The rewrite of the start is complete! This is the first chapter of new content following the reworking. I hope that you enjoy it! - Mickey, 03/19/24

AN: This chapter is very smut heavy. This is your only warning. XD

Confusion was barely an adequate word to describe the emotions Embyr had racing through her mind and body. All day, it had been ups and downs. Fae, the man she was falling in love with, had returned to her! She wasn't able to spend the bulk of the day with him thanks to their respective responsibilities. She pouted over that, however, in the end, she knew it was for the better. He had work at the stables, and she had batches of potions to finish.

But then he came home, and she had immediately leapt into his arms. How could she not? She had missed him far more than she had originally admitted, even to herself. And the sex was fantastic. Needy, yet just right. He wouldn't hurt her. He was too conscientious of a lover, and that was even more reason for her to crave his presence in her life and her bed.

Yet after dinner, all that had changed. His demeanor had shifted. His behavior grew strange. Now, here he was, clad only in his pants and barefoot outside her cabin. He spoke in riddles. And he stalked towards her with tattoos radiating an unsettling aura.

"Fae? What's going on?" Em asked, unconsciously taking a step backwards. "You're scaring me."

"Oh, don't even think about going anywhere." His voice was something between a purr and a growl - alluring and vaguely disturbing all at once. "You're MINE, Embyr. Mine, and mine alone! I'm going to claim you and give you everything. Mark you as mine!"

"What do you mean mark me? Please, just calm down, and we can go back inside. We can have a shower and you can make love to me before heading to bed," she offered. Her mind scrambled for ideas, looking for any way she could possibly think of to calm him down. She took another step backwards. It wasn't right.

Fae lunged forward, snatching her wrist and yanking her flush against him while he kissed her with a roughness unlike anything he'd shown her before. Not only was he kissing and nibbling, but he nipped hard enough on her lower lip to make her yelp in surprise. He wasn't deterred, however, and repeated the action several seconds later while his hands cupped her ass and he ground himself against her.

"F-fae?! Ahhh!" Her body naturally reacted to his closeness. She hugged him and let him do as he wanted with his hands while she lightly panted at the abrupt shift. "What's… what's going on?"

"Claiming my bride - and the mother of Hyrule's future greatest Gerudo King!" His hands were up under skirt, working to try and remove it. "You will be MINE!"

"What? B-bride?" Embyr's mind ceased to work when it caught that singular word. Nothing else registered in her mind. Not until two of his fingers were rubbing her clit. "Fae! Not out here! We'll be seen!"

"Location doesn't matter. Your pussy is MINE, and none shall stop me!"

Em took a deep breath to relax herself and made it look like she was going to comply, sliding her hands over his chest and pressing a gentle kiss on his pec. Then the moment he loosened his grip, she rolled under his arm and leaped backwards.

"You can't run from me!" Fae snarled. His glare was stronger than ever, and he was rapidly approaching her.

She wanted him. But not in the open where any neighbor would get a show - or more. "Wait. Just wait, Fae. You can have me. You can do whatever you want!" She edged backwards, growing closer to the porch. "Just not outside. Come inside with me. Please?" she coaxed.

His eyes narrowed and he visibly tilted his head while he scrutinized her, looking for any signs of deception. "Anything… You will be mine. Mine!"

"All yours," Embyr promised. Her heel hit the stair up to the porch. "Come with me. Come to my bed."

She had only a split second to step up onto the landing before he was trapping her against the doorframe. Her nostrils were filled with rain, sweat, and the distinctly male musk that Fae only exuded. His mouth was back on her neck and collarbone, greedily sucking and licking at her soft skin to mark her and cover her in his scent.

"I-inside," she stammered. Her fingers fumbled behind her for the doorknob. She had to get them out of public view. Away from prying eyes and give him whatever he needed. Because Goddess only knew what had come over him. It wasn't Fae as he should've been. One look at his face was more than enough to convey that truth.

The chocolate brown eyes she knew and loved were gone, replaced with an eerie magenta that glowed in the lower light of the overhang on her porch. It wasn't a bad color, but it wasn't natural, and it carried an aura that vaguely reminded Em of the malice that accompanied everything Calamity Ganon had affected.

