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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Midna wasted no time, stepping up to him, drawing Link into her arms. She was substantially taller than Zelda, and Link resigned himself to just never having sex with someone shorter than him. Since the height difference put her magnificent breasts right at face height, he found he really couldn't complain about it anyway. Her fingers were warm on his chin, though, pulling his face up, way up, for a kiss.
It was strange, kissing her. She'd kissed him before, of course, back in the hot springs, but it was different this time. Her skin was soft and warm against him, but didn't tingle with magic anymore. And she seemed a little more hesitant, looking for his approval instead of erasing any protests. So while it wasn't quite so exotic… well, Link had done plenty of exotic experiences lately, and he was more than willing to just spend the night with a good friend for a change. Her hair still smelled of Twilight magic, though, a peculiar scent that reminded him of night and wolfish senses and Midna herself, and wasn't quite like anything else in all of Hyrule.
His hands ran down over her body, following her curves. At first he was just feeling her, but he started to search in earnest after a moment, trying to find where her clothing ended and her skin began. After several seconds, he pulled back in confusion, his hands running up to her breasts, making her laugh. "Midna… are you actually… wearing anything?" His cheeks flushed as he felt bare skin and nipples clearly under his hands, but he'd have sworn they were covered just to look at her.
"Mostly shadows, spun into cloth," she said, stepping back from him to put on the full display. Her fingers reached up gracefully, pulling the hood back from her hair, the fabric dissolving in the soft glow of the spring. He watched in fascination as she continued to slide it down off of her arms, the flowing sleeves fading from view. It was intriguing to note that her skin was still patterned much as it had been as an imp, the cloaking shadows only enhancing the pattern rather than creating it.
She turned slowly away from him as she pulled her skirt to the side, the fabric not tearing so much as pouring off of her, leaving just the black on her leg. It curved up one cheek of her enticing rear, blending with the pattern onto her back. Link's hand rose without even thinking about it, fingertips touching at the top of her cleft and trailing up along the line curiously.
Midna gasped softly at the touch, she hadn't expected him to move forwards so quickly. At the touch of his lips against her shoulder, she murmured, "Am I so beautiful you have no words, then?"
He just smiled against her skin, pressing up against her, arms wrapping around her body. The air was warm enough that his wet clothing on her bare skin didn't provoke a shiver… nor did it provide any amount of barrier between their bodies. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, proving that yes, there was indeed still a part of him quite large enough to ride. Allowing an amused grin to spread across her face, she turned in his arms to kiss him again, her hands sliding up under his shirt.
Link willingly helped to pull off the damp tunic, although he did miss the few seconds his face was covered, preventing any view of her. It was worth it to see her fully revealed facing him, though, radiant in the soft lighting. She was unexpectedly hairless, maybe the goddesses decided the piebald skin was enough decoration, the way the black curved down between her legs. The princess drew him down onto the mossy bank, and with him straddling her lap they were at a height. This was a great relief on his neck when he leaned forwards to kiss her again, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. Her ears were smaller than they'd been as an imp under his fingers, although they still had a telltale Hylian point to them.
Midna wondered if Link knew he was faintly glowing with the light of the spring, and decided against telling him. She didn't want to interrupt him, not now that he was travelling down her neck, his lips more experienced and determined than she'd expected. "I see you and Zelda spend a fair bit of time together, hmm?" she observed as his hand came up to cup her breast, fingers teasing softly at one nipple.
"Yes," he chuckled. "Although not always how I'd like."
"Too busy with politics?" she sighed as he shifted back a little, his lips travelling lower.
He grinned up at her, surprised at just how… apt that observation was. However, even amusement at her remark couldn't hold his attention for long, not with the swell of her perfect breast brushing against his chin. He shifted down a little farther, nuzzling gently against her skin. As much as he wanted to taste and feel her, just looking at her was enticing. He'd already fallen in love with Zelda, pink and gold as a sunrise… but Midna's skin embodied the evening, the moonlit clouds on velvet black, soft and warm as a midsummer's night.
Midna had expected to feel awkward about Ordona's involvement in this affair. Much to her surprise, however, she was blushing more from Link's adoring… almost worshipful exploration of her body. People had gazed at her with desire for much of her life… but there had always been fear, lust for power, ulterior motives of some sort along with it. And while she could see Ordona's light pulsing softly under his skin, the gentle smile and wide, eager eyes were all him.
And the playful, puppy-like pounce as he grabbed both her breasts made her laugh and forget any awkwardness. Regardless of what other reasons there might be for joining tonight, the one she cared most about was getting the most pleasure possible out of her dear companion. He looked up at her sheepishly as she laughed, wondering if he'd offended her, and she reached to pull his face forwards, kissing him deeply. Her tongue stroked gently over his lips as her fingers caressed the length of his ears.
Link felt himself melting into her embrace… Midna had always had a way of playing with his ears that turned him into a contented puddle of fur. She'd never done it while kissing him, though, or with them both as naked humans, which added a completely different tone to the caress. Well, she was naked, anyways, and if he could have gotten rid of his trousers without pulling away from her, he absolutely would have. The damp cloth was clinging hard to his skin, providing an annoying amount of friction without any actual pleasure.
