Zelda Porn Story: Heated Twilight Chapter 5

Heated Twilight
Chapter 05: Intermission #1

The next morning had become much more complicated that Link would have expected, beginning with his beloved Ilia displaying her familiar frustration toward the minor scrape on Epona’s knee. Her concern for the proud animal turned this aggression toward her lover, whom happened to be the wondrous creature’s caring master. The mayor’s daughter proceeded to take Epona elsewhere, her passing populated with their mutual friends who attempted to barricade the path. Link and Colin followed to the southern springs where Ilia relinquished the rebellious horse into her owner’s custody, realizing there was no point in attempting to manipulate the horse’s loyalties. Link was prepared to travel into the northern kingdom and everybody was wishing him good fortune in his travels. It was following his lover’s farewell that everything descended into chaos and the scenario transformed into something unpredictable.

Smashing through the decorative gateway which surrounded the springs, several savage-looking goblins rushed into the natural sanctuary, mounted upon colossal hoggish creatures and wielding weaponry unseen in the wild ones which roamed the woodlands. The mayor’s daughter attempted to escape, but her valiant attempt efforts were rewarded with an arrow through one of her shoulders. Sometime blunt struck down upon Link’s head before he could contemplate doing anything in response, dropping him into the spring and forcing him to watch helplessly as his body refused to move. Colin was knocked to the ground by one of the hoggish beasts while the other children were rounded up by the wayfaring goblins. The largest amongst them grabbed Epona’s reigns and within moments their group had vanished from the scene. Leaving the grounded swordsman behind to pursue them.

Link coughed violently as he managed to push himself upwards, regaining his balance before aggressively sprinting forward through the spring and down the forest trail, never knowing that several more goblins were presently invading his village. His handles punched into the ground as one hand grasped the painful lump on his skull. He counted himself fortunate that the blow had miraculously scrapped off his cranium instead of delivering the crushing blow which was intended. He followed the trail across the bridge and into the forest where he’d been just the afternoon before, but instead of being greeted by the towering oaks, he found himself confronting something else.

“What in the world is that?”

An impossible barricade of blackness was pitched across the beaten pathway, several unfamiliar patterns rushing across the darkness like some manner of arcane magick. Link understood the merits of standing back from something so mysterious, but his excessive frustration and his curious nature and drove him forward. He was standing within three feet of the mysterious shadow when several ripples suddenly coursed through the center in the matter that a pebble would the nearby lake. Something rushed from the impossible shadow and created an intense pressure around his throat before dragging him forward through the otherworldly gateway. Beyond the incredible suffering which spread across his entire body, the eternal apprentice couldn’t remember anything beyond being pitched into darkness.

The apprentice swordsman’s consciousness returned to discover himself splayed across cold stone, accompanied by an uncomfortable soreness which dominated his entire body. His strained muscles feeling comparable to his earliest afternoons on the ranch and an intense migraine threatened to split his skull down the middle. Those beautiful sapphires eventually opened to reveal that somebody had locked him in an underground dungeon, the iron bars familiar from countless stories of cutthroat vagabonds and dangerous criminals. He attempted to move forward, but found himself grounded by an uncomfortable shackle which was locked around the wrist of his left paw…

The flabbergasted swordsman breathed sharply before looking himself over, discovering that some unexplained catalyst had transformed his physical body. He discovered himself inhabiting some manner of rare wolfos, the unique markings across his paws suggesting something ominous about the situation. His instinctive attempts to question what was happening emerged as an unfamiliar context of animalistic grunts and growls. Within moments he found himself aggressively chewing upon the iron chain, painfully attempting to force his jaws through the chain. The metallic restraint rattled loudly as he pulled against the wretched restraint with everything he could muster, but his desperate attempts proved themselves to be completely useless. The desperate situation pushed him to continue regardless “I’ve gotta get outta here! Come on! Damn it!”

“Having problems?”

“Huh?!” The werewolf dropped the accursed restraint as an unknown voice suddenly whispered from the nearby shadows, speaking with sarcasm and obvious amusement. His cerulean eyesight quickly adjusting to the darkness enough to see the silhouette which had appeared within the dungeon. His combative instincts remained prevalent as his transformed physique shifted into an offensive stance and his ivory fangs were bared in the manner same manner he would have grasped his blades. The unknown intruder stepped forward from the parting shadows with another amused chuckle which sounded innocent and mocking in the same instant. Glowing and snarling accented Link’s frustration as he faced the interloper, ignoring his common sense which suggested that he proceed to calm himself, somehow already knowing that this confrontation wouldn’t be happening if this creature possessed any animosity toward him.

