demon-lord-of-fabulous:

A soft hum of appreciation sounded from the lord as the youth finally gave up all signs of resistance, and seemed to accept his fate. Ghirahim was quite pleased…while he had no problem with a fun little struggle, he found it to be quite irritating after too long a time, especially in the rare instances when his prey believed it could actually win or even escape. 

The demon leaned down further, not bothering to say anything more, now that the boy had submitted. Instead, he sealed those tantalizing, quivering lips with his own ivory pair, enjoying the warmth and softness of the flesh beneath him. His hand continued to play and rub against the young man’s member, hidden as it was under the fabric. It likely would not be long before a bulge began to appear, and then the entertainment would truly begin.

He wondered if he should just take the poor hero in the middle of the floor, where they currently sat together. His bed was much more comforting and inviting, though…he had only just waken from such a long slumber, and he was not sure that he wished to lie on a mattress for some time yet. He supposed if this new victim of his was compliant enough, if he continued to be as amusing as he had been thus far, then Ghirahim might give him a little reward. After all, it would be painful, in any position, to copulate upon the gritty, rough, icy cold surface, especially for one so injured as Link was.

Ah, yes, these sweet injuries…the lord probably should have been at least a tad more careful, but the way the blood flowed from that soft flesh, pouring beneath those captivatingly defiant, storm-colored eyes…well, it had been quite worth the risk. Besides, none of the wounds had yet proved to be fatal, and that was all that mattered.

A warm puff of air exited through Link’s nose as Ghirahim pressed his raw, disgusting, carnivorous opening against his mouth. Settling for simply lying there compliantly, for the time being, the hero’s lips did not so much as move in response. Even though he kept telling himself to move away—-that he could still win. He wondered morosely if the new taste in his mouth from the demon was that of his own blood. His eyelids squeezed tightly to a close and he could have started gagging at the possibility. It was better not to think about that…

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demon-lord-of-fabulous:

To watch the gears slowly turning in that delightful little bumpkin brain was more than amusing, and Ghirahim watched with hungry patience as the boy weighed his options. When those words finally fell from those pretty lips, the demon responded only, at first, with a light chuckle. Ah, the naivety of youth…it would be so wondrous to rip that innocence from the young hero, of course, but for now, it served entertaining enough.

“Sweet boy…what other choices do you truly have?” The demon cooed as he finally allowed his dancing hand to rest, squeezing oh so softly at that (more than likely) virgin manhood that rested just beneath the layer of fabric. “I could very well be lying to you, or I could be telling the truth…either way, if you do not succumb to whatever I so desire, then, well…” He gave another soft laugh as his fingers clenched even tighter on that shoulder, his nails digging dangerously into the cloth of his tunic and, perhaps, even through a bit of skin, “I am afraid things most definitely would not end well for you.” He let his tongue slither out to lave along that delicious little pointed ear, taunting his prey further before continuing.

“If you trust in me, then you have, at the very tiniest least, a chance…oh mighty hero…” His words fell from his lips like fresh honey on a warm spring’s day, tantalizing and seductive, without the slightest warning of the bees waiting to sting nearby…

 “A… ah… “ Poured out of Link’s shuddering mouth.

He was frustrated, to say the very least. Weighing his options, or more so, his lack of, proved to be a bit difficult, especially with Ghirahim’s hands prying at him. The hero didn’t know whether to recoil or to try fleeing or maybe even biting at those hands. They were so close to him after all. It would be easy to let his primal instincts free, though the hero doubted they would have served him much better. Nothing else had worked so far.

The demon had presented these options to Link, but deep down the hero was aware that he had no actual choice in the matter to begin with. Perhaps that is what infuriated him most of all… aside from the insults and the injuries and the cold.

Another sigh passed through him before two eyes slowly blinked shut. The low, confident sounding voice whispering into his ear brought more shivers to Link’s already quavering spine. Link moved his hands for the first time since being pinned to Ghirahim, placing it onto the demons own, offering the appearance of submission and acceptance. It was as if that gesture were the final indication that he was completely trapped here.

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why didja leave me ; c ;

FIRST THERE WAS PICTURES OF A CAT NAMED MIDNA IN THIS TAG NOW THERE’S PICTURES OF A DOG NAMED MIDNA AND AHM JUST LIKE WHERE’S MY GIRLFRIEND?!!??!?! MIDNUH COME BACK!!!!

