Timeline: The Ocarina of Time, several years later
Continuum: Sister story to "Leaves In the Water"
Note: This story is submitted as a lemon, yet I have clearly marked
the actual lemon part so that you can choose whether or not you want
to read it. The lemon part is no necessary to understand/follow the
story, being an added bonus at the end.
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The sun was setting outside again. For now the supreme heat of the day
was prominent but in one or two hours the first cold breeze would
announce the change significant for this area, the first warning of
the cold and harsh night to come. It was apparent that the Gerudo
tribe, that supposedly had lived in this land as long as the ancient
and now mostly mythical Sheikah existed, had adapted well to the
climate, becoming nearly immune to the extreme weather conditions. Of
course, they had their shelter to return to at night and the benefit
of light - nearly non-existent - clothing and well-accustomed physic
for the day. Couldn't say that about me, in my current situation.
If I hadn't gone mad by now, I believe it had been the fifth day
that was close to its end now, transiting into night soon. I wasn't
entirely sure which I loathed more, day or night. Both were unbearable
in their own right. Next to the heat of the day there was the sandy
and dusty smell in the air, the lack of humidity and while I was not
directly exposed to the sun in here, the heat crept into the chamber
through the entrance and small windows. And at night... Well, why I
had become ALMOST glad for the absence of clothing, the cold, biting
wind that blew into the valley from the desert made not so much for a
refreshing contrast but a drastic change.
'This is really a fine situation you got yourself into,' I
thought miserably, trying to get remotely comfortable, which was
impossible at the moment. And all this, because I had been too
curious, playing with fire where I shouldn't have. It was too late for
that now though. I had walked too far down this path and could only
cling to the hope that somehow I would make it to the end...
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I had seen her arrive at late morning while I was tending to the
horses. The most beautiful sight I had ever laid eyes on. And with
that, I didn't mean the black stallion or whatever the breed was
because I had never seen a horse like this before. No, I meant its
rider, the lean woman with dark, tanned skin and blood-red hair tied
into a long ponytail. She had a matriarchal air around her, something
regal and dominating, something dangerous and at the same time...
strangely appealing.
I believe I had stared at her for several long minutes, my gaze
lingering in the place where she had vanished into the house with my
father to discuss business. And when I finally managed to shake of my
focus, it was like awakening from a dream and I wondered for a moment
if the woman had really been there.
I looked around and spotted the black horse standing just
outside the fenced area where all the other horses were kept during
the day. Curious, I approached slowly, marveling at the beauty
contained in the tall mare. I had never seen a breed like that before.
At a glance I could tell that it was by far stronger, faster, more
durable and more agile than any other horse I had ever laid eyes on,
except maybe for Epona. It was black as the night with a contrasting
snow-white mane and clear fiery red eyes that regarded me with an
impassive yet highly intelligent look that I couldn't quite interpret.
Hesitantly I reached out with one hand, awed and humbled, mixed
with a little of inconceivable fear...
"I wouldn't do that."
I jerked my hand away and involuntarily took a step away before
I even considered turning towards the sharp, commanding voice. My
breath caught in my throat as I found myself mere INCHES away from the
Gerudo woman. I hadn't even heard her approach! I usually never had
problems in dealing with strangers and their usual quirks and natures.
Working on a ranch taught you quickly how to handle even the most
shady sorts of people. But the tall, exotic woman evoked a myriad of
strange emotions in me, among which was a very potent fascination. I
couldn't explain to myself why I felt this way, why I felt so
strangely attracted to the stranger. Or was she a stranger?
The Gerudo woman bored into me with golden eyes that seemed to
know everything that passed through my mind and as if proving this
fact a knowing smile and calculating gleam in her eyes made me shudder
slightly. "Hello there, little girl," the Gerudo eventually said in a
deep, self-assured voice - not to a degree of haughtiness but still
making me somewhat bristle at the arrogance and aloof attitude. "I see
you were interested in Sha'ie'lou, yes?" The knowing grin had not
vanished but instead intensified as my wandering gaze was caught in
golden eyes - I hadn't even been aware of scrutinizing the exotic
beauty as if... yes, as if... I was checking out a very handsome
man...
