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Weeks.

It had been weeks since the Usurper, Zant, and the Demon King, Ganondorf, had been defeated.

Weeks, since Midna had regained her true form and returned to the Twilight Realm, where she’d led her fellow Twili in beginning to rebuild their lives after the madness and tragedy they’d suffered through.

Weeks since she’d destroyed the Mirror of Twilight and severed the only known path that would lead to seeing any of the allies she’d made in the World of Light… of her friends… again.

She hadn’t, didn’t, regret destroying the mirror itself, not after everything that her people had been through, thanks to those of the Light making use of it and their realm of Twilight…

…or after seeing, firsthand, the damage it and the malevolent magic that had seeped into and corrupted the mirror, had wrought upon innocent creatures of the Light, like Yeta from Snowpeak.

She didn’t regret it, not at all… but neither could she deny that she dearly missed Link and Zelda, a small part of her heart wishing that, somehow, she might see them again.

But even with that wish, she hadn’t harbored any real hope of it being obtained… and had been doing well in abstaining from even thinking of a certain stone in the woods close to the palace…

A stone that had once gleamed like a mirror and allowed her to see and communicate with the other world, with a certain girl… one that, with her current level of magic and wisdom… Midna might have been able to reawaken, perhaps even strengthen…

As fate would have it, the Twili princess wasn’t the only one to remember that old window between the two worlds… a fact she learned one day, when she received reports of a denizen of the World of Light, an Omega no less, having been found on the outskirts of the woods.

Then, when Midna came face to face with that person… all she could really do was stare at the woman with disbelief… while the woman herself stood and smiled… that smile and her scent filled with clear pride and satisfaction of all things.

“Zelda?!”

“Midna!” the princess of Hyrule chirped (chirped, of all things!), in response to Midna’s own confused cry of her counterpart’s name.

From there, it was a mad scramble of getting Zelda out of the public eye, ending in the two of them sequestered in Midna’s living quarters, at which point the Twili Alpha finally regained enough of her senses to ask the major question at hand.

“Zelda, how in the world are you here?!”

“Through the same way we first met,” Zelda replied, somehow still with that cheerful tone, “which, as you might recall, was through a fountain, on my side of the veil, that had been sealed away… until recently, as an unexpected result of your and Ganondorf’s final battle, as far as I could tell…”

Midna winced at the reminder of what had occurred during that time, wilting under the look Zelda directed her way… before the Omega’s eyes slid closed and hands lifted, spatial magic beginning to hum between them.

“With a bit of experimentation, I was able to reawaken it… and then with a few additional tweaks… and, perhaps, a smidge of dipping into the Triforce of Wisdom… I was able to transform it into… this.”

There’s a flash of light and then a medium-sized mirror was in Zelda’s hands… one that looked near exactly like the mirror Midna had broken when they'd last been together.

Surprised, Midna unconsciously reached for the item, Zelda relinquishing it with a knowing smile, as the magic-inclined Alpha began her inspections.

“And you needn’t worry about that mirror possibly becoming a replacement for the old one,” Zelda’s voice assured, as Midna poked and prodded at the item, “I’ve tied it to my own magic, thus, should it be discovered and become separated from me… or in the event of my death… it’s own magic and the connection to this world shall be lost completely.”

“Thought of everything, have you?” Midna laughed, feeling quite impressed and touched and… and a few other things as well, as she turned her attention towards Zelda again, “why? Why go through so much trouble…?”

“...I wanted to see you,” Zelda murmured softly, gaze dropping, sliding to the side, “I wanted… needed… to know you were doing well….”

And, well… Midna couldn’t argue with that, and in fact didn’t, as she handed the mirror back to Zelda, whose magic whisked it away again.

“How long until you have to go back?” the Twili leader asked instead, to which Zelda responded with a smile.

They talked about state affairs first, of course. Things such as how the people of their respective kingdoms were recovering as well as the progress of structural repairs underway, which Midna knew Hyrule especially needed much of… given the state of its castle and surrounding town, when last she’d seen them, not to mention the bridges and other villages which had been damaged during Zant and Ganondorf’s invasion.

