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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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Twilight Hour (True Midna Twins)

Link And His Ladies

Part 61 - "The Future"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: September 27, 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. Bringing Midna back for one of the final chapters was first suggested by the user avtrfan. Contains - Oh holy crap, is this the last chapter? In that case, I should put in every fetish under the sun! Nah, just kidding. This thing’s pretty vanilla, aside from how long it is.)

Link’s eyelids rose, his body giving a start as he jolted into wakefulness. Still half-asleep, he glanced left and right, both to ascertain his location as well as to ensure his own safety. He quickly recognized his whereabouts, noticing that he was no longer in the foggy, sacred meadow. Out of the heart of darkness, he was back in the Lost Woods, Epona slowly clopping along. As his mind dispersed the fog of sleep and became more alert, something began to nag at him, some little crinkle disturbing what would’ve otherwise been an ordinary moment. It took him a few moments, but when he understood what had changed, he started to smile widely. It was certainly odd to be viewing things from so high a perspective, considering he should still be a child...
Looking downwards, he sighed through his nose. He was back in his adult body, and Epona, too, had returned to her adult body, no longer a young filly. Link smiled more, feeling a little excited over the development. Bringing a hand to the side of Epona’s neck, he gave her a few strokes, murmuring out their new destination. Epona snorted, heading towards one of the massive passageways in the Lost Woods, the hollowed-out log cast in shadows. Walking in, the two disappeared, finally exiting the dangerous territory.
It was still night when the two walked out into the Kokiri Woods. Somewhat strangely, there was nobody out and about, but beyond noting the unusual quiet, Link didn’t pay the emptiness much mind. Walking out into Hyrule Field, Epona headed into the final leg of their trek, walking along towards the ramparts of Hyrule Market. The sun began to rise just as the duo reached the great stone wall, the drawbridge lowering just in time to prevent Epona from coming to a stop. The market was still rather quiet as the two made their way through it. Aside from some vendors heading to their stalls, the place was silent, lacking the traditional hustle and bustle. Epona walked along towards Hyrule Castle, the great architecture looming before her as she headed up the incline in the path, climbing the gentle slope. Coming up to the tiny wrought iron gate, the guards were already cranking it open, looking at the weary traveller with a mixture of surprise and relief.
Perhaps his disappearance had become the thing of gossip? Whatever the case, Epona waited patiently for the royal knights to fully open the way, then continued along the dirt road. The main drawbridge of the great castle was just then beginning to descend, opening the way into the inner courtyard. Link decided against barging into Hyrule Castle, of all places, and eased Epona to a stop by the drawbridge. He was sure Epona was relieved that her journey had finally come to an end, Link giving her an affectionate stroke along her neck. A contingent of knights was beginning to cross the drawbridge as Link slipped down from Epona’s saddle, sighing as he touched down. After having been off of his feet for over an entire day, his legs gave him some temporary trouble, making him feel weak and unbalanced. Epona almost immediately started towards a nearby tree, obviously hoping to munch on some of the fat apples hanging from the lowest branches.
The dozen or so knights formed a neat row in front of the drawbridge, the leader politely waiting for Link to turn his gaze away from his steed. Once he had, the knight respectfully said “Hero of Time, we had heard rumours of your departure from Hyrule Kingdom. If you’ve come to speak with the Royal Family, I regret to inform you that they’re most likely still enjoying their blessed slumber.” “Oh...I see. Guess I am a little early.” Link commented, glancing up at the golden sky. The knight continued. “If you’d prefer not to come back at a later time, we can see to it that you have a place to wait. Perhaps you could join the Family for their morning meal?” “That’d be nice, but to be honest, I had been planning on making a short visit. I simply need to speak with the princess. I wouldn’t say it’s a matter of grave importance, but...It has personal importance, nonetheless.” A few of the knights subtly glanced amongst themselves, but most were too disciplined to allow such displays.
The leader sounded the slightest bit off-balance as he said “Er...Well, in that case, I could speak with Impa. I believe she’s already awake, she could see about rousing Her Highness. Until then, would you prefer to wait inside, or...?” “Yes, please. Leave my horse be, by the way. She’s been on the move for over twenty-four hours. She deserves a rest.” The leader of the knights nodded, agreeably stating “As you say.” Link approached the knights, who smartly turned on their heels and began walking back across the drawbridge. Link gave Epona a glance. His steed was too busy demolishing an apple with her teeth to notice his departure, or perhaps she was too weary to be very interested in his business. Either way, ever since he had truly spoken with her as another human individual, it had become difficult not to think of her as a thinking individual. After all, she had displayed an acute awareness of the situations taking place around her. Link looked back to the knights, following close behind them as they led him into the building...
“Thank you for this, Impa. I know I’m inconveniencing you...And Zelda, probably.” “It’s no bother, Link. I’m certain Zelda was going to wake up soon, anyway. Keep in mind that she...Might not be in the most gracious of moods. I’m told she drank an entire bottle of her father’s wine, last night.” Link smiled and chuckled. “Oh, really? I never would’ve thought. That’s certainly not like her, any idea what would’ve caused it?” Impa slowly glanced over at him. “Well...Every day of your disappearance, she had done nothing but speak of you.” Link’s smile immediately withered, self-aimed disappointment filling his eyes. “Oh...Right.” He sighed, gently. Impa continued to stare at him, for a moment or two, before looking away. Dressed as she always was, wearing her purple and black uniform, the beautiful woman led him up to the princess’ bedchambers, coming to a stop in front of the door. She raised a hand for the doorknob, but hesitated before her fingers found it.
After a moment, she looked over at Link, genuine curiosity in her eyes. Her brow flickering downwards, she quietly said “Link, just out of curiosity...Where were you, all that time? Zelda seemed convinced that you were avoiding her. She even requested that I, personally, search for you. The trail went cold outside of the Kokiri Woods. I asked Saria if she had seen you, but...” Link sounded unsure as he quietly said “Ahh...” Eventually narrowing his eyes in confusion, he met Impa’s gaze, again. “...Have you ever heard of a land called “Termina”?” Impa briefly glanced off to the side in thought, then curiously said “Termina?...No, I can’t say that I have. Whereabouts is it?”
Link’s expression became one of resignation. Shrugging weakly, he barely shook his head. “That’s just it, I don’t know...It’s a bit of a long story.” Impa continued to gaze at him for a moment, then grasped the doorknob. “Wait here. I’ll make sure that she’s presentable.” Link nodded in understanding. Impa turned the knob, barely opening the door, squeezing into the opening. She paused before she even made it through. Link heard her sigh. “Oh, goddesses...” Hearing Impa groan the words out put a smile on Link’s face. Impa slipped through the doorway, then promptly shut the door behind herself. Link raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps off to the side. Putting his back to the wall, he waited for the royal daughter to awaken and prepare to receive her visitor.
Link was kept waiting for nearly half an hour. At times, he could hear Impa speaking with Zelda, and judging by the tone in her voice, she wasn’t pleased with the princess. Impa was careful not to speak too loudly, however, to ensure that Link couldn’t make out her words. Finally, after waiting around for so long, Link heard the doorknob turn. Perking up and looking over, he watched as the wooden door slowly swung inwards. Impa stepped out, first. Looking over at Link, she quietly sighed through her nose. “She’s ready to see you, now.” Looking back into the doorway, Impa quietly added “Keep in mind, Zelda, that breakfast will be served within the hour. I will return upon the serving of the meal.”
“Of course, Impa...”
Link felt a chill pass through his stomach at the sound of her voice. It had been weeks, hadn’t it? It felt like even longer, for him. How many days had he relived, in Termina? How many times had he been forced to reuse the same seventy-two hours, in order to save that doomed land? Impa began to walk away, stepping past Link, departing down the hallway. When Zelda stepped out, Link gently raised his chin, his posture unknowingly becoming straighter, stronger. She had decided to forgo her jewellery, it seemed. She was wearing a long, white dress, the sleeveless garment reaching all the way down to her ankles. The torso of the dress was pink, the neckline never dipping below her collar bones. She wore long, sleeve-like gloves, the pink gloves feeling velvety to the touch. Tiny white slippers were on her feet, and her hair had been brushed to an immaculate straightness. Compared to her usual dignified ensembles, the streamlined outfit was surprisingly low-key.
When she laid eyes on him, her sleepy eyes were filled with light, a stunned little smile coming on to her face. Not daring to speak above a whisper lest she interrupt what must’ve been a dream, she breathed out “Link...You’re back. I was wondering when you’d...” Link suddenly stepped towards her, causing her to trail off. He wrapped his arms around her, gently pressing her to himself in a hug. She immediately smiled, her whole body beginning to tremble like a dying leaf. Wrapping her arms around his waist, her eyes went dewy. She snuggled her face next to his, trying not to sniffle. Link gently rubbed over her spine. “I’m sorry if I worried you. I wanna tell you everything.” Zelda smiled more. Her arms tightened around him, looping harder. Now that he was finally seeing her, again, she couldn’t bring herself to let him go...If she released him, he might take flight, again. After a few moments, Link realized why she wasn’t letting him go.
Soothingly, he rubbed along her dress, waiting for her to get her fill of the embrace. Murmuring, she said “I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back...” Link smiled. “I’m back, and I’m never going anywhere, again. I wanna explain. I probably shouldn’t tell you any of it, and you might not believe me...But I wanna tell you everything. Maybe you’ll be able to make sense of it.” Slowly, Zelda started to release him. Looking into his eyes, she quietly said “...You’re not planning on leaving, are you? You’re not gonna find some reason to leave, twenty minutes from now?...” Link gave her a reassuring look. “I’ve got all the time in the world, now. Let’s talk.” Zelda’s smile brightened. Gently, she took his hands in her own, threading fingers with him. Slowly, she backed up through the doorway, leading him into her bedchambers. Quietly, she shut the door behind him...Then locked it, just for good measure.
“...So, then they came and started holding up the Moon, and I went up to face off with the Skull Kid. He gave me another mask, himself...Called it the real bad guy. I put it on, and it...Changed things. Levelled the playing field. It was around that time that I found out that it wasn’t the Skull Kid that was evil, but the mask, itself. Majora had been controlling the Skull Kid, all along.” Zelda stared at Link with perpetually wide eyes, her lips set in a flat line. The two sitting beside one another on the edge of her bed, Link had refrained from explaining his misadventure guided by the goddesses, and had focused on his more traditionally heroic exploits in Termina. He, logically enough, didn’t think Zelda would be able to believe that he had been contacted, on numerous different occasions, by the golden goddesses, themselves. Lost in his story, Link couldn’t pick up how obviously speechless Zelda was, thinking she was merely listening intently.
