Twilight Princess Zelda

The auditorium's already thick atmosphere became almost suffocating as the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome a royal guest from a distant realm — Princess Zelda of Hyrule!"

A flash of golden light materialized at center stage, and when it dissipated, Princess Zelda stood bewildered on the podium. Her regal attire — an elaborate violet and white gown with gold trim, the royal family crest emblazoned across her chest — seemed oddly formal against the debauched backdrop of the previous acts. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her pointed ears twitched in confusion.

"Wh-where am I?" Zelda's voice carried the dignified tone of royalty, though it wavered with uncertainty. She scanned the audience, her eyes widening as she took in the leering faces. "What manner of dark magic brings me to this place?"

The host approached with a microphone. "Welcome, Your Highness! Don't be alarmed—you're just here to answer some questions from your most devoted fans. They're dying to know the secrets behind that prim and proper facade."

Zelda's delicate brows furrowed. "I demand to know the meaning of—" She suddenly stiffened, her protest dying on her lips as an invisible **** seemed to take hold.

A portly man with greasy hair and thick glasses stumbled onto the stage, wheezing from the exertion. His stained t-shirt stretched obscenely over his protruding belly. "I've been waiting for this moment for years," he panted, already fumbling with his belt. "Always thought you were too stuck-up in those games."

Zelda's eyes widened in horror, but her body refused to move as he approached. *Goddesses, what sorcery is this? My body...I cannot control it!* her mind screamed, panic rising in her chest.

"First question from the audience!" the host announced cheerfully. "Princess, is it true that you secretly fantasize about being taken by monsters from the Twilight Realm?"

Zelda's lips parted involuntarily. "I..." Her face contorted with the effort to resist answering, but the words spilled out anyway. "Yes. In my private chambers, I sometimes imagine what it would be like if Shadow Beasts breached the castle and claimed me as their prize. The thought of their inhuman strength overwhelming me..." She clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified.

"KNEW IT!" shouted someone from the audience.

The greasy fan had now positioned himself behind Zelda, his pudgy hands pawing at the intricate clasps of her royal gown. "Let's get this fancy shit off you, Princess," he grunted, his breath hot and rancid against her neck.

*No, please, I am royalty! I am the bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom!* Zelda's mind recoiled in disgust, but to her horror, her body leaned backward against him, her arms rising to assist him in removing her dress.

"Look at Her Highness, so eager to please her subjects," the host commented with a smirk as Zelda's elaborate gown pooled around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a thin, silken slip that did little to conceal her slender form.

Another audience member shouted a question: "Princess! Have you ever touched yourself thinking about Link?"

A crimson blush spread across Zelda's cheeks as her mouth answered, "Almost nightly. When the Hero returned to human form after being a wolf, I couldn't help but wonder if he retained some of that... animal nature. I've imagined his calloused hands pinning me down, taking me roughly as though claiming territory." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I've ruined many royal sheets with such thoughts."

Zelda's internal monologue screamed in protest. *Stop! These are my private thoughts! Sacred Goddesses, why can I not silence myself?*

The fan behind her had now hoisted her onto a nearby table, positioning her on all fours. "Always wanted to fuck a princess," he cackled, flipping up her slip to expose her bare backside to the audience. "Let's see if royal pussy feels different."

Zelda felt her body responding, arching her back and spreading her legs wider, presenting herself like a common harlot. *This is an abomination! I am a descendant of the Goddess Hylia!* Her mind was a maelstrom of disgust and humiliation, yet her body betrayed her completely.

"Oh FUCK, look at that perfect royal ass," the fan groaned, fumbling with his pants. His erection sprang free—short but grotesquely thick, with purplish veins bulging along the shaft. He spat into his palm, slicked himself hastily, and pressed against Zelda's entrance.

"Please..." Zelda heard herself moan, though her mind screamed in opposition. "Please take me like the princess slut I am."

*NO! I would NEVER speak such vulgarities!* her consciousness shrieked.

The fan rammed himself into her with no finesse, his belly slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust. "FUCK! So fucking tight! Bet you don't get much dick in that castle, do ya, Princess?"

Zelda's body rocked with each impact, her breasts bouncing beneath the slip. "N-no," she gasped, her voice a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure. "The royal court... ungh... doesn't approve of such... AH... relations outside of marriage."

Another audience member approached, this one tall and skeletal with patchy facial hair. "Always wondered what a princess's mouth feels like," he said, unzipping his pants and freeing his long, curved member. "Open wide, Your Highness."

*No more! Please!* But Zelda's jaw slackened obediently, her lips parting as her tongue extended in welcome. The second fan gripped her golden hair, wrapping it around his fist like reins, and guided his cock between her royal lips.

