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It started as a simple curiosity.

Not all of the dreams Sky caused turned out to be nightmares. Although, by virtue of being a ghost, you suppose it’s not unexpected that a majority of them are.

The rare occasion where you get a full night's sleep is usually preceded by some sort of uplifting conversation, or an hour spent scrolling through cute videos.

But that got you thinking. Obviously, Sky’s dreams are connected in some way to his emotions. When he’s happy, you have dreams filled with colorful birds or long winding forest paths. When he’s upset, your dreams turn sour. Torrential thunderstorms and ash in your throat.

So you wanted to try an experiment. Something harmless, a joke, mostly. Before going to bed, you made sure your room was cleared of all other spirits before flopping onto your bed and scrolling on your phone. You giddily scrolled through your regular feed, thoughts of what you had in store for Sky playing in your mind.

Once you figured the man was lulled into a false sense of security, you pulled up the dirtiest piece of porn your mind could conjure and casually let it play. You’ll admit, it was a struggle holding back the laughter that was threatening to escape your throat. You couldn’t see his reaction, but you swear you could feel it- the sleepy man, so startled by your choice of media, flinging himself off of your bed and covering his scorching face with his hands. It’s not like he could even reprimand you for it. Besides, it’s your room, you can do what you want in it.

“Hehe~ Sorry, Sky. I was just teasing.” You apologize, turning off your phone and tossing it to the side. “It’s about time to turn in. G’night.”

You don’t expect anything to come from your actions. It was an innocent prank, and you only barely thought it might affect the dreams you would have.

How could one little video really affect your ghostly friend?

Your eyes flutter open, and you find yourself inside of a sun-speckled room. The walls are painted emerald green and fade into a creamy beige. You feel something move against your back, a warm breath ghosting your exposed neck, and you turn to find a man with unfairly beautiful eyelashes hugging you around the middle, his nose buried in the small of your neck.

You’re familiar with this man, on some level. You smile, turning fully and gently cupping his face with your hands, running your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks until his eyes flutter open. They remind you of the sky, clear and blue. Unfairly pretty, just like the rest of him.

He seems surprised for just a second, like he doesn't expect you to be there, but then he melts when you move your hand to start carding through his sandy blond hair.

“You’re gorgeous.” You whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to his exposed collarbone. Was he always shirtless? Not that you mind. His body is something to behold, you can barely tear your eyes away.

“I must be dreaming.” He whispers, delicately running his hands down your arms like he’s afraid you’ll break if he touches you. It’s a funny thought, and you grab hold of his hands to show him as much.

Rather than respond to his words, you press kisses to his scar-covered knuckles, moving to tangle your legs with his. He gasps when your knee grinds up between his legs, his hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him in the process.

“Please,” He whines, lips quivering when you copy your previous movements. “Can I kiss you?”

Like he even needs to ask. You push forward, pressing your lips to his, passionately kissing him until it feels like the air in your lungs is being stolen, and still, you keep yourself molded to him. He’s holding you so close, every muscle in his body tensing to hold you just that much tighter.

You eventually have to draw back, panting to regain your lost breath, your cheeks warm from the passionate kiss, but you want more. Before he can even finish catching his breath, you’re diving back in with more force this time, biting at his bottom lip, hands wandering down his toned back, legs coming up to grind at his bulge once again.

Sky is no better, his hands coming down to grip your hips, tongue intertwining with yours, panting out sweet words between each kiss until you eventually pull away, pulling off the shirt from your torso in one fluid motion, revealing your chest and stomach for him to marvel at.

“You’re beautiful. May I touch you?” He asks, hands already coming up as if in prayer.

“Please,” You sigh balancing on his lap as his hands roam over your torso, gently squeezing whatever flesh he can get his hands on, tracing invisible lines on your skin until he leans up to press heated kisses to your stomach, trailing up to your chest, your collarbone, gently nibbling at your neck until you’re gasping and giggling from his careful ministrations.

