Impish Expectations

Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess: Link x Midna (Imp)- Midna has mastered (maybe) the art of teasing Link, who tries so hard to act tough. After spending so much time together in their travels, she's confident she can predict him. So when she devised her most daring prank yet, since she knew what face he would make, he didn’t act the way she hoped…

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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the rolling grasslands of Hyrule Field as Link guided Epona along the well-worn path. Patches of wildflowers dotted the landscape in bursts of color—blues and yellows that swayed gently in the warm breeze. 

Midna sat perched on Epona's rump, legs crossed and her elbow resting on one knee while her hand supported her chin. She watched the scenery roll by with growing disinterest. Sure, the Realm of Light had its charm—all these vibrant colors and open spaces were so different from the perpetual twilight of her own domain. But after more than a year of traveling together, even the most beautiful sights started to blur together into one endless parade of green grass and blue sky.

Also, she didn't really need to sit on the horse at all. Flying alongside them would have been just as easy, but she'd grown comfortable here. Link never seemed to mind her presence, and honestly, she'd gotten used to the steady rhythm of Epona's gait beneath her. Still, the monotony was absolutely killing her.

Why did she even accept to travel on horse instead of just using her portals?

"Ugh, more grass. More flowers. More of the same boring thing…" she muttered, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "At this rate, I'm going to die of boredom."

Link's shoulders shifted slightly—barely perceptible, but she'd learned to read his subtle reactions over their months together. That tiny movement meant he was listening but choosing to ignore her complaints. 

How typical.

Then she perked up, a familiar mischievous glint sparking in her red-orange eyes. Whenever boredom struck, she knew exactly what needed to be done. After all, what was the point of having a traveling companion if you couldn't mess with him occasionally?

Midna glanced up at Link, and could see that he was too focused on the road ahead. He looked almost serene, that stoic mask of his firmly in place as always. Even Epona seemed perfectly content, her hooves creating a steady rhythm against the packed earth. 

The picture of heroism.

Bleh…

Suddenly, a grin spread across Midna's face, stretching from ear to ear as an idea formed.

She silently lifted herself from Epona's back, floating into the air. Link remained oblivious, maintaining that infuriating calm composure that she'd made it her personal mission to crack. After all this time together, she'd learned to tell every tell, every reaction, every adorable way his eyes would widen or his brow moved.

Flying ahead, Midna positioned herself some good distance away down the path. 

With a flick of her wrist, she began to warp the space around her, just enough to create the foundation for her trap. The magic hummed through her fingers as she worked, setting up what would undoubtedly be another fun time for her.

When Link and Epona drew closer, Midna's grin turned positively wicked. She raised her hand, and the ground beneath them suddenly erupted in an ominous black glow. Twisted glyphs materialized in the air, pulsing with dark energy as her shackles extended dramatically into the air. With another surge of magic, she amplified the illusion—making the shadowy tendrils appear larger, more menacing, more absolutely terrifying than they actually were.

And it worked exactly as planned.

Epona reared back on her hind legs with a panicked whinny. Link let out a sharp, startled cry—a sound somewhere between surprise and alarm—as he fought to maintain control of his mount. But the sudden movement caught him completely unprepared. His hands slipped from the reins, and with an undignified yelp that was definitely not heroic, he tumbled backward off Epona's saddle, landing hard on his butt in the grass with a solid thump.

Midna immediately dispelled the illusion and burst into laughter, floating in midair as she kicked her legs and clutched her stomach. 

"GYAHHAHA! Oh my—you should have seen your face!" she managed between fits of giggles, tears of mirth gathering at the corners of her eyes. "The great Hero of Hyrule, the legendary chosen one, defeated by a little twilight magic!"

Link sat in the grass, looking thoroughly disheveled and shooting her a pointed look. He brushed dirt from his green tunic with perhaps more force than necessary, his jaw set in that particular way that meant he was both annoyed and trying not to show it.

"And that sound you made!" Midna continued, wiping her right eye. "Absolutely priceless! What was that supposed to be, some kind of battle cry? Because it sounded more like a startled cucco! Keh keh keh!"

Epona, meanwhile, had calmed down enough to trot over to nuzzle the young hylian. 

"Oh, don't give me that look," Midna said, floating down to hover just above the hylian’s eye level. "You have to admit, you didn’t expect that, right?"

Link gestured vaguely at the spot where her illusion had been, then at himself, then made a motion that she understood.