“So, I fought with Majora in three different forms, and finally put a stop to it. The Happy Mask Salesman took it for safekeeping, and the Moon turned back to normal. The Skull Kid apologized for the things he had done, and his fairies...And perhaps more importantly, the four gods...All forgave him. I don’t know if the general Terminians know the truth, though. They’ll probably always remember him as what the mask had turned him in to. After that, the Carnival of Time took place, and I tried to get back to Hyrule. It wasn’t easy, but...” Raising his eyebrows, he said “I found myself back in the Lost Woods, deep in the territory, even past the Forest Temple. I don’t think anything other than fairies have ever been that deep into the trees. On the way back, I...Had an unusual dream. Maybe it’ll make sense for you.” Zelda blinked twice, quietly asking “What did you see?” Link brought a hand to his head, briefly touching his forehead as he said “Eh...Well...This is probably going to sound weird, but...I saw the goddesses. Nayru, Din, and Farore. They tried...Telling me something. It included you.”
Zelda’s stunned mask finally dropped, deep curiosity filling her eyes. Reaching over, she briefly touched his knee, saying “Dreams can be a way for us to decipher messages beyond our waking understanding. The goddesses may not have actually spoken to you, but please, tell me what they said, all the same.” Link weakly chuckled, beginning to realize just how skeptical Zelda really was. “Well, uh...They said that...Essentially...This isn’t the first time you and I have been alive...And that it wouldn’t be the last time, either.” Zelda’s eyes widened, again. After a moment, however, she gave a little shake with her head, her eyes narrowing and her mouth hanging open in flabbergasted shock.
Link raised his eyebrows, quietly saying “I know, I know. It gets weirder. They said that you and I...We’re some kind of...Special individuals. That you used to be a goddess, and that I was...I don’t know, some kind of warrior that you fell in love with. And that, uh...They said something about someone named “Demise,” but the name doesn’t ring any bells. That we’ve been getting ourselves reincarnated over and over again, and that it’ll never stop...That we’re stuck in a loop.” Zelda slowly regained her composure, looking off to the side. Staring off into the distance, she tried to make sense of Link’s statements, piece by piece. “Well...My name is a rather common one, in the Royal Family. My grandmother had the same name, for example. Reincarnation, however...I’ve heard of no concrete evidence of such a thing. Nobody has been born a hundred years after someone else, for example, while looking and behaving exactly like the preceding individual...Unless our reincarnations are so far apart from one another that nobody is left alive to notice. The name “Demise” doesn’t strike true with me, either. And, there are only three goddesses, everyone knows that.”
“Well, I said that, too. They said that Hylia was never actually one of them...I guess she wasn’t strictly a “golden goddess,” per se.”
“Hylia? As in, Lake Hylia?”
“Right. And, think about it. It might make sense, considering there were four gods in Termina. A lot of people in Termina were identical to the people in Hyrule, sometimes even behaving a lot like them. Come to think of it, I probably saw a Terminian version of everyone in Hyrule aside from you, myself, and Ganondorf. If there were four goddesses, the Terminian gods would be like the opposite versions of them.”
Zelda tried to respond, for a few seconds, before simply sighing gently. Looking deep into his eyes, Zelda quietly said “Link, this is...A rather fantastical story. I hope you realize that.” Link gave a serious nod, firmly saying “Trust me, I fully realize that. Believe me, though. I wouldn’t lie about this sort of thing. What would I stand to gain?” Zelda faintly sighed, again. “I don’t think you’re lying, Link...I just think it’s possible that...Perhaps you were confused by something. What if the entire thing was just a long, vivid dream?” Link chuckled, then casually said “I don’t think so. This was real, alright. But...Judging by the way you’re reacting, you don’t believe me. Nothing weird must’ve happened here, while I was away. Moon didn’t get an angry face, or disappear from the sky?” Zelda slowly shook her head. Link chuckled, looking forwards. Leaning over, he put his elbows to his knees, his expression turning resigned. “Well, I can’t say I really expected you to take that all at face value. I know it’s an unbelievable story...That’s why you’re the only person I’m going to be telling it to. I don’t know where Termina was, but...Maybe it’s best nobody ever finds out.”
Softly, Zelda said “Some things are best left unknown.” Link gave a little nod. “Exactly.” The two went quiet, a silence drifting over them. After several long moments of contemplation, Zelda touched his leg again, this time on his thigh instead of his knee. “Well...I want to believe you, Link. I believe that you believe something happened. As for the dream...I do believe that that happened. It may not necessarily be completely accurate...But, you believed me when we were children, when I told you about my dream of Ganondorf.” Gently raising her eyebrows, she murmured out “Dreams are cryptic. They don’t plainly express what is real and what is metaphorical. You may be on to something...Or, it could’ve all been fantasy, but if you say the goddesses appeared before you, then...Maybe it meant something genuine.” “I’d like to think so, even if it’s pretty radical to think about. What if you and I have been around, before? I mean, obviously, I don’t remember any such past life, but...The goddesses said that it was something only my spirit understood..”
Zelda gently tilted her head to the side. “That’s possible...Yet, difficult to prove.” Zelda gave his thigh an affectionate rub, then finally withdrew her hand. Smiling gently, she said “Let me think on it some more, Link. I’ll contemplate the possibility. It’s possible that figures similar to ourselves have played pivotal roles in Hyrule’s history, but...For us to actually be reincarnations of them? That’s...That’s a rather large concept to accept.”
“But, you agree that it’s possible?”
“...Yes. I would say so, yes. More unusual things have happened, after all.”
Link sighed, gently. Smiling a bit, he said “Well, it’s a relief to hear that. Like you said, it could’ve been nonsense, but something tells me it wasn’t. It’s, eh...It’s a pity I can’t remember more.” Looking deep into his eyes, Zelda earnestly asked “That’s alright. Will you stay for breakfast, Link? You know you’re always welcome in these halls.” Link was quick to respond, but he was just as quick to trail off. “Well, I...” His eyes went off to the side. His lips remained parted, a crack. Zelda looked at him intently, awaiting his response. He had been about to tell her that his visit was only supposed to be a short one, but...Then he considered it. Why was he determined to spend as little time with her as possible? Why was he in a rush? Into the castle, speak with her, out of the castle, back home, and...To do what? What was there left, for him? He had even told her, himself...Now, he had nothing but time. The goddesses were no longer rushing him from place to place, lady to lady.
He could take it easy, relax, and spend time with people he cared about. He could do the things he wanted to do. And, after being so worried about him for so long, after constantly speaking of him with everyone around her, how callous would it be of him to reject a simple morning meal? It’d be fun, it’d be nice, and perhaps most pleasant of all, it would fill Zelda’s heart with joy. He looked back to her eyes. Closing his lips, he smiled, then gave a little nod. “...I’d love to. Should we head for a dining hall, or...Do we wait more, or...?” Zelda smiled brightly. Taking him by the hand, she stood up from the bed, prompting him to rise alongside her. She sounded just a touch surprised as she fondly said “We can go now, if you’d like. I’m glad you’ll stay. I know I’ve been bothering the people around me, with how much I’ve been talking about you. Seeing you, this morning, has been a very pleasant surprise...Thank you.” Link smiled, letting her slowly guide him over towards her bedroom door.
Sounding just a hint amused, he said “You don’t have to thank me, I like seeing you, Zelda. It’s just that, ever since we freed Hyrule, things have been...Pretty hectic. That’s all changed, though.” Smiling more, he confidently said “I won’t be leaving Hyrule, again. My home will always be in the Kokiri Woods, if you ever want to see me. I might fish at Lake Hylia or visit friends, but...On the whole, I’ll be a lot easier to get a hold of, nowadays.” Zelda started to beam a little, but she attempted to hide it, obviously not wanting Link to see how overly excited she was at the news. In a somewhat subdued voice, she said “I’m glad...I hope you’ll come visit me, as well. Let’s go, I’m sure my father will be pleased to see you, as well...”
Hours later, Link was finally walking back into his childhood home. Not only had his breakfast with Zelda and her parents turn into a long conversation, but the trip back across Hyrule Field had eaten up more time out of the day. Then, once he had returned to the Kokiri Woods, he wasn’t able to escape the surprise celebration that had been awaiting him. Saria, who had apparently been informed of Link’s return in advance, surprised him with a little party, organizing a picnic out in a small, grassy field. All of the Kokiri children had been present, begging to hear of his adventures, particularly the full details of how he had stopped Ganondorf. Link, still somewhat full from his breakfast with Zelda, abstained from the food. When that disappointed Saria, however, he ate a token sandwich, along with a paltry amount of soup, purely to please her. As everyone else ate, he gave them the story he had grown accustomed to telling, the tale that would likely define his life.
His time in Termina...He kept to himself. Zelda, herself, could scarcely believe it, and while these children had more yielding imaginations, they still likely wouldn’t be able to accept it for the truth that it was. The chatting and gallivanting had lasted well over three hours by the time Link felt it was acceptable to extricate himself. Before he could leave, however, Saria took him aside, asking him where he had been, for so long. Link jokingly explained that he had gone on a vacation in the Sacred Meadow, earning a horrified look from the Kokiri girl. Chastisingly, she told him that such a thing was no laughing matter. “After all,” she reminded him, “you’re a Hylian. If a Hylian gets lost, in there...” “I know, they turn into a Stalfos. I’m fine, though.” Saria had merely sighed at his reassurance. Smiling, she jumped up into his arms, kissing him on the cheek and hugging him tight. Welcomed back to his home, Link embraced Saria for a time, but eventually put her back down on her feet.
By the time Link was back home, the day was crawling into the evening, the sun descending on the golden horizon. Slipping off his boots for the first time in what felt like ages, he wearily dropped them down by the entrance to his circular home. Groaning tiredly, he pulled off piece after piece of his outfit, disrobing until he was nude. Piling his clothes atop the table in the center of his small home, he slowly eased himself down into his bed. He sighed with mild annoyance, noting with disappointment how small his bed had gotten. Regardless of it’s size, however, the exhausted hero was asleep in minutes, drifting off into dreams. A shadow flickered across the interior of his home, creeping towards his bed...
