Patreon Compilation – Fic#326 – Ganondorf/Link – feminization; Ganondorf won – Marry Me (You Have No Choice)

Ganondorf/Link – Ganondorf has won and finally captured Link. He's going to make him his gorgeous bride.

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“You have been an elusive little bird,” Ganondorf croones, his thick fingers gently lifting Link’s head with a gentle soft nudge from beneath his chin. The hero of Hyrule looks delicious; from the filigrane ankle bracelet up over the see-through little gown he wore during their engagement ceremony and to the sullen look on the fine features of his face. His eyes are sparking with fire and Ganondorf can’t wait to extinguish it into eager complacency.

Link lifts his head higher on his own accord, jutting his chin out defiantly.

Ganondorf chuckles. His thick fingers dance against Link’s cheek up to his ear, playing with the tip until it flushes a cute pink for him.

“It doesn’t matter. Your fire amuses me. I wonder for how long it will burn… will you be angry? Will you fight me?” he whispers, leaning down until he can see his shadow wholly engulfing the Hylian; until he can see Link’s pupils blowing wide and his throat contracting with a sharp gulp. “Your King?”

He still feels an immense pleasure in the title. His hand falls away from Link’s ear and down to his chest. Splaying his fingers across the damningly thin garment, he pulls it taut across Link’s chest. His nipples are pudgy, pink mounds beneath it, shining through the fabric.

“Are you nervous?” Ganondorf asks him, watching his own fingers move toward the Hylian’s chest, the tips tickling like a breath across them. He can hear Link’s sharp inhale of air; can see how his face twists in surprise. It amuses Ganondorf to no end. What had he thought would happen now?

After Ganondorf paraded him in practically nothing in front of all of Hyrule? After he announced their engagement loud and proud? After gently tugging him back to his sleeping quarters, hand huge and warm on the small of his back?

“Will you stay silent when I tend to your tits?” he whispers, fingers softly pinching the pudgy nipple through the fabric. He can hear the sharp little intake of breath through Link’s nose before the Hylian can tamp down on it fully.

Link’s posture is becoming rigid. When Ganondorf’s fingers wander, he can feel how his heart is thumping rabbit fast beneath his ribcage now.

Ganondorf tuts softly and finally grasps the lower hem of the garment, pulling it up and over Link’s head. It leaves his golden hair slightly ruffled and the rest of his body deliciously naked. He is beautiful.

Ganondorf tells him as much, but Link is just staring up at him. Something in his expression shifted a little and makes him seem utterly dumbfounded by what is happening. Cute.

“Will you cry for me when I tend to your delicious little clit?” Ganondorf asks next, his voice pitched into a deep rumble. He can see the goosebumps that rise upon Link’s skin with a vengeance and smirks to himself.

He lowers himself on one knee and still almost towers over the Hyrulian. He grasps his hips, leading him back tiny step for tiny step until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the huge bed.

Ganondorf doesn’t make him sit down. Not yet. He bends his back for him and lowers his head until his warm breath fans across the small cock the Hylian is sporting. Proportional to his body, but nothing more than an adorable little clit to a man of Ganondorf’s size.

He extends his tongue slow, deliberate, and drags it against Link’s crown and along the shaft. Link, surprisingly enough, does make a sound then. Low, confused; just an open-throated little exclamation with not a hint of a word in it. Ganondorf sees the Hylian’s hands jerking toward him but before he can maybe block off a potential attack he feels Link grasping a hold of his head. Nothing more, nothing less.

His fingers scrabble against the tight, woven rows of his braids, then just settle to laying on him like a benediction. His clit is getting hard for Ganondorf seemingly despite itself. It is adorable like the rest of Link. Flushing a fetching shade of pink and growing desperately wet at the tip while its master, Ganondorf makes sure of that with a little upward glance, is panting open mouthed. His eyes are stuck on the desert King’s face. They look glassy despite the brows pulled together in anger.

