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MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS: No, seriously, no joke. If you thought things were dark at some points before, this is worse. A lot worse. It is only this one chapter, but the ramifications of what happens here continue to be felt for the remainder of the story. It resembles very heavy non-con, but remember that a choice was made TO consent, knowing what was coming.
But all is not dark, all is not lost, there is always (at least in my stories) a light at the end of the tunnel, etc. And this chapter does not end on a dark note (at least not entirely dark).
Chap. 61: Forfeiture
Cries of despair, alarm, and terror surrounded the princess as the sky bled crimson. The people of Hateno had given up so much already. Loved ones. Brothers. Friends. Sisters. Fathers, uncles, mothers, nephews, nieces, cousins… themselves. For what? To have victory snatched away at the last moment by… by…
Whatever it was that made the sky bleed, and the Blood Moon to rise mid-day?
It was unfair.
Evil.
Her own fear withered as she felt those around her give in. Her forehead began to tingle, and Zelda's confidence grew. The Sacred Power, the Holy Light…
Would it be enough? Could it be? It had certainly seared and burned away the lesser Bokoblin when she had first used it, but the black ones had survived, if only for a little while.
More importantly, though the mark on her brow tingled… would she even be able to use it?
Zelda did not know. The Sheikah Slate held in her numb left hand, from which a battered soldier's shield hung by its strap, gave no sign that it registered the power rising. Zelda swallowed, and took a moment to look around her at the terrified defenders, and those they were trying to protect.
Closest to her, Koyin was bloody and cut, bruised, dirty. She looked lovely, fierce, determined… and fully aware that they could no longer win. Their whole defense had been predicated on whittling down the monster forces until this last, heaviest redoubt. It had worked, too, by some combination of miracles Zelda could scarcely believe.
Against hundreds? The barricades and walls would last moments, at best. Then the Bokoblins would be among the people of Hateno, killing the men, raping the women until they wished they were dead, and continuing on even further. Perhaps until they were, or became so twisted, they became Boko-Matrons, living only to eat and fuck and birth more offspring.
Koyin seemed resigned to their fate first, for her hands twisted on the replacement spear, and she set it to receive a charge. Her head turned right to look at Zelda, and she smiled. Sadly, already grieving for a chance at life, perhaps a life together, they would never truly get to explore.
On her right, Hudson, Karson, and Bolson were giving each other a 'manly' final hug, and all three were quietly weeping.
Symin was a little further away, an arrow stuck in his left shoulder, but wielding one of the Sheikah's ancient, eight-fold longblades in his other hand. It was already bloody, just from the first few Bokoblins that had reached the makeshift wall, and were trying to get through it. He didn't look Zelda's way, but instead cut through a gap, no doubt slaying one of the creatures as it stood.
Purah was further back, her child's body struggling to carry a backpack from which two Guardian Stalker arms sprouted, of all things. In her arms was even more weight, another red-painted barrel. "My last one," Zelda heard her call, "It's all I had time to make- we have to evacuate! Get everyone out! Have them run for Kakariko Village, as fast as they can- drop the gate at Fort Hateno once everyone is through, it'll slow them down a little!"
Zelda swallowed.
There were Meghyn and Nat, too, the two sisters she had saved. One was carrying a visible bulge in her belly… a Bokoblin baby.
But they were both up and moving, working to help the wounded as the people started to flee, just shy of panic.
They were doomed, though. These people could not outrun what was coming. The Blood Moon would have the road to the Sheikah's Village swarming with monsters, too.
Zelda swallowed, then turned back to Koyin. Her arm fell on the younger woman's shoulder, and as the strong-jawed face turned toward her, the princess moved in for a bloody, dirt-stained kiss. Their first, and their last. "I'm sorry," she whispered as they separated, "I… I can't let them have you. Not any of you."
Then the Princess of Hyrule turned away from her body guard, and hurled herself over the wall into the mass of recently-reborn and still-encroaching Bokoblins.
Her blade flew, her shield smashed, her body, lithe and stronger than ever before, spun and cut and slashed and stabbed and kicked. Minibombs rolled, and Bokoblins died.
But she was only buying time.
Minutes, at best, surrounded by a ravening horde who already clutched and pawed at her torn armor and clothing, while more and more Bokoblins appeared or rose from the ground. The Blood Moon rose higher.
It was almost there. Her arms were so tired, her body exhausted, but Zelda could not give up. In the eye of one screeching blue Bokoblin, Zelda saw her reflection, and her forehead shining with golden light… but that would not be enough, despite the danger.
She had to protect them, by any means necessary.
Moments before the Blood Moon hit its zenith, Zelda had a momentary pause. In that brief gap between slaughter, when there were no enemies around her to reach, she screamed up at the moon itself, "Stop! Leave them! Take me! I offer myself, willingly, but spare the people of Hateno!"
Reality seemed to ripple, as energy washed over the land, coming from the humongous red orb above them, which shone with malevolent light.
