Multitudes of brightly lit torches guided Celeste through the passageway, Zant's hand grasped tightly around her own. The stonewalls surrounding her felt immensely suffocating, and she couldn't seem to erase the aftermath of what afflicted her loved ones. Her mother was gone, transformed into a terrifying beast, and Midna was dragged through the darkness of the walls by a monstrous creature. What would become of them?

With the back of her hand, Celeste wiped away her tears, her blurry gaze glimpsing the many torches passing her by. Despite the battle Zant fought against those Shadow Beasts, Celeste regretted hitting him and pulling away from the safety of his embrace, especially when she knew the dangers, but how could she not try to help those she loved? In the end, this happened. What would happen to this world?

Eventually they came to an abrupt stop, and it was from there that the path diverged in three separate directions. It was obvious from Zant's bemused expression that he was unsure of which path to take, especially considering he was not accustomed to traveling the routes of servants.

Celeste pointed him left. "If we go this way, we can cut through the gardens and make our way into the main corridor."

Zant didn't waste even a second, pulling her behind him, and when they finally came across a narrow wooden door jutted between stone and black vines, they were welcomed by the silent garden of the palace. As he led her through several hedges and across a stone path, Celeste's eyes caught notice of something interesting.

While it was no surprise the walls of the garden were completely covered in black thorny vines, the small buds which swelled upon those tendrils were what caught her notice. The Twili Flower, otherwise known as the Devil's Flower, was the only bud which existed in their world, in fact, despite its beauty, it was also quite venomous.

Admiring the deathly flower as she passed by, its mystic blue glow illuminating the venomous red thorns on its stems, Celeste couldn't help but ponder why it had blossomed so early in the season. How strange.

Since there was no exit within the gardens and no way of climbing over the looming walls, even with magic, Celeste followed Zant into the palace, the entry clear of any sentries; in fact, the halls were empty. The silence was loud, thundering like drums in her head, or maybe it was fluctuations of her heartbeat pounding in her ears, reminding her of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

The exit was far, down several corridors in fact, but Zant surprised her by changing direction, bounding up the carpeted stairs to the second floor, despite her silent protests. "We are going the wrong way!"

"We're not far from my study," He explained. "We'll go there first. I need to retrieve something."

Before she could protest his intentions, a shrill noise sounded from behind them, and looking over her shoulder, she gasped at the sight of several Bokoblins beneath the stairs, chasing after them with their weapons raised. "Zant!"

He must have heard them as well because he pulled her quickly behind him, climbing the winding staircase until they finally managed to reach the top of the second floor. From there, he led her through the corridor at an almost alarming pace, and before Celeste could peer behind her to access how closely the monsters were following, Zant had stopped, unlocked his door and pushed her inside.

Just like that, she stood silent within, her hands clasped against her chest worryingly as she feared the Bokoblins approach. To her relief, the sound of their loud footsteps grew distant, and she realized they must not have seen them enclose themselves in the room.

Releasing a breath, her knees buckled, but she remained standing, her gaze following Zant as he crossed the room shortly after locking the door. Within moments, he arrived before a large wardrobe near the sofa, and opening it, Celeste watched as he rummaged through the small drawers, withdrawing a few pieces of clothes before placing them into a small satchel. From there he moved away, reaching for a familiar black cloak hanging beside a large bronze mirror.

"Here. You'll need this," He explained, moving to wrap the cloak over her shoulders. Once he secured the strings to keep it from falling loose, he then handed her the satchel, which she took curious enough. As if remembering something important, he quickly turned with a click of his tongue and sauntered past his work desk to retrieve a small black box from above one of his filing cabinets.

As she approached to examine the box closely, Celeste noticed there were unfamiliar red scriptures decorating its black lacquer surface. "What is it? What are you looking for?"

"This," He replied softly, opening its lid to reveal a curious necklace nestled above a velvet cushion. Round in its shape, an amber gem laid at its center, a long black chain hanging between his fingers.