The thought startled me and I stood stock-still as the Gerudo
slipped past me, casually letting her hand brush against my hip
through the fabric of my clothing in a way that made it almost
impossible to call an accident.
"You have no idea how to handle a horse like this," the Gerudo
woman said as she stepped past me. I followed her movements transfixed
as she proceeded to mount the brute. The horse's reactions reminded me
of Epona and how she used to be around anyone but Fairy Boy and
myself. The woman was making no attempt of handling her - I was pretty
sure about that - with care, instead she seemed insistent on a certain
roughness, as if needing to remind the horse who was the stronger one.
In fact, the steed only put up a brief but powerful struggle which the
Gerudo seemed to have no problem handling, before her rider was on her
back. For the first time I realized that it was not saddled, appearing
more as if taken directly from the wilderness instead of tamed for
riding. A fierce spirit which grudgingly submitted to a superior one.
There might have been several reasons why I had spoken up then,
a logical one might be that I always was over-protective of the horses
and other animals here. I had cared for them so long, I never liked
seeing one badly treated, even if it wasn't one of ours. In the end
though much more caused the fierce response that I managed with a
sudden spark of courage, much more that I would only understand much
later. "I am not a little girl and I know enough about horses to tell
you that you are never to gain this one's trust the way you are
treating her!"
The Gerudo's head whipped around at the challenging tone in my
voice that surprised even me. I didn't like shouting, violence or any
other kind of excessive behavior. I liked to sing, basking in the joy
and calmness of the activity, to interact with the animals here and
care for them. Oh sure, I could get indignant at father, but that was
necessary sometimes.
Once again the Gerudo smiled and this time it had a hint of... I
couldn't really tell. There was something that worried and excited me
at the same time. "That might be true for the mares you keep here but
for ours which have to fit in with the harsh desert and their other
purposes for us, this would make them much too soft to be of any use
to us." She made the black mare trot forward so that she was just next
to me and then peered down on me with a steely gaze. There was a
beckoning in the golden eyes, as if daring me to further challenge
her. She leaned forward slightly and I felt tiny in comparison. "Or do
you intend to teach me, whose race has survived the hard conditions of
the desert for ages, wrong?"
I didn't answer. Every instinct inside of me screamed to avert
my gaze and admit defeat. I knew I had spoken out of line. There was
obviously a deep respect and understanding between rider and horse and
truthfully I was just a simple ranch girl who really had no experience
to make accusations here. However, I couldn't pull away from the
golden eyes which's gaze stirred something deep inside me that I had
no idea where it would take me, but which I couldn't escape...
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And from that moment onwards, I had been lost. Complete and
utterly enthralled with Nabooru, leader of the Gerudo tribe. Only
later on, after she had been long gone, had I figured out the hint of
familiarity. She had been there on Fairy Boy's wedding a couple of
weeks before. I hadn't paid her much more than a side-glance notice
then, she had kept pretty much away from the bulk of the party as it
seemed.
A seed had been laid that day though, a seed that would quickly
grow into something wild and uncontrollable. Nabooru had come back
several days later and in semi-regular periods after that, seemingly
with no real necessity. After all, the Gerudos were known for their
fine horses and obviously knew how to take care of them, not needing
the "soft-heartened treatment" of some ranchers.
No, that hadn't been why the Gerudo leader had returned again
and again. She was there for me, and me alone. The notion was exciting
and frightening at the same time. With my daring, challenging attitude
from the first meeting I had caught Nabooru's interest and while I
knew deep down that I should be stopping the game that started between
us - a subtle game of challenge which's exact purpose I wasn't quite
certain of -, I could not. I was playing with fire but the fatal
attraction I was developing for the warrior woman - a term I preferred
over thief - was too strong, too intoxicating, I was long gone already
before I realized that fact.
'Yes, a very nice situation you got yourself into, Malon,' I
repeated and my eyes darted to the side as I heard footsteps from the
entrance to the dungeon. I knew what was coming, who was coming.