"Zelda, no!" she heard. From at least two voices, then more. Koyin, Purah, Sophia, Prim…
But the army stopped moving.
Then it surged forward again, as weapons were stowed.
The first to reach her was a black Bokoblin, as the innocent lives behind her fell silent.
His eyes were… were not the same. She recognized the creature's markings, knew him to be one of the two who had raped her before, reborn most recently probably moments ago. But the eyes… the eyes were golden, reptilian, and shone with such hatred and malice that it made Zelda's knees go weak. "Offer yourself?" the Bokoblin growled, in an almost-human voice. "Offer yourself for the chattel? Your offer is accepted, Princess of Hyrule. Submit to my army. They will bring you to me in time."
"I submit," she whispered, and tears ran down her face, "But spare them."
"It is done," the strange, too-deep, multi-layered, foul voice replied.
Then the eyes faded back to the Bokoblin's normal blue-orange, and the black creature in front of her sneered. "Mundu remember you, you body good. We take you, we all take you. Then, when you broken, we take you to Chief Big Death. Yeah… that sound good. Drop weapon, drop shield, or all die. Chief Big Death say it."
Zelda nodded, then heard more gasps as her sword and shield hit the ground with a thudding finality. "I submit," she whispered, "if you give me a moment I'll take off my armor. It'll… It'll be easier to get to me."
"No! No, no, no, no!"Koyin's voice, shrill and horrified, begging her to stop this madness. But Zelda couldn't look back.
She reached for the straps on her cuirass, and started to unbuckle them.
While she removed her armor, which took a good minute, more Bokoblins moved up around her, forming a semi-circle, but they did not approach the wall she had just cleared. Whether they were wary of the defender's weapons, or holding to the arrangement, Zelda didn't know.
She didn't believe that they would let the people of Hateno go, either. But this…
It was going to have to be enough, it as all she could do. Maybe, maybe the Golden Power would be enough to destroy the entire army if she was in the middle of it. Down in their camp, completely surrounded. It was the best chance they had, anyway.
Zelda had one steel boot left on when Mundu held up a hand, "Take her."
"No!" more shrieks and cries of fear and terror.
But, somehow, another miracle occurred. The same black Bokoblin, apparently speaking now for the Calamity itself, turned away from the wall, "Leave them. Leave them until she begs for Boko-cum, and we take her to Master."
Then paws, claws, hands, were on her. Everywhere. Groping roughly, shoving fingers through her trousers, ripping and tearing until they could plunge into her dry (or was it…? She couldn't tell anymore) pussy, even her ass. The thick padded tunic and the underclothes below that which protected her from the protective armor was torn and shredded in moments, as her body was lifted high onto the arms of a half-dozen Bokoblins.
They never stopped touching her, and Zelda forced her breathing, somehow, to remain calm as she was carried on a sea of screeching, grasping limbs down the long, miles-long path to the once-pastoral, pristine picnic spot where they had set up their second line of defense.
She could just tell it was little more than a blackened, smoking crater now. The larger trees would probably survive, but everything smaller had been blasted to smithereens, and the pond was draining slowly, the ground itself had cracked enough to let more water flow down through it into the ocean below. Corpses of her friends lay everywhere in an uneven circle from the largest blast Camden Roe had set loose.
Zelda was already effectively naked, her clothing little more than tattered strips. One was used to bind her hands, at least together in front of her. The rest were left, as she was thrown unceremoniously onto the bloody, charred, ashen ground.
Then they were on her.
In her.
She wasn't ready, but it didn't matter. Her body lubricated itself swiftly as the Bokoblin dicks shoved themselves into every orifice they could find, or pulled at her hands, forcing her to jerk off two of them at once. Some used a sweaty armpit, some even the backs of her knees. Everything they could reach. One fucked her tits, one weirdo even used her bare foot to pleasure himself.
The Goddess' soul inside her responded… and Zelda felt herself at peace.
She was being raped and violated in the most obscene way, but she did not care.
The people of Hateno could safely flee. Her friends, those she cared about, would live to fight another day.
So what if the fiftieth Bokoblin spilled his seed into her womb, forcing more to leak out when the next plunged his hard shaft into her? Maybe it would relieve the agony of his existence a little. Besides, she did so love children. Was a Bokoblin child any different? She'd already had one taken from her.
What were a thousand more?
How many monsters had the Zeldas of the past birthed, with the same strange lust that filled her? Zelda neither new, know really cared, as the idle thought drifted through her tired mind.
It was at about the eightieth Bokoblin, she thought, that she experienced her first orgasm.
It was small, but a nice little touch. A welcome relief to the pain, even if it felt so deliriously, deliciously good, too. To be hurt, controlled, dominated…
Somewhere around the ninetieth, Zelda had a real one, a big one, and cried out with lust as its own semen was added to the messy mixture within her.
She felt full, in her stomach from the ones using her mouth, and in her womb… but not full enough.