Link’s eyes suddenly opened. Yawning, he blinked sleepily, then raised his head. It was dark in his home, pale moonlight washing in through the window. Raising his hands to his face, he spent several moments rubbing the sleep from his eyes, yawning again once he was finished. Looking back towards the window, he sighed through his nostrils. Through his window, he could see the moon, sitting high in the black, starry sky. Slowly, he began to sit up. His expression quickly turned melancholy. Too alert to sleep any longer, too fatigued to get out of bed, he eventually began to contemplate his future. Had he been honest with Zelda? Was he really just going to sit around, all day?...Doing nothing but waiting the time away? Would his wanderlust really allow him to just stay in one place? It sounded peaceful, sure enough, but it also sounded like it lacked a certain vital something...Excitement. He felt a little restrained just by sitting in his old home, depressingly enough.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, after a few days. Once some time has passed and he’s relearned that you can walk around without a sword on your back, maybe he’d grow accustomed to the slower pace. Still, though...Without Navi, and especially without her, his special lady...Things probably wouldn’t be the same. Perhaps that was simply a scar he’d have to bear. In due time, it may fade. Without the goddesses assisting him, would he ever see her, again? Link’s eyes suddenly darted towards the moon. He could almost see her, now. Her pale and black skin, the duality reflected in her very body. Her soft, thin clothing, barely concealing her curves, more decoration than anything else. Her bittersweet demeanor, the cold exterior and the blazing interior. But, perhaps most of all, her smile, her bedroom eyes. Someone sucked their teeth behind him, long, carefully groomed nails beginning to tap over wood. Link’s eyes widened, his body twisting to the side as he looked over.
Standing there in all her splendour was none other than the Twilight Princess, herself. Leaning against the wall beside his front entrance, one leg crossed in front of the other, she gently tapped the ends of her fingers against the wall behind herself, drumming them repeatedly. Aside from her missing headdress, Midna was dressed as she always was, wearing her loose robe-like garment. She gazed at him with half-closed eyes, her lips set in a flat line. Her expression certainly wasn’t impressed, she didn’t appear elated to be laying eyes on him, again.
Link, on the other hand, smiled happily. Almost jumping up from his bed, he approached her, completely uncaring towards his nudity. “Midna, it’s so good to see you, again. I can’t tell you how much I missed you, while I was gone. You’re not gonna believe what happened to me.” Midna slowly blinked, still gazing at him with half-closed eyes. She never stopped drumming her fingers, looking down into the shorter Hylian’s eyes. Link walked closer to her, his smile weakening a touch when he noticed her lack of a reaction. Still, though, he tried to explain. “See, after that party, I went after Navi...I don’t know if you noticed, but when everything was done, a fairy showed up, and...Well, I went into the Lost Woods, and then I wound up in this place called Termina, and...Uh...” Midna stopped leaning against the wall, quickly walking up to Link. He barely noticed her brow sink before his head twisted to the side, a stinging slap connecting with his cheek.
Link looked at her with surprise, indignation in his eyes. Midna’s brow was deep, her eyes wide in anger. Nearly yelling, she loudly said “How could you?! How could you just disappear, for so long? I had no idea where you were! I looked everywhere, I even looked in the Twilight Realm!”
“B-”
“Now Zant is after me, again, and it’s all because I had to look for you! No word, no warning! You just up and vanish for weeks on end! Do you have any idea how cruel that was?”
“Midna-”
“I even resorted to visiting Zelda, just to see if she knew where you were! Do you know how worried I was? If something had happened to you, I...Hmph!”
Link started to smile from ear to ear. Giving Midna a wry look, he teasingly said “You missed me too, didn’t you, Midna?” Midna gave him a glare, but the way she stumbled over her words answered his question. “I did not! I just...Well, I was...Eh...I was just worried! You’re the Hero of Time, after all! This pathetic land would be defenceless, without you!” Link wasn’t convinced, and it easily showed. Starting to grin, he stared at her, watching her squirm under his piercing gaze. Her cheeks started to go red as she indignantly said “I’m not the one being questioned, here! You’re the one in the hot seat, you little Hylian! This is all your fault! Disappearing on me, and...Giving me no word, and...” Midna fell into mutters and grumbles, turning her head to the side, looking away from him. She crossed her arms over her chest, putting her weight on one foot. Link playfully poked her on her tummy, then teased her one last time.
“Did the big Twili miss the little Hylian? Hmm?” Midna’s entire face started to go red, apparently from a combination of embarrassment and frustration. Loudly, she abruptly said “That’s it! If you’re gonna be cruel with me, I’m gonna be cruel with you!” Link had only a moment to chuckle before Midna suddenly moved. Lunging towards him, her right hand went for his groin, grabbing his loins with a firm, rough touch. Midna pushed her fist hard against Link’s groin, pushing his hips back, purposely sticking out his rear end. Link grabbed her by her arms, trying not to stumble backwards from the grab. Giving a little chuckle, he looked up into Midna’s eyes, wordlessly asking for an explanation. Midna still looked outraged with him as she reached around him with her free hand, bringing it over his rear. Her first hand busy with his groin, she started fondling and stroking, trying to force him into arousal. Her second hand came down with a resounding thwap, giving Link the hardest spank of his life.
Link’s eyes shot open wide, his body tensing up. The first spank carried with it very little pain. Instead, he was simply stunned, shocked that Midna would do such a thing. He began to look a little outraged, himself, when he glanced back into Midna’s eyes. Just a little tauntingly, Midna smiled. Link recoiled several times in rapid succession as Midna started spanking him, over and over again. Her rough handling of his manhood eased up once he finally started to grow aroused, after numerous moments. Once he started to grow in her fist, her efforts became more focused, her arm rapidly shaking back and forth as she started milking him.
“Midna, what the hell? Quit it!” Link protested, squirming. Midna’s fist tightened on his rod, her hand grabbing fiercely at his backside. In a low voice, Midna huskily whispered, her face close to Link’s. “Listen, you. You had me worried sick. Then, you have the audacity to tease me, about it?...You brought this on yourself!” Link half-grinned. Under his breath, he said “Well, I’m sorry if you get flushed just from a simple ques-” Midna cut him off with another ferocious spank. An embarrassing red hand print began to develop in his skin, his skin beginning to sting and burn with Midna’s rather firm ministrations. Midna grinned and gave his tool a firm squeeze, feeling him pulse between her fingers. It didn’t take much longer for Link to decide that he had had enough. While he didn’t pull away from Midna and force her to stop, he decided that he’d give her a taste of her own medicine, all the same. Suddenly sweeping both arms around her, his hands came down on her rump, fingers sinking into her juicy cheeks.
Midna barely flinched at his tight squeezing, redoubling her efforts at spanking him, trying to get his other cheek, as well. Link firmly pulled Midna’s plump cheeks around, feeling her pliable flesh jiggle whenever he gave a little shake. Eventually, however, he released her wobbling tush, pulled his hands back, and swung them down in powerful spanks. He felt Midna tense up, her spanking momentarily pausing. When she started up, again, it could hardly be said that she was spanking him, anymore. Now, she was more or less smacking him, hitting him aggressively in a less than traditional location. Link couldn’t bring himself to spank her with such harshness, but it didn’t look like he needed to. Midna didn’t seem as adept at enduring his blows as he was, flinching and wriggling every few moments. Link wondered, with a smile, if Midna’s tush was really so sensitive. Her breathing turning fast, she touched the side of her face to his, closing her eyes.
If anyone caught them standing there, spanking each other simultaneously, it surely would’ve been a giggle-inducing sight. After several moments, Midna finally relented, simply grabbing a fistful of his backside. Her other hand pumped with frenzied effort, the top of her fist gently smacking into his orbs. Link responded by grabbing her rump even harder, getting as firm of a grip with both hands as he could. Midna barely pouted her lips, pleadingly pointing out “But, I stopped!” Link grinned. She gasped when he suddenly pulled on her tush, momentarily lifting her up off of her feet. Pulling her to the side, she fell backwards over the table in the center of his home, collapsing down on it. Her legs over the edge of the table, she barely had a moment to recover before he fell upon on her, getting on his hands and knees over her. One knee between her thighs, the other by her hip, he pinned her arms down with his hands, then locked his lips with her’s. Midna immediately closed her eyes, kissing him back just as passionately, instantly forcing her tongue between his lips.
Breathing hard against her face, Link used his knees to part and push up her legs, urging her to hook them around him. She opened her legs completely, raising them up and wrapping them around his waist, trapping him in place for coitus. Link impatiently pulled up the lower half of her garment, yanking the dress-like half of her outfit out of the way. His face by her’s, he blindly positioned himself for entry, then quickly pushed inwards. His swollen tip sunk into her valley, blossoming open her petals, making her shudder in delight as he started exploring her love canal. Sinking as deep as he could, he went still for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her muscles contracting as he filled her up. Midna waited for him to move, squeezing and clamping down on him anxiously. After several moments, her brow flickered downwards, an agitated smile coming on her face. “Gonna get moving, or are we gonna spend the night, like this?”
“Quiet, you.” Link muttered, slowly begin to grind his hips around, rubbing himself around inside her. Midna’s legs quivered around him, a steamy breath drifting out against the side of his neck. Still keeping her arms pinned down above her head, he felt her flick her tongue at his earlobe, then huskily whisper out “Bastard...You worry me sick, then you won’t even make love to me?...How could you be so cruel?...I should flip you over, show you how it’s done...” Link grinned. Kissing the side of her jaw, he said “Make love? As if you deserve such gentleness.” Midna let out a mock gasp, briefly tittering before Link suddenly started thrusting. Her honey pot almost dribbling nectar, wet sounds were already rising up with every little movement, their breathing picking up as he quickly began to move more roughly. Shutting his eyes, he thought of her slap, of her spanking. Whether or not she was justified was moot. It had hurt, it had been annoying, and it was perfect fuel for hard passion.
Midna groaned when his thrusting became hard enough, her legs squeezing tighter around him. His brow started to sink, his hands tightening on her wrists. Gruffly, he muttered as he plowed into her, grumbling by her ear. “Every day...Every day...I thought about you...I just wanted you in my, ngh, in my arms...All I wanted was you!...And then you slap me?...Yell at me?...” Midna nibbled on his earlobe, then panted out “How was I supposed to...? You disappeared...I should tie you up, keep you from ruuuuoh God!” Link’s thrusting grew deeper, his orbs hitting her as he hilted her. On particularly savage thrusts, he could feel his tip poking against the end of her tunnel, jolting her with discomfort whenever he kissed her cervix. Midna’s eyes began rolling around at the sensations, the ecstasy and pain clearing the thoughts from her mind. Lost in the clouds, she merely panted out for him to continue, begging him to make her feel even deeper pools of pleasure.
Link released her wrists. His hands found her’s, and instantly, the two threaded fingers, squeezing each other’s hands tight. After so long without sexual contact, Link’s stamina was a little less impressive than it could’ve been, but that mattered little. After hardly a few minutes, Midna was already moaning like an animal in heat, her eyes shut tight as she half endured and half enjoyed the rough plowing.
