Hero of Twilight

The birds whistled without a care in the world. Brilliant white stones lit up, reflecting the light of day. Here, in this hidden place in the forest, it almost seemed as if the world hadn’t fundamentally changed.

Link never was one for many words, but in this sacred environment he was quiet as the grave. He solemnly stepped through the ruins of the great temple to its center, where the object of his quest resided. One of the sun’s rays struck the sword, a shimmering sense of hope against the darkness, the blade of evil’s bane.

“You think you’re deserving of it?” A feminine voice purred.

A shadow fell over the Master Sword. From behind one of the pillars, a woman dressed in black emerged.

“You wouldn’t be the first,” she said.

Link pulled his sword. He didn’t know if this woman was friend or foe, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Not while the fate of the world depended on it.

“Oh, never mind,” she said, smirking. “You’ve already got one. Guess you can leave then.”

Link frowned. He was only steps away from his goal, yet here was this odd woman between it and him.

“No? Too bad,” she shrugged. “I’d hoped to resolve this with a friendly convo, but is suppose things are never that easy are they? What’s your name, handsome?”

Link didn’t respond, weighing his options. She hadn’t attacked yet, but maybe she was just waiting to strike. He could feel she wasn’t an ordinary person, more powerful, and he sensed a darkness about her.

“No name huh? So what’s it gonna be? You gonna show me what you’re worth?”

If only he could just—that was it. He activated his clawshot, aiming it right at the Master Sword’s hilt. If he couldn’t walk past her, perhaps he could fly.

“Sneaky,” the woman said.

A giant dark hand shot up from the floor and grabbed the chain of his weapon. Caught, he was dragged towards it. He barely managed to use his free hand to unlock the mechanism. It let go, sending him sprawling to the floor.

“That was cute. But I’d like to see you escape this.”

The woman had drawn her weapons; two handheld devices aimed at him. One of the projectiles whizzed right past his ear, blowing a hole in the white stone behind him. That gave him another idea. He pulled a couple of bombs from his bag, chucking them at her to break her onslaught. The explosions filled the clearing with smoke. A dark, winged creature flew up above it and charged him. Expecting it to be her, Link drew his bow and took aim. He missed, but he did **** her back to the ground.

Again the weapons. Point blank this time, she fired at him. Now she was within range of his sword however. He managed to hit them with his strikes, damaging them enough for her to throw them away.

Now they’d gotten close and personal. Her attacks were imbued with some dark magic, that drew from her clothing into her fists and kicks.

Slowly but surely, she pushed him into a corner. She managed to grab his blade with a purple glowing hand. The strength with which she pulled on it was immense. The weavings that powered her crawled across his arms and legs, pinning him against a broken pillar.

“Let. Go!”

The blade struggled between his fingers. Suddenly, the triangle on the back of his hand glowed. His strength seemed to double, and he pushed against her.

“Oh no, you don’t.”

The weavings grew, drawing more and more away from her body, until nothing covered her.

The sword broke. Now he was out of options.

“There,” she grunted, still struggling to hold him. “It’s over. Tuh… tell me. Are you… worthy?”

Her body was pressed so tightly against him he could barely breathe. She was taller than him, causing his face to be almost buried in her chest. Even if he wanted to answer, he couldn’t.

And the worst thing was, he liked it. He felt his own heartbeat in his pants, his dick pushing against her thighs.

“Tell… unh… tell me…” she grunted, slightly moving her pelvis against him. “Oh… you… you bad… you bad boy.”

He wasn’t a boy anymore, far from it, but when she said it, moaned it into his ear, he couldn’t help but answer her with a moan.

His trousers dropped, on accident or on purpose, he didn’t know, didn’t care. The witch engulfed him with her body, drawing him into her with wild abandon.

They ended up on the floor, first her on top, then him on top, until finally they found their release in each other.

“Fine,” she said, dusting herself off as if nothing happened. “Take your little sword. Might come in handy later.”

Solemnly, yet still a bit winded from the exertion, he strode up to the blade of evil’s bane, and withdrew it from its pedestal. It felt like it was humming with energy, resonating with his own.

“Wait,” the witch said. “Has that freaky little dinosaur been watching us the whole time?”