The next couple of days she was very busy. More and more demons were coming through the mirror of twilight. 'It's getting crowded in here' she thought. 'But for the time being, it's still okay unless thousands of other creatures and beings would be banished. What should I do then?' She was wondering. There was so much to do; she had even no time to think about what happened between her and Ghirahim. And when she thought about it her face turned red but not because of shame but how good it felt. 'Just a little while.' When the memory arose again, she clenched her fists and teeth and hit the nearest wall or anything else she could find. 'This cannot go on this way. I offered him to stay so he's just a guest here. Damn! He has to behave like one! He wants to play games with me? Fine! Let's play! I was definitely too kind and I will keep him out of mischief now.' She frowned; left the dungeon, still fed up, and stormed to his chamber.

A few minutes later she was in front of his door. She didn't even take care whether to knock or not and stormed into the room. "Come with me!" she ordered. "My princess! How can I gratify you today?" he smirked, stood up from the bed and bowed. "Maybe I'm rude but would you mind knocking before you enter my premises in future?" "Yes, I do mind! I said come with me! And, I'm not your princess!" "May I ask why?" still very friendly and polite. "And by the way, after our session recently I thought you are my princess." "This was off the top of my head; nothing more." "This is quite unfortunate, because I surely enjoyed what happened and I hope we are able to repeat that soon." He came closer and closer until only half a foot separated the two but Midna didn't retreat. "Are you kidding me? I offered you my hospitality; you are my guest!" She shouted out loud. "This implies you behave like one. Now, I'm asking one more time only. Come with me." "And I'm asking again, why and where?" still friendly and calming. She sighed and looked at him. "Maybe you can help me again with the demons?" It sounded more like a question than an order. "I appreciate your invitation and accept it. Not to mention that it will be an honor to me" he honestly answered thinking about the whip slashes already and a familiar feeling arose out of his lower half.

