The Legend Of Zelda: A New Destiny {SubspaceEmissary & MajorMario}

[Subspace Emissary]

Hylian history is replete with legends of the sacred times...
The stories of the destiny shared by the 3 chosen ones of the goddesses have been told and retold throughout the ages; each tale more extravagant than the last...

Before time began, before spirits and life existed...
Three golden goddesses descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule...
Din, the goddess of power...
With her strong flaming arms, she cultivated the land and created the red earth.
Nayru, the goddess of wisdom...
Poured her wisdom onto the earth and gave the spirit of law to the world.
Farore, the goddess of courage...
With her rich soul, produced all lifeforms that would uphold the law.
The three goddess, their labors completed, departed for the heavens.
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And golden sacred triangles remained at the point where the goddesses left the world.
In their absence, they entrusted the protection of this world to the goddess Hylia.
Since then, the sacred triangles have become the basis of our world's providence.

It has also been the basis of our world's biggest calamities...
Each iteration of destiny has been unique and has endured even through fragmentation of time itself...
But the cycle of rebirth will continue until the end of time.
Ganon, the manifestation of hatred and the wielder of the Triforce of Power...
Princess Zelda, the mortal incarnation of the goddess Hylia and the wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom...
And Link, the chosen hero sent by the goddesses to protect the land from evil and wielder of the Triforce of Courage...
No matter the story, the three chosen ones will be reincarnated to the center of destiny, battling for supremacy.
Time flows like a river, and history repeats itself..

Over the generations, the people of Hyrule grow more disconnected from the tales and superstitions of the past. The events of the past are obscured by the mists of time and become more myth than legend.
Destined for the sisphyean task of reincarnating for all of eternity by the hatred of Demise, the dark one has risen once again...
And as the legend mandates, the dark one will rise to create chaos -- but the hero will vanquish them time and time again.

But what if destiny doesn't play out as it is supposed to...?

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"Huu'gh... d'aaah...." Link grunted in agony after the last bolt of lightning rattled his body to its core.

The clank of his massive mirror shield to the ground was accompanied by the warble of it gyrating on the floor, trying to reach its equilibrium. The Master Sword had fallen to the ground as the pointy-eared boy's eyes rolled back in his head. After all of the harrowing battles and quests to get to this point, it hadn't been enough. The battle had raged on for what felt like an eternity and the two immutable adversaries were drenched in their own sweat from the destined struggle. The hero's iconic jade tunic was torn and tattered in various locations; stained by the sweat and blood and dirt of the battle. There was a slanted gash across the top of his forehead that had been bleeding profusely earlier, but the battle had caused it to clot already.

Dropping to his knees as his mind blacked out, Link could only see the menacing eyes of that grim green face as Ganon lumbered toward him. The wind howled atop the battered ruins of the upper half of the castle and all of Hyrule could feel a dark shadow descending upon it in that moment. Panting desperately, Link tried to will his body to go beyond its limits to keep fighting, but it wouldn't answer his calls. As he fell face down onto the ground, his body involuntarily twitched and tensed repeatedly. This couldn't be...

This wasn't what the legend spoke of.

The hero had fallen.
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@Major Mario

 

[Major Mario]

And as the hero fell, a burst of great and terrible laughter arose. Standing tall and proud, a fiery-haired Gerudo woman towered over Link, her conquest. Gerudo women were tough, stalwart warriors whom even the most talented of Hylian knights wouldn't want to tangle with, but this one was unique. The Triforce of Power gleamed on her right hand that held a menacing, large scimitar while a radiant, golden shield was clenched in her right. Her outfit was the typical, traditional Gerudo fare, but one fitted with leather and metal to help shrug off glancing blows. It was rather risque, all things considered, yet most Gerudo weren't too shy to show what they had. If anything, the bare bronze skin only helped this powerhouse!

"Poor boy," she cooed with a sneer, her flaming amber eyes narrowed down at the green-garbed legend. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is just so weak, no? Typical. You just didn't have enough stamina to best me."

For as long as it had been remembered, the wielder of the Triforce of Power had always been a Gerudo man, a rarity even in this crazy land. But this story isn't like the others. No, this time the Triforce of Power had been blessed to a Gerudo woman, one who was just as dark and ambitious as all the other Ganondorfs before her. To some she was merely Ganon, but to few she was known as Ganondora. In such short time she had been able to rally the Gerudo and infringe on Hyrule's precious land, set to claim the kingdom for herself and those who followed her. And of course, she expected that pesky, courageous hero to come try and stop her!

Ganondora approached the defeated hero and knocked his sword and shield away with her sheathed scimitar. As far as she knew, touching that Master Sword was beyond her, so better safe than sorry. She discarded her equipment as well and loomed over Link, kicking him in the side to roll him over. Oh how giddy she was- Defeating your sworn, destined enemy was sweet ambrosia, but even better was deciding what to do with him when all was said and done.

