Midna hugged him. "That is enough for me, enough to know that you will defy Ganondorf in your own way," she said. "And I'll make sure the Twili know you're a hero."
"I'm not interested in being a hero. But... you can choose to think whatever you want," Zant said, shrugging his shoulders playfully.
Now it was her turn to laugh. "Fair enough," Midna replied. She kissed him and her fingers played with his hair.
"I thought you missed me, is kissing all you're going to do?" He asked.
Midna growled, straddling his body. "I won't waste this night like the previous one, if that's what you mean," she said.
Midna shivered as she felt Zant penetrate her. He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs across her rapidly hardening nipples. Midna needed this, she needed him.
A strangled cry escaped from her throat. His girth stretched her and it felt good to feel his warmth again inside her. Midna felt... happy. The impending showdown with Ganondorf seemed so distant.
All that mattered now was the sensation that tingled at the base of her spine and burned everywhere throughout her body. Her legs were beginning to feel tired, however, and Midna sank her nails into Zant's arms in frustration.
"What's wrong, my love?" Zant asked.
"You lazy fucker. More! I want more," she groaned.
He flipped her onto her back and started giving it to her hard and fast. Midna surrendered herself to the wonderful rocking motion, her legs gripping Zant's body as he pounded her core relentlessly.
"Not so lazy now, am I?" He said.
She could only moan incomprehensibly, all words have left her now. Her inner walls spasmed, making slick sounds as it milked his length. Zant gave a long, low moan as he emptied himself inside her.
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Thank you to Lovely anon for the encouraging comment!