MASSIVE FUCKING TRIGGER WARNINGS: This chapter has NonCon. No joke. Zelda is the victim. It will happen again in the story, though this is the only time from this person. Yes, that means this story goes to VERY DARK PLACES. It is ultimately a story of growth and survival, but there are elements of horror, including this kind. I would not call this story "Grimdark", though others have. It has light more than equal to the dark. BUT, it's still pretty damned dark. I do not, nor have I ever, nor WILL I ever, condone sexual violence of any kind. I do, however, sometimes illustrate it in prose to tell a story. This is that, and nothing more.

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Chap. 29:

A Harmless Traveler

Zelda, princess of Hyrule, adventurer, burgeoning stealth and assassination expert, slept like the dead. It was a good thing, then, that she had recently cleared out the area of creatures that would seek to capture, harm, or destroy her. It was equally good that the princess had selected an out-of-the-way, secluded place to take a few hours' rest.

Because, unknown to her, sixteen Bokoblins, including four blue ones, and seven Moblins, including another blue of that monstrously large species, came through the area early in the morning and through the first half of the day. They burned, pillaged, and looted whatever they could, even from another small camp of Bokoblins she had somehow missed.

They, in turn, missed her.

Somehow.

So when she woke, every muscle in her body protesting at the slightest movement, Zelda simply let herself stay still for a while, enjoying sun on her face and the shade cast by the tree she lay beneath on her left arm. The gentle lapping of the pond against the rocky shore was a soothing, regular beat, and a few birds chirped in the canopy over her head.

While she lay there, Zelda left herself imagine that the tree was a comfortable canopy bed, the kind she only had the tiniest dream-fragments of, and that the gentle lapping was instead a servant knocking on her door, perhaps to bring breakfast. Or a late lunch.

She had no memory of such an event of course, the briefest, pieced-together mental picture of a four-posted, canopy bed was the most she had left of what had, presumably, been the bedroom of a royal young lady.

Still, it was nice to dream, and for a little while distracted her from the bruises and discomfort of her situation. Sleeping on the grass below the tree was, indeed, among the better camping spots she had used since waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection.

That did not mean it was comfortable, or pleasant on an already battered body.

Eventually, she guessed around one in the afternoon, the princess pushed herself to a sitting position, and rested her hands on her knees as she looked down at the pond a few feet below her. She could still see a few fish swimming near the surface, feeding on the teeming water-skippers and insects that dared stray too close to the surface. There were rocks on all sides, aside from the path she had taken here which lead down to the forgotten ruins, and the one that curved south, higher up the mountain.

Which way to go...?

With a groan of discomfort, the woman levered herself to her feet, picked up the Sheikah Slate, and conjured a small, blue bomb.

Honestly, fishing- if it could truly be called fishing- with this method was ridiculously easy, something Zelda figured any fool who could activate the Slate would be able to pull off. The concussive force of the bombs in the water outright killed or at least stunned fish in about a twenty-five-foot radius from the bomb, so she had been careful the night before not to decimate the pond's population.

It would take some of each gender, after all, to repopulate it for later, and she did not want to harm the ecology more than the Calamity already had. But she did need to eat.

One carefully tossed explosive later, Zelda let the fish, three in all, float gently on the surface while she took a moment to blow her coals back into a full-blown fire and add one of the fallen branches that had come from the tree over the years. Then she glanced around, just in case, and stripped bare as quickly as she could.

The water was freezing cold, of course. Each step into the pool brought her six or eight inches lower, but she didn't care. It made her numb quickly, and that would only help with the pain. She was only going to pick up her next few meals and do a quick wash, anyway. She wouldn't get hypothermia from that.

The princess didn't bother dressing, though she wrung out her long hair carefully, before she cleaned the first of the fish and seasoned it with more herbs and honey from her supplies. Once it was roasting on a sharpened stick over her small fire, Zelda returned to the pool to wash her hands, then took a deep breath and dove onward.

She was shivering in the water when she reached the far side a few minutes later, but she still relished the numb sensation. It hadn't been as bad as she had expected. If anything, the water was just above freezing, so it did quite a lot to soothe her aching, swollen muscles. At least, for a time. She swam back at a more leisurely pace, and was dreadfully cold when she forced herself back onto shore. Still, she already had a fire going, and it was simple work to pull a few branches and small logs from her magical pouch and add them to the fire. The salmon was already sizzling, so it would not be much longer.

Which meant there was time to get dressed, at least... if she wasn't soaking wet.

