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Patreon Compilation – Fic#351 – Ganondorf/Link – trans man Ganondorf; bareback fucking; impregnation kink; tsundere – I Don't Like You Like This
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 05:42:47 +0000 UTCGanondorf/Link – continuation of one of the monthly drabbles. The drabble is included in this so you don't have to go searching for it. Ganondorf is a super rich CEO and Link is the local farmhand that keeps thwarting Ganondorf's attempts at taking over Hyrule ranch and its expansive area.
They fuck often. :)
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Ganondorf’s hand shoots out as Link pulls the condom out. He wraps it around the young Hylian’s wrist in a tight, crushing grip. Link’s face twists slightly with the discomfort but other than that, he does not let on how much the massive man’s hand actually must hurt, grinding all the little bones together beneath his thick fingers.
He glances up at Ganondorf with mild curiosity, the shining foil of the condom packaging glinting between his fingers. His cock is already out, flushed pink and eager. Just like Ganondorf likes it. Why would he stop him, then?
The other is ranging over him, blotting out the light of his no-doubt immensely expensive desk lamp. His thick brows are pulled together. He looks displeased with Link but he doesn’t quite know why. Link hasn’t been in his office long enough to warrant any bad blood.
“Leave it off,” Ganondorf grunts roughly. “You will pull out before you shoot your load.”
Link frowns and Ganondorf’s expression becomes darker and more tumultuous. He would look a lot more intimidating if his dark skin wasn’t flushed with a furious blush and he wasn’t naked from the waist down. Only his expensive shirt and tie together with his fine suit jacket were still on his body.
Beneath, his pussy was naked and vulnerable, the lips already glistening wet with interest. Link can’t see it with the darkness cast between those massive thighs, but he knows because he’s fingered him just moments earlier.
They stare each other down. After a tense moment or two, Link shrugs his shoulders. Ganondorf lets go of his wrist and he tucks the condom back where it came from: his dirty jeans pocket.
Ganondorf looks pleased, albeit still flushed with embarrassment and eagerness. He doesn’t waste more time crawling onto Link’s lap. Link is sitting in Ganondorf’s immensely expensive chair but only because the million dollar CEO has unceremoniously pushed him in.
It’s a tight fit with the two of them despite the furniture all having been designed with Ganondorf’s impressive stature in mind, but he makes it work; squeezes Link’s skinny hips between his knees and hovers his dripping pussy above his cock. Link helpfully curls his fingers around the base and holds himself upright for the big man to sit down on.
Ganondorf exhales roughly, half of a little self-satisfied laugh hidden in there. His chin is against his collar bones, staring down his torso – covered in an exquisite suit – to watch Link’s dick underneath him.
“You will pull out,” he tells him again. It sounds absent-minded. All his brain functions already focusing on carefully dragging the sticky seam of his swollen pussy against the crown of Link’s cock.
Link grabs a hold of Ganondorf’s hip with one hand. Not because he thinks he can somehow make him move the way he wants to – he’s too damn massive for that – but because he needs something to hold on to as he gets teased with the unrelenting heat of Ganondorf’s core.
He wonders idly in the back of his mind how to let him know that it’s not on him whether he’ll pull out or not. He’s just curious to see where this is going… and he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t been dreaming about an opportunity to finally cream inside Ganondorf’s tight cunt.
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Because for all that Ganondorf is roughly twice Link’s size, his pussy feels constantly like it’s been made with his dimensions in mind specifically. It’s heaven. A tight glove for Link to sink into and have his eyes roll into his skull when the devastating grip on his cock eases his foreskin back and exposes his glans completely to the magma heat of Ganondorf’s body.
It’s torture in the sweetest possible sense. Link grits his teeth, brows furrowing, fingers digging bruises into Ganondorf’s hips as he immediately feels like his soul is being sucked out of his cock.
Ganondorf whines. All high and undignified in the back of his throat. Link tries not to grin at it; not to make any face that shows how self-satisfied he is whenever he can force those sounds out of the big man. Ganondorf is proud to an absolute fault and Link knows that he won’t wait to make him regret any perceived slight to his ego.
So instead of reacting to that sweet sound, Link closes his eyes and tries to breathe through the feeling of sticking his cock into a hot honeycomb. Ganondorf is the desert. His heat is searing along Link’s nerve endings. It feels like he is trying to suck every drop of moisture out of him cunt first and it does not help that he likes to put one of those large hands with the fat rings on his fingers around Link’s throat.
Link swallows to feel the mild restriction. He lets Ganondorf tip his head back against the expensive leather of his chair and blinks his bleary gaze open just enough to stare up at him.
He is gorgeous. A vision. His face large and intense, those intelligent eyes blazing beneath thick, rust red brows. Link wants to reach up and tangle his fingers into the mane of his hair. Get all those braids and little gaudy trinkets woven into it into disarray so the CEO has to sit for hours and groom himself like a cat. Get everything back into perfect order.
Give him something to loathe Link for hand hound him down again at the farm. Something so Link can kiss him and grope him and get him so worked up they have to fuck quick and dirty behind the barn with Ganondorf hissing about his expensive suit and shoes the whole time-
Ganondorf’s pussy ripples around him at the same time that his fist closes tighter around Link’s throat. There’s a delicious rush of panic throbbing in his temples as he instinctively tries to breathe and can’t.
His eyes snap open wider and he stares up at Ganondorf whose face is flushed but twisted in dismay.
“What are you thinking about,” the deep voice rumbles. His hips move finally after having adjusted himself to Link’s dimensions. Slow and careful; feeling it out like a virgin. Always like a virgin. Like the sweetest little thing having to relearn how to fuck. It makes Link feel unhinged.
