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Link And His Ladies	By : Samson Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 80844 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Like A Princess (True Midna & Zelda)

Link And His Ladies

Part 58 - "Speed of Dark"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: May 28, 2013

(Note - This chapter is just a bonus chapter someone suggested a while ago. It’s not technically part of the storyline, it’s just a request. This bonus was suggested by the user MontanaInc187. Also, this chapter goes with the decision that Midna was Link’s true love during the plot. If you weren’t personally in favour of that pairing, I apologize for disappointing. Like I said, though, this bonus isn’t technically part of the plot, so if you don’t like Midna being Link’s love interest, don’t take this chapter too seriously.)

Princess Zelda quietly sat at the grand dinner table, deep in thought as she stared at her silver plate, hardly interested in her meal. For what seemed like the hundredth time, she had had no choice but to take her meal in solitude, there simply being nobody in the castle to give her companionship. Her father and mother had retired to bed rather early on, and as far as Zelda knew, Impa was busy with a delicate matter involving the Shadow Temple. Yet again, a day had gone by with no word from Link, leaving the princess feeling increasingly forlorn. The room she was in was vast, the pale stone ceiling of the dining hall reaching up high, the rectangular room reaching far off towards either side of her. The stone floor was covered in soft purple rugs, numerous lit sconces dotting the walls and illuminating the hall. The expertly crafted dinner table spanned nearly the entire length of the room, made of a honey-coloured wood and polished to a smart shine.
Thick wooden chairs, practically ornamental with the amount of gold and jewels they had been inlaid with, lined the two sides of the table, with a particularly tall one at the head of the table. Numerous candelabras were set over the dinner table, each placed over a dainty circular kerchief to prevent any dripped wax from landing on the table. Each candelabra supported three thick, white candles, every single candelabra lit despite the only occupant of the room being Zelda, herself. Zelda was dressed as impeccably as usual, even for something as simple as a late meal. She was dressed in her favourite ensemble, wearing her long gown-like dress, the dress colourful and expensive enough to instantly denote her status as royalty. The dress was sleeveless, with the torso coloured purple, the dress pale pink below her waist. The dress reached down far enough to completely hide her feet, the end of the dress lightly running along the floor as she walked.
There were two strips of deep pink that went around the dress near the bottom, the lower of the parallel strips thicker than the one above it. She had a pure gold belt around her waist, the belt easily revealing how slim the princess’ waistline was. Hanging from the belt, over the front of the dress and thus her legs, was a long cloth attachment ending in a sharp point near her ankles, the garment appearing to be purely decorative in purpose. It was coloured deep blue and had a red border, the Hyrule Royal Family’s crest done over it, along with the Triforce at the very top of the cloth, the Eye of the Sheikah between the two. She was wearing gloves long enough to be considered sleeves, themselves, the gloves covering her arms up to almost her shoulders, ending around the middles of her upper arms. She was wearing golden pauldrons, despite wearing no armour, the pauldrons seemingly for decorative purposes, like the cloth over her legs.
The pauldrons had curling embossments designing them, making them look more like art pieces than things meant for defending the body. Attached to either pauldron, fixated over her chest, was a golden plate shaped like a short and stubby pentagon, with the top point pointing downwards. Designed over the face of the plate was the Royal Family’s crest. She wore golden earrings of a fair size, dangling down by either side of her neck. The earrings were shaped like the Triforce, done more like outlines than faithful depictions of the Holy Relic, with the empty hollow in the center between the pieces the only filled-in piece. Her pure blonde hair was swept back and brushed to a perfectly straight, uniform neatness, aside from twin manes that hung down on either side of her face in front of her ears, those manes turning wavy near the end. She wore almost no makeup at all aside from some mascara, defining her eyelashes and making her deep blue eyes seem all the more striking as a result. She wore a golden circlet, the circlet having a large ruby set into it, over the center of her forehead.
Zelda sighed slowly, idly bringing a silver fork to her lips, slipping a cooked baby carrot into her mouth. Her plate was covered in small piles of cooked carrots, peas, corn, and mashed potatoes. Set not far from her plate was a small golden chalice, the exterior decorated with rows of rubies. Beside the chalice was a tall glass bottle, opaque thanks to the dark red fluid filling it. Normally, Zelda wasn’t much interested in alcohol of any kind, but the pattern she had noticed with her dining schedule had inspired a bit of adventurousness, inside her. Knowing full well that she would likely, yet again, have another whole meal by herself, Zelda had elected to try something from her father’s wine collection, hoping it might add some excitement to the solitude. Unfortunately, the wine did little in the way of spicing up the lonely dining hall, leaving the princess even more disappointed than before. Putting her elbow to the edge of the table, she rested the side of her head down in her hand, staring down at her food.
As she chewed on the soft baby carrot, she idly dragged the prongs of her fork through her mashed potatoes, her boredom reducing her to an internal debate over which pile she should eat from, next. “My, my...Playing with your food? Uncultivated table manners, little princess.” A voice suddenly rang out, from the other side of the room. Zelda almost dropped her fork in surprise, raising her head from her hand, looking over. Between two wall sconces, from a slim patch of shadow, a tall figure began to emerge. Zelda suddenly smiled with relief, putting her fork down, hurrying up to her feet. Stepping away from her seat, she brushed her hands over her dress, making sure it was smoothed out and wrinkle-free. Questions quickly formed in her head as she, somewhat hastily, said “Midna? Is that you?” A pale leg quietly stepped out from the darkness, the Twili walking out a moment later. Zelda looked her up and down, finding herself comforted by Midna’s familiar clothing.
The Twili was quite tall, at least a full head taller than Zelda herself, her body lean and slim. If there was one thing about Midna that Zelda knew was a fact, it was that Midna certainly didn’t want for confidence. The outfit she wore showed off a lot of skin, something Zelda would never have the confidence to do, even if clothing of such a revealing nature was allowed within her wardrobe. Being the princess of Hyrule certainly placed restrictions on her and her decorum, some of which she embraced, some of which felt caging. Midna wore what amounted to a long, thin cloak, opened wide at the front with the hood resting back over her shoulder blades. The cloak reached all the way down to her heels, the wide cloak tapering to a point behind her feet. While the exterior side of the cloak was pure black, the underside was bright baby blue, almost neon in hue. The exterior side of the cloak was trimmed with white at the edges, while the body of the cloak was decorated with designs.
The designs, coloured gray, were shaped somewhat like gears, half-circles coming down the cloak on either side of Midna’s torso, chips taken out from the inside curves. At first glance, one might mistake the cloak for possessing sleeves, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that the long, black sections over Midna’s arms were actually part of her skin. While her hands were pale, the dark sections covering her forearms ended at points over the backs of her hands, similar to fanciful sleeves. Her forearms were covered in glowing green markings, the many lines and curves seemingly having no pattern or meaning, Zelda unable to comprehend the markings as anything other than unusual decorations. The open view to her chest and stomach helped expose the two colours to Midna’s body. At least half of Midna’s skin was coloured pale blue, so light that it was nearly snowy, while the rest was pure, inky black.