"Oh, well. Drying with the fire it is. At least it's not a cold day, too."

She spent twenty minutes more eating and slowly rotating herself, occasionally dodging the smoke as the breeze shifted angles, before she started getting dressed. As she pulled her linen underthings on, the young woman shivered.

Then, without consciously deciding to do so, she slipped a hand between her legs and started rubbing. "Mm... yes, that's good."

Zelda only allowed herself a few moments of pleasure, though. It wasn't that she was in a particular hurry, but... she knew it would only add to the tension just touching herself had made her aware of. Like in Kakariko, and in the Shrine above it. Like before...

She was riddled with lust. Horny, aroused, in need of climax. But she also knew that her fingers, even if they felt great, would not finish the job. They might, might satiate her for a few hours, but that was about it. The Ancient Screw was a nice toy, and felt amazing, but it would only do the job for a few hours more at most. No... she needed something new. What that something was, the princess did not know.

But something.

Some one, perhaps.

A head between her legs, licking her furiously like Sagessa had done, that would do the trick. Zelda turned her eyes northwest. "It's not actually that far back to the Stable... I could be there in a day or two, if I make good time. ... No... As appealing as that is, I need to keep moving, not just... stay there and spend all of my money getting pleasure.

The thought still made her shiver, though.

But what she wanted still wasn't... that. Well, that, but also something else, at least.

A memory, recent and intact, slammed into Zelda's consciousness, and she rubbed her twat for a few more moments thinking about the screw slamming four inches into her cunt, the soft ridges tugging and pulling at her flesh, but also filling her, stretching her, rearranging her insides...

She did not climax, but Zelda still fell to her knees as they went weak and wobbly. "I need a penis inside me," she whispered to the mountain air. "I... that's what's missing. The pleasure is good, but it only takes the edge off."

Her fingers, the screw, Sagessa... they had only been escalations of what amounted to teasing. As good as they were, it was not what she needed. Zelda knew that now, and thus knew what would satisfy her.

Satisfy the... whatever it was the Goddess Hylia (presumably) had done to her.

"I need to hurry. Hateno is still days away, and I... I don't know if I can wait that long."

At least the distraction of hastily finishing the task of breaking her temporary camp was a bit of a help. It took some of her mind off of the situation, but Zelda's loins still ached and burned, the spark once more ignited as she started striding up the slope to the south.
Away from Sagessa and what might be temporary relief, but at least, hopefully, closer to ultimate resolution.

Unfortunately for our adventurer, she did not pick the route that would have gotten her to Hateno Village faster. Instead, by trying to follow the ridge rather than descend into the valley, Zelda trekked first up, and then down a shallow, grass-filled valley. It was beautiful, almost idyllic, and the only threat was a trio of blue slimes that were easy prey even for her weakest weapon, currently a sharpened pole.

While their acid ate away its organic matter easily, Zelda could only laugh at how dangerous she had thought the slow-moving creatures were at first, if taking out three was this easy.

Though the valley was indeed a pretty place, filled with wildflowers, grass, and buzzing bees, it did not take her in the direction she wanted. At around midafternoon, Zelda turned a corner around the ridge as she followed the path, which had just started to descend, and found the same sight she had seen from before.
Swamps, meadows, and highlands... in the wrong direction. She was a couple miles closer to the ocean now, and could even make out the thinnest strips of white on the breakers as she spotted the shallow edges of it, but she was still far enough inland that seagulls were not at all within sight.

Which meant she had to turn back.

What followed was a torturous climb, where her enchanted Climber's bandanna came in quite useful, but did little to spare her fingers from scraping across sharp rock, or sooth the increasing aches in her shoulders, upper arms, and thighs as she moved up, down, around, but mostly over a constant rise and fall. Mostly down, yes, but that was hard on her knees, too.

By the time Zelda reached what could be considered 'flat' land again, in the foothills of Mount Rozudo at last, she was bone-weary and chewing on the bulbs and leaves of some more of her medicinal herbs as a way to stave off the worst effects of the stiffness and pain.

She had ended the downward trek, for now at least, in a wide valley that became steep-walled and high as it descended, eventually moving into a tunnel downward, likely carved by nature itself over eons as water made its inexorable way to the sea. To the north-northeast, it climbed slower, and the valley continued to broaden until it met with another moving more or less perpendicular, itself, she could see even from here, likely dropping off into the wider valley beyond she had seen from the heights of the mountain.

In other words, it was probably a good route to take, unlike her last decision.