This, of course, could only lead to discussions of Link and what he was up to, how he was helping, Midna not at all surprised the wolf boy was still roaming around Hyrule, doing heroic things…

…but was surprised at how he was doing it now, her intrigue stirring at Zelda’s description of a new weapon… the ‘crossbow’ the Resistance had built, with funding from Malo Mart… which Link had, of course, volunteered to test.

Inevitably, the talk of Link then led to the discussion of a certain sketching that had been sitting on Midna’s desk, one of the few things, alongside a bed and the hastily retrieved sofa and accompanying table the castle staff brought in for their ruler’s guest, of course, that she’d had placed in the royal suites, after clearing out Zant’s filth.

She’d get more things, eventually, but only after she was certain her people were well and truly on the mend… and one of those things would likely feature the subjects of the aforementioned sketching.

The sketching that featured two certain wolves, one with a coat of gold and eyes ruby red, the other a coat of shadows and fierce blue eyes that brimmed with pride and protective ferocity.

The expressions that flitter across Zelda’s face when she examines the two wolves has Midna’s curiosity flaring, followed by huffy irritation when her careful probing for information leads to no results.

Until such time an impishly mischievous idea comes to her… one that is sure to at least result in a bit of entertainment if not the answers she’d like.

The fact that Zelda clearly knows she’s up to something doesn’t faze Midna in the least, as she requests the tea the two of them had been sharing be swapped out for another, much stronger beverage.

“Just an extra little something to help us relax and unwind,” Midna hummed, once she’d taken possession of the new drink and glasses.

“Wasn’t that what the tea was for?” Zelda asked with a ‘sweet’ tone and a raised brow.

“Yes, but alcohol is better for celebrations and toasts,” Midna countered as she set the glasses on the table and began fiddling with the cork of the bottle she held.

“And just what is it that we are celebrating and toasting?”

“Why our reunion, of course!” Midna replies with pointed cheer in response to Zelda’s teasing tone, as she pours the finest Twili wine into the waiting glasses.

Once both are filled with an appropriate amount and she’s passed one to Zelda, she holds her own up, throws out a toast and clinks the two glasses together.

The flaring of interest in Zelda’s eyes, once the Princess of Light had taken her first sip, tells Midna that her ‘bait’ has worked, the ‘fish’ properly hooked, just like when Link had sat at the edge of a river or pond, waiting for his supper when rations were low or gone.

Thankfully, Midna knows enough about the wine, a gift her father had received years ago, to answer the first round of questions, drinking alongside Zelda through one glass, then another.

She throws in a few more toasts to keep the activity going, before resorting to playful jabs and teasing, much like what she’d employed when she’d been with Link.

It’s only after the… fifth(?) glass that Midna has the thought that, maybe, she shouldn’t have been so intent on matching Zelda drink for drink, originally in the name of avoiding suspicion… only to then find herself getting caught in the flames of competition.

After the sixth glass, any thoughts of interrogation are long gone, as she finds the fruity scent of the wine competing with a more… ‘mystical’ scent the Alpha can detect wafting from the woman beside her… one whose detection probably should’ve had Midna halting everything and immediately sending the Omega beside her home.

With the seventh, Midna knows she’s on the road to trouble, as she finds her gaze becoming fixated upon rosy cheeks and plump lips, her plans of harmless mischief and finding connections between an old friend and a new… -er… ‘friend(?)’ slowly giving way to heat and a certain stirring between her legs.

By the eighth, Midna suddenly finds Zelda’s face mere inches from her own, eyes cloudy with alcohol but still all too knowing as she asks, “don’t y-... you think that’s enough, na- now?”

“Enou’ wha’?” Midna slurs, knowing she should keep her eyes on Zelda’s own, but once again finding her gaze slipping down to plump pink lips, oh-so-close now, the stirring between her legs taking on a slight rigidity in response to the new closeness and potency of Zelda’s scent.

“I know what you were thinking,” Zelda chuckled suddenly, “you were hopp- hoping to get me drunk… and spilling my secrets ‘bout our wa- our wolves weren’t you? Expect- especially about the Golden Wolf, weren’t you?”

“Seems I’ve sack- sucked-, won in that first part,” Midna chuckled herself, triumphantly.