"What? You're not actually mad, are you? Come on, Link. After everything we've been through, you know I wouldn't actually hurt you. It was just a harmless little prank!"

She floated in a lazy circle around him, studying his face. "Besides, when's the last time anything interesting happened on this endless road trip of ours? I was doing us both a favor! Consider it... character building."

The prophesied hero let out a long, resigned sigh in response. Midna's expression shifted just a little, her grin softening into something almost... helpful.

"Oh, here, let me—" She zipped down and grabbed his collar, tugging upward with surprising strength for someone her size. "Up you go! Can't have the legendary chosen one sprawled in the dirt like a common farm boy, now can we?"

Although, wasn’t he a farm boy?

He quickly got back to his feet and brushed off the last of the grass and dirt with quick movements. He gave her a brief nod before walking over to Epona and swinging back into the saddle.

"Hyah!" The familiar sound echoed across the field as he urged Epona forward, and they were moving again as if nothing had happened.

Midna floated after them, arms crossed and a distinct pout forming on her lips. "That's it? That's it?" she called out, catching up to hover beside his shoulder. "I execute a great prank and all I get is a sigh and a polite nod like some kind of helpful sprite? Where's the outrage? The wounded pride?"

Link glanced at her sideways, one eyebrow raised.

"Don't give me that look," she huffed, floating backward so she could gesture dramatically while keeping pace. "A reaction like that is just boring! I put real effort into that! The shadowy tendrils, the ominous glowing, the perfectly timed reveal—it was art, Link! The least you could do is to be properly indignant about it!"

She spun in a circle, hair-hand gesticulating wildly. "I mean, what's the point of pulling pranks if you're just going to shrug them off like they're nothing? You're supposed to get flustered, or at least give me one of those adorably exasperated looks you do so well!"

But Link had already turned his attention back to the road, that infuriating mask of calm settling over his features once again. His shoulders held that particular set that meant he was actively choosing to ignore her complaints.

"Fine…" Midna grumbled, crossing her arms tighter. "Be stoic and mysterious. See if I care!"

They continued traveling as the afternoon slowly gave way to evening, the sun painting the sky in brilliant oranges and purples before finally disappearing behind the mountains. The full moon rose like a silver coin against the darkening sky, casting everything in a pale, ethereal light that reminded Midna uncomfortably of the twilight realm she was forced to leave behind.

"Finally," she muttered as a small structure came into view between two rolling hills. "I was starting to think we'd be sleeping under the stars again. Not that I mind—the night sky here isn't completely terrible…"

The cabin—if it could even be called that—was more of a small wooden house tucked between the foothills. A broken fence surrounded what might have once been a garden, and the whole place had the slightly melancholy look of somewhere that had been abandoned for months, maybe years. Wildflowers had sprouted through gaps in the fence posts, and ivy crept up one side of the building.

Link dismounted and led Epona to a patch of sweet grass near what remained of the fence, removing her saddle and bridle so she could graze and rest properly. The horse nickered softly and immediately set to work on the mountain grass, clearly content with the arrangement.

"Well, it's not exactly a palace," Midna observed, floating up to peer through one of the grimy windows. "But I suppose it'll do for one night. Though judging by the dust in there, I hope you weren't expecting luxury accommodations. Or clean accommodations. Or really anything besides 'four walls and a roof’. Hehe.”

The interior was indeed covered in a thick layer of dust that made Midna wrinkle her nose in distaste. Old furniture sat draped in white sheets like melancholy ghosts, and cobwebs decorated the corners with intricate but rather uninviting patterns. But the basics were all there—a stone fireplace, a sturdy wooden table, chairs and even what appeared to be a decent-sized bed in the back room.

"Ugh, this place is absolutely filthy," Midna complained, watching as Link began pulling sheets off furniture and shaking them out the door. Dust motes danced in the moonlight streaming through the windows like tiny, annoying sprites. 

She floated there for a moment, watching Link work methodically through the room with that quiet efficiency she'd grown so familiar with over their months together. There was something oddly... domestic about seeing him like this. So normal, despite everything they'd been through, despite the weight of destiny and curses and ancient evils that followed them everywhere.

The sight made something flutter strangely in her chest—an emotion she wasn't quite ready to examine too closely.

"Buuuuut…" she added with exaggerated reluctance, rolling her eyes dramatically, "since you did promise to cook tonight, I suppose I could help. And only because I want to eat sometime before dawn.”

With another theatrical sigh, Midna began using her magic to lift and shake out the dusty sheets.

