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links-in-time · 3 months ago

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Beauty

I was thinking about body positivity the other day and as usual I had Twilight Princess on the brain. My girlfriend suggested I write something for Link and Midna, but in her cursed form. Because that little imp is still hella hot! I'm also short and curvy so writing this made me feel a little better about myself too.

So this is for all my short queens who get compared to tall goddesses all the time!

Usual 🔞 content warnings. Sexual themes, language. M/W

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“Mng! Agh!”

“If you kept still it wouldn't hurt so much!” Midna berated in an irritated fashion.

“It would be easier to keep still if you hurried this up!” Link shot back through gritted teeth.

“I told you to bite down on something. You're the one who used your last potion BEFORE entering the woods,” Midna reminded him, raising the only eyebrow visible beneath her strange stone headdress.

“Mmm,” Link stifled his next groan as best he could while Midna tied off the last of the bandage around his left leg. “I can get more tomorrow, but the shop in the village won't be open until morning.”

“Well then I'm ignoring any more complaints from you for the rest of the night!” Midna snapped, pointing an accusing finger squarely between Link's crossed blue eyes. “You're lucky I need you mutt, or I could have simply left you in that hollow to bleed to death.”

Link sighed, bending forwards to inspect Midna’s bandage around his thigh. A log on the fire popped and split, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. The motion caught Midna’s attention, she floated away from the small sofa, kneeling in front of the hearth to toss a few more logs into the dwindling flames.

“I know,” Link said quietly, barely registering he had even said the words out loud.

In the still quiet of his tree-top house however, his words reached Midna whose ears pricked up.

“You know what?” She asked softly, not turning her head, but tuned in to hear Link's response.

“How lucky I am to have you,” he sighed.

The glowing timbers in the small grate blurred to twinkling stars as Midna’s gaze glazed over. The warmth of the fire seemed to contrast pleasantly with the rough-spun straw rug on the floor beneath her short legs. One wandering hand absently traced the woven pattern of the rug, while the other rested peacefully in her lap. She only became aware Link was speaking to her when he raised his voice slightly.

“Midna? Are you alright?”

“Hmm, of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?” She replied, squeaking voice lacking some of its usual heat.

“Because you haven't said anything, or told me off for about five minutes,” Link chuckled.

The sound of Link's laughter made Midna turn her head, though it was only to shoot him a half-hearted frown.

“Give me another minute or two, I'm sure I'll think of something. Or you'll eventually do something stupid to annoy me!”

That got Link laughing again. However, his usual display of humour bit him in the ass as he slapped his hand down upon his injured thigh without thinking.

“Ahh!” Link groaned, face scrunched up in pain and teeth bared.

“There, that didn't take long at all, you dummy!” Midna giggled.

Link whined and slumped a little further down into his sofa, eyes fixed on a random spot of wall above Midna’s head. He sniffed once, trying not to feel too sorry for himself. After all he had survived far worse injuries than this on his quest already. This just happened to be the first he hadn't been able to heal instantly.

More monsters had swarmed the woods surrounding Ordon during his time away from the village. Most had been easy to deal with now that he had discovered the Master Sword, but an archer got off a lucky shot and embedded an arrow deep in Link's thigh. Midna helped half carry, half drag the injured hero back to his home where they discovered Link had completely run out of healing potions.

“I mean it you know, I count myself incredibly lucky to have you Midna. Heck! I'd be dead several times over if it weren't for you! I know you have your own motives and your own quest, but you've never hindered me, or left me to fight a battle alone. So, what I'm trying to say is, thank you, and I appreciate everything you do. Even if sometimes you wish you had a better hero to boss around.”

Link had been staring at his absently twiddling thumbs as he spoke. Although he found Midna oddly easy to talk to, he was not usually a particularly vocal person on a good day, and prolonged eye contact during a conversation still proved difficult. So when he lifted his gaze to judge Midna’s reaction, he was surprised to find her staring at him.

“What?” He asked, thinking he'd said something wrong, or crossed some unspoken boundary. Link was about to apologise out of habit when Midna opened her mouth.

“Nothing,” she uttered. Now it was Midna’s turn to drop her gaze to the floor. “It's just, I didn't know you thought those things about me. It's not as though I'm always kind to you either. I thought you'd be fed up with this bossy little Imp by now!”