Wringing his member for all she was worth, she lustfully licked at his cheek, dragging her tongue along his skin. He pulled back, kissing her passionately, pushing his tongue between her lips. Coiling with her, he could feel her panting through her nose, the two of them throwing decorum to the wind. He released one of her hands, bringing his hand down to her chest, finding one of her globes. He had only planned on briefly massaging and fondling her, maybe pinching and tweaking her nipple, but Midna quickly used the opportunity to put her hand to work. Throwing her arm over his shoulder, she dug her nails into his skin, grabbing him in reckless need.
His skin burned as her nails bit through, but he was too far gone to think about stopping her. He pawed at her breasts for a little while longer, but eventually, his hand began to drift down along her abdomen. She moaned into his mouth when he found her swollen clit with his thumb, stimulating the little nubbin as fast as his thumb could move. Midna’s inner walls abruptly clenched with newfound zeal, her eyes beginning to roll backwards. After ten seconds of the treatment, her thighs started to quiver. After twenty seconds, she started whimpering against his tongue. After thirty seconds, she could no longer stave off her end. She barely tensed up just before she squirted, spraying her watery girl-cum against his loins. Sucking in a deep breath, she panted as he pulled his head back. Link kept thrusting, for a few moments, before the milking vise of her womanhood punted him over the edge. His jaw tightening, he kept his silence, his breathing turning harder as he hit the end.
Midna let out a shaky exhale as he let loose inside her, chuckling breathlessly as the heat of his seed spread throughout her. Her hand relaxed over his back, moving to his head, sinking into his hair. Slowly, she unhooked her legs from around him, the Twili contented now that her nether lips had gotten a taste of his cream. The two rested, for a few moments, before Link pulled his hips back, slipping back out of her. A second later, he began kissing her again, the afterglow unable to quench his need to grapple with her tongue.
The two had themselves a little kissing marathon, wrestling with each other’s tongue for a minute or two. At first, their kissing was still angry with passion, aggressive with wanting, and constant in need. As time went on, however, they both calmed down and embraced the afterglow, the kissing becoming gentler, softer. Finally, Link began to withdraw with his tongue, but Midna persisted. She followed after him with her long mouth muscle, even raising her head, a little, when he pulled back. Eventually, however, their lips parted. She took in a breath, then exhaled in a little coo. They opened their eyes in the same moment, gazing at one another.
Her eyes remaining partly closed, she gently began to smile, the anger in her eyes having all but vanished. Link smiled widely, joy beginning to well up in his chest. He slowly took in a deep breath, reaching a hand over to her face, gently brushing his fingers through her orange bangs. “...I’m sorry if I worried you. I didn’t really have much of a choice, in the matter.” Midna took a moment to respond. “If you say so. I suppose I believe you.” Link gently raised an eyebrow at her, turning his head to the side. Midna merely blinked. “...Why are you looking at me, like that?” Link silently narrowed his eyes. Midna began to avoid his gaze, looking off to the side. Begrudgingly, she mumbled out “...Fine, I missed you, too...” Link momentarily grinned. Easing back down to her, he closed his eyes, giving her a somewhat sloppy kiss thanks to the saliva dampening their lips. He felt Midna return the affection, kissing him a second time a little more strongly.
He pulled back after the second kiss, however. He started to get up from her, smiling gently as he took her by the hand. Helping her get up from the table, he slowly said “And, because you’re obviously reluctant to believe me...Don’t look at me like that, it’s pretty easy to tell, you even said that you “suppose” you believe me...I’ll tell you the whole thing. You’ll probably believe the story even less, but at least you’ll hear about what happened.” As Midna got up to her feet, she smiled knowingly. Briefly glancing upwards, she flatly said “Alright, I’ll humour you. Was it a grand adventure? Did you slay a dragon and rescue another princess? Did you just get lost somewhere and spend weeks going around in circles?” Link cocked an eyebrow at her, smiling. Leading her by the hand to his bed, he started to sit down, prompting her to join him as he eased into it. “Actually, it was an adventure. Wasn’t a fun one, either...That damn mask sure caused a lot of trouble. Wish I knew what Majora had really been.” Midna abruptly locked up, going perfectly still.
Looking over at Link intensely, she stood in front of his bed, still holding one of his hands. When she spoke, her voice was soft, low. “...A mask, you said? What, eh...What did it look like?” Link looked at her in curiosity, noticing her unusually tense reaction. “Um, kind of like a heart, actually. Was coloured purple and red, and had spikes coming out from around it. Had these really big, yellow eyes, and...Huh. Come to think of it...” Link narrowed his eyes at her in curiosity. “Do you remember when we first met, when you were in that little body? You remember that big rock helmet you wore? It covered one of your eyes, didn’t it?” Midna gave a little nod, but kept a solemn silence. Link raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
“I’m sure I remember that that helmet thing covered one of your eyes, and that it had an eye engraved over it, too. I’m pretty sure that the eyes on Majora’s Mask looked almost identical to the eye on your helmet. Pretty weird coincidence. Maybe the mask was just an alternate version of your helmet, like most everything else in Termina...But, most of the people in Termina were alternate versions of Hylian people and things, not Twili things.” Midna’s eyes were lost in thought, for a few moments. Eventually, she blinked, her entire demeanor changing. Relaxing again, she started to ease into his bed, moving around to try and get into a comfortable position. Changing the subject, she said “Hm...Odd. Sounds like you’ve cooked up quite the elaborate story, Link. I’ll allow you to regale me, for the time being...” Link raised an eyebrow, smiling widely. “This might take a while, but if you’ve got the time, I’ll let you know all the details...Promise me you won’t laugh when things get odd.” Midna tittered. She gave him a quick wink, but said not a thing.
“...And after that, I just sort of found myself in the Lost Woods. I was back in what might’ve been the heart of the territory, for all I know. I finally found Navi on the way back, reconciled with her, and...Said a final goodbye. I don’t really want to talk about it, any more than that. I found my way back, and...Yeah. Guess that’s the whole thing. Now you know what was keeping me so busy, all that time.” Midna barely hummed. Link lay on his back near the edge of his bed, his right leg left hanging over the side to rest over the floor. Midna was lying partially over him, the right side of her body over his left, her right leg kept between his. Considering the difference in height between them, Midna kept herself positioned a little lower than him, her shoulders lined up with his ribs. The back of her head resting over his shoulder, he had his left arm coming down over her until his hand could sit between her breasts. Midna kept her right elbow over his stomach, her hand coming up to her chest just enough for Link and herself to affectionately touch fingers, making the tender contact without fully holding hands.
Midna was still fully clothed, but that failed to feel smothering for either of them, considering the thin, loose outfit she wore. Midna twitched up an eyebrow, saying “That’s quite the tale, Link. Quite the tale, indeed.” Link looked down towards her face. “You don’t believe me, do you? Ah, whatever. I’m not surprised. Zelda didn’t believe me, either.” Midna looked up towards him, smiling teasingly. “You saw three different versions of the same man, Link. You saw a woman with a younger sister that was simply a child version of herself. You managed to fit a whole Deku person into a teeny, tiny bottle! What do you expect me to think?...” Link sighed, true disappointment gnawing at him. If there was one person he had honestly wished would believe him, it would’ve been Midna. Sounding just a little frustrated, he said “I’m serious, it really happened! This wasn’t a dream, okay?...This lasted for far too long, the sensations were far too vivid, to have been a dream. I know I don’t have all the answers to explain how it happened, but it happened. I wish someone would just believe me...”
Midna quickly lost her smile, her eyes dropping downwards. After a moment, she slowly started to move. He took his arm from her, looking at her in curiosity, watching her begin to get over him on her hands and knees. Faintly, she said “Alright...I can tell that you’re being serious, so...I believe you, Link. I’m not just saying that, either. If you say it was real, then...I truly believe you.” Link wanted himself to believe her, and so quashed any sense of skepticism her words might’ve aroused. “...Thank you. I told Zelda, earlier, and...She was polite about it, but she didn’t really believe it. I can’t really blame her, I know it’s a hard story to believe.” Midna’s smile turned sly. Straddling him, she sat down over his waist, her knees coming up under his arms.
Perched over him with her hands down on his chest, she looked down into his eyes, her voice possessing the slightest hint of superiority. “Yes, well, she’s a princess of the Light. Can’t expect a whole ton from her, for all her touted wisdom. If she won’t even believe the hero of her land, then...Hmph.” Link rested his hands over her thick thighs, looking up into her eyes. The weight of her body over him, the softness of her clothing and skin, the warmth from her...It had been far too long since he could experience such bliss, again. Despite that, he couldn’t stand for Midna looking down on Zelda.
“Midna, she wasn’t rude, or anything...She was just skeptical. Besides, she wasn’t in the best of conditions. Impa mentioned that she had done some drinking the night before, oddly enough.”
“Yes, I’m aware, I was...Er.”
Link narrowed his eyes. “Wait, you know?”
Midna’s expression went blank. The Twili was hasty to explain. “Well, yeah...I told you that I saw her. Didn’t I?”
“Sure, but you didn’t say you knew she had been drinking. Did you have anything to do with that?”
Midna started drumming her fingers over his bare chest. Quietly, she gave him full honesty. “I, eh...I might’ve shared a drink or two with her...And, I might’ve unintentionally encouraged her. It was her idea in the first place, however.”
Link raised an eyebrow at her. Midna was quick to change the subject. Smiling, she leaned down a little closer to him, causing his eyes to briefly flicker towards her chest. Stroking her hands up his chest, she touched his shoulders, then rubbed back down to his chest. Clearly trying to seduce him, she murmured out “Well, mister hero...Were you ever rewarded for saving Termina?...It’s not every day that someone stops a moon from crashing into the world...” Link, coming across as a little clueless, absent-mindedly said “Well, not really...I didn’t really stick around for the Carnival, and...I mean, sure, the people were grateful, but...I just wanted to see Navi and get home.” Midna smiled more, coquettishly beginning to undress. Still straddling him, she undid what few fastenings there were, dropping piece after piece of her outfit over the edge of his bed. Link watched her with a growing smile, his stroking extending from her thighs to her hips.
“What’s this? Whatever are you undressing for, madam?...Surely, you don’t mean to...?!” Midna grinned at his teasing. Amused, she leaned over closer to him, getting herself within kissing range. Breathing the words out, she said “I’ve been waiting a long time, for this...I’m gonna keep you busy, all night long...” Link smiled from ear to ear, his steadily growing arousal beginning to make itself apparent in his body. Midna’s smile grew more pleased as a certain something stiffened behind her, rising up to prod at her curvy tush. She gave him one last brief kiss, then started to sit back up. Slowly, she removed the final part of her outfit, undoing the tiny, unconventional belt around her waist. Like a snake, the belt automatically coiled itself up, pulling away the dress-like half of her outfit along with it. Link looked up at her, losing himself to a trance of the flesh as he admired her body. Her black nipples started to stand to attention, firming up over her dark globes.
