Zelink Short Stories - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

The guards stiffen at their posts when I stride past, clutching their spears until their knuckles turn white. Fear is as sweet as it is useful. They know all too well the difference between being peaceful and harmless and as the daughter to the goddess of death, I am far from harmless.
My heels click against the reflective black marble with veins of gold, the sound echoing in the hall with only the distant chatter from the throne room to fill the silence. I'd gotten bored with what I was doing and after discovering I had nothing better to do, I decided I'd join my prince for the feast. If I were to guess, I'd say he's bored as well but he doesn't have the luxury to leave just yet. Socializing isn't one of his strong suits. He's a soldier. A war strategist. To him, diplomacy means threats and promises of destruction should anyone go against him. His hand moves quicker to a blade than mine does.
I push open the double doors to the throne room now lined with long tables to seat guests indulging in hell's finest delicacies. Arrangements of bleeding roses are set atop the dark wood in between large dishes of food to enjoy. I steal the attention of demons and shifters when I enter. They turn with their glasses of deep purple wine almost to their lips, staring at me with fear and awe. But they are the least of my concern. My gaze is glued to my prince lounging lazily in his throne with his legs spread apart and head resting in his hand. He may as well be the devil himself with the way he uses his cunning and charm to manipulate even the smartest of these otherworldly creatures. He has an audacity most wouldn't dare to think of having. He plucks power from other courts as if they were the roses decorating his throne room, adding each new flower to his vicious bouquet.
His head turns slightly, a wicked smirk playing on his lips when his eyes land on his bride. Being his mistress was fun. Becoming his princess is an entirely new kind of excitement.
My chest flares with a spike of annoyance when I see who has been boring him. The queen of the twilight realm. She turns around as well, her lip curled in a sneer after she rakes her jealous gaze over my dress meant for attention. It's the same bottomless black as the clothes my prince is wearing with an off-shoulder top and two slits in the skirt to expose my legs with each step. The fabric is luxuriously silky over my skin, allowing the dress to drape over my body. It was his most recent gift to me. I'm sure he'd love to see it on the floor.
My ebony throne sits next to his. It's just as grand with its own ornate accents carved in gold. I love sitting in it but for the sake of my authority, I walk straight to my prince's throne. His eyes are icy and wanting, not bothering to hide any of the lust behind them. His shirt is unbuttoned almost to his trousers, igniting my own slew of carnal desires. Had the room been empty, he'd be happy to oblige to whatever I dream up.
I sit on his lap and lean back, draping myself across his warm body. His heat is addicting. Being the garner of death, warmth had never been familiar. My blood runs cold with the magic that promises to cease life on a whim.
His hand settles on my leg, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of my exposed thigh. "Where were you, love?"
"I was playing with the puppies." The puppies being the hellhounds. Extremely loyal and protective creatures. "They used one of the keepers as a tug toy though. It was a mess." Accidents happen. Hellhounds really only respond to their masters. To me, they're nothing but puppies while to others they are only sharp teeth and claws ready to tear apart flesh.
"How unfortunate."
The queen of twilight clears her throat and my attention snaps up to her, my eyes narrowed. Fortunately for her, the twilight realm is lacking an heir. Killing her would create too much trouble than it's worth if any noble remotely connected to her in the realm began fighting for an empty throne.
"I hope you're not here in an attempt to drag my prince to your unsavory realm again," I say in mockery. She's been trying to win his heart like a mortal begging for scraps. I summon a bit of magic to play with, letting the pink and violet whisps dance around my fingers. My other hand is mindlessly tugging Link's hair, enjoying the length he's grown it to.
"He's hardly your prince," she spits. "You aren't married yet." Envy doesn't look good on her.
"Tread carefully, Midna. I'd hate to see you scurrying around as an imp again." Her pale blue skin flushes with anger at my threat of another curse. A memory she'd rather forget. I could make it so much worse than before.
"I would consider that a promise if I were you," my prince says with amusement. "And I have no interest in you or ruling your realm. We have an alliance and that's all I need."
"What if I revoke the alliance?" I almost scoff. Making war with a demon bred for violence would be unwise and foolish.