"Don't pass out! We've only just started! Come now, perhaps you can satisfy me in another way?"

Like a cat with a mouse, Ganondora pounced atop Link and held him down with her firm rear pressing deeply into his crotch. She sat upon him like a conquering queen on her throne, though here she just couldn't help but grind a bit where she sat.

 

[Subspace Emissary]

Link could feel the looming silhouette of evil approaching him with menace; the sheer presence of darkness radiating from her was something he could feel in his bones. Ganondora was an aberration of the legend; her mere existence violated the legends of rebirth. Still, Zelda, the Sages and the Sheikah were confident that it would end the same way every iteration had gone; with Link on top. Ironically, Ganondora had a very literal interpretation of being on top that upset the whole paradigm of the legend. She was different than prior incarnations; more cunning, more skilled, and exploited weaknesses no prior incarnation of Ganon had.

The clank of his weapons being kicked away was a symbolic defeat that clutched the young hero's chest; the distance closing enough to make even his bow useless. The thunderous voice of the vile woman mocking him made Link grunt as he struggled to pull himself together to little available. Being kicked over onto his back was all the more degrading and he wondered if this would be the end of himself and Hyrule as they all knew it.

"Don't pass out! We've only just started! Come now, perhaps you can satisfy me in another way?", the hero's eyes glossed and consciousness seemed to fade a few times before Ganondora barked at him to remain conscious for this.

Shaking his head to keep conscious, Link tried to think of some way to turn the tables here. What did she mean though? Whatever it was, he didn't want to find out! Link summoned some small wellspring of strength left in him to try crawling backwards away. It was slow and frankly a meaningless effort though. The massive, lumbering Gerudo woman stalked him with a sinister countenance. He tried to call out in his mind for the help of... someone, something. But no one answered his call. Link was to fight this battle alone, and it seemed like one he couldn't win. The callipygian form of his sworn adversary pinned him down; her overly massive green bottom pinning him down as her sinister glare bore into his soul. Swallowing hard and clenching, Link tried to rear his head away from her but all he could do was press the back of his skull against the dirt beneath him. There was nowhere to go.

"D'ah!" Link grunted in surprise as a bright blush appeared on his face once the paragon of evil began to grind her plush backside against his groin; stirring a sensation in his body that he hadn't quite expected.

 

[Major Mario]

"What did you think- that you'd defeat me on pure altruism alone?" Ganondora laughed as she continued to make herself comfortable atop Link like a cat. "Fool, that's some weak motivation. No, you need ambition! And I've got that in spades!"

Bending forward, the Gerudo Queen brought her hands down upon Link's various buckles, belts and more. Like a skilled thief working a lockpick, Ganondora unfastened whatever she could get her hands on with all due haste. Getting through chainmail was bound to be a problem- Link probably still had some fight left in him, after all- but that could wait until later. Grabbing Link's belt, Ganondora flung it to the side and, brushing aside his tunic, she reached into his trousers and began to rub at his crotch. Oh yes, of course she was mapping out the length, girth and shape of the hero's other sword, and with some diligent polishing and grinding, she hoped to make it lively.

Ah, but that wouldn't be enough! Ganondora sneered once more and, with her other hand, she came close to the hero's face to grasp his cheek and force herself upon him. She mashed her lips against his own, pecking and kissing as if she was tasting divine, forbidden fruit. Her lips, while firm, were still a delight and seemed quite juicy, especially when her tongue came into play. At first she was content to just tease and lick Link's lips, but if she felt the young lad purse his lips, like a snake before a rabbit's burrow she was quick to strike. A kiss was a kiss, even if it was rough and one-sided, but hopefully the lad's body would find some pleasure in it.

"To the victor... mhm, goes the spoils," Ganondora cooed. She nipped at Link's lips and laughed once more as those fiery, amber eyes of hers narrowed. "Be a good boy and play along!"

 

[Subspace Emissary]

The raucous voice of Ganondora's mockery made the hairs on the back of Link's neck stand up. It was as clear as a freshly buffed rupee that she was relishing this moment. Utterly conquered, Link grimaced as he felt the evil woman piece-by-piece divesting him of his clothing and gear. Every so often, he would use a momentary spike of adrenaline to struggle and resist, but it was a meaningless effort that only seemed to further amuse the massive Gerudo woman. The sheer weight of the woman alone was enough to keep him pinned; let alone her freakish might and his utter exhaustion. With his belt disposed of, that meant the full arsenal of his weapons was now either out of his reach or useless in this situation. Now that his belt was out of the way, he felt a shiver up his spine when Ganondora yanked his tunic open and he felt the airflow hit his bare skin. Reaching up with a hand, he pressed it to her trapezius, trying to push her off but to little avail.