Nearly five full days of treatment that went beyond my wildest
imagination had brought me to my limits. I didn't know how much longer
I could hold out but when I thought back at the absolute trust and
conviction in Nabooru's eyes when this had all begun, I was more
afraid to see her disappointment. The mental challenge of wills had
gone on too long already for me to give in now and draw her
disapproval. I would show her that I could stand up to her, maybe not
physical but at least spiritually.
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I had always valued strength over everything in my life. Not
just the physical strength like so many others of my tribal sisters
did. No, I wasn't that pitiful and thus easy to impress and manipulate
much like Ganondorf did to the others. There were many types of
strength and one of the strongest was that of the spirit. The power of
one's spirit, the strength of an unwavering heart was independent from
upbringing, social status or the mere physical aspects. A powerful
will was much more beautiful and much more honorable than just being
able to slash someone apart with a sword.
The Gerudo's way of living, their fighting style was supposed to
be a mirror of this principle. A strong will as a basis to surpass the
limits, the borders between body and mind and merge them together. Or
so my mothers had taught me when I was still very young, before
Ganondorf came... and sent them into exile for standing up against
them. Over time I had watched as many more succumbed far too easy to
the King of Evil, that they would not question but simply follow. All
this merely because of some ancient law, regardless of whether or not
they agreed with his motives or not. That was not how we were supposed
to live. This had not been strength of the heart.
Malon of Lon Lon Ranch was far stronger than many of the Gerudos
that lived in this valley now. I had seen it from that first moment
onward, the beautiful and vibrant spirit that lurked just beneath the
gentle demeanor of the young girl. I hadn't come looking for her that
day, just a random encounter, but one that I believed to be fated.
Malon had needed something, a trigger to draw out that fierce spirit
that I had instantly admired. I knew instinctively that if the
circumstances had been different, if she had for example been born a
Gerudo, she would have made a fine warrior, if not one of the best.
I had to have her.
Of course, not without her consent. By no means would I sink to
the low levels of those that had followed Ganondorf. Yet, I was still
a Gerudo and a proud one, a proud Gerudo who had set her sights on a
simple human girl. I was the best of my kin and I always got what I
wanted if I really had a mind to pursue it. I gave her many chances to
back out, and just as many to stake my claim further. However, the
auburn-haired human would not back down, the spiritual flame ignited
in her soul that day of our first - well, technically second - meeting
was not to be extinguished again. Its fire already too vivid.
It had been a courtship worthy of a Gerudo elite warrior.
My eyes hardened noticeably as the other Gerudo stepped past me,
clad in the usual purple but with a noticeable degree of extra jewelry
to signify her higher rank. She turned her head and I could swear I
saw the smirk behind the veil covering her mouth, her cool eyes
sparkled with determination and certain triumph. I met the gaze with
confidence, assured in my chosen mate's inner strength, a confidence
born from the belief that had carried me through all the years of
Ganondorf's reign and the reconstruction that followed with petty
power struggles.
"Do not cross the line, Alana," I warned silently. I did not
believe she would dare with me watching but Alana had been one of
Ganondorf's most loyal followers. We had never been of one opinion and
with her king gone a constant struggle had erupted between us. I was,
of course, still higher in rank and she had no hopes of defeating me
in a fair combat to claim leadership, yet she was still skilled and
also cunning. Alana would prove the greatest challenge to my chosen
mate during the ritual which would come to an end tonight and which
had begun over six days ago, on the very night after my last visit to
Lon Lon Ranch. The night that I had taken what was soon to be mine.
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Total harmony of body and mind. The main principle of my life
and that of any other Gerudo, or so it should be. We were masters of
battle, silent, fast and merciless would we defeat our opponents and
take that which we have set our eyes on. That was our way of life,
nothing would change that, Ganondorf had nothing to do with this,
neither his ascend nor his dismissal. No, we were proud thieves, the
shadows were our friends, only rivaled or bested by the Sheikah maybe.
There even were myths that the shadow folk and the Gerudo had the same
roots, one splitting from the other at one point in history to form
their own legacy.