The left and right sides of her chest were black, making her breasts less obviously bare, giving her a more humble appearance. Much of her stomach was pale, making her navel visible, although her left hip was black in a stripe that led up to her chest. Beneath her right breast, at the edge of the black section covering her, two curved “hooks” were designed into her flesh, small black sections that each pointed up towards her left breast. A pale stripe went up over her chest, moving between her breasts and going up to her throat, leading up to Midna’s beautiful face. Her features were nothing less than stunning, Zelda unable to spot a single imperfection in the Twili’s visage, something that actually aroused a bit of jealousy inside the princess when she considered that Link might’ve been seeing Midna, the whole time he had been away. Midna’s eyes were bloody red, accentuated with both black mascara and eyeliner, along with some purple eyeshadow.
Her plump, pouty lips were covered in lavender lipstick, making them shine enticingly. For the first time that Zelda could remember, Midna wasn’t wearing her elaborate jewelled headdress, her bright orange hair fully on display without her hood to mask it. Two thick manes of her hair were pulled over her shoulders, brought together over the center of her chest with the aid of a decorated stone collar, the piece designed with wavy lines rippling upwards and downwards. Around her waist, Midna wore an odd metal object acting as a belt, the iron-coloured object lined with numerous vertical slashes, separating it into dozens of segments. Over the front of the belt, between Midna’s navel and groin, the belt connected at two downwards curls, adding some artistic flair to the accessory. The belt held up the second half of Midna’s outfit, the long, thin black fabric that acted similar to the bottom half of a dress. The dress was split all the way up Midna’s right side to her belt, completely exposing Midna’s right leg, showing off her pale skin marked with glowing green symbols. The front of the dress was, like her cloak, completely black, though designed with white gear-like symbols. Zelda put on a smile, warmly saying “Er, welcome, Midna. It’s good to see you, it’s been a while...”
“It certainly has. How have you been?” Midna asked, in a somewhat cool tone. Her hips swaying sensually, she started to walk around the table, her bare feet making no sound against the rugs covering the floor. Zelda stood still, waiting for Midna to come around the table, folding her hands together over her stomach. “I’ve been well, and you?” She politely asked, in return. Midna rounded the head of the table, stepping around the throne-like seat, approaching Zelda with a little smile on her face. “I’ve been just fine, don’t you worry.” Midna answered. Zelda resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow, although she was growing curious over Midna’s somewhat distant attitude. “I was just having dinner, I didn’t expect anyone would be joining me...Would you like something to eat? I could have more brought.” Zelda accommodatingly offered. Midna briefly smiled, then said “I’m not hungry, but...I can smell the wine. A glass of that might be nice, thank you.”
Zelda gave a quick nod, saying “Alright, just give me a moment, I’ll get another cup...” Midna smiled again, Zelda quickly turning and hurrying across the room, heading for one of the two shut doors leading into the room. Heading off to the foot of the table, she approached a tall wooden door across from it, quietly opening it and slipping inside. Midna pulled out a chair beside Zelda’s, briefly looking around with half-closed eyes before she settled herself into the seat. As she waited for Zelda to return, she quietly drummed her fingers over the armrests of her chair, her long, carefully groomed nails tapping away at the wood. She looked over when she heard the door open up again, spotting Zelda come through the doorway, another golden chalice held in one hand. She quietly shut the door behind herself, then hurried back over to Midna. “Here, let me...” Zelda gently said, setting down the chalice in front of Midna, reaching over for the bottle of wine.
Midna waited in silence as Zelda carefully poured her a glass, filling up the chalice to the brim before setting the bottle back down. Smiling lightly, she took her seat again, agreeably saying “I wasn’t expecting a visit...If you’re here, does that mean Link will visit, too?” Midna stared at Zelda as she took a sip from her chalice, her eyes still relaxed and half-closed. As she set her chalice back down, she calmly said “It’s funny you mention him, actually. I can tell that there’s something on your mind...What’s bugging you?” Zelda let out a quick little breath, collecting herself. “Well...I, um...I haven’t seen Link for quite some time, now. It’s been a few weeks, in fact...I was just wondering if you knew where he was.” Midna raised an eyebrow, taking another sip from her chalice as she flatly said “You think he and I have been together, don’t you.” Zelda blinked, mumbling out “Well...Eh...Yes.” Midna smiled widely, casually saying “The last time I saw him was at that big party, we were all at. You’re just as much in the dark as I am.”
Zelda found herself sighing with relief, her eyes going down to her plate. She abruptly found her hunger reinvigorated, but refrained nonetheless, knowing it was rude to eat in front of someone who wasn’t. Midna looked down to her chalice, leaning towards the table. Putting her left elbow to it, she, like Zelda had not long before, rested the side of her head down in her hand, taking a small gulp from her chalice. “This answers a lot of my questions. I haven’t been able to see Link for ages...I came here, actually, because I thought he might be with you.” Midna admitted. “Really?” Zelda asked, looking over, reaching for her own chalice. Midna shrugged with her eyebrows, taking another gulp from her chalice. “I don’t know how much sense this will make, for you...But...There were a lot of times where I’d just find myself in Hyrule.” Midna slowly said. Zelda quietly listened, taking a rather large mouthful from her chalice, resisting the urge to frown as the flavour of wine ran over her tongue.
Despite her inexperience with alcohol, she swallowed down the whole mouthful without giving a reaction to the taste. Secretly, Zelda now hoped that being seen with wine would make her look more mature in Midna’s eyes, thus gaining some of her respect. The strong, somewhat bitter taste of the wine coated her throat with warmth, the vaporous scent filling her nostrils from within her own body. “I used to just appear in Hyrule...The first two or three times it happened, I was confused, but then I realized that I only ever went to Hyrule when Link was around to see me...After I got to know him, I didn’t really care, anymore. I even came willingly, a few times...But, after that party, everything stopped. No more surprise visits. I was all ready to grill you for answers, but I guess I was being paranoid.” “If you were being sent to Hyrule, I assure you, I had nothing to do with it...” “Oh, I know. I just thought that you might’ve been keeping him so busy that he didn’t have time to see me.
I suppose we were both thinking the same thing about each other.” Zelda’s brow furrowed in thought, the princess absentmindedly taking another gulp from her chalice. “So...If neither of us saw him after that party...I wonder if anybody else has? There were a lot of people, there...Some of them I recognized. Princess Ruto was there, and so was Nabooru...Saria was there, and even that woman from Lon Lon Ranch, I think...Malon was her name, if memory serves me correctly.” Midna mumbled quietly in response, her expression starting to turn melancholic as she took another mouthful from her chalice.
The two fell into silence, spending about ten minutes quietly finishing off their chalices. Once they had finished, Midna glanced at the wine bottle, the left side of her head still resting over her hand. “Mind if I have some more?” She asked. Zelda glanced at the wine bottle, quickly saying “Oh, no, it’s okay. Here...” Zelda took the bottle in her hands, carefully tilting it over, refilling Midna’s chalice. Midna gave her a quiet thanks, taking a sip as Zelda refilled her own chalice. Zelda took a gulp from her chalice before quietly setting it back down, looking over at Midna. The previous helping of wine having sufficiently lowered her inhibitions, Zelda quietly said “All those women, at the party...Do you think Link’s slept with them all?” Midna barely raised her eyebrows, her eyes down on her wine as she gently spun it around the interior of the chalice. “Perhaps. To be honest, I never really had a problem with the idea of Link seeing other people...So long as he loved me, I didn’t care if he had some fun.”