Unlike the light blue crystal which hung innocently around her neck, the gem in Zant's hand was different, so different in fact, she was sure she sensed something odd about it. Why did something like this give her goosebumps? Strangely enough, it was the same color as Midna's eyes. Why was he showing her this?

Before she could say anything, he once again approached her, moving to stand behind her and secured the gem around her neck. The mere brush of his fingers as he lifted her hair sent a shiver down her spine, and she touched the gem at her breast with curious interest. It was sort of pretty.

"Listen to me carefully. This is a special and powerful gem, Celeste. You may not be aware of this, but you hold great power inside you. You have since you were but a babe, and this gem will serve to protect you, should you need it the most."

Celeste turned at this. What? There was a power inside her? Since she was a baby? What was he talking about? If the situation wasn't already dire enough, she might have laughed, but his expression right now was hard; Zant was serious. Then again, he was never one to straight out lie to people.

"I understand you may be confused. I'll admit, this isn't quite how I imagined bringing this up to you, but I've been meaning to for a long while..."

"What are you saying?"

He rubbed his temple and released a breath, as though he tried to formulate an easy response, but his expression only served to stress him. "All I can say at this point of time, is that this is not an ordinary gem. It serves a purpose, just as all things in this world. For instance," He began, reaching for the gem before waving his hand over. "Dagger."

To her utter astonishment, a bright light emanated from said gem, and with a single spell murmured, a small dagger appeared, one which resembled the necklace in similar colors. While the hilt retained a similar black color, the blade itself was entirely amber, an almost golden hue. Could it be possible the necklace was imbued with magical powers? Something like this was certainly crafted by only the most talented of sorcerers, and her gaze widened at Zant exponentially. "Zant…"

"Any weapon you call upon while wearing this will mimic the same colors. It's use is limited as it can only call upon a single object at a time."

"Then, its sorcery? Zant, you prepared something like this?" She asked. Celeste was so confused about his last statement about some great power lurking deep inside her. Everything was happening too fast, so it was no wonder she couldn't comprehend every confusing thing which fell from his tongue.

Zant only shook his head. "There is no time to explain. Just never take it off, under any circumstances. It will serve to protect you. Alright, Celeste?"

She slowly nodded. A familiar and monstrous noise vociferated from the halls just outside the door to Zant's study, and gasping, she eased closer to his side. Those monsters must have caught onto them already. "Now what?"

Without a word, he waved his hand, the blue flames of the many candles littered around his room suddenly extinguishing. As soon as darkness overcame them, the door to his room bursting open with great force, he took her arm and led her towards the backside of his study, where a single flame from a candle danced, illuminating a small bed chamber and bath.

Approaching the side of his bed where a large mirror hung, he muttered a quick spell, and unexpectedly, latches opened on the sides of the glass, latches which Celeste had assumed were nothing more than decorations. Opening the mirror, Celeste was amazed to see a secret passage leading down into, no surprise, more darkness, and taking the candle from the stand near the bath, he led her through it, the two of them descending a spiraling staircase with curved railings on either side.

The seemingly never-ending stairs continued on for several minutes, the cobblestone walls growing closer and closer. Fortunately, the monstrous growls and shrieks had ceased, no doubt those strange entities had lost track of them, and for that, Celeste released a sigh.

With each step, her fingers holding onto the ends of her dress so as not to fall, Celeste could not stop herself from nearly tripping, and yet, Zant had caught her with surprising ease, pausing on the stairs to hold her. "Sorry…"

"We're almost there," He explained apologetically.

They reached the bottom mere moments after, and what awaited them was a rather large door made from wood and stone. As she stood there, contemplating all that had happened, she heard Zant mutter another spell beneath his breath, one she assumed would unlock the door.

