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Trespasser

Author's Note: Vatooru who? I can hear you saying... she's the one who gives Link the Gerudo Membership Card, just in case you care. And... um... No excuse, really. *shrugs* I guess January is just my official Link Month. This is a little rabid plot bunny that went berserk in my brain... ooh, kinky! 1/22/02

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment only, Nintendo, and no money is being made by me. For sure!

Link crept silently down the dark corridors of the Gerudo Fortress, one hand braced on his shield to keep it from rattling against the scabbard of the Master Sword, the other holding the hookshot, ready for use. He had found himself strangely reluctant to kill any of the veiled women that patrolled this labyrinthine keep - he knocked them out instead.

He'd rode straight into the first patrol without a thought, forgetting in his preoccupation with finding the next Temple, that these were Ganondorf's people. Fear had briefly overcome him. Had he ruined all with his stupidity? Would they turn him over to the Evil King? But the Gerudo guards had simply thrown him down into a dark pit of a cell, there to wait for someone they called Vatooru to decide his fate.

They had taken his sword, his shield, his other weapons away, but had left the hookshot tucked behind his belt. They had no idea what it could do. Once left alone, he had promptly used the spring-loaded grappling chain to escape his cell. He'd retrieved his equipment from the room above and was now searching for the missing carpenters the boss at the river canyon had told him about.

Since escaping from the holding cell, he'd discovered and freed three of the four men. And battled to a standstill the three very skilled Gerudo warriors who had been guarding them. Strangely, none of the women had raised an alarm after their defeat, but had let him advance. It made him uneasy, but having no other real choice, he had pressed on with his search. He hoped he was close to finding the last man now.

Navi, his fairy guide, bounced out from under his hat impatiently. She glowed an annoyed, inquiring green.

"This is a waste of time, Link," she scolded him, and even her tiny voice seemed loud in the eerie silence of the bare stone fortress. He shushed her urgently.

"The Gerudo are the only ones with any kind of information about the Spirit Temple, Navi," he whispered back. "We need clues on where to find it. I couldn't make it over here as a child, you know that. This is all new territory." She sparkled briefly at him.

"Then why are we wasting our time finding these lazy carpenters?" she demanded.

"They'll fix the bridge and Epona won't have to jump that chasm again, Navi," Link said softly, pausing against the wall as he listened carefully for sounds of a guard. "Now be quiet." Though the thrill of that great leap over the river still sent his blood pumping hot in his veins. Epona! What an incredible horse. And she was his good friend now, since Malon had taught him the song that calmed her. She suffered to wear a saddle for him, but no bridle, yet always knew where he wished to go. They made a great team.

He hoped the Gerudos were treating her well. He'd have to find her soon.

His thoughts jerked back to the situation at hand as he heard the soft step of a Gerudo guard approaching from around the corner. He crouched behind the box of supplies so conveniently left near the end of this corridor, watching closely.

One of the red-haired, purple-veiled guards appeared in the dimly lit corridor beyond. Her long broad-bladed spear was held casually over her shoulder. Link waited until she had passed him, then leaped out, dagger in hand. He caught the woman's shoulder to hold her still and rapped her sharply on the back of the head with the dagger-hilt, sending her crumpling to the stone floor, unconscious long before she could react. Navi spun around his head anxiously.

He leaned over the woman, checking to make certain she was still breathing. He let his fingers rest on her slender neck until he felt the reassuring flutter of her pulse and gave a sigh of relief.

He wasn't sure why he didn't want to kill anyone here, but he'd never killed a person before - just monsters. The Gerudos had only thrown him in a cell for trespassing in their stronghold; they hadn't even threatened to kill him. It was only right he return their respect - or was it contempt? The carpenters he'd freed had said some curious things to him about the Gerudo women and their ways. The men had been eager to leave, where once they'd apparently been just as eager to visit, given that they'd abandoned their jobs to sneak in here.

Link straightened up, looking down the passageway. A flickering torch lit the far end, showing another bend in the smooth stone corridor. He followed it around, relieved to find the cell holding the final carpenter.

"Hey! You're a Hylian! Oh, you've got to get me out of here!" the man cried when Link appeared in the doorway. The man's thick hands clutched at the bars of his cell urgently. "Hurry, before one of those infernal women show up!" Link walked warily forward, sword drawn, still not certain how he was alerting the Gerudos to his presence. But the only way to free the carpenter was to cross that so temptingly bare room.