“But, there were a lot of girls, at that party...” “And even some men, too. What’s your point?” Midna questioned. Zelda lightly shook her head, sighing gently as she quaffed several mouthfuls in a row. Midna smiled with amusement. Knowingly, she said “Easy, pace yourself. Keep that up, you’ll wake up with the worst headache you’ve ever had.” Zelda actually smiled, feeling a little embarrassed as she set her chalice back down. After a few moments of amicable silence, Zelda said “I suppose, in the morning, I’ll talk to a few knights and see if they can’t visit Lon Lon Ranch...The rest, I can contact, myself.” “Mm.” Midna merely mumbled out. Zelda took another gulp from her chalice, warmly saying “I suppose...You’ll be going, then? Or...?” Midna smiled, lightly. “Well, I’m here, now...I could stay, for a little while. Been some time since I last had wine, like this.” Zelda gave her a friendly smile, saying “I’d like that.” Midna smiled a little stronger, taking a sip from her chalice before she said “Why don’t you tell me how you and Link met? I imagine it’s quite the story, if half of the things he’s told me were true.”
Zelda grinned momentarily, then started to explain. She started off with the dream she had had as a child, where she could see darkness consuming Hyrule, only to have a child hero emerge from the Kokiri Woods, banishing the evil as he came. “When Link snuck into the castle and found me spying on Ganondorf and my father, I knew my dream had been a vision. I knew it was fate. I knew we’d be able to stop Ganondorf...We could both see the evil in his eyes, even then. How my father didn’t, I’ll never know.” Zelda let out a sigh. She went silent for several seconds, then took a few big gulps from her chalice. Midna listened quietly as Zelda continued to explain, mentioning the secret attack Ganondorf had orchestrated on the castle, culminating in the royal family scattering to the winds simply to survive. “Impa took me and fled on horseback, but I spotted Link as we crossed the drawbridge...We had been so close, so close...We could’ve stopped him, but..We were too late. Still, I threw Link the Ocarina of Time...I panicked when it fell into the stream under the drawbridge, but it must’ve been meant to be.”
Midna nodded, drinking some more from her chalice. Zelda went on to explain her temporary escape from Hyrule, and her subsequent return under the guise of Sheik, a male Sheikah. “You mean, you were cross-dressing?” Midna asked, letting out a surprised little laugh. Zelda gave Midna an unimpressed look, a little frown gracing her features. “It was the safest thing I could think of, Ganondorf never would’ve suspected it!” Zelda quickly said, defending herself with an indignant tone. Midna took a drink from her chalice, chuckling to herself as she said “I could never do something like that, heh heh. I’d never be able to pull it off.” Zelda fought a smile, for a moment, before a giggle bubbled out from inside her. “Alright, in hindsight, it was a little silly...But it really freed me up. Ganondorf was none the wiser, I could move throughout Hyrule and try to stop him...He wasn’t all that concerned about me. And, once Link woke up...It was time to get to work.” Zelda said, with a bit of pride.
She explained how she met Link again, as well as how difficult it had been to not immediately reveal her true identity. Midna listened as Zelda explained meeting Link at each Temple, teaching him special songs to let him teleport to them whenever he wanted, the two draining their second cups of wine in the process. As Zelda poured them both third cups, she explained how she saw Link for the last time as Sheik, seeing him in the Temple of Time one more time before discarding her disguise and revealing her true identity. “Something tells me that something bad happens.” Midna commented, smiling warmly. Zelda momentarily grinned, feeling thoroughly open and happy with Midna, something she didn’t realize could’ve easily been attributed to her third helping of wine. Holding back laughter, Zelda said “I guess I should’ve seen it coming, but things were so tense, a-and I just couldn’t keep on deceiving Link. It didn’t take long for Ganondorf to catch me. Link immediately went after me, though...”
Zelda’s held-back laughter faded away, the happiness in her eyes dying. Over the span of a few seconds, the warmth on her face disappeared, leaving her expression one of deepening depression. When Midna noticed, her own strong smile began to fade away, but never left her entirely. Zelda looked down at her chalice with misty eyes, staring for a few moments before she mumbled out “I love him, you know...Why doesn’t he visit me, more? I...I think I dreamed seeing him, before...” Zelda raised her chalice to her lips, swallowing mouthful after mouthful until she had polished off the entire helping. Bringing the chalice back down with a little gasp for air, she quietly said “I remember lying in bed...I think he came in through the window, but...Everything goes dark, after that. When I woke up, I felt like I had just had a bath, and Impa wouldn’t talk to me...My butt was really sore, too...” Midna’s smile faintly grew stronger with amusement. Softly, she said “I love him, too...I miss him. I’m sure that if he’s gone, though, it must be for something important.” Zelda’s eyes were starting to glimmer with tears as she said “Even if he had his reasons, I can’t believe he’d j...Just disappear, for all this time...I mean...” Zelda reached for the wine bottle, but Midna was quick to stop her.
Quickly setting her chalice down, she reached out, taking Zelda by the wrist. Knowingly, she said “I think you’ve had enough, princess...When you trade the laughs for tears, you start going down the negative path. Having more will only make it worse.” Zelda put on a smile, warmly saying “Okay, not a full glass, but...I’m really thirsty. Half of a glass? You’re not even finished your’s...When you finish, I’ll finish too, how’s that?” Midna gazed at Zelda, for a few moments, before she lightly shrugged. Taking her hand from Zelda’s wrist, she said “Well, it is your wine...Just remember, tomorrow morning...I did warn you about drinking too much.” Zelda waved a hand at Midna, grinning to herself as she partially refilled her own chalice. Midna quickly finished the rest of her wine, feeling content and fogged as she set her chalice down. Zelda had another mouthful of wine before she slowly said “T...To tell you the truth, this is...This is my first time drinking wine. I don’t know if...Heh, if I should even...Even be...”
Midna smiled widely, sitting up in her chair, saying “Yeah, alright...You’ve definitely had enough. Let’s go, princess. Get up.” Tears began to run down Zelda’s cheeks, despite the big, silly smile on her face. “No, no, wait! I haven’t even finished...Mmm...” Zelda mumbled as she brought the chalice to her lips again, a little messily gulping down some more wine. Midna sighed, getting to her feet, slipping her hands under Zelda’s shoulders. While her own balance wasn’t the best, Midna definitely had better control of herself than Zelda did, pulling the intoxicated young woman to her feet before forcing her to put down her chalice. “You need some time in bed. Let’s go, you’re gonna show me the way to your chambers.” Midna said, trying not to stumble as she guided Zelda away from their chairs. Zelda giggled to herself, willingly going along with Midna. As Midna kept her right arm around Zelda’s shoulders, Zelda rested the left side of her face over the front of Midna’s shoulder, close to her breast.
She slipped her left arm around Midna’s waist, eventually followed by her right over Midna’s lean tummy, Zelda almost hugging Midna as she walked along with her. “Mm, alright...I...I guess...” Zelda slowly mumbled out. Midna guided Zelda around the dinner table, heading towards the second door in the room, just across from the center of the hall. When they reached the door, Midna quietly turned the knob, pulling the door inwards before stepping out with Zelda into a tall hallway. The hallway stretched on towards their sides, moving both to the left and right. Like the dining hall, the walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of pale, marble-like stone, with a long strip of purple carpeting running down the length of the hallway. Banners hung from the walls, regal purple in colour, each proudly displaying the royal family’s insignia. Metal sconces were set in the walls between banners, though by that time of night, most of them had either died out or been manually snuffed.