“Sky…” You mumble, hand coming down between you until you brush up against his length through his pants. He twitches, groaning into your shoulder while you palm him. The two of you separate, quickly kicking off your bottoms, and take the moment to change your position, Sky now hovering over your naked body on the bed, pinning one leg back while the other goes to fist his own cock.

“Are you ready?” Sky asks, and you can’t help but stare at his dick. It’s bigger than you thought- can you really take it just like that?

“Born ready.” You snark, tilting your hips up to make room for the man. He gives you a lovesick look before moving to press a kiss to your lips, leaning forward until his dick brushes against your entrance. You gasp into the kiss, hands clawing at the man’s shoulders as he slowly, oh so slowly pushes into you.

“You feel so good,” Sky moans, dragging himself back, and you whine when it feels like he might pull out, only for him to slam back into you with enough force to have you seeing stars.

Sky is a slow fuck, setting a steady and teasing pace, watching each of your facial expressions to see what works for you and what doesn’t. His hands are constantly tracing up and down your body, soft as a feather and tickling each of your nerves as he feels you up. It feels like he’s trying to memorize every curve and dip of your body, sleepy blue eyes drinking in every inch of flesh with a ravenous hunger.

You feel exposed under his thorough gaze, raw in a way you didn’t think was possible. It doesn’t help that he’s still fucking you, slow and careful, but always hitting that bungle of nerves inside of you that makes you sing.

After a small eternity, you finally break. “Please, Sky. Please go faster. I need-“ You don’t even know what you need. Just- more. You need more of him!

You want him to make you forget your own name.

In answer to your begging, Sky’s hips slam into yours quicker, still hitting the same spots, still going just as deep as before, but with a speed that leaves you breathless. You can feel his muscles flexing with the effort, and move your hips to meet his thrusts, pulling him into a passionate kiss in hopes of thanking him even just a little for all of his efforts.

One of his hands comes down to play with your sex, the feeling of his hands on you sending fire into your stomach and causing you to moan into the kiss, desperately pulling him closer while you chase your end. Sky doesn’t seem to be doing much better, his hips stuttering in their grueling pace, and he breaks off the kiss to look down at you adoringly.

“I’m gonna-“ Sky pants, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, and you reach up to swipe at his kiss-swollen lips, admiring the marks you’ve left on him.

“Me too,” You sigh, pulling him impossibly closer when you feel something inside of you snap. Sky grunts, sinking into you one last time, and you feel a new heat inside of you, but you can hardly process it with your own orgasm hitting you, flooding through your body and it’s all you can do to pull the man just that much closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck until the waves of your orgasm begin to fade, and you feel like you can breathe easy again.

“That was… wow.” Sky pants, gently pulling out of you and flopping to the side. You turn to face him, tracing every angle of his face with your eyes, and allowing him to do the same. You feel like you could stare at him forever. He really is beautiful.

Sky opens his mouth, looking ready to say something, but your alarm goes off and you jolt awake with a startled breath, choking on the very air you were breathing as you shoot awake in bed.

Your body is absolutely soaked with sweat, and you look to the side blearily, almost expecting the man from your dreams to be sleeping right beside you. Was that really… Sky? Or was it just your mind's version of the man? Either way, you decide that sort of dream was almost worse than the nightmares.

“My bedsheets are soaked.” You whine, peeling yourself out of bed and taking off your sheets with no small amount of shame. Still, if the ghost is up for it, you might not mind playing some porn before bed in the future.

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“Why is is so hot today? Did Death Mountain erupt or something?,” You pant, slamming your work bag on the floor and practically stripping right in your living room before you remember oh yeah, I have roommates, don’t I?

Then again, they’re dead. Does it really matter if they see your mostly naked body? It’s not like they can do anything about it.

Deciding to at least leave on your undergarments, you shrug out of the rest of your clothes and stomp your way to the thermostat, only to frown when an ERROR message pops up. Did Hyrule break it again? You mumble a curse under your breath before retreating to the kitchen in search of something cold to snack on. To your dismay, your freezer is ice cream-less.

While you figure this inconvenience isn’t something you should cry about, you do let a long, drawn-out sigh escape your lips before retreating to your living room, turning the fan on to its max setting, and putting on some random video while you try to not think about the heat.