There was a soft rush of air, then a red-veiled woman dropped down into the room from somewhere above. Golden eyes gleamed at him over the top of her veil. She gave a contemptuous laugh as she looked him over.

"A boy? Think you're a warrior, do you?" she said. "Well, you won't get by me!" She drew two wickedly curved swords free of the scabbards strapped to her back, falling into an attack pose. Link had only a moment to brace before she charged him, blades flashing.

Using shield and Sword and all the skill garnered from his endless battles in the corrupt Temples, Link parried the woman's furious attack. Yet he barely held her off. A blade whizzed past his head, sending a lock of hair flying. He rolled away, trying to out-maneuver her. She was quick, leaping high to land in front of him, keeping him from flanking her. Sword rang against sword as they clashed.

He studied her moves closely. She was good but he was the Hero of Time. He had a destiny and it had already honed him into a dangerous weapon. He knew he could beat her. The trick was to do so without killing her.

He held her off, watching patiently as she slowly became more reckless. She had expected him to fall easily. He had not. Her golden eyes glared at him over the veil, her face and body gleamed with sweat. She was tiring and getting angry. Steel rang as both her blades rebounded wildly off his shield - and he saw his opening. Dropping his sword - to her wide-eyed shock - he caught her raised arm and wrenched one of her blades out of her hand, tossing it aside. The other blade he held off with his shield. Then he stepped close and drove his fist into her chin, snapping her head back and sending her crashing, unconscious, to the stone floor.

He stood over her body for a moment, panting as he stared down at her. It was no wonder Ganondorf had overrun Hyrule with fighters such as this on his side. Link's heart ached for them. They seemed honorable, in their own way. Yet for them to be bound to the service of such an evil man seemed so very wrong.

Behind him, the carpenter was hissing urgently at him. "Hey! Wow! Who are you anyway, kid? You're some kind of swordsman! Why didn't you kill her, huh? Hey, get me out of here!"

Link shot the man an annoyed look before he crouched down beside the red-veiled woman. The Master Sword went immediately back into its scabbard. Then he found the key for the cell in the same place where he'd found the other three - on a silver chain around the woman's neck. He lifted it free and turned to release the carpenter from his cell.

The man rushed out, enveloping the startled Link in a rough hug. Navi leaped out from under his hat, spinning wildly around them both, chittering anxiously. There were tears in the man's eyes.

"Thank you! Oh, thank you! I'm getting out of here..."

"Careful," Link cautioned as the man rushed away. "Take the left hand path only. And move quietly or they'll catch you again."

"Oh, I will... thank you!" Then the man stumbled out into the corridor beyond. Link looked around the room curiously. Like the others, this cell contained a pile of boxes near the back. Apparently, the Gerudo had converted storage rooms into cells for the uninvited carpenters. Link went to investigate the boxes. There was no telling what he might find; arrows were always welcome.

He had no sooner stepped inside the cell when a low feminine laugh made him freeze in place. Hand warily on his sword hilt, he turned to see another Gerudo woman, this one dressed in the low-slung baggy pants and midriff baring short-vest that the Gerudo seemed to favor, only in white and gold and red with no veil to cover her face. She was standing in the center of the room, arms folded across her chest, watching him. Behind her, two guards in purple were silently carrying the unconscious body of the red-clad warrior out of the room.

"Pretty tough, for a kid," the woman said, her golden eyes flashing with amusement. "Gotta respect that."

Link's gaze darted toward the corridor. No escape except past her. But she showed no sign of reaching for the twin blades sheathed on her back. Yet.

"I'm Vatooru, second-in-command at the Fortress. I answer only to Nabooru in the Spirit Temple," the woman said with a mocking inclination of her head. As all Gerudo, she had deep red hair, a sharp blade of a nose, dusky skin and the odd, rounded ears that seemed so strangely short to him. A large blue gem gleamed in the center of her forehead, golden bracelets adorned her upper arms and she was clad in a finer grade of silk from the fabric the regular guards wore. She started toward him. His hand clenched tighter on the hilt of the Master Sword, and his eyes narrowed as he watched her closely. "Relax, Hylian. I'm not going to attack you. Unless you want me to." Her voice rippled with amusement and she shot him an odd, side-long look.

"No," he said, releasing the Sword slowly. She came closer, moving with a trained, sinuous ease that caught his eye. He watched the easy sway of her hips with unusual fascination. Glancing back up at her face, he caught the edge of a satisfied smile on her lips as she stopped in front of him, a cautious arm-length away, but well within sword distance. A gesture of respect, he guessed.