The mysterious newcomer casually leaned back against the stone wall, stranding around three feet tall and possessing an interesting physique which might have seemed abnormal amongst most impish creatures, those hourglass curves announcing that this unfamiliar interloper was female. There was some manner of stone crown topping her head, one eye was covered by the elaborate details, the other one remained displayed in an ominous mixture of gold and crimson. An unnatural blackness which covered the majority of her small body was embraced with an alabaster tone which spread across her chest and abdomen, naturally accenting the subtle curves of her immature figure. Several aquamarine markings danced across her slender arms and toned legs, some of them even appearing upon the shell of her pointed ears, each of them absently glowing with the pulse of her heartbeat. An interesting ponytail was created from the countless strands which escaped from the stone crown’s grasp, each one burning with the same furious brilliance of an inferno. An amused smirk revealed sharp ivory teeth that glinted in the flickering torchlight before she began moving closer, inexplicably floating several inches above the stone floor without the slightest visible effort.

That insufferable sardonic expression never left her features as she tossed one casual glance towards the accursed restraint which locked around his right paw, several more ancient markings were present from former prisoners whose fates remained unknown. The strange creature observed the growling werewolf for several moments before crossing her arms, adapting an annoyed expression and still managed to continue floating “Unless you’ve become comfortable with your present accommodations, I would suggest that you bare your teeth one someone else. Otherwise, I can always track down somebody else that might actually appreciate my assistance.”

Link found himself silenced in the same moment, his aggressive growling stopping completely as his animalistic physique replaced the combative stance with an almost submissive seated position. His annoyance flared when the impish creature was suddenly floating before him, swiftly closing the distance between them and coming within several inches of his cold nose. His opposing sapphires looked back for several moments before one small hand scratched under his jawline, provoking further aggression from the transformed prisoner. She quickly withdrew her hand as he snapped angrily, the impish creature skipping backwards and somehow slipping through those iron bars before registering his predicament. She smirked once more “Your obedience is necessary at the moment, so do attempt to keep yourself under control.”

The blue-eyed monster contemplated another attempt to respond to her insulting comments, but snapped into attention when some manner of crackling energy appeared between her hands and suddenly lashed toward him. He instinctively jumped back and somehow managed to jump beyond his original boundaries. He soon found himself looking down at the searing breakage which had been created in the chain, barely two links remaining on the tightened shackle. He glanced back towards the impish creature to see her halfheartedly examining the sheer iron bars which surrounded the tragic rancher turned werewolf, eventually looking back towards the prisoner with less than positive news “I’m afraid breaking through these bars would attract too much attention. How about protecting my investment and proving that you’re worthy of my efforts.”

Those crimson strands became clouded with an infernal energy before casually stretched outwards in the familiar silhouette of an enormous hand, which mockingly motioned for the imprisoned canine to somehow move beyond the iron bars. Link’s eyesight proved useless in noticing anything beyond the battered crates in the corners of the cell, but soon found himself noticing the distinctive scent of ground soil somewhere nearby. Apparently inheriting several animalistic abilities with his newfound persona, his sensitive nose soon uncovered the broken masonry behind on the crates. Natural instincts flooded through his consciousness and his paws began furiously digging into the topsoil, eventually creating a small tunnel under the bars which was wide enough to squeeze through. He emerged within moments of beginning and was immediately greeted by an unexpected weight dropping upon his shoulder blades, to which he panicked and began thrashing about.

“I might have underestimated you, you’re not completely useless after all.” two small hands grasped the fur around his shoulders and the impish creature’s legs hugged his mid-section. The tragic werewolf growled slightly as the cynical creature grabbed one of his pointed ears and pulled it backwards, stopping him completely and bringing about considerable discomfort. Link decided against fighting further, having realized her disrespect wasn’t about the change anytime soon. The impish creature relaxed herself where she was sitting before she continued “You’re going to have to cooperate and follow my instructions, there is somebody around here that me must speak with before making good with our escape. Proceed through the underground passageways and we’ll eventually come out around where we need to be going.”

