feel his body flex against the chains that held him still, drawn to Ghirahim, wanting more. Vibrations of the demon lord's giggle made their way to Link as their lips continued to slide along one another. Without parting from Link's lips, Ghirahim spoke in a lustful whisper, "Are you still afraid, sky child?"
Link opened his blue eyes momentarily, attempting to clear his mind. Ghirahim's lips still rested gently on his, awaiting an answer, and his hands rested against Link's tight chest, his fingers gripping onto his tunic lightly. Link's entire body ached from the fusion of agony and tantalizing pleasure, and an array of conflicted emotions stirred within his hazy memory. The burning shame he had buried only moments earlier flittered within Link's chest, causing his head to throb painfully. His eyebrows furrowed to accommodate the fiery glare that erupted from his eyes as he remembered himself. "I thought…I told you to not touch me. Do I need to repeat myself?" Link bit out, pulling his head away from the demon lord.
Ghirahim took a small step back, his face pulled downwards into a frown. "Hmmm, I could have sworn that you were actually beginning to enjoy yourself. Perhaps your body has gone numb from those dreadful chains?" He gave a coy smile and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Shall we try a different position?"
Link clenched his teeth and prepared against another seductive attack. 'Remember yourself, Link! Remember why you're here! Don't let him trick you….' Link ordered himself as waited for the demon lord's advances.
But what came wasn't what Link was expecting at all. A blinding pain shot through his body, sending rapid spasms from his head to his toes. A cry of agony escaped his lips, and his eyes filled with tears of misery against his will. His body continued to jerk against the diamond chains uncontrollably as he tried to locate the source of his pain quickly; his entire body was becoming numb, his nerves completely shot. His blurry eyes traveled down till they landed on his injured leg, and found that Ghirahim had successfully stuck two of his fingers deep into the wound bed. An ugly smile adorned his lips as he pushed his fingers even further, causing Link to grow dizzy with pain. The demon lord clucked his tongue discouragingly. "Oh my, does that hurt? Only a few moments ago you seemed to enjoy the pain I was giving you."
Sweat poured down Link's face, and he fought against the urge to faint from the tremors of pain that raked through his exhausted body. "Is…is that the best you can do?" He managed to growl hoarsely through clenched teeth.
The look in the demon lord's treacherous eyes made Link's blood run cold and chills up his aching spine; he gave a wicked smile and chuckled menacingly. "Oh no, sky child…I can do much, much worse." His voice was low and deadly as his words sank into Link's mind.
With a grunt, the demon lord ripped his fingers out of Link's wound and snapped his blood-coated fingers. In an instant, the bonds that held Link steadfast to the golden door disintegrated into shards of diamonds, and he began to fall helplessly to the floor, his body drained from all energy and his legs too numb to support his weight. With arms wide open, Ghirahim caught Link in mid-fall. But instead of steadying him on his feet, Ghirahim proceeded to fall to the burning floor with Link, managing to twist his body in a blur of motion so that it was Link that landed on the ground with a heavy thud. Link groaned in pain as the hot stones burned through his clothing and bit at his skin, but what was even more troubling was the way the demon lord was casually perched on top of him, sitting on his midsection with his legs effectively pinning Link's arms at his sides. Link immediately tried to shimmy his way out of the Ghirahim's snare, but the demon lord held him in his clutches.
Link's breath started to come out in heavy pants that he could not control; the fiery inferno of the temple was finally getting to him. It had been hours since the last time he hydrated himself, and without a stamina potion, chances of him successfully escaping the demon lord were becoming more unlikely with each passing second. He eyed Ghirahim with icy blue eyes, trying to cover up the feelings of dismay that began to churn uncomfortably in his heart.