"So, you braved the dangers of the Fortress of Women, did you? Why?"

He scanned her face, looked into her eyes. She wasn't beautiful, in the way Hylian women were. No delicacy or refinement here. She had bold blue paint on her eyes, dark kohl surrounding them, and white paint on her lips. She was strong and capable, her gaze level and no-nonsense. No games from this one. Her golden eyes flared as they met his gaze and he liked what he saw there; respect, amusement, patience. Navi chittered uneasily under his hat.

"I seek a goddess of the sand," he said with stark honesty.

"Oh, do you?" Vatooru replied, a considering look entering those golden eyes. "And what would you do with this goddess of the sand if you found her?"

"Free her," he said cautiously, wary of a woman who had reputedly sworn fealty to the Evil King. Red brows raised in brief surprise, then her eyes narrowed. She raked him with a closer gaze, studying his body as if assessing a horse for it's strength and endurance.

"Hmm, you might at that, Hylian boy," she said after a long moment. "But first you must deal with Gerudo Law. You have trespassed in our Fortress. Released those who we had captured. Defeated our best fighters; yet you showed mercy, though you are clearly a skilled warrior. You must pay a price before I will grant you passage among us."

"Price?" Link asked, wary. She laughed at his expression, hands dropping to her hips, head thrown back. The sound was rich and hearty and lacking all mockery. No town-girl titter, this. Nor the infectiously joyful giggle of Malon, the farm girl. Just a full, honest laugh.

"What do you know of the Gerudo?" she asked, taking a half-step closer.

"You live in the desert. You are warriors and th... fighters," he said checking himself at the last instant, uncertain of her response. But Vatooru just laughed again.

"Thieves, boy! And proud of it," she said. "But that's not all. We are a race of women. Only women. Except for the rare male, born every hundred years." And a shadow of something cold - Disdain? Disgust, perhaps? - slipped through her eyes.

Link shifted on the balls of his feet, suddenly uneasy. Watching her silently. Navi darted out from under his hat, circled his head once, warily, then dived back under again. Vatooru smiled at him, aware of his unease and the reasons for it but choosing to say nothing about it.

"For the Gerudo race to survive, then, boy," she said, gaze running over him once again. "We must seek outside... assistance."

"I heard... in Castle Town," he said, swallowing hard. Uneasy, now, for an entirely different reason. This was something almost completely new to him - the interactions between men and women. They hadn't mattered before, but now that he was grown... The Zora Princess, Ruto, had hinted broadly, but they had had no time together in the Water Temple to explore the odd attraction between them.

"You're young, strong, clever and a skilled fighter. You will give me a fine daughter," the Gerudo lieutenant continued briskly, moving closer. Link, eyes wide, found himself backing into the open cell. Not from fear, but from uncertainty.

"I - I don't..." he began. Vatooru shook her head at him, a knowing smile on her white-painted lips, dark fingers reaching out and skimming across his chest. She was half a head shorter than he, but seemed to fill the cell with her presence. He came to an abrupt halt when the shield slung over his back struck the stone wall behind him with a sharp clatter.

The Gerudo woman stepped close, close enough that he could feel her warmth through his tunic and his armor. Her gaze sharpened suddenly as she took in his wary pose.

"Don't tell me..." she said, then threw her head back and laughed again. The rich sound rolled through the room, filled with delight. "Ah, you are a prize indeed! Tell me your name, boy."

"L-Link," he stammered, swallowing hard. Her eyes narrowed into something sultry and dangerous.

"Link, is it? Well, Link, my boy," she purred. "I'll go easy on you. But not too easy!"

Then her mouth was on his, firm lips demanding. He flinched away in surprise, head knocking painfully against the wall. That didn't discourage her. She just followed him back, leaning against his chest as her mouth devoured his. A strong hand slid into his hair, cradling his head and holding him still for this strange assault.

Unfamiliar feelings surged through him; warmth, urgency, desire. With a small, startled sound, he reached for her, closing his hands over her lean shoulders. To push away or pull closer? Confusion raced through him - he had a quest to complete. But right now, the success of it hinged on the cooperation of the woman kissing him. Could he afford to offend her?

With a sigh and a slight relaxing of tension in his body, he drew her closer. A soft chuckle against his lips was his reward. Then she pulled slowly away.