Having been made completely speechless by his unexplained transformation, the liberated werewolf decided against confronting the arrogant little creature’s impatient demands and begrudgingly moved forward. The mischievous creature supported him through the underground waterways, the wretched creatures and miserable spirits severing as potential obstacles in different ways. Their unlikely partnership eventually brought them to the towering structure she had spoken of, which he found himself required to climb to the greatest dizzying heights. It was in passing through one of the adjacent windows that revealed they were in one of the guard towers surrounding an unfamiliar castle, surrounded by an unfamiliar skyline. Ominous black dots floated up from the ground everywhere, and the horizon was stained with an unnerving yellow, with random streaks of azure and violet appearing every so often. Although Link found himself suffering from shock, the impish creature almost seemed comforted by these abnormalities, casually leaning forward and sighing in admiration of this rather precarious happening.

Link became curious as she leaned forward on his wolfish scalp, becoming entranced before glancing down into those sapphire gemstones which allowed him eyesight “Isn’t the Twilight particularly lovely today?”

The exhausted werewolf called Link carefully jumped through another window following an exceptionally dangerous journey across the castle’s towering rooftops and scenic balconies. Those monstrous flying creatures which guarded these dizzying heights standing as evidence that something was terrible wrong. Their overall physique wasn’t anything comparable to anything he’d ever seen before and their haunting cries echoed into the distance like the bullhorn of some foreign invader. The ominous silhouettes of several different creatures could be seen wandering the grounds below, the savages barking instructions and emitting monstrous noises. Wherever the unfamiliar castle was located, there was little questioning that the these monsters had somehow managed to completely overrun the grounds. It was understandable that the transformed rancher moved forward with an established silence, attempting to avoid attracting attention while ascending the spiraling stairway. While these strangely paired individuals remained prepared for confrontation against the castle’s conquering occupants, the werewolf continued moving upwards to the cynical imp’s instructions.

The liberated werewolf and cynical creature eventually found themselves confronted by the imposing double doors which existed on the final steps of the spiraling stairway, the oversized deadbolt barricading the single bedroom which occupied the castle’s highest tower. The werewolf instinctively raised his shackled paw towards the door before scoffing at the pointlessness of the action, having discovered another downside to his transformation. Link growled slight at the impish creature’s giggling before boosting himself upwards against the doorway and opening the metallic deadbolt with his teeth, the doorway opening as his weight pressed against it. The werewolf stumbled slightly in maintaining his balance, the cynical creature securely grasping the matted fur around his muscular neck as he fought to correct himself. He instinctively began running his sapphire vision across the isolated bedchamber, remaining casual in noticing the lackluster furniture before suddenly sighting the lone figure which stood before the window.

The suspicious werewolf found himself growling at the mysterious stranger before him. The transformed rancher would have normally attempted to gather further information, but those animalistic instincts and the desperate situation had prepared the wayward soul to be brought against the monstrous inhabitants of this conquered fortress. The weight of the impish creature shifted lightly against his shoulder blades, the suspicious werewolf incapable of noticing the knowing smirk which had materialized upon her features. Her increasing amusement remained unheard as the stranger turned back towards the growling canine, two brilliant sapphire eyes silencing those savage growls.

Although the elaborate hooded cloak might have concealed the stranger’s overall physique and distinguishing features, what little remained visible around those beautiful sapphires screamed that this ominous individual was another human. A young woman that somehow remained unchanged under the mysterious influence of the lingering twilight which had already brought enough misfortune upon him. Everything suddenly made sense. The bedroom was securely locked from the outside and the chamber had slightly more furniture than the recently escaped dungeon. The circumstances suggested that she was being held prisoner by the savage inhabitants of the fortress, these thoughts remained inconclusive as the young woman suddenly glanced towards the cynical creature sitting on his back.

“Midna?” whispered the voice of the stranger, her tone resting somewhere between suspicion and disbelief as she addressed the impish creature which was straightening herself on his shoulder blades. Her distinguishing features remained hidden by the indigo scarf which rested under the hood, but her sapphire eyes continued illustrating her apparent discomfort with the situation. The werewolf glanced elsewhere for the slightest moment and discovered himself the object of her attention upon glancing back to the cloaked stranger. She seemed unimpressed before suddenly shifting under her cloak “Who is this? Would this be the one for whom you’ve been searching?”

“I realize that he’s probably not what either of us would have expected, but he’s going to have to do.” the cynical creature shrugged in response, revealing an apparent doubt as she fought to maintain balance upon the irritated werewolf’s shoulder blades. An almost dejected sigh escaping her lips as she leaned forward against his pointed ears “It isn’t like our situation has provided us many options.”