You’re completely spread out on the couch, keeping as little skin-on-skin contact as possible while your show blares on the screen. It’s so mind-numbing hot that you feel yourself starting to drift off before a sudden chill brushes at your leg.

“What the-“ You gasp, pulling your legs into yourself as you look around, trying to find the source of the chill. Your air conditioner hasn’t rattled to life yet, so the only other perpetrator must be “Four?”

The cold presses forward, feeling like a soothing balm in comparison to the heatwave you’ve been subjected to all day. You don’t know why you didn’t think to ask him before, but of course Four can cool you down!

“Hey, bud. Trying to watch this show with me?” You ask, unfurling your legs a little now that you know you’re not in any sort of danger. There’s no answer, of course, but a certain chill remains by your legs, and you suppose the man has taken his seat and probably won’t be moving for a while.

It’s only a couple minutes later that you’re proven wrong as ice begins to trail from your ankle up to your knee. It feels like he’s dragging a single digit down your leg. Is he doing it idly while watching the show? You try not to think about it too much, shifting only a little bit before settling back in.

The only problem is, Four only seems to get more brave with your disregard. One hand seems to have settled at the crook of your knee, massaging your calves while the other continues tracing lines around the sensitive skin around your ankles and feet. You let out a hum, the nerves of your legs tensing at the chilly massage. He has to be doing this on purpose, right?

“Four? That kinda tickles…” You sit up, pulling your legs close in the same motion. There’s a pause where it almost seems like Four is considering your words before you feel the cold return, settled on your knees and- and prying them apart.

You gasp, feeling your legs being pulled open by an unseen chill, a chill that settles between your legs, nestled right up against the thin fabric of your underwear.

He’s close enough that you can’t even feel the heat anymore, but that doesn’t stop your cheeks from feeling like they’ve caught fire as you process just how close Four must be for you to feel him like this. Stomach to stomach, his arms wrapped around your neck, maybe staring up at you while you process what’s going on. An unidentifiable sound escapes your lips as you realize just what Four was trying to do- is trying to do.

You still can’t hear him, but that doesn’t stop his actions from coming through loud and clear. A frosted breath brushes against your lips, and you decide that yeah, you are going to do this.

Your lips meet a cold nothing, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing forward just a little more, feeling the cold entering your mouth with a certain level of vigor. You sigh, trailing your hands up a seemingly slim body, following the outline of the chill until one of his cold hands moves to cup your sex, pulling a startled gasp out of your mouth. Four takes the moment to surge forward just that extra inch more, the chill intensifying as he draws closer until you don’t know where your warmth stops and his cold starts.

You suppose, by nature of being a ghost, Four doesn’t need to take your underwear off to start touching you, and he fully utilizes this fact, his cold touch trailing over your hole as he finally breaks off the kiss, letting you take a heaving breath that fogs up the air in front of you.

“Four, please.” You beg, feeling him continue to just barely tease at your hole. There’s a pause, and you feel his free hand ghost your shoulder. Is he looking for assurance?

“It feels so good, Four. Please, keep going?” You ask, spreading your legs just a little further. He doesn’t wait a second more, a shot of ice digging into your hole, and you gasp, hips rocking forward in desperation.

The stretch is barely there, if it exists at all, but that doesn’t stop the feeling of ice entering your core from making you go wild. You feel raw as he pushes further in, withdrawing an inch, just to push back in a moment later. Even just being fingerfucked like this feels like too much, how will you handle his dick?

As if sensing your thoughts, another intrusion enters you, pushing in right alongside the first. Did he add a finger? You moan, bucking your hips as he stretches you out- prepping you.

He doesn’t stretch you for too long, apparently satisfied after a short while. Luckily, you don’t have to wait too long before something bigger nudges at your entrance, letting out an ungodly moan as he pushes inside.

A cold breath brushes across your chest, hands shackling your wrists as Four attempts to ground himself before pressing further in. You hiss, clutching at the outline of cold air in front of you, tugging him even closer in the process. He shifts, hitting a sensitive bundle inside of you, and it feels so good that you shout.