"Next question!" the host announced, seemingly unfazed by the obscene display. "Princess Zelda, have you ever used the Master Sword for purposes other than fighting evil?"

The skeletal fan pulled back just enough to allow Zelda to answer, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his member. "Once," she admitted, her voice cracking with shame. "I was curious about its power... the hilt is... remarkably similar in dimension to..." She couldn't finish, but her meaning was clear.

"HOLY SHIT!" Several audience members erupted in laughter and cheers.

The first fan increased his pace, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Zelda's hips, leaving angry red marks on her pale skin. "Gonna fill this royal cunt with commoner cum," he panted, sweat dripping from his brow onto her back. "Always dreamed of knocking up a princess!"

Zelda's body trembled, her inner walls clenching around the invading member despite her mental protests. *This is sacrilege! I am to be the vessel of a holy bloodline!* Yet her hips bucked backwards to meet his thrusts, seeking deeper penetration.

"Look at Her Highness taking it like a champion," the host commented. "Who knew the ruler of Hyrule was such a devoted servant to her subjects' needs?"

The man at her mouth gripped her head more firmly, his pelvis smacking against her face as he ruthlessly fucked her throat. Zelda gagged and choked, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, mascara running in dark rivulets. Her airway was repeatedly blocked by his thrusting cock, yet her body made no move to resist.

"Fuck, gonna cum down your royal throat," the skeletal man groaned, his pace becoming erratic. "Swallow it all, Princess. That's a fucking royal decree!"

With a strangled cry, he held her head firmly against his groin, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself directly down her throat. Zelda's eyes bulged, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe, yet her throat worked automatically to swallow every drop.

When he finally released her, Zelda gasped for air, her chest heaving. Saliva and cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth, staining the front of her once-pristine slip.

"Another fan with a question!" The host pointed to a burly man with a shaved head. "Go ahead, sir!"

"Your Highness," the man called out with a smirk, "do you ever get tired of playing the damsel in distress? Seems like you're always getting kidnapped or sealed away."

Zelda's lips moved of their own accord. "It's... humiliating," she admitted between gasps as the first man continued to pound into her from behind. "I possess the Triforce of Wisdom, yet I'm constantly rendered helpless. Sometimes I wonder if deep down, I allow it to happen because I... I enjoy the sensation of being overpowered. Of surrendering control."

*That is a LIE!* her mind protested. *I fight with all my strength against Ganondorf's forces!*

The first fan's movements became more frenzied. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fill this royal pussy!" With a guttural roar, he slammed himself to the hilt inside her, his cock twitching as he released his seed deep within her womb.

Zelda felt the warm gush filling her and moaned loudly, her body shuddering in an unwanted orgasm that rippled through her core. "Yes! Fill me!" her voice cried out, while her mind recoiled in horror. *Nayru, protect me from bearing this monster's child!*

Panting heavily, the fan withdrew, his flaccid cock slipping free with a wet sound. A mixture of his semen and Zelda's own juices trickled down her inner thighs, dripping onto the polished stage floor.

"Move aside," came a new voice as another fan pushed his way forward. This one was younger, perhaps in his early twenties, with multiple piercings and arms covered in gaming tattoos. "I've always wanted to fuck the princess's ass. All those hours staring at it while playing..."

Zelda's body repositioned itself without hesitation, presenting her rear even more prominently. "Please," she heard herself beg, "use my royal ass for your pleasure."

*Stop this madness!* her mind screamed. *I am a ruler, not some common whore to be used at will!*

The tattooed fan spat generously on her puckered entrance, then pressed the head of his pierced cock against it. "This might hurt, Your Highness," he sneered, "but something tells me you'll love it anyway."

With a savage thrust, he breached her tight ring, causing Zelda to cry out in genuine pain. "GODDESS! It's too much!" But her body remained in position, accepting the intrusion despite the burning stretch.

"Another question from our audience," the host announced, gesturing to a timid-looking man in the front row.

"P-Princess Zelda," the man stammered, "is it true that you and Midna had a... relationship during the Twilight invasion?"

Zelda's face contorted with both pain from the anal penetration and the compulsion to answer truthfully. "Yes," she gasped as the tattooed fan established a brutal rhythm. "When our souls were briefly merged... I felt everything she felt. Her desires became mine. We shared... intimate knowledge of each other's bodies. After she returned to the Twilight Realm, I would dream of her touch... her sardonic smile as she made me beg..." Her voice trailed off in a moan as a particularly deep thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through her body.

"FUCK YEAH!" several audience members cheered at this revelation.

A fourth fan approached, this one middle-aged with a receding hairline and yellowed teeth. "Always wanted to titty-fuck a princess," he declared, sliding beneath Zelda's suspended body and tearing open her slip to expose her modest breasts.