'Midna … I'm sorry … I couldn't save you or mother…'

"Celeste, we must hur—" He fell short. "Celeste…"

Tears fell from her eyes, and embarrassed to show her face, she turned away. None of this was supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a joyous night of celebration, but it had turned into a nightmare. The king had been murdered by an intruder with strange magic, and that person had brought those monsters into the palace. Though many innocents had escaped, others were not so lucky. "I'm sorry…"

He pulled her close. "No. Don't be. If anything, you should feel remorse. Their deaths will not be in vain, and I won't have a repeat take place either."

"Where will we go?" She asked, wiping her eyes to look up at his face. "How will we escape?"

Pulling away, he led her through the open door, and confused by her whereabouts, Celeste's eyes traveled her surroundings. Looking behind her, an audible gasp escaped her. They were beyond the castle walls! Not once in her fifteen years had she ever stepped foot outside these walls, for reasons strictly prohibited by the Royal Family.

Feeling a tremendous relief, she turned with elation to Zant, but on account of seeing smoke in the distance, not far from where they stood, her frown returned. Large blue flames enwrapped the village in a blaze, smoke drifting into the skies of Twilight, and then, Celeste heard the familiar sounds of screams echoing in her ears.

Feeling Zant's hand upon her shoulder, her gaze drifted to his extended arm, a single digit pointed past the village. "We must cross the Black Sea if we hope to escape with our lives."

Just where in Twilight was Zant taking her? How far could they run before those beasts caught up to them? "But, aren't the lands beyond ours strictly prohibited? It's been warned that terrifying creatures lurk beyond the sea!"

Zant nodded. "They can't be as bad as the ones attacking the castle. And if they are, I'll surely give them a taste of their own medicine," He explained, hinting that he'd use his magic upon whatever stood in their path.

It wasn't like she could tell him no, not that she wanted to turn back. It seemed the Twilight kingdom had certainly collapsed, collapsed to an unknown outsider whose ambitions were downright devilish. "Alright, but you still haven't answered my question. Where exactly are we going, Zant?"

"Now that our kingdom has fallen, there's only one thing we can do in this situation. Leave this world and ask for those in the World of Light for help."

Aqua eyes widened at this. Leave this world? "But … weren't the Twili banished centuries ago?" While she certainly knew vast knowledge on their history, she was fairly certain it wasn't possible to transverse from world to world. After all, that rift was shut long ago, and yet, Zant was acting as though there was a way. "There shouldn't be a link between both worlds." If there was, then they would have transversed it long ago! It made absolutely no sense!

"It's good to know at least one of my students was paying attention," He commented. "A few years back, I visited the temple with the elders since they feared…" He fell short, as though recalling something he shouldn't have mentioned, his eyes turning to Celeste suddenly. "an omen may befall our land," He continued. "They thought it would be best to try and break the seal on the mirror that would lead us to the World of Light."

"Mirror?"

He nodded. "But sadly, they failed. The elders did however break the seal, but it was impossible to open the mirror. Legend says there are two in existence. One within our world and the other in the World of Light. After gathering a vast array of knowledge, it's come to my conclusion that the other mirror has likely shattered, shattered the day our people were first banished to this world."

"If that's the case, why are we going there? It's hopeless, Zant…" And yet, he caught her by surprise when he reached for her hand, a tender look flashing upon his countenance, and she blushed under his gaze.

"Nothing is ever hopeless, Celeste. You are different from all of us. I believe you may be able to cross over, regardless if the other mirror is shattered. For us of the Twili, it's indeed impossible, but for you…"

Wait, what? What was he insinuating? "What do you mean by that? I am a Twili, just like you. Just like mother. Why would I be any different?" It was almost as if she were hearing those elders criticizing her once again, and she pulled away from Zant's touch. All of this seemed so familiar to her.

'To think she is allowed to wander as freely as she pleases! I don't know why the King even puts up with her, a wretched child born with such a fate!'

'Accident indeed! The king should have cast you away the moment that maid found you!'

'She really is a pitiable creature. I'm surprised no one has said a word to her.'