She looked away for an instant when she got the door open, long enough to dart under his arm inside the house. He was hot on her heels, their feet pounding on the wooden slats of the floor. She nearly tripped on her shoes on the edge of the room, but that didn't matter. Fae had her flat on her back on the bed as soon as they both entered.

Em heard fabric tearing but could barely acknowledge it. There was too much else going on. Hot breath on her neck. Teeth dragged across her skin. The bed creaked in her ears. The weight of his body pinning her down. The fierceness of the animalistic growl that thrilled her yet simultaneously sent a shiver down her spine.

Two fingers ran over her slit then firmly thrust into her. She moaned at the slight ache from the roughness but arched against him anyway. His fingernails felt more clawlike than normal, but even that wasn't far beyond what she expected given the present experiences.

The heat of his erection was now against her skin directly, and she had only a couple seconds to register that before his fingers were gone and his throbbing cock was replacing them. She let out a scream of surprise and pleasure, subconsciously wrapping her legs around him to trap him in place.

Fae had fucked her before. The hard, desperate lust spurred by a need to drown in pleasure, nothing more. Yet that paled in comparison to whatever the hell they were experiencing. He was harder, faster, more relentless than ever.

"You will take it!" Fae swore under his breath. "Breed and give me a son! My bloodline will NOT end with me!"

Bloodline? What was– She didn't have a chance to think. He had his teeth against her breast, and a shock shot up her spine when he nipped on her sensitive bud. She let out a cry and arched into him. It stung, but more than that, his actions aroused her.

His feral growl intensified. Her eyes rolled back in her head when fingers tightened around her thigh. She was likely going to be bruised from his roughness. Yet instead of being repulsed, Em had a wave of peace. Of satisfaction. Whatever was going on with Fae, she would be able to endure it. To support him through it.

"More." She found herself saying. "More, Fae. Please!"

The redhead's mouth crashed into hers at the same moment as she felt him swell and explode within her. She moaned and held on while he fully took his pleasure. Her turn would come. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly.

"... Em?"

She blinked at the hesitant voice of her lover. His gaze was clear, but pained. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Of course. Are you?"

The color in Fae's eyes flickered from brown back to purple and he groaned in pain. "Y-yes. I'm sorry… But… it's not over. Please… bind me. You have to tie me up!"

"What? No! Why would I do that?! That's barbaric!"

"Promise me!" His face was wild with desperation. Fae clutched her wrist tight enough to leave fingermarks. "You must!" His cry gave way to an anguished scream that faded into a guttural growl when the irises were devoured in the sickening shade once more.

Em gasped when she realized he'd never softened following his release. He was hot and hard, with no hesitation when he tightly gripped her ass. But she had come to a decision: possessed or not, he wouldn't be bound and restrained for the night!

She didn't let him keep her pinned to the bed. Utilizing the element of surprise and her strength, she wrapped her legs around his waist and wrestled them so she was seated atop his cock.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?!" He hissed, desperately fighting to get her back underneath him. "You won't overpower me!"

"Don't need to overpower you. Nor will I bind you. Just give me some pleasure too. After all, if I'm going to be carrying your son, don't I deserve enjoyment in the process too?" Em purred. Warm fingers massaged his muscular chest, seeming to appease him.

"Fine… But I WILL breed you, and you ain't gonna be on the top when I do!"

"Of course," she soothed.

His grip on her tightened and he slammed upwards while yanking her down to grind against his hips. "So fucking tight. Perfect body for breeding. First, a son! It can't die with me!"

"The Gerudo blood in your veins won't die with you. You're too strong for that. I know the Goddess will bless your seed too."

Fae didn't say anything more. The only sound that escaped from him was a satisfied grunt when she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and achiness from the rough treatment she was receiving.

Em didn't mind though. She was adjusting to being fucked harder than ever. And she was craving it. She loved every second of it, if she was being honest. The red marks on her hips from his claw-like nails. The animalistic drive to breed her. Even the heaving chest and wildness of his expression. There was very little that didn't arouse her. The biggest concern she had remained his eyes. The purple reflection of whatever possessed him had her stomach twisting despite her best efforts. But there was nothing she could do about it. He said it would end. So he must know what was going on, right?

Her thoughts were interrupted by teeth latching onto the soft flesh of her breasts. She cried out at the surprise attention, arching into it. Her grip on him tightened. "More, Fae. More!"