Midna glanced left and right, noticing that there weren’t any knights patrolling. “Doesn’t the king have knights watching after his only daughter? Where is everybody?” Midna questioned. Zelda simply mumbled out “Mm, we should’ve...Taken the...Nng, mff...” Midna gave Zelda a little shake, trying not to wobble as she said “Fine, just tell me where your bedroom is...I’ve never seen this part of the castle, before.” Zelda mumbled something, chuckled to herself, then pulled her right arm from over Midna’s stomach. Pointing down towards Midna’s left, she loudly said “That way! Find the staircase...Or something...Hehh...” Midna smiled, beginning to head down the hallway. “You get silly when you get drunk.” Midna teasingly commented, smiling more. Zelda grinned, mumbling out “And you get...Um...You smell really nice...” “Huh?” Midna raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Zelda. Zelda, perhaps oblivious of what she had just said, added “And I’m not drunk...I never drink...It was just purple water...Or, eh...Really rotten grape juice...”
Zelda started laughing to herself, making a fair bit of noise in her blissful stupor. Midna smiled again, shaking her head, sighing out “You really can’t handle yourself. I’m hardly tipsy. If you keep making a racket, people are gonna investigate. You’ll only make a fool of yourself...” “Oh, everyone deserves to be stupid, now and then...Except for me, apparently...I’m not allowed to have any fun...” Zelda said, her pouting hardly serious. Fresh tears ran into her eyes, however, as she continued, sadly murmuring out “But, the joke is, I’m stupid, anyway...Is it wrong for me to love him?...Did I push him away?...” Midna sighed, but gave Zelda a squeeze with her arm. “Oh, stop it, Zelda...It wasn’t stupid. I haven’t even seen him, and we...We’re...Um, maybe I should save that for another time. The point is, if I haven’t even seen him, then it can’t be your fault...Maybe something happened to him.” Up ahead, Midna could spy a circular stone staircase, heading upwards in a tight spiral.
Zelda sniffled, a few times, as she said “Yeah...Yeah, maybe...It’s just been so long since I saw him...I was so sure you two had been together...Now I don’t know what to think...” Midna tried to sound as compassionate as possible, but her tone ended up turning into one of a slightly condescending adult speaking to a confused child. “I think you need to get some sleep...Look at you, you can barely stand...Hard to believe just a few glasses of wine did this, to you...” Zelda grinned, nuzzling the side of her face against Midna’s chest, almost ending up dropping her head down against Midna’s breast. “Heh, you care about me...You’re always so mean to me, though...I don’t know what I did to make you hate me...” Midna’s expression was drained of warmth, a somewhat sad look coming to her as she tried thinking of an answer. Her eyes went wide, however, as Zelda’s left hand moved from her hip, suddenly going down and planting itself against Midna’s rump. Zelda, not too roughly yet certainly not gently, started to grope Midna’s left cheek, kneading around the plump flesh from over Midna’s clothes. Zelda smiled warmly, letting out a little coo before saying “I can see why Link likes you...I kind of missed you, you know...” Midna raised an eyebrow with annoyance, frowning. Curtly, she said “If you wanted to piss me off, you’re on the right track.” She moved her free arm over, grabbed Zelda’s hand, and pulled it back over to her hip.
Zelda giggled, to herself. The two started to ascend the staircase, something that their lack of balance made difficult. As they started to round the bend in the stone staircase, Midna muttered out “Zelda, you’re being reckless...You’re making too much noise, a-and what if someone had seen you touching me?” Zelda laughed to herself, but quickly tried to suppress it. Whispering, she playfully said “Pfft, who cares?...You, me, and Link have fooled around a whole...Whole bunch of times...I’ve seen you naked...So much, I’ve practically got you memorized...I’m not allowed to touch you, anymore?...” “When did I ever allow you to touch me? If someone saw you, you would’ve felt humiliated.” Midna responded, clearly annoyed. Zelda mumbled something incoherent, then giggled to herself. Zelda shifted her right hand from Midna’s hip, bringing it over Midna’s stomach, gently rubbing up and down. “Your skin’s so soft...Ohh, I love this...” Zelda mumbled out.
Midna glanced at Zelda, raising an eyebrow, despite the foggy look beginning to creep up in her eyes. “What’s gotten into you? Have you forgotten that Link isn’t even here? There’s nobody for us to put on a show, for...” “I know, but that’s the damn problem!” Zelda whined out. She struggled to get on to her tippy-toes, trying desperately to press her face against the side of Midna’s neck, starting to kiss away at her. Midna was practically grinding her teeth together when Zelda suddenly whispered out “Shh, this is a secret...Can’t tell anyone, okay?...Alright, here it comes...You can’t laugh...I’ve been getting...Really, really h-horny, without Link around...” Zelda suddenly broke into mad giggling, a combination of relief and shame filling her at the confession. Zelda started to rub downwards over Midna’s stomach, fiddling with her belt for a moment before giving up, her hand drifting down over Midna’s thin dress. Midna found herself unwilling to stop Zelda, at first.
The princess slipped her hand down over Midna’s groin, clumsily trying to press down over her dress, feeling around for Midna’s mound. Zelda’s breathing was getting hard and husky, her voice low as she whispered out “It’s been so long since I’ve spent a night with him...Sometimes, it drives me...Crazy...Just get so...Hehh...Heyyy, you...You know what? Maybe Link will show up if we do it...Do it...I wouldn’t be surprised...” Midna’s expression was calm as she took her arm from around Zelda’s shoulders. She shifted her arm a little higher up, reaching her forearm down over Zelda’s right shoulder. When her hand came down over Zelda’s right breast, she started to squeeze, her grip increasing until Zelda winced and whimpered. “Ow, ow, Midna, you’re hurting me! That’s my boob!” Zelda quietly protested. Midna’s cheeks were starting to fill with colour, her heartbeat quickening. “At least when you’re sober, you know how to behave. When you get drunk, you get rude. Amazing to think that all it takes is some wine to make you lose your high-class etiquette...”
Zelda closed her eyes and smiled, still trying to rub over Midna’s womanhood as they reached the top of the staircase. “I’m sure you can teach me to behave, all over again...” Zelda teased. Midna’s brow furrowed, but the blush on her face was intensifying. Her breathing started to deepen, she eased her grip on Zelda’s breast, gently starting to fondle the globe from over Zelda’s dress. “You...Stupid little...” She muttered out, the annoyance in her tone a thin front for her rising want. Midna led Zelda into the hallway leading away from the top of the staircase, numerous sets of shut doors positioned on either side of the hall. All of the sconces in the hallway had died out, leaving the two in almost complete pitch-darkness, something that had no effect whatsoever on Midna yet left Zelda all but blind. In a whisper, Midna said “Which room is your’s?...Do you know?” Zelda brought her face down over Midna’s chest, a tremble running through her body as she pushed her face into Midna’s right breast, feeling the silky soft flesh press against her features.
