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Deception
Title: Deception
Author:sheikah
Disclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to Legend of Zelda.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda
Medium: video game
Genre: slash; het
Pairing: Link/Zelda (implied); Sheik/Zelda; Ganondorf/Zelda; Ganondorf/Sheik
Characters: Ganondorf; Zelda; Sheik
Theme: O is for Optimistic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kinky sex?
Author's Notes:
This is a Twilight Princess based AU where Sheik is (a) present and (b) Zelda's sworn guard. Ganondorf has defeated Link and in a last bid to save his kingdom, Zelda's father has married her to the desert warlord.
Zelda had hoped that her protests wouldn't be heard on deaf ears but it appeared that her father would have none of her objections to the marriage he'd planned. She hated it, and hated him, but not for very long. Wisdom's scion was nothing if not wise and after a few days of reflection, she knew the logic in her father's plans. The daughter of a king was an amazing bargaining chip, after all, and one of the few that her father had withheld against the powerful Gerudo warlord and his host.
"I'm not some…prize to be bought and sold," she muttered bitterly as her maids dressed her for the wedding feast, dabbing fragrant spices in the dips and hollows of her body. The maids were understandably quiet; the Princess Zelda often had fits of temper and it was best to just ignore them and let the river of wisdom wash away any sort of passion. They dressed her in the blue silks her mother had worn at her own wedding and the jewels that she'd been gifted by her bridegroom.
They were blood red garnets set in gold and Zelda wondered at the stark contrast of the heavy jewels to the light silks she'd been assigned to wear by her own people. The garnets were beautiful and Zelda would have been ungrateful to deny such a gift, but it still frightened her to be essentially sold for blood money and peace. Could they not have worked out some other treaty? She shook the thoughts from her mind as her diadem was pinned to her hair and she was led to the audience chamber that served as her wedding hall.
He was there, of course, lounged on a low couch drinking wine with her father and brother. It was all terribly informal, this wedding, and Zelda imagined it had something to do with the culture she was marrying into. Her father was well-known for lavish parties and she imagined, if given the choice, he would have invited the entire kingdom to see her sold off as less than chattel. Zelda blocked those thoughts from her mind and focused on the task set before her—marry and keep a check on Din's scion, so that he didn't expand his borders.
She was shaken from her reverie by a low, smoky voice at her ear and she imagined the lips issuing the words were curved into a smirk in spite of the fact that she'd never seen his face. He was Sheik, the last of the Sheikah lords, and her personal guard and friend. His hand touched lightly at her waist and Zelda gasped; they were in the audience chamber with her father, brother and bridegroom, for Nayru's sake. He could be a little less disrespectful.
"I'm veiled, little queen," Sheik murmured, squeezing her hip lightly. "Has your father told you of the arrangement with the Gerudo in much detail?" Zelda nodded a little; her father had impressed upon her the importance of treaty and the continued fealty of the desert warlord. He'd had several convincing arguments in that direction and even Zelda, in her rage at having choice taken from her, could see the logic within them.
"I don't think he went over certain…aspects," Sheik murmured, dragging her into the veil with him. She flushed, irritated at how forward he was being, but nodded for him to go on. Best to have him get on with it, so she could go ahead and sign the marriage contract with her father and her new husband. The sooner she had this over, the better, and Zelda was already dreading the responsibilities of her new marriage.
"I'm to go with you," Sheik explained, the pads of his fingers brushing against the delicate inside of her wrist. Zelda trembled; she hadn't imagined she'd be so lucky to take Sheik with her, and imagined the Sheikah bodyguard would move on to protecting her brother. Of course, her brother had Hadiyah for protection, his own small, feminine version of the Sheikah that had protected Zelda since thirteen.
"Truly?" she asked, unable to hide the joy on her face at the thought that her dearest friend would be able to accompany her to the barren deserts and keep her company once again. Besides, she'd be protected with him there, and any apprehension she had about her new arrangement melted. Sheik wouldn't allow the Gerudo to harm her, not without his own throat slit.
