The sun caressed the horizon in a brilliant orange dusk long before they made it to the Water Temple. Link knew that they wouldn't make it and he didn't relish the idea of looking for a hidden entrance in the middle of night. With a sigh, he tugged on Epona's reins and brought her to a halt.
“Oh, thank the temples,” Linkle moaned. She was up against his back, her arms around his waist with one hand on his thigh. Her small breasts ground against his back as she wiggled around on the saddle. “I haven't ridden a horse in a long time, my puss and cheeks are so sore.”
He had Epona circle until he found a small clearing, then leaned back to get Linkle's attention before pointing to the upturned rock that would make a perfect shelter and small spot that looked designed for a campfire.
She moaned. “Now if there was a small pond, it would be perfect.”
He grinned and pointed to the side where a stream formed a little waterfall before plunging into a small pond.
“Deal!” she chirped before sliding off. Walking a little bow-legged, she tugged up the back of her tunic to scratch her ass.
Link caught sight of her bare pussy from behind, pink from rubbing against the saddle, and grinned.
She turned and smiled at him. “Like what you see, Broth…” Her mouth worked silently as she gripped her left cheek, squeezing it to give him a view of her tiny starfish. She released it and her perk cheeks smacked together.
“You don't mind… if I don't call you ‘brother’ out here, do you? It feels kind of weird when Karasa isn't here.”
He shrugged before slipping off Epona.
“I only did it because it turns him on so much. He likes the idea of fucking twins, and he gets so hard when you whisper ‘fuck me, daddy’ right before he rams that thick cock into you.” Her fingers dug into her cheek, gripping it tight until her knuckles turned white. “Oh… so hard when you call him that, you know?”
Link gave her a long look.
Linkle slipped one finger against her sphincter before she released her ass. Her cheeks clapped again as she grinned. “Sorry, I forgot you don't talk. Actually, now that we are in private, I have to ask. Can you talk?”
Another shrug, then a nod. As far as he knew, Link had never said a word but somehow he knew that if he wanted to, the words would come. He just never had the desire to do so. Then a playful idea came to him and he held up one finger.
She did a double take. “Once? You can talk only once?”
He nodded with as serious of a face as he could muster.
“What happens? The world ends? You fuse the Triforce into one? You deafen everyone who hears your voice? Does your face melt off as you turn into a three-story tall mini-boss?” She grew more excited with every question.
He opened his mouth as if about to speak.
Her eyes grew wide.
Then he closed it with a snap and shook his head with a smirk.
Linkle stared for a moment, then gave him a mock glare. “Brat.”
He grinned as he pulled his pack off and set it on the ground. Digging into the bottom, he pulled out a stack of firewall and tossed it on the ground. It landed in a neat pile that only needed a flint and steel to light.
Linkle knelt down. “I'll get this. Any good food?”
As she lit the fire, Link pulled out ingredients from his pack: mushrooms, raw meat, salt, and spices. Tossing everything into a pair of bowls, he set them on the crackling fire.
She looked up from the flame. “Cooking was never an option for me, you know. I could never figure it out.”
In Link's journey before his fight with Ganondorf, he didn't remember a single time he ate on his own. Just endless hours of wandering back and forth. Then, something changed and the idea of cooking just clicked. It was something he didn't think about much, but then again, he rarely had company when he camped for the night.
“Something happens after the climax, doesn't it? It's all neat and orderly until you get to the end, then it blurs as if someone has their fingers in the pie and is just swirling different versions of you together. New skills, new ideas.”
She sighed. “Though, what I remember the most before was wars and battles. It wasn't until after that things got all mixed up and then…”
Linkle grinned as she ran her hand down her hand and between her thighs. Her small, delicate fingers pushed aside the bottom of her tunic to cup her bare sex. “… horny.”
Link hesitated as he thought about how Ganondorf had raped him in their final battle. Before then, sex had never crossed Link's mind while he worked his way through dungeons and temples, fought against countless opponents, and solved puzzles.
But, ever since he lost, sex had dominated almost every waking moment. He thought about the feel of the larger man's cock as it drove deep into his body or how he choked on it and felt warmth spread across his body. He reached up to tug on the collar around his neck, reminding him how good it felt to be submissive to Ganondorf.
“Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.” Linkle reached over with her other hand to tugged Link's tunic aside to reveal his own hardness. She took a few steps to sit down on a low, flat rock near the fire. With a sparkle in her eyes, she leaned back and spread her legs for him.
Link blushed as he admired her small pussy, the delicate lips starting to splay open with her growing excitement. He wondered what it would be like to have a close up of Ganondorf's cock sliding into. Then an image of flashed of both Linkle and himself embracing with his lover alternating which hole he was driving into.
