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Link rape fic

 

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"Master!" Fi's voice was earnest but characteristically apathetic as the sword was flung away. Link barely thought about his own well-being as the goddesses' sword fell out of his sight to the hot, smoking earth below. He managed to hold tightly onto his sailcloth, despite being knocked around like a rag-doll in the volcanic eruption; the burning air made it hard to breathe, and it was stinging his eyes, making it impossible to attempt any semblance of a landing at this point. Link grunted in pain as something hot hit him; it had torn the shoulder of his tunic. Most likely a rock. It mattered little at this point. The explosion was sending him so far away from his landing point, death was almost a certainty. He gave himself a generous 15% chance of survival. Perhaps Fi had been rubbing off on him.

 

Still holding onto his sailcloth, Link caught a massive gust of hot, foul-smelling wind and was launched upwards so fast that he very nearly lost his grip. Just as soon as he was brought up, an opposing gust brought him down, and the last thing he managed to see was a steep mountain cliff closing in on him before he blacked out entirely.

 

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A scrapping sound. The rotten smell of hydrogen invaded Link's senses, and for a bleak moment, he thought he was dead. But no, his body felt sore, but not seriously injured or burning. He was, however, extremely uncomfortable. He was lying on a hard, uneven rock floor, and the heat from the ground confirmed that he was still very close to the mountain. He managed to open his eyes; it was dark, but as his vision returned to him he realized that he was in a cave of some sort. Had he fallen here after hitting the mountainside? If so, how was he unharmed?

 

More scrapping noises. Link suddenly became very aware of his surroundings, and his blood froze in his veins. There were possibly enemies nearby, and he had a mission to follow through on. Instinctively Link's hand moved to his waist; inwardly he cursed. The sword was gone. It had fallen off of him during the eruption. It was gone, and so was Fi.

 

No matter. He had other methods of fighting off enemies until he could reclaim his blade. Link chanced slowly moving his head towards the source of the noise; Bokoblins. Quite a few of them. This was going to be tougher to negotiate.

 

Link reached for his Adventure pouch; also gone. Link felt slightly panicked. He was certain that his pouch hadn't fallen earlier, he had felt it as his waist. Link's eyes moved back to the Bokoblins making all the noise. His items! They had taken them!

 

Link gritted his teeth together. It looked like the best option for now was to catch them off-guard, and then make a break for it. He could get his items back later, once he'd found his sword.

 

He eyed a couple of randomly placed wooden barrels to his left; if he needed to, he could throw these at the red bastards for a momentary distraction. After a silent moment of gathering his nerves, Link sprang up, his aching body protesting against the sudden movement. The Bokoblins barely noticed he had moved right away, and Link sprinted toward the exit-- the source of light in the small cave. His vision was still slightly blurry, and he didn't quite see what was blocking his escape until it was too late.

 

THA-WHACK.

 

Link cried out in pain, holding his face. He had run full-speed into something cool and metallic. When his vision cleared, he saw that they were bars.

 

He was in a prison cell.

 

Once Link had figured it out, it was all too late. The Bokoblins were on him already, making their angry, shrill shrieks and pulling him away from the bars and to the ground. Link fought against them as much as he could, but his body had just exhausted it's very last spurt of energy, and was beginning to fail him. He was beginning to feel like this was the end.

 

Five Bokoblins held him down against the ground, pinning his arms and legs beneath their stubby forms. Link vaguely wondered why they hadn't killed him yet... Why did they wait for him to awaken and try to escape? He knew that Bokoblins certainly weren't the most intelligent creatures, but it still made little sense to him. But that didn't matter now. They were going to kill him, and everything he had done, fought and accomplished thus far was about to be scrubbed away, like it never mattered. And maybe it didn't.

 

One of the Bokoblins murmured something to another in their harsh language, and suddenly Link realized that one of the red creatures was under his tunic, trying to remove his pants. Link jerked away from the gesture with a brand new fear. "Wh-What are you doing?" Link asked, his throat hoarse from breathing in tremendous amount of volcanic ash. A few of the Bokoblins cackled at him, as the one positioned between his legs finally managed to unfasten his trousers, pulling them down. Link began fighting against them with newly found strength, presumably from the sudden rush of adrenaline into his system. "Stop! Don't--" Link coughed, his voice fading into the chorus of laughter from the Bokoblins as more of them rushed to hold him down. Their combined weight was crushing; it was hard to breathe. To Link's horror, the Bokoblin that had removed his pants was now discarding his own pitiful loin-cloth. Link felt as if the bottom of his stomach has just flattened. The creature's penis was erect, and much larger than the stature of the owner suggested.

 

Horrified at this turn of events, Link struggled harder than ever against his captors, but every second he fought against them, he could feel his strength waning and dissipating. His panic turned into the terrible realization that this was going to happen, and he was powerless to stop it. He continued to protest as the Bokoblin yanked his tunic up, revealing his own penis. To Link's disgust, another Bokoblin reached over his stomach, taking the human's penis between his clawed hands. Link let out a gasp as the creature's hot, sweaty flesh roughly caressed his manhood, unwillingly causing it to harden. Link shut his eyes and gnashed his teeth together, wishing he were somewhere else---ANYWHERE else-- so long as it was far away from this dreadful situation.

 

Link's eyes shot open as he felt a warmth press against his entrance. "Stop!! Please, stop it! I'll do whatever you want, just... Not that, please!" Link struggled, but it was useless. His strength was gone, and his body was submitting. The Bokoblins knew it; only a few of them were holding him down now, and the rest of them were busy removing any pieces of clothing they had. Link's mind felt hazy. This didn't seem real-- It felt like a terrible nightmare.

 

The Bokoblin pushed at Link's anus, its cock slowly opening the hero's entrance, but not managing to make any further progress. Link tossed his head back and yelled out in pain, unbelieving that so little of the demon's penis could be so ridiculously painful. The Bokoblin pushed harder against him, managing only another inch or so before pulling out again. Link cried out, hoping that the creature had given up entirely. Breathing heavily, Link could faintly hear the Bokoblins speaking to each other, seeming to be discussing a problem and offering solutions.