As if reading his mind, one of Midna's hands snaked down his body, slipping deftly under his waistband. He broke from the kiss with a soft groan, her hand soft and so warm, such a contrast to the cool, damp cloth. "Well, little hero, I think it's high time you removed these." He managed to not quite moan pathetically as her hand left his length, stumbling a bit in surprise as she pushed him upright, kneeling in front of him.
He felt too awkward to just strip bare with her watching so intently, but when she reached to pull them down herself, he was quite eager to help peel the cloth from his skin. He'd only just got balanced again after kicking them off somewhere to the side when her hand closed on him again. "There, isn't that more comfortable?"
He opened his mouth to say yes it indeed was, but nothing more than a gasp of pleased surprise escaped as her tongue trailed up his length. Her tongue was brilliant pink against the dusky blue of her face, another unexpected contrast of colours he could just stare at… And then he lost his train of thought as she leaned forward, her lips sliding around his length.
All of Link's hesitation had been wiped clean away, thoughts of Zelda or Ganondorf were flighty, barely brushing against his mind before being swept aside. It never occurred to him that Ordona was manipulating his mind ever so slightly, keeping him intent on Midna. He only knew that she was beautiful, inhumanly so, and that he wanted her so badly it ached.
Her mouth felt wonderful on him, but he still had enough of his wits about him to realize that this was currently a very one sided arrangement. His hand dropped down, caressing the side of her face, pulling her back gently. If she kept going much longer, he'd reach his peak before he even entered her, and it was suddenly so very important that he did.
She leaned back willingly as he pushed gently at her shoulder, laying on the ground with an eager smile. He dropped to his knees, crawling carefully between her legs, his fingers running up her soft skin, unable to feel a difference between the blue and the black no matter how carefully he searched. Her folds were black, but as she spread her legs for him, he saw hints of dusky pink deeper inside, glistening, reflecting the light.
Midna looked up at him as he had a moment of inner struggle, seeming torn with what he wanted to do next, but then crouched down more, his head dropping between her legs. She gasped at the feeling of his tongue on her, his breath hot against her skin. Her hand slipped down, fingers caressing through his hair, encouraging him.
Link wanted to be inside of her desperately, needed it. But he couldn't resist tasting her first, fuelled a bit by curiosity, partly by wanting to return the favor. She tasted of woman, of course, but just a little unique from his admittedly small sampling. Just a hint of flavor that wasn't quite like Zelda or the seemingly long-ago innkeeper. To his relief, though, the colour seemed to be the only serious difference; the same nub hidden in her folds made her cry out in pleasure, the tantalizingly soft entrance hidden protectively away but right where he expected it to be. Suddenly, it was too much to take, and he straightened up, his hands clasping her hips and drawing her against him.
Midna squirmed a little as the light in him flared and Link grabbed her, pulling her up onto his lap. Her legs trembled slightly as his length rubbed against her folds, slick and enticing and so pleasurable. He slipped back just enough for his head to drop into place, sliding without resistance into her. She moaned, her back arching up, her fingers digging into the moss of the bank.
Now that he was inside of her, some of the burning need ebbed somewhat, and Link leaned forwards again. There was no way he'd reach to kiss her from this position, but he brought one of his hands up to caress her breast, guiding the nipple to his mouth. Slowly, he started to thrust inside of her, enjoying the way it made her squirm and shift under him.
She'd meant to be on top, Midna reflected. That had just been how she'd assumed it would turn out. She certainly had nothing to complain about now, though, with his eager mouth teasing from one breast to the other, strong legs pumping his hips forwards against her in slow, deep thrusts. Yes, this was quite enjoyable indeed, and she drifted her hands down, one caressing through his hair, the other over his back.
His thrusting started to increase in speed, his breathing quickening to match. Midna shifted her legs so they were supporting her on either side of him, pulling her hips up off of his lap, allowing him to straighten up a bit more. She groaned at the extra depth it brought, along with another increase of speed.
Both of his hands dropped back to her hips now, and he straightened up, watching the way her body bounced as he drove into her. Her arms were flat on the ground for balance, her fingers dug right into the mossy dirt. The soft, brownish green ground was the perfect backdrop for her brilliantly orange hair and her cool, night coloured skin. Her exotic, slanted eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open slightly as she gasped and moaned, clearly enjoying this as much as he was.
Link could feel his release building fast as he drove into her, and some scrap of gallantry left in his pleasure-addled mind had his hand shifting again, Triforce blazing almost too brightly to look at, his thumb rubbing lightly over her folds. He glanced up at her face just as he found the sensitive nub again, and she cried out in pleasure, arching up further against him, her body tensing and trembling in delicious ways around him.
And then he couldn't think anymore, his fingers tightening on her hip as he sped up, feeling himself tighten in anticipation. When he did come, the sheer immensity of it was staggering, he could hear himself yelling, lost in pleasure. Everything went too bright to see, his skin felt aflame with pleasure, and he thought he would never stop emptying himself into her.