Midna tried to make light of the conversation with a chuckle, but Link noticed the way she crossed her arms and hugged them close to her chest. How her gaze seemed interested in everything in the room except for him. Link didn't know people as well as he should, but he recognised a nervous creature when he saw one. As far as he could tell however, Midna had no reason to feel afraid.

From what little he'd seen of her magic, she was an incredibly powerful sorceress. The way she could manipulate her magically enhanced hair into an enormous fist or a useful tool. How she could enhance Link's own attacks in his wolf form. Or her command over the twilight gates which allowed them to warp from one part of Hyrule to another.

Then again, Link knew next to nothing about the Twilight realm, perhaps Midna’s skills weren't seen as special or impressive by her own people. Though Link seriously doubted it.

“How could I be fed up with someone who's so amazing?!” Link asked, gesturing at Midna as he spoke.

At this Midna let out a bark of laughter, followed by softer chuckles as she stood and placed a hand on her hip. Link watched, bemused for a moment while Midna’s laughter subsided and she turned a wry smile on her host and companion.

“Oh stupid hero, there's nothing amazing about this form.” Midna sighed, bright amber eye still fixed on the floor. “When Zant cursed me it was meant to be an insult, to curb my abilities and belittle me in the eyes of my people. I am nothing to be admired or held in esteem. This form is hideous and demeaning, no one could find me desirable or inspiring looking like this.”

With a final humf, Midna folded her arms once again and spun around to face the fire.

Well, Link thought, that was just nonsense. For clearly such an intelligent person, Midna was being quite stupid. Before he'd taken the time to ask himself if it was a good idea, Link was already opening his mouth to speak.

“I admire you.”

…

Shit, Link's mind screamed at him in panic when Midna failed to respond.

No, Midna clearly wasn't feeling good about herself and Link wanted to help her see herself the way he saw her.

“Midna, I…” Link hesitated, unsure of the best way to say what he wanted. “I disagree. Zant might have intended for you to feel those things, but you shouldn't.”

“Link, please,” Midna said quietly, dejection clear in her voice. “Everything I said is true.”

“No, it's not!” He insisted, trying to rise before he remembered his leg.

“If you could see my true form, Hero, you would agree with me.” Midna sighed, staring wistfully into the bright flames.

“Look, I don't know what your true form is, but believe me when I say there's nothing unattractive about this one.”

That got a reaction. Link noticed Midna visibly straightened at his comment. Her small hands gathered in her lap as she turned them and Link's words over. Working her fingers together Midna became very aware of how small the distance between the two of them was. Sat on the rug in front of the fire, Midna’s back was only a foot or so away from Link's legs and the front of the sofa. The air between them felt thick and warm, protected by the branching walls of Link's house. Link's compliments pulled at something within Midna she thought Zant had destroyed. A flutter. A heavy beat.

“You may not think this form is desirable, but I…” Link stopped, as a lump crept up into his throat. He pushed past it. “I think you're beautiful, Midna.”

“Ha! Silly light dweller, if you could see my true self you would laugh at this impish body.” Midna tried to laugh at herself, as she turned back to face her host.

“Do I look like I'm laughing Midna?” Link asked, trying not to sound too serious as he aimed for sincere.

The Twilight Princess eyed her hero sceptically, as she searched his face for any hint of a joke or sarcasm. But as usual, Link's soft features and deep blue eyes held only warmth and honesty. He returned Midna’s gaze and kindled a small spark within her core which had nothing to do with the fire at her back.

For Link's part, his heart felt akin to the beating of Epona’s hooves at a full gallop. He had an idea, but his previous experience with voicing his ideas to Midna hadn't filled him with confidence. Then again, the light spirits and the holy goddesses seemed to have made a good choice when they revealed Link to be the hero of courage.

Besides, if Midna was insulted and simply killed him here and now, Link was sure the gods would understand.

“Midna, would you… would you come here?” He asked softly, trying to find her gaze again.

“Is something wrong? Is it your leg?” She asked, so considerate, though she'd flat out deny it if Link accused her of such.

“No it's not that. I… I feel like you don't see yourself the way I see you. You seem to think that because you're small you aren't as significant, or shouldn't be taken seriously. You helped me feel like I was deserving of this tunic and the mark on my hand.” Link paused, calling upon that blessed courage. “I want you to feel admired, to feel seen, to feel… desired.”