My footsteps were soundless as I crept along the wall of the
barn, carefully making sure that no stray, unexpected look could spot
me in the darkness of the early night. Not that this level of
discretion was really necessary. Getting into Lon Lon Ranch unnoticed
was child's play. I had made sure already that Talon was asleep. It
would take a gibdo's scream anyway to wake him up. That grim man,
Ingo, was off on an errand and would not be back tonight. There was
only one person still awake, and that person was exactly who I came
here for.
No, there wasn't a real need to be cautious. However, I was a
proud Gerudo, and had not excelled past the limits of all others of my
kin just merely by status and fate as a sage. I prided myself with
perfection in what I was doing. It had galled me that Twinrova had
managed to surprise me back then, before the Imprisoning War. I would
not be so careless again. Besides, Malon, my chosen mate, deserved
nothing less than total perfection in the execution of the mating
ritual.
Tonight would be the night I had looked forward to during the
last weeks when I had come again and again to stake my claim on the
fierce daughter of the ranch owner, the one whose spirit had captured
my heart. Just earlier in the day I had all but openly declared my
intention of taking her as my mate. Not in such direct words but I was
certain that she had understood the meaning.
I slipped inside the barn, still not making any sound, either by
movement or through the door. There she was, a vision of natural,
striking beauty. Yet it had never been the outward appearance that had
truly fascinated me. Certainly with the long, auburn hair, neatly
combed and the smooth skin, Malon could already be considered a
physical beauty. However, her true loveliness lay in the spirit I had
worked so hard to coax to the fore front.
I watched her for some time from the shadows in the corner as
she tended to the cows, tender and loving. I had not intended to evoke
the impression of being a cruel person with my remarks during that
brief first talk weeks ago, and I believe she had understood on some
level.
To be fair, I was kind of envious of her simple outlook on life,
not the harsh traditions and lifestyle of the Gerudos I had grown up
in. She had the spirit worthy of a warrior, true, but violence was
something alien to her mind. She believe in soothing where other
resorted to the sword to solve a problem. It was an endearing quality
and surely one that our tribe could only benefit from if she proved to
meet all my expectations. She had a quiet, inner strength that if
provoked could cut deeper than any blade. If she were to be at my
side, many of those that still followed Ganondorf's ideals would
quickly need to rethink their views.
Yes, I was certain now that I had made the right choice.
With a couple of swift but still silent steps I was behind her
and pulled her tight against my taller body. A squeal of surprise and
fear emerged from the ranch girl's lips as she turned her head to get
a glance at her assailant. Blue eyes widened in astonishment, but I
gave her no time to contemplate the situation. "I told you I would
make you mine," I whispered in her ear just before my lips crushed
onto hers, pressing their claim as they had earlier in the day when
one of our half-playful, half-serious arguments had converted their
underlying subtext into reality.
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The next morning I was already almost all the way to the valley
with my 'loot' before Malon had even awoken. As was part of the mating
ritual, I had her sitting in front of me on Sha'ie'lou, with her hands
bound and her scattered clothes from last night removed, leaving her
completely naked and exposed to see for everyone who happened to spot
her.
I had to admire her courage and calmness - although I was
certain she was battling terror on the inside - as I explained about
the ritual that was to follow in as much as detail as I was allowed
to. I could tell she was clearly offended by the idea, many outsiders
were. But this ritual was an important part of our culture ever since
we could remember. Exclusive to the elite, it was especially made for
this situation. A situation where the leader of the tribe or another
strong member would claim an outsider of lower status as their equal,
as their mate. And I was surely not going to settle with keeping Malon
merely as a slave of lower status. She was worth far more than that.
After arriving at the valley, she would be tested by the tribe.
An outsider of low status would have to earn the respect - grudging or
otherwise - of the tribe by showing her will, her loyalty to the one
who had exerted claim on her. In almost all cases the ritual was meant
for outsider woman, for a man to equal in status was very rare. If she
did not prove strong enough, the outsider was considered unworthy and
thus free to be claimed by anyone.
