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Extension August 2025 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2025-09-01 04:50:18 +0000 UTCGanondorf/Link – bodyswap – Link continues to play with Ganondorf's body while Ganondorf is angrily turned on and would never admit to it...
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Ganondorf jerks forward. It’s undignified, but so is the body he is currently locked in and the situation as a whole. His fingers close around his wrist; nowhere near large enough to encircle it in any meaningful way.
He stops the descend of his hand into his lounge pants that have no reason to be currently on his person as they are both currently at work. He glares up, the corners of his mouth turned down in a fierce frown. He stares into his own face and notes that even his beard is not as carefully cared for as it usually is. Like everything else, it does not surprise him but annoys him anyway. Link himself seems unable to produce any beard growth. His body is mostly naked except for a wild treasure trail that Ganondorf had demurely clipped and taken care of-
“You will not,” he hisses at him in Link’s husky voice.
His own eyes just blink down at him, chin against his clavicle because their size difference is actually insane. He likes it a lot when it is the other way round and he can lord it over the little twerp. This, however, is a lot less satisfying.
“You will not touch an inch of my body,” he rasps, tugging on the hand and realizing that the arm is not budging. Because Link is formidable with a sword; small and quick and deviously intelligent. But he is not strong. Not like Ganondorf is.
He watches his own eyes flick from his face to the place where they are connected; and sees the light of realization dawn.
Ganondorf’s insides curdle. “You will not touch,” he says again, but this time it sounds more like a pathetic little plea.
He watches his own tongue lick brief and feline over his own lips. Slowly, the arm that he is clutching at starts to move; thankfully back out of the pants he’s wearing. He exhales softly in relief before he feels himself grasped around the back of his neck and pulled along.
Ganondorf stumbles for a step or two before he gets his bearing back. He is not used to being manhandled. He can’t remember a time that he ever got grabbed and pushed around. Before he can muster up a complaint, he is pulled around a corner. There is nobody in this particular hallway; usually it is a pretty much abandoned part of the castle as the side is quickly abandoned by the sun, leaving it darker and less inviting than the rest.
“What are we doing here?” he asks and turns back around to see that Link has simply picked up where he left off earlier. In fact, he is even quicker about it. He already loosened the sash of the harem pants; the airy, wide fabric slipping down Ganondorf’s massively muscular thighs easily, exposing the fact that there is no underwear shielding his body from hungry looks – or hungry hands that immediately slide between his thighs and push outward, opening his pussy up to the cool air of the hallway.
Ganondorf feels the tension slowly leaving his body. His spine sags a little, as do his shoulders and his jaw as he just stares at his own physique, exposed and lewd in the middle of a hallway. A mostly unused one, yes, but still in the middle of a hallway that someone still could move into at any time.
Link is shameless. He has no decorum. He has pinched Ganondorf’s nipples into inflamed looking peaks that sit lewd and needy on his wide, heaving chest, and he is just as careless about his cunt.
It looks equally plump; like he’s been playing with it nonstop. The thought makes Ganondorf’s scalp start to prickle and his skin feel too tight for his body. He watches with watering eyes as his swollen lips get parted and show of the glistening gash that’s already starting to overflow with need.
His clit is so erect that it has been visible even with his pussy still mostly demurely closed but now it is sitting right there at the apex of the glistening lips, the hood pulled back to show off the engorged, sensitive tip. One of his thumbs moves up against it and circles it with a practised ease that he can’t help but think that he himself never possessed.
His cheeks are immediately flaming, throat twisting up tight in protest that just doesn’t want to come out.
His own voice is crooning through the hallway; the deep baritone filling their immediate space as Link coos softly. It sounds ludicrous. It makes Ganondorf’s insides molten hot and the tips of his ears prickle with humiliation.
He stands there, impotent, watching as his own body trembles and has his own teeth dig into his bottom lip as his thick fingers flick against his clit, shooting sensation down his legs and making his knees wobble momentarily.
Ganondorf tries to wrap his head around why Link is so good at this. He has a cock. Ganondorf knows. He’s… uh… he might have… inspected it a little bit.
“You are disgusting,” he exhales finally through the tightness of his throat. “An absolute disgrace. If Hyrule has to rely on you, then I fear it has already been lost to pandemonium long ago. The indignity that my retainers thought you could show me anything-”
Link groans softly. Ganondorf is shut up by his own voice. How it smoothly trickles down his spine as he stands and has to look up at this fiend groping and molesting a body that does not belong to him.