“I don’t think it counts if you get just as druc- drunk,” Zelda huffed with a pout that… that was actually rather adorable, Midna’s gaze once again becoming fixated on those oh so plump lips, while the rest of her body shifted, trying to relieve the increasing hardness between her thighs.

“...could’ve just asked,” Zelda’s voice filtered in again, still sounding huffy, especially when she added, “and d’you know ye- you are staring at… you keep staring at my lips.”

“They’re pretty,” Midna finds herself murmuring before she can stop herself… not that her cloudy mind can keep hold of the reason for why she should stop… especially not when her words result in a pretty pink blush overtaking the Omega before her, which the Alpha takes in once she can finally tear her eyes away from the other’s lips.

“You’re pretty,” is apparently what Zelda decided to come back with, the Omega suddenly crawling forwards from her place on the sofa, one hand coming to grip the back right next to Midna while the other rests dangerously close to the Alpha’s opposite thigh, “you’ve always been pretty, with your blue skin…”

And, well, Midna knows that she’s pretty, it’s one of the reasons she’d hated that imp form so much.

But, for whatever reason, right now, hearing that statement from Zelda, who’s effectively straddling Midna’s lap, but with her arms (or is that still considered straddling? By the Sols is she drunk)… has that damned hardness growing even tighter and sends heat coursing through her veins, as her eyes lock onto Zelda’s lips again.

Next thing she knows, her own lips are on top of Zelda’s, pressing against them, teeth nipping until they open, inviting Midna’s tongue inside to conquer, to claim.

The taste of the wine intensifies, mixes with the mystical scent that wafts off Zelda’s body, making the fog inside Midna’s head grow even stronger and destroying her inhibitions with each collision of soft tongues.

The last straw comes when Zelda properly crawls into her lap and viciously grinds down on Midna’s clothed cock, sucking on the Alpha’s tongue as Midna gasps, a shockingly devilish and playful smile on the Omega’s lips when she draws back.

“Did you think I hadn’t noticed?” Zelda cooed, rubbing against Midna again as she does, before cocking her head and sweetly offering, “would you like me to help you with that? I have a lifetime and a month of experience in bringing pleasure to Alphas… with both of my mouths…”

Midna’s too far gone at this point to question the ‘lifetime and a month’ thing, her gaze once again trained on Zelda’s mouth, her hand rising to cup the Omega’s chin as she growls, “I would like to stuff this mouth and shut it up for a moment.”

“I’ll assume you don’t want to include any moaning or purring in that ‘shutting up’,” Zelda giggled, the sound dripping with drunken glee, which soured seconds later as she tugged ineffectually at Midna’s skirt, “now help me get this off…”

A few quick and admittedly vicious tugs later and Midna’s cock was springing out of its previous confines, Zelda’s drunk bright eyes sparkling even more as she took in the sight of the dark colored appendage, glowing with Twili symbols.

Midna hissed when Zelda’s fingers began tracing those symbols, tongue following suit seconds later, following them around the Twili's cockhead before descending to those at the base.

Only once she’d followed the patterns back up to the head did Zelda finally take Midna’s cock into her mouth, the shock of the warmth closing around her causing the Alpha’s hand to shoot out, fingers tangling roughly into the Omega’s hair.

She wore no crown that might cause injury to either of them, leaving Midna free to grip the dark gold locks tightly, to keep herself from immediately thrusting into the warmth that was slowly descending upon her cock… at least not right away.

It was a marvel, watching her dark length disappearing into that pale hole… to see her markings glowing in Zelda’s throat once she was fully seated inside the Omega’s mouth, bobbing up and down with her every movement.

Midna let this continue for a while, waiting until she was fully down Zelda’s throat again, before taking control completely, using the Omega’s hair like the reins of those horse creatures the Light Dwellers liked so much.

Zelda’s eyes fluttered prettily as this occurred, the ease with which she adapted to Midna taking control, as well as how deeply Midna plunged into her throat, eliciting a brief flash of annoyance and envy, the Alpha too drunk and lost in awakening instincts to deny the emotions.

Her thrusts become hard and demanding in response, a possessive growl sounding as this elicits a purr and a playfully challenging glint in the eyes of the Omega whose scent is growing ever more pleasant with each push into her mouth and throat.