Four seems to take that as his cue to keep going, hitting the same spot over and over, not stuttering once even as you feel like your nerves are all catching fire. Four is practically pounding you into the couch with how rough he’s going, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Right there! Ah! Keep going!” You whine, hips rising to meet each of his thrusts, chasing him as you feel the coil in your stomach draw taut.

Your begging only seems to egg him on as Four releases your arms, pinching one of your nipples with his biting cold while the other is subjected to his tongue. All the while Four keeps pounding into you, finally sending you over the edge and straight into an orgasm.

You’re left panting, breath fogging up the air in front of you even as Four continues to fuck you through your high. It’s only as the discomfort of overstimulation begins to make you jolt that he draws away, but you swear you can still feel his cold inside of you. You shakily sit up, running a hand through your mussed up hair and glance around as if to make sure no one was around to see you get your brains fucked out of you by a ghost.

Luckily, the house is quiet, and you let yourself indulge in a couple more delicate touches from Four before finally moving off the couch.

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“How did you get a cold in the middle of the hottest week of the year?” Carrie asks, absolutely dumbfounded as you arrive at work with a mask covering your face, a telling sniffle escaping through the material.

You squint, wondering if she’d believe you even if you told her the truth. Probably not. “I plead the fifth.” You raise your hands defensively, quickly moving past her to your cubicle. Despite your cold, the day is still hot enough to make you sweat, and you wonder if you can convince Four to cool you off again once you go back home.

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It was a calm night, the sound of rain pattering outside lulling you between dreams and the waking world. You couldn’t quite sleep, though, too pent up after lazing around most of the day to actually settle down.

Your phone reads three o’ clock when you check, and you let out a frustrated sigh, finally getting out of bed and deciding that maybe grabbing a cup of tea will help. The floorboards creak their familiar tunes as you creep into the hallway leading to your kitchen, and you’re careful to avoid the louder spaces in case any of your ghostly companions are sleeping.

Wild doesn’t seem to be active, at least, as he would usually help you set up a kettle or retrieve a tea bag on a night like this. You try not to think about the strange pang in your chest, shaking off the odd feeling while you wait for the kettle to start steaming.

There’s something mysterious about the witching hour, especially in your house. There’s a certain charge in the air, something buzzing just beneath the surface. You’re almost certain your ghostly roommates are affected, but you’re almost never awake to see what might be going on.

Dumping your tea bag into your favorite mug, you pour the freshly heated water over it and tote your tea back to your room. You swear you can feel an extra presence when you enter, but there’s no immediate way to tell who would be invading your room.

Crawling back into your bed, you sip at your tea, listening to the rain slowly drip-drop through your cracked window.

It’s so quiet you almost forget about the presence in your room until something shifts in the corner of your eye, and you feel your heart just about leap out of your body in fright.

Taking in a heaving breath, you delicately set your mug on your bedside table and climb out of bed, moving to check on what spooked you. There isn’t anything out of place- just a body length mirror with, like, a pile of clothes shoved to the side of it. You should really work on those, but right now, there’s a mystery afoot.

“Alright, I know one of you guys are here. Wild..?” You suggest, shifting some of the clothes with your foot like that might entice him to fess up. Nothing. You reach for the back of your mirror, flicking on the fairy lights strung around it to illuminate the small space surrounding your mirror. Still nothing.

“Warriors..?” You suggest, placing your hand on the cool glass. The image of you in the mirror shifts, a hand bigger and more calloused than your own covering yours. You gasp, taking your hand off the mirror, but the reflected image stays. Soon, the mirror shifts, and you stand transfixed as a masculine face forms over your shoulder. He’s beautiful, golden curls caressing his cheeks, world-weary eyes deep and blue gazing deep into your own, and you gasp when his hand leaves the mirror, trailing down to entwine with the one you had dropped.

You’re almost sad when you don’t feel the heat of his hand against your palm, looking down to find nothing.

The man in the mirror must be Warriors, but he’s still a ghost. He can’t actually interact with you, but when you look back up, his eyes are so tender you can’t imagine him as anything other than alive.