The demon lord offered a cruel smile, showing off his white teeth, and snapped his fingers, calling on the same black dagger that had been previously stuck in Link's leg. He spun it in his fingers nonchalantly, taking pleasure in seeing Link's face blanch slightly at the sight of the dark blade. Ghirahim stopped playing with the dagger and lowered himself down so he was resting on Link's chest, captivating Link's eyes with his own. The demon lord flicked his hair out of his face with a hand, allowing Link to see a black diamond-shaped tattoo that was embedded just under his left eye. "Do you see this diamond here, boy? It is a marking that my master gave to me long ago, before your time. It is a symbol that states that I am his creation, and he has claim on me to do whatever his will is." He gave a little smile. "I can't think of anything more appropriate than to give you the same mark right now, to claim you as my own. Then you'll be mine…forever!" He cocked his head to the side, giving his idea some thought. "Well, you'll be mine until I grow tired of you, or you've completed your job of finding the spirit maiden…then I'll dispose of you, I suppose." Link's eyes widened as the demon lord lowered the dagger to his face, just below his left eye. "Now, you'll have to hold still for his. It would be unfortunate to lose one of those beautiful blue eyes of yours."
Link grunted as he fought against Ghirahim with a renewed strength; he wriggled and kicked and turned his head till his cheek began to sizzle lightly on the cobblestone ramp. But to no avail, as the demon lord merely grabbed him by the neck and made him face forward. Link couldn't help but choke back an anxious cry as he felt the cold metal of the dagger's blade press into his cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth against the sharp pains that accompanied the blade as it slowly slid across his skin, creating clean cuts that went several layers deep. Link exhaled sharply as Ghirahim retraced his design twice more, ensuring that the diamond shape was perfect in width and depth. The demon lord smiled with satisfaction. "There, it's perfect! It'll look just like mine when it scars over." His last statement caused Ghirahim to frown. "However…I can't exactly have your mark looking like mine, can I? After all, I am your master, and we are not meant to be equal." His frown was replaced with a slight grin. "Just hold still for a moment longer, boy."
Before Link could object, cold metal bit into his skin once more, causing him to bite his tongue to prevent a cry of suffering from coming out. His body shook with adrenaline as the demon lord continued to create art on his face, tracing out three more diamonds in a vertical manner on his left cheek, each decreasing in size. By the time he was done, Link's cheek was a painful and bloody mess; crimson paint coated his face and dripped down his cheek and into his messy hair. The demon lord snickered and bent down once more, his tongue stretching for Link's face. As Ghirahim lapped up his blood eagerly, Link noticed that feeling was beginning to return to his fingers and arms, making them easier to move. The warrior flexed his hands several times, and he realized that the demon lord had unintentionally loosened his grip around Link's arms during his artistic excursion.
Ghirahim's tongue slithered back into his mouth, his face still remaining close to Link's. His lips brushed against the warrior's own with the intention of another kiss. While his enemy was preoccupied, Link waited several more moments before he pulled his arms away from Ghirahim's legs where they had previously been wedged. In a fluid motion, Link grabbed the demon lord's cloak and clutched it tightly. Digging his heel into the ground, the determined hero gritted his teeth as he managed to twist his body around, thus pinning Ghirahim to the floor with him on top, sitting on his waist. Still clutching his cloak, Link bent down so his face was inches from the demon lord, eyes angry and mouth formed into an angry snarl. The cuts on his face continued to bleed, dripping onto his enemy's pale face. At first the demon lord looked at him questioningly, but his shoulders began to shake as laughter erupted from his throat, echoing throughout the vast chamber before being swallowed by the lava underneath them. He licked his lips enticingly, thoroughly intrigued by Link's actions. The demon lord opened his mouth in attempts to say something but, with a low growl, Link silenced him by pressing their lips together in a firm kiss.
The demon lord's eyes widened as Link's mouth moved along his willingly, and a smile formed on his lips as the warrior continued to kiss him with increasing intensity. Link slipped his tongue into Ghirahim's inviting mouth, exploring and tasting his own blood on his enemy's tongue. He let out a moan as one of the demon lord's hands reached up and lightly traced the tender diamond shaped wounds on his face, the other sliding down his chest until it rested on his belt buckle. Link could feel his body yearn for the Ghirahim's touch with such a forbidden passion that he couldn't comprehend. He was willingly kissing his enemy, a man who had, only moments ago, cut his face up and claimed him as a slave. And yet, Link couldn't deny the arousal he was feeling with every kiss he planted on the demon lord's lips. The shame and guilt of experiencing such pleasure was, once again, soon forgotten when the warrior placed his hand on the demon lord's and guided it to his hard member. Jolts of satisfaction ran through Link's body as Ghirahim's hand rested suggestively on his package, applying slight pressure occasionally.