The fact that her tongue will brush against Midna’s sensitive flesh at random intervals and places, sometimes in tandem with her throat tightening, while her delicately pointed and flushed ears flutter, only sends the Alpha’s emotions into a bigger, tangled mass of confusion… until such time lust overpowers everything as her knot begins to form.

She’s not ready to gift that though, leading to the Omega between her thighs whining in confused unhappiness when Midna removes one hand from golden locks to clamp down on the knot while the other tugs Zelda completely off her cock.

“Come now, you don’t want that cute dress you’re wearing to get dirty, do you?” Midna manages to ask, as sassy as she’s ever been while smiling as viciously as she ever did in the imp form, “and it wouldn’t do to leave such blatant evidence of… of what we’re doing here…”

“I sucked my husband off enough times in our last life and our current Link enough times in this one, that there wouldn’t be a single drop on my dress,” Zelda announces with a strange mixture of petulance and pride.

Midna’s brow furrowed, a tickle forming in her mind, before her fully awakened sexual hunger trampled it like the Bulblin army that had appeared in Kakariko.

“Just get those damn clothes off so I can breed you like the slutty little Omega you are,” Midna growled, pride rumbling as Zelda’s pupils grow as big as saucers and her scent floods the room.

And then the Omega was erupting into a flurry, her body shooting into an upright position while her hands went behind her back, the rustling of cloth filling the air.

Thank the Sols and ancestors Zelda had had the wisdom to don a simple dress, as mere seconds later, the admittedly pretty pink and white skirt and bodice were being tossed aside, fluttering down to the floor beside the couch.

From there, Midna was annoyed to see what appeared to be another dress underneath, the skirt of which Zelda was working down her body, then slipping free of completely… before beginning work on the top again, which sported even more laces.

The Alpha almost snarled with her growing impatience before the Omega suddenly shifted, moving from her lap to instead straddle one of the Alpha’s thighs, where she began grinding against the appendage.

The warmth and wetness Midna feels pooling against her skin soothes her temper, as does the sight of Zelda groping at her own breasts through her top, briefly, before the Omega returns to working on whatever bindings there are on the back of the garment.

A shiver runs down Midna’s spine as Zelda, while still grinding against Midna’s thigh, finally, slowly, slips that latest piece of clothing off, leaving her in a tiny slip of a ‘dress’, alongside some white stockings that look a tad flimsier than what Link wore.

The fact that they then slide off so easily (especially with Zelda’s shoes having been lost Midna doesn’t recall when) confirms their flimsiness, but that’s only a boon in this situation, as more of the Omega’s pale skin, shining in this Twilit world, is revealed.

All that’s left covering her now is the tiny and thin ‘dress’, which is already giving Midna a good view of enticing little nubs, and whatever is covering the wetness that is still dragging against Midna’s thigh.

Slowly, slowly, the Omega reaches for the narrow straps of the tiny dress, the Alpha’s gaze darting from her hands, to the glowing white orbs that are slowly, so slowly, being revealed, the fabric coming to a stop as it balances precariously atop pink nubs… before suddenly sliding away completely, alongside the garment that had been clinging to the Omega’s thighs.

For a moment, all the Alpha can do is stare at the beautiful, glowing Omega that’s perched above her, bare aside from the ribbons in the strands of hair that frame both her divinely beautiful face as well as her breasts, which bob with each breath.

It's as if a goddess has descended, a pure being waiting to be defiled… except, she probably has been defiled, more than once, if what was said earlier was true.

But not by anyone outside of the world of light, a wicked and hungry voice whispered, bringing an equally wicked and hungry smile to Midna’s lips before she grabbed hold of plump, pale softness and squeezed.

This causes Zelda to yelp, then moan prettily as Midna began groping her breasts in earnest, head tilting backwards while the rest of her grinds down on the leg Midna ‘helpfully’ raises.

The Alpha then waits until it seems the Omega is right on the tip of spilling over before halting her ministrations completely, Zelda emitting a whine of protest then a yelp as Midna gave her ass a firm smack.

“Said I was gonna breed you, my little slut,” the Alpha growled lowly, yanking on the ribboned strands of hair to force the Omega’s head down in order to whisper into her ear, “so get up, go straight to my bed and sit there on your hands and knees, presenting your hole to me in order to be plundered.”

