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Within the Clutches of the Darkness ~

Disclaimers: I do NOT own the Legend of Zelda, its characters, its locations or

anything associated with it. It all belongs to Nintendo.           ~ Warnings:

In case you didn't read the description, this will contain GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, HARDCORE

GRAPHIC RAPE, BLOODPLAY, NECRO, HORROR. I hope that's everything. If you do not

like any of this kind of stuff, STOP READING AND LEAVE NOW.   Drip

drip drip drip drip drip. Link's eyes fluttered open, woken by the tireless

metronome as he regained his senses.  With a groan, he lifted his head groggily, barely

making out the stone floor and matching walls tinted with the dismal, ghastly

green characteristic of the Shadow Temple through the darkness of the wide,

torchless room. Something unseen was leaking in a distant corner of the room,

whether water or a liquid more sinister and befitting of the cursed temple, he

could not be sure.   He did not remember how he had got here,

only that he had been traversing the Shadow Temple when an immense, round

shadow had suddenly fallen over him followed by the rushing sound of something

large and heavy falling through the air from the ceiling before he had lost

consciousness.    Towering dominantly over everything else in

sight was a large stone gargoyle of a horned raven with wings like a bat,

mounted on the wall on the opposite side of the room. Link had already seen other

statues of the same making several times throughout the dungeon and had more

than once wondered whether it was a deity that was worshipped by the patrons of

this temple. Attempting to pull his wrists, he was

surprised to find that they were shackled and chained to a pair of logs

criss-crossing each other and arranged upright on their ends in the shape of a

giant 'X' to form a tall, wooden post to which he found himself bound to. He had too seen wooden stations like the

one he was imprisoned to scattered around the dungeon with languished skeletons

chained to them and the surrounding ground always splattered with telling dark

red stains. He realised grimly that he was about to join their ranks, another

hapless prisoner to be indiscriminately tortured and killed by the inhabitants

of the Shadow Temple as all the others had been and finally, in the end, he

would just be yet another nameless, faceless skeleton rotting to dust in chains

within these dark torture chambers hidden deep beneath the earth.          Sensing something touch him from behind, a

frightened Link whipped his head about, startled, to look behind him. What

appeared to be an enormous dismembered hand severed at the wrist floated

bizarrely in the air directly behind him. He recognised it to be a Wallmaster,

the monster lightly brushing over his back with gaunt, rotting fingers that

were as cold as a corpse's and from which strips of blackened, peeling flesh

dangled sickeningly.  A flutter of movement at his knees

instantly told him that there was more than one and he felt a second Wallmaster

crawling slowly between his legs.  Wincing, Link braced himself as the

creatures' fingers scuttled all across his body, anticipating to be strangled

or have his heart gouged out at any moment, but they did not appear to be

concerned with killing him so much as they were with searching him, as if they

were looking for something.   The second Wallmaster was still flitting

busily around his legs when one of its icy digits unexpectedly entered him,

apparently locating its goal at last as it pressed viciously into his entrance

through the skin-tight film of leggings covering his trim rear. At the same time,

the other Wallmaster fastened itself over Link's mouth, closeting it with its

palm to stifle the hoarse scream that burst forth.    The creature between Link's legs probed him

with an inquisitiveness that was almost methodical, delving into his orifice and

causing the Hylian's body to tremble, muscles all over his body hardening

distinctively as his arms flexed in distress within their iron cuffs, the metal

chains clinking while his pained cries were muffled by the creature's twin

clamping over his mouth. Under the gaze of the solemn raven statue,

its outspread wings casting a spanning shadow over them all, the Undead

creatures continued to satiate their demonic curiosity with the flesh of the

living Hylian chained to the torture post; one plumbing the depths of his body,

each movement of its chilly finger causing him to twitch in pain and groan into

the one muffling his sounds and stroking his cheek tenderly with a repugnant,

decomposing finger.       The great cadaver-hand silencing Link

seemed to grow bored with its duty, wandering down instead to the hem of his

Kokiri tunic at the waist, unnerving him. His breath hitched in a mixture of

fear and shock as deathly cold fingers grabbed him tastelessly through his

clothes to rouse his cock into a hardened state with sharp tugs.  In the grasp of the monstrously large

disembodied hand which had a thumb that was almost as long as his whole arm,

the rise beneath his tunic looked woefully inadequate as it was toyed with

merely by the pads of the Wallmaster's thumb and index finger, sufficient

enough to stimulate the Hylian's entire length as the digit tips shifted up and

down in alternating strokes to rub it through the fabric. The Wallmaster which was nestled between

