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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Legend_of_Zelda:_Twilight_Princess
  Relationship:
      Link/Zant_(Legend_of_Zelda)
  Character:
      Zant_(Legend_of_Zelda), Link_(Legend_of_Zelda)
  Additional Tags:
      Sadism, Blood, Chains, Palace_of_Twilight, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Wordcount:_2.000, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
      Gay_Video_Game_Fanfiction
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-02 Words: 2189
****** Within the Twilight ******
by Terisutaen_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it's the
     only time when our world intersects with theirs... The only time we
     can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world.
     That is why loneliness always pervades the hour of twilight...
This was once the land where the power of the gods was said to slumber. This
was once the kingdom of Hyrule. But that blessed kingdom has been transformed
by the king that rules the twilight... It has been turned into a world of
shadows, ruled by creatures who shun the light. Twilight covered Hyrule like a
shroud, and without light, the people became as spirits. Within the twilight,
they live on, unaware that they have passed into spirit forms... All the people
know now is fear... Fear of a nameless evil...
Midna was worried about Princess Zelda, she never has before, but she really
started to worry, she hoped she was all right, and watching her vanish like
that, Princess Zelda must have been exhausted, she wanted to see her one last
time, unknown of where she might be. Zant must know, he is the Usurper King
after all; and he has some sort of connection with his god, Ganondorf. Even the
Sages who guarded the Mirror of Twilight knew, they knew where his power had
suddenly come from.
They forbid the World of Twilight, the land of shadows. Fortunately for Midna,
one world simply cannot exist without the other, they were bound to meet, even
if light cannot merge with darkness, and that was why the Sages forbid the
world of shadows, creatures of the light and creatures of the darkness, sadly
they would always remain apart. Midna belonged to the World of Twilight, and
that is what troubled her, it was almost the end of her journey with Link, and
she quite enjoyed being nothing but Link’s shadow, and directing him along the
way.
Midna eventually cared for the World of Light, and access has been granted to
the Twilight Realm...
Some call our realm a world of shadows, but that makes it sound so
unpleasant... The twilight there holds a serene beauty... You have seen it
yourself as the sun sets on this world. Bathed in that light, all the people
were pure and gentle... But things changed once that foul power pervaded the
world...
Zant, the Usurper King, the man who was the self-proclaimed King of Twilight,
even though he was blinded by an evil power, there was a time where he was not
so twisted, and that was before he met the great Ganondorf, who was supposed to
be his master, using him as an attempt to visit the World of Light once again,
Ganondorf practically gave his powers to Zant, making him Ganondorf’s puppet.
He craved for nothing more than power.
The land of Twilight was merely a land of shadows, as well as sorrow, with an
empire which ruled everything, and the souls of the people were merely
transformed into shadow beasts, and Midna, the Twilight Princess, was formed
into an Imp by an evil entity.
The man possesses a great amount of arrogance and entitlement. He was self-
centered, and cold-blooded, insane, with the maturity of a child, he had the
thought that he could also rule the World of Light as well, and possibly turn
thosepeople into shadow beasts, too. He wanted it all for himself, the way he
wanted it. It was murky and dim outside, and there was no light other than the
Twilight symbolism glowing throughout the darkness, specks of dark colours
scattered across the land, as the thunder within the heavens continued to
growl, but there was no rain to fulfill this weather.
Within a darkened extent, only the turquoise glow of the Twilight symbolism
glimmered upon his skin as he rested lazily against a wall, feeling shackles
binding both his wrists together rather tightly. His tights were ripped,
leaving only his tunic to cover his bare thighs. He had absolutely no idea
where he was, all he could remember is being knocked out by something so...
powerful, and forgetting where he was, or why he was here.
His gaze lingered towards the north, taking a deep breath as he caught sight of
a tall figure which soon materialized before him, a long robe with eight
tassels attached to each of its sleeves, and hanging to the ground. An almost
shrill scream soon occurred, and Link recognized that sound ever so clearly.
"Ah, I see you're finally awake..." whispered Zant, "...And you're most likely
wondering where you are. For what reason have you come here for?" He chuckled
quietly with amusement, even though the cruelness within his voice could easily
be heard. The cruelness of those words, Link barely knew why he was here, he
assumed it was to end this King, but for what other reason? He did not know.
Link only grimaced, observing the other with an angered expression. He tried to
pull his wrists apart with all his strength, only for Zant to tighten the
shackles with his power, until the chains started to deepen into Link's skin,
almost causing him to bleed, but luckily there were only dark blemishes
instead. Link wanted to free himself, he wanted to end Zant, but it appears as
if the cat caught the mouse after all. There were three shadow beasts within a
nearby room, surrounding Zant's throne, and they could already hear noises of
chains rattling, and they soon started to follow the sounds. Link was located
within a small room behind Zant's throne, and the door beside it was already
open, it was actually a falsewall.
Link could notice unlit torches’ against the wall beside him, one on each side,
and perhaps if they were lit the shackles would loosen? Link was curious as he
continued to observe his surroundings, even if Zant was standing before him, he
became aware of his Master Sword which was practically flung across the room,
it rested beside a nearby ledge where a thick cloud of Shadow Crystals was
surrounding it due to the brightness of the blade.
"...Are you looking for something?" Zant asked.