She delved one of her fingers into her slit, moving up and down as she parted her lips and reveal the bright pink of her opening. “Are you thinking about some huge dick?”
He blushed and nodded.
“Me too, Karasa promised me a bokoblin gang-bang when I get back, something rough and hard.” She moaned louder as she jammed a second finger into her pussy and pumped. “He said he's going to have all of them cum all over me until I'm glazed and almost drowning. Then someone was going to lick it off me.”
Link's shaft grew harder. Droplets of pre-cum formed at the tip.
Linkle stared at him. “Come on, stroke it.”
He blushed hotly.
She hiked one leg up on the rock she was sitting on. Her tiny, pink pussy spread apart as she drew his attention to her fingers plunging into her sex. “Come on, I know you want to think about that huge shaft stuffing into your butt. I bet it feels so good when he drive it deep, slamming it home until his balls crush your little nuts.”
Link's breath came faster. His eyes flickered between her face and her fingers, even as his mind was reliving the times when he want bent over the edge of the mattress, ass up and Ganondorf's thick shaft forcing its way in.
His hand twitched.
“Go on, you know you want to do. You might not be able to talk, but I'm betting you can tell me a story about how it feels to have the king of Hyrule fucking that bussy of yours.”
Link glanced at the cooking pots. He had a few minutes. His other hand cupped his cock, the tiny length reminded him of the difference between his and his lover. His hand trembled as he wrapped his hand around it and strokes.
“Yes….” hissed Linkle. Her eyes were lidded as she pumped faster. “Does he touch it?”
A nod.
“It's so small, isn't it? Just a little twig compared that log of his. I've seen it in his pants when he's strolling around, it looked like a tree trunk.” Her fingers grew faster as splatters of her juices pattered onto the ground underneath her.
Link stroked himself faster as he nodded. A longing for the black shaft rose up and he let out a soft moan of his own. His shaft grew slicker and he pumped faster, sliding up to the tip of his length and then down to the base and back again.
“Is he rough with you?”
Link nodded, his cock surging as he thought about the times he was pinned against the bed with Ganondorf't thick cock pile-driving into his ass. He could almost feel the hard length that tore into his guts, dominating him.
His eyes locked on her, he backed up until his knees hit a rock opposite of hers. He sank down while spreading his legs like her, lifting one up as he lowered his other hand to tease the skin between his balls and his clenching asshole.
With a gasp, Linkle nodded. “That's it. Show me where he fucks you. Show me how hard he gets.”
Encouraged, Link gathered up lubrication from his pre-cum and used it to ease one finger into his tight asshole. Sparks of pleasure danced along his nerves as he fingered himself slowly until the opening relaxed and then faster.
“Harder,” came the encouraging whimper. “I bet he's so much rougher than that.”
Link stared into her eyes as he obeyed, driving his finger deeper and faster. As soon as he thought he could, he added a second finger. He hadn't given his hole enough time to adjust and it hurt a little as he forced it in; a groan of pleasure and pain slipped from his lips as he forced his fingers.
“Oh fuck, that's hot.” Linkle used her other hand to do the same, but with her fingers almost dripping from her juices, she easily jammed two fingers into the tight star of her asshole. Soon she was pumping two digits into each hole, pounding them as her knuckles smacked against her flesh.
She threw back her head and let out a cry of pleasure. Her toes curled as she came on her fingers, squirting into her hand before it came splashing down onto the ground.
Link panted as he pumped harder. He needed more, he needed to feel it hurt. With his eyes locked on hers, he worked another finger into his ass and plunged deep into it, driving three knuckle deep into the clenching hole as he pumped his cock.
Opposite of him, Linkle wasn't done as she continued to finger herself. Her thighs glistened with her first orgasm but she added a third finger into each hole as she balanced on her seat. The wet slurps of her strokes were loud in the campsite as she worked herself into a second, squirting orgasm.
Link didn't have her rapid-fire trigger but he was close. He slipped his hand off his cock to cup his balls, clamping down on them as he fingered his ass roughly, almost violently.
Linkle added a fourth finger into her pussy, curling her hand into her cunt with her strokes as she struggled to fit another finger into her stretched ass. “Come on, get it in there. Stretched that bussy of yours.”
Trembling, Link worked a fourth finger into his ass. The ring of muscles squeezed painfully around his fingers as he jammed against the nub of pleasure inside, hammering against it as he ground his balls tight in his other grip.
His legs shook as he struggled with balance with one foot braced against the ground and other spread lewdly to give her a view of his strained sphincter and his plunging fingers.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” she moaned. Her small tits shook underneath her tunic as she pounded her box and asshole with her four fingers. Her lips parted as she bit the tip of her tongue. “Come for me. Please, show me how you come when he destroys your ass.”