Friendly reminder that portraying same-sex love or romance or intimacy or anything as solely abusive is not very nice or representational of me as a gay person. [flower emoticon]

demon-lord-of-fabulous:

That playful, intimate hand fluttered its way down, creeping ever closer to that crotch area that was freed from chainmail, covered only in fabric that was so comparably delicate, so easy to rip and tear at, to expose the flesh beneath. Ghirahim paused his speaking for a moment to watch, to let the reality sink in to his poor victim’s fragile human brain, allowing his talented hand to speak for him. His fingertips graced the edge of the tunic, lifting it before slipping gracefully beneath, gently stroking around his crotch without actually stimulating it, or, at least, without applying pressure.

“Oh, but that is exactly what I mean…what do you say, hero?” He gave another laugh as he squeezed lightly at the shoulder in his other hand, either for reassurance or to remind the boy just how easily that hand could grasp his throat and snuff out his existence, “How badly do you need my mirror?” His hand moved even closer to its prize, though it still danced just around its edges. “Or…would it be much of a sacrifice for you? A warm body, a soft bed…a sip of pleasure you most certainly have only dreamed of before…” He leaned his face down closer, brushing his lips along a pointed ear, “Do you deny that you hunger for such wonders?”

The hero watched in anticipation as Ghirahim trailed a hand down along his frame. He couldn’t move; afraid that doing so would only allow that hand to actually grab at him, so he sat there completely still while trying to regulate the shivering breaths slowly rising up in his throat. Even then, having those menacing fingers lightly hovering over his body, it still made Link tense and uneasy. There was something fearful in the simple prospect of them grazing the very air by his skin.

The demon had made a point, quelling Link’s fleeting suspicions, but it wouldn’t stop here. For a few long seconds the goatherd balanced the actual possibilities in his head. Suppose that he did what Ghirahim had proposed… it couldn’t be worse than dying, now could it? But then again, Link had already underestimated the demon few times prior. How’s to say that this instance would be any different?

“…How do ah know you’re telling me the truth?”

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Wahh!! /puts shirt back on and hides

demon-lord-of-fabulous:

“Oh, but, my dear boy…” Ghirahim cooed, sliding his hand down to play with the material of his tunic, pushing his fingers against the strong chest beneath the fabric, rubbing against it teasingly while his other hand still held firmly onto the hero’s shoulders, supporting him on his lap. “You do have something…something that I want…” He chuckled softly as he watched that sigh fall from those slightly parted, shapely lips, which quivered with need. The hero reacted so enthusiastically to the slightest, lightest touches…the demon wondered if anyone had ever touched him in such a way before. Certainly, there would have been many who tried, with those wide blue eyes and pretty blonde hair, muscular physique and tanned skin. Even the lord was captivated by his lovely appearance.

He wondered, further, if the naïve youth even knew what two bodies could do together. If he really was a farmboy, as he seemed to be, then he must have assisted animals with births, or at least learned how young animals came into existence…right? The demon was not familiar with farms himself, but he knew there were animals involved, and where there were animals, there were, along with all their filth, always more animals to follow. Besides, the hero was an adult, or close to being one…surely, he had had the urges that all young men were plagued with…had his life been so sheltered that he did not understand what sex was?

Link felt a little bit relieved when the hand rubbing at his scalp pulled away, and though it had focused it’s attentions elsewhere the hero could now stare at the demon with a slightly clearer mind. The heavy chainmail wrapped around Link’s torso helped with that, but even then, he could still feel it, and, of course, he was still shaking with nerves and cold.

The man was tracing little patterns in his tunic with his hands and fingers. The hero watched as he did so, twitching slightly at the light touches despite himself. And in a brief flash Link began putting things together; the licking, the kissing, the prodding hands… but…  no matter how disgusting… that couldn’t have been what Ghirahim wanted. 

Could it?

“You… ya’ll don’t mean…” He might have been freezing, subdued, and half dead, but gentle Farore, Link wasn’t stupid. At least… he didn’t like to think that he was. 

me @ the club

/angrily rips off shirt and struts away

demon-lord-of-fabulous:

Whom did this boy believe he was fooling? It was obvious he enjoyed the touches Ghirahim gave him, but he still tried to avoid them, as though they burned him…the lord was convinced there was something more to this youth, something he had not cared yet to admit to himself. That shudder spoke loudly and clearly about what Link truly wanted, it seemed.

And the way he said those words…oh, Ghirahim would enjoy hearing that voice beg for something else in much the same manner, he was certain. He even found that the country drawl was growing on him…it was attractive, in its own way, endearing even. 

