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_(Author's Note: Well, I kept editing the hell out of this, messing around with a a slew of different drafts, because, frankly, I was unsatisfied with this one. I thought about re-writing the entire thing, but nothing came out to satisfaction. So yes, if you think you've seen this before, I kept taking it down and putting it back up, because I felt there was a lot of room for improvement.

Needless to say, I've done all I can do. The interest of it appears quite nigh, and that's a stroke I'll have to take. If there is enough intrigue I may do another, but that's about it.

Well, try to enjoy it, anyway.

-KIK)_

Confession

by Korpse_Infested_Karnival

(KIK)

You must not always trust the reality of first impressions, nor is it wise to linger on judgment when little is known about the subject matter itself. Truth can only be found by refreshing the mind with actuality and realization, the slow and steady discovery yielded by the dull mechanism of time. It can be said for subjects of all things: history and culture, religion and reason, perspective and, if not most importantly, people. You may indeed find yourself loathing the latter or former with dire abhorrence, only to relinquish these emotions and see it in the opposite direction, whereas it is vice-versa.

You may think it pure and untarnished, only to gaze at it as a black and corroded thing. You may think it unholy and wicked, only to feel it tugs at your heart and bewilders your eyes.

In effect, this is precisely the long and absolute dichotomy Link had been faced with ever since his foremost encounter with the unique and unpredictable entity that was Midna. What had appeared to be nothing more than a ploy to control him for her own uses, now became something far greater than either of them could have imagined.

There were nights of silence where the strange would parade through the young Hylian's dreams, where visions of the Twili girl would arrive in subtle, surreal fashion, without clear meaning or purpose. Bizarre, as the midnight phantasma would always be, was his sense, his overall feeling upon waking from such a cryptic slumber. In most cases, there was a sinking, unrelenting urge to find her, see her, in nature to observe if she was still breathing, still near. At other times, it was as simplistic as yearning to be in her presence, to hear her melodic voice and be lost in the rivers of scarlet that were her enlightening eyes.

Of course, Link would keep these things to himself, though the innumerable trials both faced as the sun rose and fell made it a very difficult process. He also found it a strange thing, really, to be so frightened and nervous about this. . . presence within him, like a timid boy giving his first sweetheart a flower. Of all trivial things, how could he fear something so indistinct as, well, whatever it was navigating the course of his emotional complexion and soul? Link had taken arms against the foulest of abominations, wielded the Master Sword and many times prevailed against Ganon, braved the ferocity of land and ocean, yet he was unable to express or confess to Midna, or himself, for that matter, the driving furnace that burned so passionately at even the merest mention of the Twili girl.

They had grown in a much different pattern than he first presumed, that at least Link understood. He had first assumed that Midna was merely a twisted persona in need of a lackey to accomplish her means, taking advantage of his predicament of yore (his imprisonment whilst a feral wolf), even though that led to his escape. But further down the path, as fate would have it, multiple events came forth in which the imp-esque girl showed. . . compassion for the Hylian, in one particular instance risking her life for his.

What exactly would bring that about? When had they been pulled so close? Did it even matter, in the end?

It was love, no doubt, but of what kind? Merely that of friendship, or like that of brother and sister? Was he yet hoping for too much that they could be something more?

On this particular high noon, Link's mind was all a rush with such concepts, steady and silent as he normally was, though belittled and ransacked by a range of complex feelings and issues. He was up and about at this break of time, though guarded in the shadows (Midna's preference to avoid copious amounts of sunlight exposure), a mass roof of canopy trees providing the leafy shield (Midna and he had wandered into yet another wayward forest).

The Twilight Princess had picked out the spot herself, deeming it a wise place to rest. Battle hardened and road worn, the Hylian certainly couldn't disagree, as an opening riddled with lush rows of grass and stern oaken towers kept the two concealed from most manners of visibility, while a crisp creek of water babbled by, no doubt littered with rare freshwater fish that were far easier to catch and eat than most others.

It was actually quite impressive. How the Twili girl had managed such a find in the obscurity of these labyrinth woods escaped the young man, as even he, and experienced veteran of forest terrain, had difficulty locating an oasis in turbulent areas.

Whilst setting down most of his belongings, careful to find a locale where his heavy shield and sword could not get lost, he heard the light giggle of Midna in some skewered direction, Link not really bothering to look for it as she arrived on her own pretense from a usually unpredictable path.

