Extension Of April 2025 Drabble #1

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Zelda/Ganondorf/Link – transman Ganondorf; coming untouched – Before he is allowed to come, Ganondorf gets mercilessly teased. Either way, his clit will remain very much untouched... poor thing.

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They have draped him in beautiful fineries because they love to taunt him. The Princess loves to coo over how gorgeous he is and the swordsman loves to finger the little golden chains, thin as gossamer, letting them tickle across his skin.

He’s hyper aware of the tiny little chain wrapped around his hips and the loops connected to it and wrapped around his massive, trembling thighs. He can feel them with every shift. They brush against his skin and make him hyper sensitive; nearly get him mindless with the need to get them off and get them away.

It is like he is being tickled without their little fingers anywhere near his body and from how heavy lidded Zelda’s eyes become, her lips curling into a satisfied grin, she knows exactly what she is doing.

Link is humming softly as he steps back onto his chair. He had moved away for a moment prompted by the Princess clicking her tongue and now he’s back. They seem to be communicating without words which is freaking Ganondorf out more than enough.

He jerks in his bindings, trying to get away yet again even though he already knows that it is a lost cause. It has been a lost cause hours ago when he had still had most of his strength and hadn’t been distracted by the insistent throb of his clit and the pulsing of his hole around nothing.

Link is humming. That weirdly deep, rusty voice is humming softly around a peppy little tune as he works with his tongue cutely caught between his teeth.

Like he isn’t carefully threading a piercing first through Ganondorf’s left nipple, then his right. Wonderful, filigrane golden hoops that seem to somehow emphasize the breadth of his chest and the meat of his pectoral muscles.

Electricity is rushing through his body, his heart thundering in his chest and the twitch of his prominent clit.

“Unhand me,” he hisses again, but it sounds weak, his voice papery thin as his hips curl forward unbidden.

“It is such a shame that you are so beautiful,” Zelda sighs. She’s leaning against a table not far off, her green eyes watching as Link hooks more filigrane little gold chains to Ganondorf’s body. Still connected to the little tickling belt around his waist and now to the rings in his nipples as well. The weight is negligible but somehow he is desperately aware of it.

He bares his teeth at her. They are large and glinting bright in his face, the canines big  and sharp but Zelda does not look impressed or intimidated. She barely even seems to notice the posturing, her eyes stuck with a dreamy expression between Ganondorf’s thickly muscled thighs.

His legs tremble coltishly as he tries to push against the need to squeeze them together and hide himself from her gaze. It would only make it worse, he knows. He refuses to look down. To stare at his own pathetic display of need.

He knows that they’ve been playing so much with his cunt that they’ve smeared the slick up into the fiery red fur growing in a line down from his belly button. The hair is spiked and glistening from his own juices getting massaged into his body, sticking to the swollen, plump lips of his cunt.

Brushed away from his clit so it wouldn’t be half hiding its proud jut from view. He can feel the cool air of the room on it. He can definitely feel it when Link kneels on the chair he had been standing on and gets close enough to touch; to press a suckling kiss against Ganondorf’s cock. He doesn’t, though. He just purses his lips in a kiss and blows. The feeling of air rushing against his clit has involuntary tears spring to Ganondorf’s eyes.

He roars like a Lynel and rips once again at his bindings. There’s something stuck at the back of his throat that feels suspiciously like a sob and he bites down on it mercilessly.

The way the Princess looks at him, though, he feels like she is aware of how desperate and pathetic he’s getting. How his heart is thundering so fast he wonders if it will give out. The mighty Demon King struck down by a heart attack. Because these two little beasts have not allowed him any release.

He startles at a sudden touch at his sensitive, slick pussy and a reedy little whine claws its way unbidden from his throat.

He catches half a sight of Zelda’s feral grin before his chin hits his collar bones and he stares down at Link. He’s got his hand out and is tickling along the sticky seam of his pussy lips. Gentle and soft; treating him like a damn virgin or something.

The feeling is electric and crawling up his spine prickling and hot. His hips jerk forward unbidden. Link glances up at him, his hand having moved smoothly and without a hitch; just following him along and not touching him anywhere he needs him to. Like his clit. Like his jerking, desperate, throbbing clit.