“I suppose not.” the cloaked woman breathed, her dignified attitude somehow remaining composed in the otherworldly situation which would have frightened lesser mortals into emotional breakdown and inevitable surrender. This mysterious young woman somehow remained steadfast in her courage and completely fearless of the situation, which would have probably explained her position as another prisoner. However, these surprisingly observations became uninteresting as the werewolf realized that their conversation was evolved almost entirely around him. He found himself becoming completely silent as their discussion continued, the werewolf beginning to become annoyed at his inability to participate in the conversation. He couldn’t question their reasons for hunting him down, or exactly what was happening.

The clicking of the dangling chain brought that cloaked female’s attention back toward Link, her sapphire eyes drawing in the broken shackle which remained locked around his left paw. “You were imprisoned?” she asked, although her voice lacked even the slightest amount of surprise. The young woman breathed heavily in the next moment, sighing before she resumed standing before the chamber’s window, wordlessly leering out across the twilight streaked landscape. Link found himself growing even more confused as his sarcastic partner presented nothing to shatter the silence. The werewolf eventually huffed in annoyance, remaining confused on so much common knowledge was beginning to create an uncomfortable pressure against his normally extensive patience.

“Poor little doggy.” Midna giggled before playfully scratching between the werewolf’s furry ears, this naturally insight another irritated growl from the transformed rancher “With everything that has been happening to him, he hasn’t the slightest clue as to where we are or what has been happening! Then again, you probably couldn’t expect much more from somebody dragging themselves from your southern provinces!”

“I suppose you’re situation deserves answers.” the cloaked woman breathed, kneeling slightly as the werewolf pricked his ears and slumped into a seated position, much to the annoyance of his impish partner. The woman composed herself before finally speaking, apparently discovering difficulty in putting the situation to spoken words “You might find the situation most difficult to believe, but you must understand that situation which has befallen our homeland. Following your capture in the southern province by those patrolling monsters, you’ve been transported into the deepest regions of the northern heartlands. You’re currently standing within the highest chamber of Hyrule Castle.”

The werewolf almost suffocated upon the irony of the situation, that this forsaken kingdom was where he was supposed to have been arriving for the annual summit within the next two evenings. The cloaked woman apparently noticed the shocked expression which must have crossed his wolfish features and took another deep breath. The impish creature adjusted herself as the female prisoner continued her depressing explanation of the recent developments “These forsaken grounds were once the blessed kingdom where the goddesses are rumored to have hidden their golden power, where people could work towards their dreams and slumber without the slightest concern upon their minds.”

The obsidian cloak subsides to reveal two silken white gloves which moved to grasp the lining of the shadowing hood, she then proceeded to draw back the obscuring hood and then removed the lavender scarf which had slightly muffled her voice and hidden the greater amount of her beautiful features. The werewolf found himself entranced as the shadows were removed from those sapphire gemstones and the young woman’s heavenly features were revealed, her familiar visage having been seen upon the pictographs which occasionally managed to appear in the southern provinces. Amongst several pieces of expensive-looking jewelry, there was an elaborate golden crown which rested upon beautiful young woman’s copper blonde hair, the shimmering stands stretched beyond her shoulders and managed in several classical braids. The werewolf breathed as the woman composed herself and whispered in that disheartened manner “I have been incapable of upholding my responsibilities as this kingdom’s governor and protector, I cannot allow our enemies to continue in whatever horrible designs they have plotted.”

“Princess Zelda.”

The stunned werewolf suddenly found himself dumbfounded, discovering an unprecedented amount of difficulty in processing the realization that he was presently standing before the same young woman who would someday inherit the throne of the northern kingdom. The warmhearted maiden who had become known for frequently walked amongst the commonwealth and offering her personal blessings to those valiant warriors who protected their beloved kingdom. The determined princess whose unrealized ambitions for the ancient kingdom wouldn’t proceed before consulting the concerns of those whom might be opposed. The mortal goddess whose unrivaled beauty had doubtlessly become familiar in the nocturnal illusions and farfetched fantasies of several hot-blooded young men, especially following the several doomed relationships which had occurred in recent years. Princess Zelda might have been something to almost everybody, but her standing amongst her subjects and soldiers meant absolutely nothing in that terrible moment. Before anything else, she was the unfortunate monarch of her father’s defeated country, serving as sworn regent while her warrior father was battling the barbarians which constantly threatened their northern boarders.

