Woot! I'm still alive. On with the story…
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Zelda.
"I need you…"
Zant repeated it again, a seductive whisper filled with a thousand sweet promises. A voice, honeyed and persuasive, that somehow managed to send a shiver down Midna's spine, whether out of fear or lust. Those two emotions were very heady indeed, clouding her judgment and driving her heartbeat wild. His breath ghosted against the back of her neck with every word he spoke, caressing her with utmost gentleness.
Were they supposed to be enemies or lovers? Don't Midna, he's just trying to bring you over to his side! Think about something else…think of Link! Sweet handsome Link was everything Zant was NOT.
Taking in a shuddering breath, Midna turned around to face him. "Zant, you shouldn't be doing this."
His eyes gleamed, hungrily drinking in the sight of her. "Why ever not?" he said, with the hint of a pout in his voice. Two could play at that game, Midna thought.
"Well, for one thing, we're not exactly the same…size. You wouldn't be able to fit inside me when I'm in this form." She coolly stated, a sardonic grin gracing her lips.
Zant mirrored her expression, pleased at her reaction. "True, you wouldn't be as much fun in this form. That's why I'm temporarily going to return you to your original form, if only for one night." He sighed with regret, briefly reaching out his hand to caress the smooth white belly of her imp form…which traced her hips, the ribbons trailing on his sleeves tickling her.
Never taking off his helmet, Zant brought his mouth close to her hair, slowly lifting away her helmet. Midna made to protest but he quickly hushed her, he whispered in rumbling, low tones that Midna could not catch what he was saying. Embracing her from behind, Zant pressed his hands full onto her tiny frame, over her tiny mounds, and down her thighs and up again… the tingling sensation of magic filled her then, along with the undeniable erotic pleasure Zant's hands were giving her. Midna couldn't help but gasp and she shuddered as the magic began to transform her…
…and she wore a hood but was not wearing any footwear, a piece of cloth attached to her hips but the slit ran all the way up her thigh which left Midna's intricate markings exposed. And Zant was exploiting this to his advantage, making Midna sure just how exposed she was by running his hand along her hips and thighs.
"Enjoying this, Midna?"
"Hmm…let me think about it."
He growled, cupping her breasts which were covered with the black cloth. His breath blew warm against the hood covering her hair, his crotch grinding against her to let her feel how much he was enjoying the close contact.
"Midna… come with me." Zant pulled her behind him, along darkened hallways.