"Smart one, aren't you? Even better," she said, eyes gleaming sleepily in the dim light. The hand in his hair stroked him gently, almost tenderly. White paint was smudged around her mouth, across her lips. He wondered suddenly if it was smudged over his as well. But the thought vanished when she pressed her hips closer to his own. He wasn't really surprised to find he was hard as a rock. Nor was she.

"Ah!" she said in satisfaction. "What a good boy. Not frightened by me at all, are you?"

"Why should I be?" he asked, mildly puzzled. Afraid of her? No, but his blood was racing in his veins now; throbbing in his joints and between his legs. He was warm and eager and curious.

She laughed and shook her head, golden eyes flashing. "Don't tempt me, boy. I could spoil you for any other woman. Especially those fainting Hylian flowers."

Then with a grin she reached up and slipped the strap for his scabbard off over his head. Shield and bow came off as well and clattered noisily to the floor beside them. He shrugged out of his pack. Almost instantly, her hands were back on him, one around his neck, drawing him down to her, the other fumbling at his belt. Their mouths met again, seeking, tasting. He didn't know what to do with his hands and so held them to the side, feeling foolish.

She drew back, chuckling softly and shaking her head. His belt fell to the ground with a soft thump.

"Get those bracers off, kid," she said. "Then I wanna see every inch of that pale Hylian body of yours."

His eyes widened at her stark words, but he worked obediently at the straps that held the leather-covered metal plates on his forearms and the half-gloves beneath. When he had both of them off, he looked up to see Vatooru watching him, her arms folded over her chest, eyes bright.

"Tunic next," she said softly, a smile turning up just one corner of her wide mouth. He stripped the green tunic away, letting it fall to the floor atop the rest of his gear. His hat went with it, Navi fluttering indignantly inside. He ignored the fairy, intent on the dark-skinned woman in front of him. Without waiting for prompting, he started to unbuckle his mail shirt. The fine silver mesh and its thick silk liner slid away like water, pooling around his feet. Leaving him clad only in his mail leggings and his boots, unruly long hair falling over his face without the band in the hat to keep it back.

Vatooru's breath hissed in suddenly, and a dark hand darted out and skimmed up his pale chest. He was strong now, hard muscle rippling under his skin. No child any more. A rough-skinned thumb brushed across a flat, rosy nipple, making it stand up and sending a tremor of sensation through him. He sucked air in through clenched teeth, surprised by the intensity of her touch.

Then the Gerudo woman stepped away again, gaze flicking over him. "Get the rest of it off, boy."

The harsh, husky tone gave him brief pause. Until this moment, he'd felt almost compelled, somehow, to comply with her demands. But now… She chuckled again. "Second thoughts, kid? Too late. You owe me, and I aim to collect. Now hurry up, before I decide to teach you a lesson…"

Eyes wide at the strange implication, Link bent down and unbuckled his boots. Tugged them and his socks free before straightening up again. His toes curled up at the chill in the stone floor. Vatooru had backed away until her shoulder was braced against the bars of the cell. Her arms were crossed easily over her chest and her hip jutted out saucily. She was watching him with a possessive, avid gleam in her eyes as his hands dropped to the buckle at his waist.

He slipped the leather slowly free, hands sliding inside the mail leggings to part the close-fitting silk beneath it from his skin. He could almost feel her gaze on him like a touch. And because of it, he had never been so conscious before of the rough feel of his own hands. He shivered, tingling and sensitive in a way he'd never been before. He gave a soft grunt as he eased the armor down over his straining member and off his legs, stepping out of the discarded mail to leave it in a glittering pile on the stone floor behind him.

He straightened up then, one hand rising to push the hair out of his eyes, as he met Vatooru's gaze. Her dark skin was faintly flushed, her lips parted as she watched him, something darkly hungry in her gaze. She swallowed, then her tongue darted out to quickly wet her lips. Link found himself staring at her mouth, entranced by the moisture he saw there.

"Very nice," she said, then straightened away from the bars. "Turn around for me."

Dry mouthed, he did as she asked. She gave a soft hum of pleasure as she watched him turn in place.

"Ah, 'tis a pity you're so pale, kid," she said, eyes twinkling with heated mischief. "You'd make a fine Gerudo thief. Come here."