A loud, stiff gasp erupted from Link the moment the woman's hand had grasped his bare 'equipment'. The gasp was probably one of the loudest ones either of them had heard in their lives, and would almost certainly make for a fine fuel for Ganondora's purposes. The hand on her trapezius weakened as soon as she seized him downstairs and she could feel him trying to pull his groin away from her. Not that he had anywhere to go of course. The young man's breathing grew ragged as his sworn enemy's hand molested him; each breath seemingly interrupting the one before it, while intricately laced with a cacophony of grunts and moans. The sonority of it was probably to Ganondora what Epona's Song was to Link's prized mare. The queen of darkness' hand was massive like a baseball mitt and she was shameless in how she used it to feel him up. Her long, thick fingers were calloused where she held her scimitar; an intimate knowledge of her hand that he hadn't anticipated on experiencing today. Between the sweat on her hands and pooled between his legs, the lewd cocktail of their perspiration from battle created just enough traction for her hand to glide along his length. Grimacing and twitching, Link could do nothing but come to the haunting epiphany that his penis had rapidly swelled into an unwanted erection. His sworn enemy could now feel his most intimate place at its most intimate state; the long turgidity and the web of thick veins along the shaft that led to his bulbous, circumcised tip. The young man's rod was about an average thickness, but was quite long. The updraft against his sweat-laden testicles brought a potent stream of his pheromones up to meet the duo every so often to ensure that even if Link tries to retreat into his mind, he will not be allowed to ignore what is happening down there.

Violation.

That was the best word to describe it. This was even worse than if she had just killed him; humiliation and violation was new to their legend. To be the first Link to fall was already painful enough, but this, this was something altogether even more wicked. It was one thing to defeat your sworn enemy; it was another to steal their dignity. As if fondling his manhood wasn't enough, the vile woman leaned in and decided to also make this as intimate as he could stomach. While he was still wincing and moaning from what was going on below his waist, she pressed her lips to his and sealed them shut so that his every oral reaction was fed directly to her like a mana from the heavens. It wasn't a surprise that her lips were thick, but the firmness and softness of them was something altogether unexpected. Link's face flushed a bright red as his first kiss was stolen by an evil woman, despite promising it to... no, he couldn't think about anyone else during this. That would make the shame even worse. Mentally shattered by this, he closed his eyes tightly and tried to pretend this wasn't happening.

This was as raw and unfiltered as he could imagine. When she leaned into him, he could feel that her gargantuan frame was sweating even more than he was and rivulets of her toil dripped down on him like the Song of Storms had just begun. Some droplets landed on the fragments of clothing he was still barely wearing, but more of it rained on his chest, chiseled abdominals, neck... and even his face. The disgust couldn't linger long though since Ganondora's lips savored his in a romantic embrace -- for a moment. A borderline-reflexive twitch almost had him embrace it for just a moment before he pushed the thought away. But that was enough. And then a muffled moan helplessly murmured from him as his entire mouth was invaded by the woman's long, thick, salivating tongue. The length and thickness of it made it more like an impossibly-smooth tentacle than a tongue. It was more like a novel appendage than a mere tongue; the size of it had invaded his mouth savagely and swirled around inside as if to conquer him. Gurgling and choking as her curious tongue dipped into his throat, the noises coming from Link grew even more frantic and lascivious the more she violated his mouth. And yet, despite how his body flailed and retreated, she could feel his shaft utterly throbbing in her hand. The occasional rivulet of sweat from his forehead pitter-pattering on his own perspiring forehead was now a secondary concern as the demonic woman's hungry maw left his chin and neck drenched in a cocktail of their saliva.

When she finally retracted and nipped at his lip, he twitched for a moment and looked up with hazy eyes. There was a moment of reprieve, but he could tell by the manic look in her eyes that she was far from done. A brief moment of curiosity and eagerness boiled up from his loins as the rush littered his body in goosebumps. The thought of enjoying this abuse disgusted Link even more than the act itself and he purged it from his mind. Dear Hylia though, his erection was so turgid that it ached at this point though. Still, he couldn't allow himself to be overcome. One last ditch effort, his seemingly lifeless hand scooped up a handful of soil and waited until she got close enough again. It as his last gambit, but as she moved in, he threw the dirt into her face, hoping to temporarily blind her long enough for him to figure out his next move.

 

[Major Mario]

( Holy shit 6 days since the last reply - God I'm lazy AF )

Being blinded by a bit of dirt would have stopped any normal person, but not Ganondora. On the contrary, it only made her angry, and though Link might have been given a precious few seconds to jerk away, in his state he wouldn't get too far. Case in point, as the Gerudo recoiled and rubbed at her eyes, she'd soon reach out and grab at the hero. Whether it be his arm, a wad of his tunic or even his ankle, Ganondora would hold tight. She jerked her hand, ushering Link back right where she wanted him.