Link had to close his eyes as he focused on the memory of Ganondorf's cock tearing into him, pounding harder and faster with unceasing fury. He could almost see the red Triforce glowing as he was driven into the mattress, barely able to breathe as his entire world focused on being dominated. Splatters of his pre-cum splashed onto his palm, but he kept his one hand mauling his testicles and the other forcing his ass.
Across from him, Linkle came again in a splash of her girl juices. Then, even as it was still spraying out, she jammed her thumb into her cunt and shoved hard. Her lithe body twisted as she let out a guttural moan. The thick part of her hand slowly slipped into her straining pussy, stretching her nether lips into thin lines before popped in.
She let out a scream in a wordless cry of passion. Her back arched, straining her arm as she tried to come while she was pinned in place.
One violence spasm tore through her and she lost her balance. Eyes wide, she slipped off the rock and slammed back.
The spray of her orgasm arched into the air, splattering rock and ground as it rained down on her.
Seeing her being soaked by her own cum pushed Link over the edge. He let out a groan of his own as he came. Ropes shot out of dick and splattered across his chest and face. The burning, wet brands blurred his vision as he pumped his four fingers into his clenching hole.
He lost himself in his pleasure until he wsa gasping for breath. With a moan, he pried his fingers out of his stretched hole and looked down at his twitching cock. Thick dribbles of cum ran down his length and there was a puddle soaking into the ground.
On the ground, Linkle let out a squeal of laughter. She muttered “shit” as she twisted her body, pulling hard on her hands until the both popped out of her gaping holes. She only took a heartbeat to look at her dripping fist before she sucked on her fingers.
Link watched her with a smile on her lips.
Linkle pulled her fingers free. “We're both sluts, aren't we?”
He looked at his hand and then shrugged.
Linkle hopped up on her feet and smeared her juices across her thighs. She grabbed her tunic and ripped it off, tossing it onto the rock. “Yeah, you're a cock slut. I'm going to jump into that water, I don't want to smell my cunt while I'm eating.”
He raised an eyebrow.
She wiggled are bare ass as she crawled up on the rock toward the pond. Both her pussy and asshole were gaping, giving him a view of her pink insides. On the far side, she looked back. “Not that I don't mind a little pussy sweetness, but I'd rather some big cock's cum for seasoning. Know what I mean?”
Link watched her slip through the bushes before he dug into his pack for a cloth to clean himself off. He knew he would get into the water soon or later, but he could almost imagine a timer over the pot indicating that he wouldn't have time.
Just as he got his hands on his cloth, a sense of danger washed over him. He focused on his peripheral vision until he caught movement. Snapping his head up, he saw Sheik rushing toward him.
Reflexes honed from days of fighting responded before he was fully conscious of the charging warrior. He threw his backpack to block Sheik and then rolled back.
Even though the man had his face covered with a mask, there was fury in Sheik's eyes. Instead of a sword, the warrior had a golden harp but he wielded it like a weapon. The edge made a whistling noise as it sliced through the air, narrowly missing Link by inches. The edge was sharp, a blade.
Link surged to his feet and jumped back. His bare soles thudded on the ground as he skipped around the fire.
Sheik followed after him without a word, slashing wildly. His movements were fluid and graceful but the blows kept missing by only inches.
More than once, Link mistimed his dodge. He flinched expecting a blow but the slash never connected.
Sheik kept hounding him, chasing him around the fire and up on the rocks. Both of their steps were nearly silent except for the scuff of feet and the whistle of the bladed harp. Link wasn't going to call out and Sheik had no intent of drawing attention to himself.
As they circled around the fire, Link glanced at the bushes. He could draw Linkle's attention.
Sheik's blade nearly cut Link's throat.
Link flinched. Inwardly, he berated himself for not paying attention to his opponent. He had been cut more than a few times, if Sheik was a little more skilled….
He gasped as he realized that he was being missed on purpose. Sheik was a competent fighter, no way he would have been short so many times in a row.
To test his theory, he steeled himself for a blow and deliberately mistimed a dodge. This time, he watched Sheik's attack, watching as his muscles flexed and the warrior lurched to the side to cause the sharp edge of his harp to miss by less than an inch.
Confident he wasn't in danger, Link focused less on avoiding Sheik's blows and took the time to inspect his opponent.
In the light of the fire, Sheik's appearance looked more androgynous than he expected. He had more of a curve to his hips that Link remembered and his center of gravity was lower than expected.
For the briefest of moments, Link wondered if he had misgendered Sheik from their initial encounter. But then a blow got close enough that it sliced through Link's hair and he realized he had to pay more attention; even if Sheik was missing on purpose, there was always a chance a spoiled blow became a killing one.