"You're lucky I’m starving" she grumbled, directing a particularly stubborn sheet to fold itself with perhaps more force than necessary. "Otherwise I'd let you do all this yourself and just laugh at you from the rafters."

By the time they finished cleaning, the small cabin had transformed from abandoned ruin to something almost cozy. Link had managed to get a fire crackling in the stone fireplace, casting warm, dancing light across the room.

From his travel pack, Link produced a rather small cooking pot, but it would have to do. He'd foraged some wild vegetables during their journey: earthy mushrooms, sharp wild onions, and aromatic herbs. Combined with preserved meat and seasonings he'd bought from the last village, it should make for a decent meal.

Midna floated nearby, pretending to examine her nails while secretly watching him work. There was something oddly mesmerizing about the way he moved, how he wasn't just carelessly throwing ingredients together, but making precise, practiced cuts with his knife. The herbs sizzled as they hit the heated pot, filling the cabin with rich, savory aromas that made her stomach growl despite herself.

"Weeeeeell…" she said, trying to sound supremely disinterested while her traitorous stomach rumbled again, "I suppose it smells... adequate."

Link glanced up at her with that patient look he'd perfected, stirring the soup with a wooden spoon. 

"Don't give me that look," she huffed, floating in a lazy circle. "I'm simply making an objective observation. It's not my fault if the truth sounds a little mean."

When he finally ladled the soup into two mismatched bowls he'd found in the cabin's cupboards, Midna accepted hers with an exaggerated sigh. "I hope you don't expect me to be grateful or anything. I'm only eating this because the alternative is starving."

She took a careful sip, then another slightly larger one, her eyes widening just a fraction. The soup was... actually great. The vegetables were perfectly tender, the broth rich and warming, with just the right balance. It was the kind of hearty, honest meal that somehow tasted infinitely better after a long day of travel.

"It's... tolerable," she admitted grudgingly, though she was already halfway through the bowl and showing no signs of slowing down. "I mean, it's not completely terrible. For something cooked over an open fire in the middle of nowhere by someone who learned cooking from... where did you learn to cook, anyway?"

Link raised an eyebrow at her, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"What's that look for?" Midna demanded, pausing with her spoon halfway to her mouth, soup dripping back into the bowl. "Don't you dare give me that smug expression! It's not that good! I'm simply... good! There's a difference!"

But his smirk only widened. He took another slow spoonful of his own soup, never breaking eye contact, obviously enjoying her flustered protests.

"Ugh!" She turned away dramatically, cheeks flushing slightly in the firelight. "You're absolutely insufferable! Just because I'm not wasting food doesn't mean I'm enjoying it! I'm being practical! Responsible! Someone around here has to be!"

That sounded so ironic coming from her, and he knew it.

She finished the rest in pointed silence, though her companion definitely noticed when she scraped the bowl clean and looked longingly at the pot.

After they finished eating—and after Midna had 'reluctantly' accepted a second helping—Link began preparing for sleep. But first he banked the fire carefully, checked Epona through the window, and arranged his travel pack within easy reach of the bed. The message was clear—they'd be leaving before dawn, as they always did when trying to cover ground quickly.

Midna watched him settle into the bed's left side, already looking half-asleep despite the fact that he'd been alert and active just moments before. It was surprising that he could fall asleep anywhere, anytime, no matter what had happened during the day as long as there was a pillow.

"Soooo," she said, floating over to hover beside the bed. "I don't suppose you'd want to... you know... change forms for the night? For old times' sake?"

Link opened one eye to look at her, clearly understanding exactly what she was asking for. His expression was amused but firm as he shook his head once, then closed his eye again, already settling deeper into the pillow.

"Seriously?" Midna's voice pitched higher with indignation. "Come on! The bed's barely big enough for two people of normal size, and you know how much more comfortable it is when you're all fluffy and warm! Plus, think of all the space we'd save!"

She gestured dramatically at the modest-sized bed.

But Link was already breathing with the steady, infuriating rhythm of someone drifting toward sleep, completely ignoring her perfectly reasonable request.

Midna crossed her arms and pouted magnificently. "Fine. Be stubborn. See if I care."

She settled onto the right side of the bed with an exaggerated huff, then she took off her crown before lying on her side facing away from him in a display of wounded dignity. The bed was indeed wide enough for both of them, but it felt strangely... intimate compared to their old times. When he was a wolf, it was like having a very large, very convenient heated pillow.

This was different. This was sharing a bed with Link the person, not Wolf the convenient fluffy bed.

