"Well, here we are."
The voice of his traveling companion caused Link to blink rapidly, re-orienting himself after his silent, automatic walk to this destination. Daydream cast aside, his eyes took in the surroundings he had thoughtlessly arrived at.
The thick branches of the Faron woods blocked off all but a few of the rising sun's rays, and gave those that passed a comforting emerald glow. Moss-covered natural rock formations formed the edges of the circular area they had entered, with a grooved pedestal in the exact center free of the overgrowth that plagued the rest of these ruins.
Link had been here before.
"The Sacred Grove."
Once again, the sound of his fellow traveler speaking broke Link out of his reverie, and he turned to the one he had spent so much time with, aware that everything he knew about her had just been turned upside-down.
Midna, the recently re-established Twilight Princess, had changed. The high-pitched, squealing voice that had become so familiar had been replaced by a low, sultry tone that dripped with tease and seemed to make every word delicious to hear.
Her body, too, had changed. Midna's tiny, impish form, with its disproportionately large head, unhealthy pale skin, and frighteningly thin limbs, was gone. In its place was a woman who stood nearly half a head taller than already tall Link, his bright blonde hair nearly reaching her pointed nose. Between her naturally shadowed eyes, resting on her forehead above the bridge of her nose lay a Twilight symbol he couldn't possibly hope to understand, which touched where her fiery orange locks parted and rose up onto her black hood. Above said hood lay another small object, a crown of sorts, that seemed to really be a collection of gems pinning the Twilight dweller's hair up. Some more of said hair came down and was tied with a silver-colored band just below the shining blue skin near her clavicle.
Black clothes, embroidered with more words that escaped Link's comprehension, draped Midna's form, with a band looping around her upper waist, near her navel, and securing a half-dress that covered her left leg with silver inscriptions and black silk. However, her right leg was exposed, revealing the milky flesh of her thigh, bright with more symbols that seemed to be a part of a Twili's skin. No shoes covered her feet, which shared the theme of her legs, with her left covered in a black overlay. Both her upper arms lay beneath a voluminous robe, with the Twilight Princess's forearms exposed and covered in black and blue writing. A cloak of a similar pattern draped down, nearly reaching the floor.
It hadn't been long since her transformation, but Link was still struck by the extent of her change: she had become, without mincing words, the most beautiful living being he had ever seen. The side of her right buttock was nearly visible with how her lower clothing was pinned, her smooth navel and stomach was totally visible, and her generous bust seemed nearly perceptible beneath whatever covered it. In fact, Link had theorized that much of the black that covered her blue skin, not counting her robe, was merely skin of a different coloration: a hypothesis that caused no small amount of wonder and fumbling attraction.
And yet, Link still adored her. After the events following the Lakebed Temple, Midna had become an incredibly helpful individual, giving and receiving help without taking or demanding it. As the pieces of her plight and story came together, he developed an unprecedented level of respect and adoration for her that had not faded with victory and her transformation. In fact, his devotion to her was merely exaggerated by her change, along with procuring something...else within him.
Love.
The attraction he felt could only be explained only by that overcomplicated four-letter word.
Heedless of his mental adventures, the Twilight Princess turned to him, red eyes tilting down to meet his bold blue ones, and the crimson pupils seemed to twinkle with a mischievous light.
So, that part of her hadn't changed.
"Link."
The young man in question gulped, unsure of what to do. Link knew he had arrived for a purpose, but when he heard how she spoke his name, her turquoise tongue faintly caressing over her luscious blue lips, as if his name was something to be savored and tasted, something that she was claiming, that belonged to her...
...The reason for his journey flew right out of his head, and he was rewarded with Midna's brilliant red eyes closing as she placed a black-painted nail over her lips, the eerie tinkle of her giggle so different from her unsettling impish laughter.
Was this how she acted normally? Was Zant's curse really that transformative that a part of her personality, or at least a significant part of her presented attitude, had been so suppressed?
Link didn't know.
"...The sword goes in the pedestal, wolf-boy. I know you're attached to that oh-so-precious sharpened hunk of metal, but there's a time where you need to let go and move on from that piece of sharpened steel. And there's also a time to pick your jaw up off the grass and breathe."
He coughed, cheeks growing rosy as he tossed his head, mind slightly fuzzy from lack of air, his cap refusing to budge from his skull with the movement.
That's right. He was here to put the Master Sword to rest, at the request and recommendation of Princess Zelda while she visited Lanayru spring to pray-none of them had actually returned to Castle Town yet, so the population was probably in a panic at the missing royal lady. He drew his blade, feeling the sheath on his back hiss as the steel, forged in materials and metals unknown to the Hylians of today, rubbed against the metal casing until it was finally free of it. Shining brilliantly in the green light, the pure steel turning to emerald in the hues of the morning, it was ready to be laid to rest. The hilt seemed to pulse in his hand, yearning for sleep.
Again, Midna giggled, this time bringing her other hand up over her face.
"Wait, when did you get a grass sword? Last time I checked, that clumsy old thing was silver. Are you sure you aren't keeping it with you and just bringing this poorly made, wrong-colored copy to the Grove?"
Link shook his head at her joke. Of course he wouldn't. No matter how much he wanted to keep the impressive blade, the goddesses and their voice, Zelda, would be heeded. Though it hadn't even been a day since Ganondorf's death, Link was adamant that they do this, and it showed: a black bruise still stood out around his left eye, with many more beneath his tunic, and a frightening, thin scar whipped across his chin, piercing deeply into his skin. His right had a nasty, wide gash across the bicep, and his sternum was still cracked, burning every time he dared to breathe too deeply
He stepped forward, and lifted the blade above his head, point facing the slot in the pedestal. Just as he was about to slam it down into its resting place, he felt a soft hand on his right shoulder and he started.
"...Once you put it in, that's it. I..."
Midna bit her lip, looking surprisingly conflicted given her sensuality and borderline flirtatiousness mere moments ago.
"...I know how much that pointy thing means to you...so, if you want to wait a little bit..."
Link smiled, and lowered the sword into the grass to nod forcefully, a communication of his commitment. Still almost chewing her flawless lip, Midna nodded, and Link moved both hands back onto the hilt and plunged the Master Sword into the pedestal.
The blade hummed, and for the briefest of seconds Link swore he could see the shape of a turquoise woman behind the blade-and then she was gone.
Nothing else happened.
No flash of light, no praise from the Light Spirits or the goddess, no confirmation that the finest blade in Hyrule had been sealed away for longer than he cared to think about.
Nothing.
Midna voiced both their concerns.
"That's it?"
A pregnant pause followed her rhetorical statement.
"...Apparently, the goddesses are boring."
As highly as he thought of Zelda, among other things, Link couldn't agree more.

