Patreon Compilation – Fic#310 – Ganondorf/Link – trans Ganondorf; dream; cunnilingus – Beautiful Man

Ganondorf/Link – Link falls asleep in the Zora hot springs and has the most wonderful dream...

(terms for Ganondorf's genitals vary; clit, dick, pussy, cunt etc)

(please be aware I posted 2 things today; this and the corrected poll. Please have a look at that one as well, thank you!)

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The Zora hot springs are famous throughout Hyrule but even they become deserted during the wee hours of the morning. Or so Link had thought for all the time that he’s used them.

Nobody has ever been here when the moon started to creep toward the horizon again, the attendant usually already slipped away for their own sleep, leaving Link to just soak in the heat and enjoy the peace.

Tonight is different. He has barely leaned back against the smooth natural stone encasing the hot spring when he hears the shuffle of steps across the grass.

His brows twitch into a little frown and he cracks one eye open. His world slowly starts to tilt on its axis when he sees a figure across from him. The more he takes in of the silent patron’s form, the more his world seems to twist up-side-down.

When his eyes meet Ganondorf’s, he jerks into an upright sitting position; but the King of the Gerudos and Blight of Hyrule lifts his hand to quiet him. His face is set in a neutral kind of scowl.

He is naked safe for a towel slung about his hips.

Link just sits there staring quietly, heart pounding in his chest. He glances up, half expecting the moon to have taken on a bloodred tinge but… no. It is glowing just as white as it has been before.

He looks back to Ganondorf. The other has dropped his towel and is carefully stepping into the hot water. Link stares at his body. It is… breathtaking. Absolutely magnificent.

There’s a thick fleece of fiery red hair growing between his broad, plump pecs and a thin strip of it creeping down his stomach. It’s natural that it would lead Link’s gaze down to between his legs where he imagines a heavy cock resting and blinks slow and dumb when there isn’t. Not in the way he imagined it, at least.

His mouth goes dry, fingers twitching underneath the surface of the hot water.

Ganondorf sits down as if he had not noticed Link’s stare. His long mane of hair has been artfully twisted into a thick braid and clipped to his scalp to keep it from the water.

He looks so beautiful that it aches. It’s difficult to imagine that he is the monster Link has to defeat when looking at him through the soft steam rising from the water.

His eyes, previously closed, open just a slit and glance back at Link. Goosebumps break out over his skin as he watches the other’s thickly muscled arm move, slowly crooking a finger at the Hero of Hyrule. Beckoning him over.

A part of Link is aware that he must have fallen asleep in the hot spring and is just dreaming the whole encounter up but it feels so real when he starts to push away from his side of the space and moves over into Ganondorf’s space. Just like that. Just… like that.

He’s grabbed by his biceps and pulled in the moment he is close enough. Their size difference is making his head spin as he puts his hands against those massive pecs, then his forearms, bracing himself as the King pulls him against his body and dips his head down to kiss him. His mouth is wide and sensual and his tongue without reservation as it pushes into Link and explores whatever it wants.

Link lets him. Beneath the water he is straddling one thick thigh and goes cross eyed when he feels how hard the muscles flex just for his benefit. Ganondorf does not talk when he finally pulls away, their mouths open and softly panting. It’s another indicator that Link is only dreaming – nobody ever talks in them.

He finds himself relaxing more into it, his hands eager and helping Ganondorf to push out of the wonderfully hot waters again to instead sit on the grassy ledge. He slides between the other’s knees as if it were his Goddess-given right to be there.

There’s a bit of resistance when he tries to push them further apart and get a nice up-close look of what he’s spied earlier. Link glances up. Ganondorf stares down at him with an unreadable expression. His jaw is working slowly, teeth grinding. Link’s stomach goes oddly hot and liquid thinking of them. Large and strong with sharp canines that could rip into flesh-

He nudges again and this time, Ganondorf gives in to the demand and lets his massive thighs fall open before Link’s eyes.

His cunt is as gorgeous as the rest of him. Link falls into it tongue first. He’s just aware enough of the dream to know that this is just a figment of his imagination. He has no idea what the Blight of Hyrule is actually hiding underneath his pretty robes. He is also very much certain that if it were anything like this, Ganondorf would not willingly let himself get serviced by his arch nemesis.