“The...The one with two purple...Two purple emblems...” Zelda barely mumbled out, too enraptured with Midna’s body. Midna spotted the door that Zelda must’ve been referring to, noticing a door on the far end of the hallway that had twin purple banners hanging from the wall, on either side. Midna started to guide Zelda towards the end of the hall, careful not to make any noise, all too aware that the very king and queen of Hyrule may be sleeping in one of the rooms the two were passing. Progress was smooth until Zelda blurted out what was on her mind, somewhat loudly saying “Goddesses above, I wish I had boobs like these...” Midna’s eyes went wide with surprise and panic. Her response was entirely instinctual, Midna desperate to silence Zelda before she could say anything more. Her right hand went from Zelda’s breast to Zelda’s jaw, quickly pulling open her mouth. She moved Zelda’s head until her mouth came over Midna’s nipple, Midna pulling Zelda’s head against her chest, engulfing her areola between Zelda’s lips.
When Zelda realized what Midna had done, her body started to tremble. Tears of joy trickled from her eyes, and without another word, she started to suckle, quickly running her tongue over Midna’s firm nipple. Midna let out a heated sigh, her eyes fogging as Zelda dipped her hand between Midna’s thighs, trying to cup her womanly mound. Zelda whimpered in her throat when she got her hand over Midna, feeling the Twili’s heat through her dress, her pliable flesh quickly starting to dampen the fabric. “Stop...” Midna quietly pleaded, her breathing almost turning to panting. Zelda responded by bringing her other hand down from Midna’s hip, slipping it under her dress before starting to fondle her tush, again. Midna’s walking started to turn awkward, Zelda relentlessly sticking both hands between Midna’s thighs, hungrily exploring her body. Zelda mumbled desperately in her throat, grabbing and patting at Midna’s bare cheeks, feeling her soft flesh jiggle and sink beneath her fingers. Midna had to hold back a little groan as Zelda plunged her fingers into the valley of Midna’s rear, rather firmly beginning to massage over Midna’s rosebud the moment her fingertips found it. “Stop, you’re...” Midna mumbled, trailing off. Zelda whimpered in her throat, her eyes completely ecstatic as she opened them, a crack.
A moment later, Midna had managed to get Zelda to her bedroom door. Reaching over with her free hand, she quietly turned the doorknob, pushing the door inwards. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind the two of them, sighing faintly with relief. She took a moment to look around, the familiar room not having changed a bit since Midna’s last visit. The floor of the room was covered in a massive blue rug, stretching from corner to corner. Over towards the right, a large vanity mirror was set against the wall, a wide desk to match placed in front of it. The desk was covered in cosmetics, beauty products of all kinds lying on top. Across from the doorway, the room’s single window lay open, allowing in heavy amounts of cool night air. A few art pieces hung on the walls, but the majority of space was taken up by bookshelves, each one stuffed with grimoires. Zelda’s canopy bed was easily the largest bed Midna had ever seen, the huge resting area easily capable of accommodating at least five people at a time.
The canopy surrounding the bed was pure white, while the sheets and pillow cases were matching purple. Zelda gave Midna a few light pats over her tush, feeling her ample rear jiggle when Midna suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling it back to her hip. Midna pulled Zelda’s head up from her breast, making her slick, saliva-coated nipple pop from the princess’ mouth. “You drunk little...!” Midna muttered out, hurrying Zelda towards her bed, pulling her along. Zelda giggled, lightly. Still rubbing a hand between Midna’s thighs, she coquettishly said “You’re starting to soak your dress...” Midna grunted as she pulled Zelda to the side, making her gasp when she tripped and fell forwards, landing over the foot of her bed. Zelda landed over her front, bouncing lightly over her bed with her legs hanging over the edge. Zelda smiled, turning herself over, nibbling on her bottom lip as she looked up at Midna. Panting, Midna breathed out “What would your parents have said if they saw you, back there?”
Zelda shrugged, spreading her legs wide, stretching lightly by arching her back. “I guess wine excites me...” She mumbled out. “That’s an understatement...” Midna huffily said, crossing her arms over her chest and turning to the side, partially facing away from Zelda in annoyance. Zelda grinned, reaching down to her dress, slowly beginning to pull it upwards. “I never should’ve come, today...” Midna somewhat coldly commented. Zelda giggled, then murmured Midna’s name. Midna looked over, an eyebrow raised. Her eyes went wide. Zelda had pulled her dress up to her waist, one hand pulling her drenched white panties to the side, exposing her puffy red slit. With one finger, she was lazily rubbing over her swollen clitoris, playing with herself absentmindedly. Midna swallowed some excess saliva, staring with fogged eyes, for several seconds, before she turned away. “Stop it, I’m...I don’t like girls...You already know that...” Midna muttered out, without much conviction.
Zelda started to pout, lowering her chin, her bottom lip quivering outwards. “Midna, don’t be mean...You should be okay with this...” Midna turned around, muttering out “How the hell do you figure?...” Zelda stopped pouting, looking downwards with fogged, half-closed eyes, her mouth hanging open a crack. She started to rub at herself a little more vigorously, using two fingers as she increased her tempo. Audibly struggling to get the words out, thanks to her rising pleasure, she mumbled out “After all those threesomes with Link...You should be...Nngh...Should be comfortable enough...I...Mm...I wanna...” Midna stared at Zelda, her eyes eventually drifting down to Zelda’s thighs, the blush covering her face intensifying as she watched Zelda play with herself. A little huskily, she breathed out “...You wanna what?...” Zelda’s face went dark red like a cherry, her eyes going up to Midna’s as she mumbled out “I...Wanna feel your...Y-Your puss. On mine.”
A throb ran through Midna’s body, pangs of pleasure reverberating between her legs. “My puss?” Midna echoed, her heart thudding with excitement. Zelda nodded eagerly. “Why do you hate me, Midna?...Look at me...I’m going crazy, and it’s all your fault...” Zelda complained, dipping her fingers into her ridge, getting them freshly slick with her juices before rubbing away at her clit. Zelda moaned lightly, hanging her head back, closing her eyes. Her legs gave a cute little twitch, her little white slippers falling from her feet as she started clenching her toes. Midna stared for several moments, swallowing some excess saliva, again. The display was too much for her to handle, the alcohol in her system only seeming to make the throbbing between her thighs more intense. Silently, Midna began to undress, slipping out of her clothing completely and leaving her garments in a small pile, on the floor. Zelda seemed too lost in pleasure to pay attention to her, anymore.
She lay back on her bed, masturbating rather furiously, urgently trying to rub herself towards an orgasm. “My fault?...” Midna quietly questioned, stepping closer to the bed. Zelda nodded, loudly grunting out “Uh-huh! Nngh...” Midna stepped between Zelda’s legs, putting her hands to her hips. Her brow had sunk, but the hazy look in her eyes proved that she had given in to lust. Her mouth hanging open a little, she coldly said “It was your wine...You wanted to drink it...You didn’t want to stop...You got horny...None of this is my fault...” Zelda felt Midna exert a type of magic she had never felt before, a sort of dark energy that quickly swelled in power. Zelda opened her eyes, raising her head, a little. With only a bit of moonlight coming in through the window, Zelda could faintly make out Midna’s silhouette, along with the new and unusual shape jutting up from her groin. Her eyes went wide. “What the...? Y-You’ve got a...?!” Midna bit on her bottom lip and smiled, her brow sinking further. She shook her head, lightly. In a light and seductive tone, she said “No...It’s not what you think. It’s not flesh...But it’ll do the job.”