There’s a sharp gasp and a visible shiver from Zelda, unfocused eyes widening, then snapping shut as Midna smacks her ass again.

With that, the Omega finally stumbles onto her feet, then shakily begins making her way in the direction Midna points her towards.

The Alpha stays sitting for a moment, lightly stroking her pulsing rod as she watches the Princess of Light, bare of everything, walking through the chambers of the Ruler of Twilight, before slowly climbing to her own feet, banishing her remaining clothes with magic, and stalking after her prey.

She rumbles in both approval and appreciation once they're both in her den and the Omega climbs onto her bed, on hands and knees, firm and delightfully reddened rear rising until lips dripping with honey are on full display.

Midna’s hands slowly slide onto the Omega’s thighs, ghosting against the backs, then the insides, teasing, before reaching for those succulent lips.

“How pretty,” the Alpha cooed as she gently pulled those lips apart, open, watching as they twitched and savoring the new moans the action elicited. “Is this mouth hungry~?”

“Starving!” Omega wailed, trying to push backwards, “Alpha, please!”

“Please, what?”

“Please, breed me! Breed me, breed me, breed this slutty Omega! Take that beautiful cock and plunder my hole, my body, defile me with your beautiful darkness—!”

And with that, Midna couldn’t hold back any longer, her hands slapping onto pretty pale thighs, grip tight, before thrusting forwards, both women crying out as she pierced straight into that deliciously tight hole.

The Alpha pushed and pushed, as deeply as she could, before pulling and pulling back, until the edge of her cockhead was teasing at exiting, and then she was plunging back in.

She keeps this up two more times, before she switches to savoring the hot silk that encases her aching need, burying her cock as deep as she can into the heat.

“Ah-Alpha, deep, so deep!” Omega moans beneath her, body arching so that her rear is even higher, “deep, so deep inside me, deeper than anyone!”

“Damn right,” Midna growled, thrusts growing faster and rougher but still deep into her prize, “gonna go right to your womb… pump it fit to bursting… flood it with my seed, make you fat with my seed… stuff you full of pups…”

Omega’s moan is unintelligible and guttural this time, full of longing, her body eagerly sucking Alpha inside, calling for the knot that is once again growing and sliding towards Omega’s hole with each roll of Alpha’s hips.

“I’m gonna defile you,” Alpha growled, hands lifting to take Omega’s breasts in hand, groping them possessively as she continues pounding into that sweet hole, “I am going to ruin you, utterly and completely, and you will beg me to do it!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Omega howls, pushing into the hands that hold her and the knot that promises to rip her open, only to seal her back up again, “please, please, yes! Utterly ruin me, corrupt me by planting your darkness so deep inside me! Into my very being!”

Midna’s hips were battering against Zelda’s thighs and swollen cheeks at this point, the Omega’s words slowly losing their coherency again as the Alpha thrust and thrust and thrust, faster and deeper…

Both women then moan with lustful abandon as the Omega’s body finally yielded completely, allowing the knot to slip, then expand inside, the Alpha continuing her thrusting motions even as the knot finished tying off.

Eventually, the Alpha can hold her release back no longer, a relieved moan and sigh leaving her lips as her seed begins flowing steadily into her Omega partner.

Her hips continue rocking as this occurs, her hands still groping and squeezing Omega’s breasts… while her nose comes to rest on a beautifully pale throat.

The Alpha breathes in the smell of spellcraft at the midnight hour, eyes fluttering shut as she savors the scent.

It’s perfect, calls to Midna, indicates that the Omega was destined to be claimed, defiled, by her, the Alpha’s tongue slipping free of her mouth, lapping at the spot that scent wafts from strongest, her teeth aching.

And yet, it’s not into that enticing scent gland the Alpha finds herself biting into.

It’s a pale shoulder instead, the faintest buzz of magic giving her the answer why even if most of her brain can’t process that answer.

Nor does it want to, as Omega cries out at the same time her body clamps down upon the Alpha’s cock, the shuddering sensation of her orgasm tipping Midna into another of her own.

It’s intoxicating, leading the Alpha even further away from rational thought and deeper into carnal pleasures, she and Omega indulging in them right up to the point where their bodies can take no more and sleep claims them completely.