 

Another sound suddenly rose above the chatter of the Bokoblins. Link slowly turned his head in the direction of the familiar, flashy noise, and his heart sank. No, not now. Not at a time like this.

 

The smirking form of Lord Ghirahim stood in the corner of the cell, arms crossed, looking positively thrilled. The Bokoblin's heads all moved in their master's direction, and they all scurried to bow respectfully, with the exception of the ones that were busy holding Link down. "No no no, don't stop what you're doing on MY account. I was merely popping in to see if what I heard was true. 'The Hero of the Goddess has been captured in Eldin Volcano'... My heart skipped a beat just hearing those words! I can't properly convey just how happy they made me!" Ghirahim swept in closer to Link, looking down at him with hungry, searching eyes. Link felt more violated than before under his gaze, but managed to look at Ghirahim defiantly. In his current position however, every limb pinned, legs spread, manhood exposed, and his body drained of all strength, he was finding it difficult to be convincing.

 

Lord Ghirahim chuckled good-naturedly, shaking his head. "What a predicament you happen to be in, Hero. And you know, I didn't even /order/ this. They just did this all on their own! Aren't they just darling?" he said, petting one of the Bokoblins on the head. "The things they come up with. They're not very smart, you know. But it's alright. I ordered them not to kill you if they were to capture you. See? I'm so very nice like that."

 

"P-Please...." Link choked softly, looking away. He was ashamed to be pleading in any way, but this situation was worse than anything that had ever happened to him. Lord Ghirahim put a sarcastic hand to his ear. "What's that? Speak up, Hero."

 

"Just please... Get them off of me, make them stop. I'll fight you, or whatever you like, just..." Link dissolved into coughing once again, and Lord Ghirahim slowly knelt down next to him, grabbing a handful of his hair to force Link to look him in the eyes. "I don't want to fight you." Ghirahim said seriously, a smile spreading his lips. "I told you before. I want you to suffer. You've been such a thorn in my side for such a while now, you can't blame me, can you? What do you expect, when you keep messing up my plans, again and again? Surely you didn't expect me to thank you for it?" Ghirahim released his grip on Link and stood up, handing one of the Bokoblins a small, narrow bottle of a jelly-like substance. "Here you are. You silly creature, you know nothing of the human anatomy. Or any anatomy, for that matter. To enter him effectively, you have to make his entrance /slick/. Use that on him and yourself and continue."

 

Link felt tears prick behind his eyes, and did everything in his power to stop it from showing. To his embarrassment, Lord Ghirahim walked very dance-like to the corner of the room, snapped his fingers and summoned a chair out of his signature diamonds. He sat down on it, making himself comfortable with a perfect view of Link. He was going to watch. Link reddened, looking away from Ghirahim. He wanted to die. Compared to this humiliation, death seemed like a wonderful, honorable alternative.

 

Something was pressing against his anus again, and Link barely stifled a surprised gasp. He looked up to find that the Bokoblin wedged between his legs had already finished covering his own penis in the jelly Ghirahim had given him, and was now pushing a jelly-covered finger into Link, to lube him. Link squirmed and jerked away from the foreign object shoving itself into his body, at the same time trying to loosen himself to make the process less painful.

 

It was difficult, but he managed to stop tightening around the invading finger, relieving some of the pain and discomfort. The jelly was extremely warm, and it seemed to get warmer as the Bokoblin swirled his finger around inside of Link's tightness. Link's breath escaped in low gasps, his face hot with embarrassment.

 

"That should be good enough. You should be able to enter him more easily now." Lord Ghirahim said. Link could unmistakingly hear him smiling; he felt even more ashamed.

 

The Bokoblin grunted in excitement, and removed his finger, the warm jelly inside of Link making him feel uncomfortable and full. Before Link could process any other thought, he felt the bulbous head of the Bokoblin's penis filling him, shoving ruthlessly against his inner walls. Link yelled out, the sensation of being invaded washing over his body and making him feel numb. It hurt so badly, he couldn't even imagine how painful it would be without the jelly. He almost felt grateful to Ghirahim for providing it, but expected that Ghirahim hadn't done it as a kindness, but only as a way to further humiliate him.

 

The Bokoblin ignored Link's pained cries and pushed in further, inch by inch, stretching Link's anus. The invading penis was thick opposed to long, and Link jerked and groaned as the demon’s cock began it's steady rhythm. The creature pulled out half-way and then slid back in, in and out, picking up speed as Link's anus twitched and convulsed around it.

 

“Ahh... Haa... Ah....” Link panted, hardly noticing as the Bokoblins holding his arms moved, pulling his arms up over his head and tying his wrists together with a length of rope that they attached to the bars of the cell. One of the demons lifted Link’s tunic to expose his pale chest, and licked at one of his nipples with a long, forked tongue. Link gasped, tossing his head to the side, his chest heaving. He opened his eyes and found his bleary gaze locked with Ghirahim’s, the Demon Lord’s eyes filled with satisfaction and amusement. Ghirahim licked his lips teasingly. “Pick up the speed, you,” Lord Ghirahim spat, his eyes burning with intensity. “I don’t hear him screaming for mercy yet. Fuck him harder.”

 

Link opened his mouth to angrily protest, but was sharply cut off as the Bokoblin raping him increased his speed, widening Link’s thighs to hit him as deeply as he could manage. “St-Stop... You’ll break me!” Link cried, feeling as if his insides were going to be pulled out with every stroke. One of the demons working on his chest placed a clawed hand against the hot flesh of Link’s abdomen, dragging it across the skin and leaving several healthy scratches in it’s wake. Blood prickled at the surface of the skin, but Link barely felt it. The Bokoblin’s cock was fucking him furiously, tirelessly tearing at his inner walls. The warmth of the friction and jelly combined was almost too much to bear, and Link felt that if he wasn’t fucked to death, he would surely burn from the inside out. The most horrible part was the flicker of pleasure that Link felt beneath the pain, stemming from the intense warmth within him and the fact that his body was getting used to the feeling of being filled with cock.