A few hours later both were covered with sweat and exhaustedly leaning against a wall. "I have never thought about how strenuous, hard, torturous work you have to do." He was still trying to catch his breath. "And that's not everything. You have to deal with those beings firmly, so they understand who the one that gives orders in here is. You are a true ruler." "If you keep going with these compliments do you really think I get over what happened some days ago?" She ironically snapped. He twisted his head and looked at her. "I am a demon lord and I am leading thousands of minions. I would just kill those creatures but you … you banish the banned. Why do you not just kill them? Wouldn't that be easier?" "I am not the one to judge and decide who dies or not. What I do here is to fulfill my chores; I'm neither a demon nor a saint but it is my sacred duty to keep the balance between the lightness and the darkness. Believe me this is more than important. Imagine a world without the balance. What do you think will happen?" He thought about her words and had to confess that wouldn't be possible at all. "If there wouldn't be balance in our realms, none would exist at all." "Precisely" she replied. "One side cannot exist without the other and process, development, and evolution wouldn't be possible anymore. The world would grind to a halt and that would lead to our all extinction. And hereby it won't matter if it is the lightness or darkness we are talking about. Yes, war, calamity, peace; all these are results of processes within our existing worlds and as terrible as it sounds, we do need each other to learn and adapt." Ghirahim was staring at her unintentionally but she went on. "Think about how often you have met a reincarnation of Ganon, Link, or Zelda?" Now she was the one who focused his eyes. "Several times" he said, nodding in agreement. "Maybe it looks like the world is going in circles but that is just the surface you see. Without development, we wouldn't be here where we are now. And that's why I cannot just kill anyone, even if I want to; unless I receive permission." The last words left her mouth maliciously. "Who grants permission?" he curiously questioned further. "Honestly, I don't know; but if I have to kill someone, I will know it. But please, don't ask me how. I just know it; although I have the impression both sides do their share." "So, you are saying that, in the end, lightness and darkness are working together?" "No, this is not what I am saying. I think both sides don't consciously know how this really works - at least not. It was just me who knew because I sense it and now, you know too." He has never been impressed by a woman until now. He closely watched her and beyond the conversation they've just had she looked thoroughly ravished with eyes half closed, lips parted, still exhausted, and her body covered in sweat. Her skirt sloppily covered her left leg while the other one was bent; her arm lazily rested on it. Wisps sticking on her skin and still, there is this beautiful shackle. Despite that she still had the eloquent but defiant glow in her red eyes. With one move he towered over her, copped her head, slightly lifted it, and kissed her. "What are you doing?" He looked a bit dumbfounded. "I had to kiss you." She was too exhausted to sound and look as determined as she wanted but still unwavering. "Let me escort you to your chamber" he softly forced her. "Okay" was everything she could say at the moment. She was simply too tired. He lifter her and carried her on his hands to her room. First, he wanted to go to the throne hall but then he decided against and she didn't dissent. Midna described the way as best as she could and he kept carrying her on his hands until he opened the door to her room. Her room looked almost like his but much bigger; shades of deep purple, black, and white everywhere and a huge, forged, black steel bed in which he bed her. "Don't exploit this situation!" she warned. "Me? Never!" He played coy, smiled viciously but couldn't resist the temptation. On all four, he kissed her again and pinned her arms above her head but that gesture woke Midna from her exhaustion. Immediately, she opened her eyes, frowned, bent her legs, placed them on his chest, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed. His hands left hers and Midna swayed her hands and sent him upwards until he was pinned to the ceiling. Another sway made two spears appear, one on her left and one on her right side. She swayed both hands again and they pierced his palms. Crimson blood started flowing out of the fresh wounds, dropped down, and creating a pool on the floor. While he hissed more and more, she looked at the blood and realized it was as black as his eyes. She was curious now and dipped her index finger into the pool of blood until her fingertip was fully covered and she examined it closely, sniffed at it, stuck it in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it. 'How can demon blood taste like the air in my realm smells?' She non-credibly stared at the finger. She wanted more. Much more. She stuck the finger again into the blood and licked it again. And again. And again. And then a second finger was added, and a third, and a forth, and after that she used her palm. Ghirahim hissed once the spears pinned him onto the ceiling but when he saw Midna licking her finger covered with his blood he fell silent and just watched her. He discovered her first using one finger, then two, three, four, and finally she covered her palm and licked until the blood was fully gone. She floated upwards and twisted the spears to cause more fresh blood coming out of the wounds and Ghirahim growled under the pain but he kept his eyes on her the whole time. "You taste like … it's difficult to say but it remembers me of something … something I knew a long time ago" she said more to herself than to Ghirahim. While she was wondering he took advantage of her distraction, and although it hurt badly, he snapped his fingers to unpin him. He wanted to ram one spear into her back but seeing parts of her body blood-stained this undeniable feeling arose from deep within his bottom half. Bloodshed. He had to have her and he had to have her now. He rushed over, copped her face with his bloodied hands and looked at her. There was something in her eyes he couldn't explain or tell but he definitely knew that look. She was intoxicated. Her usually red eyes had completely turned white without an iris anymore. He drew back but just for a second. She looked like him in his final form. 'We must have something in common' he thought. And then he kissed her and she willingly opened her mouth. He has never ever kissed a woman like that. He has never ever wanted a woman like that. His blood-stained palms caressed her face, her neck, and her shoulders. Her bloodied mouth mixed with his saliva drove him crazy, he had to taste her and he pined for her. He bit her bottom lip until he tasted blood. 'Oh my god!' Her taste is beyond words! The feeling that arose inside him was more than words can say. He twitched his eyes while his cloak and gloves disappeared and his arms changed to metallic armor; he had to take care not to crumple her but he was proved wrong. She grinded him too and he was surprised were her strength come from. Finally, their kiss broke, both panting and stained with blood. Her eyes were still white and his arms still armored. He summoned a dagger and pierced her palm until blood was visible what she didn't seem to notice at all. He pulled her palm to his mouth and sucked and sucked and sucked. He could already feel his further transformation; his eyes twisted again and he tried hard to stay in his current form, because if he transforms he won't be able to have her now; and that's not what he was craving for.

While he was still focused on his transformation, Midna did the unthinkable. She jumped on top of him, pinned him down, bared her fangs and marked him on his neck, chest, and arms. Her tongue found his jawline and his mouth and they kissed passionately until Midna went down to his collarbone and bit until she tasted his addictive blood and she moaned loudly. Her tongue went down to this chest and further to his navel and she marked him again. Ghirahim hissed and moaned under her surprising affections. As much as he loves being sadistic, he is not averse to receiving pain. If he is honest to himself, he knows he needs that too. He got up and rested his arms on his elbows to better observe Midna's endeavors towards his body. He watched her kissing his navel and sucking on it while his jar dropped and eyes became heavy lidded. Before she stopped in front of his groin she gave him a swift look and dropped his trousers down. His arousal stood proud and firm. She licked her lips and without any further thinking, she sucked him in. Ghirahim dropped is head back, panted out, and his mouth left a low groan. Her eyes, still fully white and no iris visible, met his and then she engulfed his member deep throat. More moans spluttered and he thrust into her mouth each time she gave a hard suck. With his blood-stained palms, he grabbed her hair and forced her to swallow more of him until pre-cum dropped off his throbbing appendage. He could feel himself reaching the peak but just before that point she stopped and moved up to his head. Her mouth parted and her lips and jawline were covered with saliva. She clawed into his chest and her sharp nails dug deep into his nipple until he whined. "Ohhhh." In the meantime, Midna hopped onto her legs and with another bounce she sat on his hips, feeling his arousal touching her quim. Her hand darted at his throat, surrounded, and suffocated it until he gasped for oxygen. She smiled viciously and strongly frowned when she heard more gasps. "You make me feel giggly." She grinded out and was staring at him with her perfect white eyes and her long fangs. She retained her hand at his neck but her body glided down while her other hand pushed her rear up and entered his hard-on into her. As soon as she fully felt him she began to undulate and although still lacking of air he followed her pace until both reached a steady rhythm. They climbed higher and higher but before they reached the peak she stopped again and got off his member. He winced and looked down and saw he had a deep purple color and the only thing he could think of was to jizz on her. But Midna had another plan. Seriously looking, she crawled up her eyes meeting his; she positioned her nether region over his mouth and he laid his head back. "Lick" she ordered "use this long, cleaved tongue of yours to passionately lick and do it with care and show pride that I allowed you to do that." And he did. He kept his eyes open, never leaving hers and shoved his long tongue into her, swirled it around. Occasionally, he brushed her most sensitive point and she pressed herself further onto his face until she pulled her skin that covers her pubis upwards to intensify the feeling. He could feel her nearing the edge; she undulated faster but he kept his slow pace which drove her really mad. Nevertheless, she was almost to come and a few moments later she did so; silent but with her mouth open and her head dropped back, just feeling the emotions streaming through her whole body until she said "Don't stop; go on."

