@redempti

@redempti

Alright. Progress was progress, as much as he wanted to sink his teeth into this man just to wipe the look from his face--

Ganondorf took a breath, straightened himself and his robes, and started a pace of walking to the palace in the city.

"We will have you stay at the palace, for now," His eyes trail to the other's face, and then he turns back to watch where he's walking, steps sure in the cool of the desert night.

"If that is agreeable to you. In the morning, one of my more magically inclined sisters will be asked her counsel. I ask that any issue you have with me does not touch my people--My Kingdom is my pride, and the people in it are precious. Treat them with respect."

"Hmmmn.." he uttered out, but did not take his eyes off of the other before he decided to look to where the other was pointing. His body turned before walking a bit further away from the other. He didn't want to be here. The energy was so damn.. strange. It was familiar and yet it was so very different.

Ganondorf turned his head to look at the other. "Lead the way oh precious King," he spoke in a condescending tone of voice. His face still harsh with wariness.

@mightiestbanana

When the Yiga reaches a hand out to touch where his fingers dance along the other's throat--that same wrist is held in an almost crushing grip, not seeking to break...yet.

The giddiness of this man makes his hackles rise, no matter how pretty his words may be; And this was the head of the Yiga, who sought the fall of Hyrule? An interesting notion. Remarkably bold, and remarkably stupid, for this one to approach him.

Yet he was a generous King, was he not? And he could always use more bodies as fodder, with tensions high across borders with the Hyrulian pretender. He thinks on this proposal for a long moment of silence, and a breath is sucked in through his teeth, when he deigns to next speak.

"Prove then, your support. If I have your allegiance, truly--If your people would fight alongside mine, for my own goals--I require fealty."

Kohga's pulse thrums in tune with each tap of the talon against his lifeline. " I am.... " he forgoes any other theatrics for this, and pain him as it may, he knows such unnecessary displays might otherwise spell his death. The Yiga is nothing if not shrewd when circumstances demand it.

" The Leader of the Yiga Clan, Master Kohga. We, the Yiga Clan, are a group of ex-Sheikah formed well over a millennium ago with the sole purpose of seeing to the destruction of the Kingdom of Hyrule and all that Goddess Hylia stands for. You might say that we hold a grudge for a very long time. "

" And I am your number one follower, " carefully, oh-so-carefully, Kohga dares to reach for the clawed hand prone at his neck, the gesture nothing short of reverent. He no longer trembles and the grin under his mask nigh manic.

" I—we—have waited so long for your arrival, you who we revere. I believe that you and I have a common goal, Your Magnificence, and am here to offer you the clan's full support. "

" I assure you it is not flattery for the sake of flattery ! I mean what I say. The Kingdom of Hyrule has stood for far too long. I think it's high time we see to its fall, wouldn't you agree, my lord ? "

@topaz-adorned

The taste that floods his mouth is more than blood and meat--it's sweet, rottingly so, cloying his mouth and throat with the feeling of it.

It's addicting, and it makes him want to seek more. And yet, the being below him speaks, and even sinks their teeth into him, much as he had done. His breath leaves him in a hiss, and when he pulls away from those rows of sharp teeth, he pays no mind to the amount of him left inside that bloodied mouth.

Instead, his hands find the other's wrists, and their arms are pinned to the sand roughly, tight enough to cause pain, and a snarl curls his upper lip as he looks down to them.

"You don't belong here."

She didn't know what happened.

Ever since she finished the Trial of the Dragon, she has been feeling urges to bite, to sink her fangs into something alive and breathing, tear it to shreds and feel the warm crimson blood on her skin. The thought scared her to her core, to the point she asked to leave her homeland in hope of meditating — of overcoming this far, far, away from her people, her family. No one needs to see this sight.

She wasn't able to contain herself no matter how hard she tried, her eyes widened in fear of what might happen to the poor traveler in front of her, who turned their head around at the low growl the wyrm let out. Before he could scream, it was done. She was now on the poor thing, holding the corpse down by her claws and tearing the flesh with her sharp and bloodied fangs. The iron scent was so intoxicating: she's scared. She can't - please. It's too late however, and she isn't one to waste a meal.

"....?" Before she could register the stranger, she was tackled down to the ground, grunting from the sudden bite into her shoulders, she bares her teeth in anger and surprise, "Who—" she choked out as a bit of her flesh was taken out of her shoulder, god, that hurts.