Link was no expert on Twili behaviour, but he was certain Midna’s cheeks turned a darker shade of blue the longer he spoke.

For a long while Midna remained motionless. Link began to worry that he'd overstepped, and finally ruined the rapport the two of them had gradually worked up together. Then, slowly, Midna raised her arms and gently tugged at the curved horns which adorned her carved headdress. Link's next breath caught in his throat as the stark grey stone lifted free of Midna’s head.

Bright orange hair transitioned to black closer to her forehead, where jet black makeup had been applied over her brows and around her eyes. As Midna blinked up at Link he became dazzled by the ruby irises, almost glowing in the dim light of his humble home. Free of her head-wear, Midna ran an absent hand through her fiery locks. Link followed the movement with his eyes, as Midna’s hand trailed in an almost hypnotic motion as it came to rest on her hip.

She seemed to become aware of his eyes upon her again. Heat returned to her cheeks at the depth of Link's gaze. The way he simultaneously pinned her to the spot and enticed her to close the small distance between them. Some of her old confidence worked its way into her limbs, jutting out a hip in order to slowly drape her hand over the generous curve.

“Will you let me appreciate you a little closer?” Link offered, giving his good leg a soft pat.

Midna eyed the spot for a moment, seemingly trying to make a decision. Link meanwhile made no motion to rush or influence Midna, he wanted her to make up her own mind. Not let him force her agency in such a quiet moment between them. After a long few minutes, a smile hooked the corner of Midna’s lips, exposing one of the tiny fangs Link often caught himself staring at.

With an almost imperceptible motion, Midna drifted towards the sofa and lifted herself up until her head was level with Link's. Her feet hovered a few inches away from Link's knees while her hands remained planted on her hips.

“Can…” Link began, clearing his throat before he continued. “Can I touch you?”

Midna nodded, apparently having decided not to unleash her sharp wit on her poor farm hand at present.

Link clenched and unclenched his left hand briefly before reaching up to lay his palm over Midna’s shoulder. His bare hand covered almost all of her narrow shoulder and upper arm, but the electricity in the contact was palpable. Lips parting to allow for a deeper breath, Link pressed onward.

Midna’s bright eyes remained fixed on his face, while Link watched the progress of his own hand. He gently squeezed the muscles of her bicep and rubbed circles into the hollow of her shoulder. As the warmth of Midna’s skin and tight clothes beneath his fingers grew more enticing, Link slid his hand around to her chest. His eyes briefly flicked towards hers to check for any sign or discomfort or reprimand, finding none, Link returned to his task.

Though Midna’s black raiments left little to the imagination, Link found his thumb following the curve of black fabric around the plump form of her breast. At this, Midna’s eyes slipped shut and a soft moan sounded in her throat. Emboldened, Link gave an experimental squeeze. Another, higher sound almost made it past Midna’s lips. While Link quickly reminded himself to breathe, he dragged his hand away from Midna’s breast and up her slender neck to rest upon her cheek.

Cracking open one eye, Midna observed her unlikely lover. He was being so gentle, so soft, so unlike how he was with everything else. In battle he had become formidable. When faced with a puzzle, brute force was usually his first go to as a solution. But here, enveloped by the warmth of the fire and the cushions surrounding them on the thin sofa, Link seemed entirely different. Less certain, but extremely attentive and aware of every reaction Midna gave him.

Feeling the brush of his hand across her cheek, she turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand. Such a soft and tender gesture, but a clear indicator that she appreciated what he was doing.

A log on the fire cracked and shifted in the grate, but neither of the people in the room made any movement to tend to it. Entirely enchanted by the woman before him, Link lifted his right hand and pressed it to Midna’s other cheek. Brushing lightly at the rim of her long dark ear as he did so. His left hand moved down, grazing Midna’s chest and belly before he pressed his hand flat against her core.

“Can I touch you here too?” He asked, almost breathless in his desire to make Midna feel everything he felt about her.

A small, black gloved hand came to rest atop Link's. Momentarily distracted, he almost missed her nodding once again.

“I would like that,” she added, when Link didn't seem to read her reply.

“Okay,” he uttered, some of his previous nerves attempting to make a return.