The test was simple. And, as most of the other races would call
it - especially the humans and hylians -, "barbaric". I would not
agree. The body in many ways was the most traitorous and only a strong
spirit could overcome its limits and weakness. So, to expose the body
of the outsider to the whims of the Gerudo wishing to participate in
the five days and five nights long ritual might be a harsh but
justifiable method of proving her worth. There were, of, course,
certain rules that applied and which I had warned my strongest rival
not to break.
She would not survive the consequence anyway.
I watched with a growing pride as much to the more and more
apparent frustration of Alana, my chosen mate did not yield to her
ministrations. Despite the Gerudo's rough handling, the flame of her
spirit did not die, it continued to burn, holding strong against any
and all attempts - both soft and cunning, as well as hard and violent
- of making Malon submit to Alana. She would not surrender what was
only for me to have, as proof of her loyalty. None of them was allowed
to touch her there, to take away her physical innocence unless Malon
explicitly begged for it.
However, Malon had remained firm, all this time, throughout all
the Gerudo - and it really been the main portion of the tribe that had
participated in the ritual - that tested her will. She had remained
strong.
For me.
I was certain of that last part. After all, I had made it clear
to her on our ride to the valley that if she wanted to, I would return
her home right away. However, Malon had not voiced a single complaint,
not said one word to hint at her resistance until we were past the
borders to my homeland and there was no turning back anymore.
I allowed myself a small, triumphant grin as Alana brushed past
me angrily, leaving Malon as she was, chained against the bars of the
cell, a shortage of food and water beyond the absolute necessity
clearly showing. It was a wonder that she could still keep a conscious
state of mind, another testament for her spiritual strength.
The sun had set outside. The fifth night of this part of the
ritual had begun, and Malon had emerged victorious from her challenge.
From this point on, there were two choices, deny even me and return to
her home, a proud and acknowledged warrior equal to the Gerudo or, and
that was the one which I preferred and by now believed to be the
inevitable outcome, to acknowledge my claim.
"Now, little girl, I will make you my queen." And with that I
stepped out of the shadows into plain view and met blue eyes
magnetically swiveling to rest on my own with a steady, unwavering
gaze. There was no doubt about it. When this night ended, she would
truly be mine.
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I had not yet caught my breath when I saw her step out of the
shadows. Actually, I hadn't even been looking, winded and exhausted
from the treatment by the hand of the previous Gerudo. That one had
been cruel. Most of them had merely been insistent and despite my
mental aversion, I actually enjoyed some. With some I could tell that
they might have wanted to do more but obviously feared their leader's
reaction should they go too far. That last one had come close to
driving me over the edge. I had been almost ready to give in just to
end the torture, just to be done with it, regardless of the
consequences.
But when I saw her standing there, I realized why I had somehow
found the courage within me to resist this long. I had wanted to show
Nabooru that I wasn't just a little girl, that my way of thinking
wouldn't automatically imply weakness, that I wouldn't break under
extreme stress as she often implied the horses I helped raise in the
fashion mother had raised me would. And the pride I saw when golden
eyes looked at me intensely, caused a tingle of pleasure to run down
my spine.
Nabooru grinned seductively and I watched transfixed as she ran
her hands over her body. Unconsciously I licked my dry lips when she
let her top drop to the ground, freeing nicely-shaped breasts with
pointy white nipples. Not leaving me with her eyes, Nabooru cupped one
of them and let a little moan escape her lips that made me shudder in
anticipation. Anticipation of what I knew was to come and what my
entire self, whether or not some part of me denied it, craved more
than anything ever before. I hadn't been able to tear myself away from
what I knew would be a dangerous attraction from the very beginning
and now I was too far caught in the spiral of need and desire that had
come to a temporary climax merely a good week ago to complain.
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My head swam as I tried to cope with the situation and failed to
do so properly in the cauldron of emotions the Gerudo woman created
with her demanding and to a point bruising kisses. It all happened too
fast to comprehend and I lost myself in the moment. The tall woman's
strong arms felt safe, holding me secure to her body as she continued
to assault my mouth with her own. Her tongue pushed down onto my own,
further exerting her dominance.