 

“Very good. Keep it up.” Ghirahim said greedily, almost as if reading Link’s thoughts. The Demon Lord tilted his head playfully. “How are you enjoying it, Hero? How does it feel?” he asked mockingly, and Link once again felt his eyes glaze over with water. This time he could do nothing to stop the tears that blurred his vision. “I’ll.... Ahh.... I’ll kill you.... Nng... Haa... When I get out... Of this...” Link managed to answer, determined to keep any trace of dignity he had left. He was the Goddesses’ Chosen Hero. He had an unbreakable spirit. Zelda herself had told him this. He had to hang onto that. He had to hang on to /something/.

 

“What’s that? You need another of your holes filled?” Ghirahim said with a laugh. He motioned to another Bokoblin. “Fill his vacant hole, would you? I think I prefer him silent for the moment.”

 

The Bokoblin was happy to oblige, and grabbed a fist-full of Link’s hair, pressing the head of it’s red, thick cock against Link’s lips. Link kept his mouth shut tight for as long as he could in protest, until the Bokoblin furiously pumping between his legs dug its claws into Link’s thighs, fucking him with a whole new vigor, seemingly close to climax. Link cried out in agony and the second demon shoved its cock into the hero’s mouth, keeping it’s hands at the back of Link’s head. Link choked on the demon’s penis, unable to even bite down due to the thickness of the organ in his mouth.

 

He groaned against the Bokoblin’s cock, feeling the other Bokoblin’s organ twitching violently inside him. The demon shoved himself inside Link one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and released his seed inside. Link moaned with a mixture of pain and unwilling pleasure, shutting his eyes tightly. This time, he really did feel like he was burning from the inside out; the hot liquid mixed with the jelly to create a horribly wonderful heated sensation that seemed to spread all throughout Link’s body. The Bokoblin pulled out of him with a satisfied sigh, and Link could vaguely hear Ghirahim chuckle darkly. "Excellent. Quickly, now, who else wants a turn?"

 

As Link's head bobbed ruthlessly on one of the demon's cocks, another Bokoblin eagerly stepped up, grabbing Link's legs and twisting him suddenly and violently to his side. Link lurched with a yelp of discomfort, but the Bokoblin holding his head did not let up, its claws grasping Link's hair firmly to hold him in place. With its free hand, the Bokoblin cut the ropes binding Link's arms, apparently assuming that the previously unstoppable hero was no longer in any state to fight back; unfortunately, he was correct. Using his freed arms to brace himself, Link felt another cock enter him; this one seemed to know what he was doing, and began to fuck him forcefully, hugging one of the hero's legs for stability.

 

The penis in his mouth began twitching, but Link hadn't prepared himself. A flood of foul-tasting demon sperm was released into his mouth, and Link quite nearly choked on it, trying to resist swallowing the nasty liquid. The Bokoblin held his head tight, however, and the small amount that Link wasn't forced to swallow he spat onto the ground, sputtering and gasping for breath.

 

To Link's horror, the Bokoblin fucking him seemed close to climax already. "P-Please.... Don't-- Ahh!" Link clawed at the ground fruitlessly as the demon exploded inside of him, adding to the warmth that was already overpowering within him. The fat penis twitched and convulsed until it was completely drained, and Link cried out as it was pulled out of him. Panting and heaving, Link laid on his side, his mind feeling blank and his body incapable of movement. He could feel the demonic seed steadily spilling from his sore anus, and felt more insignificant and worthless than he ever had in his entire life. In this way, he knew that Ghirahim had won. Link felt disgusted with himself.

 

He barely had a moment to collect his thoughts. Another Bokoblin was turning Link over onto his back and entering him. Link had no one holding him down or restraining him now... He was theirs to do with as they pleased, and Lord Ghirahim watched on, delighting in the destruction of the Goddess's Chosen Hero.

 

(Incomplete)

 

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Demise/Ghirahim

 

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It hurt. It hurt so much.

 

All he could really think about was the hurt; it wasn’t like any other pain he’d felt before, oh no. Pain was something he was used to. He could handle the feeling of his flesh being carved in two. He could take the pressure of having his body crushed. To feel limbs pulls from their sockets was nothing to him. He knew pain.

 

But this… This wasn’t pain. It hurt, but it wasn’t pain. It was fire. Fire that was consuming his body from the inside. Every nerve was alight with the warm sensation, his muscles stretching and pulling to their limits, some straining under the task. So much pain, burning, like his body was being ripped in two, and it was all for his master. Because his master had willed so, he would take the hurt.

 

Then it had stopped, and Ghirahim finally found it in himself to open his eye. It didn’t go away, the fire was still there, but it didn’t move. It just rested, as his stretched muscles adjusted to the intrusion to his body. He groaned, burying his face in the rich cloth of his master’s bed. The cool material felt pleasant against his face, which had started to coat with sweat. His jaw was clenched so tightly, he feared it would fuse together.

 

His master only smirked, resting one large, rough hand on his hip. He shifted Ghirahim’s hips, helping him find a better alignment- though, really, all he wanted to do was get a better view.

 

The way his dick contorted his minion was actually quite delicious; the way Ghirahim’s skin stretched around him, pulling taut and blushing a soft pink under the strain was truly a sight worth all his insufferable banter. (In addition to the noises he made. Oh, the noises…) The Dark Ruler pressed down with his huge thumb, forcing the smaller being’s hips down.

 

A long, strangled sound trembled from Ghirahim’s white lips, his brows knit together as his body became fire once more. His elegant fists balled together so tightly, he felt his nails pierce through his skin. His muscles refused to shift, and he found himself paralyzed with the intensity of his master’s penetration. And it was horrible, so very, very horrible.

 

His body trembled almost violently; his weight was shifted to his shoulders, while his ass was held up, cradling his masters cock. He knew just how pathetic he looked. There was too way to be strong right now. Not with this pain, not with the fire.

 

“You’re awfully still, Ghirahim,” His master muttered, his fiery eyes narrowed in enjoyment. Ghirahim’s pointed ear lowered slightly, a deep whimper slowly rolling off his tongue. “You should correct that.”

 

The sword nodded slowly. “Y-yes, Mater.” His voice faltered slightly. So much pain, yet the fire was slowly beginning to die down.

 

(Incomplete)

 

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Link tied up and fucked

 

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It was evening in Skyloft, and Link was currently in his favorite place on the entire island - his bed.