She kept her eyes open for a good place to rest, if only to take a breather since her sleep schedule was so screwed up, as the sun began to sink behind the mountain she had just spent a couple of days climbing over. She didn't find a great one, but Zelda did find something else she was looking for just as the last of the direct sun crossed below the rough horizon.

A person.

A living, breathing, human, and not one covered in primal markings, dressed in ragged hides.

A woman, a little round in the face with twin ponytails, a traveler's pack, and a brigandine cuirass over soft leathers, with a simple shortsword at her belt.

The woman was tending a fire, and she looked up as she spotted Zelda's hair, no doubt, glinting in the firelight. "Ahoy! If you're of a peaceful sort, come share a meal and a fire. If you're looking for trouble, best find it elsewhere, or trouble will find you."

Zelda started as the woman's accented voice called out clearly, with no hint of nerves or apprehension. She had seen some people with armor of that quality, but they were mostly people the Stable organization had hired to patrol roads, like Brigo. This woman, for as incomplete as her armor was, as simple as it was, was clearly better trained than most of those if she was this confident out in the middle of nowhere.

At least, as far as Zelda knew. She was a long way from Hateno still, judging by the distance she'd seen from Rozudo's peak, but not more than few days. There could be another village closer, a smaller one, perhaps. It wasn't like she would know. Still, company was something she was starting to crave, and not just for the growing burning between her legs.

She hadn't had a decent conversation since that night with Sagessa, either, after all.

"I'm peaceful," Zelda announced, and made sure her hands were open and palms facing the woman as she stepped further into the light.

Brown eyebrows raised, revealing the spark of blue eyes, "Peaceful, armed for bear like that?"

Zelda felt herself blush, "O- Oh, I... well, you can't be too careful, right? But I meant I'm not one to attack a stranger on the road."

"Oh, that's good, then," the other woman replied, and gestured toward her fire, "Have a sit, then. It's just simple mutton stew, but it's tasty enough, and I've plenty for both. What's your name?"

"Z- Zina," she answered, using the familiar alias just on principle. Zelda carefully sat, making sure her various shrunken or light-weight weapons didn't snag as she did, then reached for her pouch. "I've some spices I can contribute, if you'd like."

"Oh, don't worry about that, I've already made it pretty tasty, don't you worry. Just tested it a moment before you'd have come over the ridge, heading from that direction. Just come up from the beaches?"

"From Mount Rozudo, actually," Zelda answered, hooking her thumb over her shoulder.

"Hell of a climb."

"It was, but it's over now, I hope. I could sure use some flat walking for a while, my thighs burn."

Zelda hadn't really intended any sort of double meaning, but the implication of what she'd said made her blush all the same. The other woman only chuckled, then replied, "Don't worry about it, it's pretty easy from here on out if you're headed... well, either east or west. North is tough, harder than the coastal mountains, actually. Some of the roughest terrain in Hyrule. I'd avoid anything north of the Blatchery Plain, in fact."

Zelda nodded, not bothering to tell the woman she had, in fact, already been there, and even hiked the mountains there directly. The Pillars of Levia and Bonooru's Stand were indeed a hard climb if you went directly, but following the lower points of the strange, column-like mountains wasn't too bad. "I'm headed east- Hateno Village."

"Ah. Nice little place. Quaint. Farming town."

"That's what I've heard," Zelda nodded, "Are you sure I can't contribute...?"

"Well, if you've got something tasty to drink...?"

"I'm afraid not," Zelda admitted, "I've only got water, and that's a day old now."

The woman just shrugged, "No loss, really, just a bit of wine would've been nice with the mutton. It should be about ready, if you'd like me to dish you some?"

"Oh, yes, please," Zelda said eagerly, leaning forward to smell the pot over the fire before she reached for her pouch again and pulled out her camping cookware. "Just one bowl will be more than enough, thank you."

"Of course, dear, of course," the woman replied genially, but still filled the container to the brim before handing it back. She dished her own up more slowly, and Zelda's was half gone before she finished.

For the next twenty minutes, conversation was light and easygoing, free-flowing. Soon, the aches began to fade, as drowsiness set in. Once she caught herself nodding off, the other woman still chattering amiably about some apple pie her aunt had made a decade back of all things, Zelda shook her head to clear it briefly, "I- I think I'm going to turn in, actually, I'm quite sleepy. Must have... been a harder climb than I thought."

"Of course, of course, Zelda," the woman replied. "Go right ahead, think nothing of it. I'll probably bank the fire and turn in myself. If you rouse before me, would you mind throwing another branch or two on it and starting up the water in this pot...?"

