"After so much hesitation, I still don't know what they expected... that Cremia girl was captured so effortlessly, and Romani is nothing but a plaything now." one of several brown hooded figures spoke.
"There was something they worried about. It interfered last time. We made our move finally because of information from Zora's Domain in Hyrule." another one, of obviously higher rank spoke, hefting a slightly larger weapon as he boredly looked around, six of them guarding the gateway to the ranch, the moon high in the sky was setting, as he sun began to rise, the night was nearly over, and their victory was assured.
"It's a shame we didn't get sent in. I wanted a piece of that girl..." the expressionless mask of another figure half whispered his words, the monstrous visage hidden beneath twisted in a sadistic smile at the thought.
"You'll have your chance. She'll be brought back for proper training while the curse holds her in submission. Then we'll all have our chance with her." another of the group spoke, and a low, cruel chuckle came from the gathered mass.
Helpless moans echoed from the barn, across the vast fields of Romani Ranch, the girl was beaten, though the battle had taken far longer than anyone would have expected, her desire to resist them was strong, and she didn't give in as quickly as the others had planned, the farm should've already been secured by now...
The sky was slowly coming to life, a burning fire erupting in the east, as if the sun itself was rising to cut through the black night, chasing away the evil and bringing hope back to a desolate land.
Silence.
The group gathered by the gate seemed unable to speak, their words lost, nothing was to be said, their simple job of protecting the gate had been dragging on for so long, that they'd all long grown tired of idle banter.
But it was more than that. A strange feeling was settling over the group, a tenseness, unease, uncertainty. The longer guard duty dragged on, the more they felt as if something was wrong, as if someone from the town would find them here and stop them.
'...don't be silly, that town of weaklings? none of them would dare try to stop us...'
They said it so confidently at the start of the night, but now that one girl had done so much to hinder them, the words lacked their strength of conviction. Looking to one another, each of the masked monsters hoped the other would say it again, just to be reassured, but none dared open their mouth to let slip such a foolish thing... because it didn't need to be said... it was already understood... it was already known... but mostly because of the fear that to utter such a sentence was to invite fate to intervene and prove them wrong.
"Calm down, we've already won." The leader of the group said, but his words rang hollow.
A single ray of sunlight burst through the clouds above them, seeming to light a path off into the valley, through the darkness, it felt as if that light was blinding in it's radiance... And then they heard it. Faint at first, off in the distance, too quiet to know what it was.
Louder... Closer... The heavy thudding grew nearer by the second...
The pounding grew louder, and they began to make out what it was. "A horse?" one of them whispered, and he leader lept into action, "A rider approaches! Draw your arms and let me do the talking."
The powerful hooves stomped the ground mercilessly at a full gallop, this approaching figure meant to come to the ranch, and was in a hurry to do so.
"HALT! The new owners of this ranch insist that you turn back immediately, lest we be for-"
The words were cut short by a hailstorm of arrows, powerful shots slamming through all of the leader's companions, slaying them in an instant as magical fire burst all around him...
And behind the hail of death, was the most beautiful, powerful female he had ever seen. Her angry look made his heart stop as she bore down upon him, bow drawn, her ample bare breasts bouncing with each powerful motion of the stallion she was riding, and the bow was drawn back again, pointed straight at him.
A single powerful arrow slammed through him, his swords lifted to try to defend himself, as the arrow cleaved straight through both blades, crashing against him with an explosive force unlike any he'd ever known, enough force to fling him into the ranch's outer fence as the woman approached, pulling the reigns and the stallion stopped for only an instant, rearing back with a loud whinny, then hooves stomping the ground.
Wordlessly the woman stared at the figure pinned to the fence, and he stared helplessly back. "th...they're.. at the barn... about to force Romani to sign the ranch away." he uttered weakly, too terrified of this beautiful warrior to risk angering her with the need to question him.
Though she rode in practically nude, her hair flowing behind her, and her ample breasts naked to the world, tatters of a grey outfit having fallen round her hips as she rode, or perhaps even purposely stripped to give her better aim with that bow, and a scent of feminine lust and sexuality filled the air behind her, the woman clearly brimming with lust, the kind of sinful pleasure seeker that was dripping wet as she rode her stallion hard, sexual juices drooling down both legs... the leader of the now defeated gate guards could only stare at her...
All his life, his every desire was made to be satisfied by females, all of them nothing but slaves to his people. Every day being a slaver, he dealt with beautiful girls just waiting to be defiled and used, and this woman was perfection, the kind of girl that he could only hope to stumble across once in a lifetime, her scent, her body, everything about her told him that she was the perfect thing to place in his lap and have her ride him, she was, after all, a mere female, a toy, something beneath his notice for anything but HIS pleasure... and his instincts told him, without any hesitation, despite everything he believed, despite everything he'd learned and been taught his entire life... that THIS woman, was too good for him, contradicting a lifetime of mental training and conditioning in a single heartbeat. He was nothing compared to her magnificence.
Her strong legs urged the stallion forward, and the beast snorted into the beaten monster's face before he followed directions, leaving the injured monster where he was pinned, as the two charged towards the barn.
His breath came again, and he finally realized just what tremendous pain he was in, impaled by an arrow through his shoulder.
"who... who was that woman..."
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