For the first time in her life, she narrowed her gaze suspiciously at the man standing before her, her hands suddenly clenched in memory of an old conversation. At that time, a few days before the tournament was announced, the elders had unabashedly gossiped and ridiculed her in the halls, and had it not been for Zant's interference, she might have overheard more than she wanted. But it seemed that not only did those elders know something she didn't, but so did Zant.

"On that day, I had asked you a very important question, Zant, and I had thought you answered me truthfully. I asked whether my mother was indeed my biological mother, and you had answered yes, explaining that the elders were stuck in their old ways and were lying. But judging from your words now, about me being different, I can't help but feel you've wronged me…"

"Celeste…"

"Tell me the truth, Zant. It's painfully obvious I'm different, but if the elders were going so far as to call me an omen, and you to say I'm different, with unusual powers, then something is definitely off."

Running a hand through his scarlet locks, he released a steady breath. "It … was forbidden to ever reveal the truth," He began slowly, his eyes meeting hers. "Sophia … she is not your mother. You were set adrift in the Black Sea when you were only a baby. She found you before those beasts did and took you under her wing…"

Celeste couldn't believe her ears. All these years, she'd been lied to, and she'd been a fool to believe she were anything different than the Twili. And yet, her mother, Sophia, had nurtured her, loved her, dotted on her as though she were her own daughter. In fact, all the maids had dotted on her, treated her as their she was their flesh and blood, and Celeste hadn't known any differently. But to hear all of this revealed now, she couldn't find her words.

"The elders believe you came from the world of light and thus believed you were an omen. That's why your appearance is so different from our own," He revealed, lowering his head apologetically.

"Why didn't mother tell me…"

"She didn't see it necessary. She loves you, Celeste. We feared revealing the truth too early could bring you hardship…"

Tears glistened in her eyes, and she looked away, rubbing her arms as a chill wind swept by. So that was why? But, how could it be possible? How could she be from that other world? And what's more, why had someone set her adrift in the Black Sea all those years ago? "That explains why the elders didn't like me very much…" On account of Zant taking her hand into his, she raised her gaze, and it softened somewhat, despite her internal afflictions.

"I told you once before. Never let the elders get to you. They are fools. I never once thought you were an omen, and you shouldn't think the same," He leaned forward, despite her blush, and pressed his mouth against hers, his arms encircling around her as he drew her against him.

Pulling away, she leaned her head against his chest, though she could not help but frown still. "Thank you for telling me this…"

Somewhere nearby, a horn bellowed through the kingdom, so ominously shrill, she clung to Zant fearfully. Those were not good sounds, but before she could determine its origins, Zant took her arm once more and guided her down the path. It wasn't long before they arrived before the stables on the outskirts of the torched village, the screams incessant, and although Celeste could only make out silhouettes in the flames, she couldn't help but turn away. There was nothing she could do.

And then, Zant re-emerged from the stable with a large black stallion, already saddled, and he hefted her by the waist and took his position behind her. With a click of his tongue, the horse took off in a fast gallop away from the village and towards the stone bridge in the distance. Beyond it lied the dark terrains of Twilight, an unknown and hellishly rumored world even she was not familiar with, but she knew enough in texts that awful creatures resided in those lands, creatures even more fearsome than the Shadow Beasts.

Another horn sounded, merging with the first, the sound carrying as they crossed over the Black Sea, the palace far in the distance behind them. As she glanced back, looking past Zant's body, she saw torches alit in the darkness from the palace, and they were moving at frightening speeds. "We're being chased!"

"Hold tight!"

As Zant kicked the steed into a faster gallop, crossing the barren lands beyond what they once knew, the army tailing them grew closer and closer, the horns louder. Despite all this, she held onto the steed, grasping its black locks tightly, and she didn't look behind them. But something drew her gazed above, the twilight sky amber and black, but there was something massive circling above them, a terrifying beast she'd soon have nightmares about.