"Yes. Your father has dictated that you're never left alone with Lord Ganondorf, at least not for the first year of marriage. He needs this treaty to work long enough to build up the Hylian defenses in case Ganondorf decides to void it. He impressed upon the Gerudo lord the…numerous talents of my tribe and he has a mind to keep us both for his pleasures."
Zelda paled a little. She hadn't imagined Sheik would have to…and with her husband of all people. She hadn't deluded herself into thinking it was a love match and she knew the Gerudo were much more fluid in taking lovers than Hylians, but she simply hadn't imagined her bond servant and friend would be subjected to the same marital bed as her own. It was appalling.
"Go to him, little queen. Marry him and gain his trust. When the time is right, we'll slit his throat together." Zelda trembled at Sheik's words but nodded lightly. She pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, the familiar spiced scent of his skin and the scratch of his mask bringing a flood of memories she needed to lock away before walking down to meet the Gerudo lord and her new role.
"Unveil me and let me go," she asked, keeping the royal inflection in her tone. Sheik complied and pushed her lightly toward the audience chamber once again, leaving Zelda to walk to her bridegroom alone. She imagined Sheik would go prepare their things for the journey to the desert, but the loss of him was enough to make her steps falter and her resolve weaker than before. Damn him and his effect upon her—he had to know what he did to her. He simply had to, even if they'd never acted upon it.
She came to the end of the long hall and knelt, tipping her head forward to show her subservience. It rankled, knowing that all the power she wielded as a scion of Nayru was now meant to be subjugated to this overwrought disciple of Din's flame. It was sickening but she'd do her duty to both Hyrule and her father, and she'd do it without complaint—at least she'd do it without any vocalized complaint. She would never submit to it in her own mind.
"She's exquisite, Daphnes." Zelda kept her head low and shuddered. Again, being compared to cattle. She supposed the compliments were meant to make her feel more amenable to this arrangement and imagined that Ganondorf thought he was giving her actual praise. Actual praise, hah. The man wouldn't know it if it slapped him in the face. Even the backhanded compliments she was used to from Sheik were preferable to this…insult.
"We will be sad to lose her," her father said softly and Zelda could detect the slightest tone of regret in his voice. While she'd been angry with him for agreeing to this, she'd understood his motive. The death of the Hero of Time left her unbetrothed and left Hyrule without a defense. Marrying her to the Gerudo lord was the best way to ensure that Hyrule as she stood would still stand for centuries to come, no matter what Zelda personally thought of it.
"Come, then, and sign the contract." Zelda's hands trembled around the quill, but her signature was a small and neat counterpoint to the wide swoop of the warlord's. Ganondorf and her father shook on it and Zelda was again reminded of a cattle sale, before she felt Ganondorf's big hand on her hip. It was a false echo of Sheik's touch from before, and she trembled a little more. She was getting more and more frightened about the arrangement—Lord Ganondorf was strong enough even without Din's influence to crush her with one blow, and the marital bed could be a place where such passions were released.
He led her to the horses and his small retinue, nodding slightly to Sheik. He wrapped a thin, silken veil around her face and lifted her to a powerful stallion before vaulting atop it himself. Sheik rode beside them on his own gelding, the white and dappled grey of his coat making a stark contrast to the dark horses of the desert warlord.
Ganondorf tugged her slightly backwards, his powerful arm an iron band around her waist. She supposed some women would feel secure in such an embrace, but Zelda felt nothing but trapped.
She cast a glance to Sheik, panic in her eyes, and the guard's eyes revealed nothing to her. Damn him, for being so calm when she was so frightened. He should comfort her, even if there was nothing he could actually do to change the situation.
"We'll break for camp once we reach the mountains," Ganondorf said lowly, and Zelda found herself nodding automatically. He'd give her a chance to eat and relax a little, hopefully, and she could steel herself to complete her duties this night. Ganondorf seemed to sense her apprehension and chuckled lowly, lips brushing against the pointed shell of her ear.