his thighs latched itself to its human prey in an underhand grip as its middle

finger squeezed through Link's tunnel until its knuckle was lodged against his

clenched, curvaceous nether cheeks. Its elongated fingers wrapped easily around

his midriff and under his thighs so that the clawed fingertips pinched at his

shapely rear and dug into his back as if some monolithic spider had wrapped

itself around his entire lower front body. Poking a spot inside him that made the Hylian

cry out in pleasurable disbelief, the intrigued Wallmaster paused, registering

the brief change of emotion in its victim before prodding the same place more

earnestly and repeatedly, causing Link to twist in alarm as his body quivered

in spasms of mounting, overbearing bliss.  But it was the Wallmaster jerking him off that

drove Link to his finish, its fingers a furious blur of rapid pumping as his

fragile mental stability slipped from him.   Cheeks colouring with the realisation of

what was about to happen next, Link shut his eyes guiltily and let out a final

muffled grunt as his senses boiled over and he climaxed uncontrollably all over

himself in his clothes, his trapped release leaching through his now soggy

undergarments to leak sluggishly down his inner thighs. The Wallmaster fingering him retracted

itself with a wet, pulpy noise, evidently satisfied with the outcome that had

been produced.      At the sound of a deep, harsh bark that

might have been a chortle of amusement, Link who was hanging slack in his

restraints reluctantly raised his head to see a Stalfos standing before him, a

scarlet glare of malice glowing from within the shadows of each blank eye

socket of its grinning skull. Link noticed an abnormally conical protrusion

of bone located in the core of the Stalfos' pelvic bone, rising out of the cavity.

The pointed tip of the unusual growth arched upwards into the air while the

base widened smoothly into the rest of the pelvis; a lethal looking spike of

bone that was fearsomely many inches long; a terrible, twisted imitation of

masculinity.   The Stalfos tromped over in his direction,

joints creaking and bones clattering with its ponderous movements, boldly seizing

Link's legs without preamble in its skeletal arms and hoisting them over its

shoulders. "N-No! Don't! Not with that!" Link begged,

kicking wildly as his entrance was lifted up in presentation to the Undead swordfighter.

The two Wallmasters grasped around his ankles through his dangling, kicking

boots to still his actions, one to each leg. Anger and hurt at his

powerlessness boiled inside him. He may as well have been dressed in ribbon and

delivered to them in a neat bow. The Stalfos paid Link's entreaties no heed

whatsoever and there was nothing to stop it from impaling itself savagely into the

area where Link was most vulnerable and also most unguarded, currently.  Pain blossomed like spreading poison and

Link yelled, his voice pitched with suffering as the Stalfos bore staggeringly forwards

with its hollowed, fleshless hips, cruelly driving its bony, monstrously sharp

version of a cock as deep within Link as it could reach, sparing a rattling

chuckle at the pain and despair it was causing its helpless foe.    "No...hah...hah...stop..." Link pleaded, gazing

upwards in despair at the thick skull that loomed down over him barely an inch

from his face, but the reanimated Horror merely grinned mockingly down at him, its

glinting, lurid pupils basking the boy's tortured face in a hauntingly eerie ruby

glow as it brutally skewered the young Hylian on its gruesome, phallic spike

each time it lifted its lower skeleton right up into the valley between the

boy's spread legs which twitched and jolted in abiding pain whilst held firmly

apart by the Wallmaster duo. "Ungh...gah...ah...hurts..." Link cried out, in pure

agony as glittering tears of pain and dismay cascaded down his cheeks. The piercing shaft of yellowed unyielding bone

was uncomfortably dry, rasping like parchment against the tender fleshly walls

of his inner cavern, each pierce inciting a miserable whimper and constant

burning, stinging pain while scraping his soft, sensitive insides raw to the

point that blood began to trickle from his rear, pure red life force dripping

over the Stalfos' thrusting nethermost bones.  The pointed tip of the Stalfos' bone

pricked the same spot within Link that the Wallmaster had discovered before,

sending a shiveringly delightful sensory overload throughout every fibre of

Link's being and forcing him to release again, his cock still spent from just

several minutes ago only managing to feebly drool out a few strings of semen,

adding to the sludgy muck already clogged up in his underclothes. Finished with its grisly task, the Stalfos

snatched its horn of bone out of Link's body like pulling a needle from an arm and

roughly threw the boy's legs from its shoulders as the Wallmasters unhanded his

feet. His knees weak and muscles slack from tiredness and unimaginable torment,

Link slumped to the ground, held up at his wrists by only his shackles. As the Stalfos disintegrated, its skeletal