And he did and she came again.

"More!"

She came again.

"Lick one last time", she demanded.

And she came once more.

After that she stopped herself from moving; just panting, her lips still parted.

Ghirahim's groin was still throbbing and he craved for release but he didn't want to do it on his own or, even worse, to beg for. He has almost reached the edge earlier and he wanted to finish. Ghirahim clenched his fists, hit the floor with them and forced her down to his lower region. "Are you jealous that I can come repeatedly, again and again? Do you want me to grant release?" She aspirated into his ear and he knew she was smiling. "First, yes, I am jealous and second, I'm not going to beg!" He forced her further down. "I think I paid back what you've done to me recently. Now, I'm the one owning you!" She whispered. "If you want me to grant release, tell me how much you enjoyed licking this sensitive skin of mine." He was staring at her dumbfounded because he surely enjoyed it but of course, saying and confessing it is still a different game. "I love the taste of your skin down there" Ghirahim honestly admitted. "Tell me what you exactly love and want" She tempted again. Why she cannot just stop this kind of small-talk and go on! "I said, tell me!" Her eyes started to glow even whiter and it looked like her fangs were growing too. He hated such things; it reminded him of Demise when he got, well let's say, disagreeable. And it also remembered him of Hylia when her eyes, as white as Midna's, became furious whenever she hadn't been satisfied. He just knew he had to submit to her to stay out of any further consequences. He sighed. "I love and crave for your wetness, your clit, your lips, and your tight inside" he confessed. "And now tell me what do you want me to do to finish you off?" "Open your mouth wide, suck, and swallow everything." "Are you sure?" Midna was still teasing him. "Yes, I am and do it now!" His voice sounded way too pleadingly than he wanted to. "Unfortunately, I'm too exhausted but I don't mind waiting and watching." She smirked. He hated her at that very moment and he didn't care about the consequences anymore. With a snap, he sent her flying back, summoned a few daggers, pinned her against the nearest wall - through her palms - on a level with his crotch. She just looked at him and showed her fangs, looking at her palms where blood was searching its way out. But he didn't pay attention anymore, copped her jaw, forced her mouth open and slid in. "Open wide!" he grinded and as soon as he entered her mouth he started thrusting hard until he released his milky liquid. He still copped her jaw "Swallow!" he ordered and she obeyed. "Good girl" He pat her head. Then she started to laugh and the white glow became bigger and bigger until it unloaded it with a flashlight in his direction. This was too much for Ghirahim; too much light and this he couldn't handle. The only reason why he survived that flashlight was his healing ability but still, the flashlight burned his skin and it badly hurt, even after he healed himself.

A few minutes later, Midna's blurriness ceased. The next thing she realized was she was leaning against a wall, her palms pierced to it, bloodied all over, Ghirahim in front of her heavily breathing, arms black armored, and his face blood-stained as well. The white left her eyes and the naturally red color came back. "What the …?" She said surprised and watched Ghirahim's arms becoming his usual grayish skin and gloves appeared on his lower arms. He was staring at her and she stared back. "What happened?" Midna asked. "You're such a fucking bitch! Why you didn't tell me you are related to Hylia and Demise?" He shouted at her. "There was no need for." "You are a goddess! You will be able to wield anyone! I have seen this at Hylia and Demise after they created me and Phi and we received our power and magic abilities! You are a goddess!" "So, what! This doesn't change anything." She calmed down and deeply exhaled. "Of course it matters! Demise is sealed away; Hylia can only exist in a mortal form. You are …" "Say it!" She spat.