"I won't do anything you mislike, Zelda." She trembled; she wasn't used to being referred to by her given name and it frightened her that this warlord would use it so casually. She supposed it was expected, given he was her husband now and had paid her bride's price, but she didn't have to be comfortable with it just yet.
"I can imagine you won't," she managed stiffly, giving into her own weariness and leaning back against Ganondorf's powerful chest. He seemed pleased by that, no matter the glances Sheik was cutting him, and moved the arm around her waist up to brush against her hair. It was oddly soothing, as much as she was inclined to hate the man, and she was surprised at tenderness from the man who'd stolen Courage from her.
They rode that way for hours, the motion of the horse beneath her lulling Zelda into a light, if restful sleep. She felt Ganondorf's hands all over her, more bold than they'd been within the borders of Hyrule proper and wondered at Sheik's reluctance to speak out against it. She was still his princess, no matter what sort of sick arrangement Ganondorf had made for him, and he should be doing something.
As the sun set beneath the mountains their little caravan slowed and Zelda startled when Ganondorf swung from his saddle and reached up for her, big hands spanning her waist easily. He snapped his fingers and Sheik began to silently set up the tent for them, directing the other Gerudo that rode with them to do the same. Zelda was apprehensive, but hid that beneath a steel resolve she imagined came directly from Nayru herself.
Tents settled, Ganondorf procured wine and bread before pulling Sheik and Zelda within his own tent for the next portion of the evening. Sheik had distributed wine to the Gerudo himself, acting as a self-appointed master steward to his new people, and poured the wine for Ganondorf and Zelda before settling near the young queen.
Ganondorf, always driven by his passions, drank deeply from the wine draught before pulling Zelda into his lap and kissing her deeply, causing Zelda to whimper a little in pleasure and shock. She hadn't expected kissing, to be perfectly honest, and it was a pleasant enough surprise to be granted such an intimacy as she'd never had before. His hands pressed against the front of her dress and Zelda blushed brightly; she'd never been touched this way and with Sheik in attendance…it was disconcerting.
The kiss ended abruptly and Ganondorf snapped his fingers, motioning for Sheik to come closer. The Sheikah did so, eyes blazing with equal parts anger and arousal at seeing Zelda so aroused. So she had an effect after all, it seemed, and it pleased her to have done so. Perhaps she would have something in this…arrangement, even if it was only to know that Sheik watched her with passion.
"Prepare her, little Sheikah." Sheik's jaw clenched beneath the coverings (Zelda had known him long enough to be able to tell that much) and Zelda whimpered lightly. She hadn't wanted this—as much of a secret love as she'd harbored for her bodyguard over the years, she'd never wanted it outed and she'd never wanted it with an audience.
"However you'd like, my lord," Sheik said dryly, deft fingers removing Zelda's silks with an ease that she imagined was born of years of practice. He was older than her, her lord of the Sheikah, and had come to her with a life of experience before pledging his fealty to her. She felt as if her skin was on fire, being displayed as such in front of two men, and Sheik's breath was hot against her skin as he began to kiss down her body.
"I'll bring you to peak before he touches you," he promised lowly, removing his mask for the first time since Zelda had known him. She gasped a little; Sheik had a handsome face, marred only by a long, thin scar from cheek to chin on his left side. The scar had little cross hatches across it, three in number, and Zelda wondered at the significance of such a marking.
Zelda focused on a spot above Sheik's shoulder, surprised yet again when Ganondorf came into her view. He'd moved, ostensibly to see better as Sheik did whatever he'd been assigned to, and he'd stripped bare just as she. Sheik still wore his riding clothes, albeit stripped to the waist, and Zelda watched in amazement as Ganondorf trailed one finger down the line of Sheik's neck and shoulder.
"You'll be a pleasure too," he murmured, earning an annoyed toss of the head from the Sheikah. Sheik pressed his lips against one of Zelda's breasts, earning a little, low gasp and a squirm that Zelda felt was probably not ladylike but she couldn't find it in herself to care when Sheik's lips slipped from her breast to between her legs, eliciting gasps and cries. He was talented at this, a talent she'd never expected of her Sheikah, and she tried to let herself believe it was just the two of them.
