Bird in a Cage (Legend of Zelda, Ganondorf/Zelda, R)

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Title: Bird in a Cage
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, dubcon/noncon
Word count: 1,655
Prompt: Legend of Zelda, Ganondorf/Zelda: dubcon/noncon, abduction as seduction, sizekink - 'By rights, she should belong in a birdcage, not his bed'
A/N: I'm late. I'm sorry. I hope this is what you had in mind.
Summary: After being his prisoner, Zelda is convinced Ganondorf is her prince...until it's too late.


By rights, she should belong in a bird cage, and not his bed. But Ganondorf fancied the little princess in spite of her diminutive size. She was beautiful, her skin perfect like porcelain, her spirit ablaze with the power of her forefathers…or, perhaps, he thought, the goddesses themselves.

He wanted her--almost as much as he wanted the triforce she possessed—and he would have her, with or without her consent.

Ganondorf rose from his stolen throne to pace the cavernous main hall of Hyrule Castle. What was a king without a queen? If she pleased him, he might even make her his own for eternity. He could do that with the power of the triforce. He could do anything he pleased when he possessed all three.

The back of his hand glowed: the triforce of power. He’d stolen it long ago. All that stood between him and total domination were the princess and a Hylean boy. He had no qualms about murdering the lad. He’d been a pain in Ganondorf’s side for too long. But the princess…he’d developed a soft spot for her: her beauty, her courage, her refusal to give into him no matter what he offered.

If she continued to refuse him, he could always kill her later. His eyes rose to the high ceiling. Or he could keep her imprisoned like a bird, in the finest gilded cage in all the land.

Thoughts of her stirred him. She would be asleep now, in the dungeon far below. Thoughts of her had kept him from his own slumber. Taking her to his bed might calm him…or the excitement might drive all thoughts of sleep from his mind.

The castle was empty as he made his way through its mighty halls, wondering why, when the inhabitants of the land were such small, delicate creatures, they had constructed palaces with such broad corridors and high ceilings.

No guards lay between him and the stairs that led down to the dungeon. There was no need for guards when he possessed powers far beyond the dreams of any in that goddess forsaken land. He could smell her as he descended the stone steps: the scent of her blood and her sweat, mixed with the sorrow that led to unshed tears.

He was hard and filled with desire when he saw her, curled into a heap of fine fabric and blond curls on the cold floor. He would have her and have his way with her or she would die where she lay. Princess Zelda of Hyrule would be no more.

#

A voice filled her lonely dreams, lifted her up from the cold dungeon floor. When she wavered, he caught her, the demon, the monster in her nightmares. She drew back against the wall; a scream filled her throat, but refused to emerge. He knelt before her, speaking to her quiet reassurance, until Zelda was sure she was awake.

“I won’t let any harm come to you,” he promised. “You will be my queen and I your king.”

Yes, it made so much sense now. He’d never meant to harm her; she’d misunderstood his intentions, judged him based on his broad build and cruel countenance. It was no wonder he’d thrown her in the dungeon until she could come to her senses. Together, they’d be invincible; together, they’d bring good to the land.

“Ganondorf,” she sighed, suddenly weak.

“I’ll have them bring food and water to our chambers,” he said, gathering her into his arms.

She nodded; her head lolled against his massive chest. How could she have thought him a villain when he’d only had her best interests at heart?

His steps were heavy on the stone stairs; they clomped through the hallways and into the higher levels of the castle. Her weakness gave way to fitful, troubled bouts of sleep.

“Drink this,” he said after an eternity.

Her eyelids fluttered open. He held her up, a gilded cup to her lips. Water, so fresh it sparkled, dripped onto her lips and into her throat. She lapped at it and then gulped frantically, as if she hadn't drunk in forever. It eased her parched throat, gave rise to a moan, all that seemed left of her voice.

“Easy,” he said. “Slowly. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

The smell of food turned her stomach, but the bit of meat he gave her tasted good. It strengthened her, made her belly grumble for more. Vigor returned slowly. Starved, she savored the meats, cheese, and fruits he offered, the hunk of bread dripping butter and honey that he forced into her hands.

When she could eat no more, he plied her with sweet, summer wine so potent it made her head spin.

