Beginning
Title: Beginning
Pairing/Characters: Gannon, Link, Zelda (Characters by Nintendo)
Warnings: Rating - R (I'm saying R to be on the safe side, and I warn you, there is rape here)
Notes: I don't know what part of my mind these Zelda fics come from. I swear, I love the games and Link is like a God to me. But somehow, I end up writing these things...
She pulled away and slapped him. His hand shot out immediately, catching a fistful of her hair and forcing her down to her knees. She glared at him, hatred in her eyes. But not fear. Yet.
“You can have anyone else. They’d all take you. Why not go to their beds?” She spat the words, tried to pull away. She could not. He grinned slowly, feeling the lust dig it’s claws deeper into him. He didn’t want a willing partner. He wanted a fight. He wanted a struggle, and for her to realize she was destined to lose. She seemed to see something different in his face at that moment, and he could see the fear start to creep in.
He pulled her to her feet, and pushed her into the nearby table. He tore away her pants, her blouse, easily keeping her where he wanted her. His fist found her hair once again and he forced her to bend over the table. His free hand unbuckled his belt, pulled himself out, and slammed into her violently. She sobbed, and still she fought him. It only excited him more. He yanked her head back, bringing her neck to his mouth, and he bit her, drawing blood. She cried out in pain and he pumped even harder, squeezing one of her breasts in his hand so hard he would leave claw-like scratch marks on her smooth skin later. He came into her violently, pushed inside her a few more times, then threw her forcefully away from him. He walked away, arranging his pants and licking the blood from his lips.
At the moment the man from the desert climaxed, a baby was born. The mid-wife looked at the baby in her hands and turned white. She laid it by it’s mother and prayed that her long life would end peacefully, long before the little girl she’d just delivered hit puberty.
As the princess was born, so was another. His mother died instantly, joining his father in the after-life. The infant did not cry.
Pairing/Characters: Gannon, Link, Zelda (Characters by Nintendo)
Warnings: Rating - R (I'm saying R to be on the safe side, and I warn you, there is rape here)
Notes: I don't know what part of my mind these Zelda fics come from. I swear, I love the games and Link is like a God to me. But somehow, I end up writing these things...
She pulled away and slapped him. His hand shot out immediately, catching a fistful of her hair and forcing her down to her knees. She glared at him, hatred in her eyes. But not fear. Yet.
“You can have anyone else. They’d all take you. Why not go to their beds?” She spat the words, tried to pull away. She could not. He grinned slowly, feeling the lust dig it’s claws deeper into him. He didn’t want a willing partner. He wanted a fight. He wanted a struggle, and for her to realize she was destined to lose. She seemed to see something different in his face at that moment, and he could see the fear start to creep in.
He pulled her to her feet, and pushed her into the nearby table. He tore away her pants, her blouse, easily keeping her where he wanted her. His fist found her hair once again and he forced her to bend over the table. His free hand unbuckled his belt, pulled himself out, and slammed into her violently. She sobbed, and still she fought him. It only excited him more. He yanked her head back, bringing her neck to his mouth, and he bit her, drawing blood. She cried out in pain and he pumped even harder, squeezing one of her breasts in his hand so hard he would leave claw-like scratch marks on her smooth skin later. He came into her violently, pushed inside her a few more times, then threw her forcefully away from him. He walked away, arranging his pants and licking the blood from his lips.
At the moment the man from the desert climaxed, a baby was born. The mid-wife looked at the baby in her hands and turned white. She laid it by it’s mother and prayed that her long life would end peacefully, long before the little girl she’d just delivered hit puberty.
As the princess was born, so was another. His mother died instantly, joining his father in the after-life. The infant did not cry.