The Corruption of Zelda

A dark laugh filled the room as the messy, delirious princess lied before the calamitous spirit. She could not see nor hear any discernible figure or voice, but his presence was there. She could feel it and its primal nature choked her, the corruption evident in the room. Zelda struggled to stand, though stand she did, albeit on shaky feet. Raising her hand into the air, she tried to conjure up magic, only for her wrist to be caught by a dark purple tentacle. The weak princess gasped as it gripped her arm, though she was less than thrilled when more tendrils bound her other limbs.

She was pulled up towards a dark haze only to come face to face with a truly horrifying creature. Its face was distorted and looked less than human as it had taken on the form of an amalgamation of evil and machinery. I tongue shot out from its horrid mouth and licked Zelda's face, causing her to cringe as she struggled in futility. Another tendril approached her face and prodded at her lips. Having learned from last time, she sealed her mouth tight. This was short-lived, however, as another tentacle wrapped around her neck, constricting her breathing. She couldn't help but gasp for air and give the monster an opportunity to enter her. Its plan having worked perfectly, a tentacle entered her lips and immediately expelled some sort of liquid. Zelda knew exactly what it was though - it was corruption; it was a part of Ganon. However, in her weakened state, she couldn't resist and drank it down. She could feel it permeate not only her body, but her mind as well. Her irises flickered purple as the corruption began to take root. It continued to pump this liquid into her, clouding her mind and reshaping the Light of Hyrule into its dark bride.

Sensing an opportunity, several tentacles poked and entered her lower entrances, filling every hole. Zelda screamed against the tendril in her mouth, but it sounded more like pleasure than fear. However, with **** but to accept the tentacles and to drink down the ever-flowing liquid, she took it as they took her. Zelda's hips inadvertently bucked against the intruders as the roughly took her. By now, the corruption had taken a hold of her. Zelda's once pure gaze had been replaced by a lustful, wanting, empty glare as she stared into Ganon's eyes. A sadistic laugh filled her mind as she was ravaged over and over again. Yet, she felt no pain. The corruption sustained her. It fed her. It kept her alive. She knew that there was no turning back. She could no longer live without it. Any thoughts of defeating Ganon were now gone. Zelda had lost.

For the next hundred years, Zelda was trapped by Ganon in a cycle of pleasure. The energy and power of the goddess fed him and he grew more powerful with each passing day, amassing a larger army and spreading his reach across the land. By the time Link had awoken, the land was already cast in an eternal darkness. All the women of the land shared a similar fate to Zelda, **** to become either virile slaves to their master, or breeding stock to the beasts of the fields. Link, just like the many men before him, was soundly defeated. It was truly the end.