A gasp was swallowed this way when, with one strong motion,
Nabooru had ripped through the upper part of my dress. I squirmed
slightly but it was no use as the Gerudo was far stronger than a first
glance would make you believe. Before I knew what exactly was
happening the rest of my clothing had been discarded and would not be
of much use anymore.
The Gerudo's hands seemed to be everywhere at once and I could
only utter silent cries that I wasn't sure whether they were of
pleasure or protest, maybe both. Strong, somewhat calloused hands that
had seen many battles and that had surely killed more than once. They
found my bra and slipped underneath it, two fingers tugging at the
middle strap connecting the two halves and pulled sharply. With a snap
the garment fell to the side and Nabooru wasted no more times. I
surely shrieked when the thief grabbed my breasts hard, enveloping
them in a steel-like grip and starting to massage them firmly. Pangs
of pain mingled into incredible pleasure and washed my mind away with
dizzying speed.
Moments - or minutes, I wasn't sure - later I was slammed hard
against a pillar from the wooden gate behind me. Nabooru had turned me
around and now pushed her body against mine. Her own clothes had been
discarded in a more intact state - although if you asked me I couldn't
tell when - and so the friction created by her own chest pressing into
mine as well as other parts of our bodies further below was spreading
a tsunami of heat over my entire body.
I hissed in pleasure when Nabooru pushed one of her shapely legs
between my own, her thigh rubbing against my own center. She held me
up with just her body now and one hand on my hip as the other had come
up to tangle in my hair, trailing a line of kisses, nipples and the
occasional bite along my neck and throat. Suddenly her mouth was on my
right breast and I bucked as she simultaneously increased friction of
her leg below.
I screamed as my head spun from an insistent bite on my tender
flesh, the Gerudo's teeth penetrating the skin slightly and leaving a
mark there. My hands were wrapped around Nabooru's neck and while I
loathed to be so completely vulnerable and inactive, I could only hold
on as the Gerudo woman pushed me further and further to new heights I
hadn't even known existed before tonight.
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Only later did I learn why despite the rough and dominating way
Nabooru had claimed me in the barn that night, she had never went past
my virgin barrier. A part of me had almost begged for it but another
had clung to a rebellious notion, a notion that had carried all
throughout the ritual. Now though that part had become silent, just a
distant echo because my entire self, not just my body, cried out for
the renewal of that night, of the completion of the task being done
there.
And so I didn't say a word as I followed Nabooru walking over
towards me, drinking up the exotic vision that I had come to both love
and loath for the effect she had on me. But then again, love and
loathing were often said to be merely two sides of the same coin.
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My eyes scanned her critically as I advanced towards the cell.
Malon was currently facing the bars, confined against them by the
chains wrapped around her wrists and now looped through the bars, her
ankles were similarly bound and all that she could do was stepping
away one or two inches from the bars on her own accord. The girl's
soft skin was bruised in some places but nothing that I believed to be
permanent. Well, except the mark I had left on her breast during our
first mating stage. I had made sure that would be permanent. What
worried me more was the barely restrained exhaustion from days of
being exposed to the sexual desire and whims of my fellow Gerudo and
the strain of upholding her remarkable will against those assaults.
Coming to a stop in front of the bars I reached out to cup one
of Malon's cheeks and draw her closer, blue eyes met mine unwavering
in a show of somewhat playful, somewhat realistic defiance. I chuckled
merrily. "You have done very well." I traced the side of her face with
my fingernails that I had made sure were sharpened before tonight. The
ranch girl shuddered but remained still.
Grasping her chin, I unclasped a vial from my belt with my free
hand and brought it to her lips through the bars. "Drink," I commanded
with a voice that broke no argument. Still she eyed the reddish liquid
warily for a moment before hesitantly complying. The potion would not
heal her, but it would take care of the fatigue, so that she was ready
for what was to come. After she swallowed it all, I threw the vial to
the side and proceeded to open my belt, letting my pants fall to the
floor. I smirked in satisfaction as Malon's eyes almost immediately
trailed southwards.
Reaching through the bars with both hands, I pulled her body
forward by the tips of her nipples alone, trapping a good portion of
her breasts between the bars and making the girl wince in obvious
pain, yet she remained silent, giving me her full attention. Good.