Link had to stop the fight. He dodged underneath one blow and then stood up straight as Sheik pulled back for another attack. He held himself in place as he stared directly into the brilliant blue eyes of his attackers.
The sharp edge of the harp came down.
Only to stop just shy of his skin.
Link glared up at the much taller warrior.
Sheik's jaw worked underneath their mask. Then they reached out to grab the front of Link's tunic. “Why are you still helping him!?” The disguised voice couldn't hide the anger behind the words.
Link shrugged.
“He raped… you!” Somehow, Sheik's voice was somehow quiet while screaming into his face.
Link stared into the blue eyes, then shrugged again. Inwardly, his mind caught on the pause. Was there something else Sheik wanted to say, something that they didn't want to reveal?
A low growl. The blade wavered as Sheik's hands shook. “You should know better than this. I've heard what's he done to you! He's a monster and a rapist. He is evil and you know it!”
Link sighed and nodded.
“Then why are you saving him!?”
He had spent much of the last few days thinking about his reasons for coming to the temple. For every desire he had to rescue Ganondorf, he could come up with two to let the Gerudo to his fate. While Link couldn't save Hyrule with his own sword, it appeared that Sheik had succeeded where Link had failed.
But Link still felt drawn to rescue Ganondorf. He couldn't tell if it was emotions he felt for his rapist and captor, or just a desire to do the right thing. All he knew was that saving the other man was important. Link just couldn't tell if it was important for some greater destiny or important for the longing he felt in his heart.
Sheik's weapon wavered and their eyes watered. “Damn it. I've seen that look. Don't do it, don't do what I… others did. He makes you do things, things that break you.” Their voice cracked. “You hate it and fight. but then he keeps making you do it, again and again.”
A tear ran down Sheik's cheek before it disappeared behind the face mask. “Before you know it, you want it as much as he did. Then you can never escape him. Even if you get away, you want to go back.”
The harp wavered.
He focused Sheik's eyes, watching as they watered.
Then the warrior wiped their face. “But this time I put away that monster for good. There is no chance the temple boss will escape. No one else is going to get hurt, just him.”
Link could feel the hurt and anger that Sheik felt, though it wasn't clear if Sheik or someone they loved had been abused by Ganondorf. No doubt, Ganondorf wouldn't remember hurting Sheik either, he was cruel to everyone and had a history of torture and pain. That was the entire reason that he had quested across Hyrule to defeat him.
But, for the darkness in Ganondorf's heart, there was also some brightness: the bouts of tenderness, the look in his eyes when the compassion bubbled up and real emotions rose to the surface.
Link wanted to see more of the good side of Ganondorf. Not just for himself, but he felt that something good could come of it. He blinked slowly and focused on Sheik before shaking his head.
Sheik's jaw tightened. “Don't save him.”
He cocked his head.
The Sheikah got a better grip and shook their head. “I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but if you free him, you will become my enemy as much as him. I won't hesitate to end you if I have to.”
Link nodded.
The harp wavered. Blue eyes shimmered. “W-Why? You know he's evil. He's cruel to everyone. Brutal. A murderer.”
He nodded again. He knew but it was also wrong to leave Ganondorf to whatever fate Sheik had inflicted. There had to be a way to do both, to save Hyrule and Ganondorf.
Sheik's eyes widened, reflecting a flickering green glow. It was Link's fragment of the Triforce. They stepped back and shook their head. “You're just like him, a monster who is going to destroy us all.” There was bitterness in the warrior's voice.
Whipping up their harp, Sheik ran their fingers along the strings in rapid succession. It was an eleven note song too fast for Link to follow.
A golden glow surrounded the warrior as motes of bright light swirled into a column of brilliance. Their body grew brighter, shining from the inside.
For the briefest of moments, he saw an outline of a slender woman underneath the fabric.
Then darkness as Sheik disappeared in a puff of sparkles. The tiny sparks of light drifted down like embers, fading before they touched the ground.
Link held himself still for a moment, then relaxed. He glanced over to his cooking pot with only seconds before it was about to burn.
Rolling his eyes, he moved it off the flame.
Linkle, wearing nothing at all, pushed her way through the bushes as she dried her long, blonde hair with a small towel. A few droplets of water glistened of her perk breasts and trailed down her body. “Oh, that felt good.”
Link wondered if he should let her know about Sheik but dismissed it. He gave her a smile even as his mind tugged with the doubt that he wsa doing the right thing.
She sat down. “Oh, that smells fantastic.”
He nodded and poured her a bowl of the steaming stew. Handing to her, he served himself and then sat down to think about his choices. He was putting the fate of Hyrule in the morning and there was a chance that he was freeing a monster far worst than the forest temple into the world.