And she did just that, rightly so. Atop one of the branches of the tree Link had picked, she assumed her usual stance and facade, with was always somewhere along the lines of devious grins or flirtatious smiles.

In his own subtle measure of flirts and hints under incognito, the Hylian warrior sometimes pretended not to notice her outright, as he knew her authoritative perspective demanded attention at first cause, whether it be something menial or of crucial importance. It did not always work, but. . . Link had begun to warm to Midna's spunk and pseudo-aggressive mannerisms, especially in times of danger.

"Oh, what's this? Is the mighty hero actually tired?" taunted the Twili girl amiably, giggling at Link through her native dialect and off-hand quips.

Referring to Link's exasperation of removing his cumbersome equipment, she was not entirely wrong, but not precisely right, either. More or less, the young Hylian knew it to be one of those sweet-tempered taunts, becoming more and more game-like and playful rather than in the sense to be demeaning.

Hence placing down some of the more weighted items on the patch of soft moss at the tree's base, Midna lightly floated downwards to give the oasis a once over, obviously pleased with her own discovery. Perhaps to even greater detail for the fact she'd outed Link on such a thing, as she he knew his disposition was more of that like a provider.

"So, what of it hero," cooed Midna, "you like the spot, yes?" said she, peering at the lake whilst standing a foot's length from the green-tunic bearing fighter.

Seeing as how catching food for the day would be a simple task, Link was quick to nod in compliance. It certainly took the edge off when he didn't have to go pile-driving through the oaken forest searching for a squander of meat or fruit.

"Good to know," she returned, hands upon curvaceous hips with smug pride etched on her mischievous visage.

"I didn't just pick it out for any reason, though. It's a little more special than you'd think," continued the Twili, hinting at something Link was essentially unaware of.

In between her pauses, Link found himself staring at the young Twili, eyes affixed to her small yet shapely body, noting the hourglass format of her supple thighs and hips to the pert bust that meshed pristinely with her perceptive gaze. The flow of her amber essence hair waved in the jeer of minute breezes hushing by, Link so very curious as to why he'd noticed this only now. Yes, why did he find her so particularly pretty this day?

His heart began to pick up speed, a light drumming to the furnace of his desire, batting away to truths that long had trekked inside him ever since his initial meeting with the Twili. From the very moment he'd met her in that dank and morose prison, the Hylian saw something special. . . different about this one whom had rescued him, whether it was that attractive adamant attitude or the darkness that seethed behind her mysterious features (and not of the morbid kind).

"Link, how long have we been on this little journey together?" she chirped in native syllable, side-glancing at the cerulean eyed young man. Perplexed, the Hylian furrowed his brow in confusion, as it wasn't likely the Twili girl had forgotten the length of their companionship.

"A lot longer than I'd expected. . . guess you should be grateful for that, eh hero?" Midna added, smirking at him, though with a tone Link had never heard out of her.

True, inertly he had grown tender to her throughout their escapades, even when he was forced to submit to her duties in his feral form. But what was she getting at?

"But in all this time I've known you, things have changed," continued the impish femme. "Whether I realized it or not. I. . . started to like you, oddball, and not just because you've been more helpful than you'd wanted,"

A shifting wind passed through the miniature gap betwixt the two, a far cry confession the world had rehearsed yet been confined from either of the two's voices. As for the young elven-eared warrior, he had a hard time believing what he'd just heard. He had assumed his distant crush was something of fantasy and wonder, never to be made manifest in reality.

"What about me, Link? You like me, right?"

The young man blushed somewhat, throat succumbing to dryness and mind a blank buzz. Noting, however, that the longer he paused on Midna's query, the more she began to appear discontent, regretful that she'd brought the subject up in the first place.

He grunted to gain her attention, forgetting himself and nodding broadly to reassure the Twili femme. However, she peered at him curiously, not convinced, iris' of deep ruby fraught with uncertainty.

She began to fidget with the rim of the Fused Shadow, pondering the headdress as though it were some inhibiting force. For all the days they had watched the other, this was how the Hylian had always seen her, and the constant reminder the pale gray crown laid before Midna made her shudder with fields of regret.

"I want to show you something, hero. I guess I owe you this much for all we've been through," said the impish femme suggestively, a foreshadow to a thing she'd never once perceived in carrying out.