He drags his hand higher up my thigh, a nasty grin splitting his lips. "You made a deal in blood. It's too late to change your mind now."
"Because you tricked me," she hisses.
"I'd made myself clear. You simply didn't understand the terms. I said when I fall in love with you I'd make you a ruler in my kingdom as well as your own. When could mean never and considering...this." He waves his free hand at her outfit of hardly anything. "I'd guess you're doing everything you can to seduce me because you finally understood the terms but now it's too late. Your only option is to attempt to seduce me in order to delay my inevitable marriage and I am sorry but nothing will stop me from claiming my bride." Maybe I don't care if the room is full of demons and shifters. He could claim me right now on his grand throne.
"Damn you." She turns, stomping like a child down the steps of the dias. He simply leans further back, splaying his hand over my stomach to pull me with him.
"I rule the damned." He beckons a footman carrying a tray full of wine with his fingers, dismissing the encounter with the queen of twilight as a mere annoyance. The footman bows slightly, holding out the tray. My prince picks two glasses of the darkest variety. It would look like spilled blood if someone happened to drop their glass.
Before I take my drink from him, I reach into my bodice with a mischievous smirk, pulling a small vial I'd hidden between my breasts. "I hope you're not planning on poisoning me, love," he says, his hungry eyes lingering on where I'd pulled the vial from.
"Nothing like that." I remove the cork, the shimmering violet swirling inside. "This is something fun."
"Oh?" I nod, tipping the tonic into his glass. Only a sip is recommended. I pour half.
I replace the cork, pushing the vial between my breasts once more. I take my glass now, waiting for him to drink his wine with an added surprise.
"None for yourself?" he asks, swirling his glass to mix the liquids.
"Not tonight." He takes a generous drink and I grin as I watch him realize what I added. "What do you think? I made it this morning."
"I think you don't know what you're getting yourself into." He grins, downing more of the dark liquid anyway. "Have I not been sufficient?"
"I just want to see what you're like as an animal." The tonic I'd given him is popular among those about to engage in debauchery. It can enhance specific sins given the right ingredients. This particular mixture favors lust and pleasure. "Feel anything yet?"
"You are in for a long night, love." I shift my leg, feeling the hardening bulge in his trousers against my thigh. He's plenty wild without the tonic; this is simply an experiment I thought up out of curiosity for what he'd do without his precious restraint. Based on his grit teeth each time I move my leg against him, it's already slipping away.
He drinks the rest of his wine and brings his stained lips to my neck, nipping at my soft skin. I tilt my head to let him warm the cold blood pulsing through my veins under his lips. "I'm seconds from giving them a show they'll remember each time they see you." He grabs my leg, keeping me from teasing him any further. "Unless you want them to see you on your knees, I suggest you stop."
"That hardly sounds like a threat," I taunt. His hand inches higher, moving closer to where I'm throbbing with need. Just when his fingers slip past the hem of my dress, one of his guards steps onto the dias.
"What is it?" my prince asks, annoyance in his tone. I'm left disappointed when his hand moves back down, his fingers digging into my thigh instead. We were interrupted before he could discover my lack of undergarments.
"The Demon King is here, sir. He's demanding your audience." The message is enough to erase the building tension. It was only a matter of time before the true king of the underworld paid my demon a visit. He's been scheming to overthrow him after all.
"Make him wait a few more minutes."
"Yes sir." The guard steps down and Link motions for a footman to bring him another glass of wine to cool his temper with.
"Do you think he knows?" I ask, running my fingers through his hair again.
"I would assume. He's a fool but he's not entirely stupid." He downs at least half of his wine in one swallow. He's going to need another soon to keep himself calm. "That or he's here for you."
I settle into him and smile at the thought. He was the one who sent Link to the mortal world to retrieve me. He was his most loyal soldier, one he could trust to steal me away from my mortal father who kept me from learning my true identity, spewing lies that my mother was dead when in fact she is death herself. He was too afraid of his precious daughter and the powers she possessed; the same powers the Demon King craved. His plan was to make me his queen, add me to an empire no one could topple. He gave Link a crown as a reward, making him a prince to rule a small circle that was never meant to grow in power. He didn't anticipate his most trusted soldier to betray him and create a kingdom stronger than his own with the intention of taking his place as king of the underworld. But making his intended wife a mistress to this new throne was a betrayal that cut deeper than any other blade.