But as it is, Link is dreaming and he is having a wonderful time of it, nosing apart the plump lips and pushing his tongue against Ganondorf’s hole without hesitation.

The massive thighs around him tremble and snap shut worryingly, stopping just a hair’s breadth from popping Link’s head like a grape. He can hear the rush of blood through them. Or maybe that’s his own heart beating frantically in his ears as he tastes Ganondorf’s pussy?

He forces his eyes open to look up at the Gerudo King. He has one of his hands pressed against his mouth, his eyes fixed solely on the small Hylian between his legs.

Their eyes lock. Link feels like he is getting doused in magma. Like the water of the hot spring has to start bubbling with heat around him. He opens his mouth a little wider, his nose nudging softly into the fat clit sitting proud at the apex of Ganondorf’s gash. He pants against the silky, wet folds, his tongue spasming slightly against his hole.

It’s edges are so soft, he can’t begin to wrap his head around what it might feel like to sink his cock inside. To ride this massive, powerful creature and feel him wrapping around him in a painfully tight grip.

Ah, dreams…

Link slowly licks up the length of Ganondorf’s sensitive gash. Still staring into his eyes he can see his thick brows trembling before they pull into a fierce frown. He still is pressing a hand to his mouth, stifling whatever noise he might be making into the palm of his hand. He looks angry. He looks like he might crush Link’s head between his thighs after all…

But he isn’t. He just looks like he might, his large nostrils flaring when Link, still not breaking eye contact, slowly laps against the Dark King’s cock. His tongue is soft, molding itself around the plump tip.

Finally, he hears a sound from the other; a low, almost pained sounding groan which he quickly muffles my clamping his hand tighter across his mouth.

He reaches for Link with his other hand, clasping it over the crown of his hand and curling his thick fingers into the strands of damp hair. Holding him first still, then pulling him closer and forcing the young Hylian’s mouth to open nice and wide for his cock.

Ganondorf’s hips are like marble; large and rock hard and oddly warm. A force to be reckoned with. His legs fold over Link’s back to hold him in place as he slowly begins to rock, nudging his cock against the other’s tongue and pushing it deeper into his warm, waiting mouth.

Link is drooling. It’s slowly dripping from his chin. Or is it maybe Ganondorf’s juices? It’s difficult to tell. His tongue spasms awkwardly, then undulates, giving the other a luxuriously soft cushion to fuck against.

Above him, Ganondorf inhales sharply through his large nose. Link feels a sensual shudder racing along his spine and settling between his hips. It feels overwhelming. How much he is attuned to Ganondorf. How desperately he wants to touch him all over. Suck him off. Hear and see him trembling for him through an orgasm.

He wonders, vaguely, if that is something he should consider more in-depth outside of his dream. But the thought is gone as quickly as it came, replaced by blissful nothingness as he holds nice and still and lets himself get used.

One of his arms worms its way between Ganondorf’s thighs, his fingers hesitating before they gently pet against his hole. For a second, the other does not even react. Maybe he does not realize what it is that is touching him?

But the moment Link carefully fits two calloused fingers into the other’s warm body, Ganondorf explodes into a motion of flurry.

He rips his hand finally away from his mouth and instead grips a hold of each side of Link’s face.

His dark features are flushed, eyes glistening with moisture and that wide mouth hanging open, showing off large, sharp teeth and the wet glisten of his tongue.

Link is absolutely transfixed; barely aware of how difficult it is to breathe when he is used as a living toy; getting suffocated in the Dark Lord’s pussy, massive hips rolling up against him and his fingers, walls clenching down on them as if their intrusion is already borderline too much for the King.

The pressure on Link’s skull skyrockets. He can feel his eyes wanting to bulge out of their sockets. Ganondorf’s palms are squeezing in on him and all he can do is… nothing. Nothing at all. He is pathetic and helpless and a slave to the whims of the Blight of Hyrule.

Helpless to stay right where he is as Ganondorf comes with a low, forceful shout, clit throbbing and hole spasming around his fingers as his hips jerk like they want to grind Link to dust.

And all Link can think about vaguely is how sad it will be once he wakes up. Because he can feel himself getting addicted to Ganondorf’s dream cunt.