A faint moist feeling began to grow over his stomach, a few droplets of feminine juices escaping her. Midna gently rocked her hips forwards and backwards, not only massaging her nether lips against him, but also bumping against his rod with her soft cheeks. Daintily circling his chest with a finger, her eyes were half-closed as she murmured out “I may have a little surprise for you, later...But first, we’re gonna take it nice and slow...Nice, and slow...” Link chuckled just a little breathlessly, then called Midna a tease. She grinned in response. Slowly, she raised her hips, looking downwards towards her groin. She fidgeted and repositioned herself until his tip was prodding against her puffy lips, her hips slowly sinking once she was sure he’d slip within.
Closing her eyes, her mouth hung open a crack as she sat down all the way, snuggling as much of him inside her as she could manage. Link briefly closed his eyes, letting out a slow, deep exhale. To feel her slick, silky walls squeeze and milk, her heartbeat pulsing through her, her soft thighs on either side of him, Link could only curse Termina for keeping him away from his beloved. Midna gently stroked along his chest, feeling his muscles, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. Her eyes turning dreamy, she slowly ground her hips forwards and backwards, almost humping him as she made him twitch around in her stuffed cavity.
Link opened his eyes again, looking up at her affectionately. Slowly, he started to sit up, causing Midna’s eyes to sharpen, again, in curiosity. Spreading his legs to put some room between his thighs, he sat up entirely, looking into her eyes with a tender smile on his face. “I have an idea...Slip your legs around me, again.” Midna’s eyes went docile like a doe’s. Softly, she asked “You’ll hold me?” Without hesitation, Link gave her a little nod. Leaning closer to her, he reached his arms around her hips, gently grabbing on to her rump in order to support her. The two locked eyes as she slowly slipped a leg out from under herself, reaching it around him. Once the other had been put around him, she crossed her ankles over one another. Link crossed his legs a little, as well, but kept enough room between his thighs for Midna to sit down over his tool. His hands still under her to support her, their chests were close enough that her stiff nipples poked against him on every inhale.
Slipping her arms around his neck, one hand stroked over his spine while the other petted over the back of his head. She gazed into his eyes lovingly, the trusting and intimate position leaving them belly to belly, heart to heart. The spot of their joining already burned with passion, the body heat of the two building up between them. Midna came closer to him, slipping her arms further around him as she embraced the Hylian. He closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her body. He felt the side of her face touch to his neck, her arms tightening around him, keeping him close. They hugged in silence for close to a minute, Link’s length throbbing inside her all the while. When Link slowly started rocking her back and forth, up and down, he felt Midna let out a warm breath against his neck. Fluid began to trickle out against the side of his neck. Was she tearing up?
In little more than a whisper, he heard her say “I never wanna let you go, again...”
Link barely smiled. Trying not to let his eyes moisten, he quietly said “I’m not going anywhere...Promise me we’ll do this, every night...”
Midna’s arms tightened up around him, a little more. “I might not be able to keep my word, but...I promise...Don’t be mad if I can’t make it, one night...”
Link kissed her shoulder, focusing on the gentle motions of her body, the slow grinding between their groins. Her chest pushed against him on every slow, deep breath, Link able to feel her heartbeat thumping through her bosom. Her inner walls slowly squeezed as her muscles flexed, his length quietly slipping through the cradle of her womanhood. With the two having already worked out their aggression earlier on, they were ready to open themselves and properly reconcile. Slowly making love, the two were largely silent, their quiet breathing sparsely interrupted with half-stifled moans. If the two weren’t affectionately gazing into one another’s eyes, they were hugging tightly, feeling one another’s skin against themselves. To Link’s mild surprise, he found it remarkably easy to take his time. Some animal instinct prodded him to speed up, but another decided that that was inappropriate. Why rush? He hadn’t been with Midna for ages, and a little bit of patience would make for a night to remember.
Midna must’ve felt the same, as the squeezing of her nether lips, while at first frenzied and vise-like, eventually settled into a slow, steady milking rhythm. Every other moment, she would give a little clamp, slowly massaging him with her tight honey pot. She eased up on her hug, leaning back just enough to meet his eyes. He smiled gently, looking deep into her crimson eyes. Her eyes were watery, her diamond-hard nipples brushing across his chest with every movement. Silent messages passed between them, the two unable to take their eyes away from the one that was filling them with pleasure, filling their hearts with joy. A few tears trickled down Midna’s cheeks before she mumbled out “I can’t begin to tell you...How much I missed you...” She came closer, hugging him, again. Her arms tight around his shoulders, her face pressing into the side of his neck, she shut her eyes tight, trying to crush away her tears. They both quivered in ecstasy, a sudden jolt of pleasure passing through them both.
Once Midna had recovered, she whispered against his neck, murmuring out “Don’t ever do that to me, again...I couldn’t handle something like that, again...” Link kissed her shoulder, then let out a shuddering breath of delight, feeling her inner walls spasm and clamp down. Quietly, he promised not to disappear, again. Midna responded by bringing a hand to the back of his head, gently sinking her fingers into his hair. Ever so slightly, Link increased the speed of their rhythm, knowing that it was still within their power to endure the heavenly torture. He spoke what he felt inside, reaffirming to her that his feelings held true.
“I love you, Midna...”
Midna let out a trembling breath. “I love you, too...”
Link gave her rump a little honk, playfully squeezing her cheeks. She responded by slowly tightening herself up, squeezing down with her drooling petals. As time wore on, their worlds dissolved to little more than each other. The ecstasy plucked away thought after thought, concern after concern, until all that remained was how they were joined together. Their breathing grew deeper, but their slow pace kept it from speeding up, too much. Sweat eventually made their bodies glisten, the constant pleasure burning them from within. They both slowed to a stop before their orgasms hit, embracing as they edged. Once they had calmed back down, Link started moving her again, causing a spasm to run through her. The scents of sex were drenching his home, marking the spot as their own. They edged away from a second orgasm, then a third, and finally, a fourth. By that point, they had been making love for nearly two hours, all without experiencing any sort of release.
It had become an almost transcendental experience, by then. Melted down to their most primal wants, all they cared about was the euphoria they felt, and sharing the bliss with one another. Midna could no longer look Link in the eyes without tearing up in joy, and so, she merely latched on to him, hugging him snugly. They were both dying for the end, but so long as the other could still hold out, neither of them would give in. Exhausted, drenched in sweat, on the verge of blacking out from such long-lasting ecstasy, they were both tensing up and twitching when their bodies gave out from beneath them. Link, his body perhaps fed up with the bliss, gave in before Midna did.
Having been riding within centimeters of the edge for so long, the faintest clench at the wrong moment from Midna’s love tunnel ended up cutting the last thread of his resistance. Link momentarily stopped breathing, his mind beginning to go white as he let loose his seed, streams of cream spurting from his throbbing length. The blooming of heat, combined with his sudden twitching, drove Midna over the edge. He barely heard her let out a whimper as a miniature geyser gushed against his loins, all the stimulation she had been subjected to amplifying her orgasm to blackout levels, her girl-cum making a mess between them both. Link’s mind went dark, the world fading away...
When he drifted back into consciousness, he was lying on his left side. His mind was groggy and fogged, and his entire body felt warm and snuggled up in a euphoric embrace. He was tempted to simply let himself fall asleep once more, but when he remembered Midna, curiosity drove him to open his eyes. Was she still with him? Had she already departed? It was an odd feeling, the shoe being on the other foot like it was. Had he made them all feel this way? Had he made them all ask the same questions? He let out a deep breath, opening his eyes a little more, slowly looking around. It took him a moment to comprehend where his head was, but when he did, he was given a bit of a jolt. The left side of his face was resting over Midna’s thighs, his visage aimed towards her belly, leaving him inches away from her nether lips. In his sleep, he had grown accustomed to the heady scents of sex, but as tempting as the offer may be, he couldn’t spend all of his time with his face between her thighs.
Turning his head to the side, he looked upwards, sighing sleepily. Midna, at first, didn’t realize he was awake. Sitting up near his pillow, she had at first been looking out through his window, but when she noticed his movements, she turned her head. Smiling gently, her eyes half-closed, she brought a hand to the side of his head. Gently raking her nails through his hair, she sounded amused as she said “About time you woke up. You’ve been out cold for...Probably about five minutes, by now.” Link barely smiled, groaning lightly. “Huh...That kind of thing doesn’t usually happen, to me. You didn’t pass out, too?”
“Mm, I did...Things went a little black, for a minute or two.”
“Glad it wasn’t just me...I’d feel a little silly, otherwise...”
Midna grinned in amusement. Her tone of voice was lighthearted as she said “That was unbelievable, Link. The edging, for all that time?...Sometimes I couldn’t stand it, but it made it all so much sweeter, at the end...I knew I had missed you, for a reason...” Link closed his eyes and smiled. Jokingly, he muttered out “The sex, huh? I thought it was my sense of humour, or all my rupees. Maybe my eyes?” “Clever” Midna joked, faintly raising an eyebrow. She closed her eyes, leaned over, and gave him an affectionate peck over his forehead. “In all seriousness, though...That was a lot of fun. And, if you think I only care about the sex, you and I are gonna need to have a talk, heh.” Link blinked, barely looking towards the nearby window. Curious, he spoke his mind aloud, asking a question to no one in particular. “...How did we even get together, anyway?” Midna smiled in mirth. Barely shrugging her shoulders, she said “Does it really matter?”
Link half-smiled, glancing at her. The two fell into silence, for a time. A few minutes passed without words, Link resting his head in her lap, Midna lovingly feeling through his hair. Eventually, Link decided to let Midna in on his final encounter with the goddesses, specifically, their mention of reincarnation. “...Hey, do you think it’s possible for someone to be the same as someone that lived before them?”
Midna looked down at him in curiosity. Turning his head towards her, a little, he added “You know...Reincarnation. Would it be possible for one soul to pass through more than one person?” Midna raised her eyebrows, her eyes filling with surprise. She briefly glanced off to the side, her eyes relaxing as she quietly said “Er...I don’t really have an answer for that. That’s a pretty big question, Link. I can tell you what I personally believe, but it’ll just be my opinion.” Link gave a nod. “Lemme hear it.” Midna shrugged with her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side. Skeptically, she said “Personally? I don’t really believe in things like that. We Twili live pretty long lives, compared to the people of your world. We get our fill, trust me. But...I suppose it’s possible that, after a long enough period of time, someone might look a lot like you. They might even have a similar personality. All coincidence, of course. I wouldn’t buy into any of it, not without concrete proof, at least.”