"Surely so," Zelda agreed, as she spread out her bedroll, "It'd be the least I can-" she yawned, "do, after such a delicious, filling stew."

Then she climbed into her bedroll, and closed her eyes. Some two or three minutes later, she opened one green eye sleepily, "I... I don't think I asked your name...?"

But as she looked over, the woman was gone.

"Probably needed to relieve herself," Zelda mumbled, then closed her eyes.

In moment, everything was black.

She dreamed. Zelda knew she did.

A blonde man, toned and scarred, muscular, moved over her, moved in her. Leaned down to brush his lips against hers, then lower still to nibble on a breast, kissing lower while his hips thrust again and again, slowly, rhythmically, taking his time.

They could wait. The sweltering heat outside the cave was only a little cooler inside, and their bodies as they made love only added to it, but it was still only truly acceptable here. Death Mountain was not a pleasant climate for anyone but a Goron and a rare few monsters, but its lower reaches were only intolerably hot, rather than ignite-your-clothes-and-skin-in-seconds hot. Still, the hot springs they had stopped at for the evening had, in addition to soothing weary legs and backs, ignited another heat in her.

It was one her companion had been only to happy to respond to, and when Zelda had shyly asked him if they could repeat the earlier two times they had been together, her companion had been equally shy and embarrassed as he whispered, "I'd love to."

Their relationship was still new, at least this relationship. They had known each other for two and a half years now, but the intimacy was a new thing for both. She had been embarrassed to admit to the confident knight, that first time, that it had been her first.

Him humbly reporting that, despite living a soldier and then a knight's life for the last decade- he had enlisted at eight, as his father had before him, as a squire- he was still a virgin had taken much of the shyness away, and left only fumbling, bumbling awkwardness... and a pleasurable experience for both of them as they figured things out.

The second time was much better, two weeks later, as they stopped at his family's home on the way to the Zora Domain. How they had a quiet hour to each other with his mother and little sister hovering, Zelda had no idea, but it had worked.

This time, the third...

Goddess, she loved him. She wanted him.

Her Champion.

He filled her so very well, every motion tugged at her heartstrings as well as her body, and his expression, full of tender, intense concentration as he applied the same excellence he put into his swordplay to their love-making, reminded her why she had fallen for him in the first place.

He filled her so well, and she felt so good, she-

The world lurched.

The world tingled, and Zelda was numb, dizzy.

No, wait, that wasn't...

The sun was fucking her, and- no. No, that was her brain being twisted all in knots by the wind, and the shadows were a masked face, and grass played along her erect nipples as she moved, but she couldn't move because the sky was holding her hands together and her feet were locked inside a stone, but the mushrooms still danced at the edges of her vision, while the fish sang a song of happy farming on the clouds.

No...

No, that made no sense, she told herself.

None of it.

But she felt amazing.

The sky was twisting around her, like the grass, and the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles.

It was delirious, intoxicating.

Her name was Zelda, not Zina, and the princess giggled.

She hadn't told the woman that name, though, she had used the alias.

An orange sky bled into colors of blue, and she was touched by the sun along her nakedness.

It felt good, almost as good as the grass caressing along her sides, tickling the edges of her breasts, between her legs.

She was so very horny, and the rainbows in the clouds that still wiggled like squirmy wormy fizzy bomb-drink-things full of the strongest soldier's booze and fine wine at the same time, along with mushrooms one should not eat, was making her feel so delightful.

Then the woman was there, looking down at her, only it wasn't a woman, it was a pale moon on a set of toned, wiry shoulders.

A pale moon that held a reverse eye, like Paya's beautiful body and face, only upside-down, and the Sheikah had enemies, but they weren't...

Yiga.

Zelda's eyes widened.

Even in her intoxicated, wild-minded state, she knew that uniform.

Red and umber, skin-tight, but even more than a Sheikah Warrior's, with a mask holding the upside-down Hidden Eye of the Yiga, rather than the Revealing Eye of the Sheikah.

A curved blade like a sickle- no, it was a sickle- hung from the man's thin waist, and his gloves were off, revealing callouses long worn by extensive training. "Ah, coming back, are you, princess? Good. It wouldn't have been any fun if you couldn't remember it."

She squirmed, and fought the urge to vomit as the world twisted beneath her. "Let me go!"