“Lanayru’s fangs, my head!”

Midna groaned as this curse, despite being uttered in little more than a whisper, still pierced sharply into her skull, painful reverberations sounding immediately after as she was plunged into the process of waking up.

Trying to rise had her stomach protesting strongly, bringing forth a string of Twili curses, most of them recited silently in her mind, as trying to vocalize them irritated the aching dryness in her throat, her mouth feeling as if she’d returned to the Gerudo Desert in the world of light.

“We should’ve had more water,” the voice Midna is just now recognizing as Zelda’s half groans, half whimpers, the Omega’s body curled in discomfort where she lays next to the Alpha, hands clutching her head.

“Yes… and food,” Midna grits out in agreement, already working to rise again, properly this time, hazy mind latching onto a faint certainty of a jug of water always being present in the room.

When this resulted in a dangerous lurching and sloshing sensation in her stomach, the Alpha quickly changed tactics, using her magic to bring the water and cups over, handing one to Zelda once it was filled, before carefully sipping at her own.

Her gaze travels over Zelda’s form as she does, fuzzy brain only able to focus on the marks that pepper the other princess’ shoulders and breasts, which has a rumble beginning to build in her throat…

…before her mind finally manages to recover a bit of intelligence, as memories of last night start coming back to her and dawning realizations begin to sprout worries.

“Zelda… please tell me you had a spell in place to protect you from pregnancy alongside the one on your neck to prevent bondings?”

“Noticed that, did you?” Zelda hums with a chuckle, an action she immediately regrets given the grimace that distorts her features immediately after, “yes… I still had precautions in place, so there is no worry for… unexpected additions to any families…”

The Alpha in her wants to growl at that, but the rest of Midna quashes the instinct and disappointment with rationale, “good, that’s– that was good planning on your part. Wouldn’t do to have the princess pregnant out of wedlock, especially not by an unknown Twili...”

Zelda’s response is a noise that sounds suspiciously noncommittal, which just prompts Midna to keep droning on, albeit in another direction.

“And I’m sure Link wouldn’t be too happy either. You did say the two of you were involved now, right? Though, I must admit, I’m a tad surprised, since he seemed so taken with that Ilia girl—”

“We’re ‘involved’ with her, too,” Zelda cut in, cheeks turning a pretty pink as she added, “there was… an intriguing turn of circumstances and it’s led us into exploring… a more unique form of ‘companionship’...”

“...how unique, exactly?” Midna finds herself asking, the fluttering in her chest increasing in response to the way Zelda’s eyes light up, headache and nausea being pushed to the background as the Omega leans towards her.

Their lips meet, then meet again, Midna’s hand rising to cup Zelda’s cheek, answers found in ruby red and sapphire blue as they gaze into each other's eyes, which close as they move in for a third kiss…

…before Zelda is suddenly whipping backwards and upwards with a gasp of alarm, followed by pain as she clutches her head, and cursing that has Midna’s eyes widening in surprise at the vulgarity.

“Lanayru’s scaly hide, what time is it?!” Zelda hissed as she stumbled into the other room, heading towards her garments that were still strewn about, “I was only planning to be gone an hour or two at most, oh Ashei’s going to kill me!”

Midna’s not so certain the Alpha knight would commit such a treasonous act against the crown, but knows the sentiment with which the statement is made.

This is why she sits back and watches with amusement as Zelda scrambles to get herself dressed again, cursing all the while, before calling out when the garments have all been gathered, “why not wait until you’ve at least had some breakfast before heading back? It’s not like you can get into more trouble…”

“Oh, you’d find ways to get me into more trouble,” Zelda states correctly, wobbling as she tries to don a stocking, before wisely deciding to use her magic to clothe herself instead, hands smoothing the fabric of her dress as her eyes check it over, likely for rips or stains.

Midna is wearing her best unrepentant and cheeky smile as this occurs, though it slips as Zelda, after summoning her mirror, then turns back to the Alpha with a cheeky and challenging smile of her own.

“Let’s save that troublemaking for after you’ve gotten a bed big enough to hold four,” Zelda teased, before a flash of light filled the room, whisking her back to her own world.