Again, he did as she asked, walking over to her. As soon as he was close enough, her hand shot out and caught one of his, pressing his palm to the warm skin of her belly. His gaze locked on the stark contrast of his pale hand on her dark skin. His member jumped in response. Then she slowly slid his hand down her body, under the low-slung belt of her baggy trousers. He felt sleek hair, then he was forced to bend closer to her as she guided his hand even further down, between her legs and into a place of damp, soft warmth. A quiet groan left him. He could feel the heat of her breath against his shoulder, but the only place they touched was her hand on his wrist and his hand between her legs.

Almost involuntarily, his fingers stroked her. He had to know, to feel, to explore. His eyes drifted shut as he concentrated on learning the shape and feel of her woman's flesh. Vatooru's breath came faster, hotter against his skin. The dampness grew until his fingers were sopping wet and the scent that rose from her was earthy and exciting. Her body rippled under his touch, clenching around his fingers, pulsing with wet heat. Then he found a place with his thumb that made her groan. It was a deep, almost helpless, sound, and he answered it with one of his own.

"Ah! A quick study," Vatooru gasped suddenly, dragging his hand away. He almost whimpered, but controlled it. Her hands were busy on that low belt. It fell free, dragging her loose pants down with it. Her body was sleek and shapely, but he had no time to see what he had so recently touched as she caught his arm and turned him around, backing him unceremoniously into the cold bars of the cell.

The contact made him wince, but his attention was focused on the woman before him. With one hand she leaned against his shoulder, keeping him back against the bars. Then she gently kicked her pants away from her ankles, all the while watching him. His member bounced between them, hot and hard, a slick fluid leaking from the end. Smiling, she reached down and ran a quick thumb over him. Then she lifted that thumb to her mouth and sucked his fluid away, eyes closing in appreciation. He almost stopped breathing at the sight.

"So sweet," she said, the words little more than a whisper, then added louder. "You learn fast, kid." Her eyes opened and pierced him with more of that dark hunger. "Now pay attention. Pick me up." As she spoke, her hands were guiding his to her hips. He caught her up, lifting her easily into the air, all lean muscle and smooth skin. Her hands slid around his neck as her legs bent and clutched around his waist. She was warm and sleek against him, and he could smell the earthy scent of her again. It almost made him dizzy, that scent. He groaned deeply, member throbbing and jumping between his legs, brushing against the back of her thigh. Golden eyes flared with fire. She arched up and slid down against him. He groaned again at the feel of her silk-clad breasts against his bare chest and his hands clenched tightly on her hips.

"Put yourself inside me," her husky voice demanded. His eyes flew open in confusion. Half-lidded golden gaze met wide blue. "You just had your hand there, kid. Fill it with your cock this time."

He sucked in a startled breath and lowered her slightly. She helped him by shifting slightly, adjusting her position expertly until his hardness was pressed against wet heat. Then she smiled wickedly at him and licked her lips, a dark flush rising on her face and neck.

"Push in," she said, voice little more than a rasp. He did so, crying out as her body closed around his in tight, hot, wet bliss. Panting, he laid his forehead on her shoulder, trembling and gasping at the glorious new sensations that rolled through him. Instinctively, he flexed his hips. Pushing deeper, sliding in her heat, moaning in pleasure. Good, she felt good. This felt so good. She laughed and the laughter pressed her tighter around him, making him gasp and thrust high again and again. She held him tightly, her own hips moving, flexing and driving down on him in time with his own motion. She was panting now too.

The cold bars against his back, the warm woman in his arms: it was too much, too fast. Link shuddered and moaned as pleasure suddenly burst and crested inside him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her still as his body poured helplessly into hers, lights flaring behind his eyes. He was sweating and trembling, despite the cool air of the cell, while her body was like an inferno around his. She laughed again, her rough fighter's hands stroking the back of his neck soothingly.

He felt drained and weary in a way he'd never experienced before - almost sated, and definitely pleased with himself. This was something he'd have to spend more time figuring out, now that he was grown up.

"Fast learner indeed," Vatooru said fondly, her breathing rough. "That's one."

"One?" he managed to gasp, lifting his head to blink at her in a daze. She reached up and traced one of his ears out to the delicate point, flicking at it affectionately with one finger. A curious, yet somehow daunting, smile touched her lips.

"You owe me once for each man you set free, of course," Vatooru said, golden eyes gleaming. "Then I'll give you a card that grants you free passage through all Gerudo lands. You can go anywhere then, even out into the sands." Link groaned and held her close and realized, suddenly, that this was one challenge that he was definitely up to... already.

- - fin? LOL! - -