Her scent was already quite lovely, delicate: the touch of her flesh in his mouth, despite a small piece, was almost like a gourmet meal, something to savour every bite. Bussaba wanted to scream for the stranger to stop, but all her instincts managed to muster up was pulling the Gerudo man down close to her and return the bite, her fangs sunk in deep drawing out his crimson ichor. The wyrm growled out in slight pain and anger, mostly at herself.

@mightiestbanana

There is a noise like a crunch, as the King turns his head further to the side--almost unnaturally far--but it doesn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

"Flattery," He replies, tapping that talon in a slow, purposeful beat against Kohga's pulsepoint. "Will only get you so far, gibdo."

A moment, and a breath, and Ganondorf doesn't blink once, seemingly staring through the mask that the Yiga wore securely.

"Speak. Tell me who you are, and what it is you wish from me. If I am not satisfied with your words, however... You will be a sufficient meal."

One second he's firm on his feet and the next it is a blur: snagged, tugged forward, and oh, oh, oh—! He's there, grasped in the Magnificent One's embrace, forced to behold him in all his demonic glory.

Kohga balks beneath the other's awesome gaze, believing for a second such a stare alone could reduce him to naught but cinders beneath those kingly feet. He is both awed and terrified in equal measure. Awed by the sheer force of strength before him, mortified knowing all his own power means so little. It is a humbling thing for a man who thinks so highly of himself.

Beneath the feeble shield of his mask, Kohga's eyes widen with the full knowledge of whose grasp he's tangled in, no more a mouse caught in the cat's claws. He's well aware he's but a morsel to this....being, but if he plays his cards right—then maybe, just maybe—he can smooth his way out of this with a deal.

" Y-you're Ganondorf, " he clears his throat in an attempt to assuage any stammer left his voice. " King Ganondorf Dragmire of the Gerudo. The Magnificent One. "

" And, if I may, " despite all, a pleased smirk manages to curl at his lips, " I am not a mere voe... You could say I'm a big fan of yours. "

@mightiestbanana

A fool. Though, perhaps not without some intelligence; As shown by his drive to seek the other out, to pledge himself wholly to the demon's whims, to not jerk or scream or fight that little bit of union. He seems a man accustomed to necessary pains, and only those.

It delights him, and strikes his curiosity, seeing the other kneel with reverence. Slightly strokes at his ego, to see the other man so elated just by this promise--And even his question, as informal as it may be, makes the King chuckle under his breath.

Such devotion deserves a reward, after all; And who was Ganondorf to not give into his urges?

The difference in height helps him eclipse Kohga, as he steps forward; That same clawed hand grips tightly at the other's chin and jaw, while a single digit from his other hand sinks a talon under that mask, lifting it up and to the side just enough to expose the lower half of the Yiga's face.

What follows may have been described as violating, by most--The King captures the other in an almost kiss, ichor and the remnants of blood exchanged between them via a much too long tongue, as the smaller of the two is tortured until his lungs and throat seize from lack of air. Only then does the demon pull back, slowly, a trail of crimson tinged saliva dripping down until the thread of it breaks.

"Tell me, then," He murmurs, tilting his head in that familiar, predatory way. "How did you taste, hm?"

It is.... a sensation beyond compare. The pain flashes bright as fangs pierce his flesh, and there is a fraction of a second he believes he might be entirely consumed there; a far more fickle part of him delights at the thought. But any of that is swiftly replaced by something far more...delightful. Adrenaline born from delirium, panic, and thrill. It is maddening, intoxicating. He might very well lose himself there.

Kohga is grateful for the mask if only that it may grant him what little dignity the Yiga chief might have left to him.

Still, Master Kohga rises as the act is finished, brushing the entire encounter off as though it were a mere fly upon his sleeve though his head spins from the blood loss. The blood at his wrist has already staunched and scabbed over, miraculously so, perhaps.

" Yes, sire, " Kohga bows low, holding his posture long for good measure until he deems it a respectful enough pause, then rises to greet his new Lord with a smile as smooth as the desert's dunes around them.

" Sooooo.... " Kohga then stumbles back as if from a drunken stupor, riding that high for as far as it takes him. He smooths a hand across the ruffled frond of his collar and cannot quite help himself next, " How'd I taste ? "