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Apr. 5th, 2006
It didn't take Malon long to realize that she liked male nudity. The revelation was a satisifying one and was followed by a second discovery - sex was great.
Virginity had been forced upon her; the war had brushed away any desire that would have blossomed with puberty. Days were spent wearily completely her chores and nights were filled with desperate attempts to keep the horses warm in the unnatural, bitter cold that had slipped over Hyrule. The dances and feasts that her parents had attended in their youth were replaced with funerals and fastings.
But here, safe within the gray walls of a stolen castle, she could lie naked under the silk covers and stay abed until the afternoon sun shown through her windows. She took baths in scented water and draped the princess' jewels over her wet breasts as she washed her long hair and scrubbed her feet. There was an awakening, like spring's birth from winter, and it was wickedly delicious.
Ganondorf was a quandery. Malon had wondered at first why he had gone through the trouble of bringing her to the castle when the Gerudo warriors who stood idly at the doors and picked at their fingers probably would have been more than delighted to satiated his every need. And she also puzzled over his treatment of her - he generally ignored her, engaging only in small, polite conversation when their paths occasionally met.
At first she was happy to doze the day away, rousing only to wander to the stables and admire the collection of horses that the Gerudos had acquired. Bordeom eventually inspired her to explore the twisting hallways and open the endless supply of doors. When she had successfully mapped out the floorplan of the castle, she turned her attention to the inhabitants. The Gerudos weren't too impressive and Malon quickly grew weary of the verbal spurs that inevitably occured when she tried to talk with them. Ganondorf, who seemed much less demonic now that she had rifled through his wardrobe and watched him study scrolls during breakfast, became the focus of her thoughts.
She was sick of waiting, of sitting passive, of fulfilling his expectations of her. She wasn't sure what role she was supposed to play, but Malon decided one day after hiding with the horses in the royal stable that she would forge her own life, scruples and destiny be damned. She wnated to be recognized as more than just a farm girl, as more than just a captive, as more than just a fleeting interest of a bored man.
Virginity had been forced upon her; the war had brushed away any desire that would have blossomed with puberty. Days were spent wearily completely her chores and nights were filled with desperate attempts to keep the horses warm in the unnatural, bitter cold that had slipped over Hyrule. The dances and feasts that her parents had attended in their youth were replaced with funerals and fastings.
But here, safe within the gray walls of a stolen castle, she could lie naked under the silk covers and stay abed until the afternoon sun shown through her windows. She took baths in scented water and draped the princess' jewels over her wet breasts as she washed her long hair and scrubbed her feet. There was an awakening, like spring's birth from winter, and it was wickedly delicious.
Ganondorf was a quandery. Malon had wondered at first why he had gone through the trouble of bringing her to the castle when the Gerudo warriors who stood idly at the doors and picked at their fingers probably would have been more than delighted to satiated his every need. And she also puzzled over his treatment of her - he generally ignored her, engaging only in small, polite conversation when their paths occasionally met.
At first she was happy to doze the day away, rousing only to wander to the stables and admire the collection of horses that the Gerudos had acquired. Bordeom eventually inspired her to explore the twisting hallways and open the endless supply of doors. When she had successfully mapped out the floorplan of the castle, she turned her attention to the inhabitants. The Gerudos weren't too impressive and Malon quickly grew weary of the verbal spurs that inevitably occured when she tried to talk with them. Ganondorf, who seemed much less demonic now that she had rifled through his wardrobe and watched him study scrolls during breakfast, became the focus of her thoughts.
She was sick of waiting, of sitting passive, of fulfilling his expectations of her. She wasn't sure what role she was supposed to play, but Malon decided one day after hiding with the horses in the royal stable that she would forge her own life, scruples and destiny be damned. She wnated to be recognized as more than just a farm girl, as more than just a captive, as more than just a fleeting interest of a bored man.