"Now I will make you mine," I promised.
I took my time going around the bars, through the door of the
cell and finally up behind the helpless girl. To my mild surprise the
auburn-haired ranch girl had not moved or made any attempt to free her
chest from its uncomfortable place. In fact she remained perfectly
still as I ran my hands up and down her sides, inspecting her back and
her lovely behind - cupping the slightly reddened cheeks in the
process. Surely her butt had suffered the most under the treatment,
not being off-limit and so an obvious target for stimulation or
punishment depending on the individual character. Allowing myself a
tiny snarl at the freshest and most obvious marks, I made a mental
note to ensure a proper reckoning for Alana later on. Maybe she had
not overstepped her boundaries but I could surely find enough reasons
to show my disapproval.
Well, for now, it was time to make Malon forget completely about
the last five days and establish once more who was the only one that
would have a right to touch her without her consent from now onwards.
Starting of slow I allowed my own nether lips to rub against and
in between her butt cheeks, calling forth a delightful symphony of
moans and groans from their owner. After a minute or so of doing this,
I decided that it was time for the main event. It was time now to make
her beg, really beg, make her plead to belong to me, to make me
complete her as no one else ever could.
Pushing forward, I used my superior strength to flatten the girl
against the bars, and my hands slipped between them to start on her
chest. I still had my belt in my hands, initially planning on
something a bit more kinky but after seeing what she had already
endured, filed away that notion for a later time. I played awhile with
her breasts, flicking, tucking, pinching and twisting the nipples,
occasionally using the leather belt to rub over the by now extremely
sensitive skin. All the while I denied her the pleasure of a kiss,
instead nuzzling her hair and neck.
Then, with a sudden motion that took Malon completely off guard,
I wrapped the belt around her chest tightly, fastening the golden
clasp on her right one, just above the mark I had given her. She
shrieked loudly and strained against the pain but I held her tight. In
fact I had her trapped effortlessly against the bars, my legs
positioned on either side, leaving her not much space to spread them
any further than I wanted her to. My hands slipped down her body,
resting on her thighs and waiting patiently.
Malon didn't say anything... yet.
Grinning wickedly I assumed now was the best time to play my
final trump card. The only one besides the virgin rule that none of
them other than the captor was allowed to break whether they were
capable or not. I knew where were many rumors outside of how the
Gerudo reproduced without males born in their society except for one
every one hundred years. While it was true that we did take men from
the towns, that was by far not our only means of reproduction. In fact
mating with a lower male was not considered to produce good offspring.
The true means for our strong genes making us immune to dilation from
the outside was now slowly emerging from my skin, just above my own
c**t, pressing with immediate hardness and just as responsive as a
male's tool - maybe even more so - against the ranch girl's rear
entrance.
When Malon was surprised by the earlier action, my heart leapt
now by the scream of total rapture when, without foreplay, I entered
her swift and demanding, hammering into her relentlessly, making her
body impact again and again with the cold steel. I pulled her head
back by grasping a good handful of hair and kissed her thoroughly to
swallow the screams. Her eyes were shut tightly and I could see tears
slipping past the lids, but no protest, no word came past her lips. My
remaining hand trailed around her front entrance, carving a stinging
path with my fingernails.
I pulled away sharply from Malon's mouth making her whimper.
"Look at me," I hissed huskily, jerking forward with a particular
powerful thrust that went all the way in until it couldn't go any
further. Blue eyes snapped open, glazed with lust and need.
"Please..." Her voice was raw and barely above a whisper but it
made my heart flutter with both triumph and adoration. I had not
thought she would hold out that long but now she was ready to
acknowledge her place. As I continued to drive my hardness into her,
rocking her back and forth again and again, she began to chant that
one word in earnest.
'Mine,' a primal part of me growled and my eyes bored into her
own. "What do you want, little girl."
Malon had obvious trouble responding under my relentless
assault, but eventually the plea I had longed for tumbled from her
lips with concrete, clear meaning. "Please... take me... make me...
yours."
"Mine," I growled this time aloud and more swiftly when Malon
could follow I had switched targets below.