His hand climbs up your arm, and you feel goosebumps rise as he ghosts over your skin, the tips of his fingers gently caressing your body like he’s worshipping every little bit of it. He dips his head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, never once breaking eye contact as if to ask if what he’s doing is okay. You don’t dare to speak, the moment feeling too intimate and quiet for words, but you nod your head, asking him wordlessly to keep going.

And he does, pressing feather light kisses to your chin, your shoulder, brushing against your back until he reaches your opposite shoulder, then gently, carefully, his hand intertwines with yours again, and me motions as if to lift your hand. You’re so enamored with the vision you find yourself lifting your arm right along with him, and you watch him mutter a praise against your skin before moving on to kiss all the way to the tips of your fingers.

Your cheeks feel feverishly hot by the time he releases your hand and he moves on to place his hand at the edge of your shirt. His eyes are absolutely pleading, and who are you to deny, as you grip the bottom, sensually dragging it up your body just to watch him drink you in for a couple seconds more. Every inch of skin is appraised with the same adoring look, every newfound mark gently traced, caressed like something precious.

It almost feels like too much, but when you try to look away, you can still see him, gripping onto you like you’re a gift from the gods, deep blue eyes glittering in the fairy lights, still drinking you in like he’s afraid this will be the last time he gets to see you like this. You look back, and find that he’s fallen to his knees before you, gripping at your thigh in an almost pleasing manner, begging for just a little more.

You find yourself kicking off the rest of your night clothes before you can even really think about it, a thrill crawling up your back as Warriors immediately latches on. You can’t see exactly what he’s doing from the angle of the mirror, but you can imagine. His tongue laving at your sex like it’s his final meal, breathing words of praise and worship into the sensitive skin between your legs.

You whimper, wishing there was any sort of real friction, gently carding your hands through Warrior’s hair, only to see him look up at you through the mirror, eyes heavy lidded as he wipes his mouth with the back of his arm, lovesick eyes staring up at you longingly as he says something before pressing a kiss to your hip.

You don’t think you’ve ever been teased by someone who so obviously wants to give you every part of him, and you wish so badly to give the same to him. You can’t help but tell him as much, your words feeling too loud in your quiet room. Warriors doesn’t seem to mind, standing up and gently taking your chin in his hand before pressing a kiss to your mouth.

Your lips tingle when he pulls away, like he was actually there, like he really did kiss you with feather soft lips, as sweet as spun sugar. You lift your hands, intending to hold his face and pull him closer, but his visage disappears in the mirror before you can, and you hands are left in the cold empty air, lifted as if in prayer.

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Collapsing at your table, you can’t help but let out a long, drawn-out noise of complaint. You need to eat, and you know that you do, but you really don’t want to make anything, and going out is a hassle. You suppose you could always order out, but the threat of whoever brings the food waiting at your door for you to tip them (even though you technically did so online-) is something you can’t handle, and so now you’re in an odd limbo.

Your complaints seem to have drawn some attention, as your abandoned salt shaker moves, bumping into your arm to draw your attention.

“Oh, Wild. It’s nothing, I just don’t really feel like cooking.” You admit, rubbing at your forehead. There’s a moment of quiet before the sound of something different moving draws your attention, and you turn to watch a book filled with recipes wiggling out of its place on a shelf. Soon, it’s toting itself back towards you, and Wild places it reverently before you.

Is he… offering to cook for you? That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s offered to do for you in a while, and you smile gratefully, taking up the recipe book and flipping through it to find something you have all of the ingredients for.

You eventually land on a recipe for shepherds pie. It’s simple enough, and in a stroke of luck, you have all of the ingredients for it. “How about this? Can you make it?” You ask, and Wild takes the recipe book in response, carrying it off towards the main part of your kitchen and rifling through your cupboards and fridge for the right ingredients.

You watch in mild wonderment as ingredients float one after another. Vegetables are washed and chopped, spices shaken over simmering meat, dishes washed and set to dry. The entire kitchen is filled with a wondrous smell, and the whole event coalesces in a baking dish filled with the meal being set in your oven.

