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Extension For September 2025 Drabble #2
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Part 2 (This Part)
Ganondorf/anon Hylians – Ganondorf gets used for all he's worth by some Hylians who broke into Gerudo palace.
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“You will not touch me,” Ganondorf hisses, twisting his hips away and trying to get out from underneath that single hand that has dared to place itself on his person. “I will kill you all if you do not come back into the pit that you’ve crawled out of this instant!”
There’s an uncomfortable quiet behind him. None of the men that have made their way into Gerudo Town have yet come even into his field of vision. They are annoyingly careful. He balls his hands into fists, rotating them in the cuffs of the pillory to see whether or not the Captain of the Guard had maybe failed to properly close the contraption. Alas, like the past hundred times he has tried, the pillory holds firm. Firm as the hand that is still on his hips, following around his squirming and only becoming firmer.
“Guys. I know. Just… Glik, go and stand post at the entrance over there. We need to be careful. Fuck. Fuck, guys, he’s gorgeous!” He can hear the rustle of fabric and suddenly a length of it is wrapped over his head and then across his mouth.
Ganondorf’s eyes go wide, breath hitching. He tries to throw his head like he had attempted to wriggle his way out from underneath the touch of the hand, but it is equally as futile. A second later, he is successfully gagged, his angry snarls muffled into what he assumes to be some kind of bandana against the unforgiving desert heat.
Fingers creep underneath the sash of his high-waisted harem pants and pull down. There is no resistance. There is no underwear, either. Just him covered for decency one second and exposed to the cooling desert air and the gazes of an undeterminable amount of outside men the next.
Ganondorf feels like he is about to burst a vein in his forehead. He keeps growling, twisting, attempting pathetically to squeeze his legs together – but the damage is already done, isn’t it?
He can hear their voices; low and rough and fascinated at the sight of his plump cunt all but jutting out between his muscular thighs.
“Fuck, that’s…”
Someone touches him. Cool, thick fingers drag right along the seam of his peach until roughly the middle where they spread themselves apart, and him in the process too. His innermost secrets are exposed to their gazes, his heart thumping fast in his chest as he feels another set of fingers sliding right through the soft, slippery inside of his pussy; down, and forward, and-
He hisses. And the men behind him echo the sound as the fingers bump into his clit; swollen and fat from the testosterone in his veins. His ears are rushing with his own blood, sweat starting to bead along his hairline.
“Fuck, look at that… he’s got a cock.”
“Looks damn juicy.”
“Y’ mind if I get a taste, gentlemen?”
“Shit, by all means… he’s already getting wet, boys. Got a regular slut on our hands.”
“Yeah, shit. Chief of the Gerudo, huh? More like Whore of the Gerudo, amiright?”
They laugh at the godawful joke. If it could even be considered such. Ganondorf’s vision whites out with anger, the pillory creaking as he tenses his muscles and attempts once more to break free with simple brute strength.
He’s going to kill them. Kill them all. He’s going to-
Oh.
His breath hitches in his throat, an involuntary little whimper caught in the gag when he feels first hot breath and then hot, slippery suction around his clit. His eyes roll into his skull, sturdy hips jerking and awkwardly fucking downward against the warm mouth that is sucking on him.
They laugh again. Still, none move around the pillory so that Ganondorf can even see their faces.
“Fuck, look at him go… he’s so sensitive.”
“Maybe he’s… y’know…”
“...Ohmygoddess, do you think he’s a virgin??”
“I mean… if he’s really that Chief of the Gerudo, I’m damn sure they’re sheltering him from everyone and everything. When would he even get the chance to play with cock?”
“Shit, that’s so… so…”
Ganondorf clenches his eyes shut tightly when the mouth on his clit becomes even more intense. He can feel the gentle, blunt press of the edges of teeth against him and there’s just that little sizzle of fear that makes it feel that much more intense once they slide away and they are replaced with a hot, slippery tongue.