That fantasy was broken somewhat by Ganondorf's own cries as he roughly pulled and stroked at himself. Zelda closed her eyes, mortified that she was being put on display, and cried out shrilly when she unexpectedly found her peak with Sheik's mouth pressed against her. He lapped at her carefully, lifting his head and stealing a kiss from her lips before standing and waiting for his next instruction.
"I'll take you," Ganondorf issued gruffly. "Then I'll take her while you watch." Sheik nodded, producing a vial of oil apparently suited to such purposes. Zelda hadn't heard of such, but perhaps the Sheikah and Gerudo cultures were closer than she'd ever dared to dream, if both were so…free with this sharing. Zelda was left upon her cushions as Sheik stepped forward in the low light, stripping the rest of his clothes before Ganondorf's gaze.
They were well formed, both of them, albeit in different ways. Ganondorf was big and imbued with raw power. His Gerudo features were strong and overwhelmed his face and Zelda had a traitorous little thought that perhaps they weren't so bad. She chalked it up to the strangeness of her new situation and not to any sort of attraction; she hated this man who'd cowed her father and slain her hero. She always would.
Sheik was wiry, lithe and the sun to Ganondorf's shadow. She hadn't thought of him so…bare before and it was beautiful to see him, to know he'd hidden such power and beauty from her for so many years was a pleasant surprise. She bit her lip as she watched them, watched as Sheik's mouth opened to receive Ganondorf's length and suck, his lips and tongue apparently just as talented at this as he'd been on her own flesh before. Ganondorf wound a hand in his hair and pulled roughly, thrusting fully into Sheik's mouth before pulling him away.
He slicked him with the oil, eliciting another gasp from Zelda, and thrust into him just as roughly as he'd thrust into Sheik's mouth. Sheik, for his part, didn't seem to be in any discomfort and to Zelda's shock, he almost seemed to enjoy it. He must have done it before, to be certain, to be so nonchalant with such treatment. It did beg the question as to what he did on his nights off from her service.
Almost as soon as it started, Sheik finished, spilling his seed against the rugs carpeting the tent. He collapsed, boneless, and Ganondorf kissed his neck almost tenderly before withdrawing. While Sheik had found his pleasure and spilled, Ganondorf had most assuredly not and Zelda whimpered, knowing he was coming to take what he'd bought and paid for with false fealty.
Sheik was there, and positioned them so that Zelda lay against him, her bottom nestled into the cradle of his hips. He nibbled lightly at her ear as one hand trailed down her belly to nest in her curls, seeking out the same place he'd pleasured earlier with his mouth. His hand was crushed between her hips and Ganondorf's as the latter spread her legs and began to sink in, capturing her mouth with a long kiss to absorb most of her cries. Sheik's hand kept toying with her, a soft fluttering touch in counterpoint to the blunt pressure of Ganondorf's body, and Zelda didn't know whether she should weep or cry out in joy. It was pleasurable, in spite of the pain, and Sheik's ministrations had her poised on the precipice of peak once again. She tore her mouth from Ganondorf's, turning her head as best she could to kiss Sheik as she found her pleasure, her entire body quaking with the sensations that he and, admittedly, Ganondorf, had teased her into.
Ganondorf grunted above her, spilling himself into her and collapsing slightly. His weight was just past comfortable, but not unbearable, and Zelda sighed contently between them. It was strange, this…arrangement…but was more pleasurable than she'd expected it to be. Perhaps she could bear it, for a time, and she and Sheik could make their escape when the time was right.
After a few long moments, Ganondorf moved away and pulled Zelda close to him, holding her within his arms as he had on the journey earlier that day. He nuzzled against her hair and snapped for Sheik, who lay on Ganondorf's other side in a position more relaxed than before, but still taut in the event that an attack was made. He wasn't taking chances and neither was Zelda.
Let the Gerudo think he'd conquered this night. Their night would come.