Easing the Fused Shadow from her head, her dainty and softened features were allowed the grace of the sun's hapless touch as the mixture of pale and dark radiated like a halo of night, adrift in the sea of daylight's candles. A fluster of rose burned her cheeks, clearly with an aroused timidity, perhaps a warranted curiosity to ponder if Link found her attractive or not. After all, she was but a shadow of her truest form. . . and the faint echoes of "beautiful"or "lovely" had long since escaped Midna's opinion of herself.

The Hylian warrior's throat caught. He had never actually observed Midna without the Fused Shadow atop her cranium, and now the amalgam of searing magma oranges and rivers of golden wheat that was her hair flourished over and about her back, so freely and joyfully it made the Twili girl appear all the more humane and less menacing, to say the least. It did not matter that she was of a different tone, that she was smaller than he, or that she was in fact the dynamic opposite of Link's world itself. There were things binding the two together that went far beyond the elven-eared warrior, a deep, powerful hammer that struck a furious chord of connection betwixt the most unlikely of individuals.

Her eyes, however, remained downcast, iris' of resounding blood red full of embarrassment, and if not shame. She seemed to have taken Link's abrupt silence as a bad sign.

"I know I'm. . . not as pretty as you thought," she said, somewhat remorsefully, holding herself meekly.

Link's brows flagged, going to one knee in an attempt to banish such thoughts. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Gently, he took a gloved hand and warmheartedly caressed Midna's soft cheek, the Twili shivering in exuberant delight at such loving caresses.

He did not need words. All the Twilight Princess had to do was gaze at the Hylian's pure, understanding face and realize that he found her as beautiful as any other girl in the realm of Light. Such things were designed of silence and poetry, and within the wordless sonnet, Midna could see the text very clearly: in his portals of affixed azure, there were three, symbolic things that would fill her with joy for the rest of her days.

A pause. Midna's eyes went wide with disbelief.

I love you.

"L-Link?" she chirped softly, bewildered in ways that she could not previously conceive.

He did not speak (as usual), but let these once smoldering, stifled emotions pass through his movements as sweetly as he could provide. Fingers ran through the plains of gold and red that was Midna's hair whilst his leather-guarded palm continued to rub the Twili girl's cheek, her blush far more apparent now as she'd never anticipated this, not in her wildest dreams.

"F-figures," she muttered, "how could you not fall head over heels for me?" she queried in the mildest of retorts. He may not have been one for words, but the elven-eared Hylian chuckled in amused reply.

Seizing the moment, Link did what he'd always been plagued by in his dreams, a seemingly foreign wish now at the very tip of his fingers. Excited, frantic trembles coursed rapidly about Midna with the electricity of this confessing stimulus, suddenly gasping as Link tenderly pressed his lips to her own. With confidence, Link did not fear, and relished in the abrupt sensation of his mouth to the Twili girl's own.

Within this passionate lip locking, the two defiantly grated against all things normal and conforming, benign emotions now wrapping themselves tightly about the other with the slightest explorations of their souls and hearts. It was a slow, curious thing, Midna holding the kiss as closely as her own life, a precious concept that she'd long forgotten in times of yore. Not like a hungry, primordial beast in search to sate its own desire, but a dreamlike stroll in which uncertainty and doubt tentatively faded away.

"Wait," interjected the Twilight Princess quietly, briefly parting from their tongue-dancing.

"Link, t-there's something you don't know. . ." she uttered heavily, face flushed with the mist of arousal and meek shyness. "Something t-that I want to show you,"

The skilled swordsman paused, once again curious.

"You see," she continued, the Hylian boy at full attention, "while I've been with you, I've shown myself more. . . modestly than usual," admitted she, iris' of ambivalent ruby once again lining downcast.

"Since I don't really wear clothes,"

She began to trail off, the Hylian warrior's attention suddenly drawn to a slight rift in the air between the two. Some kind of amorphous black shadow formed about Midna's torso and hips, flaking away as though a cold fire. Taken quite aback, he looked on to see that the delicately small, rounded tents that were the Twilight Princess' chest began to bulge, grow, more specifically, as though coming unlatched from something that had held it back.

What once was merely a hinting, perky bosom now became a pair of budding, shapely mounds roughly the size of Link's own palms, taut nipples of blending skin tone jutting from their previous 'cloak.' Similarly, her loins revealed a puckered, sweltering slip of pink, the moistened lips to her inner thighs. All in one established moment, Midna had altered to appear less creature-like and all the more girlish, and Link was astounded as to how long she had hidden this.