“You are servicing me,” Ganondorf hisses. His thumb is digging into the tender space just underneath Link’s jaw, forcing his head even further back. “So you will only think of me.”
Link thinks he might have laughed if he’s had the air to do so. He is thankful for Ganondorf choking him because what on eart is that supposed to even mean? Does he think Link could think of anybody or anything else when his cunt is a molten glove suckling the life out of him?
Ganondorf is baring his teeth at him; large and white and more than ready to bite. Link knows. Oh Lord does he know how much this asshole likes to bite and claw and choke and just make every single encounter as rough and violent as it can get.
Link got all the bruises to show for it. His whole back is scratched up from the last time he managed to get Ganondorf on his back to fuck him into something at least resembling submission.
His toes are curling in his boots. He’s sweating. He wishes Ganondorf had let him get naked before forcing him down on the chair, but tonight he seems especially greedy for his dicking. There’s been a glint in his eyes the whole time and Link hadn’t quite been able to place it other than that it looked a little deranged and very hungry for cock.
Now he thinks he has a little bit of an understanding. You will pull out. Yeah. Sure. Link manages a trembling grin, his vision starting to go blurry.
Ganondorf finally has mercy and opens his fist. The rush of oxygen back into Link’s gasping lungs is nothing short of euphoric. His nerve endings are buzzing, his eyes vibrating in his skull, and he can’t help but fuck up into that slick cunt and hear it squelch around him.
Ganondorf must not have anticipated his sudden movement because he gasps, his wide chest expanding underneath his crisp shirt to a point that Link is worried the buttons are about to pop off.
The big man flails as if afraid he’s going to get bucked off, his hands clutching at the backrest of his own chair, his mouth hanging open and gasping. Link stares up at him. He has to crane his neck for that. Ganondorf is just so much bigger than him; and still his cock reaches deliriously deep, spearing into his soft, squishy insides and letting them take a hold of him.
Link slowly peels a hand off of Ganondorf’s hip and reaches up, grasping one of his meaty pecs through the tight, crisp shirt. The fabric is thin and Ganondorf has started sweating, making it all but see-through. The sight makes Link feel like he’s got kicked in the back of the head. There’s an electric jolt licking down his spine, so he arches it helplessly, gritting his teeth against the feeling of needing to come. Now. Just because he can see Ganondorf’s large, dark areola through his shirt. Just because he can see the fiery red of his chest hair through the transparent fabric and peeking out between the straining gaps of his valiant buttons.
Ganondorf hisses in a sharp breath. His nostrils are flaring, eyes sparking.
“You will not come!” It sounds like a demand but it is spoken like a plea.
Link’s mouth falls open. He needs to pant hot and gusty as he tries to grapple the orgasm tickling the base of his cock back into submission. Just then, Ganondorf – the absolute insane person that he is – starts to move again. Just lifts up and drags his plump, juicy cunt along Link’s pulsating cock before slamming himself back down again and making the chair rock precariously.
“You will not come,” he growls again, his voice bassy and rolling right through Link. He feels like he’s being enveloped by Ganondorf from all sides; hot and massive and entirely too oppressive. “You are bareback inside me, you can not… you must not-”
Ganondorf cuts himself off as he slams back down on Link’s cock, taking him right to the hilt.
Link groans; the sound prickles right out of his chest like static. His fingertips feel like they’re going numb as he tries to hold on to an absolutely inevitable orgasm. He can feel it already burning in his abdomen, and Ganondorf talking about how his cock is naked and unshielded buried inside his gripping, desperate cunt is certainly not helping.
The hand on Ganondorf’s pec grabs tighter, fingers digging into the flesh until it bulges in the space between them. His nipple is a hard, swollen nub right in the cup of Link’s palm. Sensitive and eager just like the rest of his slutty body.
Eager for the dicking. Eager for the breeding. No matter what shit he’s saying, he made Link not put on a condom. He made him sit down and offer himself up like a stud.
Ganondorf’s eyes are wide and wild. He’s staring down at Link; at his mouth; trying to copy the cadence and rhythm of his breathing. They’re both panting and their bodies are burning up and all Ganondorf can keep chanting is don’t do it, don’t do it, you don’t have permission don’t don’t don’t-
He’s bouncing fast enough to make Link feel like his hips are getting ground to dust beneath Ganondorf’s massive weight. He’s leaned forward now, practically burying Link underneath his bulk, stuffing his face between his fat pecs and sucking his cock into his cunt with decadent squelches of his hungry pussy.
Link can feel how every now and then he just nudges up against Ganondorf’s cervix. Blood is rushing in his ears. Everything sounds dull with his head buried in Ganondorf’s furry tits, and all he can hear is him begging to do it do it do it.
So he does. He curls an arm around Ganondorf’s waist and holds on tight, forcing him to keep sitting on Link’s lap, cock speared into his suckling, slutty pussy as deep as it will go when he starts to cum.
Hot ropes of it pushing out of his flexing, eager dick; no thin layer of latex catching them and shielding Ganondorf’s unprotected cunt from being impregnated.
He can hear Ganondorf roar above him. He sounds like a lion. He is struggling – but not enough. Because he doesn’t really want to get away. He doesn’t really want to pull off and have Link spit the last few dregs of cum onto his swollen, plump cunt from the outside.
No, he wants it all. He’s hungry for it. He comes for it, even; in hot, pulsing waves that make Link feel like there’s just not enough oxygen in the room.
He just knows Ganondorf will be furious once his brain goes back online… but that’s just the gorgeous part of their relationship: the angrier Ganondorf gets, the hotter the sex is.