Title: Deception
Author:
sheikahDisclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to Legend of Zelda.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda
Medium: video game
Genre: slash; het
Pairing: Link/Zelda (implied); Sheik/Zelda; Ganondorf/Zelda; Ganondorf/Sheik
Characters: Ganondorf; Zelda; Sheik
Theme: O is for Optimistic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kinky sex?
Author's Notes:
This is a Twilight Princess based AU where Sheik is (a) present and (b) Zelda's sworn guard. Ganondorf has defeated Link and in a last bid to save his kingdom, Zelda's father has married her to the desert warlord.
Zelda had hoped that her protests wouldn't be heard on deaf ears but it appeared that her father would have none of her objections to the marriage he'd planned. She hated it, and hated him, but not for very long. Wisdom's scion was nothing if not wise and after a few days of reflection, she knew the logic in her father's plans. The daughter of a king was an amazing bargaining chip, after all, and one of the few that her father had withheld against the powerful Gerudo warlord and his host.
"I'm not some…prize to be bought and sold," she muttered bitterly as her maids dressed her for the wedding feast, dabbing fragrant spices in the dips and hollows of her body. The maids were understandably quiet; the Princess Zelda often had fits of temper and it was best to just ignore them and let the river of wisdom wash away any sort of passion. They dressed her in the blue silks her mother had worn at her own wedding and the jewels that she'd been gifted by her bridegroom.
They were blood red garnets set in gold and Zelda wondered at the stark contrast of the heavy jewels to the light silks she'd been assigned to wear by her own people. The garnets were beautiful and Zelda would have been ungrateful to deny such a gift, but it still frightened her to be essentially sold for blood money and peace. Could they not have worked out some other treaty? She shook the thoughts from her mind as her diadem was pinned to her hair and she was led to the audience chamber that served as her wedding hall.
He was there, of course, lounged on a low couch drinking wine with her father and brother. It was all terribly informal, this wedding, and Zelda imagined it had something to do with the culture she was marrying into. Her father was well-known for lavish parties and she imagined, if given the choice, he would have invited the entire kingdom to see her sold off as less than chattel. Zelda blocked those thoughts from her mind and focused on the task set before her—marry and keep a check on Din's scion, so that he didn't expand his borders.
She was shaken from her reverie by a low, smoky voice at her ear and she imagined the lips issuing the words were curved into a smirk in spite of the fact that she'd never seen his face. He was Sheik, the last of the Sheikah lords, and her personal guard and friend. His hand touched lightly at her waist and Zelda gasped; they were in the audience chamber with her father, brother and bridegroom, for Nayru's sake. He could be a little less disrespectful.
"I'm veiled, little queen," Sheik murmured, squeezing her hip lightly. "Has your father told you of the arrangement with the Gerudo in much detail?" Zelda nodded a little; her father had impressed upon her the importance of treaty and the continued fealty of the desert warlord. He'd had several convincing arguments in that direction and even Zelda, in her rage at having choice taken from her, could see the logic within them.
"I don't think he went over certain…aspects," Sheik murmured, dragging her into the veil with him. She flushed, irritated at how forward he was being, but nodded for him to go on. Best to have him get on with it, so she could go ahead and sign the marriage contract with her father and her new husband. The sooner she had this over, the better, and Zelda was already dreading the responsibilities of her new marriage.
"I'm to go with you," Sheik explained, the pads of his fingers brushing against the delicate inside of her wrist. Zelda trembled; she hadn't imagined she'd be so lucky to take Sheik with her, and imagined the Sheikah bodyguard would move on to protecting her brother. Of course, her brother had Hadiyah for protection, his own small, feminine version of the Sheikah that had protected Zelda since thirteen.
"Truly?" she asked, unable to hide the joy on her face at the thought that her dearest friend would be able to accompany her to the barren deserts and keep her company once again. Besides, she'd be protected with him there, and any apprehension she had about her new arrangement melted. Sheik wouldn't allow the Gerudo to harm her, not without his own throat slit.