Please. The word is stuck right behind his teeth. He clenches his jaw before it can make its way out. His heart is thundering in his chest and Link is just staring up at him, crouched on the chair, looking small and cute and like he couldn’t hurt a damn fly all while his rough-tipped fingers keep tickling along Ganondorf’s slimy-slick gash.

His clit looks ridiculous, sitting at the apex. It’s so swollen and big. He’s certain at this point if he managed to rip his way free from the bonds he would be able to fuck them with it. To stuff it into their little Hylian holes and make them regret ever having laid their grubby hands on him.

But he’s not getting free. Zelda is too quick-witted for that. She has made these bonds inescapable. They are holding on to his arms and legs with a cruel bite that is just shy of digging into his skin. They have not made him bleed despite the atrocities that he has committed.

All they are doing is torment him.

“Show me his insides, Link.”

The Princess’ voice is so gentle and melodic. Like she is talking about the weather. Ganondorf flushes, thickly muscled thighs trembling, but before he can figure out how to clench them together, Link has already moved his fingers, spreading his pussy open.

She has come closer. They’re so much shorter than him that she barely has to lean down to inspect the glistening flesh of his gash. The heavy golden hoop pierced through the hood of his clit, lying proud against the very tip of it, warmed to his own body’s heat and not helping him in finding relief.

“You are so beautiful,” he hears her say on a sigh. While Link keeps him spread open and vulnerable, the Princess reaches out and hooks two fingers into his hole. He clenches down immediately on her. His hips rut forward, then down. He feels like he is running a fever, his head aching and throbbing and heavy feeling.

Nobody reprimands him for fucking himself on her fingers and nobody pulls away. They are peering up at him, their eyes large and luminous and their faces flushed an adorable pink color.

He has to close his eyes and look away from them as he grits his teeth, clenching every single one of his muscles in reluctance and yet still… yet still he is undulating his hips in liquid little motions. Chasing that orgasm that has been prickling at the edge of his awareness for hours.

Ganondorf is glistening with sweat, his breath is coming in wheezing little bursts and he needs this. He needs it so badly.

“You’re so tight,” Zelda comments softly. Her little fingers are moving inside the impossible grip of his pussy. Rubbing up against his walls. Pressing in like she wants to massage him and gentle him down into letting them make love to him. “As if you’ve never been touched here. But that cannot be, can it? You cannot tell me that the Demon King is a virgin. A sweet, untouched little virgin.”

Hatred burns bitter at the back of his tongue. He wants to snarl at them but the sound fizzles out before it has properly begun because Link has nudged the piercing in his clit’s hood.

Not touched his aching cock, mind. Very very carefully not touched it. Only the piercing.

Ganondorf’s growl fizzles into a whimper. His hips thrust down as far as he can manage, trying to force Zelda’s fingers deeper into his silky hole. Trying to forget that they were even there in favor of chasing his release and finally giving his body some rest.

Zelda giggles. Her voice is pitched a little lower, conspiratorial. Like she has leaned over to Link and his stage whispering to him.

“He’s clenching on me so hard. Do you think we should let him have it? He has been a good boy for us. And I would hate for a sweet little virgin to stay unsatisfied.”

He snarls, opens his eyes despite himself, glaring at them down like he can kill them like this. He wishes he could. He would have been able to once upon a time but his powers are locked away behind the magic cuffs Zelda has wrapped around his wrists.

He is nothing but their pet at this point. They keep fucking his pussy. Just two little Hylian fingers that are driving him insane. It’s squelching and loud and humiliating but it’s… it’s what he needs. It’s really what he needs. And the heat builds in his gut. And nobody is touching his poor clit. Nobody is paying attention to it.

They force him to come like that and tears are forming in Ganondorf’s eyes. He tries to blink them away as he howls his release, sounding much more triumphant than he actually feels as his body shakes through a mind bending orgasm, clit throbbing and untouched.

He hadn’t known something like this was even possible. They must have… they must have cursed him. There simply was no other way.