She tried to sleep but merely laid there in the darkness, listening to his quiet breathing, feeling oddly restless. Usually by now she'd be curled up in his warm fur, drowsing contentedly while half-listening to his steady heartbeat. She'd grown a little attached to those moments than she cared to admit.

Wolf was warm and fluffy and made an excellent bed. That was all.

Rolling onto her other side, she glared at his peacefully sleeping form in the dim firelight. Even while asleep, he looked annoyingly serene. His face was relaxed, almost boyish without that serious expression he wore during the day.

How dare he sleep so soundly right after denying her?

A long time must have passed.

"This is all your fault," she whispered to his unconscious form, keeping her voice low enough not to disturb him. "If you'd just been reasonable about the wolf thing, I'd be asleep by now instead of lying here being irritated by your complete lack of consideration for my beauty sleep."

But as she observed, an idea was beginning to form in her mind—a deliciously mischievous idea that made her expression shift from annoyed pout to a grin. Her red-orange eyes practically glowed with impish delight as her new prank took shape.

If Link thought he could just ignore her perfectly reasonable requests, well... he had another thing coming. This would be much riskier than her earlier prank, but she was absolutely certain it would crack that insufferable calm of his once and for all.

"Let's see…" she murmured, carefully floating up from the bed.

First, she grabbed her distinctive helmet from where she'd left it on the table, slipping it back onto her head.

Slowly, carefully, she positioned herself to emerge directly on top of him, taking every precaution not to wake him, not yet at least. Her heart was beating faster than usual—whether from the thrill of pulling off such an audacious prank or something else entirely, she refused to consider.

This was going to be absolutely perfect. She could already imagine his startled expression, the way his eyes would go wide, and red face...

Although, she had to admit as she settled into position, his body was very warm beneath her. Warmer than she'd expected, and surprisingly... comfortable.

Focus, Midna. Steamy prank first, weird thought later.

With a few strategic movements, she positioned herself exactly where she wanted, sitting squarely on his waist, her back facing him, with his face perfectly framed by her plump, shapely buttocks.

“Time to wake up, hero," she whispered softly as she removed the quilt, letting it fall onto the floor.

No time to back down.

Gulping loudly, she began to shift her hips in tiny, rhythmic circles over his crotch with just enough force to stir him from his slumber. Her cheeks flushed a little, but she did her best to suppress it, focusing instead on her mission.

"Nnnn... nnh..." Link murmured beneath her, a slight frown forming in his face.

“Nn?" His eyelids fluttered open slowly, and she knew this was her moment.

With a mischievous grin, Midna rocked her hips once more, grinding her butt firmly. And that was enough to cause Link's eyes to snap open and lock onto her.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!" Midna chimed cheerfully, casting a playful glance over her shoulder. "I have a very early-morning gift for you."

She giggled as she pushed her rear assertively against his lower body as he lay there, blinking rapidly. Even if he snapped his eyes open moments ago, he looked a bit dazed.

She rolled her hips, pushing with more insistence and she could even feel the distinct outline of his ‘sword’ beneath his trousers. "Oh, you're happy to see me!" she cooed, her voice dripping with that playful tone, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm flattered, truly."

The hylian merely let out a breathless gasp.

"Oh? Do you like this?" Her voice lowered to a sultry purr.

She changed by shaking her hips, making sure to push down and get a gasp."I think you do, hehe!"

His breath came in ragged gasps, face burning with a fierce flush. She could even see the glint of the untamed beast.

"How about this?” She giggled.

She arched her back just enough to reach under herself, fingers tearing at the laces of his trousers. With a few savage jerks, she freed his throbbing mast, already very much pulsing and ready.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

‘Oops…’  

But she didn’t back down.

"Well, well, look what we have here."

Her fingers moved slowly until they were wrapping around his shaft. She gave a few hard strokes, causing it to twitch in her grip, feeling that strong throbbing in her palm.

‘So hot…’

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she hissed, hand squeezing tighter, getting a much better feel of him.

Suddenly, she shoved his pulsating member between her thighs, pressing his hardness against her scorching, wet opening. She was always naked in her smaller form, but nothing like some magic to hide her naughty bits.

"Hehehehehehe, you really do." she purred, thighs clamping around his ‘sword’ like a vice. She began to move, her thighs squeezing it but not hard enough to hurt but with a tender touch, caressing it.

"Come on, hero. Let go. I know you're aching for it." She teased as she gave him another glance and moved it up and down.

His unique expression was all she needed to know.

