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“Be honest, Sheikah.”
Pire pressed her back against the wall. There was nowhere else for her to go, a thick arm of bulging muscle caging her on one side and a balcony drop to the desert sands below on the other. She whimpered, averting her eyes from his intense, amused gaze. He took her chin with his free hand and centered himself in her focus.
“Answer,” his tone was firm through the faint smirk playing his lips.
Pire’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming out in short, quick gasps. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, attempting to pull away from his grip, but he held her fast. His touch on her chin felt like a vice of electricity. It radiated through her, making her feel like her head was in an electrifying mist.
Just like the king of the desert to wield some form of lightning, isn’t it?
“Don’t play coy,” Ganondorf growled, a noise more akin to the rumbling of thunder. “I just want you to admit it.” He toyed with her like a tiger toying with its prey. Holding her there so she could squirm under his intense gaze and intimidating presence.
Pire swallowed hard, her mind racing for some kind of excuse, hoping for any reason to not have to come out with the words herself. “I… I have nothing to admit,” she said, her voice trembling. “Especially not to any enemy of Hyrule.”
His smirk widened as he placed both hands up on the wall, further trapping her. Then leaned in closer to her, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s what makes it titillating, isn’t it?”
Pire stiffened and shut her eyes tight.
“And here the enemy is,” his beard brushed against her cheek, lips nearly against her lobe. “You can’t deny the obvious forever.”
“T-then… why must I admit anything? If it’s so obvious—”
“Because I want to hear you.”
A shiver ran down Pire's spine as his words sank in. She felt a mix of fear and something else, something she didn't want to admit. She balled her hands, trying to block out the reality of the situation, but it was impossible with him so close.
"Say it," he commanded, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. "Say you want me."
Pire's will crumbled under the weight of his presence. She opened her eyes, finding his gaze unwavering and full of dark promise. "I... I want you," she admitted, barely more than a whisper.
Ganondorf took her chin once more, the touch softened, he traced a thumb over her trembling lips. "Good girl," he murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone. "Was that so hard?"
She shook her head slightly, her fear mingling with a dangerous excitement. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Ganondorf chuckled darkly, the reverberating timber close enough to her ear to weaken her knees and make her heart flutter. She knew she shouldn’t be so affected by him. Especially like this. It filled her chest with a thick, murky shame.
“The moment you entered this chamber, you were mine. Now, you’ll see what that means.”