"...Not to say he didn't make mistakes...which are easy to make if most of your countrywomen have been…"
Midna faltered, and the hero coughed awkwardly.
"…Poor Gerudo...I never knew that so many of the Twili were…"
Link looked down forlornly. Though he'd never encountered them, to think Hyrule had chosen to banish many of the Gerudo to the Twilight Realm after Ganondorf had suffered the same fate wasn't something he truly wished to think about. The Sages hadn't seemed too proud of it, either, given their part in it, and the fact that Hyrule had done their best to help the surviving Gerudo recover was indicative of the kingdom's shame.
The two of them were seated with their backs against one of the walls in the Sacred Grove, the Master Sword still embedded in front of them, and were having a one-sided conversation on Ganondorf. Despite the intrigue of Midna's temporary bout of seriousness, he began to tire of talking about their quest. Midna seemed to read it off of his face: he never had been all that good at disguising what he felt.
"...Well, that's enough of that unless you want me to launch into a rant about Zant, disillusioned, murderous tyrant that he was ."
Link shook his head, shuddering. The less said about the lunatic Twili, the better.
"...Yeah, I thought so."
An all-too-familiar image of delight came across the Twilight Princess' features: her eye-twinkle, the curve of her lip, the flaring of her nose. Faking a yawn, Midna leaned back, feigning disinterest and spoke mock-sleepily, one hand behind her head, against the rock, the other resting on her navel, caressing the dip of her stomach in such a way that his gaze was forced to the movement of her fingers.
"So, what are your plans now that you played the part of the big damn hero, saved not one but two women and Hyrule? Any more lands to save, Princesses to find and get to start swooning over you?"
Link blushed again, choosing not to point out that Midna was, in fact, a princess herself.
"Heh, I thought not, wolf-boy."
Neither of them spoke for a while. Link closed his eyes, feeling the cool, fresh breeze of the forest over his cheeks, contrasting with the few warm sunbeams on his face. He heard the Twili breathing near him, a soft whistling through her nose, but thought nothing of it.
He was tired, and felt no compunctions about showing it. Link had trekked across massive distances, sustained many defeats, injuries, and psychological traumas. He had done what could seem to be the impossible.
And now, he just wanted to be done. To rest in the moment, free of prophecies and omens, with someone who had become, to him, more than a friend.
"When is Zelda expecting us back, anyway? For the wolf-hero and one of the princesses he saved and who helped save him, how long does she think stabbing the ground will take?"
Eyes closed, Link sighed and shrugged at the same time. He couldn't recall what the Princess of Hyrule had said before Midna had teleported the two of them to the Sacred Grove. And with how much his body and mind ached, he didn't particularly wish to think of the future for now.
A soft, feminine hand fell onto Link's cheek, and his breath caught in his throat.
"Hey, hero."
Midna's voice had dropped an octave, a hint of...something he wasn't quite sure of dropping into her tone. The Ordon-raised boy, now a man, cracked open an eyelid, the act heavy with the exhaustion that had somewhat suddenly overtaken him, and beheld Midna.
Her long brow was furrowed upward in worry as she leaned over him, the fingers lightly making contact with his cheek, gliding over his skin and leaving a trail of blush in their wake. Careful to avoid his bruise, she traced the line of the scar on his chin, and her touch sent him reeling, making it difficult to breathe...unless that was just his breastbone acting up.
The sentiment that Midna had injected into her previous statement suddenly came to mind: concern, and...gratitude?
...He knew Midna was grateful for what he had done for her, even if she rarely said so, but to hear her new voice touched by that emotion was...pleasant.
