Chapter I: A Little Love on the Sofa
Author's Notes: The end of this chapter is a flashback. Flashbacks will be common throughout most of the story. A "..." will be inserted before and after every flashback from here on. Enjoy!
It has been one year since the death of Ganondorf.
Hyrule was reshaping itself into an admissible Kingdom once more. With the steady growth of land inside and outside of the borderlands, due to the princess Zelda being able to negotiate with neighboring kingdoms, the wheat and cotton supplies were considerably better than ever before.
With the steady supply of explosives, the Gorons were able to open their mining system needed for mining iron and steel ores, which are then smelted down to make the ingots, which in turn, are used to make the weapons and armor, needed to rebuild the exterminated army of Hyrule. During the conflict that occurred ten years ago, more than ninety-eight percent of the army was destroyed by Zant when he trapped princess Zelda in her throne room.
After the battle, Midna had decided to stay with Link instead of going back to her duties of being the Twilight Princess.
It was late in the evening. The day was coming to a close, as all the work for the day was finished and people went home to eat supper and spend time with their loved ones.
Link and Midna at the time were sitting on the sofa in Link's house.
"So how was your day?" Midna was saying to Link.
"Well with all the traveling and lifting bails of wheat all day, I would say that I'm tired," Link replied.
"Well... I can fix that..." she said, winking at Link.
All Link did was smile, and then Midna laid her hand on the inside of his thigh. She slowly slid her hand up his leg, gently massaging his leg muscles. By the time she got to her destination, he was ready. She reached up and unbuckled his belt, tugging on his pants and they came down easily.
She suddenly went wide eyed when she saw how big he was. She gently grabbed his manhood, massaged it a little bit and ran her tongue along his length, to stop at the head and pushed it into her mouth.
Link groaned from the pleasing sensation.
After awhile, Midna got up. Link stood up and started taking her shirt off, as she took off her undergarments and trousers.
She pushed Link back onto the sofa, after completely undressing him.
His manhood still stiffened. It poked against Midna's flat stomach, earning both of their mischievous attentions. One shared look said it all, and slowly, Midna had shifted her own position with her head down between Link's legs, and his between hers. Her tongue licked the sensitive head of the member as she slowly gave it soft strokes whilst Link occupied himself at spreading her lower lips apart, at the lush, pink color as he dipped a finger, and a second one, along with his tongue. Their tastes pleased each other, urging them to keep performing their services to please the other.
Their arousal surged through them like electricity, their tongues and mouths never growing tired as they eagerly continued. Link relished in the taste, his tongue diving into the honey-pot as deep as he could, whilst Midna now sucked on his erect manhood, in slow sucks. A lewd act of romance, and they loved it to their hearts content. She went deep on him, he fingered her thoroughly. She tenderly caressed his sexual organs, he rubbed her clitoris with vigour.
His member twitched and thrashed with impatient need of pleasure as her love-tunnel went into a spasm of climax, her sweet drops landing on Links eager tongue, long before she rolled over and got up, keeping Link where he was. She stared into his eyes with a wide gaze of perverted mirth, her lips revealing her intentions. "Just relax...Unlike when I used to ride you when you were a wolf, I will be the more... active one~" She purred out, before she shifted her body on top of Link's, his member entering her cunt with a single thrust.
The contact, the feeling, was otherworldly. Simultaneously, they moaned out each others names whilst Midna slowly began to pick up her pace of riding Link, her breasts bouncing with her movements. Groaning, writhing in the extreme pleasure, Link grabbed hold of her breasts, pinching the nipples as Midna rode him to his slowly arriving climax. It was a tight fit, but that made it that more satisfying as the her inner muscles massaged his dick, desperate to make him cum.
His dick slid in and out of the tight love-canal, the wet tightness welcoming him inside whilst clinging equally tightly as he slid out, building up the pressure that was ready to burst. Midna moaned out loud in her heavenly voice as she rode Link like the stud he was, her voice growing louder the faster she fucked him into his bliss.
He gave her breasts a tight squeeze, grunting. "Midna.. I'm...!"
"Excellent..." She whispered back, right after she gave his member a good bounce before she got off him, instantly turning around to face his hardness with a smirk. She grabbed hold of it, stroking the juice-covered manhood fast and repeatedly whilst watching in amazement how it jerked and twitched at her touch. She wetted her lips.
"Midna!"
That was her signal. Without even blinking, Midna opened up her mouth, devouring the erection letting it erupt inside of her. She relished in the feeling of his member thrashing around in her mouth, letting out its thick ropes of seed for her to gulp down with a perverted joy. She pushed it deeper into her as it still spew out the seed, swallowing it all until it finally subsided. The member softened, and slowly left the warmness of Midna's mouth as she licked her lips with delight.