"Yes. Your father has dictated that you're never left alone with Lord Ganondorf, at least not for the first year of marriage. He needs this treaty to work long enough to build up the Hylian defenses in case Ganondorf decides to void it. He impressed upon the Gerudo lord the…numerous talents of my tribe and he has a mind to keep us both for his pleasures."
Zelda paled a little. She hadn't imagined Sheik would have to…and with her husband of all people. She hadn't deluded herself into thinking it was a love match and she knew the Gerudo were much more fluid in taking lovers than Hylians, but she simply hadn't imagined her bond servant and friend would be subjected to the same marital bed as her own. It was appalling.
"Go to him, little queen. Marry him and gain his trust. When the time is right, we'll slit his throat together." Zelda trembled at Sheik's words but nodded lightly. She pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, the familiar spiced scent of his skin and the scratch of his mask bringing a flood of memories she needed to lock away before walking down to meet the Gerudo lord and her new role.
"Unveil me and let me go," she asked, keeping the royal inflection in her tone. Sheik complied and pushed her lightly toward the audience chamber once again, leaving Zelda to walk to her bridegroom alone. She imagined Sheik would go prepare their things for the journey to the desert, but the loss of him was enough to make her steps falter and her resolve weaker than before. Damn him and his effect upon her—he had to know what he did to her. He simply had to, even if they'd never acted upon it.
She came to the end of the long hall and knelt, tipping her head forward to show her subservience. It rankled, knowing that all the power she wielded as a scion of Nayru was now meant to be subjugated to this overwrought disciple of Din's flame. It was sickening but she'd do her duty to both Hyrule and her father, and she'd do it without complaint—at least she'd do it without any vocalized complaint. She would never submit to it in her own mind.
"She's exquisite, Daphnes." Zelda kept her head low and shuddered. Again, being compared to cattle. She supposed the compliments were meant to make her feel more amenable to this arrangement and imagined that Ganondorf thought he was giving her actual praise. Actual praise, hah. The man wouldn't know it if it slapped him in the face. Even the backhanded compliments she was used to from Sheik were preferable to this…insult.
"We will be sad to lose her," her father said softly and Zelda could detect the slightest tone of regret in his voice. While she'd been angry with him for agreeing to this, she'd understood his motive. The death of the Hero of Time left her unbetrothed and left Hyrule without a defense. Marrying her to the Gerudo lord was the best way to ensure that Hyrule as she stood would still stand for centuries to come, no matter what Zelda personally thought of it.
"Come, then, and sign the contract." Zelda's hands trembled around the quill, but her signature was a small and neat counterpoint to the wide swoop of the warlord's. Ganondorf and her father shook on it and Zelda was again reminded of a cattle sale, before she felt Ganondorf's big hand on her hip. It was a false echo of Sheik's touch from before, and she trembled a little more. She was getting more and more frightened about the arrangement—Lord Ganondorf was strong enough even without Din's influence to crush her with one blow, and the marital bed could be a place where such passions were released.
He led her to the horses and his small retinue, nodding slightly to Sheik. He wrapped a thin, silken veil around her face and lifted her to a powerful stallion before vaulting atop it himself. Sheik rode beside them on his own gelding, the white and dappled grey of his coat making a stark contrast to the dark horses of the desert warlord.
Ganondorf tugged her slightly backwards, his powerful arm an iron band around her waist. She supposed some women would feel secure in such an embrace, but Zelda felt nothing but trapped.
She cast a glance to Sheik, panic in her eyes, and the guard's eyes revealed nothing to her. Damn him, for being so calm when she was so frightened. He should comfort her, even if there was nothing he could actually do to change the situation.
"We'll break for camp once we reach the mountains," Ganondorf said lowly, and Zelda found herself nodding automatically. He'd give her a chance to eat and relax a little, hopefully, and she could steel herself to complete her duties this night. Ganondorf seemed to sense her apprehension and chuckled lowly, lips brushing against the pointed shell of her ear.