A sound that could only be described as a purr of delight rumbled from his throat. "You'll have more of my seed! You're strong and beautiful. My son will be blessed!"

"A handsome boy like his father," she agreed. "Noble, protective and—"

"Strong! To vanquish our enemies and virile to ensure our survival! Weakness can't exist in the bloodline!"

Em was so hung up on his words that she barely registered him cumming again until she heard his grunt of satisfaction. Then she was rolled over and her face planted firmly into the pillows while he plunged into her from behind.

"Your pussy is filled with my seed," he said with satisfaction. "You won't be leaving my bed tonight or any night until you conceive my son!"

"But, Fae, I—" her protest was drowned in the pillow when he hit her sensitive spot. "Oh, Hylia!"

"MINE!"

Em had to remind herself how to breathe, but the fabric around her face made it difficult. She turned her head to the side to take a couple gulps of fresh air while she had the strength to. And yet, she didn't pull away. His words rang in her mind. Bind me! You have to tie me up! She would never forget the look on his face when he pleaded for her to treat him up like the horses he carefully attended.

"What good will bindings do?" She murmured into the pillow. "It'll only make him angry and hurt himself."

The longer her mind dwelt on the concept, the angrier Em became. Who had the audacity to decide that tying up someone struggling with a mind affliction was the best course of action!? They should be bound and gagged themselves, just to see how they'd like it!

She didn't notice the faint, protective growl that came from her own throat and was muffled by the mattress when Fae thrust especially hard. She slammed her hips backwards against him, silently taunting him for more. She wasn't disappointed. He pulled her up sharply by her waist, still buried inside her. His hands clawed at her breasts, his breathing ragged in her ear. "Mine. You're…"

His words faltered, and Em caught the hoarseness in his voice as he collapsed, effectively knocking the wind out of her and planting her face against the pillows and headboard. She laid there stunned, listening to the silence of the room. There was one comforting sound that remained: his breathing. It had evened out, and the deadweight pinning her in place further confirmed his loss of consciousness.

She bit back a faint groan at her soreness when she eased herself out from under him. With a bit of effort, she was able to roll him to his back and get a good look at him. His body was bathed in sweat, and his hair drooped over his forehead in damp locks. Faint scratch marks from her nails littered his tanned skin, but overall he seemed none the worse for his experience.

Her own body, on the other hand, bore the evidence of his rough treatment. And when Em stumbled to the bathroom and caught sight of herself in the full mirror on her way back, she saw just how much. Her lips were swollen from his fervent kisses. Hickeys and bite marks decorated her neck and breasts like a pox. A faint bruise was forming on her wrist and the tops of her hips. And most of all, she ached when she walked from his size and ferocity.

Yet despite all that, a smile crossed her face. She loved it. She would do it again in a heartbeat. Perhaps that made her a masochist, but she could handle anything that Fae gave her.

Her hands moved to her stomach. He was set on breeding her. On giving her his seed so she would conceive his son. And if she was honest, the appeal of raising a family with him thrilled her, almost as much as the sex that could impregnate her. Pity she was protected from that possibility thanks to the contraceptive potion she was regularly taking. But in the future…

Em sighed in contentment as she crawled into bed and snuggled against Fae's chest. She still needed answers about the cause of the sudden ferocity and possession. But that could wait until morning. Rest would do them both good.

The first thing that registered the next morning was pain. And it wasn't simply the dull ache of overused muscles, though that was certainly part of it. No, Fae's head pounded with the intensity of a stampeding herd. His eyelids were heavy and crusty. He groaned in the back of his throat. No. Not that too. It was raw, like he'd been screaming for hours. It was the worst sort of hangover… the kind that only came with–

His eyes snapped open, sending white-hot tendrils of pain shooting through his forehead. He moaned and tried to shake it off, but he couldn't move very far. Not when there was another warm body pressed against him.

Em sighed and snuggled harder against his cheek but that was only enough for him to see the marks on her hips and the bite marks on the side of her neck.

Fae cussed under his breath. No… this couldn't be happening. Immediately he pulled his hands out and examined his wrists. Nothing. No rope burns or marks of any kind. "You idiot… what the fuck did you do?" He mumbled under his breath.

Sleepy silver eyes blinked at him. "Fae?"