*No, please, not another one!* But Zelda found herself accommodating him, lowering her chest to bracket his erection between her breasts.

"Not the biggest tits, but royal ones," the man grunted, reaching up to roughly pinch her nipples. "Squeeze 'em together, Princess."

Zelda complied, her delicate hands pressing her breasts together to create a channel for his thrusting cock. The man beneath her began to pump vigorously, the head of his member repeatedly brushing against her chin.

"Stick out your tongue, Your Highness," he commanded. "Lick it when it comes up."

Obediently, Zelda extended her tongue, catching the tip of his cock on each upward thrust while the man behind her continued his **** on her rear passage.

"Next question!" the host called out. "Princess, what's your darkest secret regarding the Triforce of Wisdom?"

Zelda's mouth worked automatically even as her tongue darted out to taste the cock sliding between her breasts. "The Triforce... enhances everything," she admitted between licks. "Including... physical sensations. When I channel its power... during intimate moments... the pleasure is... unbearable. Sometimes I... touch the sacred mark while pleasuring myself... it's forbidden to use divine power for such purposes."

*The sacred Triforce is not to be debased like this!* her mind wailed. *This is blasphemy against the Goddesses themselves!*

"Holy fuck, that's hot," groaned the tattooed fan, driving deeper into her stretched asshole. "Taking Princess Zelda's royal ass while she confesses her sins. I'm gonna fucking WRECK you, Your Highness!"

He increased his pace, each thrust forcing Zelda's body forward, which in turn created more friction for the man beneath her. The coordinated **** had her suspended between them, used from both ends like a royal plaything.

"Look at the princess now," laughed the host. "Not so regal with cocks in both holes, is she?"

The audience roared with approval as Zelda's face twisted in a mask of unwanted pleasure. Her body betrayed her completely, responding to the dual stimulation with waves of orgasmic contractions that rippled through her core. "I'm... cumming," she moaned, shame flooding her consciousness even as ecstasy coursed through her physical form. "The princess of Hyrule is... cumming on a subject's cock!"

The tattooed fan felt her passage clenching around him and couldn't hold back any longer. "Taking your royal ass," he grunted, fingers digging brutally into her hips. "Gonna fill it with cum!" With a hoarse cry, he buried himself to the hilt, emptying his seed deep inside her bowels.

Almost simultaneously, the man beneath her reached his peak. "Open wide, Princess," he ordered, pulling free from her breasts. Zelda's mouth opened automatically, and he aimed his erupting member directly at her face. Thick ropes of semen splashed across her royal features, coating her lips, cheeks, and even catching in her golden hair.

"Perfect!" someone shouted from the audience. "The princess looks better with cum on her face!"

*This is a nightmare,* Zelda's mind whimpered as her tongue darted out to lick the bitter fluid from her lips. *I am defiled, desecrated...*

The tattooed fan withdrew from her abused rear, admiring the gaping hole he'd left behind and the trickle of his essence leaking from it. "Always thought you were too proper in the games," he sneered, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Turns out you're just a royal cum dump."

Before Zelda could recover, yet another fan approached—this one massively overweight with sweat stains blooming across his "Zelda is my Waifu" t-shirt. "My turn with the princess," he wheezed, struggling to climb onto the table.

The host turned to the audience. "While our next fan prepares, let's have another question! Yes, you in the back."

A woman's voice called out, "Princess Zelda, have you ever used your magic for sexual purposes?"

Zelda, face dripping with cum, hair disheveled, and body leaking from multiple orifices, responded with eerie formality despite her debauched state. "Telekinesis can be... quite useful for self-pleasure when practiced with precision. I once suspended myself in midair while magical energy stimulated every sensitive spot on my body simultaneously. I couldn't walk properly for days afterward."

"DAMN!" Several audience members whistled and applauded.

The enormous fan had finally positioned himself on the table, lying on his back. "Ride me, Princess," he demanded, his erection barely visible beneath his protruding belly.

Zelda's body moved mechanically to straddle him, her legs spread wide as she lowered herself onto his waiting member. The sensation of him entering her already used and sticky passage made her cringe internally, but her face formed an expression of eager desire.

"So fucking tight," the fan moaned, his hands gripping her slender waist. "Bounce on it, Your Highness. Show your loyal subject how a princess rides cock."

*I am Hylia incarnate,* Zelda's mind protested as her body began rising and falling on the man's shaft. *This desecration will not stand!* Yet her hips rolled expertly, her inner muscles gripping him as she established a rhythm.

Another fan—this one wearing a Triforce necklace and sporting an unfortunate attempt at a Link cosplay—approached from behind. "Always wanted to DP a princess," he announced, positioning himself at her already abused rear entrance.