"I won't do anything you mislike, Zelda." She trembled; she wasn't used to being referred to by her given name and it frightened her that this warlord would use it so casually. She supposed it was expected, given he was her husband now and had paid her bride's price, but she didn't have to be comfortable with it just yet.
"I can imagine you won't," she managed stiffly, giving into her own weariness and leaning back against Ganondorf's powerful chest. He seemed pleased by that, no matter the glances Sheik was cutting him, and moved the arm around her waist up to brush against her hair. It was oddly soothing, as much as she was inclined to hate the man, and she was surprised at tenderness from the man who'd stolen Courage from her.
They rode that way for hours, the motion of the horse beneath her lulling Zelda into a light, if restful sleep. She felt Ganondorf's hands all over her, more bold than they'd been within the borders of Hyrule proper and wondered at Sheik's reluctance to speak out against it. She was still his princess, no matter what sort of sick arrangement Ganondorf had made for him, and he should be doing something.
As the sun set beneath the mountains their little caravan slowed and Zelda startled when Ganondorf swung from his saddle and reached up for her, big hands spanning her waist easily. He snapped his fingers and Sheik began to silently set up the tent for them, directing the other Gerudo that rode with them to do the same. Zelda was apprehensive, but hid that beneath a steel resolve she imagined came directly from Nayru herself.
Tents settled, Ganondorf procured wine and bread before pulling Sheik and Zelda within his own tent for the next portion of the evening. Sheik had distributed wine to the Gerudo himself, acting as a self-appointed master steward to his new people, and poured the wine for Ganondorf and Zelda before settling near the young queen.
Ganondorf, always driven by his passions, drank deeply from the wine draught before pulling Zelda into his lap and kissing her deeply, causing Zelda to whimper a little in pleasure and shock. She hadn't expected kissing, to be perfectly honest, and it was a pleasant enough surprise to be granted such an intimacy as she'd never had before. His hands pressed against the front of her dress and Zelda blushed brightly; she'd never been touched this way and with Sheik in attendance…it was disconcerting.
The kiss ended abruptly and Ganondorf snapped his fingers, motioning for Sheik to come closer. The Sheikah did so, eyes blazing with equal parts anger and arousal at seeing Zelda so aroused. So she had an effect after all, it seemed, and it pleased her to have done so. Perhaps she would have something in this…arrangement, even if it was only to know that Sheik watched her with passion.
"Prepare her, little Sheikah." Sheik's jaw clenched beneath the coverings (Zelda had known him long enough to be able to tell that much) and Zelda whimpered lightly. She hadn't wanted this—as much of a secret love as she'd harbored for her bodyguard over the years, she'd never wanted it outed and she'd never wanted it with an audience.
"However you'd like, my lord," Sheik said dryly, deft fingers removing Zelda's silks with an ease that she imagined was born of years of practice. He was older than her, her lord of the Sheikah, and had come to her with a life of experience before pledging his fealty to her. She felt as if her skin was on fire, being displayed as such in front of two men, and Sheik's breath was hot against her skin as he began to kiss down her body.
"I'll bring you to peak before he touches you," he promised lowly, removing his mask for the first time since Zelda had known him. She gasped a little; Sheik had a handsome face, marred only by a long, thin scar from cheek to chin on his left side. The scar had little cross hatches across it, three in number, and Zelda wondered at the significance of such a marking.
Zelda focused on a spot above Sheik's shoulder, surprised yet again when Ganondorf came into her view. He'd moved, ostensibly to see better as Sheik did whatever he'd been assigned to, and he'd stripped bare just as she. Sheik still wore his riding clothes, albeit stripped to the waist, and Zelda watched in amazement as Ganondorf trailed one finger down the line of Sheik's neck and shoulder.
"You'll be a pleasure too," he murmured, earning an annoyed toss of the head from the Sheikah. Sheik pressed his lips against one of Zelda's breasts, earning a little, low gasp and a squirm that Zelda felt was probably not ladylike but she couldn't find it in herself to care when Sheik's lips slipped from her breast to between her legs, eliciting gasps and cries. He was talented at this, a talent she'd never expected of her Sheikah, and she tried to let herself believe it was just the two of them.