 

Granted, lying in bed generally didn't involve Fledge's hesitant fingers trailing up his bare side, elicting a shiver from Link, or Instructor Horwell carefully knotting his wrists to the bedhead with his sash. Neither did it involve Instructor Owlan holding up a bottle of something he was pretty sure couldn't be found at the bazaar, watching it slosh in fascination, or Groose lurking in the corner and managing to look terribly out of place.

 

"How's that - not too tight?" Horwell murmured, and Link gave an experimental tug, nodding in satisfaction.

 

"It's fine," he said with a quick smile, glancing up as the door opened and closed again.

 

Pipit turned the key in the lock, shrugging his sword belt off and pulling off the gauntlets. "The grounds are all clear, Instructors," he said with a smile, "I don't think we'll be disturbed."

 

And indeed, they wouldn't. The academy was, that evening, mostly empty - save for the group gathered in Link's room. Headmaster Gaepora had taken Zelda out to the Lumpy Pumpkin for the evening, and Karane had tagged along. Strich was off hunting bugs from who-knew-where, and Cawlin... seemed to have vanished entirely. Maybe he had followed the girls...

 

"Very good," Owlan nodded, setting the jar down. "Well, then - shall we begin?"

 

With a cocky grin, Pipit pulled his hat off - then glanced down at it for a moment, considering. "Hey, Link," he said as he approached the bed, "I want to try something." And without further ado, he folded the wide end of the hat over and knotted the whole thing around Link's eyes.

 

Link let out a surprised sound, head turning. "But then I can't tell who's doing what," he protested quietly.

 

Pipit chuckled. "That's the idea, actually! If you can't see, your other senses are heightened. It's supposed to feel pretty good - at least, that's what the book said."

 

Beneath the blindfold, Link raised his eyebrows. "...Okay," he finally conceded, "We can try."

 

"Good," Pipit murmured, and the sound of rustling cloth and mail filled the little room as people began to undress.

 

A pair of lips pressed against his, and Link let out a soft content noise, leaning in to the kiss. "Fledge," he guessed as soon as he drew away, and his roommate let out a noise of surprise.

 

"How did you know?" He sounded rather deeply impressed.

 

"You hesitated first," Link explained, turning his head to where his voice was coming from, "Only you and Groose do that, and your mouth feels - ah!" His words were stopped by sudden surprise - he had been liberated of his pants, now, and the unexpected cool air against his skin made him start. Without benefit of vision, it had taken him utterly by surprise.

 

"See?" came Pipit's voice, and Link could almost hear the grin.

 

Link let out a little laugh, shifting his hips to make himself more comfortable on the bed. "Yeah. It's -" Another pair of lips descended on his skin, nuzzling at his stomach, and a soft whine escaped his lips.

 

Pipit's idea definitely had its merits.

 

Conversation ceased, then. Without being able to see what was happening, Link's senses were in overdrive. That must have been Fledge, trailing his hands down Link's sides - he could recognize the sound of his breathing. Was that Owlan or Horwell pushing one thigh aside, long hair brushing his skin as his tongue slid closer to where Link was already achingly hard? Horwell, he realized an instant later - that was definitely the taste of the tea Owlan liked against his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip.

 

He could recognize Pipit's footsteps as he padded barefoot across the room, the sound of the bottle being uncorked almost obscenely loud. And that had to be Groose who finally wrapped his hand around where Link was desperate for attention, back arching as he pushed his hips into his rival's big hands.

 

"What's in this stuff, Instructor?" he could hear Pipit ask in fascination (with what little part of his mind wasn't wholely consumed with what Groose was doing with his hand, or with hesitant, cautious kisses from Fledge trailing down his jaw and throat).

 

Owlan let out a soft little noise. "It's rather experimental - your standard lubrication mixed with a few herbs. They do seem to be rather good at increasing stamina."

 

Increasing stamina? Link turned his head, the visible portion of his face fascinated. What did that mean when used like this, then?

 

Quiet conversation picked up again - the usual discussion on who would go first. Fledge's kisses had ended, and Groose's hand had stopped - Link let out a frustrated whine and tugged at the wraps holding his wrists in place.

 

"Hey, uh, he's getting kinda squirmy," Groose chuckled weakly, and another stroke of his hand sent a full-body shudder down Link's spine. "Wanna pick someone soon?"

 

"Yes please," Link panted, trying to buck his hips up into Groose's waiting hand. "Please...!"

 

Footsteps approached - Fledge's, perhaps. And at least two different hands were pushing his thighs apart, spreading his legs and exposing his waiting entrance. One hand slipped down one of his thighs, fingers cool with something slippery and slick, and Link bit back a yelp as one slid home.

 

Definitely Fledge's fingers, he thought dizzily, but that was Groose's hand still stroking him, and he was pretty sure Owlan's elegant hands were holding his legs spread. A chuckle and a pat on the knee had to be from Horwell, and the accompanying, "Good boy, Link," was definitely in his voice.

 

Another finger entered his body, and Link twisted in the bed, raising his hips and trying to spread his legs further for easier access. Every cell was screaming for this - to relinquish control, to let his friends and classmates and instructors tip him over into mindless pleasure.

 

"Ready?" Pipit murmured from somewhere near his head, and Link let out a fevered nod, feeling the bed dip at the other end.

 

"Please!"

 

What was that stuff? Link's eyes went wide beneath the blindfold as, slowly, Fledge took hold of his hips and slowly pushed himself in - it tingled hotly on his skin, sending little thrills of pleasure down his limbs and up his spine. A heartfelt moan escaped his lips - whatever it was, they would definitely have to use it again.

 

"Okay," Fledge whispered almost to himself, fully hilted in Link's body. For a moment, he remained there.

 

Link growled softly. "Fledge, -move-."

 

"R-right!"

 

Not the most seductive of phrases he could have chosen - but suddenly Fledge seemed to have found his strength, pulling back and slamming forward with a suddenness and power that left Link reeling and gasping and squirming on the bed, bucking his hips upwards to meet Fledge's thrusts.

 

Link would probably have bruises tomorrow. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care, gasping and moaning, sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips.