And this was her moment.

"Nope!”

In an instant, Midna shot upward, floating above him, watching as he gasped and panted like a desperate, drowning man as he was denied of that very much desired release.

"Gyahahahha, you fell for it!" she gloated, crossing her arms and grinning down at him. "I knew you'd be putty in my hands once I got your sword out of its sheath!"

Link stared up at her, mouth agape. The kind of face she was waiting for.

"Awww... Don't give me that look," Midna chuckled, her laughter sharp and full of glee. "Oh, this is too good. You should see your face right now! It's priceless!" He blinked once, then again, slowly covering his face with his hands.

"Oooh, you're embarrassed, aren't you? That's adorable! Look at you, trying to hide your flustered face from a woman like a kid." She floated down a bit, unfolding her arms as she examined him. "Come on, let me see the aftermath. How bad is it? I bet your cheeks are bright red. Keh keh keh!" But Link stubbornly kept his hands over his face, unwilling to meet her gaze.

"Oh, come on!" Midna sighed, hovering in the air. "Don't be so dramatic. Though, I didn't expect you to react so... enthusiastically." She circled him slowly, grinning as she looked down at him.

"It was quite flattering, really. To think you'd be so stirred up over little ol' me!" She paused, considering. "Though, I can see why. With all the stress you've been under lately, it's no surprise you're so tense. I'm amazed you didn't burst the second I touched you."

She landed on the bed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. "Honestly, I'm doing you a favor." Then she paused, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across her face once more. "Unless..."

That was the moment when Link peeked at her through his fingers.

"Do you want me to help you with that?" she continued, her voice taking on a sultry tone as pointed at his member. "I mean, you did put on quite a show for me. I'd feel bad leaving you like this, all... bothered."

So she leaned closer to his face, trying to pry open those hands. "I could always finish what I started."

Link finally looked at her, startled.

"What?" Midna sat up straight, crossing her arms. "Don't act so surprised! There's nothing wrong with a bit of fun. Besides, it's clear you need it. And I can tell you're curious."

She grinned down at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes, her lips curling with mischief. "Look at you, all hard and hot under the collar," she teased. His eyes widened, and he quickly turned his gaze away, his cheeks flushing red as embarrassment  overtook him.

Midna sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she towered over him with a playful stance—legs spread wide and hands planted firmly on her hips. She had to admit, seeing him like this, completely embarrassed, and utterly off-balance—was a thrill unlike any other, far different from watching him confidently vanquish monsters in battle.

But she also noticed the hunger in his eyes, the way they couldn't help but flicker back to her, drawn irresistibly to her bare form. 

He was tempted, oh so tempted, and she reveled in it.

"You're not going to make the first move? Fine. I will," she declared, descending upon him with deliberate slowness, straddling his waist. Her voice lowered to a sultry growl as she leaned in closer. "Come on, hero. Take me. Show me your desire," she urged, her breath warm against his ear as she gave a tentative lick.

What was she doing? 

This was definitely going way too far.

And wasn’t she stopping?

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing length, guiding it to her very eager entrance. He was hot, ready, and the electric jolt of his touch sent a heated thrill through her body.

"Ready? Hold on tight," she purred, beginning to lower herself ever so slowly onto him, teasing, just barely touching, savoring the tantalizing sensation of hsi tip trying to push inside her folds.

"Do it," she commanded, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Take me. Hard."

He obeyed, his hands finding themselves gripping her hips with a fervent intensity before pushing her down, eager to feel himself fully sheathed within her warm tunnels.

Or so he thought.

Because she disappeared before he could even go any further.

"GYAHAHAHAHA!" she erupted into laughter, her form reappearing by his head, her cackles echoing in the cabin. "The look on your face! Gyahahahahahaa!”

She hovered effortlessly in the air, looking down with the same grin. Her hands rested confidently on her hips as a teasing grin played on her lips. "What's the matter, hero? Not enjoying yourself?"

His were still flushed, more than before, standing out starkly against his pale skin. He glanced up at her, and then he furrowed his brow.

"HA! Don't give me that look!" she cackled, "You actually thought I was serious! That's the funniest thing I've seen so far. You're so gullible! Kehehehe!" She floated backward, her legs effortlessly crossing in midair as she supported her chin with one hand. "Oh, this is too good. I knew you'd be easy, but I didn't expect you to be that easy."

The flush of embarrassment quickly vanished from his face, replaced by a determined scowl as he lunged at her, hands outstretched in an attempt to catch her.