Even more so was the fact that she'd decided to be more open with him in the first place. It may as well have been equated with stripping of all clothes, and now Midna had trusted the young Hylian enough to literally bear herself to him.

"I didn't want to hide anymore, Link,"

Mouth slack and minutely agape, with heavy hands and mind Link took his palms once again and placed them on the Twili's sides. Magnetically drawn to him through the wiles of estrus and love, Midna pressed her own delicate hands to the young man's chest, a tender notion for him to fall back. Toppled to rest, Midna met his lips again in a tidal wave of her excitement, Link quick to oblige and all the more happy to have her so close to him.

They were tongue smacks and mouth licks struggling through months of frustration and furtive worry, the uncertainty and mystery of the other's world and the shyness to expose what lay deep within the other. Encompassed by the mire of battle and purpose, it was as though they would forever be led astray and never find their peace, only now to have joyfully broken the bonds and delved into the body of the other.

Link had grown more and more indulged in the ancient beast that always lurked inside, aroused by the light gasps and chirps coming from Midna that were entirely new to him. He found great delight in pulling these unique and profound exclamations from the Twili girl, digits passing over her shapely hips and sides with caring caresses, delving into every minor groove to discover what drove her wild.

Trembling from their love-driven lip locking, Midna graciously broke away momentarily to whisper in Link's ear, eyes beset with a heated mist whilst her loins craved to be filled.

"Oh Link. . . please," she cried weakly in native dialect, caressing the Hylian's neck and head as she spoke. "I need you,"

He had heard this before, but not in that context. This was a pleading, yearning demand that came from their interwoven bondage and destiny, and this was an order Link had no difficulty carrying out. Continuing to stroke her frame and flesh with one hand, he feverishly began to unlatch the buckler beneath his tunic, manhood growing stiff from Midna's satisfied moans and breaths.

Once free from its tether captive, the strangest burst of shivers ran up its length, the seething moistness of Midna's labia so very briskly rubbing over it, the Hylian grunting in pleased surprise. Trickles of dewy sweat had formed over the Twili girl's greenish skin, and her mind was beginning to lose itself in a daze of erotic passion and the deluging tide of inevitable sexual voracity. As such, she glanced at Link's exposed manhood and gave him a sultry look, heavy, ecstatic breaths apparent in her voice.

"Let me. . . thank you for all the help, hero," she chirped suggestively, surprising the young Hylian as the Twilight Princess applied the most affectionate of kisses on the tip of his fleshy mast.

Link gave a thrilled grunt, as Midna began licking the underflesh of his genital, a moist pink carpet lapping at the oh so sensitive areas that were clustered with tumultuous nerves. Purring submissively, Midna took the crown of the young man's endowment and cushioned it in her warm mouth, using the orifice as a pseudo-vacuum, the pressure of her loving actions sending Link into a furious tizzy of groans and felicity.

He was lost now, in disbelief with every stroke of Midna's mouth and the rigid tingling supplanting his neurons in gasps of bliss. The Twili girl worked diligently with her tender lips, slowly taking his shaft in full, tediously and methodically bobbing her head in constant gyration, while the Hylian boy succumbed to the intense bliss, voice caught in the undefinable pleasures rupturing throughout his nether region.

Even more profound about the fellatio was the knowledge that the ebullience was being carried out by his love. Not in all his daydreams or prayers did he ever think this to actually come to pass; not in all the time they had been together had Link imagined that they would be connected into the end by mutual compassion.

Her lips were the touching rhythm of ultimate gratitude, wrapped so carefully and perfectly about the width of Link's erection, steadily drawing out his orgasm. She left no detail unchecked, no part of his heated shaft unattended, passively licking every corner and inch, the Hylian boy's sweltering pike soaked in her saliva and his own pre.

He made sure to keep some part of her near more so than just her soft mouth, gloved palms stroking her hair, to be sure that she was still with him, and this was not all a dream. Midna returned this gesture by cupping his testes in cool hands, lithely fondling them with benign intrigue, mumbling pleasantly as she pursued to indulge her lover.

Invigorated by the subtle manipulations she was enacting (Midna still rather enjoyed having control over one so skilled), the impish femme furthered the Hylian's ancestral drive by using her supple, womanly mantle to coax and rub his fleshy pike. It was as though two buds of silk were caressing Link's heated endowment with utmost impact, all the while the Twili girl lapping away at his crown with her hot, gentle tongue.

