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There wasn't anything immediately strange about the cave he found Demise's sword in. It was closer to a hole in the ground than a proper cave -- there was an overhanging shelf of fallen stone, supported by some rocks, and then a steep slope down to a wider area. It was one of hundreds of tiny, anonymous caves deep in the forests, and it was only chance that Link happened upon it. But there, propped up like it had been only left for a moment, was Demise's sword: a massive greatsword with a triangular cut blade, resting among the stones.
Link looked about the chamber before approaching closer. There was no sign of anything else, no habitation. He'd assumed it had been... sealed away, vanished into nothingness, along with Demise himself, and he had said he'd return, but... Link couldn't imagine the vortex that had sucked him in had simply led out into a random cave.
Lacking anything else to do, and not wanting to leave the sword there, Link reached out and grasped it.
There was an immediate burst of light, and a powerful ringing sound like a bell being struck, and Link was thrown backwards, body pelted by objects. The sword rose in the air, hilt up, and the diamond-shaped gem on the hilt glowed a fierce red as it disgorged a haphazard collection of... things? Lumps of crystal rock, books with deep slate covers, clothes(?), and finally a humanoid figure erupted out, landing on the ground with a wheeze. Link staggered to his feet, about to help them up, when he fully realized who it was. Ghirahim. In his spirit form, without the magic that kept him looking human: a figure of shining black onyx, intercut with stripes of metallic white, carving lozenge shapes across his arms and legs in an asymmetrical pattern.
"Oh!" Ghirahim groaned, dragging himself to his feet. "What a mess." He turned to face Link, glowering. "You again. As if it wasn't humiliating enough for you to defeat me and my master, now you're hunting after me again? If I want to revive him again it would take, oh, thousands of years. Ugh, what a disaster. I'm a failure." He drooped his entire body, unnaturally bowing at the waist. Then, just as abruptly, he rose back up, glaring at Link: "But you can't be content with even that, can you. Come to lord it over me, hmm? Grind my face in the dust with your heel, hmm?" He tapped his face with a finger, affecting an affronted expression. "You can be so cruel. You're quite devilish, you know."
Link held up his hands, placatingly. Not that he wouldn't fight Ghirahim again if he needed to -- and so far he'd certainly needed to -- but as always, Ghirahim seemed to be completely at ease reading whatever motives he wanted into the situation. He looked side-to-side where he'd fallen, taking in the mess the room had made: gemlike objects cast about the room, expelled when he'd touched it. Ghirahim noticed his gaze. "I hadn't even gotten the basic storage enchantments done by the time you showed up. How did you manage to find me so quick? And now all my things are scattered all over, to add insult to injury. Some of this is quite private, you know."
Link looked more closely at the stuff. Robes, books, a handful of swords and wands, and a lot of... chunks of things: blobs of onyx rock with a red gem base. He'd initially assumed they were... some kind of magic thing, a spellcasting thing, except one of them that'd been flung only a few feet away from him looked... well, it looked like a dick. Almost exactly like a giant dick, actually. Were they all dildos? He scuttled back, stumbling to his feet, face flushing red, and Ghirahim let out a pleased laugh.
"Oh? You can hardly be embarrassed when you're the one that made the mess." He flicked a hand, and a bunch of the... objects were dragged across the ground, floating up to spin in a circle behind him. From this angle, yes, a lot of them were unmistakably dicks, human or otherwise. "Did you imagine me weeping away in a tomb for a thousand years? I have studies to perform and tests to make, and after that even I need to... unwind. A thousand years is a long time to be pent up."
Link got more and more flustered as Ghirahim spoke, until he was sure he was beet red.
Ghirahim let out a laugh, looking at him: "How adorable! To think, I might have had more luck flinging one of these at you when we fought, instead of the knives. You'd have tripped over your own feet to get away." He let out a sigh, sagging. "Alas, it was not to be. Still, it's pleasing to finally get to see you squirm. Adds a little character to the image of the perfect hero."