"Too slow!" she laughed, easily twisting away from his reach. "You'll have to do better than that if you want to catch me!"

Undeterred, the hero tried again, and she dodged.

"Oh, you think you can catch me?" she taunted, her voice a melodic tease as she floated higher. "Go ahead, Link. Try to catch me. I'd like to see you struggle."

He scrambled to his feet, determination written across his face as he reached for her again. But each time he got close, she flew just a little higher, maintaining a teasing distance.

"What's the matter?" she continued, her voice a sing-song tease as she circled around him. "Can't keep up with little ol' me? Hehehehe!"

She hovered just above his shoulder; her smirk ever-present as she looked down at him with playful mockery. "This is too easy. I could keep this up all night, but I don't think you'd last much longer."

He tried once more. But she merely blinked out of sight, reappearing a short distance away, her laughter ringing through the air.

"You're so easy to rile up. It's adorable! Kehehehehe!" She moved down, hovering directly in front of his face, her eyes locking onto his blue orbs. His brow furrowed, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the adorable blush that colored his cheeks. "What? Cat got your tong—"

Her words were abruptly cut off as he captured her lips with his in a sudden, bold kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, her thoughts scattering like leaves. Slowly, her eyes fluttered shut, and she found herself leaning into the kiss, a sensation she hadn't anticipated overwhelming her senses and her chest exploding.

What was she doing?!

Reality came crashing back, and she pulled away sharply, her face covered by a fierce blush as she tried to hide with her hands.

However, as shocked as she was, Midna could still see Link smirking at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Y-You-Y-You…!" she snapped, glaring at him from between her fingers, her voice a mix of irritation and unexpected embarrassment. "It's not funny! That was... That was..." She faltered, searching for words that seemed to elude her.

Link's expression softened, his cocky smirk fading into a gentle smile. That was when he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers, and gently pulled her hands away from her face, revealing her cheeks, flushed a deep crimson. Then, with a tenderness that caught her off guard, he took her hand in his and pressed his lips softly to her knuckles. The gesture was unexpectedly intimate, and she felt a fluttery sensation, like a swarm of butterflies, take flight in her chest.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, though she didn't pull away. "You're supposed to be angry, not... not acting like some kind of prince."

But that made her inexplicably happy.

Link met her gaze again, his blue eyes holding a surprising intensity that seemed to pierce right through her. He kissed her knuckles once more, then gently pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. 

Midna's breath caught in her throat. She could feel the rapid thump of his heart through the thin fabric of his shirt, a rhythm that matched her own. "What's gotten into you?" she managed to whisper. "Why are you being so… so…"

She trailed off, her words dissolving as her companion carefully removed her helmet, setting it aside, such a simple action that made her heart skip a beat. He pressed his forehead to hers, their skin touching, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him, the heat of his breath brushing against her cheek.

"Link..." she began, but he silenced her with another kiss, more insistent than the last. His lips were soft but firm, capturing hers in a gentle yet unyielding embrace that made her melt against him, surrendering to the comfort he offered.

Time seemed to stretch and blur around them, leaving only the sensation of his lips.

Her body moved instinctively, finding itself straddling him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands splayed across his chest. She felt the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against her, and she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening in surprise.

'How is it that big?' she wondered, stealing a glance back at him.

Like she saw it moments ago, and he was ready to burst but it didn’t look as big as right now.

He wore a satisfied smirk which prompted her to look away with a huff in defiance.

"Fine. You want to do this?" she growled, as she regained some of her confidence "Then I'll show you who's in control here!" With a fierce glint in her eyes, she took hold of his shaft, ready to prove her point. And swiftly trapped his length between her creamy thighs, rubbing them together with a deliberate, rhythmic sway. A smug smile played on her lips when she heard the sharp intake of breath that escaped from her partner.

"How's that for ya?" she teased, clenching her thighs tighter, her muscles flexing beneath her smooth skin. "Pretty nice, right? My thick legs feel good, don't they?"

She began to move her hips in a fluid, undulating motion, ensuring that her slick, swollen lower lips dragged along his length. Her eyes never left his face, watching as that blush returned to his cheeks in approval.

"You like that, my hero?" she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "Feels good, doesn't it? I bet you wish you could be buried deep inside me right now. For real this time."

Leaning forward, she moved her hands under his shirt, helping him to get it off so she could lean into him and feel him directly. She could feel the erratic beat beneath her touch, matching the pulsing heat between her own legs. 