...
"Link."
Link woke to the voice.
"Link", the voice said again.
It couldn't even be described as a voice. It was more like a sharp, hiss-like whisper. Link stood up, taking in his surroundings. He was... wait.
"What in the..." he started, then he saw,"Midna?"
Link had awoken in his room; but not the room in the village of Ordon. He realized that he remembered the room. He was in the room that the king had given to him, in Darimar. The sun had nearly set, only the last peaks of red rays coming in through the window. He sat up in the bed, sliding out from the blankets and reaching for his pants on the bedside table.
It was a better furnished room than he was used to, with a large double bed equipped with the curtain hanging from an upper railing that could be pulled closed around it. Rather useless, he thought. Besides the bedside table, there was a large armoire across the room from the bed which was empty at the moment, and a desk and seat by the window, for whatever purposes one could find.
The floor was also covered with a thick red carpet, which he decided was at least better than putting his bare feet down on cold stone as he dressed. One thing he'd heard was that sometimes, a person got so used to sleeping on the ground that they couldn't sleep at all in soft beds, and he honestly couldn't imagine why. After several months of sleeping on the ground, just laying down on a bed was almost as good as making love.
His stomach growled, reminding him that by sleeping all day, he hadn't eaten. "Hey, Midna," he said, "You want something to eat?"
He pulled on his shirt, but after a moment realized she hadn't answered. "You asleep?" he asked, not seeing her and looking directly at his shadow, "Hello, you in there?" He picked up the Master Sword from where he laid it, and almost immediately felt a small twinge in the back of his skull. Something was wrong. "Midna, answer me," he said, starting to seriously worry. In the past months, she had never gone far from his side, and it didn't make sense that she would now.
Not here, something whispered in the back of his skull, They have come. Took her.
"Wait a second," Link said, and pulled the Master Sword from its sheathe. He looked at the blade, and the red lettering that had become a part of the blade in recent months, and ran his eyes down the blade to the hilt, where the single golden eye was always there, always watching.
He recalled what the dragon, Roxim, had said about the blade being semi -sentient. But even if it was, it had never spoken before. "Is that you?" he couldn't help but ask.
Not much time, the whisper said, She will die.
"Where is she?" Link asked the blade.
Not a whisper this time, but an almost prodding sensation, pushing him to the door. Link returned the blade to its sheath and stepped out into the hall. His feet moved without his thought, as though on their own, passing quickly through the dimming halls, past servants, soldiers, and others who paid him no heed. On he went, until he found himself at a spiral stairway leading down. He started down, the prodding sensation in his skull urging him onward.
This shall be a night to remember... the disembodied whisper said.
And it was right, Link realized. Even now, ten years later, he could still remember it vividly, as if it had happened yesterday.
The dungeons were dark, but this proved no hindrance to Link, thanks to the night vision granted by the tattoo on his face. As he passed cells, faces looked out through the bars at his indistinct shape in the dark, and some called out or insulted him, but they sounded distant, as though in another world. He came to more stairs going deeper. The next level down, very few cells were occupied. The dungeons were built to house criminals when the massive city was fully populated, and as he came to another set of stairs going to the next level, he found that the cells were all empty here. As he passed by, the bars stirred memories from what seemed like an ancient time...
Feeling nostalgic, are we? the whisper asked.
Link kept moving onward, ever downward. Just how deep did these dungeons go? As he moved deeper, the dungeon fell into more and more disrepair. On this level, many of the cell doors were rusted through and the bars as easy to knock out as pushing on them. At last, he came to the end. Or what seemed like the end. A solid wall ended the passage abruptly, but the prodding sensation didn't cease.
Here, came the whisper.
He felt something guide his hand as he reached out to the wall. Three bricks, seemingly at random, he pushed on, felt them slide into the wall, then with the sound of grating stone, the wall slid aside, revealing another passage, and a light at the end of the tunnel, and he could hear voices.
"Yeah, couple of tough guys you are," came Midna's voice, "Let me out of this and we'll see how tough you are."
Link reached for his sword, crouching low as he moved toward the light.
"Would you just be quiet," came a man's voice, "He's almost here."
"Make sure to stand clear of the door," came a second man's voice.
"They know I'm here," Link whispered to himself, "Guess there's no point in trying to surprise them."
He rose back to his full height as he stepped into the light, which revealed an open chamber, with many torches lining the walls, burning brightly. And as his eyes adjusted to the brighter light, he saw four figures in the room. Standing in front of the others was a blonde haired youth, dressed in dark blue clothing and wearing a cape that fell from padded shoulders that clasped around his neck.
