Zelda opened one eye when the morning sun began to invade her room, pulling her out of a deep and peaceful sleep in the most brutal way. The rain had subsided and the sun was shining brightly, which made her wonder if she hadn't imagined the whole thunderstorm. She sat up and stretched, only to realize she was still wearing her dress, making it clear she hadn't dreamed about the terrifying tempest. Her eye was caught by a slight movement next to her window. She blinked in the bright sunlight and after a few seconds, she could make out the silhouette of a man sitting there. She recognized Ganondorf's fiery mane and sighed, remembering how she had begged the Dark King to stay with her just a few hours ago. She once again felt ridiculous. She probably had looked very weak and childish in front of the most ruthless man in the entire world.

She shook her head and stood, slowly approaching the sleeping man. His chin was resting on his chest and he snored lightly. She stared at him blankly, unsure if she should wake him up or not. Her hand rose, but froze halfway to his shoulder. Curiosity overtook her. She was young and had never been taught about men since her mother had died shortly after her birth and that no one in the castle seemed to think it was necessary. She bit her lower lip as the urge grew stronger in her mind. After all, as long as he didn't wake up, nobody would know…

Before she could change her mind, her hand rose higher and her fingers brushed Ganondorf's cheek. It was smooth and warm, and as she neared his jaw she could feel the slight sting of stubble beneath her fingers. He stirred in his sleep as she ran her her index over the curve of his lower lip, making her jump and stumble backward quickly, but he did not wake up. Emboldened by her success, the princess once again stepped forward and her finger followed the strong line of his jaw. As another idea popped into her mind, Zelda tried to reason herself. It was Ganondorf. She hated him. She wasn't supposed to be doing this. But she had never touched a man in such a way and, now that she did, shivers of delight ran up her spine. After all, how many chances would she have to do this? As she leaned closer to him, his scent reached her nostrils. It was a strong and musky scent, but not unpleasant. In fact, she kind of liked it. She straightened up, closing her eyes and shaking her head. 'The word 'like' and 'Ganondorf' don't go together, girl', she harshly told herself. Zelda leaned in once more as she inwardly reprimanded herself. After a slight hesitation, she approached her hand from his stomach. As she slipped her hand under his shirt and brushed the searing skin of his lower stomach, she felt his muscles tense and heard him groan. She stood very still and gritted her teeth, not wanting him to wake up and find her in such a position. After a few seconds she felt his body relax underneath her palm. The princess lightly ran her fingers up his sides, stomach and chest, watching his every reaction, feeling every bump and bulge of his massive body. 'It's a wonder he hasn't woken up yet' she told herself with a smile. As this thought crossed her mind, she felt a large hand on the small of her back. She yelped in surprise and tried to straighten up, but the hand kept her firmly pressed onto the Dark King's chest, and she had to sit on his lap not to fall. Zelda felt him stir beneath her and she felt herself blush as his golden eyes opened, clearly awake and alert.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Ganondorf asked in a velvety voice against her ear. "Enjoying what you feel, darling?"

"I… It's not what…" she stuttered.

"It's not what it looks like?" He asked, interrupting her.

He grinned wolfishly before adding:

"Your thoughts are saying otherwise."

As he said these words his hand left her back and made its way lower. Zelda blushed even more. She wiggled in Ganondorf's arms to try to prevent his hand from going further, making him chuckle darkly. The echoing runble in his chest made shivers run up her spine.

"Damn you!" She hissed. "Damn you and your powers!"

"My powers have nothing to do with this, Zelda," he breathed, "and you know it."

She felt his other hand gently run through her hair. Zelda stiffened but didn't resist when he pulled her face closer to his. He could see curiosity shine in her eyes, but also uncertainty. She didn't know how it would feel, and it was true that she was curious, but once again she realized who was the man she was about to kiss.

"I can stop, if that is your wish," Ganondorf whispered as their lips were about to touch. "W - "

He was interrupted by Zelda placing a light, experimental kiss on his lips. After a second of surprise, he eagerly kissed her back, and he felt her open her mouth for him. He grinned michievously against her lips as his tongue slipped in her mouth. The contact of his lips and tongue sent electricity shooting trough her body, and a searing warmth ran from her lips to her abdomen, making her quiver in the Dark Lord's embrace as if her blood was on fire. As their kiss became more and more heated and passionate, she felt Ganondorf's fingers sliding under her corset, tugging at the laces. She knew what would happen if they went any further, and she shuddered. 'Do I really want this?' she asked herself in a flash of lucidity. She yelped in surprise when Ganondorf suddenly broke the kiss and stood, gently carrying her over to her bed. He laid her down on the soft silken sheet but, to her surprise, he straightened up, removing a stray lock of hair from his eyes.

"Your thoughts are once again speaking for you, princess," he said. "I see I may have been hasty. Farewell."

He bowed, turned away and quickly walked to the door.

"No!" Zelda shouted against her will, reaching out to hold him back.

He ignored her and closed the door behind his back, leaving the stunned princess alone on her bed. When she realized the Dark King really was gone, she felt ashamed of what she had just done. She had given in so easily to the man she hated… She wanted to break every bone in his body, wanted to rip out his heart with her own bare hands if she had the chance, but she still had let him kiss her. No. He had not kissed her. She was the one who had made the move, even though he had offered her to stop… She had done it out of pure curiosity, but she had to admit that she got a bit carried away… She still felt a tingling sensation on her lips and back where he had touched her. She unconsciously licked her lips, realizing his smell lingered on her clothes. The princess buried her face in her pillow, sighing. All of what had just happened had gone way too fast, and even her quick mind hadn't figured out all that had just happened yet. This man had forced her to marry him, for Nayru's sake! She sat in her bed and shook her head. She would have to think about it later, for she had a long day ahead of her.

Ganondorf slumped down in his throne. That had been a close one. Just a few more seconds and he would have lost control. Luckily, the princess' thoughts had made him snap back to reality. He smiled upon remembering the feeling of the princess' hands on his body, and how easily she had surrendered. He could feel himself grow hard at the need for her, but he controlled himself. He would have her soon enough. The Dark King cackled maniacally in the silence of the throne room. His plan was slowly coming together, and everything would soon be setting in motion.