Midna was still riding the delightful waves of her orgasm when the light brightened till she could see it through closed eyes, and she felt Link's body stiffen. She'd never actually felt anyone cum inside her before, but this time she felt every single wave of it, each one sweeping through her with tingling warmth, and she realized it was far more than just his seed entering her. She screamed in delight as magic rushed through her body, seeping into every fiber of her being, restoring her to her proper self. Better than before, actually, she thought, feeling the sheer vibrancy of the magic within her, pure in a way the Twilight magic never had been.
She caught Link as he fell, but only because he fell forward onto her, and she could bring her arms up to wrap around him so he didn't slide off onto the ground. Every nerve in her body still thrumming as it accustomed itself to the new power, she shifted under him, pulling him up to lay beside her. Lightly, she kissed his forehead, smiling when he didn't even twitch, his breathing even and low. He looked a little flushed, but otherwise perfectly like himself again. Making herself comfortable beside him, Midna settled down to sleep.
At least that was the plan. After several minutes of being completely not the least bit sleepy, she eased away from him, standing up. Ordona's energy was too strong, too full of life for her to sleep, still unaccustomed to the singing thrill of it. Her skin was faintly luminous again, although she noticed with interest that the geometric lines of power that had once traced her arms and legs had shifted, becoming organic swirls, like light on rippling water; or more specifically, she realized, like the Spirits' forms.
Experimentally, she reached for shadows, pulling them to drape her body. The magic worked as it ever had, the darkness clinging to her, cloaking her. Impressed, she set a scrying spell in the surface of the pool, pleased with the way it rippled and formed up on Castletown, glinting silver in the moonlight. She hadn't expected the magic to be so… so natural. She'd expected to be half-crippled by incompatible energy, and yet here she was, using it effortlessly. Despite how well they'd merged, however, Midna could feel the pure strength of Ordona in the light, and realized just how powerful the Light Spirits were. Had he wanted to, Ordona could have burned her up from the inside, and yet had been willing to share this strength with her, giving her and her people a chance at life in their true homeland. "Ordona… thank you," she whispered, smiling as the light in the spring flared briefly in acknowledgement.
Taking a brief moment to spin Link a blanket of shadows, brushing his hair tenderly back from his face, Midna turned back to the spring. She had business to take care of. It took only minutes to reach all of her fellow Twili, all of whom were delighted to have the use of magic again. Since she only knew one place Hylians were definitely fighting, she sent most of her people to Death Mountain, hoping there was still something left of the Gorons to save. She'd rather liked those hot springs… maybe she and Link would go visit one again, after this mess was cleaned up.
That done, she reached for Zelda, first scrying along Lake Hylia to find their location. Seeing a witchlight still burning in the central tent, she strengthened the spell, so Zelda would notice and connect with her own magic. "Midna," Zelda said, looking exhausted but honestly happy to see her. "You're looking… very well, actually, does this mean Ordona…"
"Yes," Midna said, smiling brightly. "The Twili are now solidly bound to Ordon, and very eager to start defending our new home. The magic has blended perfectly, and I've already sent most of my people to Death Mountain to help."
For a moment, she thought Zelda would start weeping. "That… that is remarkably good news," she said, rubbing at her temples. "How are the people of Ordon?"
"Ah… the ones I've seen are in good spirits," Midna said. "From what I've heard, many are missing, but many more have simply dispersed into the woods."
"I'm glad to hear there are at least some people left to fight for," she said tiredly. "And where is Link?"
"Sleeping," Midna said, smiling. "The… ceremony to transfer the light was rather draining for him."
Zelda's mouth quirked in an odd smile, transforming her face into something much closer to her usual youth and beauty. She could see what the ceremony entailed in the satisfied grin on Midna's face. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Perhaps you ought not to speak too candidly to Ganondorf about the details, hmm? He's not a completely mad tyrant… but he is very possessive of his… things."
"I'd thought he was a little too protective of Link in that battle," Midna remarked thoughtfully, then suppressed a shudder. "I'm very glad I'm not in either of your shoes, in that case." She'd had to call off her vendetta to save what was left of her people… but she would never harbor less than a mild dislike for the man.
"He's… not as awful as one might expect…" Zelda said quietly, and then more firmly, "And in any case, he's certainly what Hyrule needs now. Listen… we pushed hard today to get to the western side of Lake Hylia, so tomorrow we'll be arriving at Death Mountain along with the Zora contingent. I'm going to try to fall asleep now, and we'll talk again after the sun rises?" Zelda copied Midna's nod, and the spell dissolved, leaving the pool clear again.
She stretched, savoring the feeling of a well-loved body, and decided maybe catching some sleep was a good choice. Plus, there were worse ways to spend a night than curled up with her favourite little wolf-hero. Old habits died hard, and she rubbed behind his ear as she lay down behind him. She smiled when Link pressed back against her, his smaller Hylian body fitting against hers as her tiny imp form had curled against his furry flank what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Author's Note: My apologies for the long wait. I wanted this to be written right, so there was a lot of tweaking and rewriting to be done. Thank you so very much to every single one of you who followed my story, and the few who reviewed. It always makes such a difference to read even a few words.
Also, deconstructing Midna's outfit was not easy. I must have spent an hour trawling images, looking for details.
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