There was soon an abrupt gap in the tidal wave of sensations battering Link, a subtle sign that Midna had stopped. With a rather greedy anguish, he managed to pry his eyelids agape to see why the young Twili had halted.

She persistently kept his fleshy mast stiff with attentions of her dainty fingers, but her blood-red iris' called out for something more. Though she was consumed with the heavy-heat of their actions, sweat and estrus clouding about her, she still cracked a familiar smile.

"All right. . . hero," she started with labored panting, "now you'll really belong to me,"

Heart beating like a war drum, Link silently watched his true companion mount his stomach, keeping her exquisite haunches at the base of his erection. With a passionate kiss to his forehead, she raised her haunches in line with his genital, ready to seal the two in the unity of becoming one, once and for all.

The entry of her nether lips met the crown of Link's manhood, puckered snatch of heated pink moist with the habitual juices of her arousal. Midna, so very foreign to the pleasures of this eroticism, yelped with an incredulous shriek at the phenomenon so barely breaking the entry to her inner thighs. Link clenched his teeth with a nearly unbearable euphoria grappling his shaft as the succulent tightness of Midna's prize sucked at it with indescribable vigor.

Slowly but surely the Twili girl eased her hips down Link's length, buckling and tightly grasping his jade tunic for support as she did. Every delectable inch of her vaginal walls was filled to the brim with her lover's sex, the Twilight Princess sputtering in an inconclusive range of delighted enunciations, heaven taking her with one, sweet rush.

The Hylian himself grunted with extreme spasms of radiant rapture assailing his loins, the pressure engulfing his fleshy mast just right, a subtle sign that the two were literally fitted for the other. Not to mention, Midna's lovely visage was brimming with the flourishing bloom of their love making, a ripe fruit that represented she was, for perhaps once in a long time, happy.

It was impossible for her to resist indulging in the grandiose senses manifesting as an erotic storm between the two, as Midna immediately raised her taut buttocks and slammed them down the searing inches of the Hylian's stiff pike. It became a dreamlike, continuous piston motion, a hunger growing larger even as they tried to sate their primal desires.

It may have once been thought impossible. How far had the road been now that the two were joined together in the most tender of acts in creation?

Every sense was brought to life with volcanic eruptions anew, every touch and trace stimulated beyond normality, beyond, if even, reality. Link himself wanted to further Midna's euphoric voracity, keeping one hand upon her glistening legs while the other began to amuse itself by toying with her ample bosom. The impish femme howled in more collaborations of joy, feeling the rough leather fondle with her perky nipples almost unbearable with the variety of neurons imploding through her delicate frame.

She needed it harder. She needed it faster. She needed Link.

Her breast's bouncing and bounding at the ploys of gravity and the young Hylian, she yanked herself as close as she could muster to the young man, desperate and athirst for his seed.

"Link!" A simple call. A simple word. Yet with all the meaning to fill the world in endless pools of text.

Uncontrolled explosions of body and soul rained on the two in a downpour of hormones and love, the epitome of caged emotions and worried concepts being broken down to be reborn in a truer, greater manifesto. Faster and more greatly did Midna ride the young Hylian, pulling them into a vortex of their enlightened confession, sweet songs and heavy moans emitted from the two as their passions came crashing down upon them.

In one, buckling, turbulent set of jerks, Link groaned immensely as he orgasmed, piping hot pearly seed jetting into Midna's succulent inner walls, the Twili girl reacting with a final, resounding cry that echoed throughout the above canopy trees.

Her sweet nectar intermixed with Link's, as she panted furiously, still rocketing with shakes and quivers in the wondrous afterglow of their actions. Collapsing, she sealed the ritual with another kiss to the elven-eared warrior's lips, huddling close to him and laying her head on his chest.

She felt arms embrace her, holding her tightly, everything simmering down to a steamy couple lost in the complexity of what was lost and what had become.

Every negative pretense that Midna had ever felt, every insecurity and every fear that crept inside her soul. . . vanished. For with Link, she was always safe. . . always with love.

"Not as romantic as I'd thought," she mumbled in exhaustion, nestling her cranium snugly upon the Hylian's green tunic.

"But good enough for me,"

Ever aware and trained to his surroundings, Link watched the missing piece to his heart slowly fall asleep. She would rest comfortably, he knew, whilst the young Hylian would keep an eye out for any incoming danger, as her safety was now the most important thing to him than anything else in his existence.

Judging is never a good thing. For it merely goes to show, even love can be found in twilight.

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= END =

(KIK)

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