"No, I don't think I will," the man chuckled underneath his mask, which did little to hide a reedy, cruel-sounding voice. "I don't think I will at all. See, we've fairly strict orders from Master Kohga. He wants you for himself before we take you to our true master, but there's no order against not having our fun first. And you are a pretty little slip, for a lady older than my grandmother."

"No," Zelda whimpered, as she watched, green eyes wide in terror, as the man's hands moved to a release on his uniform.

His cock was already hard, about five inches and of moderate thickness she guessed. He was a little bigger than Hino, at least, and for some reason there was no hair on him that she could see. But still, seeing him filled her with dread.

This... This could not be happening.

No.

Not like this, not... not...

The clouds still danced in the sky, twisting and twirling and singing strange songs of nonsense, but Zelda knew what was happening. Her hands were bound, and tied to a stake. Her ankles were in a similar state.

Her equipment, all of it, was nearby, clearly rifled through, although it seemed this Yiga man had not figured out how to access the magical pouch's contents, for their were not massive piles of foodstuffs, insects, and monster parts laying around.

She was helpless.

Miles from anyone, any help.

If she could fight, she might have a chance, even drugged, as she must be.

She knew she was, in fact, had felt effects similar to this before, even if she could not remember when.

The man's hands on her breasts were rough, unkind, and he twisted one, bruising it, then pulled on her nipple hard enough for Zelda to scream in pain. He slapped her other one then, hard, and she yelped, letting out a whimper.

The man only threw one of his legs over her, pinning her own between his knees as he leaned down, the bit the nipple he had pulled on, before moving to the other and suckling at the growing red hand-print. "Fucking slut of a princess," the man chuckled, "you're gonna enjoy this almost as much as me, I bet."

"I won't, I won't," Zelda whimpered.

In response he reached down, not for his erection, but between her legs, then touched her, pushed two fingers inside. She screamed again at the intrusion, and bucked wildly- all she could do. It wasn't enough. Still, he pulled his hands out quickly and showed her, spreading the two fingers apart. A string of clear liquid hung between them, and both fingers glistened in the cool air of the morning. "See? You're dripping, slutty princess. Maybe it's the Mighty Banana and Mighty Thistle I put in the stew, but you're as desperate as you've ever been, I bet. Don't worry- you won't have to wait long. I've been dreaming of fucking you since this mission started. I'm going to enjoy you for days before we even start heading back to Master Kohga. So get used to this dick, slutty princess!"

She wanted to protest again, to cry out, to beg for help, but any such thought was drowned out as the hand he had used to slap her breast moved around her throat, choking just enough to cut off easy air, and prevent her from even screaming.

The other hand moved down again, and he stroked himself twice before taking a hold of his base, and guiding himself down. Toward her.

Into her.

The intrusion of the fingers was, in their own way, worse even than the Octorok Tentacle in her throat, the first time she had encountered one.

The thought of Bokoblins doing this to her, with their little orange peckers, was almost worse.

Almost.

This man, this vile, disgusting, horrid, cruel man, had taken all power from her. All chance of fighting back. Had abused her trust, tricked her, drugged her...

Now, he was raping her.

His motions were quick and fast, hard, bruising, and it was all Zelda could do to maintain consciousness with how much he had cut off her airflow.

At least, some two minutes later, he climaxed outside, covering her stomach and chest with white goo. She was crying, her neck as bruised as her pussy from the brutal treatment, but the man only snickered. "It's a good look for you, princess. You should get used to it, I hear Kohga's huge. All the ladies of the Yiga he fucks say so, anyway. And when our true master gets you... well, you won't be satisfied by anything else ever again, I can tell you that. Ah... fuck, just looking at you covered in my seed is making me want you again already. It's a good thing I pulled out- I don't want sloppy seconds."

Then he was in her again, moving even harder, faster.

Zelda wished she could cry out. Wished she could black out, erase this time from her memory as surely as everything before her all-but-death had gone.

He lasted longer this time, and continued to bruise and abuse her body while he used her. Five minutes stretched into ten.

When he finally released again, the man climbed off of her, and laughed... but this time he had done it inside.

"Don't worry, slut. I fed you some herbal tea before you came to. You won't get pregnant that easy- not yet. Master Kohga gets than honor, anyway. Best relax. You'll be here a while, but I'm gonna go get something to eat. Hope the Bokoblins don't get you!"

Five minutes later, she was still sobbing uncontrollably.

The man, the nameless, rapist, vile, hideous man, had been gone for three of those.

That was when the huge, blue ears and short, pig-like snout of a blue Bokoblin came over the hill, his eyes narrowed in her direction.

She was still tied up.