"Zant!" She cried. "Above! Above!"

Zant cursed once more. "Lower your body!"

He didn't have to tell her twice. As she clung close to the steed's neck, holding as tightly as possible, she felt Zant shift behind her. From her peripheral vision, she saw a flashing red light and coupled with the shrieks of the bird above them, she heard several more follow.

From left to right, she tried to pinpoint the source of the dreadful shrieks, but she could not discern anything. The shadows of these lands made it almost impossible to see anything, unless of course it were visible to light. Even the riders, who were galloping on misshapen and unsightly beasts were barely noticeable, but the light of their torches was enough of an indication of their fast approach.

A blazing heat emanated from behind her, the sight of Zant mustering his powers to fight off the wicked bird from swooping down at them with its sharp talons, and for the most part, it was working, and the creature retreated a short distance. Still, that did not stop the arrows from shooting towards them, a few zipping close to Celeste's side, and had Zant not cast a barrier around them and the horse, they might have sustained fatal injuries.

"How far is the temple?"

"Just ahead," Zant exclaimed close to her ear.

Ignoring the arrows and the approaching danger from behind, Kagome squinted her gaze in the direction they were galloping. It was difficult to discern anything, let alone the ashen ground beneath them, but as they traveled further, she saw something. A silhouette of a tremendously tall fortitude loomed not far away, and she gasped at the sheer size; how tall did it reach? It was as if it were reaching for the very heavens.

'That's the temple where the mirror is kept?'

"Fire Storm!"

Turning her head, Celeste's eyes widened about a fraction when she saw a great inferno shoot from Zant's palm, the spears of fire coupled with a tremendous wind flew straight at the enemy behind them. Great relief fell from her breath when she saw numerous riders fall from their steeds, the majority caught aflame in the night, and only a few narrowly escaped, but had yet to let up on their pursuit.

And then, within mere minutes, Zant pulled on the reigns, and with a raise of his hand, and to Celeste's surprise, a towering wall of flames encircled them and the entirety of the temple, encasing them securely. So long as Zant's powers did not diminish, then he could uphold this barrier for more than simply hours, even days if needed.

Despite growing immensely intrigued by the division between them and the enemy, Celeste felt Zant dismount before easing her off by her waist. From there, he led her to the sealed door, and with a quick murmur of words, the door unlocked, and sealed once more.

A flood of relief once again escaped her. "We're safe…"

"Not just yet…" He replied. "We're not safe until we get to the mirror."

Celeste followed his gaze, and her mouth fell open with disbelief. The walls, stairs and even the wooden support beams were dilapidated, with cobwebs in every corner, and to her absolute horror, several bricks were missing from the stairs before her, even from those above. For such a sacred place, it was nearly falling to ruin.

"I know you are tired, but we must press on," He beckoned, guiding her ahead, and she followed suit.

As she carefully transversed the old stairs, following each and every step Zant took, she could not help but hear distinct sounds of noises coming from the door below. Those monsters were trying to break through, and they would soon enough. A gasp escaped her, her body falling forward, but had it not been for Zant's outstretched arm around her waist, she would have fallen through the hole which had opened.

"Are you all right?"

She nodded. "yes…"

The moment they arrived at the top floor, with another door standing between them and their destination, Zant muttered another spell, and similar to before, they stepped into the area, and it soon sealed shut behind them.

"This should bide us a little time, but I'm not sure how long these walls will hold.:

"Are you sure about that?" Celeste asked, sweat dropping when she felt a familiar breeze. The entire ceiling was gone, fallen through, and she turned incredulously to Zant who could only shake his head. Silently, she watched as he raised the palms of his hands towards the open ceiling, and with little difficulty, a barrier closed above them.

"That should keep the bird from swooping down any time soon."

As he set to work lighting the torches around the room, if only to shine some light, her gaze drifted away from the three Bokoblins below, hammering away at the walls with their giant mallets and towards the castle in the distance. They had traveled so far and in less than half an hour; she could barely discern anything more but its outline.