“Little hard to get evidence of something like that.” Link pointed out, smiling. Midna half-smiled, teasingly saying “Which is exactly why it’s one of the big questions. But, if you’re all done with deep inquiries, perhaps we could get back to what’s truly important?...Specifically, the fact that the night isn’t finished yet, and we haven’t started making love, again?” Link sighed, closed his eyes, and smiled.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“Hah! Is that so? You know, that reminds me of a story about a Hylian. He was a nice fellow, but his loins often took the reins, and there was nothing he loved more than taking the dignity of women all across the land.”
“Oh, boy. Here we go.”
“Princesses, farm girls, fish girls, even little bird girls! It mattered little to him, he’d unload his creamy cargo in them all, all the way until they were red in the face and bulging in the tummy. In fact, that reminds me of how he managed to seduce a Twili, amazingly. To think that a denizen of the Light would have such audacity...”
“Audacity?! If I only seduced you, wouldn’t that mean that you wanted it, too? It’s not like I coerced you, or anything.”
Midna grinned, beginning to rub a hand down his chest, heading for his nether regions. “For shame! Sometimes, it wasn’t even enough for this Hylian to have one woman! He had to have two! Granted, he always had the endurance to thoroughly pleasure them both, but still...It was a bit...Oh, what’s the word?...Insatiable of him.”
Link smiled, chuckling once she started fondling his loins. She seemed particularly intent on playing with his orbs, slipping her fingers between his thighs in order to get at them. Gently drumming her fingers against them, she cradled them in her hand, obviously enjoying feeling them move around. Of course, her gentle playing inevitably began to get a rise out of Link, prompting his manhood to stand strong. Jokingly, Link asked “Are you finished?” Midna merely grinned more, holding back a chuckle. “Little did this perverted Hylian know, the Twili he had seduced wanted him all to herself...And if that meant providing him with more than one womanly body to ravish, then she was up to the task.” Link immediately gave her a perplexed look. Midna winked, then raised her free hand over his face. She snapped her fingers, and instantly, the entire room went pitch-black. The moon and starlight had been completely snuffed out, leaving only the inkiness behind.
Slowly, Link asked “Eh...What’s going on, Midna?” Midna tittered, and a moment later, a second voice giggled on Link’s other side. Link gave a start when a second pair of hands touched him from his right, slowly stroking over his chest and stomach. Link started scrambling around, trying to pull himself off of the bed. “Whoa! Who the hell is that?” Midna grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to stay still. “Relax, Link! Jeez...The things I put up with...” Link wildly looked around, uncomfortable with how he had been blinded. When the hot, salivating sheath suddenly dropped down over his member, however, a jolt ran through his body, killing his resistance. Lewd slurping sounds immediately began to sound out, gentle little coos and hums of enjoyment rising up in chorus. Whoever they were, they certainly knew what they were doing, their avid efforts causing Link to even buck his hips, once. Link’s breathing quickly started to pick up, lying perfectly still as the mystery individual’s head bobbed up and down over him.
Midna grinned, playfully giving Link a tap over his nose. With exaggerated sarcasm, she said “What’s this, Link? My oh my, cheating on me, are you? Are you seriously going to let some random woman suck on you, right in front of me? The nerve!” The second individual’s greedy mouth almost seemed to be making a concerted effort to make as much noise as possible, purposely making sloppy wet sounds, using their tongue and lips as shamelessly as a succubus. When they let him pop from their drooling orifice, they simply went further down, trying to get at his orbs like a pig going for truffles. The thought would’ve made Link laugh, were it a joke. As reality, however, it made him shudder in ecstasy. Trying not to sound too shaken by the unknown individual’s oral attentions, he hastily said “Midna, whatever the hell that is, g-get rid of it!”
Midna chuckled. Sounding genuinely surprised, she said “You don’t really mean that, do you? You seem to be having a blast...Maybe you’re just uncomfortable, not being able to see her. Give me a second...” A moment later, the moonlight returned, washing in through the window over his bed. Link immediately sat up a little, looking downwards. His mouth started hanging open when his eyes fell on the second individual. On her hands and knees beside him, there was a whole second Midna, nude like the original. The only difference that Link could see between the two was that, unlike the original, the double had extremely long bangs. Her bangs came down in a little curtain of orange strands, reaching down to her cheekbones to completely hide away everything above her nose. Link almost gasped, his eyes going wide like saucers. The real Midna tittered, looking at her copy with a smirk. The copy, meanwhile, took her mouth away from Link’s undercarriage.
Briefly grinning, she giggled, then puckered up and blew Link a kiss, complete with an unnecessary “Mwah” sound. Before he could react, she had wrapped her plump, saliva-slick lips around his swollen tip, suckling on the most sensitive part of him. When she tried to push the tip of her tongue into the eye of his member, his hips bucked again, making the end of his rod pop out of her mouth. She grinned and giggled, obviously enjoying her playtime. “Cute, isn’t she?” Midna asked, smirking even more intensely. “Y-You could say that...” Link grunted out, shutting his eyes as Midna’s doppelganger engulfed him back inside her needy mouth, trying as hard as she could to coax out his seed.
“God...Is she real? Can she think?” Link asked, finding himself more and more interested in the copy. Midna smiled from ear to ear, obviously pleased that he enjoyed her little trick. “Is she real? Of course she is, just touch her, if you need proof. I’m sure she’d love it. And as for thinking, of course not. She’s like a puppet, to me. She only does what I tell her to. Why, is that a problem?” Midna briefly laughed, then added “Does that make the blowjob any less enjoyable? I never noticed how picky you are, before!” “I would just...I guess I’d prefer it if she...Was doing it of her own fff...Free will...” Link said, stumbling over his words, his eyes turning glazed with pleasure. Midna grinned, glanced at her doppelganger, and snapped her fingers. Her entire body froze up. A moment later, she started moving again, and if anything, her efforts had been doubled. Now, her tongue often stuck out past her lips, swirling and snaking around him.
The amount of suction she was placing over him was hollowing her cheeks, and she was moaning almost constantly, vibrating him as he poked the back of her throat. Link barely quivered, too lost in the feeling to say a single thing. Midna grinned, chirping out “See? Free will. You’re now her favourite meal, of her own volition. Hope you like being at the mercy of her mouth, because she’s not liable to let you go until she’s drained you of every drop.” Link felt silly for complaining, but he couldn’t help but grunt out “That doesn’t...Sound like...Free will!” The doppelganger let out a few hot breaths against his groin, apparently amused. Midna made a little humming noise, then leaned over closer to him. Bringing her face over his, she quietly said “My mouth, her mouth, doesn’t matter. You’re feeding someone. Hey, might as well busy the rest of you, too...” Midna took his hands by his wrists, moving his arms around. His left hand, she planted over the back of the doppelganger’s head, forcing him to hold on to her as she went to town on his tool.
The other hand, she planted over the doppelganger’s quim, forcing Link to cup her puffy mound. The doppelganger responded immediately, moaning encouragingly, begging for some form of reciprocation. She opened her knees some more, shuffling closer to him, making sure the lower half of her body was aimed towards him. Link massaged along her nether lips, feeling the supple flesh burn under his fingers, her seeping juices making her valley glimmer. He barely grazed her clitoris with his thumb, but the faintest touch made her twitch, her hips bouncing forwards before she calmed back down. Link smiled, gently playing with her valley, rubbing the prints of two fingers back and forth over her glistening lips. She let out a long, slow breath at the teasing, eventually wiggling her hips around, encouraging him to go further. Link took the hint, quickly positioning the two fingers for entry.
He slowly started slipping his digits into her wetness, feeling the doppelganger’s insides quiver and squeeze. If he thought she was hot on the outside, he could easily say she was boiling, on the inside. Every time he wiggled his fingers around or slipped them back and forth, he was rewarded with a quiet wet sound, her nectar even beginning to trickle along his fingers to get at his hand. The doppelganger twitched and moaned, but tried her best to remain focused on him, not wanting him to lose encouragement. Link closed his eyes as Midna came down over him, kissing him from his left side, passionately forcing her tongue between his lips. Link slowly felt his fingers into the doppelganger’s soft hair, feeling her head rise and fall. The pleasure was making his body begin to tense up, and Midna’s kissing only pushed him towards a sensory overload. Digging his fingers as deep into the doppelganger’s honey pot as he could, he curled his fingers, aiming downwards towards her belly.
Rubbing along her inner wall, he searched until he found her magic spot. It was easy to tell when he had found it, as her response was almost immediate. Not only did she quiver and moan, but her knees shot together in surprise. Her petals drooled more nectar, her insides tightening up, trying to lock his digits in place. Link, certain that he had found the spot, firmly rubbed around at it, almost making the doppelganger melt in ecstasy. Midna’s long tongue wrestled with his own, failing to distract him completely, Link managing to focus on the three different points of enjoyment taking place. As he neared his end, his rod felt like a fiery pillar of pleasure, nurtured by the created woman’s eager affections. Her moans were beginning to get louder, her breaths becoming shorter as Link relentlessly stimulated her G-spot. Midna must’ve been able to tell that he was close to finishing, as her tongue-thrashing grew all the more intense, Midna eagerly wrestling with him, tasting his saliva.
Link barely groaned when he passed the point of no return. Involuntarily, he gave one last buck with his hips, unintentionally gagging the doppelganger as his tip pushed into her throat. She was quick to recover, using her hands to push his hips back down, teasingly humming. She practically squealed when his essence started flowing, the pressure of her feasting suddenly multiplying. As if he were a straw, she tried her hardest to suck out his seed, trying to directly draw out as much as she could from his orbs. The stimulation was becoming unbearable, but with the two women holding him down, getting away was out of the question.
He groaned into Midna’s mouth, his fingering of the doppelganger pausing as the creature fed from him. When Link had recovered enough to resume, he went after her G-spot even more tenaciously, simultaneously using his thumb to rub at her clit. He felt her swallow a few times, getting down his wads, her breathing becoming heavier. She idly suckled on him for a few more moments, trying to get at any lingering droplets. Reluctantly, she let him slip from her mouth, then nuzzled her nose and mouth between his orbs and the base of his manhood.
Midna flicked the tip of her tongue across the end of Link’s own, a few times, before withdrawing. Link, breathing hard, simply looked up towards the ceiling, the afterglow already in full swing. Midna looked over at her double with a grin. Reaching over, she gave the woman a firm spank, clapping her hand over the doppelganger’s rounded rear. “Good going, you hussy. You want a reward? You want some congratulations, is that it?” The doppelganger raised her head, a big, beaming smile on her face. Rapidly, she nodded, eagerly panting out “Yeah-yeah-yeah! Reward, gimme a reward!” “She can talk?” Link exclaimed, looking down to her. Midna grinned, looking over at him. “Of course. You wanted her to have free will, remember?” Midna looked back over to her double, narrowing her eyes. Grinning wolfishly, she gave an order. “Cum, you little shadow. Cum for us. Squirt all over Link’s hand!” The doppelganger’s mouth started to hang open in a delectable “O” shape.