"Oh? You like this too? How about this?"

Her hips moved faster, grinding against him with a desperate, hungry rhythm. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, a raw, primal sound that seemed to resonate through her entire body.

"Haaa~!” She panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "That's what you've been missing. Do you want it?"

Link's response was silent, but his piercing blue eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her shiver. Then, without warning, his large  hands gripped her waist, lifting her with ease. He positioned himself at her entrance, and before she could even draw breath to react, he pushed her down.

"Wha-aaahh!" Midna moaned, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure as she felt him invade her, pushing deeper and deeper with every heartbeat. "W-wait! I wasn't ready! Ahnn~!"

But Link showed no sign of stopping, his grip tightening on her waist as he thrust into her until his hips met hers.

"O-OOOOh..." Midna moaned, her head falling back, eyes closed. She could feel all of him inside her, hot and hard and impossibly big, stretching her, filling her completely. Her body shuddered, already slick with sweat.

"How did... How did all of this fit?!" She said in disbelief, the words a breathless sigh.

She glanced downward, her eyes widening as she saw the distinct protrusion in her abdomen, and was that... movement?! 

Her heart pounded as she tentatively reached out, palms trembling as she placed them on the odd bulge. It shifted under her touch, sending another shiver up her spine. "S-Stop it!" she stammered, trying to muster authority but only sounding desperate. "I said, stop moving!"

Her pleas went unheeded. The motion continued, a rhythmic undulation that made her acutely aware of every inch of him as he retreated, then pressed forward again. A sound escaped her lips, a loud moan she couldn't suppress out of delight. "Nnngh! No... Stop it! Ahn~!" 

His pace quickened, each thrust more forceful than the last. Her body responded of its own accord, moans and gasps tumbling from her mouth. She tried to fight it, to resist the sensations coursing through her, but he felt so good inside her, filling her completely, stretching her intimately, flooding her with waves of pleasure she didn’t think were possible.

Soon her hands found his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she threw her head back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat. "You're so... deep! Nnngh!" 

Link grunted with each thrust, sweat beading on his brow. His hands moved from her hips to her buttocks, gripping her soft flesh firmly, pulling her closer against him. And sending another jolt through her body by the rough treatment.

She could feel his hot breath on her neck,  his hands rough and demanding on her body. "H-Hah...Hah…" She panted, struggling to form words between moans. "This is... Mmmm... What you wanted... All along... Isn't it?"

He didn't answer, but his expression said it all. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, features contorted in pure, unadulterated lust, lust for her. He was consumed, lost in the primal rhythm of his body claiming hers, using her for his own gratification. It should have enraged her, but instead, it stoked the fire within her, made her crave more.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, body pressing tightly against his chest, lips brushing his ear. "R-Ruin me!" she pleaded and he complied, hips moving faster, hands shifting from her buttocks to her waist again, gripping her so tightly it was almost painful. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the vulgar feeling of how she was using her, fucking her and filling her small snatch and reducing her to a world on moans.

Her tongue lolled,  as he changed the angle and hit a very sweet spot that made her legs tremble and clamp around him. He grunted, his arms tightening around her, pulling her closer.

So she began to move as well, meeting every thrust with her own, all to reach that delightful climax she was looking for. But feeling her throat becoming sore she simply bit down on his neck to try to not scream anymore.

That only excited her man even more, hitting another spot that made her walls cry out. And that was the exact moment when she felt it—the pulsing, the throbbing inside her, the early sign that soon he would burst his seed. 

And her eyes widened in realization when her body refused to listen to her as she couldn’t control her legs or arms anymore, much less her magic to get away.

"W-Wait!" She gasped, trying to form words between her moans. "Are you... Hah... Are you about to...?"

Her question fell on deaf ears. He continued to move, this time hips pounding  against hers without any consideration of their size difference, each thrust going deeper and harder than the last. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the empty house, a symphony of their carnal dance. The old bedsprings squeaked in rhythm, the headboard knocking against the wall, the only witnesses to their passion being the dusty furniture and the moonlight peeking through the tattered curtains.

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, he pushed deep inside her, and something inside her give way that froze her. Then she felt him erupt inside her, a burning flood filling her, coating her insides with his sticky white seed. She could only shudder in strange delight, her body convulsing as she gasped for air, her hips and walls moving instinctively to milk him, to keep him inside her and never let go of her beloved hero.