'Mother … Midna… If what Zant says is true, then surely, we'll be able to find someone in this other world who might help us. But who?'

Deciding now was not the time for tears, she adjusted the cloak around her shoulders and smoothed down white and blue dress. Turning to Zant, she saw him standing before a large circular mechanism, but only when she ambled closer, did she notice it was the mirror. "This is it?"

"It is."

"Have you figured out a way to get it to work?"

He nodded. "The elders and I managed to break the seal, but we could not get the mirror to work," He muttered softly after, approaching it curiously. "While it may be impossible for me to transverse through it, you should be able to, Celeste."

"You make it sound as though you won't be coming with me…"

He turned, his gaze softening. "You're right. Like I said before, only you can accomplish this feat. Only you, a woman born of that world, can do this. Do not give me that look, Celeste. I've fought countless beasts in my life time. By the time you return, I'll have most of the dirty work sorted through."

As much as it pained her to hear those words, she accepted it. Besides, Zant had proved his worth in the arts of sorcery; so long as he had possession of his powers, nothing could overcome him, and that thought alone brought some relief to her troubled thoughts. "Too bad it can't be as easy as flipping a switch," She replied, approaching the mirror curiously, despite Zant's eyes following her.

"Celeste…"

But she didn't turn to face him, instead, she sauntered behind the mirror, looking it up and down curiously. Behind her charcoal lined blue eyes, she felt tears begin to moisten, and she bit her lip. How could she leave him behind? Truthfully, she was frightened. There was no telling what awaited her beyond the mirror, and what's worse, she didn't want to be alone.

Despite her attempt to look busy, she felt Zant brush up behind her, and soon her back pressed against the gray brick wall, his face mere inches from her own. Swallowing nervously, she met his gaze, his soft eyes staring back, his hands squeezing gently upon her shoulders and then gliding down to cup her hands.

"Zant … I … I don't like this…"

"I know, but what other choice is there?"

"I don't want to leave you alone here…" She replied solemnly.

"And I don't want to let you go either, but we must come to accept our fate."

Unable to hold back her tears, she pressed her body forward and into his, wrapping her arms around his waist. As long as her arms remained around him, then he wouldn't disappear, she wouldn't let that happen. Celeste felt his arms encircle her as well, tighter, and she was reminded of that time in his study mere days ago. "Zant…"

"Hm?"

"We … we never got to finish…" When she failed to finish her words, she felt Zant pull slightly away, a delicate scarlet brow raised, and she blushed. "I mean … our … love session…" As she whispered that last part, she felt her face redden further, and on account of his shocked expression, she bit her lip. If this their fate, then couldn't they make the most of it here and now? "I … let's … not have any regrets…"

Surely taken aback by her words, Zant ran his fingers through his scarlet locks, his gaze fixated upon hers in mere astonishment, but even he could not hide the hue of red from darkening his porcelain face. "Celeste. This … really isn't the time," He began. "I mean … had you asked sooner, I would have taken you at any time, but time is of the essence…"

"Surely, we can make time. I … I love you, Zant," She confessed.

"Celeste…"

"I've … wanted this for so very long, your touch … your words of affection … our bodies as one," She admitted, feeling her embarrassment soar higher with each breath. "Let's not hesitate anymore." She was tired of dancing in circles around him. Besides, he also admitted his feelings for her as well. "I want you…"

Just as those three words fell from her lips, she suddenly felt her back press against the brick wall of the temple. From every inch and crevice, she felt his tongue explore, her skin tingling at the touch of his hands gliding upon her arm. Feeling her knees tremble, she suddenly felt her lower half lifted from the ground, her legs suddenly wrapped around Zant's hips, and not once did his mouth lift from hers.