“A toast, then,” he said. “A toast to our marriage bed.”

“A toast.” She raised her glass to his. Doubts niggled at the back of her mind. “There’s something I can’t remember.” Her delicate brow furrowed into a frown.

“Plenty of time to remember tomorrow,” he said. “Drink up, my princess, my love.”

Though sweet on her tongue, the alcohol turned in her throat and her gut until she set her glass aside. He knocked the glasses and their plates aside with the sweep of one thick arm. Then he grabbed her by the front of the dress. He kissed her, forced her onto her back on the table.

“Mine,” he growled. For a moment, his visage shifted and he looked more than mere man. “All mine.”

“No,” she whispered.

Claws flashed from his fingertips. He rent the front of her soiled gown.

“Please,” she begged, “don’t do this.”

“Don’t be afraid, my princess,” he crooned. “My future queen.”

He clawed at her breasts, squeezing until she cried. His mouth close over one, devouring it, slathering until it was wet and stinking. The rough tongue that lapped at her scoured the skin until it bled.

Zelda, kicked at him, pummeled him, but he was too heavy to move. Her tears turned to bitter regret. He was the monster from her dreams.

“I’ll never be yours.” She spat in his face when he looked up at her.

He smacked her with one broad hand. “Watch your mouth, silly girl.”

She spat again, this time catching him in the eye.

He whipped his penis, thick and hairy, from his pants. “I’ll give you something better to do than talk.”

She turned her head, clamped her lips shut, but he grabbed her throat with one hand and squeezed until she was forced to gasp for breath. The cock choked her. Vile fluids drained into her throat. She sobbed as he rocked back and forth, growing harder and bigger with each thrust.

His growls turned to grunts. Withdrawing, he lifted her dress above her head. She lurched away from him, across bowls and plates of food, hurling herself off the table toward a chance at escape.

He tackled her so hard she heard bones crack. Pain lanced through her side and her chest. Ganondorf tore away the rest of her clothes, spread her legs, and thrust himself inside her with enough force that she thought he’d surely rip her apart.

She screamed until she tasted blood, then screamed some more. Over and over, he rammed himself into her until he came with a mighty, shuddering roar. Liquid warmth filled her, overflowed onto her legs and the floor. Pulling himself free, he milked his still gasping penis across her stomach, her face, and into her mouth.

#

Ganondorf leaned back on the throne with a contented sigh. He was glad he’d kept the girl instead of destroying her like he’d originally intended. Now that he had her piece of the triforce, he had no further use for her, though. She was broken, no good even for further sex. He doubted, at this point, she’d live to see dawn.

Scratching his crotch, the thief rose. The slaves should be finished cleaning the food and blood from his bedroom by now.

Pity about the girl, though. He’d have the servants throw her out with the trash in morning.

#

Zelda huddled, naked and cold, in the corner of the cell into which he’d thrown her, trembling with unshed tears. She had none left to cry. He’d broken her. She was going to die and leave her people without hope, without any means to fight back against the beast that would ravage them the way he’d ravaged her.

Leather brushed against stone and she looked up. He’s coming back for me. Fear gave the tears life. They splattered hot onto her cheeks.

It couldn’t be him. This sound was quiet.

A face peeked around the corner, a handsome fellow, probably about her age. A well made body followed it, clad in green and well-armed. His face twisted in outrage, mellowed into sorrow and concern.

“I’m Link, Princess Zelda,” he whispered. “I’m here to rescue you.”

He wrapped her in a cape the color of fresh leaves and then lifted her into his arms. His chest wasn't massive. It was some effort for him to carry her, but he made his way to the back of the dungeon, here he planted a bomb beside the wall and backed away, still holding her.

The explosive detonated, blowing out a chunk of the wall large enough for them to enter. They ducked into a hidden hallway, dark except for the glow of a lantern that hung at his belt. She smelled dirt and water and...fresh air. The boy--Link, he'd called himself--knew a way out.

For the first time since her capture, she felt a faint glimmer of hope. He smiled when she looked up at him and when she touched him, the back of his hand glowed with magic.

“The triforce of courage.”

Zelda dragged in a ragged breath. She wouldn’t die, couldn’t die. She and this boy were her people’s only hope.