“Why would I do that, hero?” He let his hand tangle deeper into those locks, his fingertips brushing softly against his scalp in a manner that was certain to be sensuous, “What would you give me in return?” 

At this point, no matter what Link answered, the demon was sure he had him in his clutches. Now that he had something the hero wanted—or, better yet, he seemed to need it with quite some desperation—it was nearly definite that he would succumb. And if he still refused, well, Ghirahim could always take what he wanted…though, honestly, it would not be nearly as enjoyable.

His bottom lip quivered as Link tried to ignore the hand petting at his scalp. Though as much as he tried to restrain himself another airy sigh did manage to make it’s way past his lips. “I don’t… have n-nothing,” The hero turned his head away. Maybe it was just the canine in him responding the ministrations, or maybe it was the everlasting cold, but it was all quite strange to him. “Maybe ya don’t even want anything, maybe ya just want to kill me, that’s all, ain’t it,” Link said quietly, his words a little spacey.

demon-lord-of-fabulous:

Aw…this boy did not hide his feelings in the slightest. From the way he so desperately wanted to be touched, leaning into those gentle strokes against his flesh, despite the way he so vehemently protested with his words, to the way his eyes widened and he reached out hopelessly for his goal…it was all so honest, so endearing. Ghirahim found himself wanting the hero more and more, and he was so ecstatic to see that the youth fell further into his grasp with each passing second.

“Hmmm…I wonder,” he said in an almost sing-song voice before snapping his fingers and vanishing the hero’s prize away once more. “It does not matter…what does matter is the fact that I have it, and you do not…” The demon tilted his head playfully, sliding his hand back up to that soft face with those adorable cheeks, then into his golden hair that was incredibly silky, considering what a country bumpkin he seemed to be. 

“But you want it…don’t you? I can tell…”

Link’s gaping mouth closed with an audible snap as the Mirror disappeared from his sights. His eyebrows furrowed in anger while his lips turned into a hard-pressed line. He wasn’t about to let this Mirror get away from him—-not after it was so close! Did the demon not understand just how important it was for Link to obtain the artifact? He did seem misplaced, after all, just look at him: taunting Link with it like he was simply a child who didn’t want to share a shiny new toy.

The hero titled his chin down as he tried to evade the hand running down his face and hair. Could this man not keep his hands to himself for one second? Link felt jittery and violated, though it didn’t compare to what the demon had done to him earlier. The memory of Ghirahim licking his blood, his face, it still shook the young man.

“E…eh…” the rancher shivered “give it—give it to me…” 

demon-lord-of-fabulous:

The demon quirked an eyebrow, then gave a delightfully demented smile. He let his hand fall against the flesh on the hero’s throat again, stroking along it gently, as though to both remind Link of its presence and to falsely soothe him, while he raised his other in a graceful fashion, snapping his fingers and summoning the mirror shard he had found earlier, allowing it to float just above the both of him, spinning slowly, just out of reach.

“Is this the mirror you need?” Ghirahim asked in the same sickly sweet tone he had been using since Link had been (mostly) subdued. 

It made sense, he supposed, that a hero would be after such an artifact, one that was stuffed with dark, evil energy, evident by the black shadowy mist that surrounded it, by the magical call it whispered out even now, causing a smile to come to the demon lord’s face. The mirror was comforting to him, and he knew it made him more powerful, and he certainly would never give it up…but if he could convince Link it was a possibility, and if the hero truly needed it as he said he did…well, Ghirahim doubted he would be met with much more resistance.

Tingles ran down his spine as the demon began to stroke at his slightly bruising neck, like he was some kind of kitten. Link didn’t dare budge an inch, afraid that he would be pulled into another choking bind—-all it would take is just one flex of the demons fingers. The hero had even subconsciously begun taking slow, deep breaths.

When the object of his attentions, however, appeared right before his eyes just a few feet out of reach, Link couldn’t help but exhale a gasp of surprise, his mouth hanging open. There it was!! It was with the demon this entire time! The young man brought a quavering hand up—-after all of this hardship, it had been right beneath his nose. Looking at it now, Link felt the dark energy from the Mirror pulse around them. It made his head ache, and he pulled his hand away. It was better to leave it’s handling to those who could do so… not to say that his ambitions were torn.

“How did ya get that?!” he yelled, turning his wide eyed gazed back to Ghirahim.