But as punishment for the boy's insolence, Ganondora jabbed a heavy fist into his stomach. Hopefully that would be enough to keep him down, and yet there was another idea brewing in her head.

"Cheeky," she muttered, sputtering and spitting dirt. "I suppose that's my fault. I underestimated you... so how about we put you to better use?"

Pushing aside her Gerudo-pattern skirt, Ganondora pulled down on a thin thong to reveal the patch of paradise hidden beneath. Topped by a small, trimmed patch of red hair, the Gerudo's twat seemed such a sensitive, delicate thing compared to the whole package, and yet it was more than a mouthful for any ordinary Hylian. Twirling around, Ganondora rested her hips upon Link's chest and pushed herself deeper, urging her luscious pussy right against the hero's mouth. As she did this she leaned forward and grappled with Link's trousers once more, only this time she wasn't content to just cop a feel.

"You may have the personality and wit of a tree stump, but surely your tongue works, no?"

It wasn't as if she was giving Link a choice in the matter. Ganondora shook her hips a few times, then she jerked back just a bit more so that she was smothering his face with her femininity. Meanwhile, she fished out Link's cock, half-mast or as hard as a rock, and snorted in amusement. She leaned in and licked from the very base all the way up to the tip, and given the lad's length, it was quite the slow, teasing journey. Again and again, Ganondora lapped at Link's cock, at times going slower or faster, or even laying a kiss or two upon the tip. Hell, she would even go so far as to kiss, nuzzle and suckle his balls, all with a stroke or two to keep him good and hard.

 

[Subspace Emissary]

There was a brief glimmer of hope when Ganondora was momentarily blinded and Link scooted away from her quickly on his hands and butt. It was an awkward attempt considering it just left his exposed manhood free to the air and to view. It was a valiant effort, but he didn't get very far. The moment he seemed to be home free, the thick jade hand of his sworn enemy clutched around his ankle and his body tensed up. The woman's hand felt felt positively massive as it clasped him; fitting, he supposed, since she was so obscenely tall. In one fell swoop, she snatched him right back to where he was. For his troubles, he ate a stiff blow to the solar plexus that knocked the wind out of him and made him almost feel like vomiting for a moment. The momentary nausea subsided after a moment, but the crushing blow still radiated through his abdomen.

With his body still stunned from the blow, Link winced and looked up at his lumbering rival after getting mounted right back where he started. It was finally dawning on our young hero that there might be no way out of this. The words that she spoke were a haze after having taken the punch that he did, but he seemed to abruptly snap to reality the moment the sinister woman exposed her drooling green slit and thick, manicured bush of fiery pubes. A gasp escaped Link involuntarily and his face flushed a red almost as bright as Ganondora's hair. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull and he went completely slack-jawed at the sight. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect the day to go this way. The pain of the punch subsided, but he was still stunned... for different reasons. The massive Gerudo queen whirled her body around so she was facing his lower body now and with glee, she planted her quim right in his face.

Beneath her, Ganondora would surely feel him trying to cry out and yell something, but it was muffled by the absolute eclipse of her groin smothering his face. The woman's massive legs were sitting on his arms so he couldn't even try to push her off. Drowning beneath the lewd, sopping wet genitals of his hated rival, Link was forced to breathe in the thick, heady musk of copious sweat and vaginal secretions pooled in the green woman's wanton groin. Merely attempting to breathe meant he had to endure the humiliation of having what little air he could get into his lungs being filtered through her most primal zones. Every desperate attempt to gasp for air just sent vibrations up into her loins.

All the while, Ganondora wasn't content with just that. While verbally mocking him and crude grinding herself against his mouth, she went so far as to seize his cock. Surprisingly, it was as hard as a Goron's hump and very clearly writhing much more than it had been before. The fact that he was this erect from this humiliating display only served to make it more humiliating. The way she adjusted wedged his nose between her crack for a moment just to make things even more debasing. When her thick tongue coated his glans, Ganondora would almost certainly feel him screaming into her womanhood; the muffled panic gave her a few brief moments of his tongue gliding over her slit. The oral ministrations Link was feeling made him moan like a bitch in heat as the intensity of the teasing continued to ramp up. There was an especially potent reaction when she suckled on his hefty testicles, causing his tongue to lol out of his mouth like a dog in the middle of a desert. By that point, the bulb of his manhood had a thick bead of pre-cum formed at the tip and it had begun to slowly cascade down the side of his shaft.

OOC

No worries. I have lulls too.