Link looked up at Midna's concerned features, and couldn't help himself. Without thinking, he brought his hand up to her cheek, fingers extending from the riding-guards he hadn't bothered to remove to touch her skin for the first time.
Beneath his gloved digits, he could feel her body, soft and vibrating, faintly, with her powerful magic.
A moment of eternity passed between them, stretching out into what seemed to be an endless stretch of time as their eyes locked. Her crimson pupils danced between the softness of gratitude, the glow of reciprocated attraction, and the tiniest hint of mischief. He didn't know what his sky-blue gaze showed her, but he could guess that marvel at her person shined through, though the rest eluded him.
In that moment, when the grass of the Sacred Grove was undetectable beneath his form, where all he could feel was Midna's hand on him and Link's on her, they knew each other. All of their feelings were laid bare by their eyes: a total exposure to each other, a minute nirvana.
Link didn't even notice when she began to lower her head until the shadow of her closing eyelid broke their connection, and even then he was helpless, transfixed as he was by her position over him as his eyes closed out of instinct, to react until her dark lips fell over his, and he tasted her for the first time in his life.
He couldn't quite identify what her lips tasted like, but the closest comparison he could make were to unknown fruits, judging by the otherworldly sweetness tinging her mouth. It didn't matter. The knowledge that he was lying with his back against stone, locking lips with Midna, escaped him in the face of experiencing that reality as it actually occurred. So engrossed was Link in caressing the side of her face as they kissed that he failed to notice where her right hand was going until he felt soft fingers on a very specific area of his pelvis. And he still did not react until said fingers reached under his pants and grasped a special part of his anatomy with their gentle warmth.
Link yelped, the sound oddly familiar to his wolf form exclamations, and disconnected from Midna's mouth, leaving his lips, covered in her saliva, suddenly cool in the forest air. His head jolted and bounced against the stone behind him, and rose colors grew on his cheeks as Midna giggled.
"I'll get you to say something, wolfy...it's just a matter of time..."
With agility befitting her long legs, Midna flipped herself atop Link, landing with her lower body clutching his with enough speed to make him grunt in surprise as extra weight pushed him into the grass. A finger trailed down from the bottom of his chin, around the curve of his shoulder, across his stomach, and along her inner thighs before ending with the digit just above her womanhood. Half-smirking, the Twilight Princess placed a hand on his shoulder, another on her thigh, and thrust her hips forward, just barely rubbing the glistening lips of her vulva against the half-limp head of his member. He groaned, still recovering from his first orgasm, but the sensation of her feminine wetness just barely touching his drowsy sexual organ was leaving him begging his cock to get hard again.
Link had forgotten that Midna was in the middle of a sentence until he felt her hot breath just above him, carrying the scent of fruit, and he looked up to see her lips just above his and her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"...and technique."
Well, it seemed like she was eager. Unfortunately for Midna, she was about to find out exactly what Link did to slutty princesses like her. Using his superior strength, he quick as a lightning bolt flipped them over. Now he was on top of her.
"Oh, my..." Midna said. "It seems I've gotten someone ready to do this." She let out a sensual, anticipatory giggle as Link took her face in both of his hands, lifting it up... only to slam it back against the grass hard. "AGH!" Midna yelled, her head swimming. She was only stunned for a few seconds... but those few seconds were all Link needed to run over to his pack, withdraw several coils of rope and two cloths, and run back over to her.