Ghirahim's dildos spun behind him, and as Link watched, bug-eyed, some of them started to get hard. They were... not all human, and some of them unsheathed, or unfurled, or twisted into bizarre new configurations. He couldn't imagine how anybody, monster or otherwise, could have sex with those, much less any human. One of them was just a pair of twisting tentacles, twining around each other. They'd have to-- it would go--
Ghirahim let out a delighted laugh at his expression: "Oh, that's adorable. I really would have had more luck flinging a toy at you." He took a step closer, and his ring of dildos moved with him, many of them now lurching or twisting, gemlike structure apparently soft enough to flop. "And-- oh!" he leaned in close, abruptly behind Link, and inhaled along the curve of his neck. Link jerked away, stumbling to the side. "Do I detect a note of arousal? Oh, you're a naughty boy." Link shook his hands, definitely not, except, well... Ghirahim's magical dildos twisted through the air, all manner of bizarre dicks on display, glistening with lube as they firmed up, growing to full erections. Some of them were what he thought of as being dick-sized, but most of them... he swallowed heavily.
"What a delight! Ugh, to think-- I could have avoided everything if I'd just flashed you some dick. Far too late for that to help now. But--! You're certainly in no shape to fight now, eh?" Ghirahim was in front of him, a hand reaching out to cup across his dick, and it was with an embarrassed pang that Link realized he was half-hard and getting harder. He flailed and jerked away, almost tumbling to the floor.
Ghirahim floated over. "A spirit such as I has no genitalia of my own," he said, and raised a hand. One of the dildos floated over into his awaiting palm, and he brought it down to his featureless crotch. There was a gleam and a chime as it met his skin, and then -- he was floating there with some kind of writhing tentacle-dick spilling from his crotch. It had... fins, and the tentacles hung in heavy arcs, splitting off like antlers, to form huge scything arcs, and each tip drooled a separate thread of glossy fluid, drizzling down to the floor in asymmetrical cords. Its flesh was the same black onyx as the rest of his body, seamlessly attached, and shining silver threads interlocked to create more diamond patterns across his shafts.
"I'm quite partial to the Lizalfos, as you can see," he said, gesturing at his own dick. "But I've found the twists of the Moblin to be quite pleasurable as well --" another dick alit on his hand: this one a twisting spiral, helixing up. As Link stared it twitched, and a bead of fluid drizzled down the shaft, gleaming softly. Link swallowed again, painfully aware of his own trapped dick, flushed and hard now despite the bizarre situation.
"But the true king of cocks, only for special occasions, is the Lynel." Another dildo floated into his hand, this one a truly nightmarish pillar of cock: nearly as thick as Link's entire chest, longer than his torso, and coated in banded ridges and studded with spiky barbs all the way up and down its length. Ghirahim let out a sigh. "A pity you're not familiar. My master would have blanketed the world in his beasts -- enormous Lynels, charging Tauroses, fierce Darknuts, ranging Wolfoses." For each monster he rotated another dick into prominence, each one bizarre and monstrous. "And now all evidence of their existence is limited to what I have in my collection here."
Ghirahim looked down at Link, his expression leering. He must look a mess: flushed, flustered, sides prickling with sweat, his own cock regrettably tenting out his pants. "Well, boy, I have a proposition for you. You certainly need to be punished for what you did, after all. For being so naughty. And from the reek of arousal wafting off you I can tell you're interested."
"For each of my master's beasts that you prevented from entering this world, I'll fuck you with their cock. That would discharge some of my frustration over my failure; give me some small victory over you."
Ghirahim approached, the spiky, branching cock currently attached to him twisting out towards him, and he let out an involuntary moan, cheeks burning even as he heard the sound escape his throat. Ghirahim grinned wide, cock twitching as its cocktips drooled crystal-clear slime. "Finally found your weakness after all. A pity I couldn't have stuffed you full of cock at our first meeting and avoided all this fuss. Now," he said, hands curling around Link's head, nightmarish monster cock twisting an inch from his face, "give it a kiss."
Despite it all, Link leaned in. The lizalfos dick was salty, and its pre had a metallic, murky tang. Its flesh was pebbly against his lips, slick and slippery, and even the slight brush against his face left him with watery rivulets of slime spilling down his cheeks. Ghirahim let out an encouraging groan, arching forwards to grind his forking, twisting dick against Link's face, smearing ooze all over his flushed face. Hazy, dazed by the rich taste, Link opened wider, tongue lapping a wet line across the curving, branching chambers of Ghirahim's lizard dick.
His forking cock was like a thicket of brambles: heavy, bulky horns of throbbing cockflesh hooked across his face, digging into his cheeks, drizzling slime down his neck. Ghirahim crooned above him, rolling his hips and scrubbing his cock across Link's face, letting the byzantine forks and folds of his chambered dick slurp across his face, knotting together behind his neck to tether him to Ghirahim's crotch.