 

"Goddess, you make the best sounds," Groose murmured almost reverentially, pressing his lips against Link's throat. "You make it fuckin' hard to concentrate in combat classes, y'know?"

 

"Secret -" Link gasped, "Weapon. Nn!" It was definitely not easy to hold a conversation like this, not with Fledge claiming his body like that, not with whoever's hand that was stroking him, not with little touches and kisses and licks and nips and pinches and the sheer -sensation- sending his nerve endings alight.

 

His entire body felt heated, fire pooling in his belly. "H-hey," he managed to say, "Close -" And this early, too - he didn't want this to end practically before it started.

 

"Oh, the lubrication should take care of that," Owlan said calmly, giving his thigh a reassuring pat. "Let yourself enjoy this, hm?"

 

That was probably a good thing. Link's self control was rapidly eroding, all of his focus on the sensation in his body. "I - " His voice cracked, the heat overtaking every limb. If he could his, his vision would have blurred. "Nnghh!"

 

Fledge's thrusts were becoming more erratic, more powerful, more intense. As Link felt the fire in his belly spread throughout his body, a ragged scream of pleasure escaping his lips, he was barely conscious of the hot fluid filling him from Fledge's own climax.

 

For a moment, Link laid there dazed, out of breath and dizzy. "Who's next?" he asked shakily as soon as he could form words again, and there was another barely audible exchange.

 

This time, the fingers slipping into his body were accompanied with something else - a skilled tongue licking up the mess he had made earlier, drawing his softened length into their mouth. Link let out a heartfelt moan - how could he already be reacting to this again? Was it the lubrication's doing?

 

Either way, it felt very, very good - the warm, wet mouth around him lifted for a moment and then returned, the angle very faintly different. Owlan or Horwell? His hair pooled on Link's bare belly, ticklish if his attention wasn't drawn elsewhere.

 

This time, it had to be Pipit taking hold of his thighs and spreading them, thrusting into Link's body with a grunt - it was simply too familiar to be anyone else. Link's head fell back, letting out a heartfelt moan.

 

There was something being pressed against his lips, something hot and damp. Link turned his head almost automatically, lips parting, tongue darting out to tease whoever it was. Groose let out a strangled sound, and Link almost nodded in satisfaction.

 

Who needed vision? Granted, use of his hands probably would have helped - but he could certainly suck and lick and tease him from here, feeling a grim sort of satisfaction at unravelling his rival so thoroughly like this.

 

"...Shit," Groose groaned, and his hand tightened in Link's hair. His movements were becoming erratic - Link was teasing him expertly, drawing him further into his mouth, quietly grateful for all the time he had spent practising making Fledge come undone from his ministrations (or, simply, making Fledge come). "Fuck - Link -"

 

Tongue otherwise occupied, Link made a wordless little hum - which turned into a yelp to rival Groose's own when Pipit shifted angles just enough to hit his sweet spot. "Ah - well done, Pipit," Horwell murmured in approval, and the older student let out a groan as he increased the speed of his thrusts.

 

Link was gasping and moaning raggedly, now, barely able to keep his focus on Groose with the increased speed and accuracy from Pipit. But if the noises the redhead was making were any indication, he wouldn't have to focus on him for too much longer - eyes closed tight beneath the blindfold, he drew back as Groose let out a hoarse cry, thick fluid splattering on Link's cheeks, chin, and lips, landing in his open mouth.

 

"My hat!" protested Pipit as Link licked his lips and swallowed, giving Groose (he thought, he could hear the ragged sound of his breathing) a quick smile.

 

"Uh - sorry," Groose muttered, and the air shifted as he moved away.

 

They could focus on drama later. Link was rapidly becoming unfocused, Pipit's motions speeding up even as he muttered over his soiled hat. Link, still gloriously warm from his first climax, wasn't quite at the point of reaching another - but Pipit certainly was, releasing himself in Link's body with a sharp yell.

 

For a moment, there was comfortable silence. Link was still aroused enough that focusing on anything other than pleasure was difficult, the sound of Pipit's breathing slowing to a normal speed almost comfortingly familiar.

 

"That was - good," he managed as Pipit pulled out, the bed shifting as the older boy climbed off with a sigh. "Who - who next?"

 

Horwell made a thoughtful noise. "Let's try something," he suggested brightly, the same tone of voice he used when imparting some new and fascinating piece of information on Loftwings or Remlits. "Link, can you get up on your knees and hold on to the head of the bed?"

 

Up on his knees? Link made an affirmative sound, twisting around on to his stomach before pushing himself up, fingers clenching on the bed head, shivering a little as the fluids already in him began to run down the backs of his legs. "Like this?"

 

"Yes, yes, perfect," Horwell said enthusiastically, and the bed dipped again as he climbed on - slipping -beneath- Link. Link made a surprised noise as the instructor set his hands on his hips - then a deep, heartfelt moan as he guided him down on to his hardness. "There! How is that?"

 

"Good," Link groaned, nails digging in to wood as Horwell began guiding his hips up and down, lifting him and then drawing him back down on to his length.

 

And then the bed dipped again, and the next time Horwell guided him down, a few fingers joined in as well. Link's eyes opened wide beneath the blindfold as he let out a gasp - he had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next.

 

And he did - with Owlan straddling Horwell's thighs behind Link, both instructors could take him at the same time, his stomach tightening at the thicker widths inside him. He was pretty sure his legs were shaking, near collapse if it wasn't for instructors virtually holding him up.

 

It was a very good thing the academy was empty but for them. Link was pretty sure the cries of pleasure wrenched from his lips were loud enough to be heard from the bazaar. This time, his climax was explosive, the darkness behind the blindfold briefly flaring into white.

 

He was going to be hoarse in the morning, that was almost a certainty. And he doubted he'd be able to go to class without blushing any time soon...

 

Collapsed against Horwell's chest, the instructor reached up to pet his hair with one hand, the other still guiding Link's hips as the two finished off. This time, Link definitely had to use the moment to catch his breath again.

 

"Oh, my. That was quite satisfying," Horwell chuckled as he reached his peak with a little gasp, his composure utterly unshaken. Link agreed with a wordless murmur, practically collapsing back on the bed as Owlan stood, as Horwell slipped away from beneath him. "Thank you for indulging me with that little experiment, Link."