The doors across the room swing open, hitting the walls on either side. Our guests chatter quietly about the unwelcome visitor stalking towards us with fury radiating from him. He's unnaturally large but nothing in hell is natural I suppose. Muscles bulge under the swathes of fabric he's draped in and his red hair billows behind him like flames. It takes him seconds to reach the dias, filling my nose with the scent of smoke. If it's his goal to incite fear, he's accomplishing nothing. It's been what feels like ages since I've seen him. The last time was just before I slipped away without his knowing, leaving a short note explaining that I wanted the new prince he viewed more or less as a son.
"I don't remember inviting you," Link says, displaying pure calm meant for mockery. "But you're more than welcome to stay and enjoy yourself."
"I'm not here for your games, boy," he hisses, his voice as devilish and haunting as pits full of tormented souls. His eyes flick down to me, glowing red with hatred. They're a contrast to his charcoal skin. "I heard of your recent...engagement." I smile now and sip my wine. He is upset.
"Oh that." Link grins, his schemes hiding behind the careless facade. "I'm sorry you didn't hear it from me. I hadn't gotten around to sending a message to daddy dearest yet."
"I would warn you against this decision. She's a nasty and wicked creature just like her mother." More magic flows around my fingers as the anger rises in me. My prince strokes my leg, calming me before I can spit a curse that would have the king begging for forgiveness.
"Are you only saying that because she didn't want to fuck you? I can assure you if that's the reason, I'm having no issues." He runs his fingers over my collarbone to taunt the beast in front of him. I spread my legs further, draping myself across my prince like his finest accessory.
The Demon King Ganondorf scoffs and narrows his eyes. "I also heard word of your many alliances with other realms and filthy creatures like vampires. Care to explain?"
"One of my games I suppose, but you're not here to play those. Unless now you want to, to which I say, let's begin."
I feel the fury he's struggling to contain. The guests who had been watching the show shove their chairs back and escape before a fight between the two most powerful demons in the underworld breaks out. They would likely be slain in the middle of it all. It only takes one of the devils to snap for hell to be unleashed.
"You dare to undermine your king!" Ganondorf bellows, his voice echoing with anger in the now empty chamber. "I gave this to you and I can take it away!"
"You know it's funny. I just had a similar conversation not too long ago. I seem to remember us striking a deal in blood that would prevent you from stripping me of this reward. You know all too well demons can't go back on a bargain unless of course you try to kill me."
The Demon King's black lips curl into a smile. Part of him must be proud of the cunning he passed on to his former favorite. "You want a war."
"I do." My prince and soon to be king returns the grin. "And it's your turn."
I sit up when I sense him coming. He sent me off to wait for him after the ruler of the underworld disappeared in a cloud of smoke following the declaration of war. My prince had to send messages to his loyal allies and inform them that they are to fill their blood oaths. Gaining their allegiance wasn't as difficult as I anticipated. In either fear or want for a new king, they pledged to assist him in getting the throne. His bargains will prevent any unfortunate betrayals of course.
He opens the door to our suite, the wrath I'd sensed dissipating when he finds me waiting for him in bed. He casts a spell on the door to keep it locked, preventing any more interruptions. The tonic should still be in full effect.
"Did something go wrong?" I say, curious about the source of his anger.
"No love." He comes closer, his expression ravenous. "By tomorrow, all of his advisors and commanding officers will be dead and he'll have no one to control his pitiful army." It's hardly started and we're already winning. I don't expect this to last long. He'll be king soon enough.
I lie back down when he climbs over me, caging me in with his arms. I drag a finger down his chest between his perfectly sculpted muscles. "But you were angry about something." I reach his stomach, smiling at how his body tenses with need.