Link let out a needy moan, mouth flooded with rank pre, tongue half-glued to Ghirahim's dick as he slobbered across his length. His hand found his own dick, gripping himself through his pants before he yanked them open and palmed his length, humping up into his fist.
"Ah ah ah," Ghirahim chided, using a foot to knock Link's hand off his dick. "This is a punishment, after all. You've been naughty. It wouldn't be much of a punishment if you could indulge your every horny impulse." Link felt his flush deepen, heartbeat thudding through his chest. "This is for me to indulge my horny impulses." He lifted a finger to his chin, a figure of quiet contemplating even as Link gagged and gurgled on his twisting monster cock. "Maybe if you're very good, I'll allow you to touch yourself as you worship my body."
Link let out an embarrassing whine at the thought, and kept his hands tightly clenched on the knees of his trousers, letting his cock jut up from his crotch, untouched.
Ghirahim fucked his cock across his face, his monstrous lizard dick too unwieldy for Link to properly suck on it -- he opened wide, slurping one of its forking horns into his mouth, only for Ghirahim's flesh to twist and fold over itself, ripping itself free with a wet pop. Link whined, pebbly flesh scraping across his face, tapering cocktips jabbing against his cheeks, neck, his closed eyelids, catching in spurs against the corner of his mouth and forcing his lips wide. Link was merely a warm body for Ghirahim to rut against, unable to even suck across the mazy flesh of Ghirahim's cock; he slobbered across the thicket of cock, swallowing down rank mouthfuls of slime when he managed to pin a cocktip between his lips for a moment.
Ghirahim's breath grew faster, and his thrusts grew slower and more forceful: slopping his cock across Link's face and then bearing down, pinning Link's face right against his splayed-open vent, with his nose slurping inside across the very root of his cock. Ghirahim ground down, rutting the base of his cock over Link's face, splayed antler-tip cocks hard spurs digging into his cheek, soaking his hair to his scalp. He humped against Link's face in shorter and shorter motions, breath hitching until he was panting, and then he let out a loud squeal, groaning up at the ceiling as he unloaded all across Link's face: his cock spurt, cum gushing from a half-dozen branching cockheads, spraying in all directions. Cum poured down Link's shoulders, squirted in his ears, gushed against the underside of his jaw. Ghirahim's load was soupy, dribbling down his flushed face in silty clumps, and Ghirahim kept rutting, smearing the mess into frothy ooze, until Link couldn't see beyond the grimy film covering his eyes. He panted, mouth open, and let the slurry pour into his open mouth, rich and meaty, rank with sex, as it flooded his mouth in heavy gushes. Link gulped, again and again, soft needy sounds burbling up his throat between swallows. He flexed his cock rhythmically, his heel grinding down against his taint, and it was a wet splatter of cum coming down across his cock, a sharp impact acrosss his cockhead, that had him cumming untouched, sobbing as he spent his load between Ghirahim's legs in body-wracking pulses.
By the time Ghirahim was finished unloading, Link's upper body was entirely glazed in his silty, reptilian cum. Thick, flabby strands oozed from his elbows and dripped from his chin, and when he breathed froth bubbled out across his lips. Ghirahim pulled back enough that his cocks disengaged, still-oozing spurs dragging over Links' face before they flopped down before him, hanging in inhuman, monstrous folds between Ghirahim's legs, rising and falling with Ghirahim's panting breaths.
Link scrubbed a hand across his face, wiping over his eyes so he could blink them open, squinting through the webs still corded from his eyebrows to his cheeks. His body was still flushed with heat, despite his orgasm, and he found himself looking up at the halo of dicks, still idly circling behind Ghirahim. He imagined sucking across each one, feeling their sleek surfaces or bloated gnarls. His gaze settled on a long canine cock, surface coated in bulging nubs, its knot already engorged and bloated with throbbing veins.
"Oh-ho, not so fast," Ghirahim said above him, voice smug, twisting Link's face back to face him. "I said fuck you with each one. Just getting a facial certainly isn't enough." Link stared at Ghirahim's dick, still hard. It was impossible to imagine even one of its heavy, hooked forks sinking inside him, much less all of its monstrous sprawl. Ghirahim grinned down at him. "Don't worry," he said. "If you're good, I'll let you suck on one while I'm fucking you. I'll be sure to train you properly."