Although still pressed against the wall, she felt Zant's entire body mold against hers, holding her into position. As she broke free from his kiss, the taste of his tongue still lingering, she watched as his long slender fingers worked to unlace the beginnings of her black corset, and he didn't waste any time. The moment her corset loosened, she felt his large hand cup her breast, the cold wind erecting her small pink bud, and she moaned.

While he pleasured her, his fingers pinching and massaging her, Celeste could not deny her anxiousness, her legs tightening around him at the mere thought of what would soon follow. It was no secret she was a virgin, and she wasn't ashamed of it, but she was glad she saved this moment for someone she truly loved.

"Ah … Zant…" She gasped.

"Does it feel good, Celeste?"

Those very words brought a wave of embarrassment over her, and she bit her lip to hold back from making any further noises, but it was incredibly difficult. He was touching and kissing her in ways she'd only dreamed, the very motion of his lower body rocking against hers eliciting excitement through her veins.

What would it really feel like to be one with him? Would it feel as great as this or better? Zant's warm breath fanned her ear, his tongue gliding upon her neck, coupled with his lips which sent chills down her back.

"I won't hold back," He whispered against her chest, his lips molding against her bud before suckling deeply, so much so, that it spurred another gasp from Celeste.

"Ah…"

He found her other breast, and like the first, he fondled it with great care, squeezing and kneading it, leaving her feeling as though she were putty in his hands. Though his teeth barely grazed her skin, she was thankful he held back, at least partially. But no sooner had he given her breast attention, swirling the tip with his tongue, his lips soon returned to the curvature of her neck. With one hand still squeezing her breast, the other traveled south, beneath her white and blue dress and between her thighs.

Celeste gasped, her hips bucking as she felt his two fingers move against the thin cloth shielding her private area. There was no denying the moister which likely coated his fingers, and she felt her breath quicken with anticipation. Unable to control this familiar sensation, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hips bucking upon his intrusive touch.

This reminded her of the moment in his study when he had asked her to straddle him, and in turn, she'd grown confident enough to return the kindness of his touch; the mere thought left her blushing; she had literally grinded against him, and it had felt so good. As Zant's fingers continued rubbing her, she couldn't help but imagine what he looked like behind those trousers.

"Zant …. Ah … Ah!"

Just as she could feel her excitement build further, he stopped, and disappointed, she struck him a confused stare, but he only responded with a smirk. He was teasing her! And yet, just as she felt that excitement begin to fade, his fingers moved once again, but his eyes never left hers. Those pools of scarlet amber watched her intently, and she found herself lost in those eyes, her lips parted as she leaned closer.

Zant returned the kiss, and she felt his other hand lower to squeeze her thigh and then suddenly her backside. There was something about his touch; it was different, as though he'd implemented his magic into those finger tips and in turn, it successfully emptied her mind, emptied it of everything but him.

"Ah … Ah … Ah … Zant … it's so … deep…"

Those long slender fingers slid past her under slip and into the moisture of her lips, moving against her inner tunnels in ways which left her breathless. Zant was relentless, his fingers quickening with every thrust, and those thrusts left her legs trembling, her hips bucking, and her head fell against his shoulder.

And just as that excitement grew again, he withdrew his two digits from her slick folds, but this time, he had something else planned, something she'd anxiously awaited since they first started. Pressing her against the brick wall once more, with one hand positioned beneath her thigh, he started to undo his trousers, and she bit her lip.

What she saw next certainly caught her by surprise, his girthy member, erect and long, and Celeste wasn't certain if he would fit at all. She'd never seen a man's penis before, and found it awfully strange that the tip was in the shape of a mushroom. Even the hairs surrounding its base were of the same hue upon his head, and she licked her lips. That was Zant's penis.


Author Notice: (Please Read All of It! )

When it comes to the necklace Zant gifted Kagome, I got the inspiration from an anime/manga called MAR (Marchen Awakens Romance). If you haven't seen or read it, I highly recommend it!

Zant is Kagome's first love. Don't worry, Kagome ends up with Link at the end of all this, in the second book.