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The Marriage of Lanayru, Chapter Four

In the Darkest Reaches of the Night

Ganondorf reconsiders what he wants from Hyrule, a kingdom already ravaged by war and time.

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Ganondorf sat on the throne in the Great Hall of Hyrule Castle. It fit the dimensions of his body perfectly, almost as if it had been made for him. The room was empty, and the last rays of the setting sun streamed through the tall mullioned windows. In a few minutes it would be twilight – not the pallid not-light in which he had wandered lost for so long, but the rich golden warmth that heralded the arrival of the stars.

Zelda was kneeling between his legs.

It took all of his willpower not to flinch away from her. "What are you doing?" he growled.

"You said you wanted Hyrule, didn't you?" She looked up at him, her eyes shining like the sky. "I'm giving you what you want."

Did this woman truly mean to...? Ganondorf clenched the arms of the throne. He would let her do as she wished, and she would learn that she could not wield power over him in this way.

Zelda leaned closer as she unlaced the cords at his waist and pulled him free. She smiled and gently kissed the head of his cock before cupping it in her hand. Ganondorf did not feel the slightest twinge of desire, but he watched Zelda with interest, curious as to how she would proceed when he failed to demonstrate arousal. She merely continued looking at his flaccid member, her face close enough so that he could feel her breath on his skin in the softest of touches. It tickled, and to his dismay he found himself becoming sensitive.

Zelda tilted her chin and trailed the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to its crown, which she circled with her lips. She flicked the head with her tongue before releasing him back into her hand. Once again she was still, but now the moisture on his skin amplified the sensation of her breath. I will not submit to her, he thought, even as he began to stiffen.

Zelda bent forward again and trailed a series of light kisses along his length before licking him slowly, as if she were savoring every inch. Ganondorf tightened his fists and then relaxed, knowing that he could not stop his physical reaction at this point. He exhaled, intending to order her to cease this foolishness at once, but then she took him into her mouth. The sensation was incredible, and the words he meant to speak dissolved against his teeth. The gentle pressure of her lips and the slick movement of her tongue were transcendent, and all he could do was stare down at her.

As Zelda continued to move her mouth and fingers, Ganondorf realized that his sensitivity had diminished. His pleasure had a dull and abstract quality. What were they doing in the Great Hall, he wondered, and why had no one interrupted them? He became aware that this was a dream before the concrete thought had even formed in his mind, and he woke.

Ganondorf opened his eyes to find himself in his suite of rooms in Hyrule Castle. The bed underneath him was downy and pliable, and he hated it. He resented the exorbitant luxury of the smooth linen, yet it would serve him now as he freed himself from his undergarments and wrapped his painfully throbbing member in a fistful of cotton sheets – like Zelda's gloves – and jerked at his erection until he came. The flood of feeling was so overwhelming that it hurt.

When he finally spent himself into the softness of Hyrule's decadence, Ganondorf lay back, breathing heavily. The remnants of his dream still lingered in the shadowed corners of his mind. He wondered what had come over him. He put his hand on his chest to calm the frenzied beating of his heart, and he could feel the thick scar tissue of his wound through the fine weave his shirt. In the Twilight Realm he had existed as little more than a shade, the contours of his body as murky as the limits of his mind. Time had stretched and swallowed itself, and he had no sense of the days and hours he spent in the purgatory between life and death. His body had grown strange to him.

Hyrule had grown strange as well. Ganondorf did not know how much time had passed since he had been betrayed by the perfidious Hylian king and sentenced to death. He thought a year had passed, perhaps two. When he had finally wrested himself free of the clinging tendrils of the Twilight and emerged into the humid summer air of Hyrule Field, however, he realized that decades had passed, perhaps even centuries. The Hyrule he remembered had been prosperous, with broad paved avenues guiding the flow of travelers to and from the neighboring regions. Along these roads magnificent buildings rose to the heavens, crowding each other for their share of land. That Hyrule was no more.

As the warm breeze caressed his face, newly remade of flesh and bone, the flame of Ganondorf's triumphant victory diminished to ashes. Instead of the proud flagstones of the royal highway, his boots rested on spongy loam. Wild grass grew to his knees, and the only voices he could hear were the chirping of frogs and crickets. The jagged ruins of cyclopean masonry tilted heavenward from the otherwise empty field. He would have thought himself transported to a foreign land, but he could not deny the reality of the silhouette of the towers rising in the distance, where Hyrule Castle was illuminated against the night sky by the eldritch glow of the Twilight surrounding it.

Ganondorf had returned to this world intending to conquer and burn as he avenged the crimes committed against himself and his people. He had not demonstrated even a fraction of his power when he rose up to defy Hyrule, and he was eager to unleash the full expression of his rage. Now that he was here, housed in no less than the former king's chambers, he found that his purpose had deserted him. He did not need to destroy the kingdom – it had destroyed itself. The only thing that remained of its former glory was Hyrule Castle, a beautiful but empty shell.

Ganondorf sighed as his heartbeat slowed. It was not true that Hyrule Castle was empty. The princess kept her court here, doing her best to maintain order as her kingdom crumbled around her. He could have killed her when he found her in her tower room, weak and exhausted by her resistance against the miasma of the Twilight. He could have simply let her die. Against his better judgment he had saved her, pouring the strength and energy of his Triforce into the void left behind by hers. He did not fully understand what had possessed him to join their souls, but he supposed he pitied her for being bound by her fate just as inexorably as he had been trapped by his own.

Regardless, Zelda was alive, and she had repaid her debt to him when the blade of the hero's cursed sword had lain against his throat. The threads of their destinies had thus become tangled, and until he could cut himself free the future of Hyrule was a problem they would have to solve together.