Fingers stroked through his hair, and his bangs dipped into this field of view. Instead of the lovely brown it had been before, it was now an inky black colour. Not that he minded, it was actually quite nice to see the colour. He heard a drum beat and his mouth watered, no idea why, and a wonderful scent floated into his nose. Ghirahim's arms were wrapped around him, and Link moved, looking up into the one visible eye that Ghirahim showed, the other having the tattoo he hid under his curtain of silvery bangs that was so perfect to tug on… But what was that feeling, and he was oh so hungry, his eyes became half lidded as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Ghirahim's neck.
His fiance's breath hitched in confusion, before Ghirahim had put together something, and he felt Ghirahim's grip on his body tighten. Link bit down, crimson liquid spilling into his mouth from Ghirahim's neck, preferring this to the blood he had let drip into the ceremonial bowl. The blood had cooled slightly, but right now it was hot and wet and warm and so delicious.
A moan caught him off guard, and he hadn't been expecting Ghirahim to tip his head back to allow the younger demon more room to drink, and when Link had consumed enough, he felt Ghirahim's hands on his chest, pushing him away. His face was flushed, which was surprising compared to what Link had just taken from him. A hand ran down Ghirahim's chest, stopping at his groin and Link grinned.
"That turned on by a little chomp?" He murmured, licking at where he bit down on Ghirahim's neck. The elder man shuddered beneath him, and Link felt one of his hands grip and tug at his hair. "Oh, you are." Link palmed Ghirahim's crotch, feeling how hard he was, and Ghirahim's breaths were a lot louder and ragged, a dark crimson blush across his face.
"Link… oh goddesses…" He moaned, tilting his head back. "F-fuck, stop teasing me!" Ghirahim's grip in Link's hair tightened and Link pressed a kiss to his lips to shut him up, slipping his tongue into Ghirahim's mouth, his other hand stroking Ghirahim's cheek.
"Hush, I will in time." He murmured when he withdrew his tongue to catch his breath, Ghirahim squirming beneath him.
"Link, you don't look like it, but you're the biggest fuckin' tease ever! Honestly, I never tease you this long!" Ghirahim growled, flipping them over, and he ground his hips down on Link's with a vengeance. It was Link's turn to throw back his head in pleasure and moan for all his worth. Luckily, Ghirahim took pity on Link, unlike what Link had done to Ghirahim in the first place.
With one hand, Ghirahim tugged off Link's underwear and bent down to lick his long tongue along Link's member, the younger demon quivering beneath him, a hand at his mouth. The pleasure that rocked his body was almost too much for him to handle, and when Ghirahim gently squeezed his balls, oh that's when he lost it, and he arced up. Before he hadn't been this sensitive, but it must have been the change he had been through only a handful of hours ago.
Hands gripped Ghirahim's shoulders as Link scrabbled to keep his mind clear and unfogged. Which he was currently failing at doing so and he tilted his head back and let out a shameless moan. Ghirahim pressed his hips against Link's again, and his hand slid up to circle around both of their members, pumping them at the same time.
Link's breath caught in his throat, his head tilted back in pleasure. "Oh, fuck… Ghira… him…" He panted. His cheeks were on fire, and he felt on fire. "Fuck me already…" Ghirahim smirked, pulling away to go grab the lubricant, returning with it in his hands, and clicking the cap back on, his fingers already having a small amount of it on, and he moved his hand down behind Link and slipped the first finger inside him, moving it around. Link shuddered and moaned.
"Feeling good, honey?" Ghirahim purred, slipping in the second, and Link's legs shook as Ghirahim brushed against his prostate, and he saw stars bloom in his eyes. Ghirahim grinned, crooking his finger and rubbing constantly against the spot, sliding in his second as Link moaned and wiggled underneath Ghirahim, looking for more sensation.
"Why does everything burn?" Link moaned, feeling Ghirahim's lips against his neck.
"Emotions, love. Everything is still so new to your new body, don't be afraid of it, my love, I will make you feel amazing anyways." Ghirahim murmured, kissing the sensitive skin of his neck and gently biting on his neck and sucking away.
Link's head snapped back in another moan, Ghirahim's fingers probing inside of him. He needed the fire to be put out and he was currently being driven crazy by that desire of feeling his fiancé within him, and finally, when Ghirahim withdrew his fingers, the fire building even more and he was oh so very hot… The fire was quenched for a short time as Ghirahim slid in, and he felt completed, he loved the feeling of being one with his lover.
Ghirahim moved within him, and there was the soft sound of flesh smacking on flesh, slowly moving faster and faster, Link writhing beneath Ghirahim like an animal in heat. He needed to be satisfied. Warmth splashed his chest, and Link just realized that he had hit his climax, but still needed more, he wasn't cool yet, and he was being driven insane. Ghirahim worked at pleasing him, and soon, Ghirahim came inside Link, and there was a cool sensation spreading through his body in relief. It felt so beautiful to have his release inside of him, and Link came a second time a few minutes later after his body had a chance to rest.
Ghirahim stroked Link's cheek. "I'm sorry, love, but after you change, your body sort of becomes foreign to you and you need to learn how to control things, but everything will be fine." He murmured, and Link smiled and nodded, curling up beside Ghirahim.
He felt a sad feeling of loss as Ghirahim's seed slowly trickled from his body, staining the sheets. Ghirahim would clean it up later, and usually Link didn't feel like he failed, which was strange, as he usually felt so satisfied.
"I feel like I've failed something or someone." Link admitted. "And I don't know why."
Ghirahim ran a hand down Link's back to comfort him, and he hummed lightly. "Emotions and hormones. It's like puberty, but worse."
Link nodded in understanding but it didn't comfort the feeling of loss. He frowned. "Uh, I'm still confused as why I feel like I lost something."
"I don't know why either, love." Ghirahim replied softly, his eyes fixed on Link's. "You look stunning though."
Time passed, Link slowly settling into the pattern of his new body, learning magic from Ghirahim. When Ghirahim decided that they would be questioned by younger children as the children grew up that they didn't get older, that Ghirahim would take Link to the demon realm, hearing rumors that it flourished over the years Demise was sealed, and when the King was defeated, the realm suddenly burst out into a civial war on a smaller scale that was comprised of politics. A new King had to be found, and Link felt his stomach sink. It might come to him participating in whatever, seeing as he was the cause of the demise of Demon King Demise, he might stand a chance with the fact he held the sword that the last King owned.
One of the requirements, he found out, was that he needed to eventually have an heir, and the feeling of loss Link had felt after Ghirahim had pulled out of him many times was the feeling that Link might not bear a child, and as he stopped feeling like he failed, something new set in and it scared him…
Male demons weren't male in the eyes of humans, they walked the fine line between female and male, Ghirahim avoiding this as he gained his personality after his blade was created. He wouldn't have known that a demon could carry a child, for either gender…
And Link was with child.
Yes, this is going to turn out as an mpreg, but I'm carefully working it in so it just doesn't seem like it was plopped in because baby from men. Demon biology for this fic is a little different. Male demons are male in the eyes of demons, as really what they identify male and female by is a penis, or lack of one. Men tend to be a little less fertile than women when bearing children themselves, but most tend to avoid it as its dangerous and risky, but children from two males usually end up looking like one over the other.