A timer gets set, and soon, you feel a light hand brush your shoulder, Wild letting you know that he’s done for now and wants to talk.

“Thank you, again, Wild. This means a lot to me.” You dip your head in thanks. It’s quiet for a second before you decide to ask, “Is there anything I can do for you in return? Y’know, just while we wait.”

Another quiet pause before the seat beside you gets pulled out, and you feel a soft hand guide you from your seat. You’re on your knees before you know what’s happening, two barely-there legs on either side of your head. Well, you did offer to thank him, and this is more of less what you had in mind anyway.

Something soft and warm ghosts your lips, and you stick out your tongue, licking a long stripe until you reach the tip of it. You don’t know what you expected a ghost to taste like, but Wild has a flavor like freshly fallen rain. There’s no real substance to it, just the feel of petrichor on your tongue, and all of a sudden, you feel the distinct urge to get to know the flavor intimately.

Your tongue continues to lave at the spectre's member for a while, tracing the invisible dick with your mouth until you have a pretty good feel of its size. A bit on the skinnier size, but with a length to make up for it. You lean back, pressing a kiss to the tip of it before finally taking the first couple inches into your mouth.

A hand finds itself carding through your hair at the sudden contact, pulling at your lockes until it feels like you might gag on his length. It’s an odd dichotomy, the knowledge that there isn’t anything truly substantial in your mouth, but the distinct feeling of your jaw and throat working over Wild’s dick. Would a passerby be able to watch your throat contract on his dick while you choke on it?

The thought is enough to make you flush with heat, a particular warmth pooling in your stomach, and you reach down to take care of yourself while lifting your other hand to grip at the meat of Wild’s thigh, pulling him ever deeper while you continue to drool on his cock.

Wild pulls your head back suddenly, and you realize you were probably taking too long considering his ghost dick and neglecting your goddess given duty to give him head. Immediately, you work on rectifying the oversight, bobbing your head on his cock at an impressive pace. Wild’s grip on your hair turns almost painful, and you feel a warmth curl over your head- Wild leaning over your body as he tries to hold himself together. You’re proud your efforts have such a strong effect on the man, and decide to keep up the pace until you learn what ghost cum tastes like in addition to your new knowledge about ghost dicks.

You suck on Wild in such a way that leads to his arm clawing down your back, desperate fingers clutching at your skin as you repeat the motion but deeper this time. If you could’ve heard Wild, you’re sure he’d be babbling nonsense against your skin or whining desperately as he pulls you close, dick down your throat by now, and let’s himself spill down your throat and on your tongue as he pulls out.

The timer for your food beeps as you sit there on the floor, panting in an attempt to regain your breath. You hear the alarm stop after only a couple seconds and carefully wobble onto your feet, shakily making your way back to your seat at the table. By the time you’ve gathered yourself back together and wiped the drool from your mouth and chin, there’s a plate set before you, steaming and fresh out of the oven. A fork clinks against the plate, and the chair that Wild pulled out is moved back to its usual place at your table.

While you’re sure the shepherd's pie would’ve tasted like something out of a Michelin star restaurant, you could barely focus on your meal, instead staring blankly at the chair Wild was previously sitting in, the taste of tangy ozone on your tongue.

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After finally getting to see your ghostly friends, you’ll admit you’ve been feeling a little… pent up. They’re handsome, and you’re single, what’s a person to do?

You ended up locking yourself in your room, shucking off your bottoms, and flopping back into bed, images of Hyrule’s emerald eyes and Legend’s soft hair filling your mind.

Unfortunately, your body refuses to cooperate, pleasure building to a near feverish heat but never going further. You whine, one hand buried in your sex, the other fisting your sweat soaked shirt, but even with all of your efforts, you just can’t seem to reach your climax. In a fit of what must be madness, you call out for the man who’s currently filling your mind, and to your surprise, he appears before your very eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Twilight falls through your bedroom door, practically stumbling in his rush to reach you. His hands hover in the air, but he knows trying to touch you would be pointless.

Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you process exactly what situation you’ve put yourself in. What are you supposed to do with a worried Twilight? Turn him away now, after you practically gave him a ghost heart attack? Lie through your teeth that everything is perfectly normal, and you in fact were not incorporating him in your personal sexual fantasy.

Before you can even think to start explaining the situation, however, Twilight's eyes track from your flushed cheeks to your rucked up shirt, then down to your blanket covered lower half, where your hand is still clutching your unmentionables in a desperate bid to not lose the build up you were working towards before the man had come bursting into your room.

“…I see. I can leave, if you-“ red slowly bleeds into the man’s cheeks, soaking to the tips of his ears, which only makes you feel more embarrassed. Your need outweighs your embarrassment, though, and you call out a desperate “Wait!”

Twilight pauses, back to you and hands clutching the front of his tunic. The tips of his ears are still red, and flick once before he turns to look at you.

“Uhm, can you, y’know… stay?” You stutter out, sitting up and kneeling on your bed. You didn’t think it was possible for Twilight to look any more embarrassed, and yet here you are.

“S-Sure. Do you want me to…” Twilight trails off, floating to your bed and hovering over you, hands on either side of your legs. It’s disappointing he can’t touch you even like this, but his intentions are obvious to you. If he could make contact, his hands would be splayed on your bare legs, gently massaging the meat there. You crawl back until your back is cushioned by your pillows, legs splayed, and watch as Twilight dips his head to press a ghostly kiss to the inner side of your knee, slowly making his way down to your heated core. You’re already embarrassingly wet, but you can feel more heat and liquid building up between your loins, and Twilight only makes it worse when he whispers about how wet you are for him.

You’re already a whining, sweaty mess, and the man can’t even touch you, which only serves to remind you of the dilemma you were facing before Twilight came bursting in. You still haven’t come, and you’re afraid Twilight's ministrations only serve to tease you more.

“Twilight~ Please, I need more…” You whine, hand going back to your heat, and Twilight licks his lips, watching with rapt attention as you play with yourself.

“I can- I mean, it’s not the most comfortable, but- Maybe I could do a partial possession? Just for a bit. Just to help you out…” Twilight whispers, trailing off like he’s thinking through his offer. A partial possession… It sounds different from the full possession he put you under when you were fighting that moblin.

“You’ll still be present in your body. You’ll be able to feel whatever I do to you, and you can tell me if I do something you’re not comfortable with.” Twilight rushes to assure, and you gently cup his face, smiling down at him reassuringly.

“Let’s do it.”

Before you can really process what’s happening, Twilight is disappearing from in front of you, and not long after, it feels like something or someone is standing right next to you in your own body. It’s an odd feeling, but you quickly adapt, watching as your arms move without your input to run delicately up your sides, trailing ticklish lines up your stomach and rubbing soothing circles at your hips.

“Is this okay?” Your voice asks, but you weren’t the one who asked that. Twilight.

“Yes. Goddesses, yes. Please keep going.” You practically beg as Twilight moves your arm a little bit lower, dipping between your thighs and running your fingers through your folds. The touch is exploratory at first, Twilight obviously trying to get used to the feeling, but when he successfully brushes against your clit and a thrill of pleasure shoots up your spine, he seems to gain confidence.

Soon he’s rubbing at your clit while simultaneously dipping his fingers into your pussy, occasionally dragging a nail against the bundle of nerves as you shudder and writhe in his care, occasionally whispering praise and pleas until you don’t know if he’s the one begging for it or if you’re the one singing compliments. Whatever the case, all of your efforts from earlier have left you overly sensitive and your release comes quicker than you thought it would, a gush of liquids painting your hand as Twilight continues to rub your sex until your body stops twitching and a pang of overstimulation makes itself known.

“You okay?” Twilight asks, and you moan, free hand coming up to cover your burning cheeks.

“Y-yeah. That was… really good.” You sigh, fanning your face to hopefully cool yourself off. You feel your smile upturn wolfishly, smug.

“Anytime sweetheart,” Twilight purrs before you feel him withdraw, the space in your body becoming wholly yours once again, and you watch him saunter out of the room.