"Ahh..." She moaned, her body still quivering to the afterglow. "So much… So good…" She murmured, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "There's... So much..." She could feel it, dripping out of her, trailing down her thighs as he pulled out and let her sit in his lap, leaving a sticky, warm mess between them.

Midna shivered, her body still tingling and very much unresponsive. "You... You're something else..." She giggled like a drunk, feeling the warmth spreading in her belly, filling her womb.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and amusement. She blushed deeper, turning away.

"D-Don't get any funny ideas," she stammered, trying to put on a stern face. "This was... A one-time thing. Got it?" She hugged her arms around her knees, her long hair falling over her shoulder, a curtain hiding her embarrassment.

But he just smirked again, that infuriating, handsome smirk that made her heart flutter despite herself. She snapped, her cheeks burning, "Fine! But don't expect me to be doing this often!"

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She could feel his heartbeat against her back, strong and steady, unlike her own chaotic rhythm. She squirmed in his grip, half-heartedly trying to escape but more like trying to find a much better position under him.

"H-Hey! I told you I'm not a toy!" She protested, her voice lacking conviction. "Let go of me!"

He didn't respond, but she could see it in his eyes and that look was all she needed to know to understand his unspoken words. It made her stomach do somersaults. She gulped, looking away again, her cheeks burning more than before. It was obvious he wasn't going to let go, and truth be told, she didn't want him to. She sighed, resting her head and her body relaxing against his.

"Fine," she sighed, closing her eyes. "You win. Just... Just hold me for a while." Outside, the wind howled, the old house creaking and groaning, but inside, there was only the sound of their breaths, the beat of their hearts, and the warmth of their bodies entwined.

He held her close, his warmth enveloping her like a blanket. She couldn't help but feel safe and secure in his arms, despite how annoying he could be sometimes.

She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling how all her problems slowly melted away as she let herself relax for the first time since they'd set out on this journey. Of course she relaxed, before but this was a different kind.

And...

It felt good.

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The hero of the prophecy woke to the soft gray light of early dawn filtering through the cabin's windows, his hand instinctively reaching across the bed only to find empty space where Midna should have been, nowhere to be seen.

He sat up slowly, running a hand through his tousled hair as he scanned the small room. Her helmet sat abandoned on the bedside table, meaning she left to do something.

Link slipped quietly from the bed and padded barefoot across the wooden floor, checking the small kitchen area and peering toward the back of the cabin. 

Then he spotted her.

Midna stood silhouetted against the large front window, perfectly still as she gazed out at the horizon. The rising sun painted the sky in brilliant shades of gold and pink, and its rays streamed through the glass to bathe her in warm, ethereal light. 

She looked beautiful. Despite everything about her nature that should have made her flee from such bright, pure light. Instead, she was floating there like she belonged in it, like the dawn had been created specifically to frame her in this perfect moment.

As if sensing his gaze, Midna glanced over her shoulder, her red-orange eyes finding his. A soft smile curved her lips—not her usual mischievous grin or sarcastic smirk, but something genuine and unguarded that made his heart skip.

"Well, well," she said quietly, her voice lacking its usual teasing edge. "Look who's finally decided to join the land of the living. I was starting to think you'd sleep until noon."

She turned from the window and flew over to him. When she reached his side, she hovered there for a moment, studying his face in the growing daylight.

"It’s always different from the Twilight Realm," she said softly, almost conversationally. "Brighter. More... hopeful, I suppose." Her gaze drifted back toward the window where the sun continued its steady climb above the mountains. "Maybe I will miss this.”

Link reached out without thinking, his fingers gently brushing against her hand. She didn't pull away.

They stood there in comfortable silence for a long moment, watching the world wake up around them. Birds began their morning songs outside, and somewhere in the distance, Epona whinnied softly as she grazed in the tall grass.

Then she turned to face him fully.

"Link…" she called, and there was something different in her voice—something careful and hopeful and terrified all at once. "When the time comes... when this is all over, when we've saved both our worlds..."

She paused, taking what would have been a shaky breath.

"You'll come with me... right?"

Her eyes never left his face, searching for any hint of his answer, any sign of what he was thinking.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the weight of the decision, the magnitude of what she was asking. His lips parted as if to speak, his eyes never leaving hers.

And then—

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AN: And cut! This expanded more than it should, but I couldn’t because there was simply too much between to just make a short story.

Mmmm I tried to make bratty impish Midna but then it got all happy and sweet. I mean, come on even after all these years since I finished the game I still knew they were meant for each other, and Link should have followed her to the twilight realm.

Screw Zelda! Screw Hyrule!