Her breathing picked up to ragged panting. “O-Okay! Here...Here it comes!” The doppelganger raised up her rump a little more, lowering her head towards his bed. Link felt her insides quiver and urgently clamp, a fresh flow of nectar oozing from her. Link all but ignored her, however. Absent-mindedly fingering her magic spot, he looked up at Midna, quietly pointing out that it was a little contradictory to say that the doppelganger has free will, when she obviously accepts commands from the original. Midna barely rolled her eyes, looking at with an annoyed smile. “Are we really going to discuss illusions of free will, now? I thought we were done with the big questions.” Link smiled at her. The both of them were caught off-guard when the doppelganger abruptly cried out, screaming to the world how amazing she felt. Almost drooling, the doppelganger clenched her teeth, then suddenly gushed a geyser of hot girl-cum against Link’s fingers, drenching his hand instantly.
She moaned without shame, her body trembling as the mind-numbing orgasm electrified her body. Link smiled, slowing down his movements. He ceased touching her G-spot, but he continued to slowly feel his fingers through her love canal, feeling her quiver and twitch as she came down from the orgasmic high. When he finally slipped his fingers back out of her, she laid down on her side, panting still. Affectionately, Midna gave her double a few light pats on her rump, congratulating her. The doppelganger smiled breathlessly, trying to catch her wind.
Midna had a rueful smile on her face as she said “Hm, looks like you two enjoyed yourselves. I feel a little left out, though...You wouldn’t happen to have the energy to go again, would you?” Link looked at her in surprise. “You want me to...That would make it the fourth time, tonight!” Midna grinned excitedly, raising her eyebrows. “Come on, it’ll be the last time, if you’re so tired. Just, once more...Don’t make me say it.” She sighed, then added “...Please? You wouldn’t leave me hot and bothered, would you?” Link smiled, gazing off to the side as he considered the temptation. It didn’t take him long to give in. “Weeeell...Alright. I can go again, if you really wanna.” The doppelganger quickly started to sit up, smiling sweetly. Overly enthusiastic, she loudly said “Yeah, yeah! Do me up the butt, this time! Coat my ass with ball-butter!” Midna’s face started to go dark with blush, the Twili clearly embarrassed to hear such things said in her own voice.
Link couldn’t help but blush a little, as well. Mumbling, he said “She’s, uh...She’s rather forward, isn’t she?” Midna glanced at him, about to say something when the doppelganger moved. Giggling, the doppelganger bounced back up on to her hands and knees, turning around so her rear end would face Link. Shaking her hips up and down, left and right, she did her best to make her plump tush jiggle and wobble, teasing Link with her ample cushions. “C’mon, stretch me! Grab my ass, spank me ‘til I scream! Lick me, make me moan like a slut! St-” “Enough!” Midna loudly said, her eyes going wide. Feeling a little humiliated by the doppelganger’s begging, Midna grabbed her by her hair, then pulled her until she was sitting upright on her knees. Her head leaning back, the doppelganger gasped just before Midna slapped a hand down over her mouth, silencing her. Midna, her eyes narrow, brought her face by her double’s, looking at her from over her shoulder.
“Not another word. You’re embarrassing yourself, strumpet. You do not...Are you licking my hand?!” Midna pulled her hand away from the doppelganger’s mouth, shaking it up and down in disgust, a droplet or two of saliva sent flying. The doppelganger giggled, smiling with lighthearted amusement. Link grinned, watching Midna snap her fingers in frustration. The laughter of her double abruptly cut off as a spherical object was pushed between her lips, a black strap of magic connected to both sides. The straps wrapped around her head, connecting over her hair, effectively gagging the doppelganger into silence.
The doppelganger mumbled against the gag, experimentally biting down on the black sphere between her lips. Midna shot Link a glare, muttering out “This is all your fault, you know. Wanting to give her free will, psh. Now that she has it, her world consists of nothing but sex!” Link chuckled, watching Midna gently grab her double by a breast with her left hand, her right hand coming down and spanking the doppelganger’s tush. Looking back at the double, Midna spanked her a few more times, muttering out “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Well? Is it everything you thought it’d be?” The doppelganger nodded vigorously, moaning against her gag, begging for more.
“More? You little...Fine!” Midna placed her hand over her double’s throat, holding her gently, leaning her back. The next time her hand came down to her double’s rump, instead of spanking her, she jabbed a finger between her cheeks, prodding the doppelganger’s rosebud. The doppelganger gasped through her nose, her chest heaving as her breathing grew erratic. Link watched with vacant eyes, a surge of arousal firing through his groin. Her head leaned back by Midna, the doppelganger let off a series of muffled moans, Midna hastily pushing her digit through the doppelganger’s clenching entrance. Midna mercilessly fingered her artificial twin, making her cheeks jiggle whenever she pushed her hand against her.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
The doppelganger whimpered and moaned in the affirmative, her legs trembling.
“Want me to stop, then? Learned a lesson, have we?”
The doppelganger hastily shook her head, making her bangs sway along her face.
Link laughed. Midna’s eyes went wide in shock. She pulled her hands away from her doppelganger, her double promptly falling over on to her hands, intentionally or not sticking up her rump, in the process. Midna, sounding flabbergasted, exclaimed “Masochist! How in the world-?” The doppelganger scrambled towards Link, breathing hard, obviously excited to the point of trying to impale herself over his spear. Midna grabbed her twin by the wrists, black flashes of magic appearing. When Midna pulled her doppelganger’s hands up, Link saw that her wrists had been closely bound together, tied together with the same magical material that had gagged her. Midna’s double let out a curious mumble, trying to pull her hands apart. Midna impatiently pulled the other woman along, guiding her by her wrists. “I don’t think so. You had your fun when you tasted him. Becoming one with him is my privilege. Instead, you can ride his face, give him a little treat of his own.”
The doppelganger barely whined in disappointment, but her heavy, excited breathing proved that she was merely glad her needs weren’t being completely ignored. Even if she was in bondage, his lips and tongue would give her a bodily rapture. Midna, almost as an afterthought, checked with Link to see if he even found the situation acceptable. Smiling pleasantly as she guided her double into crawling over Link, she asked “Link? Any objections?” Link grinned. “I can handle two. C’mere, you.” He could just barely see the doppelganger smile around her gag, sighing in pleased relief. The insides of her wrists touching thanks to her bonds, she carefully got over him on her knees, her hands cutely raised to the center of her chest. Positioning her thighs on either side of his head, she kept her feet beside his arms, her sopping wet quim hovering over his face. Looking up between her plump thighs, Link tried to look through her bangs to see her eyes, but her hair always seemed to get in the way and obscure her features. Her mouth hanging open, Midna’s double eventually settled herself down, somewhat forcefully pushing her puffy nether lips against Link’s mouth.
Link saw her nibble on her bottom lip, gently giving him a little grind with her loins, carelessly forcing herself against his lips. Link smiled at her enthusiasm as well as her inexperience, being reminded of himself during his first few clumsy encounters. Reaching his hands up behind her, he took a hold of her hips, mumbling against her vulva in an attempt to tell her to take it easy. His mumbling, of course, merely created vibrations against her, making her take in a slightly deeper breath in surprise. Link smiled as she went still, mumbling a few more words against her, trying to brush his lips against her swollen clit. The doppelganger let out a sigh from deep in her chest, her head hanging forwards. Gently, she brought her bound hands down between her thighs, resting them over his head. The position made her arms squeeze her breasts together, giving him something delectable to watch as he feasted on her, his eyes focusing on her stiff nipples.
Meanwhile, he felt the true Midna come over the lower half of his body, giving his throbbing sceptre a few playful strokes. He heard her quietly titter to herself, getting into position over him. Facing the same direction as her double, her knees came by his waist, while her feet were positioned by his thighs. One hand on his stomach, the other gently held his manhood by the base, pointing him up towards her. He had already fed her twice before, but if she truly craved a third helping, then he’d happily oblige her. As her hips sank, he similarly sank into her moist confines, a tremble running through them both as they joined together for one last time. Link shuddered against the doppelganger’s dripping lips, a quiver running through him as Midna sat down completely in his lap. Smiling affectionately, she stroked at his stomach, feeling his body move as he breathed. Slowly, she gave a circular grind with her hips, forcing Link to twitch around inside her folds.
He was already getting busy kissing the double’s clit when the original teasingly said “Mm, I can still feel the other two times...Now, I feel like a glutton...” The doppelganger mumbled something against her gag, then chuckled to herself. Midna narrowed her eyes, slowly starting to shake her hips upwards and downwards, reintroducing Link to her moist embrace. Staring at the back of her double’s head, she muttered out “I don’t know what you just said, but it sounded like something someone should be punished for. Is that about right?” The doppelganger barely looked over her shoulder, mumbling pleadingly against her gag, apparently apologizing. Midna smiled, but gave her artificial twin a swat over her behind, making her jolt forwards. Link shut his eyes as the doppelganger’s quim was ground against his mouth, her clit momentarily pressing against his nose before she pulled her hips back.
Coolly, Midna said “Don’t take your time, shade. Have your fun, then kindly dismount from my lover’s face. You’re lucky I’m even allowing you to experience such a thing, do you realize that?” Link chuckled, watching the doppelganger nod vigorously. He reached over and held on to Midna’s knees, speaking as well as he could while a salivating quim was pressed against his mouth. “Jah-hoos, Mi’ha?” Midna reacted as if someone had pricked her finger with a pin. Perking up, her brow sinking, a frown coming on her face, she angrily started bouncing in his lap, “punishing” him with her tightness.
“Jealous? Jealous of what? She has your mouth, I have your sword! If anything, she should be jealous of me!” The lewd doppelganger chuckled against her gag, affectionately stroking over Link’s head, slowly feeling her fingers through his hair. Looking down between her thighs, she eventually gave his head a little lift, pushing him more firmly against her slit. Link stopped procrastinating, closing his eyes, getting to work with his lips and tongue. The woman over him sighed in pleasure, her lips parted a crack as she seemingly gazed down at him, watching him through the curtain of her bangs. Midna’s breathing was quickly deepening with exertion, the Twili stubbornly muttering to herself, trying her best to display her displeasure with her body. “Jealous?...As if!...I have the upper hand, here...I’m the one getting fucked, not her...What’s a tongue compared to a rod?...It doesn’t go deep, it’s not hot, it’s n...Well, it is hot, but...I-It doesn’t pulse and throb...And...Screw that, I’m on top, right now...I’m getting the big prize, not her...”