Zelda blinked, looking up to Midna’s eyes. Her bright orange hair was the only thing about her that was easily visible, in the gloom. Midna surprised Zelda by grabbing her right arm, pulling her over, putting her on her chest. Zelda, breathing heavily, was too confused to say anything. Midna grabbed her long dress, pulling it up to her waist and throwing it up on to her back, exposing Zelda’s tight little bottom. “Put your knees on the bed...” Midna commanded, patting the backs of Zelda’s thighs, admiring her creamy, soft flesh. Zelda complied, breathing hard as she got up on her knees, keeping her knees over the edge of the bed. The right side of her face was pressing against the bed, Zelda’s arms resting up by her head, stretched out. Midna chuckled breathlessly as she grabbed Zelda’s pure white panties, pulling the innocent undergarment down her thighs, exposing the princess’ bodily treasures. Zelda tried to look back at Midna, mumbling out “What’re you gonna do to me?...”
Midna laid her hands over Zelda’s rump, squeezing her cheeks, giving her a few little pats. Anxiously, Midna muttered out “You’re horny like a dog in heat, you’re drunk off your ass, you miss Link and blame me for his disappearance, and to top it all off, you have the audacity to blame me, for everything?...Well, fine...I accept full responsibility. It’ll be up to you to deal with the consequences...” Zelda’s face went cherry red, again. She closed her eyes, her mouth hanging open in lust as she arched her back, sticking her rump up a little higher in an offer towards the Twili. “You wanted to teach me manners?...” She softly asked, wagging her hips left and right. Midna gave Zelda a few pats over her bum, in confirmation. “Bite your sheets...Only the rough stuff will make you behave like a princess should.” Midna panted out. Zelda whimpered in excitement, but didn’t take Midna’s advice. Midna took a hold of Zelda’s hips, coming closer to her, lining her magically-created strap-on with Zelda’s vulnerable tush.
The strap-on immediately created a slick feeling between Zelda’s cheeks, the oozing tip pushing between her cheeks, immediately finding her rosebud. Zelda’s eyes widened, momentarily, before she shut them, surprised by yet accepting of Midna’s choice. She groaned as Midna pushed forwards, forcing the thick, slimy tip against her delicate rear entrance. Midna put more pressure over Zelda’s back entrance, the gooey lubricant coating it quickly beginning to ease open Zelda’s sphincter, the hard black tip pushing open her body. Zelda groaned a little urgently in discomfort, prompting Midna to slow down, easing off on the pressure for a few seconds to give Zelda a chance to relax. Zelda mumbled appreciatively, wiggling her hips after she had settled back down. Midna started to push forwards again, and after a moment, Zelda’s ring loosened up considerably, yielding to Midna and allowing her entrance.
Midna mumbled pleasantly, moving her hips forwards, able to tell just how tight Zelda was by how much resistance the strap-on faced. Zelda moaned when the strap-on pierced into her, letting out another as the first few inches slid into her, her vocalizations light and soft. Midna looked down and watched as she sunk every inch of the false phallus into the princess’ rear, spearing her on the magically created toy. Midna pressed her loins up against Zelda’s tush, grinding her hips around, making Zelda clench and groan. “Nng, so deep...” Zelda whispered out. “Just relax and take it...Proper manners usually have to be pounded home...” Midna murmured, smiling widely. Zelda merely moaned in response. Midna gave a little grin, pulling two inches back out of Zelda’s tush, gently driving it back in. Zelda let out a trembling breath as Midna started her rhythm, going with small, deep thrusts, keeping as much of the strap-on inside Zelda as possible.
Midna smiled at the little sounds Zelda made, her nobility unable to censor her voice. Midna could feel a trickle of her own fluid slowly begin to roll down the inside of her left thigh, the burning need between her legs only getting stronger. Midna slowly started to pull out a bit, making her thrusts longer, moving at least half of the strap-on through Zelda’s gentle tush. Zelda’s vocalizations grew stronger, for a bit, as she struggled to cope, fighting to keep herself relaxed. Midna started to jolt into Zelda whenever she slid home, suddenly and forcefully pushing in the last half-inch or so, delightfully making her loins bounce into Zelda’s rear. Zelda moaned pleasantly, urging Midna on with a throaty exhale. Midna grinned lustfully, bringing her right hand up from Zelda’s hip, slapping it down against Zelda’s tush in a mild spank. Zelda’s back passage tightened up in surprise, Zelda moaning faintly, Midna squeezing Zelda’s cheek affectionately.
Midna suddenly picked up her pace, making her short, hard thrusts progressively faster. Zelda’s moans and whimpers started to turn into groans and quakes, but she never asked for mercy, struggling to handle Midna’s new speed. Zelda was breathing hard and ragged, her entire face red as she was taken from behind, light wet sounds coming from the fluid coating the strap-on. Midna started to grin lecherously. She raised her left leg, putting her foot down on the edge of the bed, not far from Zelda’s left knee. She leaned over Zelda a little, using the new position for added momentum, her forceful thrusts starting to turn into rams. Zelda groaned loudly, her vocalizations turning urgent as Midna started to piston her hips back and forth. “Y-You’re being too rough...” She quietly protested. “Hah...That’s the point...” Midna responded. Zelda whimpered quietly, Midna giving her tush another light spank. “Here, this’ll help...” Midna panted out, reaching over, grabbing Zelda’s right wrist. She pulled Zelda’s arm under her, making Zelda tremble when she planted the princess’ hand over her own quim, pushing her fingers into her plump, drenched mound. Zelda took the hint, her fingers quickly getting to work, playing around with her swollen clit. Midna, breathing hard with rising perversion, huskily said “You might wanna bite those sheets, now...Get ready for the stretch...” “The stre-Hnng!?” Zelda said, cut off by her own shocked grunt.
Dark magic radiated from behind Zelda, the strap-on suddenly beginning to thicken, the sudden increase in girth forcing Zelda’s sphincter to widen. A fresh coating of goopy lubricant appeared over the thickening strap-on, the copious fluid smearing along the valley of Zelda’s rear, spreading everywhere. Zelda grit her teeth, her toes curling as she started to dig two fingers into her quim, moaning loudly in her throat. Midna’s strap-on stopped thickening after an inch or two of girth had been added, making the false phallus all the more impressively sized. Despite the increase in thickness, however, Midna never slowed down her movements, deciding not to give Zelda any time to try and cope. “T-Too big! I can’t feel my legs!” Zelda protested. “Don’t be so melodramatic...” Midna teased, giving Zelda’s rear a few squeezes. Zelda screwed her eyes shut tight, furiously rubbing three fingertips left and right across her clit, trying desperately to cum.
Midna bit her bottom lip, pounding away at Zelda as hard as she could, clapping sounds rising up as her flesh slapped against Zelda’s own. After several seconds, Zelda’s legs suddenly reared up, her toes clenched tight. Her mouth hanging open, her eyes screwed shut, she let out a shuddering breath. Her hand still waving over her mound, the sudden clenching over the strap-on proved that she was having a little orgasm, something Midna intended to exploit. She grinned, suddenly making the strap-on start to thicken, again. Zelda’s eyes shot open, going wide. She started to kick her legs up and down, grabbing a fistful of her bed sheets, pulling them over and shoving them into her own mouth before she screamed. Her eyes started to roll up into her head, sweat breaking out on her forehead. A sudden gush of fluid squirted from her nether regions, soaking her fingers, her watery girl-cum spraying down against the edge of the bed.
