Nabooru organized her women for the continued hunt of young Princess Zelda. She was not a stranger to navigating desert sands in an orderly fashion, so it was just a matter of time before they found the girl.
Her lips pressed together in worry. Time was just the problem she faced. Her king, Lord Ganondorf, had no reasonable perception of it. He was possibly one of the most impatient people she had ever met.
The last of her riders disappeared over the horizon, and she turned back toward the castle, only to see her king approaching her quickly. At times she was amazed that a man so huge could move so fast.
"My Lord," she said plainly with a low bow.
"Nabooru," he said darkly, "You will report to my chambers tonight. Arrive at 6pm, clean and dressed in your best silks."
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Do you understand your orders?" he growled at her hesitation.
A long painful pause was broken by her soft confirmation.
"Yes, my Lord." she finally replied.
He abruptly nodded to and turned back to attend matters in his fortress. When he was out of sight, Nabooru let her hands ball into fists and a sneer take it's rightful place on her face.
"Pig," she whispered, "Filthy, power-hungry, SWINE."
Her nails dug into her palms, and sticky blood dripped down to the ground. She knew there was no way to deny him his recreation tonight. He had laid almost all of her attractive female warriors, but he had never been so bold before as to demand such favors from the birthright leader of the tribe. If Ganondorf hadn't been born a man, he would be just another low-ranking Gerudo following orders.
Nabooru rushed to finish a full day's worth of work before six. Time went by nightmarishly fast, and before she knew it, she was standing outside the door to his room.
Her knuckles went white as she reached up and knocked on the door. After a single tap, the door swung open and the brute loomed ominously over her.
"Come inside," he ordered and stood aside for her to enter. The air was thick and steamy from hot water being run in the adjacent bathroom. She could already smell him, and it was not a pleasant sensation. He needed that bath.
Ganondorf read displeasure on the woman's face. He had stepped over his boundaries to order this meeting. That was trivial to him compared to his sexual frustration over the young Link girl. Regardless of Nabooru's feelings, he was going to release himself tonight. Perhaps that would put him at ease enough to not be so careless with his prisoner.
"Undress yourself," Ganondorf ordered as he closed the door to his room.
She did so rigidly, until only her panties remained.
He glared at her, making her remove her last of thread of dignity. His yellow eyes drank in the vision of her fit, sun-kissed body. She was younger than her manners would suggest. He guesses that she couldn't be much over nineteen or twenty.
"Now, undress me," he commanded.
Nabooru was one of the bravest Gerudo warriors in the tribe, but seeing the hulking body revealed under his armor and cloths gave her chills. Nothing but dark sinewy muscle was below that hard shell. His skin had lost its human warmth and degraded to a dark ash-grey from the evil magic he propagated within himself. A disturbingly fresh wound in his side was bound tightly with a spell, knitting it back together. She didn't dare to ask about it. His bright red hair traveled down his hard abdomen and framed his most terrifying feature.
A smile crept across his face as she stared in horror at the size of him. Her wandering eyes inspired a hot pulse in the man, and he grew even larger before her. He wondered if the young Link girl would have the same reaction when her time came.
He walked over to the bathtub and turned off the water. It was quite hot, but his leathery skin didn't mind as he sunk himself into the water. He held out a hand for Nabooru.
"It's an honor to be invited into such intimacy, you know." he said softly to the naked woman, "Normally I just rip what I want out of women, with no foreplay at all."
She had seen the state that he had left her warriors in. There was no need to remind her of it, except as a threat.
"Inspire me to keep being gentle, and you may find yourself in decent enough condition to work tomorrow." he urged.
"Thank you for your kindness, My Lord." she said dully as she walked up to him.
Without consent, he effortlessly picked her up around the middle and pulled her into the hot water alongside him. The water burned her skin and numbed her body with pain. She was only visually aware that Ganondorf's manhood was rubbing slowly between her thighs. This continued for was felt like ages as the scalding water slowly became normal to her body, and she regained some feeling. She wished it hadn't though. Ganondorf took a deep breath of her hair and his hands started to explore her body. They began with her breasts, enjoying the softness and tight sensitive tips, and then moved down to her abdomen. All too quickly he began to prod and dig at her most private area with his thick rough fingers.
"A virgin, Nabooru! I'm surprised at you!" he chuckled, with lusty color flushing into his face, "I thought you would have found someone to play with by now."
"Women don't need to break the skin to make love," she retorted, nervous of his growing response.