 

"Welcome," Link murmured to the sheets, making a half-hearted attempt to turn back over.

 

"Hey, uh -" Groose started cautiously, and Link recalled that he was the only one who hadn't got to claim his body yet. (Well - the parts of his body that weren't his mouth, anyway.) "Can you, uhh - stay like that?"

 

Again, Link let out an affirming murmur, grabbing the head of the bed to pull himself up. There was a sloshing sound - the lubrication being poured out on to something, one big, cautious finger pushing inside him.

 

Honestly, after the four of them, it probably wasn't necessary. But whatever was in it was shaking him into alertness, and the merest touch was pushing him back over in to arousal yet again.

 

Three times in one night. They definitely had to use this stuff again.

 

Even if he couldn't quite tell who was touching him at any given point at this stage, there was no mistaking Groose's hands on his hips, or Groose slowly, achingly slowly, sliding in. Soft curse words stumbled from Link's lips, trying to push back almost impatiently, impaling himself on the long, thick length behind him.

 

Groose certainly was... proportional. Fully sheathed, it was all Link could do to murmur incoherently, hands braced against the head of the bed, hips held up high. Unconsciously, he licked his lips again, where his earlier spendings still lingered.

 

Why was he holding still? "For the love of - of the goddess, Groose," he choked out, pushing back impatiently, "Just fuck me!"

 

"R-right!" And anything further was lost in Link's cry at the first powerful thrust, biting down on his lip hard to stifle his moans and groans and gasps. If he wanted to be taken like this, to lose all sense of the rest of the world and give himself totally over to pleasure, then Groose was almost always going to be his first choice.

 

Who would have thought that his rival would be the one to make him feel like this?

 

Link barely heard his own scream of pleasure as white-hot heat overtook him for the third time that hour, collapsing back on the bed, panting like he had just run a marathon. Dimly, he was aware of Groose pulling out and collapsing next to him, his own breathing ragged as he reached out to brush Link's sweat-dampened hair out of the way almost affectionately before pulling the makeshift blindfold off.

 

Oh - there they all were. The instructors were both dressed again, Horwell taking the bottle from Owlan and murmuring something suggestively to the other, Fledge hunting around for his tunic - "It's on my desk, Fledge," Link called out tiredly - and Pipit in just his pants, reaching out to unknot (and attempt to clean off) his hat.

 

"That's good stuff," Groose muttered tiredly, one arm draped across Link's back. "Oh - sorry." Pushing himself up, he unknotted Link's wrists, and Link stretched his arms experimentally.

 

Owlan brushed himself off, and started for the door. "Don't forget your homework tomorrow, Link," he said solemnly, and let himself out.

 

"Next time," Pipit decided as he shoved his hat in a bag to be washed later, "I might use another cloth. But how was that, Link?" He sounded fairly bright, his usual confidence returning as he dressed himself again.

 

"I think," Link decided with a yawn as he stretched, deciding it probably wasn't so bad being here, sticky, naked, sated, and secure under Groose's arm, "I think we should try that again next week!"

 

--

 

Ghirahim mind-controls Pipit to rape Link

 

--

 

“Well, look what we have here.” Pipit whirled around, startled at the sudden voice.

“Who are you, and how did you get here?” He asked. The stranger laughed, disappearing in a flash of diamonds. Pipit’s eyes widened, and then narrowed.

“Show yourself!” Pulling his sword, Pipit looked for the odd man. Suddenly, there was a pair of arms around his shoulders, and a mouth at his ear. The brunette gasped. Licking the shell of the senior’s ear, the white haired demon chuckled.

“Sorry to be of a bother, but, I need your,” he paused, as if looking for the right word. “Assistance, with a pressing issue.” Skeptically, Pipit looked over.

“What is this issue?” Sharp nails dug into his shoulders, forcing a pained hiss from the Skyloftian.

“You see, there’s a boy, and he’s always meddling with my plans. It’s getting quite irritating. I need you to incapacitate him for me. Do what you will, but I want him broken.” A sudden surge of dark energy flowed from the demon lord, and Pipit went limp.

 

The full moon shone through the sparse clouds that circled the floating land of Skyloft, making it an easy flight for Link. Landing softly with his Loftwing, he hopped off and let the bird swoop away with a happy screech to rest, they had been flying all day from one of the entrances from the surface.

 

All he wanted to do was restock on potions and get his weapons and items upgraded, but the moon being high in the sky above told him otherwise.

 

'I guess I'll have to stay the night until morning, I do need some rest,' Link thought. So he made his way to the academy, and was about to enter when he noticed a most peculiar sight...

 

Pipit wasn't patrolling as usual.

 

He had kind of looked forward to the befreckled bright-eyed brunette, who he knew would always give him a wave and a smile.

 

Worried, he headed over to his house, and not a single light was on in the windows. Familiar with him and his mom, he walked right in, searching in the darkness.

 

Hearing a noise, he suddenly went in a defensive stance as a lantern was lit and light filled the room. Seeing as it was only Pipit there, he put a hand over his chest and sighed in relief.

 

"You were wondering where I was, weren't you?" Pipit nearly glared at him, eyes cold, blue orbs like ice.

 

Suddenly wary, Link nodded his head slowly, Pipit rising in turn.

 

"I was wondering when you were going to return, Link. I was waiting for you." Link blinked once, and before he could back away Pipit was suddenly very much in Link's space, his nose mere inches from Link's. Link looked up into Pipit's eyes, and saw them cold, dead and empty, like the color had been drained from their pupils.

 

Pipit put a sturdy arm on either side of Link as he backed him into a wall, eyes never leaving Link's face.

 

"Tonight, you are mine, Skychild." He breathed in Link's ear.

 

Link's mouth suddenly fell into a frown, Pipit was never like this, and he tried to push the older knight away. Pipit just locked Link's wrists tight in his hands, preventing him from moving, or struggling much.

 

His tongue poked out from between his lips, and connected with his fair skin to leave a long, wet mark from Link's jaw to his ear, Link giving and involuntary shudder. Turning his face away, he tried to avoid that slick, hot muscle that was now tracing down his neck.

