The captain's chamber that set atop the fortress glowed with the light of multiple lanterns strategically placed around the room. Shadows danced across the floors, and against the walls, as the flames submitted to the breeze. Dora appeared, standing in the middle of the room, and gazed around. The silence gave the room a sense of serenity, but the dim light added a hint of intimacy.

Ganondorf sat in his tall chair at the table turned into a desk, his shirt missing. Dora could not fight her eyes from wandering his exposed chest, shoulders, and arms when he turned to face her. He smirked, watching her stare at him intently. For once, she had nothing to say.

"Tell me what you learned," he ordered in his deep, alluring voice.

She blinked several times, remembering reality. "Oh. The Deku Tree resides on that island. Link is searching for pearls connected to the goddesses. The tree had Farore's pearl, and has promised it to Link as soon as he brings home one of his tree people safely. What's more interesting, is the hero's boat."

Ganondorf leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "His boat?"

"I don't know how it could be possible, but I think the spirit of the King of Hyrule possessed a boat to help guide Link. I overheard him talking to a fish of the ocean about another pearl, and some whale named Lord Jabun. I then recognized the voice of this boat belonged to Daphnes."

His eyes filled with amusement and he laughed out loud.

Dora smiled, enjoying his laughter. "Shouldn't he be dead?"

"To think that bastard somehow managed to maintain himself as a soul. Or perhaps, the goddesses condemned him to wait for the hero to return, and then act as his guide, and he has chosen this form," Ganondorf thought aloud.

"It makes sense," she agreed. "He did mention that these pearls will reveal some tower where the goddesses will judge Link."

"Daphnes must know of something that we do not..."

Dora loved to listen to his intelligence and wisdom, especially when he was shirtless. As far as she was concerned, he already was the perfect balance of power, wisdom, and courage. He stood up and rambled on about how only once the hero proved his worth could he be guided to the Master Sword to wield it. It occurred to him that the only way to pull the blade of evil's bane from its pedestal, was to somehow return to Hyrule. He reasoned then that the pearls must also open a portal to return to the world below, and that there was a chance the castle was not destroyed at all. Dora just watched him, listening and absorbing his words, while she admired him.

When at last Ganondorf was done speaking, he came to stand silently beside her, and she looked up at him. She rested her head against his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her.

"Our wait is nearly over. Once my full strength is returned, we can go back to Hyrule, and bring Hyrule back to our people."

Dora gazed into his yellow eyes, and was suddenly lost in them, because they stared back at her with hunger. She had seen that hunger before, and it sent waves of anticipation through her body.

"For now, I plan to indulge in physical pleasures with my wife, to fulfill my lust and desire for a time," he said in a sultry tone.

Her knees grew weak, and her face warm. A bright flash of lightning and a strong roar of thunder sent shivers down her back. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck until her fingers slipped into his hair. He lifted her from the floor with ease and carried her directly to the bed, where he kissed her with fiery passion.

They dove into each other first as wild animals starving for one another, and then they were as lovers, tenderly caressing and exploring the other's body, sharing pleasure instead of greedily taking it.

Dora had no way of knowing how long that night went on for. Even when it felt like the sun should have been rising, it continued to rain, and the sky was still black with menacing storm clouds. At times they fell asleep in each other's arms, just to wake up and relight the flames for another round. Occasionally, they would leave the bedroom to find food.

Ganondorf slept for a few hours, holding the flesh of his wife in his large hands, cherishing that everything from her smell, to her temper, to her lips, to her inability to close them, belonged to him and him alone. It had been quite some time since he last cursed the night, causing it to seem as though it would never end. It was one of his favorite tricks, and Dora loved it too. If the sun did not rise, she never had to go face the responsibilities of being queen, or training minions, and could stay in his bed until his hunger for her flesh, her moans, and screams, were sated. There were few pleasures greater than being the one whom she freed her wild animal upon.

At last though, the storm passed and the sun did rise. Dora rolled out of bed to stretch, and then gave him a smirk from the side. "It took me a bit, but you did it again, didn't you?"

Ganondorf chose not to answer her, but he could not suppress a chuckle.