body falling apart and its bones collapsing into dust, returning to the ground

from whence it came and would eventually rise again, the Wallmasters broke the

shackles around his wrists, freeing him, before they too retreated into the

darkness and vanished, leaving Link to drop limply to the ground where he lay

motionlessly in a crumpled, gasping heap.     Cerulean eyes that were glazed over with

exhaustion and abject resignation flickered upwards to next witness three

Redead rising up from the earth, moaning listlessly and shuffling toward him

with outstretched arms. But Link did not recoil from the new enemies about to

fall upon him.   After the nightmare that had transpired here

within the clutches of the darkness, Link actually welcomed the dark oblivion

about to take him. Anything to end it all, anything to take him far, far away

from this soul-shattering bastion of endless horror. The ReDead closed in, surrounding him,

grabbing at him with hands as icy and lifeless as the Wallmasters. One

approached from behind, pulling him upright into a sitting position so that its

thin, bony arms could encircle the Hylian's chest in a caress that was so

nearly loving that it might have proved that the monster had once lived and

loved a long time ago. Another came from the front, wrapping it

legs around his waist, squeezing him with a powerful grip as it straddled the

impassive Hero's torso. The last gathered at his side and together,

their hands gripping at his green tunic, they all began scratching through it

and at the flesh unveiled beyond, shrunken hands gouging out trails of dripping

red. Link let out a low wail at the burning

rivers of pain being incised all over his abused body which was now covered in

deep gashes that bled freely. The ReDead in front of him leaned in toward

Link, reaching steadily for his mouth with its own lipless gaping hole from

which the overwhelmingly stifling stench of decay and death billowed out in

errant puffs upon the boy's face.  Obliging gratefully, Link accepted the

beckoning kiss of death with his own eager mouth, giving a relieved moan that

was almost wanton. His tongue, hot and wet with a desperate earnest clashed

against the ReDead's, dipping and sliding against its slimy appendage that had

a withered, dead texture yet was moist with a distinctly earthy aftertaste; a

slight hint of fresh soil that was not all that unpleasant. Meanwhile, the flanking Redead ravaged

Link's body hungrily with their own mouths as they violently slashed and tore

apart fabric to expose as much warm human flesh as possible. Their slobbering,

inhumanly long tongues churned and writhed like thrashing worms over every

patch of his uncovered skin, lapping up the crimson blood dribbling from the

very scratches that they themselves had inflicted.  Drip

drip drip drip. But now it was not only the mysterious water,

but small pellets of his blood as well that was dripping to the earth to form

widening pools of dark wine. Link was pulled harshly in all directions

like meat between starving wolves, each shrunken arm enthusiastically yanking

him closer so that they could press their bodies into his, imprinting black,

sooty smudges onto his skin wherever they touched him as they greedily and

disgustingly slurped him all over.  His body was utterly overwhelmed by the trio

of corpses licking, humping and rutting grotesquely into him from all sides

trying to get as much contact as they could with the only living, breathing

person to set foot in their dungeon for decades.   The Redead tonguing Link used its hands to

shred the garments between his legs and damp musk wafted into the air as the

lake of thick Hylian seed accumulated beneath spilled out like a miniature pale

waterfall at the same time that Link's erection burgeoned free through the slat

openings ripped into his tattered tunic.  The flushed cock, sloppy and slathered in

Links own deposit of seminal fluids sprung outwards into open air to slap

heavily up against the Redead's groin which was a smooth, blank rump where its

reproductive features might have been. Formless as a mannequin's, it was simply

an extension of its sunken abdomen and Link's collected semen, gushing forth,

surged thickly down all over it, smearing between their enmeshed

stomachs.  The Redead that had the honour to

personally share in Link's attention latched the slit that was its mouth so

tightly over Link's own that it nearly crushed his jaw, sucking in the Hero's

muted moans, his searching tongue, his wet saliva. Everything the boy had to

offer it excitedly sucked up into its hollow being without stopping. Unable to draw breath, Link felt what

little of it he had left being absorbed into the Redead smothering him. As his

heart hammered frantically, his lungs slowly drained and although in a dying

fit of panic, the instinct to break free came over him, he merely deepened the

terrible kiss, giving everything that remained of him into the dark vortex that

would gift him with the mercy of freedom, the dark vortex that was devouringly swallowing

his breath, his life, his very soul...         A/N:

Reviews and comments are always appreciated. Thanks for reading! A/N

#2: Thinking about doing another hardcore kinky Zelda fic focused on tentacles

and featuring Deku Babas next. Iunno.