Link slowly started smiling to himself. Had his teasing really bothered her, that much? He gave her knees a gently squeezing, then started rubbing up her thighs. Midna’s hands came down over his, grabbing him before he could go any further. At first, he thought she was so annoyed with him that she wanted to stop him, but once she had slipped her thumbs under his hands, he knew what she was after. Although her movements remained rough and forceful, she fell into silence, gently holding his hands. Link lapped up the womanly juices he could coax from the entity over him, occasionally opening his eyes to enjoy how twisted up in pleasure her face was. The doppelganger slowly rubbed her hands over his head, letting out a little moan as he tongued her clit, her mouth hanging open.
The doppelganger either had little endurance, or was overly sensitive; Link had barely been massaging her nub for a few minutes before she unknowingly began to drool, a thin trickle of saliva creeping past her gag, rolling over the edge of her bottom lip. She tried to keep from panting, her chest swelling and plummeting with every ragged breath. Once she started moaning every few seconds, however, Link knew that she was getting close to the edge. Partly to tease her, partly to help her feel even greater wells of pleasure, he waited until he was sure she was about to climax, then abruptly withdrew his tongue. The doppelganger did not react well to his attempt at edging.
She gasped, almost snapping back to her senses. She let off a whine, her bottom lip trembling as if she were tearing up. Her hands tightened on his head before she suddenly started grinding her burning mound against his mouth, whimpering against her gag. His eyes went surprised when she began humping his face, her nether lips brushing against his nose and chin in the process. Pulling his hands away from Midna’s, he grabbed her double by the hips, trying to calm her down. Desperate to feel the bodily bliss, the doppelganger was beyond reasoning. Her body began to tremble. Her breathing finally sped up. Every exhale became a high-pitched moan until, all of a sudden, she sucked in a breath and went quiet. Link felt heat burst against his face as she gushed, shutting his eyes once her girl-cum started squirting. The doppelganger started hanging her head back, moaning quietly in relief, her body continuing to tremble as she rode out her orgasm.
Link kept his mouth open, trying to catch what nectar he could, swallowing everything down without a second thought. Midna smiled during the entire spectacle, watching her double’s body quiver and quake with ecstasy. When at last the doppelganger was satisfied, she leaned to the side, collapsing down to the bed beside Link. He barely had time to catch his breath before the entity was crawling closer to him, positioning herself to kiss him. The kiss was so hasty that he couldn’t even reciprocate, the doppelganger then lowering her head. Panting against his chest, he looked down in surprise once he felt her flick her tongue against him, running over his right nipple. He looked up at Midna, his eyes starting to turn glossy, again. Reaching his arms over, one hand found one of her own, while the other went between her thighs. As best as he could while she was still bouncing, he started brushing her clit with his thumb, trying to push her over the edge, as well.
Midna closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned out. She started digging her nails into his skin, grabbing harder at his stomach. Link began thrusting up into her, giving her a jolt. Flames burned between them, bringing them both to a boil. Her body became slick with sweat, causing her skin to shine in the moonlight. After already experiencing three orgasms that night, a fourth was beginning to make him black out, but he persevered until they could finish together. Midna let out a soft sob of delight when she hit another orgasm, her juices spraying against Link’s loins. Link grit his teeth and grunted, his body tensing up as it dispensed a fourth helping of seed, the third so far that had taken root in Midna’s depths. Midna collapsed down over him, her face pressed between the side of his head and the bed beneath him. The two of them panting for air, their eyes closed as they rested in silence, the doppelganger just beside them. Finally, everyone was spent.
After Midna dissipated her doppelganger, which was achieved through some kind of magic that caused the second Midna to fade back into the shadows of Link’s home, Link asked her if the doppelganger could be considered to have died. “Technically,” Midna had said, “she was never even alive to begin with. She was like a puppet. She just did what I instructed her to do.” Link pointed out that the shade had been given some modicum of free will and awareness, and weren’t those the requirements of a living thing? Midna groaned, begging Link to stop asking her questions nobody could easily answer. Link just smiled, but he couldn’t deny feeling some sympathy for the summoned shade. Thoroughly exhausted from the loud, sweaty romp, the two nestled up together, resting over his bed sheets in order to cool off more effectively. With Link lying on his back and Midna cuddling up beside him, the two spoke in hushed tones, their eyes heavy lidded with want for sleep.
One of her legs between his, her right cheek over his left collar bone, the two held hands over his midsection. He had his head turned towards her, nuzzling his nose and mouth against her forehead, close to her hairline, while his free arm went around her shoulders. Midna’s eyes were at ease, despite how deep in thought she was.
“...So, if I came to see you tomorrow night, you’d be here?...”
“Mhm...Not going anywhere. I think I’m just gonna be taking it easy, for a while...To be honest, I’m afraid it’ll be boring, but I suppose I might get used to it, eventually.”
She quietly chuckled. “You don’t like peace and quiet?”
Link smiled, a little. “Of course I do. Saving Hyrule and Termina made me realize something, though...I figured out a long time ago that I love seeing new places, meeting new people. Now, I’m just gonna sit around, all day...” “Can’t be all bad. You won’t have to worry about anything, anymore.” Link shrugged with his eyebrows. Absent-mindedly, he said “I suppose, unless Ganondorf manages to come back. Hopefully, that won’t happen in my...No, I take that back. If he’s going to come back, I’d prefer it if he did do it in my lifetime. That way, I’ll be able to personally make sure he goes back to wherever it is that the Sages sent him.” Link sighed, heavily. Closing his eyes, he quietly said “If he does come back, it probably won’t be for a few more generations. I guess I can only hope that there’s someone ready to stand up to him, and that they’re properly prepared to strike him down.” Midna didn’t respond, her eyes slowly shifting around as she contemplated his words.
They were both quiet, for a minute, before she finally spoke. Closing her eyes, she let out a little sigh against his chest. “I’ll see you as often as I can, and for more than one reason. I need to spend as little time in the Twilight Realm as possible, otherwise...Zant and I will have words.” “Who is he, anyway? You’ve mentioned him a few times, but what’s the problem between you two?” Midna barely groaned in her throat. “It’s a long story, Link. Maybe some other night.” Link half-smiled, already beginning to drift in and out of sleep. Momentarily rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand, he gave her a little peck over her forehead...And then, all was black.

When Link woke up, Midna had, of course, vanished. At first, there appeared to be no mark of her passage, aside from the fact that Link was in obvious need of a bath. Upon further investigation, however, Link found a note from Midna, hidden in his tunic top. In it, Midna plainly expressed her love for him, and repeated her promise to visit him every night.
And for the first year or two of his new life, she could keep her word.
Then came a night where she wouldn’t come. The night after, she seemed distracted, lost. She tried to allay Link’s concerns, but the mysterious situation with the “Zant” individual was apparently becoming worse. She hadn’t been able to make it to him in time the night before, but she promised that it wouldn’t happen again...Another promise that was eventually broken. It became commonplace for her to miss nights with Link, much to his disappointment and, eventually, depression. He had become accustomed to the relaxation of a quiet life, enjoying the peaceful days with his friends, relishing the fiery nights with his Twili lover. Thinking about how she might’ve been threatened by Zant provoked in him a need to assist, and on one night, he eventually asked Midna if he could see her Twilight Realm.
Midna, to Link’s surprise, refused quite vehemently. Link questioned her on her hesitance, wondering if she perhaps thought he had lost his edge as a warrior, or otherwise didn’t have what it took to stop Zant. Midna only elaborated after lengthy pressuring, eventually revealing that Link wouldn’t be able to survive on her world. Cryptically, she stated that the Light was destined to smothering from the Dark, which Link interpreted as her simply doubting he had the skill to handle the challenges her world would present. She sighed in exasperation, and said she didn’t want to speak on the matter any further, that she, and she alone, would stop Zant. She left in a hurry, leaving Link feeling forlorn.
Link didn’t see her, again, for another month.
One night, he was awakened by the sound of sniffling, someone sighing to themselves remorsefully. Sitting up, he looked over, causing her to gasp. Link was visibly stunned. It had been years since he had seen her in that particular form, caught off-guard by the sight of Midna’s tiny imp body. Midna, standing by his table, had just placed a folded-up piece of black paper down for him to see. When she noticed he was awake, however, she immediately turned from him, trying not to make any noise as she teared up. She tried saying that she had to go, but he leapt from bed, taking her by the arm. He tried to tell her that it was alright, that he didn’t mind, and that he could help her if she’d just allow him to.
In frustration, she struggled against him, demanding that he not feel pity for her. Picking her up in his arms, he hugged her close, both arms around her. She tried to fight, sobbing, yelling that she hated how she looked, how she resented being robbed of her beauty, and how she despised his perceived pity. He did his best to comfort her, assuring her that he didn’t care, that it didn’t change how he felt about her. Midna eventually gave up on fighting him, allowing herself a moment of weakness, accepting his comfort and weeping over her altered body.
Once she could cry no more, she thanked him, and apologized for how often she had broken her promise to see him. As always, Zant was ultimately to blame, but Midna still felt some personal responsibility. Link tried offering to help, but she responded a little harshly, demanding that he never ask to see her world, again. When she realized how cruel her response had been, she apologized, and in a significantly gentler tone, she simply said that he wouldn’t be able to survive on her world. It simply wasn’t meant for him, or even the people of his world, in general.
Link quietly accepted her words, and Midna, feeling ashamed for rejecting his selfless offer once again, tried kissing him to comfort him. One gentle kiss led to another, and before they knew it, they were consummating their love. Before Link fell asleep, Midna made him promise to read her note, come daybreak. In the morning, Link was stunned to find that the note amounted to a goodbye. Apparently, Midna was so ashamed to have him see her in that form that she was willing to depart from his side until she could reverse what Zant had done to her.
Link was incapable of accepting such a decision. In his mind, she had nothing to be ashamed of, but if she insisted on stopping Zant...Then he would help her. Collecting his gear, he walked up to the entrance to the Lost Woods, looking up at the great, black tunnel looming before him. If the Lost Woods could take him to Termina, then perhaps it could take him to the Twilight Realm, as well.
Silently, he stepped in. The holy Courage began to glow over the back of his hand. Whether encouragement or a warning, he couldn’t tell. Night turned to day, and the denizens of Hyrule never laid eyes on him, again...

The End

(Author's Note - For real this time, this is the end of Link And His Ladies X) Once the bonuses started including Link, it was impossible to keep from continuing the "plot" after Majora's Mask. Now, though, the plot has gone through a second ending, this time leading Link into becoming the Hero's Shade from Twilight Princess. Hope you guys enjoyed the ride! Hope my fans from Hentai Foundry are alright with reading the story here, with the Lolicaust kicking the legs out from under HF. Sorry for the bittersweet ending, apparently depressing endings are a common thing, with me :P)
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