A blue one stepped up next, and he was bigger than the red Bokoblins that had been using her thus far. "Yes," she moaned, and opened her legs wider.
"Becoming Boko-Matron already," he laughed, and shoved himself in.
The beast rutted wildly, but Zelda didn't care. She wanted to fuck him, coax out his delicious seed.
Her body rocked back, her hands jerked off one red-skinned monster after another, her mouth serviced more… then she was rolled over, and she was on top.
The princess adjusted quickly, throwing herself into the task of being gang-raped with delighted abandon.
Then a black Bokoblin, one with a dick she could swear she had felt before, shoved itself into her asshole.
Zelda cried out again in mixed pain and pleasure, and orgasmed at once. She heard a familiar voice hiss in her ear as it pulled her hair, "Yes, you remember Mundu's dick in you, whore-princess. You remember, and you love it."
The black Bokoblins on Hateno Beach hadn't hesitated to use whatever hole they wished, and Zelda had been reasonably sure afterward that she had done something similar before. Wouldn't she have bled, otherwise?
But this, two of them in her at once, while her mouth was plugged by a third, and her hands in use…
It was too much. She climaxed again, and again, as her body was tossed back and forth in an endless sea of monster semen, and increasingly frequent princess-squirt.
Time passed, but Zelda could not measure it.
There was only sex, and her body's rapture, and her soul crying out in pain and joy.
The sky grew dark, then light again, and her body did not stop. At one point, she knew, water had been forced into her. She had vomited it, and a gallon or so of semen, then drank again.
The whole while, her pussy and often her ass had been plugged up with one cock or another.
Time was meaningless. Even hydration didn't matter, all that mattered was her pussy and body on fire with more and more need, more ecstasy, and the cocks waiting to fulfill that desperate, longing hunger.
Cries of passion filled her ears, and she knew most came from herself, but some from the Bokoblins that fucked her.
Then warmth splattered across her face. More semen, added to the bath she'd had over the last… however long it had been. Only this smelled a little different. More tangy.
Another across her chest, and the cock filling her went still, then fell away.
No! She wasn't done! She needed it!
Zelda opened bleary eyes, crusted from dried semen.
It was dusk, or perhaps early sunrise. Which way was East? What was East?
Useless, that's what.
She needed a cock!
That spear the girl there, the girl she was falling for, would satisfy her. Or the man with the sword, he had one! Yes! "Fuck me," she crooned, as a dark-haired woman with a flashing blade slashed through the throat of another Bokoblin.
Zelda giggled as she was hoisted upright by cold metal, and voices rang out, "Go, go, go! I've got her, let's go!"
She shook, her limbs limp as she was carried through the air to her next orgy. Mm… orgies were fun. Gang-bangs were better. Yes…
She didn't remember passing out.
Maybe that was fortunate.
Her body arched in rapture as an orgasm tore through her, waking Zelda from a very deep slumber. She was… aware.
Herself.
In a strangely familiar room, though she hadn't seen it before. And a familiar head of white hair lifted from between her legs, with a shock of red down the center.
She hadn't ever seen the woman's face before, but her cheeks glistened with the excretions of Zelda's own body, and her eyes were too wise, too knowing, for such a young face. Familiar eyes. As the woman between her bare legs rose up to pull a shivering, shaking shaft from out of her cunt, Zelda realized who it was. At least, she thought she did. "P- Purah?"
"Oh, you do recognize me," the woman replied with an almost-sad smile, then reached for a cloth to wipe her face. "Sorry if that bothered you. Linky was always willing to help me out, but you always seemed to prefer my little sister. But we had to keep you climaxing, and… well, we took some turns. Now that you're awake, you should be alright."
Zelda blinked. "Wh- What?"
Purah shrugged as she set aside a strange device, a metallic box with a few wires sticking out, and a- yes, that was definitely an Ancient Screw- on the other, which dripped with her cum too. "Bokoblin semen is addictive. It's how they create what they call Boko-Matrons. The best treatment we've got aside from, you know, not getting assaulted by them is more climaxes without them. Helps counteract the pheromones and chemicals in your brain that make you want them again. Again, sorry. We had to… to rotate. Koyin volunteered, but we figured she was a bit young. I don't mind, but I know we never really… well, we weren't a thing, back then. And now I'm old."
"Lick me more," Zelda whispered.
Purah's aged, wise eyes widened. "Uh… I'm not complaining, but… are you sure? Like I said, we weren't…"
"Please," the princess begged, "I'm so horny…"
The researcher shrugged as she looked back toward the door, "W- Well, Symin and the others don't know you're awake, so… so I guess I can spare a few." Then as she settled on her knees at the end of the bed Zelda was laying on once more, she looked up the younger woman's body, "I have to admit, I don't know why my sister refused you after you were together for a few weeks. Your pussy is delicious."
Then Zelda's head rolled back, and her eyes drifted closed again. Purah was… a lot of things. But she was really, really, really good with her tongue!