Midna smiled in pleased satisfaction, letting the strap-on grow another inch or two of girth before making it disappear, entirely. The thick shape jutting from her groin melted back into the darkness, the thin, invisible straps running around her body fading with it. Zelda fell forwards on to the bed, panting hard, letting her handful of bed sheets come away from her mouth. Midna could see, with no small amount of satisfaction, that her efforts had paid off; Zelda’s rear was red and stretched, her sphincter abused into a gaping, lubricated opening, ready for the next contender. Midna smiled, bringing her hands down over Zelda’s cheeks, delicately stroking along her. With her touch, she congratulated Zelda for enduring, Midna even going so far as to lean over, pressing a gentle kiss to Zelda’s left cheek. It took several moments for Zelda to recover enough to speak. Midna took her hands from Zelda as she slowly started to turn herself over, groaning out “Ohh...That was...Th-That was great...”
Midna smiled. Zelda tried to sit down, wincing, quickly pushing herself back up. “Ooh, ow...I’m gonna feel this, in the morning...” She mumbled, placidly. “Do you remember your manners, now?...” Midna asked, just a little teasingly. Zelda smiled, faintly. She struggled up to her feet, Midna helping her get up from the bed, standing beside her. Zelda, whose balance was already skewed thanks to the alcohol in her body, ended up wobbling and standing with her feet pointed inwards, aimed towards one another. Mostly, that was thanks to the stretching her rear had taken, the pummelling her tush had taken temporarily damaging her coordination. Although sleepy from the euphoria of her orgasms, Zelda stood and started to pull her dress off, rather clumsily disrobing until all of her garments and jewellery were left in a pile, on the floor. Putting her hands to her hips, smiling, she faced Midna, her eyes half-closed. “I remember my manners...” She sleepily said.
Midna, blushing and immensely aroused, faintly gasped when Zelda came closer to her, wrapping her arms around Midna’s waist. Grabbing Midna’s rear, she sunk her fingers into Midna’s dark bottom, grabbing her juiciness with surprising ferocity. Zelda tilted her head back, looking up into Midna’s face, her head barely level with the Twili’s chin. The intoxicated young woman trying her best to sound seductive, she murmured out “What kind of hostess would I be, if I didn’t offer to aid my guest?...Sh...Shall I help you?...Shall I thank you?...” A tremble ran up Midna’s spine, Zelda fondling and caressing her rear, playing with her bubbly cheeks. Zelda pressed herself against Midna, kissing at her throat, pushing her right thigh between Midna’s legs. Midna had to hold back a moan when Zelda pressed her thigh up against Midna’s burning quim, lightly rubbing around, enticing Midna. Breathing hard, Zelda murmured out “I know you want it...You’re almost dripping, down here...Should I taste you?...”
“N-No...Uh...” Midna quietly mumbled. To Zelda’s surprise, Midna slipped out of her embrace, moving closer to the bed. She slowly sat down over the edge, then leaned back and laid down. Her expression turning sheepish, she reached down and slipped her hands beneath her knees, parting her legs as she pulled them up into the air. Exposing herself, she lifted the tail of her spine for a moment, making sure that her tush was easily accessible. Zelda looked at her with surprise, blinking. Midna gazed at her, for a few seconds, before she murmured out “You’re right, okay?...I need to get off...I’m drunk, I don’t even care...You can...You c-can do the same thing to me, if you want...I guess it’s fair...If you want, that is...” Zelda needed a moment to comprehend what Midna was suggesting. When the situation clicked in her mind, she started to beam, smiling widely. Her eyes flashing happily, she tried not to sound excited as she said “Okay!...I can do that...” Midna gave a little nod, nibbling at her bottom lip nervously.
Zelda looked down at herself, putting her hands to her hips. Staring at her soaked, blushing womanhood, she mumbled out “Never done anything like this, before...Guess it can’t be too, too hard...Umm...Let’s see...Making a...A toy...” Zelda, clearly unsure of herself, placed her hands over her abdomen, forming a triangle with her index fingers and thumbs between her navel and mons. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, Midna watching her hesitantly. A brief, twinkling light came over Zelda’s groin, and a moment later, a shape began to grow from her nether regions, swelling up proudly. Midna raised her eyebrows in desire, but she started to frown when the light disappeared, revealing the object for what it was. Zelda had succeeded in creating the straps for the toy, a sort of harness-like contraption going around her hips and groin, although the toy extending from her groin was unusually shaped.
Instead of cylindrical with a rounded end, Zelda’s strap-on was shaped a bit like a long, thin diamond, with four sides ending in sharp corners. Midna stared at the strap-on, for a few seconds, before she looked back up to Zelda’s eyes. “I’m not that drunk.” She flatly commented. Zelda looked back down at the toy with frustration, tilting her head to the side, a little. She mumbled something barely coherent, another glittering cloud of light wafting over her groin. When it died, Zelda appeared to have landed the magical formula. The straps to the toy turned pure white, inlaid with gems of varying colours. Extending from her groin was a golden imitation of a male’s anatomy, standing strong with even a pair of orbs, below. Slathered with juices, it gleamed in the darkness, the generously sized toy ripe for Midna’s eyes to drink in. Midna’s mouth hung open a little, her eyes going a bit wide. Her legs gave a little twitch, the Twili staring in admiration at Zelda’s toy.
Zelda grinned a little at Midna’s reaction, swaying her hips left and right, watching Midna’s eyes follow in a hypnotized gaze. Midna blinked, after a few seconds, snapping herself out of her stupor. Pulling her knees back until they were on either side of her chest, her forelegs up in the air, she quietly said “C’mon, I’m waiting...Try not to fall asleep on me, you damn lush...” Zelda giggled, to herself. In a not all that alert voice, she mumbled out “I’m not falling asleep, don’t worry...” Midna merely raised an eyebrow. When Zelda stepped up to the edge of the bed, Midna’s expression turned more demure. Zelda, clearly hungry for more passion, put one hand over Midna’s quim, mumbling in appreciation as she rubbed around over the hot mound. Midna nibbled at her bottom lip, watching Zelda’s hand feel around, eventually dipping out of sight as it went down for Midna’s other entrance. “Jeez, it’s so dark...I can’t even...” Zelda mumbled, trailing off when she found Midna’s puckered little backdoor.
“Anh...There...You found it...” Midna mumbled out, encouragingly. Zelda hummed happily, smiling widely. She quickly got into position, leaning over until her knees found the edge of the bed, her hands slipping under Midna to her lower back. Lifting Midna up by the tail of her spine, she brought Midna’s rump over her thighs, bringing the strap-on within useable distance of Midna’s orifices. Midna let Zelda keep her hands over the undersides of her knees, freeing Midna up to stretch her arms up past herself, leaving everything within Zelda’s control. Zelda smiled pleasantly, shifting her hips around until her new protruding toy dipped down to Midna’s rosebud. Midna slowly took in a deep breath as the slippery tip pushed against her, a shivering moan gliding out from between her lips as Zelda started to firmly push inwards. Midna’s sphincter yielded quickly enough to surprise Zelda, her strap-on slipping in without much difficulty. Midna closed her eyes, groaning lightly as Zelda quickly pushed in inch after inch.
