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He could feel and almost smell the musk of his balls beneath his loincloth. Switching his leg, Ganondorf grunted, causing the Gerudo assigned as his guard to salute and run off to fetch the prisoner. It was hot, unbearably so, on the sand. The sky overhead was clear, the sun a white hole in it. He was standing at the edge of a Gerudo outpost, telescope in hand. When he was no longer being watched he used the other hand to rub under his balls for a few seconds, slow at first, then more vigorously once the sweat worked itself onto his fingers. A small grunt – almost a sigh – escaped him as he pressed into that dense and thick but warm pleasure center, relieving himself of the itch and stick of his sweaty undercarriage. He had done this in front of his women many times – had no problem with it – but had been agitated after the guard shared the latest word from the barracks attached to the Gerudo outpost two miles south. Link. Two miles south, captured by his captain, being carried here in a locked barrel at that very moment. Ganondorf’s heart thudded when he had heard those words and it did so again now, at the thought. Finally. This bratty, chaotic little twerp – this orphaned, childish, endlessly *lucky* fairy boy was his to do with as he pleased. The thudding of his heart felt like fear, almost. He laughed at the thought. No, the boy was his. There was no way he was going to wriggle out of his grasp this time.
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The King was upset. Doing his best not to show it, as a good king should, he fought to relax the grimace working its way down his face.
“You’re sure?”
“Certainly. He was seen sneaking into the outpost, and he has not been seen coming out . We have no reason to believe he wasn’t captured.”
The Sheikah informant’s eyes were covered by the light of her cowl but she was looking intently at him. Her figure was hidden behind a shawl clasped together with the symbol of the Sheikah, in gold. *This one is different*, he thought. *She is hiding something. They all are, with their secrecy and planning, but her especially.*
“Very well. Speak with my guard captain on the way out and he will arrange your payment. What is your name?”
For a second it looked like she smiled, but she suppressed it quickly. “Your highness knows the Sheikah do not share personal details. We are here to serve the people of Hyrule.”
“Am I not the people?”
Another smile, more obvious this time. “Of course, your majesty. Serving you is how we best serve the people. I am simply not worthy of your majesty’s attention. My life is for the Sheikah. Anything else is simply a distraction.”
Her words nudged him into the awareness that he was, indeed, distracting himself instead of dealing with the matter at hand. He bridled at being so subtly chastened but was taken, more, with the effect her words had on his mood. She was interesting. It uplifted him. But he had work to do.
“I understand. Thank you for your time, you may go.”
As she turned to leave he felt a strange compulsion rise up in his chest and said “Wait. Turn around.”
She did, obediently, the same way any Sheikah would.
“Please remove your shawl.”
She hesitated. “Your majesty?”
The compulsion had settled under his tongue and pushed his words out slowly and forcefully.
“Remove your shawl. I have need of your appearance.”
She lowered her head. “Your majesty, you honour me with your words, but doing so would set me apart from my sisters. I have need of their…I have need of them.”
King Rhemus of Hyrule spread his legs so that they spilled over the seat of his throne. The dense, red fur of his robe fell to the side. Outlined amidst the white of his leggings was the shape of his manhood, not hard but still straining against the fabric. He saw her look at it and felt it throb in response.
“I will speak with them. Remove your shawl so that I may understand who the Sheikah are.”
She looked again to his crotch, the audacity of it, her king, displaying himself like this to her. For her. She felt hot all over and was unable to make sense of it. She did what he asked. Hesitating only for a moment when she felt the cool touch of her clasp, she unhooked its parts and let the shawl sink to the ground in a flutter. As it did, she smiled at him.
The Sheikah were known for the iridescence of their uniforms. Light played off the material in fascinating ways, altering the colour from deep purple to navy, or seeming to. Rhemus appreciated the soft light falling from the stained glass windows onto her bodysuit, which highlighted the small curve of her breasts. Her hips were as wide as her stance was assured. She did not try to hide. She continued to look from his eyes to his growing erection, and back again. “Good,” he murmured. “It’s best that you listen to me.” His hand came to rest on the upper half of his penis, the palm of his hand pressing into the head. He sighed.
“You may go. Leave the shawl with me.”
She paused for only a second – recalibrating – before turning again to walk from the room. She kept her head down, but he knew that she was confused.
So was he, if he was being honest with himself. His curiosity towards the Sheikah had been present but never this urgent. He had been overcome with the desire to see her body, and surprised himself by telling her to remove her shawl. It was as if the voice were not his own, though he did relish in the sight of her. What was this change within him? He was still distracted with the idea that something about her was different but – and this was a train of thought he was used to following – he had work to do. But the smile she flashed at him lodged itself into his mind’s eye. It was only when she crossed the threshold out of the throne room and started down the steps, the light of the afternoon sun shimmering off the big, round shape of her ass, did he realize that right before she turned to leave she, too, was struggling to suppress an erection.
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