The demon lord pulled away from Link reluctantly, his black eyes hungry for more. "Well, my my! What brought this wonderful surprise on I wonder?" He asked with a chuckle.
Link maintained eye contact with Ghirahim, but with his peripheral vision he could see the barred golden door that he had so desperately tried to open earlier. And below the door was his sword; the blade illuminated the orange-red glow of the room, but the sword's hilt throbbed with a vibrant blue light in a constant rhythm, beckoning the warrior. Link blinked once and focused on the sword, momentarily forgetting his surroundings in the cavernous fire room. 'Fi…what is it? Why are you calling me?' He wondered with curiosity.
He remained unmoving, straddling the demon lord between his hips, and tried to clear his mind from the haze that seemed to suddenly accumulate there. His heart roared thunderously against his ribcage, and he could feel one of Ghirahim's hands slide up his front where it rested on his chest. His fingers began to tap against his tunic to the beat of his heart, and he could hear the demon lord sigh with bliss. Link ignored his opponent and continued to stare at the sword as it blazed an unearthly blue hue. Then, as if they were united as one, Link could hear Fi's melodic voice in his head, speaking clearly. "Master, do not stray from the path. The person you seek is just beyond this door, but she is taking her leave and will be gone shortly."
Link's eyes widened with realization. 'Zelda….' His heart skipped a beat, and he was overcome with an immeasurable guilt. 'I'm…I'm so sorry.' His eyes narrowed into a glare as he cursed inwardly. If he continued playing this sadistic game with Ghirahim, he'd never win, and he'd never be able to save Zelda. 'This has to end now.' Link thought with determination as his eyes landed on his sword once more. 'I just need to get a little closer….'
Link's eyes met Ghirahim's once more, and he gave a hard smile. "Call it a change of heart." He answered through clenched teeth. He bent down and kissed the demon lord hard, eliciting a moan from him. Keeping their lips pressed firmly together, the warrior grabbed Ghirahim roughly by the shoulders and pulled him forwards so that they were both sitting up with Link perched on the demon lord's lap. Running his fingers through Ghirahim's hair, Link broke the kiss and looked into his enemy's fathomless eyes; the arousal he was feeling towards the demon lord was not an act, and so he didn't have to worry about trying to trick his opponent into further intimacy. Ghirahim let out a growl and grabbed Link's face—uncaring of the fresh wounds that proceeded to bleed again— and pulled him in for another hungry kiss. Link let out a moan and lowered the demon lord back onto the ground, letting the demon lord land with a thud before proceeding to lie down on top of him completely. Pressing their bodies firmly together, Link could feel Ghirahim shift his hips from below him, grinding up against his package in a slow and rhythmic manner. Link couldn't suppress the moan that left his mouth; pleasure shot through his body like a wave at a rapid speed, and he knew that he had to do something quickly if he wanted to stop Ghirahim and meet Zelda.
From the corner of his eye, Link could still make out the blue haze of his sword. It was a stretch, but it was reachable. Careful to not evoke suspicion, Link continued to kiss the demon lord, placing one hand around his throat, giving it a tight squeeze. Ghirahim made a choking sound as air escaped his lungs, but his sound of surprise was quickly replaced with a low and gleeful chuckle. His hands slid up till they rested on Link's hand, letting out a quiet moan as Link gave his throat another tight squeeze. Link could feel his body heat up with satisfaction as he continued to choke the demon lord; he tried to not dwell on the fact that such a twisted act of intimacy was exciting him. With his eyes trained on Ghirahim's, Link's other hand clutched at the ground in hopes of coming in contact with a part of his sword. 'Just a little closer….' He thought as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.
Ghirahim let out another sound of pleasure, his black eyes never leaving Link's face. "Oh, boy…I never would have guessed that you to like things a little on the rough side."
Link gritted his teeth as his fingers grazed the hilt of his abandoned sword. "Well, you don't know me that well." He said with a low growl. His fingers stretched a little farther along the burning floor. 'Almost there….'