Zelda watched Midna’s face, barely able to make out a few details in the darkness, able to see Midna’s mouth hang open in ecstasy. “Ohh, yesss...That’s it...” Midna faintly moaned out, sounding relieved. Zelda bit her bottom lip, grinning with excitement. She started to push in much faster, almost ramming in the second half of the toy, making Midna’s tone of voice go from relieved to surprised. She started to clench her toes, happily mumbling out “Deep...Heh...Heh heh...” Zelda, her breathing getting hard again, quickly pulled half of the strap-on back out, then roughly plunged it back inside. Midna’s eyes went wide in shock, a choked little sound born of strain popping out from her mouth. Zelda started unceremoniously plowing Midna’s vulnerable rear, her thrusting awkward and cumbersome. Zelda’s skill with such a toy was amateur in almost every respect; Midna, of course, didn’t expect Zelda to have intimate knowledge with what it was like to use such an extremity, but she did expect her to have some idea of what thrusting should be like based on personal experiences and preferences.
Surely, if Link had immediately started ramming Zelda’s bottom without giving her time to stretch, she would complain and stop him, so why did Zelda think that she could treat Midna the same way and get different results? “Hey, uh, you’re...You’re being pretty rough, Zelda...Slow down a little...” Zelda looked at Midna with genuine confusion, her eyes starting to look hurt. “I thought you wanted me to act like this?” She asked, confused. Midna smiled, lightly. She didn’t answer Zelda, instead offering guidance. “Go a little slow, at first...Move your hips more gracefully, you’ve got it in you...Don’t be so jerky and rough...” Zelda nodded lightly, saying “O-Okay, sorry...” “Don’t worry about it...” Midna said, winking playfully. Zelda smiled, slowly moving her hips again, trying to move as elegantly as possible. Midna closed her eyes, relaxing, basking in the sensation of having her rump stuffed. Zelda grinned to herself, the strap-on plunged as deeply as possible inside Midna’s welcoming confines, nestled home in Midna’s velvety back passage. Zelda started to wiggle her hips as she thrusted inwards, screwing the strap-on around as it invaded Midna. Quietly, she said “Tell me when you’re gonna cum, okay?...I wanna feel it...” Midna passively mumbled in acknowledgement.
Zelda listened as Midna’s breathing steadily grew deeper, Zelda’s strap-on facing virtually zero resistance as it slipped through Midna’s ring. Zelda started to speed up her movements, making her thrusts longer and harder. Midna quietly moaned in pleasure. Zelda kept up her attentions, for a minute, before she took her right hand from behind Midna’s knee, bringing it down over Midna’s nether lips. Midna let her leg come down, stretching out over the edge of the bed, a moan coming from her as Zelda started playing with her. Zelda rubbed at Midna’s moist ridge, for a few seconds, before dipping her fingers into Midna’s petals, feeling her hot, soaked canal constrict at the intrusion. Midna groaned, the vocalization getting louder when Zelda started rocking her fingers back and forth, sinking them deep into Midna before withdrawing. Tiredly, Zelda said “It’s...It’s kinda hard to move my hips...You really stretched me open...” Midna opened her eyes, looking up at Zelda.
Her body was getting covered in droplets of sweat, either from discomfort or exertion, likely a combination of both. Midna smiled playfully, but there was an understanding look in her eyes. Murmuring, Midna said “You’re not gonna give out on me, are you?...” Zelda eagerly shook her head, though her eyes were going unfocused. Midna knew she had to do something to keep Zelda alert, otherwise the princess might fall asleep. Confidently, she said “Okay, go as fast and as hard as you want...Make me moan, if you think you can...” “A-Are you sure?...” Zelda asked, her tired eyes going uncertain. Midna grinned. Zelda’s eyes started to sharpen again, Zelda’s urge to pound Midna reemerging from within her fogged mind. Almost growling, she took her hand from Midna’s womanhood, grabbing Midna’s outstretched leg, again. Pulling her leg up by the knee, she shoved Midna’s knee back down by her chest, putting both legs up in the air.
Zelda bared her teeth, a little, as her brow sunk, the princess’ thrusting very quickly increasing in intensity. Midna shut her eyes tight, her jaw momentarily tightening up as the anal attention turned to anal pummelling, Zelda’s panting filling the air as she crashed her hips against Midna’s rump. It was only after a few moments of listening to Zelda’s ragged panting that Midna realized Zelda was planning on putting every last ounce of her energy into the sodomy, only increasing the threat that Zelda would merely fall asleep before Midna reached her finish. Midna loudly moaned out “Rub me...Play with my pussy!...” Zelda immediately complied, releasing Midna’s left leg again, slapping her right hand down over Midna’s mons. The sudden pain surprised Midna, but Zelda made up for it by rapidly flicking her thumb back and forth over Midna’s stiff little clit, adding more stimulation. Zelda, apparently having lost herself like an animal, started to do full-length thrusts, withdrawing almost to the point of pulling the strap-on out of Midna before savagely pushing back in.
Midna grit her teeth in discomfort, sweat droplets beginning to run over her skin as she panted. “Gonna...Gonna stretch your ass...Gonna break you!...” Zelda mumbled, barely coherent. Midna’s eyes went wide, her moaning turning urgent and panicked as a bright yellow light suddenly shone from Zelda’s loins. The fluid coating Zelda’s strap-on grew so copious that it was running deeper into Midna’s insides, thin trickles forced out around the toy whenever Zelda pounded home. The toy started to thicken, fairly quickly gaining an inch of girth, then another. Midna’s toes curled and spread apart, her eyes wide in shock as electric pleasure flew through her, the pain and ecstasy of having her rump stretched burning her towards an orgasm. Midna lost her breath, shutting her eyes tight for a moment, her mouth hanging open wide. “...C...Cu...!!” She barely managed to gasp out. Zelda played with Midna’s nub of a clit, rubbing it between her index finger and thumb.
When Midna started squirting, she sucked in air, her hot girl-cum gushing out in a short geyser. Zelda pressed her hand down over Midna’s mound, covering her slit, forcing Midna to gush and cum against Zelda’s palm and digits. Midna continued to squirt for several seconds, letting out numerous little jets before her flow finally ended. Abruptly, Zelda’s strap-on disappeared, the princess collapsing forwards. The two of them, sweating and panting, lay together, Zelda barely conscious as her chest crashed into Midna’s, her face pushing into the side of Midna’s neck. Midna let her legs finally stretch out, hanging over the edge of the bed. Midna wrapped her arms around Zelda, her eyelids flickering as she said “Good...Hahh...You did good...” Zelda barely smiled in response. Midna, her rear rather stretched, started to leak lubricant, but she was far too exhausted to care. “You’re so much fun...We should...Do this...Sss...” Zelda mumbled, trailing off as she blacked out.
Midna barely smiled, bringing one hand to the back of Zelda’s head, stroking over her long blonde hair. “Little sex fiend...” She muttered out, closing her eyes affectionately. It didn’t take long for Midna to fall asleep, the two of them breathing peacefully as they rested in the darkness...
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