Guilt wracked his body and he shook his head at her, once more ignoring the pain in his head. "What the fuck did you do? Why didn't you bind me? I could've killed you."

"But you didn't. You didn't even hurt me much. You don't deserve to be tied up like a beast!" She pushed herself up to match his height, giving him a full view of all the marks he'd left on her. "No broken bones. Nothing that won't heal quickly, especially with a potion. But there's something more important you should know."

He barely registered her words. His fingers were running over the silken skin marred by the marks he had given. Marks he had no memory of placing on her lightly tanned skin. He'd hurt her. He'd hurt Em, the young woman he was falling for. All because of his lack of control.

"Fae. Fae!" Em's hand cupped his cheek. "Look at me."

He blinked and obediently turned to her. She searched his face, then cracked a small smile. "What is it?"

"You're back. Those pretty brown eyes. Last night, they were sickly purple. What… what happened? You were possessed."

"I was. It's my accursed, fucking Gerudo blood," Fae cursed. He tried to pull away but she held him fast. "I'm a son of the Gerudo clan. Connected to Ganon, whether I want to or not. And because I'm male? I'm actively fighting the corruption that created Calamity Ganon. But anytime there's a fucking Blood Moon, I'm powerless. Absolutely feral. I remember almost nothing. My mind fades, and the last thought is that I have to breed with any and every woman who could bear another son to carry on this accursed line!"

"I thought it was connected to that, but I didn't know why." She was quiet for a moment before asking the question he didn't want to answer. "Who told you that you had to be bound during a Blood Moon?"

What could he say? There was only the truth. "My first love. It was one of the things that proved it would never work out. When she found out about the 'moon madness', the first thing she suggested was kinky rope bondage. Except when I lost control of myself, I almost broke my wrists trying to get free. And the worst part? She laughed. She enjoyed watching me struggle, but wasn't about to give in to the drive I had to breed. She never wants children, because of her mother." He shook his head. "But it was the only thing that seemed to work. So I told any future partner who had the misfortune of being with me on such a night to tie me up."

"What did you do when you were younger?"

"Mom would lock Leysra and I in our room. We'd rampage but at least we couldn't hurt anyone. There was always broken furniture, but Dad taught us how to make 'em so we could replace anything we destroyed. Still affects us both. Hell, it's why Ley got his girl pregnant." Fae sighed and ran a hand over his face. "You're the only one who's refused to tie me up to keep me from hurting you."

"I won't have you hurting yourself just to keep me from the full intensity of your drive to breed. I liked it… and… I'll let you do it again. For any Blood Moon." A blush crept over her cheeks. "It was sexy to see you going wild like that. And I like rough sex as well as our more gentle lovemaking."

"I can't promise that you won't get pregnant," he protested. "The Blood Moon compulsion is stronger than anything I've encountered. When I was a teen and it first started happening, I searched and researched as much as I could. From what little I found, it increases virility in combination with the… fierceness. I have no control. Goddess, I should've warned you. You should take another potion to be safe. I think it's soon enough that there's still time."

Em took a deep breath and shook her head. "No. If I've conceived because of this, then so be it. I love what we have, Fae. I would gladly have your baby, if you'd let me. I don't want to change who you are, and more than anything I want to prove that you're a good man, whether you've got the cursed blood in your veins or not. You're still Faesule from Akkala, the flirtatious, confident, and strong stable manager. I'm proud to call you my lover, and I'll stand by you, no matter what."

His heart was in his throat. She was serious. Fae swallowed. Hard. A faint smirk curled his lips when he realized what she was saying. "Is that a proposal?"

Em blushed deeply and pondered, clearly wavering. "Not exactly. But it's a promise that when you propose, I'll say 'yes'. I've fallen for you, flaws and all. I just hope you'll… accept me."

"Always."

She was in his arms then, hugging his neck tightly. "I love you, Fae," she murmured in his ear. "And you're just as deserving of the same happiness that you're constantly working to give others. If there's anything I can ever do to prove that to you, I will. But I think I'll start with trying to find a cure to your 'moon madness' to ease your mind."

"I love you too." The words came as naturally as breathing. He closed his eyes, basking in the embrace. This young woman was special, and he wasn't about to let her go. Not now. Not ever. People like Embyr only came around once in a lifetime.