His eyes glow blue as he loses his control. It's my only warning. He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks, forcing me to expose my throat. He lowers himself until his breath warms my skin. "Because of your little tonic, love," he whispers. "I was stuck sending messages to vampires when all I could think of was fucking you until the entire realm could hear you." It's my turn to taunt the beast now.
"You're welcome to try, demon." He drags his teeth across my throat before meeting my eyes again. My scalp prickles the harder he pulls my hair.
"I'd love to." I watch as he lets go of the leash holding back his wicked desires.
He captures my lips in a ravenous kiss, drowning out any whimpers of pain from his fingers in my hair that's forcing tears from my eyes. I trace my tongue along his lip to fill his head with even more possibilities. I can still taste the wine.
His mouth moves to my neck and even lower, leaving a trail of mean kisses and teeth marks. He pauses for a moment at the top of my breasts, dragging his lips to my cleavage. The vial of tonic slides against my skin when he pulls it from its hiding place with his teeth. My own desire settles between my thighs as I watch him spit the cork out and throw his head back, pouring the rest down his throat. He tosses the glass aside with an expression I can only describe as being drunk on the sin of lust. And he wants relief.
He moves down my body, my scalp still throbbing where his hand was. Pushing my thighs apart, he licks hard up my heat. The sudden pleasure makes my body tense and I find his hair under my skirt, pulling it harder than he pulled mine. His moan is deep, rewarding me with perfectly timed vibrations. I angle my hips up, letting my legs fall open for him. I want to see how well he's going to fulfill his promise.
He grips my thighs until I feel his nails digging into me, and he growls like the animal I was hoping for. A sharp moan is forced from my lips when he forgets mercy. I writhe under his mouth, his sinful tongue drawing out pleasures that have me tipping on the edge of ecstasy before he even truly begins his wicked torment.
"You taste divine, my lady." His words are heavy and slurred. He calls me his lady and treats me anything but once I'm under his control. And I love it.
He sends a violent rush of pleasure through my trembling body that I succumb to shamelessly. Even if the realm didn't hear me, any guards in the hall certainly did.
He climbs back over me once my body settles onto the velvet blankets. His grin grows with pride, taunting me with how greedy he made me. "Get on your knees," he orders, pressing his fingers into my most sensitive area. But I don't like to be outdone.
"No, your highness. I don't think I will." That only feeds the uneased hunger in his eyes. It's a look of pure gluttony. Before he can force me onto my knees, I pull him down for a kiss to distract him. I can taste myself on his lips. I hook my legs around him and sit on his waist with my hands pressed against his chest. I yank his tucked shirt from his trousers and rip the last few buttons apart. "Take off your belt."
The corner of his mouth lifts as he reaches down to obey. He pulls the dark leather away and adjusts his trousers until I feel his length pressing against me. "What now, my lady?" I answer with a devilish grin of my own and roll my hips back until the blunt head of his erection is at my entrance. I jerk my hips forward, plunging him deep inside. My hands press into his stomach from the fullness. I hold his gaze, watching his jaw clench each time I push him back inside of me, taunting him with the slowness. It's agonizing. He stretches me each time I roll forward, his length scraping each soaked crevice. I crave the way his fingers dig into my skin. Had I been mortal, he'd leave bruises.
I raise myself up on my knees, leaving only his tip inside. Then I drop down, seeing stars at the depth. I repeat it, forcing the moans from his throat.
"Fuck!" he bites out, his head thrown back into the bed. He bares his teeth and grabs my hips, shoving me down onto him. His hips buck up at the same time, burying himself even deeper. Each thrust is more intense than the last, my breath coming out as whimpering gasps.
With one last thrust, he throws us off the edge together. I bury my nails into his skin, my eyes fluttering closed as I savor the feeling of the heat he's filling me with. My legs tremble at his sides and I can't think of anything other than holding onto this pleasure.
Before I can notice, I'm under him again. He pulls back, slamming his hips forward to bury himself fully. I gasp, the sound being choked out when his fingers clamp around my throat just enough to keep me from screaming too soon.
"I hope you're ready for more, love," he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on my jaw. "Because I'm far from finished."