 

"Try to struggle, you won't get away." Pipit's voice was low and husky, a smirk playing at his lips. He put both of Link's wrists in one of his hands, then began to disrobe the hero, taking off his adventure pouches, shield and sword.

 

This made Link really start to panic, and he began to struggle fervently against Pipit's hand, fear crossing those delicate features that only enticed and excited Pipit even more. To stop Link from squirming, he pushed his entire body flush to the smaller knight's, their well defined muscles moving against each other under their uniforms, and Pipit's well defined erection against Link's flax one.

 

"Awww, is someone sad? You'll be feeling good soon... Maybe." He nearly chuckled as he said this, biting down on one of Link's ears to produce a rather loud and heavy groan out of the fairer man's mouth. Pipit quickly set to work, peeling Link's uniform off until all but his length was exposed, his face hot in embarrassment and confusion as he struggled against Pipit's hands.

 

"Ah ah ah, Link, the more you struggle the more it will be unpleasant." This just made Link struggle more until Pipit furiously yanked Link's fine golden locks in a tight fist, and bit down harshly on his neck, halting all of Link's actions as he let out a throaty scream.

 

"Mmmm... That's what I like to hear." Pipit removed the rest of his clothing, exposing the older knight's well-toned body from days of training and flight. His manhood stood tall and proud out from his hips, head gleaming crimson with excitement as he looked on to Link's horror-stricken features.

 

"Come now, don't be shy." Link only backed away further, trying to get up, but Pipit's metal grip was soon upon him, forcing his head to the tip of his pulsing cock. "You be a good boy and suck it. And don't you dare think of biting it."

 

He shoved Link's mouth over his swollen sex, a slight groan leaving his lips as the wet heat surrounded his length. Starting to thrust, he relished in the choking sounds that made Link's throat spasm and contract around his cock.

 

"Just like that, take it all in just like that," He stated.

 

He could feel his gag reflex begin to rise bile into his mouth as Pipit continued to avidly thrust into it. How this had happened was beyond him, and he barely thought anything as he struggled in hopeless panic against Pipit's hands that held fast to his hair. The elder knight grunted in satisfaction as he saw the other slowly stop resisting, then as suddenly as he began, he pulled out and came heavily on Link's face. He flinched as the hot liquid made contact with his skin, and oozed down his face in translucent droplets.

 

"Beautiful." Pipit whispered huskily. Link only whined slightly as Pipit took hold of his hair once again, turning him around harshly to push his face into the wall, letting Pipit gaze at the soft, unmarked flesh of Link's back. He really was gorgeous, pale body almost illuminating in the moonlight that peeked through the window.

 

Fingers steady and sure, Pipit removed the last piece of Link's clothing, exposing his backside and cock to the air.

 

"Is someone not having fun? I can help with that." He chuckled into Link's ear, making the other shudder. His hand wrapped itself against Link's flax length, and began pumping it slowly, sweetly, teasingly. Link couldn't help the involuntary pleasure he got from another touching him, and soon became hard and dripping in Pipit's hands. He smirked in approval, running his thumb against the tip, smearing the pre-cum over the head. With his other hand, he unceremoniously pushed two fingers into Link's excruciatingly tight entrance. Link let out a strangled yelp, the pain mixing with the pleasure, and the intrusion he did not want. He began to panic and struggle again, only igniting Pipit's anger.

 

"If you don't stop struggling, boy, it will /really/ hurt." His words fell on seemingly deaf ears as Link proceeded to struggle more, further angering Pipit. Without a moment's hesitation, he removed his two fingers and suddenly thrust in the unwilling hole.

 

The scream that burst forth from Link's mouth was so high, it was nearly silent. He could feel his senses crumble away as a hot, burning sensation nearly split him in two, whole body spasming at the sudden intrusion. It was so big. It was so hot. And all that Pipit did was laugh maliciously as he began to thrust eagerly into Link's virgin entrance.

 

It was so extremely gratifying, watching his little puppet pummel the so called 'hero.' You don't have much heroism when you're being impaled, isn't that right Hylian boy? Ghirahim was having quite a laugh as he saw through Pipit's eyes, the kneeing, whining, panting Skychild taking his senior's cock none too easily.

 

He sat upon his throne of golden diamonds, watching the pool of water set before him, showing the world through Pipit's eyes. It was just too good. Too great of revenge for the delicious little morsel. Snapping a finger to remove his gloves, and diamond-holed apparel, he soon set to work on his own bulging length, the whole scene exciting him beyond comparison.

 

He rolled a black finger over one of his exposed nipples, nail digging a line above it to draw blood, which reflected the spots of it falling underneath Link's legs to the floor. Grasping his own manhood, he stroked himself avidly, Pipit's thrusts going in time.

 

"Such a delicious sight, I may die of the sheer fabulousness of it all!" He proclaimed as he gripped himself tighter, tweaking his bloodied nipple. His tongue slipped out from between his lips, long, thin and promiscuous. Pipit followed suit, licking along Link's back while leaving bite marks down the younger knight's spine, and left angry red lines down his chest with his nails as Ghirahim raked one of his own fingers over his other pert nipple.

 

It was so very satisfying, he could see Link's eyes dull as he finally became accustomed to the length filling him, his own blood acting as lubricant. This just egged Ghirahim on further, and he began pumping himself with more fervor as his end was near.

 

Just then, a single, sly and slimy thought made it's way into the Demon Lord's head... And as he released his seed, he also released his control over Pipit, who instantly snapped back to his senses only to be crushed by a massive orgasm.

 

He didn't know what he was doing, where he was or how he had gotten there, but what he did know was it felt /fucking great/. Thrusting into the warm heat, he dumped himself deep inside whatever it was with a throaty moan, his whole being on fire with pleasure. It was then that he heard a small, and most unexpected voice.

 

"P-Pipit..." Link barely whispered as he too came, for through all of the excruciating pain, there was that little nugget of pleasure that sparked within Link, making him form in his mind that it really was consensual, in some way or another... right?

 

"Oh fuck, Link." Was the only thing that fell from Pipit's lips as he became suddenly aware of the situation.