From this angle – when has he gotten so close – his pectoral muscles look impossibly plush. His nipples are so swollen and plump from Link’s earlier ministrations.
Link lets his body lean back against the wall, his knees giving in a little, bringing Ganondorf’s chest further down at face height and…
Ganondorf gasps softly as his own huge hand gently cups around the back of his head and guides him closer. He does not fight it as he thick fingers dig into his hair and move his head; dragging his gasping little mouth across the fat bud of his own teat.
The heat that had been prickling through him becomes slow and molten. It lurches through his body like molasses, causing a tight ache to start up between his legs. It’s not all that uncharted a feeling, but the sensation of his cock pressing against his underwear, the tip so damnably sensitive… it takes his breath away.
He suckles his own teat, willing not to listen to the slick sound of Link playing with his new cunt. It’s all wet and silky as he drags his thick fingers through plump lips, gathering and smearing slick as it keeps dripping from him.
Just as Ganondorf fits his small teeth carefully around the nub of his own sensitive teat does Link gasp, head tilting back, hair wild and free because he has no idea how to twist it into the elaborate braids that Ganondorf enjoys.
For a second Ganondorf thinks that he is the reason for the reaction until he’s pulled back by the unrelenting grip in his hair, a thick strand of saliva connecting him to the plump, delicious nipple for a second longer before it breaks and he’s forced to look down. Watch as his own thick fingers slide into his pussy while his thumb rudely circles his clit.
Breath stutters in his throat. He hadn’t known that he even could- how had Link found this out? This quick? His heart is rabbiting up into his throat. Heat and hatred clashing in his stomach and making it ache in a way that has him squirm on the spot.
Link’s fist – his fist – is unrelenting. It keeps his head tilted, keeps him forced to stare at his own debauchery while his mouth is still wet and tingling from suckling his own teat.
Ganondorf squirms but Link’s fingers tighten impossibly in his hair. The pain from his scalp races down his spine like a wildfire. Suddenly his head is tilted back up. He’s forced to stare past his heaving breath into his face, eyes wild and mouth wide and sensual as he watches Link bare his teeth in a feral grin.
He is not speaking, but the order is clear as day. Watch. Learn.
Against anything and everything that seems sane, Ganondorf lets himself be brought to his knees. He is the perfect height for Link to step over him, framing him with thickly muscled legs and presenting him with the flushed, dripping cunt between.
His head tilts back without any need for a harsh hand in his hair. Magma is pulsing through his veins as Link lowers his scalding pussy against his mouth. Ganondorf closes his eyes.
Hatred. Hatred hatred hatred is burning sickly through his body but it does not keep him from lapping carefully at his own cunt presented to him like a succulent meal.
He is going to have his revenge. But first he needs… this. He needs to feel how completely his body can encompass Link and dwarf him like the insect that he is. He needs to taste his own sex against his tongue; musky and salty so very slick as it twitches against his tongue. As he tries to keep up with Link moving hips like marble, smearing his cunt all over his face and groaning low and lewd with Ganondorf’s baritone voice.
His cock is pulsing in his slacks. It feels… slimy. Like he’s leaking copiously. Like he’s leaking more than the cunt against his nervous, twitching tongue.
Ganondorf can’t help the sound he makes; a frail little whimper that ripples through his nervous system.
He nearly jerks back when there’s a rough cry of release above him. Not soft and quiet; no, almost challenging someone to come investigate. Indignation flares but is drowned by the wet squirt of liquid against his forehead, dripping down the bridge of his nose, leaving Ganondorf weirdly shivery and nervous as he attempts to keep lapping only to be pulled away from his desperately clenching hole.
His cock keeps pulsing. His ears are filling with static. His… his spend? is dripping down his face as he realizes dimly that he must have orgasmed because the mess inside Link’s undergarments is quite frankly insane; gooey and hot and encompassing his twitching cock while his nervous system reels.
“Ah… I had been wondering about the ruckus. My, my. Maybe I should slow my studies down a little? You two seem quite interested in exploring this new… situation you have found yourselves in?”
Ganondorf closes his eyes in abject humiliation as he listens to the amused voice of the Princess herself.
He is going to kill them both.
Comments
Cyberrat
RIGHT ehehehehhee
Blue
Well well Zelda, that’s an odd way of saying “you were doing all this…without ME?” 😂
