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Who: Isabela and Ganondorf
What: Isabela invites Ganon on her boat.
When: Mid-July
Where: Isabela's Boat
Rating/Warnings: Medium, beginning of sexual situations. Ganon gets kinda of creepy.
Status: Complete



Isabela had been one of the last people he’d expected to see again - and not that he was complaining by any means, no. Hands down, the damn woman had been one of the best fucks Ganon had ever had. And with her being so close again, he wasn’t about to let that chance pass. Not even the slightest.

He’d driven to the marina in record time, his new Ford Mustang loud and obnoxious as promised upon arrival. He dressed himself in a casual suit, well-pressed and unnecessarily expensive - some sort of name brand he kept hearing, so he figured it’d be acceptable.

The sight of the ship earned the surprised rise of both brows, and Ganon let out something of a wolf whistle.

Yes. He was definitely ready for this story.

It was the most impressive boat Isabela could buy in the range of money she had available. Of course, that was after a generous discount on the part of the man selling the boat. A detail she was certain to shamelessly include when she got to the telling of her story.

Ganon was one of the best men she'd ever had the pleasure of screwing. Good enough that she very clearly remembered him and was extremely happy to hear that he was in town. How lucky could a person get? She was hoping to get very lucky.

Since the night was obviously going to be a little fancy (with Ganon it always was), she decided to pretend she was a lady and put on a dress. It was elegantly cut but still quite daringly bare in places, just as expected. It glittered like a sky full of stars, easily catching the light as she emerged topside and waved a hand at him, "Are you whistling at my boat? I hope I'm worthy of a few whistles, myself."

“Worthy of plenty more,” Ganon called out, his face widening with a grin, teeth bared like a predator. “Beautiful as I remembered. You won’t make me walk the plank if I stepped aboard, would you?”

He didn’t see one where he was at, but he could imagine her owning a boat with one. It was Isabela, so why the fuck not?

"Not for daring to come aboard! Blast, if I threatened every man who'd ever wanted to board my boat there'd be bodies all over the bottom of the ocean. I keep the plank stowed away unless people are very naughty." Isabela replied, with a smirk. One of her eyebrows had arched quite fetchingly when he'd grinned at her, and it stayed that way as she spoke.

Really, she was quite ready to skip the dinner and go straight for dessert, but she wondered how much better it'd be if they both frustrated themselves a little longer. "Come 'round the side here, there's some steps. I'll give you the tour."

Ganon followed her instructions closely; around the side, up the steps, and stopped when he met her aboard. The first thing he did was take her hand to kiss - although his eyes never strayed from hers - and then gave her a good spin-around to give himself a view.

“You’ve outdone yourself. Not quite the pirate queen outfit we’ve discussed, but very much acceptable.”

"No worries, my handsome darling, you'll get the chance to rip a bodice off of me yet. I thought you might like it if I was punctual this time." Punctuality was a thing with Ganon, and Isabela didn't really mind. She was more of a free spirit when it came to those kinds of things but he was far too good at what he did for her to risk pissing him off.

She winked at him after he was done spinning her around and then lead him around the deck. Her hand didn't let go of his just yet, and one finger caressed at it teasingly as she walked, "This here's the deck. We've got several comfy couches over here and the table there doubles as a cooler. It lifts up. It's also particularly weight bearing if you catch my drift. The bridge is across the way. Nothing interesting there, I'm afraid."

His eyes followed every point she announced and he examined almost every inch - taking in the detail of the smallest, seemingly unimportant things. Something like this didn’t come at a bargain, no. Something else had to be done to acquire the vessel, and while he knew Isabela lived on a whim, this ship held a purpose aside from sailing across the seas any time she damn well pleased.

A chuckle rumbled his throat at her hinting, signifying that the drift had been definitely caught.

“Such a large boat for one woman,” Ganon commented. “Are you all by yourself?”

"You don't go skimping on the important things in life, like good prostitutes and boats." Apparently those were the only priorities that Isabela had in life, but she quickly added, "And liquor. It's always important to top shelf your liquor when you can. But no, you know me. There can only be one love in my life and I'm afraid it's this boat."

There were a set of stairs that lead down into the depths of the vessel, and she lead him that way next. The interior of the boat was particularly spacious, as far as boats were concerned, and Isabela looked around it with a sense of pride, "And this here's the sitting area slash dining hall. The galley's behind us, and a bit aft of that's the showers. Then there's some storage. There's an office area to the starboard side, and a guest bedroom just fore of that. That hallway there leads to my quarters. I've got the entire prow to myself."

The office area had boxes and crates stacked around it, but Isabela didn't get into what might be in them. Instead, she turned to him and gave him a bit of a playful look, "It's a king sized bed in there, if you can believe it."

“Oh, I can believe it,” Ganon said with a wicked grin and began pushing her up against the nearest wall. His hands, on good behavior since he arrived, decided to become abruptly invasive and slid behind her to cup her ass.

Dinner may never come. If dessert was the only thing on the menu, then he was absolutely fucking fine with that.

“You’ve got a man mighty curious, Isabela. Aside from being able to freely sail the seven seas with this thing, I’m sure you have other purposes for this.” If she didn’t tell him now, he’d find out sooner or later. Get her tongue loose - among other things - with liquor, or he could send someone in to do a little field research. “Drug smuggling? Sex workers?”

"Naughty man," Isabela purred, as Ganon pressed her up against the wall. He was welcome to cup anything he liked, but she assumed that he already knew that. Just in case he had any doubts about her own inclinations, however, she purred a bit and wrapped one of her legs around him.

And then, of course, he got to the hard questions. Isabela liked to play things close to the chest, and while Ganon was excellent in the sack, she had no idea if she could actually trust him. She smirked at him and pulled him a bit closer with her leg, then leaned up to nibble some kisses along his neck, "You've picked a fine time to talk about business. Why don't we busy our lips with something more entertaining?"

Oh, she’s hiding something.

Ganon was no fool to this game; it was one he played often and he played well. But he let the kisses trickle on his neck and his hands went from her ass to her waist, then from her waist, to her breasts.

Then his hands found hers, and he lifted them over her head.

“I’m the naughty one,” he began, capturing her lips with a small kiss. “You’re the one hiding a secret. And here I thought we were actually friends.”

Something in his voice changed. That smile of his held a little more than seduction and playfulness. Something a little darker.

He wasn’t going to let this go, not yet.

It was actually somewhat frightening. Isabela found danger to be even more exciting, however, and that only made her want him more. She scrunched her nose up a bit, "Ruining the mood IS naughty. But if you must know, I'm doing legitimate retail business here. And sometimes I do transport cargo, but it's never drugs. Because that would be illegal, now wouldn't it?"

It wasn't really that legitimate a business and the things she transported were usually stolen, but she put on her most convincing smile. Maybe Ganon would even believe her.

He let her explanation sit for a bit.

And maybe he kind of liked making her a little nervous with his lack of immediate response.

But then, as if he was satisfied, he seemed more relaxed, and his smile didn’t have that uncomfortable, peculiar edge it had before, so he let her hands go. And then his started traveling down her body just start sliding her skirt up.

“I couldn’t possibly imagine you doing anything illegal of the sorts,” Ganon finally said, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and lining her skin with soft kisses and sharp nips. “Although I’d suppose we can skip the pleasantries of dinner so I can fuck you senseless.”

“Food always tastes better after a good romp ‘round the cabin anyway,” Isabela mewled out, in between little gasps of pleasure. She didn’t even bother leading him to the bedroom, figuring they’d end up there eventually.

Bela wasn’t really that picky about location and her own hands were just as inpatient, “And I can’t really make my hands behave for even another second.”