Link was not planning to respond, the sinister tone of Zant's voice irritated
him, and every time he spoke, Link could almost feel flames burning within his
chest, but at the moment he felt vulnerable, he wanted to escape, he wondered
why his tights were torn, and all he could feel was the coldness of the air,
which caused him to tremble, he barely shook his head in response to Zant's
question, denying the fact he was looking for a way out. Link was brave, he was
valiant, and even though he was exposed without a sword in hand, he just knew
he was going to get through this, after all he was the hero chosen by the
goddesses.
Kneeling before the other until he reached Link's height, the mere front of the
helmet he wore, the design of a tongue lifted and soon revealed a smug smile
upon his lips, he move inward, the tip of his tongue beginning to trail along
the rim of Link’s elf-like ear, and soon his neck, as he gradually gave it a
gentle kiss, soon leaving bites here and there, deliberately leaving dark
blemishes, which were almost bleeding. Link tried his hardest not to make any
sound as it would please Zant, he struggled to keep quiet, even if a grunt did
slip, Zant's cold fingertips lightly touched Link's pale cheek and soon cupping
his chin without hesitation, he lifted it, forcing Link to look towards him,
looking towards those strange eyes of his helmet, noticing how sinister they
were, even if there was no life within them.
"You should be thankful," Zant whispered. "You will give me whatever I want,
and I will give you what I think you deserve." Chuckling with amusement, as
that smug smile soon formed into a slight smirk.
As soon as he started to lift the crimson material of his long robe, a slight
growl could be heard as three shadow beasts finally approached the two, as they
were getting ready to attack Link, rising onto his feet, onto the souls of his
crocodile head-like shoes, soon turning his back to the other, only to face
them.
"Enough." Zant demanded, "...I will deal with... that." He added, as he soon
vanished into thin air, as well as the three shadow beasts.
Even though Link knew he would return, he struggled to break out of those
shackles; Zant must have casted one hell of a curse onto them since they were
strong and disobedient, and every time Link tried to pull his wrists apart, the
chains would tighten, slithering like a snake, tightening with ease, until
droplets of blood soon started to run down his wrists.
"Argh..." Link groaned in pain, feeling the sharpness of those chains pierce
into his skin violently, until he heard a soundless noise of a door locking,
and it sounded so near as well, after all the false wall did have a lock.
Zant materialized once more in front of him, and he caught Link's attention
within a split second, Zant finally wanted to finish what he was planning to do
before. Unzipping his black, baggy trousers, which surprisingly enough had a
zip, and soon exposing his member to the other, which was covered in the
symbolism of Twilight, as well, and yet it was also a bluish colour, just like
the colour of his skin, Link merely averted his gaze in disgust, already
fearing what Zant would do next.
Zant did not care, he only cared about his own pleasure, and he wanted to use
Link until he was completely satisfied, and at this moment Link was completely
hopeless, his Master Sword not in reach, and chains tightly draped around his
wrists, leaving nothing more than crimson engravings, much to Zant's delight.
The palms of both his hands slowly reaching towards Link's thighs, and soon
grasping onto his hips violently, with each knee parted, it was very inviting
for Zant, and with this chance he positioned two fingertips against Link's
entrance, they were thick and cold, and he slowly forced them inside, bit by
bit, going as far as they could, forcing them through those dry, inner walls,
Link could feel nothing but coldness within him. Link whimpered, making an
attempt to pull at the shackles once more, only for them to deepen into those
cuts, causing the blood to almost start flowing.
"Do calm yourself; this is only the start of it."
Squeezing his eyes shut as Zant continued to penetrate the hero's entrance with
those long, icy digits, practically stretching his anus, stretching to the
width of his fingers. Zant decided to take it slowly, in case Link really
started to bleed in that area as well, he still wanted him to be able to fight
later on, and fighting against a weak opponent would be no fun at all.
Eventually replacing his two digits with the tip of his member instead, and
soon clutching onto Link's waist once again, digging the sharpness of his claws
into the material of Link's tunic, and barely piercing through his armour, and
the tip of his member was practically drooling with desire as pre-cum already
started to ooze, he slightly began to grind it against Link's entrance in a
gradual movement, up and then downwards, lubricating the ring with the
slightest semen he produced, before finally pushing it in.
Link only grunted, his breath still stuck in his throat, as he tried his
hardest not to look up at the other, he tried to keep his stare towards that
baggy robe instead, but he continued to squeeze his eyes shut from the tears
that wanted to fall, and instead he only grimaced distastefully, feeling Zant
thrusting forward and then back, causing his legs to lightly ache already. He
had the desire to touch himself since his member started to throb quite
lightly, and luckily the bagginess of Zant's clothing continuously brushed over
his length, causing it to ache with pleasure instead of desire.
Tilting his head back, he gritted his teeth, not wanting to let out any sound;
he started to sweat from the movement of the blood within his body, causing him
to feel sweaty and yet faint, whilst Zant's blood was merely cold, not a single
drop of sweat formed upon the fabric of his robe, it still seemed dry. Link
only managed to let out quiet whimpers, as a faint colour of crimson dusted
upon his cheeks.
Thrusting in slowly, with long, progressive strokes, until Link finally managed
to take it all in which caused the tip of Zant’s member to find Link’s sweet
spot, Link tried not to enjoy it, he bit onto his bottom lip delicately, but
not enough to make it bleed, he already felt uncomfortable with the sweat
forming beneath his tunic, and mainly under his arms, whilst droplets of blood
continued to pour down his wrists, and already reaching his shoulders.
Even though the pains started to sooth, the coldness was bitter, and he felt a
strange wetness around the ring of his entrance, as tears continued to swell
within his ocean-coloured eyes, as a tear finally managed to brush his cheek,
causing Zant to chuckle.
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