 

Link, beet red, sweaty and panting beneath him, his own dick covered in his underling's blood, the bite marks made at the soft skin of his neck and back, and the angry raised trails along his torso.

 

Fuck if it almost made him hard again.

 

His mind a bit slow from his massive orgasm, Pipit finally realized that Link had spoken. Link. Had talked. And, it was. His. Name.

 

"Oh fuck oh shit, what the, how did this happen?" Pipit's mind was blown away beyond retrieval as he tried to accumulate lost memories of the night, to no avail. He also noticed then he was stark naked, and went to grab for his clothes. But a slightly smaller hand stopped him.

 

"Don't." Link said.

 

Pipit's mind melted again. Whatever had just happened seemed to of sparked a flame of passion between them, yet what he had done to Link was inexcusable.

 

"Link... My god, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing, and I'm bloody and you're bloody and you /talked/! Fuck, what's going on?!" He jumbled in desperation.

 

Link attempted to sit up straight, but failed miserably as he tried to sit on his bottom, which hurt beyond any other wound he had gotten before. He fell silent again, avoiding Pipit's gaze and staring at the floor like it held all the answers in the world. Pipit gently lifted Link's chin, so their eyes met, and with a giant, real, sigh of relief, Link saw it really was Pipit who was looking at him.

 

Nearly breaking into tears, he clung to Pipit desperately, shoving his face into his senior's shoulder.

 

"Shhh... It's alright, I... I don't know what I did... But... I promise to never do it again, I swear." He smoothed Link's hair soothingly. At this, Link pulled away and put a hand on either side of the elder knight's face, his voice soft and low after many years of disuse.

 

"No. Please. Do it again," He pleaded, staring so seriously into Pipit's eyes it shocked him, then he opened his mouth once more, "Please, Pipit."

 

That was all Pipit needed.

 

His length was hard and at the ready as his lids drooped, eyes lust filled. Gazing upon the fairer man, he ever so gently lifted Link off of the floor, and to his bed, laying him cautiously upon his mattress.

 

"Does it hurt a lot?" A silent nod was Pipit's reply, "Then, I have something to help with that, if you'd like it." Another nod. Pipit left the bed momentarily, and returned with a bottle full of a dark green liquid.

 

"This is my own brew, it mixes the energy of stamina potion, with the healing effects of the heart potions. A perfect combination, if I do say so myself. You take it. I can always make more," He smiled softly as he handed Link the corked bottle, which he promptly opened and began to drink gratefully. Energy and power coursed through his system, cuts, scrapes, bruises and marks disappearing miraculously from his fair skin, leaving it smooth and unblemished. Link let out a hearty sigh as he felt his body return to homeostasis in a matter of minutes.

 

"But now we have a problem..." Pipit mumbled, Link raising an eyebrow in response, "See, now I'll have to make those marks /all over again/..."

 

Link's face went from rose to ember in the blink of an eye, and turned his face away to look down bashfully. Pipit just chuckled, "This time, I'll do it right. Promise."

 

Climbing onto the bed, Link turned away shyly, not used to these new feelings. Granted, he had always looked up to and longed after his senior, but he had never in a million years thought Pipit would return the same feelings, everyone had it out for him and Zelda. And didn't Karane have something for Pipit? He didn't want to get into the details of it, and when he looked back at the older knight's face, he knew then and there that this was what he wants, what he has always wanted, and with a sudden burst of energy and enthusiasm, threw his arms around Pipit's neck to drag the other to his body, their hard cocks rubbing against each other so perfectly they couldn't help but moan.

 

"Goddesses... Link, oh Goddesses..." Pipit crooned as he slid his shaft against Link's, the younger man whimpering softly in reply.

 

Link then pushed a slightly confused Pipit away, only to spread his legs promiscuously, his hands going to stretch open his already broken-in entrance, hard cock dripping slightly onto his chest. Pipit about had a heart attack at that very sight, a vein visibly bulging in his own very excited cock, then jumped the boy. He was on him in less than a second, teeth grazing over the beating flesh of Link's neck as the head of his cock probed Link's entrance. And when Link's legs wrapped around Pipit's waist to slide himself further onto his senior's cock, his mind left him as he thrusted into the other, that sweet, sweet sound of Link's strangled cries mixing with his own groans of pleasure.

 

Waiting only a few moments to properly let Link adjust, he began to thrust avidly into the now willing body, hands at Link's hips, teeth on his throat, cock filling his hole. It was just simply amazing, Link moaning out his name over and over again as his legs grasped him tighter around the waist, entrance contracting just perfectly around his cock that gave him the utmost pleasure. He let one of his hands fall from Link's hip to graze his nails over the other's nipple, rising a heated groan from Link's lips. Moving his head lower, he suckled and nibbled at the pert bud, Link's head thrashing back and forth at the feelings until suddenly his eyes nearly rolled back as he let out a hoarse cry. Pipit was momentarily startled at the change in Link's reactions, and wondered if something was wrong until Link spoke up yet again, "Do that... A-again," He replied shakily, moving himself up and down Pipit's shaft, trying to get the feeling again.

 

"This?" Pipit angled himself slightly and thrust in deep, Link's body spasming in reply. He repeated this action a few more times before Link's entrance abruptly clamped down on him, squeezing his cock in that wet heat.

 

"I... Cumming..." Was all Link could gasp before he came hard and fast onto his and Pipit's chest, Pipit soon following after as he thrust himself deep within Link to dump his seed heavily. After riding out his orgasm with a few more shallow thrusts, he pulled out and collapsed next to his new lover, wrapping his arms around him.

 

"Now that I think about it... We haven't even done this," Pipit stated, Link raising his eyebrow yet again in question until Pipit's lips were upon his, kissing him slowly, softly, sweetly. Link curled up to Pipit, and returned the kiss shyly, heart about ready to burst from his chest. When their kiss had broken, Link put his head upon Pipit's chest, sighing in content and closing his eyes.

 

"I love you, Pipit." He murmured before he drifted off.

 

"I love you too, Link. Forever. Promise." Pipit smiled and kissed him on the forehead before drifting off to sleep himself, he could afford to miss one night of patrolling.