He had not meant to be this loud; to make any sound at all. To react to something as simple as Ganondorf’s tongue, hot like the sand after it had been baking in the sun all day, dragging against his skin.

The corner of Ganondorf’s mouth kicks up. He leans back, a line of glistening drool connecting the tip of his tongue to the eager jut of Link’s pretty clit. His testicles are plump just as pink as the tip of his dick. The skin encasing them feels feather soft against Ganondorf’s fingers as he carefully rolls them and watches Link biting his bottom lip, struggling against his body’s reactions even as he tilts his hips forward. Offering up his cock.

He wants more.

Ganondorf is a magnanimous lover. He grasps Link about the hips, lifts him, then puts him down on the mattress. He does not throw him; he moves him about like something precious. Which he is.

His bride.

“Show it to me,” Ganondorf croons, one hand sliding up Link’s leg after briefly, playfully tugging on the hoop around his ankle. “Show me your gorgeous little secret, Hero of Hyrule.”

Link is ticklish, he realizes when he makes a wordless little squawking sound and jerks his legs as if trying to pull them out of Ganondorf’s grasp.

He’s got both hands clasped desperately around Ganondorf’s wrist. He must realize at the same time as his soon-to-be husband that he can not touch his fingers together around him. Their size difference is altering something in Ganondorf’s brain chemistry.

He pushes Link’s thighs apart with no resistance from the other. Link is just staring down at his hands around the wrist. He looks a little paler than before but his eyes are larger, too. Brighter. He stops biting his lips and instead opens his mouth on a gusty exhale as Ganondorf nudges his legs apart further still and slowly sets to work lapping at his hole.

“Gorgeous little secret,” he repeats in a soft groan while Link stuffs a knuckle into his mouth to try and muffle his sounds. “Your cunt…” He trails off, words failing him as he patiently laps and prods and waits for Link to relax for him enough that he can give him his tongue. Then one finger. Then two.

Link is a mess by the time he thinks the little Hylian can handle his new King. There’s a puddle of cum on his belly, his cheeks have long since darkened into a ruddy red. Despite the patient fingering, he is impossibly tight. He’s not fighting Ganondorf but he is still clawing his chest up for something to put the nervous, manic energy to.

“Doing so well,” Ganondorf purrs as he leans above him, completely covering him, staring down into his wide, wet eyes as he carefully, carefully rocks his hips. “Gorgeous little pussy… Stretch for your King. Do it… do… yes!”

He barks out a single sound of laughter as his crown suddenly pops past the straining little muscle and Link’s legs spasm, his eyes rolling into his skull and fluttering closed.

Ganondorf wants to fuck him like a cheap whore, but he doesn’t. He keeps himself completely still, just the tip crammed inside Link’s body, his wide chest burning with a myriad of near bleeding lines that Link has scratched into him.

“You will be my perfect bride,” Ganondorf whispers down at him, feeling the little spasms of his muscles contracting around his crown; trying to simultaneously push him out and pull him deeper inside. “I will feed you well. Make sure I can watch your tits bounce when I fuck you. Play with them until your body confuses and nourishes me with your milk. I will dress you in wonderful garments and hide all my jewelry beneath them. I will adorn your clit with my rings and parade your pussy out to any ambassadors that prove loyal enough to my cause.

They won’t be allowed to touch… they won’t be allowed to have you in any way that I do – but I might allow them to watch. See how their Hero has succumbed to their new King. See how you cry on my cock and whimper like a harlot.”

Finally he allows himself to carefully slide just a little bit deeper. Whatever indignation and anger has started flickering over Link’s face, breaks into nothingness as his mouth opens into a soft little o and his back arches, bony knees digging into Ganondorf’s hips to hold on to him desperately.

Ganondorf smirks, then smiles slow and indulgent as he curls his back tightly so he can reach Link’s mouth for a slow, loving kiss as he fucks him on just an inch of his cock.

He’ll make love to his bride. It will be worse than anything else he could do.