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The last bit of resistance crumbled away like so many tiny
grains of sand under Nabooru's hungry gaze. There was something
animalistic about her, not just in the way she kept pounding into my
rear with that big phallus that she had suddenly sprouted - my mind
refused to properly analyze that circumstance - but especially in her
eyes. The look of a predator before it claimed its prey, forcing the
prey into submission by mere will. Many had tried before during these
five days and nights but I had never yielded. It wasn't that I didn't
have the mental power anymore, the potion that Nabooru had given me
had been remarkably invigorating. No, it was the secure, absolute
knowledge that I could not wait, that I could not and did not want to
resist any longer. And so I submitted and my heart sighed in blissful
defeat that it actually had craved the moment I first met the exotic
woman.
I was very grateful that the Gerudo had claimed my mouth again
or I might have snapped my vocal cords. The movement was too swift to
anticipate and prepare for, just between one thrust and another that
had come now in strong succession, Nabooru thrust between my legs, in
one swift movement breaking through my maidenhood and burying her
member deep into my c**t. My vision erupted into a blinding light and
did not have time to reassert itself as the woman behind me began a
similar rough pace like moments before in my other hole. What was
worst and at the same time even contributing more to the sheer ecstasy
coursing through me was that she would not allow me to spread my legs
further, making each intrusion with which she pushed a little further
painful, spreading hot, white fire through my entire body and mind.
While one stayed to play and tug at my c**t, the other hand had
come up to cover my left breast again, gripping onto them to a degree
where I thought she would tear them apart any moment while tugging on
the belt to make the clasp over my over breast dig into the mark she
had left where during our first night.
The first release when she broke through my virgin barrier
followed a second and a third and after that I quickly lost count as
Nabooru would not let up, proving that while she applied a male organ,
she was still hundred percent female and not to mention a hardened
warrior with the appropriate, near infinite stamina. Under the
beautifully brutal assault I quickly reached my limits but the Gerudo
did not slow down. In fact the phallus between my legs seemed to
actually swell with each release - releases that were perfectly
synchronized with my own.
Tears of pleasure and pain stung in my eyes as I tried to focus
on the golden eyes devouring me. A silent message passed between them,
the prey that acknowledged the superior predator, and the predator
that knew exactly it had won and savored the taste of triumph. "You
are mine," Nabooru stated again, daring me one last time to challenge
her claim.
I did not. "Yours," I confirmed and let out a loud screech I was
sure the entire valley heard as its strongest resident claimed her
prize with one final thrust, burying her full length to the hilt in my
enflamed c**t, digging two of her sharp fingers into my c**t to
emphasize. I could have sworn pure energy crackled through my entire
being as the release overtook me and swept away my consciousness
somewhere entirely else but nevertheless enveloped by the stronger
presence of my lover, captor and mistress.
'Always yours,' my mind chanted over and over again until it
became a roaring inferno.
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End Lemon
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THE END (for now)
Author's Notes
Well, that was a little longer actually than Leaves. Not that I
planned on that but it just happened.
While I had the rough idea for this already when I started Leaves, it
only began to shape into a clear picture when I wrapped it up and
flowed nicely from the moment I started this (in fact I began
yesterday). That was rather interesting to write and there is a lot of
open room to fill in later... if I ever find the time. I think I
became strangely attached to the pairing! ^_^
I hope you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing. Yes, this was a lot
less light than Leaves, but I hope I managed to bring across the
message that I did not write this because I delight in seeing innocent
girls chained up and tortured. ^_^ (for all you moral apostles out
there who are blind to sarcasm, I do NOT delight in it) On a scale
compared this Mistletoes this was nothing after all... ^_^
Whether or not I chose to expand this, depends on many factors. Mostly
my time/other projects and my whimsy muse. Plans exist in my head
though (there are too much of them, for too much stories anyway).
Feedback as always appreciated and readily welcomed. And just as a
side note, constructive feedback might be easier to coax me into
writing more than merely saying I should.
Oh, and yes, I haven't forgotten Lines, for all who have read that
one. I may return to it... someday.
Ja ne, yours
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