Hands are gripping his cheeks and spreading him open wide. Letting these insignificant vermin look at all his secret places to their hearts’ content.
He balls his hands into fists again, feeling his blood pumping magma hot through his veins. It’s hatred, he tells himself. Pure and unadulterated hatred. It has nothing to do with the mouth on his clit sucking like a babe on its mother’s teat and making his massive thighs start shaking.
It definitely doesn’t have anything to do with how they are talking to each other in hushed voices about his body while someone starts touching his… his…
“Fuck, his asshole’s tight too. You think he’ll cry if we fuck him here?”
“I mean… maybe? Don’t be so crass, dude. Come on, he’s already offering up his other hole. Don’t be greedy, okay?”
Ganondorf digs his teeth into the rag they stuffed into his mouth. He is not offering anything. Other than his never ending hatred, that is. He is going to rip their heads off after flaying the skin off their bones for even entertaining the thought of being good enough to touch him. To touch him of all people.
Another gentle pet over his desperately flexing hole and his cheeks are let go again. The mouth vanishes from his clit just as heat and tension starts to coil in his lower abdomen and his knees try to convince him that they would like to go nice and soft and desperate. Would like to capitulate and fuck his engorged clit against the intruding Hylian’s tongue and maybe get himself off-
“Alright, men. Say ‘thank you’ like good boys to our generous host. If I’d only known, I’d’ve brought a gift basket or something.”
Ganondorf’s breath hitches as his hips are grabbed and something warm and blunt starts sliding along his gash.
“Fuck, he’s wet.”
“Course he is, he loves this. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Shh, shh. Shh be quiet, I need to focus- oh fuck…”
As the Hylian cock starts breeching him, Ganondorf’s eyes start to roll up into his skull. The hatred in his veins explodes. He feels like his blood is boiling, his muscles immediately clenching hot and unforgiving around the intrusion.
Sucking it deeper in. A grasping, desperate mouth on a cock, pulling and pulling and pulling-
“He’s dragging me in!” the Hylian intruder whimpers.
They can both feel the negligible resistance of Ganondorf’s hymen being gently yet ruthlessly pushed apart by the swollen glans.
“I did it!” the Hylian whimpers, high-pitched. Ganondorf whimpers too. He hides it in the spit soaked rag. His belly feels liquid. There’s a pressure in his abdomen like he has to piss and his knees suddenly feel very very weak after all when he thinks he might do so right in front of these men.
He’s being fucked. Slowly. Gently. It’s almost worse than them ruthlessly taking their fun because like this? He can feel that stifled orgasm from earlier come back with a vengeance. His pussy feels tender and achy and it only feeds into the need to awkwardly bounce his hips and fuck himself on the Hylian’s cock.
There’s white noise filling Ganondorf’s ears when he comes on this stranger’s dick like a well-trained whore. He thinks they might be saying something. Maybe they’re jeering about their accomplishments.
Before he can really figure out what happened, the first man has pulled out and a second has taken his place. His cunt feels swollen to double its size, the channel shrunken down or something because that’s the only reason he would feel the second intrusion even more intensely than the first, he thinks. He believes. He’s not all that sure, his insides are squirmy little worms, hot and out of his control and his brain feels mushy.
He’s open for free use, he finally realizes. The night has only just begun and he knows from experience that none of the guards will bother coming to check on him before the early morning hours. He could try making a ruckus even through the sopping gag in his mouth, but then they would find him fucked stupid by a bunch of horny Hylians and he can’t have them see that. He can’t.
He’s going to be the leader of their people and he simply can not-
The second comes before he does and he feels for the first time how a cock kicks inside his clenching, desperate pussy, even if he can’t feel the hot ropes of cum being left deep inside his channel.
Instead he is primed for the third, ready for it, the small of his back hot and loose and tilting his pussy toward them because he’s coming as soon as the third slides home and makes him see stars.
Hatred. He’s feeling hatred. He’s pretty sure. He thinks. At least.