“You’d better keep talking, Princess.” Midna snickered, breaking the werewolf from his trance before leaning forward. “The poor thing isn’t the sharpest sword in the armory.” the mischievous imp illustrated her insulting claimed by painfully tapping her small fist against the structure of his cranium, further growling coming in response to her callous treatment.

Apparently believing herself obligated to the cynical creature, the beautiful princess proceeded in explaining everything which had happened within the ancient kingdom… The maiden explained the unexpected assault upon their spacious heartlands several weeks earlier, which was inevitably concluded with the inarguable defeat of their limited soldiers and the surrender of their princess. The regent princess continue speaking, enlightening the werewolf upon the antagonistic creature whom commands the monstrous hoards of the twilight realm and summoned the lingering twilight across their beloved kingdom to further their unrivaled domination. The princess continued in revealing that while caught under the shroud of the twilight, the inhabitants of her kingdom would become subject to the horrible creatures which followed their treacherous opponent. Which explained the timeless stillness of the spectral soldiers whom remained around the conquered fortress, paralyzed by the uncompromising terror which grasped their hearts.

“That monster’s influence continues spreading those lingering shadows across the kingdom, our entire world will eventually become eclipsed should our opponents remain unchallenged.” the princess murmured before standing and returning her attention to whatever lingered beyond the bedchamber’s barred window. The werewolf grunted slightly as the impish creature suddenly jumped from his back, floating alongside the princess and looking across the tainted horizon in shameless admiration. The defeated princess breathed heavily before donning the scarf and hood, those enclosing shadows once again concealing those beautiful features and those sapphire gemstones.

“I suppose that perpetual twilight would be rather difficult for some people, although I personally cannot understand your endless dedication to reclaim your horrendous light.” the cynical imp chuckled before glancing toward the unshaken princess, glancing backwards to the blue-eyed werewolf before speaking once more “Wouldn’t killing that bastard be much easier?”

“We don’t have time to argue, Midna.” the cloaked princess grumbled before turning towards the floating imp, who seemed somewhat stunned by such uncharacteristic directness “That wretched tyrant’s Shadow Beasts have been frantically searching the kingdom, those invaders have been pouring precious resources into tracking you down. Would you mind explaining this?”

“The situation is rather complicated,” the imp shrugged before smirking “But it’s nothing you should concern yourself over.”

“You shouldn’t be so arrogant, Midna, nor should you linger much longer.” the annoyed princess huffed before turning her undivided attention back toward the barred window, an ominous presence coming across the bedchamber before she could finish speaking. There was little question that her directness was spearheading the cynical imp “Those private guards will be making their rounds within the next several minutes. I’ve already explained everything you’ll need to understand and there is no time remaining to discuss the smaller details. You must leave immediately.”

The werewolf grunted as the cynical creature suddenly returned to her seated position upon his shoulder blades, grasping his steel-colored fur and roughly steering him back toward the bedchambers single entrance. The werewolf glanced back toward the depressed princess before resolving himself to follow her instructions, closing the double doors and sealing the deadbolt behind him before proceeding down the stairs. The doorway at the bottom of the spiraling staircase was creaking open and heavy footsteps clapped down upon the carved stone in the same moments the starcrossed partners moved through the same open window. The dedicated guards continued marching toward their prisoner’s chamber, those double doors being roughly slammed behind them in their passing. Several moments later, the impish intruder and liberated werewolf wouldn’t have been found anywhere upon those conquered grounds.

The werewolf would discover himself separated into countless segments of light and shadow before vanishing into an ominous portal created by his sarcastic partner. The swordsman would somehow remain in his twisted shape, even after somehow materializing just outside of the southern village, standing within the sparkling waters of the sacred fountain. The lingering twilight continued in their approach to his hometown and it suddenly became apparent that following those monsters that kidnaped his friends would need to be postponed. His insufferable partner remained hidden within his shadow, suggesting that certain items would need to be collected before proceeding back into those parasitic shadows. The werewolf never bothered arguing as the impish shadow called him her servant, completely understanding that nothing would be accomplished unless he offered his assistance. The werewolf eventually found himself moving toward the village, following his cynical partner’s demands to retrieve a proper broadsword and sturdy shield before proceeding further. Regardless of the incredible assignment which destiny had aggressively placed before him, his thoughts never once left his frightened friends.

“Don’t worry everyone. I haven’t forgotten about you. There are just bigger problems that need to be handled right now.”