Link shoved those thoughts firmly to the back of his mind and focused on Midna, in the here and now. Although she didn't remove her hand, neither did Midna try to stop him as Link's palm slid further down her body. Until at last he altered the angle of his wrist and pressed his fingers against her pelvis.

Midna’s next breath caught on a gasp. Link's touch, though rough, was gentle and measured. The Princess tried not to let wayward thoughts disturb her peace, as she sank into the feeling of Link's fingers delving beneath her clothes. Allowing herself to drift down to kneel on Link's lap, she was careful to avoid the fresh wound to his thigh.

Bandages and broken arrows were the farthest thing from Link's mind at that moment. Pushing aside a thin line of fabric, Link's middle finger slipped between the subtle lines of skin. Warmth greeted him, and the first hint of Midna’s pleasure at his brief touch.

“You feel so soft,” he observed quietly. Though Midna felt tied to every word.

Flexing his finger, Link stroked the soft bud of Midna’s clit as it bloomed against the rough pad of his finger.

“Ahhh,” Midna quivered, as the friction sent jolts of pleasure up through her core.

Leaning forward she rested her hands against Link's chest, feeling his sturdy form beneath her and the steady pulse of his quickened heartbeat. As Midna breathed heavily and moaned against Link's chest, his index finger slid in beside the first. A little extra pressure against Midna’s clit practically had her panting for breath.

Something warm and slick ran across Midna’s sensitive skin as Link backed off the pressure and the pace of his fingers. Following the trail to its source, he found her almost dripping as he teased at the tight entrance to her body. Beginning again with one digit, he pressed firmly at the silken skin. Relishing in the sensation as she parted around his finger. Inviting in the way Midna almost seemed to pull him further in.

“Oh.” A simple utterance breathed against Link's torso, as Midna slowly closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into Link's chest.

Slowly at first, Link pumped his finger up and down. Never fully leaving Midna’s snug walls and reaching in deeper each time he pushed back inside. Gently allowing a second finger to rejoin the first, Link curled both inside and almost stopped when he felt Midna’s hands suddenly grip his tunic in her fists.

“Do you need me to stop?” He asked, voice no more than a whisper near her slender ear.

Midna shook her head against him. “No, please don't stop. It feels good I promise. Your touch is�� it's so beautiful. Can you touch me here again as well?”

Following her question, Midna released one of her hands from Link's tunic and guided his free hand back to her breast.

“Of course, I'll do anything for you, your highness,” Link murmured, before pressing a kiss to the top of Midna’s head.

Midna was glad Link couldn't see her expression. He already made her blush once tonight, but now she felt her whole face and chest aflame. The sensation only grew as Link began to firmly rub his thumb up and down over the perked bud of Midna’s nipple beneath her garments. This in tandem with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside her, set a fire blazing in Midna’s core. A heat and pleasure she had only a faint hope of ever feeling again.

She may have convinced Link of the near certainty that her plan to reclaim her power and her throne would work. But there had always been doubt in her own mind. Zants’ new power had been strong enough to thwart all her efforts to fight back against him. In her newly weakened state and without the support of her people, Midna’s only source of hope had been Zelda. With her gone, Link's blind faith was all she had left.

But perhaps he wasn't blind, and perhaps he did see her differently. Perhaps this curse Zant had placed on her would only be a disadvantage if she let it be one. Link certainly didn't see it as such. Then again, he was uncommonly stupid at times. But sweet, oh so sweet.

The way his now firm and sure motions dove in and curled against her quivering walls, sent doubt fleeing from Midna’s mind. This wouldn't solve anything, but by the ancestors did it feel good. Link, the supposedly stoic and stalwart hero of Hyrule, was pleasuring her. In his modest home, because he didn't want her to doubt herself. Because he was sweet and kind and he put up with her shit, because she was so angry.

Lifting her head took an almighty effort, but glancing up through bleary eyes was worth it. Catching Link's focus and attention trained on her, sent Midna hurtling towards release. The safety and comfort she felt in his capable arms tipped the ball of pleasure over the edge. She came with a soft cry as her eyes rolled back and she almost toppled over onto the floor.

Link caught her with one hand while the other stilled its motion. Panting hard, Midna steadied herself against Link's torso, enjoying the relief flooding her tiny body. As Link gently removed his fingers and laid his slick hand upon his lap, Midna sat back on her heels. From there, her view took in more of her companion than she could see before, including the conspicuous bulge in the front of Link's trousers.