The demon lord chuckled and reached up to grab Link's face, completely unaware of the fact that Link had successfully found his sword and was now gripping the hilt tightly, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. "Hmmm, you are so intriguing, sky child. Any more surprises that I should know about?"
Link gave a hard smile. "Just one!" And before Ghirahim could comprehend what was happening, Link raised the sword above his head and plunged it deep into the demon lord's shoulder. The blade tore through skin and muscle before it reached the other side and made contact with the ground with a loud clang.
Ghirahim's mouth opened wide as he let out a sharp howl of pain while Link continued to apply pressure onto the hilt, forcing the blade to go deeper. Link growled and twisted the sword twice before yanking it out and leaping back, ensuring a safe distance between him and the now-furious demon lord. He had forgotten about the wound in his leg, and was painfully reminded when he attempted to step down onto it; his knee buckled, and the warrior collapsed to the ground roughly. Jolts of pain rushed up his spine as he made contact with the cobblestone floor, but as quickly as he fell down, he was back up. Though he couldn't place any weight onto his wounded leg, he was still ready to fight; with eyes blazing in determination and heart beating like a drum, Link gritted his teeth and let out a battle cry as he leapt towards his enemy with his sword high in the air. Ghirahim's face formed a look of pure shock, and he barely had enough time to snap his fingers, effectively teleporting himself somewhere safe, before Link's blade crashed into the ground where he had been originally sitting. Link pried his stone from the stone and looked around the room, his hard eyes trying to locate the demon lord. His heart thundered in his chest, and he was panting from the sudden burst of movement, but he was on edge, ready for anything that his enemy might throw at him. Finally, an angry voice entered Link's ears, and to the warrior's relief, the voice sounded far away. "You fool…." The voice hissed. "You belligerent fool!"
Link's eyes finally landed on the cloaked figure that was Ghirahim. The demon lord stood hunched over on the jewel-filled clay pots that one of the wall statues clutched in their stone hands. Blood flowed freely from his shoulder, seeping through his cloak and trailing down his white suit until it reached the rim of the pot. The angered demon lord grasped onto his new wound, but he didn't make any attempt to heal himself. With his face etched into a scowl, Ghirahim watched Link from afar. They remained this way, staring silently at each other for several moments. Link finally let out a chuckle, wiping off his sword on the back of his pants. "You are too trustworthy." He spoke loudly. "You think that, just because I kissed you back,you had successfully captivated me and had stolen my heart. How more wrong can you possibly be? You think I'm the fool?"
Ghirahim growled through clenched teeth, but he was obviously too weak to act on his anger. "You see, that's where you are wrong, boy. You may feel only anger and spite towards me, and you may have an air of confidence that I am nothing more than another enemy for you to defeat. But I'm already under your skin, and in your thoughts. You just don't want to admit it. But the time will come that I will pursue you, and you will not deny me."
Link opened his more to respond with the retort that was resting on his tongue, but was quickly silenced when Ghirahim waved his hand in the air, ending the discussion. "None of that matters, anyhow. There's someone very special I'd like you to meet. I need to vent all this unhealthy anger, and your agony is such a great stress reliever." He licked his lips jokingly, but his eyes were hard and formed into a glare at the warrior. "You see, I was starting to feel better about my day, but then you had to go and stab me in the shoulder. This puts me in a bad mood, as you can imagine. Now, it won't take more than a few moments with my friend before you're charred into a satisfying crisp. And let me tell you that will put a satisfying spring in my step!" The demon lord crossed his arms with care and turned his back to Link. "However," he spoke quietly, "I will be a little sad to see you go. You are, after all, my slave now, and even though you've attempted to kill me, you are my slave nonetheless. I have to admit, I will miss the intoxicating taste that you possess." Ghirahim raised his good arm into the air with elegance. He turned to face Link once more; his eyes softened ever so slightly, and he offered Link a small smile. "It was fun while it lasted, sky child."
And with a snap of his fingers, the wounded demon lord was gone, and was replaced with an enormous and deadly spider made of fire and lava.
Well, now it is time for me to hitting the writing board, beat my writer's block, and blast out another chapter! I'm so glad that you are enjoying my story and, as always, reviews and feedback is appreciated! :D