Link flipped the Twilight Princess onto her stomach, her big blue ass on full display, wrenching her arms behind her back and lashing her wrists together tightly. "Link, wha... what are you doing!?" Midna screamed, but was silenced as Link pushed one of the cloths-now wadded-up- inside her mouth, then threw the other one over her lower face, covering her mouth and nose. Now Midna was both bound at the wrists and effectively muzzled, unable to call for any help while Link had his way with her.
From there, it was a simple matter of tying more rope around Midna's ankles and meaty thighs, rendering her completely helpless. Midna struggled against her bonds, but no matter what she did or how she twisted her body, she could not get loose. "MMMMPH! HHHMMPH!" she yelled into her gag.
Now free to do whatever he wished to Midna, Link started by giving her ass a hard slap, watching as it jiggled in the wake of the strike. "MMM!" Midna screamed into her gag in pain, a reddish handprint mark appearing on her toned blue backside. Link then flipped her over, preparing for the main event. With a sharp, horrified intake of breath, Midna got what Link was about to do. "NNNNHHHH! PLMHFMH! DHN'T!" she screamed hysterically into her gag. Her muffled pleadings for him to leave her virginity intact to give to whatever man she wished fell on deaf ears, however. Link plunged into her, and began to move immediately, causing her great pain.
Midna shrieked into her gag, Link's member pistoning inside her pussy. He got his hand underneath her to grope her amazing ass, squishing it in his hand. "Plm-mh-mh-mh-fmh... Sthp... Hm bmg yhh..." Midna sobbed into her gag, only to receive a harsh slap across the face from Link's other hand. That made it very clear that any pleading would lead to consequences. Painful ones.
And so, Midna could do nothing while Link continued to rape her, helplessly bound and gagged as she was. Eventually, everything Link was doing- his member going up and down inside her, his groping of her backside, his rough fondling of her breasts- triggered his release. He let out a sigh of pleasure, and Midna a muffled scream, as his seed poured into the Twili princess.
He then rolled off her, panting heavily. Midna, angry tears in her eyes, let out a string of muffled curses his way, damning his name and whatnot. Link did not care. Midna was his, now and forevermore. As sleep claimed him, Link thought how nice it was to have his own sex doll.

This was creative! I like your take on TP.

wow that was powerful. A very good job
Draco122

Awwwww...DAMN. I hate the ending of this game. WHY, NINTENDO? So many people write it in so many different perspectives and I STILL END UP JUST ABOUT CRYING EVERY TIME.
*grumble grumble*
This was amazing, though. I love your writing style, it flows beautifully. This was great!
I REALLY need to find new synonyms. I feel like I'm overusing those.

That was very good. I was a little lost in that last paragraph, I was un sure if Link and Zelda got together or they were just good friends.

Nice

Whoa.-Shadow

Aww, that made me laugh right out loud and then it went all bittersweet at the end! Very nice balance of different emotions in this, I like the awkwardness with Ilia, and his slow gradual development of interest in the female form.

I think my favourite part was the Great Fairy section. Either that or him fainting on Midna, that was equally enjoyable. Although the final two sections are possibly the best-written ones, about the absence of Midna.

Also, there. Now I'll notice when you've posted new stories.