“Do you need to…?” Midna began to ask, eyeing the object of her question.

“No,” Link breathed, shaking his head slightly as he tried to shift uncomfortably on the spot. “It's fine, I don't need to right now.”

“Maybe I'd like to help you?” Midna replied, some of the recognisable sass returning to her tone.

Link's gaze tipped towards the tight space between Midna’s thighs, then down towards the tent of his loose tunic.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Link insisted, looking intensely into Midna’s eyes as a pang shot through his chest.

“You won't,” she insisted. “You've made me feel better than I have in a long time. I want you to feel the same.”

Link bit his lip and considered. On the one hand he wasn't entirely sure this was a good idea, and he hadn't been super clear how far he had been willing to go when he started down this rabbit hole. On the other hand, the decision making centre of his brain wasn't exactly capable of making healthy choices at present. So when Midna softly uttered,

“Lie down for me.”

What else could he do but comply. Besides, every word he'd spoken that evening had been the truth. He did admire Midna, he did find her beautiful and desirable. Had he ever paused long enough on this crazy adventure to consider how he felt about her, probably not as long as he should have. But the way those captivating eyes tugged at something in his chest when she looked at him through her lashes, certainly gave him pause for thought.

Midna floated a little above the sofa for a moment while Link rearranged himself. She helped a little when he struggled to move his left leg into position, and a questioning look passed between them. When Link answered it by pulling Midna down for a firm kiss however, she seemed reassured.

While Link propped his head up on a few old cushions, Midna busied herself with the buttons of Link's trousers. He only became aware of what she was doing when the temperature changed around his groin. Though the room was warm, it still felt chilly in comparison to the confines of Link's clothes. Midna however seemed content to only expose the bare minimum of Link's body. She neatly folded back his tunic, tugged his trousers off his hips and pulled his underwear down with them.

When Link's erection stood half hard between them and Midna slid her hand across his pelvis towards his base, Link's mouth went dry.

In a small community with a communal bath house, privacy wasn't universally observed in Ordon. Link was no stranger to the fact that he owned neither the largest or the girthiest equipment he'd ever laid eyes on. However, given the stature of his lover, he found himself considering that might not be a bad thing. Besides, as he watched - slightly open mouthed - while Midna gently wrapped both her hands around his hardening cock, she inadvertently stroked his ego at the same time.

“Don't go thinking you're the gods gift to your people just because you've got a pretty tool, now.” Midna said in her usual lilting tone. The one which usually made Link wince in preparation for a scolding. “I'll be the judge of just how well you can use it.”

After a few more firm pumps of Midna’s fists Link was fully hard in her grip. The feeling of someone other than himself touching his cock like that, set a sensation in motion in his stomach. Something like a spring slowly coiling itself up. A feeling which only intensified as anticipation crept across his skin. Midna’s touch felt amazing, but Link's mind wound back to how it felt to delve his fingers inside her. How warm and deliciously wet she felt. Spirits only knew how desperately he wanted to feel her around his straining cock.

Shuffling into place, Midna kept one hand gently around Link's shaft to guide him. There was no space in his mind to seriously consider this was going to be Link's first time having sex. No time to really register how not just his cock, but his heart swelled at the thought that Midna was the one here with him. Someone who he had grown so close to in just a few short months. But now he could barely imagine life without her.

All of that fell away as Midna gently lowered herself onto Link. He couldn't help the first cry to slip past his lips. The second was muffled as he sealed them tightly shut. Despite his earlier ministrations, Midna was still tight and firm around his head. Her slick heat so tantalising Link feared he might not be able to make this last as long as she might expect.

As Midna moved with agonising slowness down Link's length, savouring the stretch as she took more of him into herself, Link threw an arm across his face. He could feel heat blooming across his face, his chest and all the way to the tips of his ears. How could Midna possibly take him seriously now when she could clearly see how easily he fell to pieces just being with a woman?

Then again, wasn't that sort of what he was trying to prove about her?

Link felt Midna grow still. Her weight settled where she knelt across his hips. A second later, he felt a hand touch his forearm and give it a gentle tug. Not a pull, more of a suggestion. Midna wanted to see him. Link knew he was being ridiculous. Taking a steadying breath, he lowered his arm and laid his hand across his stomach.