"Well, you will have to tell me all about it, my dear." He said as he took her small hand and placed it around himself, "But for now, you are going to learn how to please a man for a change."
He moved her hand up and down on his hard shaft, and guided it directly to her unbroken entrance.
A simple "No…" escaped Nabooru's mouth as he began to push himself slowly into her body.
Her tightness was wonderful. He could barely get his tip inside of her before she started to rip. He closed his eyes and imagined the feeling of drawing the even younger elf girl onto him. His little prisoner's walls would be even narrower. He would have to be extra gentle with the girl just so he wouldn't seriously injure her.
Inch by agonizing inch, he pulled her down onto his manhood. She felt impaled on him. Her abdomen even bulged out slightly where he had filled her. The water went pink with her blood, but she didn't dare express her agony with sound. She thought it might push him over the edge.
"Let's begin then," he grunted, keeping his eyes shut tight. He fucked her gently against his hard body, starting with a slow rhythmic grind. He wasn't moving much inside of her, but the pain was still almost too much to bear. Joy of conquest filled his core as he felt the woman's body react in a positive way to his movements. She gripped him tighter, and her walls became slick. He pulled her soft chest tightly against him, and started to pump faster, but still with the careful gentleness that he practiced for Link.
Nabooru felt a warm wave of pleasure wash away some of the hideous pain. Her mind scolded her for it. She did not want this, yet her body was reacting on it's own.
Ganondorf was experienced, she reasoned, it only makes sense that he would know how to control a woman's body.
Loosing himself, Ganondorf open his eyes and locked with her bitter stare. The warmth that filled him disappeared as the act dissolved clearly into what it really was: rape.
His thrusts became more violent as he began to wonder if he would ever experience sex that was anything other than that. Harder and harder he pushed her, intentionally closing his eyes to avoid seeing the cruelty that he was perpetrating. He tried to bury his own loneliness in the mindless euphoria of sex.
Nabooru's ravaged body had taken all it could. The pleasure had disappeared now, and all that was left was the pain. Despite her best efforts, she let out a bloody scream and, shockingly, he stopped. Opening his eyes, he gazed at her tear-soaked face.
She expected to be taunted or shamed. Mercy was not a characteristic her Lord was known for. However, he slowly drew his girth out of her, and sat her up on the side of the bathtub. Wordlessly he slid a finger into her and cast a healing spell inside of her body. Beautiful relief washed over her as his tongue began to caress her most sensitive spot. He was trying to please her. Nabooru couldn't believe it.
Her back arched as a warm tingling sensation gripped her body. He slid his finger shallowly in and out of her, and persistently kept his mouth in place to satisfy her. He wanted her to come for him. He knew he could make her do it. Then maybe he would get the kind of touch that he was after: a touch that wasn't forced.
She started to fight her oncoming orgasm, but she lost focus when she saw the look of anxiety on Ganondorf's face. Her puzzlement distracted her mind and her body had it's quivering reaction to his attention.
She let out a soft moan, and tried to catch her breath. She kept staring at the face of the man that did this to her. Clearly he wasn't finished yet, but he did not push her. He didn't take her hand and place it on himself again. He merely sat back in the bath and waited. He looked almost eager to her, maybe even desperate.
In the delirium of her orgasm, her morbid curiosity overwhelmed her. Her fingers reached out and touched him. He turned his dark stare away from her, not wanting to discourage her exploration. Cautiously, he ran his fingers though her wet hair and guided her over him. Not insistently, but just enough to give her the idea. She looked down at his huge weeping shaft in her hand, the same one that had hurt her moments before. She watched him quiver when she moved her hand up and down on him.
Could it be that he wanted her to finish him like this? After such force and violence, he would allow himself to be satisfied with just the touch of her hand? No. She new he wanted more than that. But why didn't he simply take it like he had just done moments ago?
Then she understood. He wanted her to please him voluntarily. Perhaps he even wanted to feel loved.
Well, he will find no such sympathy here, she thought.
He fidgeted impatiently and she knew he would end the encounter as violently as it had begun if she didn't give him the illusion that he pined for.
She would not give him everything, but she would give him just enough to get by. Nabooru brought her lips down onto his tip and tasted his essence. He grinned wildly, and brought her arm up for him to kiss. Softly he whispered how to satisfy him, and he lay back to enjoy the sensation.
If he could win over the bitter Gerudo queen, then maybe he had a chance with the young impressionable Hero girl. A wave of bliss ran though his body. He released in Nabooru's mouth and let his hazy mind wander with thoughts of glorious future conquests.