*No, please, I cannot take more!* But Zelda's body paused in its riding motion, reaching back to spread her cheeks invitingly. "Please," she heard herself beg, "fill both my royal holes at once."

The cosplayer needed no further encouragement, driving his length into her pre-stretched asshole with a single brutal thrust. Zelda cried out, her body now impaled on two cocks simultaneously. The sensation of being so completely filled was overwhelming, and to her eternal shame, her body responded with a flood of moisture.

"Next question!" the host announced, as though the princess wasn't being savagely double-penetrated mere feet away. "This one's from a longtime fan. Princess, what are your true feelings about Ganondorf?"

Zelda's lips moved automatically even as her body bounced between the two men using her. "He terrifies me," she gasped, "but also... fascinates me. Such power... such determination. In my deepest, most shameful fantasies, I've imagined him conquering not just Hyrule, but... me personally. Bending me to his will, making me kneel before him as he..." She trailed off, her face burning with humiliation.

"As he what, Princess?" prompted the host, extending the microphone closer.

"As he takes me roughly on the throne," Zelda confessed, her voice barely audible. "Claiming the kingdom and its princess in one brutal act of domination."

A chorus of excited murmurs rippled through the audience at this revelation.

The two men using her had established a rhythm, one pushing in as the other withdrew, ensuring Zelda was constantly filled to capacity. Her slender body shuddered between them, breasts bouncing with each impact, golden hair now matted with sweat and bodily fluids.

"Fuck, she's milking my cock," groaned the man beneath her. "The princess's pussy is fucking incredible!"

"Her ass is even better," countered the cosplayer, his hands leaving red marks where they gripped her waist. "So fucking tight it's like she's never been fucked here before."

*I haven't been!* Zelda's mind screamed. *This is sacrilege against the royal bloodline!* Yet her body continued to accommodate them both, even as tears of shame streaked through the drying semen on her face.

"Princess taking two cocks like a champion," the host commented. "Who knew royalty had such skills?"

Another fan approached—rail-thin with patchy facial hair and thick glasses. "I want to try her mouth," he announced, positioning himself in front of Zelda's face. "Always wondered what a royal blowjob feels like."

Without hesitation, Zelda's mouth opened to accept him, even as her body continued to be violently rocked between the other two men. *No more, please!* her mind begged, but her tongue eagerly swirled around the new arrival's length as he slid between her lips.

The scene was now completely depraved—the regal Princess Zelda, bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom and ruler of Hyrule, was being penetrated in every orifice by three grotesque fans, her body responding with enthusiasm even as her mind recoiled in horror.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," grunted the cosplayer, his pace becoming erratic. "Gonna fill this royal ass again!"

"Me too," groaned the man beneath her. "Let's fill her together!"

The two men drove into her simultaneously, both reaching their peak at the same moment. Zelda felt the warm flood of their release filling her from both ends and could not suppress the orgasm that ripped through her own body in response. Her muffled scream of unwanted pleasure vibrated around the cock in her mouth.

"The princess is coming again!" someone shouted from the audience. "Look at her go!"

Zelda's body convulsed between the three men, her muscles clenching and unclenching as waves of sensation washed over her. *This is not me!* her mind insisted. *I am being violated against my will!* But her body told a different story, responding to each degradation with increasing sensitivity.

The third man grabbed her golden hair, wrapping it around his fist like reins as he fucked her royal mouth with abandon. "Gonna add to that pretty face," he panted, pulling free just as he reached his climax. Thick streams of semen erupted from his twitching member, joining the previous fan's contribution across Zelda's once-regal features.

As the men withdrew from her thoroughly used body, Zelda collapsed onto the table, fluids leaking from every orifice. Her elegant features were barely recognizable beneath the mask of bodily fluids, and her once-pristine slip hung in tatters around her waist.

"One final question before we move onto our next act," the host announced, approaching the debauched princess. "Princess Zelda, after all you've experienced today, will you return to ruling Hyrule the same as before?"

Zelda's lips moved without her consent, forming words that made her soul shrivel with shame. "No," she heard herself admit. "I will never forget this. In the privacy of my royal chambers, I will recall these moments and touch myself to the memory. I will look at my subjects and wonder which of them could reduce me to such a state again. The proper princess facade will remain, but beneath it..." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Beneath it, I am forever changed."

*LIAR!* her mind screamed. *I will NEVER recall this degradation with anything but revulsion!*

"Well, there you have it, folks!" The host grinned broadly. "Even princesses have their secret desires. Let's give Her Royal Highness a round of applause!"

The audience erupted in cheers and whistles as Zelda remained sprawled on the table, cum-stained and thoroughly defiled, her once-proud royal bearing reduced to that of a used plaything.

"And now," the host continued, "let's see what the next act should be..."