“There you are, I thought you were hiding from me, Hero.”

It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Just the same as when she would taunt him with the fact that he was clearly facing a puzzle or situation he wouldn't be able to solve without her help. Link couldn't help but smile.

“Just catching my breath, the view from down here is quite breathtaking!” He replied, quirking an eyebrow to return her challenge.

Now it was Midna’s turn to look flustered. In response, she simply sat down. Sat down and took almost all of Link inside in one fell swoop. Link jolted and very nearly screamed. His hands flew to Midna’s hips in search of something to ground himself to. It was so much sensation all at once. Heat bloomed around him, Midna clenched and he felt his cock twitch at the stimulation. His back arched off the sofa and Midna walked a hand up his stretched torso.

“So responsive. I think I quite like this new way of making you squirm, Hero,” Midna chuckled, almost sounding as though she were speaking to herself, not the man trapped beneath her.

As Link gingerly resumed his position on the sofa, Midna waited until he appeared a little more comfortable again before she started to move.

“Oh, fuck!” Link breathed, eyelids fluttering. He couldn't decide if it was better to close them and just give in to the sensations, or keep them open and enjoy the extra bonus of watching Midna slowly bouncing up and down.

Link settled on a little of both. The fire left Midna’s eyes as she too succumbed to the pleasure burning between them. Her focus remained however. Now it was her turn to watch for Link's tells and twitches. What speed made him grip the flesh of her thighs more tightly. How she could hold him in deep and he would gasp soundlessly before letting out what could almost be mistaken for a growl.

After a while, Midna struggled to maintain her rhythm. She wasn't done by any stretch of the imagination. But even though her current form was generously curvy, hardly any of it seemed to be useful muscle. Link didn't appear to be satisfied with this lack of friction either. In lue of Midna bouncing on his lap, Link gripped her a little more firmly and began thrusting up into her.

“Oh yes!” Midna shrieked.

Breathing sharply with each thrust Link built up a rapid pace. Bucking his hips and holding Midna in place at the same time. For a brief moment he thought he might have gone too far when she howled what sounded like a wounded cry.

“No, no, right there. That's… Oh fuck!” Midna reassured Link's searching eyes.

Midna felt herself growing close again. She wanted nothing more than to ride her silly rancher until they both came. But one of them had to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. Reaching down to rub at her clit, Midna hastened herself to completion. Watching Midna pleasure herself while riding his cock almost sent Link's head spinning. A rush of heat around his length and he could feel himself hurtling towards the precipice.

He heard Midna gasp above him, felt her lean forwards and plant a hand on his torso. Then she was gone. For an instant there was nothing, Link's cock throbbed on the verge of release. He lifted his hips in search of blessed friction.

When he opened his eyes he found Midna with her mouth poised around his swollen head. Her lips closed and a new sensation swept over him. The coil in his stomach wound tighter and tighter as more of his length disappeared into Midna’s suckling mouth. While she sucked, her tongue lathered at the underside of his cock, coaxing him in while she sucked him down.

“Midna! Fuck! Holy spirits!” Link's expletives came out in broken gasps.

A moment later he felt the coil release. A tidal wave of satisfaction crashed over him as he finally came. He managed to look down again, expecting to find a mess. However Midna still had her mouth clamped down around him and she was… sucking.

“Ssssshit!” Was all Link could stammer as Midna sucked him dry.

She drew off his tip with a lewd pop and he watched in captivated awe as a small dribble of white escaped past her lips. Almost automatically, Link lifted a hand to her chin and wiped the thick trail away. That was his, Link thought absently. She'd swallowed his…

“Fuck!” Link breathed, feeling oh so intelligent as he did so.

“For once Link, I'm inclined to agree with you,” Midna nodded with a sigh.

Sending her hair across the room to grab a pitcher of water, Midna settled herself across Link's torso. As she placed the jug within easy reach, she allowed Link to wrap his arms around her. Though she would rather like a hot bath to clean herself up, she could give Link this first. He had done so much for her tonight. It wasn't about the sex, it was how it made them both feel about each other, and themselves.

As Midna drew a small quilted blanket over the two of them, her hair brushed over her curvaceous rear. For the first time since finding herself trapped in this insulting form, Midna found herself absently wondering. Would she perhaps miss her exaggerated curves and her newfound confidence once she regained her true form.

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