"Khall!" Link said, recognizing the wizard instantly, and drawing his sword, its unique ring filling the room as he charged.
He suddenly stopped as he slammed into what felt like a solid wall, which dropped him on his backside, and the sword slipped from his grasp, sliding across the floor just out of reach. Link pulled himself up, and could see a faint glimmer in the air in front of him. Reaching out, he could feel it, like an invisible wall before himself. Turning, he realized that it was on all sides of him. He had walked into a trap.
"Hello, Link," Khall said, "And I'm sorry it had to come to this."
Beside Khall, was the wizard Link remembered from the forest, in the purple robes, who seemed to be unharmed when Link had nearly cut him in half. "Must be Tharkus," Link muttered.
On the floor beside them, Link could see Midna, bound up in the same kind of glowing net that had captured her back in the forest, charged with concentrated sunlight, it would have been lethal to any other Twili, but it simply held her fast and blinded her for the duration.
And the fourth figure... "Ilia..." Link whispered.
She had been left, trapped in the stone form of a statue, back in Hyrule. She was still trapped, the stone grey flesh and hair like a glaring reminder of what had started him on this journey. Link reached for the Master Sword, intent on smashing through the barrier, only to find it had slide outside the light, unhindered, and was beyond his reach.
"Link, is that you?" Midna asked from where she lay.
"Yes," Link said, "It's all right, I'm gonna get us out of this."
Khall walked toward him, looking through the light at him. "You should be careful," Khall said, "That's a promise you aren't likely to keep."
"Let me out of here," Link said, putting his hands against the barrier surrounding him, "Or are you too much of a coward?"
Khall smiled. "I'm afraid you can't goad me, Link," he said, "My patience has been great enough to wait ten years for this chance. Do you think I'd so foolishly give it up?"
"What do you want with Ilia?" Link asked.
"I'm afraid she's here purely for you," Khall said, "Because I'm going to repeat my offer I made before just once. And what you decide will determine what happens next."
He turned and walked away from Link, stopping halfway between the barrier and where Tharkus was standing. "She needs to be able to see," he said to the necromancer, "Open the net enough to let her head out, and pull that mask off, just in case. That thing's dangerous."
Tharkus leaned down to do so, and Midna growled through her teeth.
"Yeah, just let me out of this thing and I'll show you how dangerous I can be," she said.
"You're overestimating yourself," Tharkus said as he gripped the mask by one of its large horns and pulled it from her, revealing the short red hair hidden within its circle, as well as her other eye that had always been behind it to this point.
Khall turned back to Link as Tharkus retied the net around her shoulders, making sure she couldn't move her arms.
"You see, Link," Khall said, "You have something I need. And I'm willing to offer a trade. Give it to me, and I promise that you and everyone you care about will be unharmed in the coming events."
"You mean the fragment of the Twilight Mirror," Link said, "You're hoping to release that woman, Shaklator, who nearly destroyed the world eight thousand years ago. The thing I don't understand is why."
"You wouldn't," Khall said, "And you don't have to. Isn't it enough to know that you and everyone you care about will be safe? The twili over there," he gestured to Midna, "And even her..."
He turned to the petrified form of Ilia, and snapped his fingers. The figure collapsed to the floor, her flesh once more restored to its normal tone, and gasping for breath, as though she had be desperate to do so the entire time she had been a statue.
"Ilia!" Link said, pushing against the barrier before himself.
She looked up. "Link? Where are we?"
Tharkus leaned down and grabbed the back of Ilia's shirt, pulling her up to her feet.
"What's going on?" she asked, looking at Tharkus, then Khall, and back to Link.
Link shook his head, looking for the right words. "It's complicated," was the best he could manage.
"Link!" Midna said, "We can't give them the fragment!"
"I know that!" he said, and turned to Khall, who had turned back to face him, "You're saying you'll spare myself, and those I care about, but do you really think I could just let you set a demon loose and destroy the world?"
Khall shook his head sadly. "You see, Link, this is normally where I'd put a knife to your throat and ask very politely. But you're not the kind of man to fear your own death." He turned to Midna. "And I won't risk harming you, either, because I don't know what will happen to the fragment if you die. And unfortunately, that leaves us with just one option."
Oh, this is exciting, isn't it? came the whisper.
Khall turned toward Ilia. Tharkus had taken a cord from a pocket in his robe and bound her hands behind her.
"You son of a bitch!" Link said, pounding his hands against the barrier, "I'll tear you limb from limb if you touch her!"
Link woke with a gasp. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was.
This is just the beginning, hissed the voice in the back of Link's head.
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