That fantasy was broken somewhat by Ganondorf's own cries as he roughly pulled and stroked at himself. Zelda closed her eyes, mortified that she was being put on display, and cried out shrilly when she unexpectedly found her peak with Sheik's mouth pressed against her. He lapped at her carefully, lifting his head and stealing a kiss from her lips before standing and waiting for his next instruction.
"I'll take you," Ganondorf issued gruffly. "Then I'll take her while you watch." Sheik nodded, producing a vial of oil apparently suited to such purposes. Zelda hadn't heard of such, but perhaps the Sheikah and Gerudo cultures were closer than she'd ever dared to dream, if both were so…free with this sharing. Zelda was left upon her cushions as Sheik stepped forward in the low light, stripping the rest of his clothes before Ganondorf's gaze.
They were well formed, both of them, albeit in different ways. Ganondorf was big and imbued with raw power. His Gerudo features were strong and overwhelmed his face and Zelda had a traitorous little thought that perhaps they weren't so bad. She chalked it up to the strangeness of her new situation and not to any sort of attraction; she hated this man who'd cowed her father and slain her hero. She always would.
Sheik was wiry, lithe and the sun to Ganondorf's shadow. She hadn't thought of him so…bare before and it was beautiful to see him, to know he'd hidden such power and beauty from her for so many years was a pleasant surprise. She bit her lip as she watched them, watched as Sheik's mouth opened to receive Ganondorf's length and suck, his lips and tongue apparently just as talented at this as he'd been on her own flesh before. Ganondorf wound a hand in his hair and pulled roughly, thrusting fully into Sheik's mouth before pulling him away.
He slicked him with the oil, eliciting another gasp from Zelda, and thrust into him just as roughly as he'd thrust into Sheik's mouth. Sheik, for his part, didn't seem to be in any discomfort and to Zelda's shock, he almost seemed to enjoy it. He must have done it before, to be certain, to be so nonchalant with such treatment. It did beg the question as to what he did on his nights off from her service.
Almost as soon as it started, Sheik finished, spilling his seed against the rugs carpeting the tent. He collapsed, boneless, and Ganondorf kissed his neck almost tenderly before withdrawing. While Sheik had found his pleasure and spilled, Ganondorf had most assuredly not and Zelda whimpered, knowing he was coming to take what he'd bought and paid for with false fealty.
Sheik was there, and positioned them so that Zelda lay against him, her bottom nestled into the cradle of his hips. He nibbled lightly at her ear as one hand trailed down her belly to nest in her curls, seeking out the same place he'd pleasured earlier with his mouth. His hand was crushed between her hips and Ganondorf's as the latter spread her legs and began to sink in, capturing her mouth with a long kiss to absorb most of her cries. Sheik's hand kept toying with her, a soft fluttering touch in counterpoint to the blunt pressure of Ganondorf's body, and Zelda didn't know whether she should weep or cry out in joy. It was pleasurable, in spite of the pain, and Sheik's ministrations had her poised on the precipice of peak once again. She tore her mouth from Ganondorf's, turning her head as best she could to kiss Sheik as she found her pleasure, her entire body quaking with the sensations that he and, admittedly, Ganondorf, had teased her into.
Ganondorf grunted above her, spilling himself into her and collapsing slightly. His weight was just past comfortable, but not unbearable, and Zelda sighed contently between them. It was strange, this…arrangement…but was more pleasurable than she'd expected it to be. Perhaps she could bear it, for a time, and she and Sheik could make their escape when the time was right.
After a few long moments, Ganondorf moved away and pulled Zelda close to him, holding her within his arms as he had on the journey earlier that day. He nuzzled against her hair and snapped for Sheik, who lay on Ganondorf's other side in a position more relaxed than before, but still taut in the event that an attack was made. He wasn't taking chances and neither was Zelda.
Let the Gerudo think he'd conquered this night. Their night would come.
