Although Link and Midna had engaged in passion before, Link still held some reservations about their relationship. Was he moving too fast? What would Ilia and the villagers think? And would a romance between a Hylian and a Twili be allowed to flourish? Normally, since Link was so preoccupied with his journey, he could push these doubts aside. After all, nobody concerns themselves with romance while foraging for food or fighting on a battlefield. But during his journey, something new came up for the duo: a stop. Normally, Link and Midna were always preoccupied with a task, only ever stopping to eat or sleep. But this was different. Stuck at the Kakariko inn, the region received its first rain in months. And did the torrent make up for the lost time! Stepping outside in these conditions was suicidal. The nearest doctor was miles away. Getting a cold, or possibly a pneumonia from the rain would be a death sentence without medicine. The traveling heroes would have to wait at the abandoned inn.
	Since the village was so empty, Link managed to have the inn to himself and Midna. This would be the longest they had ever been alone. Link wasn’t sure what to really do with himself in this situation. Midna took lead and started exploring the abandoned inn, hoping to find something to stave off boredom. She thoroughly examined the dusty cupboards and chests for items of importance. Some bottles of liquids, books she didn’t understand the writing of, and a few small clay figurines. As she dug around on shelves, she saw Link sitting in contemplation. She broke the silence by asking “Link? You’ve been so quiet ever since we got here.” Link continued to blankly stare and said “Well, we’ve never been together this long before. We’ve been here all morning.” “What do you mean? We haven’t really been apart since I found you in your cell.” Link turned and said “In peace, I meant. I haven’t really had much time to think about just you. At least, not since that night we had.” Midna was intrigued by his words and asked “What is there to think about? Didn’t you say you loved me?”. Link nodded, but continued with “Well, I’m pretty sure I love you. But it all felt so fast. Are two lovers supposed to just do everything at once like that?” Midna tilted her head in curiosity as he continued “When I see other couples, such as Rusl and Uli, I see many things. I see them kiss, I see them hold hands. I see him rub her shoulders.” “So, are you afraid we’re not in love like those other people are? Is that your only concern?” Link nodded. Midna then said, “So then, why don’t you do something about it?” Midna’s blunt speech never ceased to surprise Link. He wanted to do something. Something that was more than just a sensation of pleasure for him. But what to do? Link was hopelessly clueless with romance. Him doing what he said earlier was only something he saw others do, not something he felt in his heart. 
Midna, catching on to his anxiety at the situation then remembered what she had seen on the shelves earlier. She looked through the bottles, and she saw just what she needed. Skin cream. “Well then, Link,” Midna whispered “you said you saw Rusl rub his wife’s shoulders, didn’t you? I could really use that right now. I haven’t been pampered in a long time.” Midna handed Link the bottle of skin cream and laid on the table close to the fireplace. “Come on big guy. Show me what you can do with your strong hands.” Link was baffled by this turn of events. But he saw how confident Midna was in her decision, and he looked through the window. The rain poured even harder than earlier. There was no escape, and he had nothing better to do. Is this really how I’m supposed to show her I love her? It just seems like she wants it to feel good. He held his judgment back when he remembered a time as a child, Ilia rubbed medicine on Link’s wounds. He remembered the affection he felt, and how it calmed him. He knew this journey couldn’t be easy for Midna, either. While she didn’t fight as much as Link did, she was every bit as instrumental. She was nearly killed by the light spirit. She also held guilt for Zelda’s sacrifice. Link berated his selfishness and realized she needed comfort as well.
Link grabbed the bottle and opened the ***. “So Midna, what do I do with this? Do I pour it on your back and bandage it up?” The closest thing he had ever done to this was brush his horse’s hair. He was truly clueless. “No Link, you pour it on my back, but you don’t bandage it. You rub it into my skin with your hands. It’s supposed to relieve muscle tightness.” Link sighed as took off his gloves. He saw her petite frame and wasn’t sure what to do. She did say to pour it on her back, so he started by pouring it there. Midna felt the cool cream pool on her spine, it already felt relaxing. She told him, “Now, take both of your hands, and spread it over my entire back. It should reach all the way from my shoulders to my bottom.” Link took his hands, and rather inelegantly used the sides of his hands to spread it, like how a trowel spreads mortar. Midna berated him on this. “I don’t want to feel the hard sides of your hands! I want to feel your soft, full palms. Link took a step back and admired her, laying on the table.
	When Link and Midna first succumbed to mutual desire, the circumstances were different. When they first had ***, the pair were two lonely adults who had needs and sought comfort in the other. While they achieved what they wanted, everything seemed to happen so quickly. Link didn’t observe her body in a such quiet detail. And yet her she was, laying still and willing to receive his hands. He gazed at her small, delicate figure. Her ribcage slowly expanded and contracted in rhythm with her relaxed breathing. It reminded Link of how alive she was. The slowness contrasted greatly with her typically animated, hyperactive demeanor. The black shadows concealing her body faded somewhat at points the fireplace illuminated. Midna’s smooth, pale skin was highlighted by the tiniest of delicate peach hairs, not even half the size of the smallest eyelash. Link noted how refined and exact her body was. He saw his own hands. They were calloused, and had hairs, scars, and wrinkles. Midna was smoother than a silk sheet over her entire body. Link couldn’t take his eyes away her and didn’t know where to even start rubbing.
	Midna broke the silence with ”Link? This cream is going to dry up if you don’t rub it. Could you start by my shoulders?” Link regained focus and put his hands on her shoulders. He noticed the difference in power between his hands and her neck. Link could snap the imp in two if he so desired. This fact didn’t phase her at all. She was completely relaxed. Link understood the level of trust this required on her part. In fact, he began to realize that by submitting so brazenly, she was the one in control of the situation. Still, he respected her command and placed his palms around her shoulders and began kneading his fingers into her tight muscles. Midna let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. Link stopped, noticing the sudden rush of arousal jolting through his body.  He continued, and felt her shoulders quietly sink into the table. The sensation of the oily cream against her soft skin felt good on his hands, as well. Individual fingers received waves of comfort through his rubbing. Link continued this, until the cream on her shoulders mostly faded away. He moved onto her back, placing his thumbs along her spine, moving his hands up and down. As he rubbed, the bumps of her individual ribs briefly elevated his fingers. Her back was smooth to the highest degree. Link loved the repetitive motions, which were equally relaxing for him. The tips of his fingers barely felt the sides of her *******, which were pressed against the tablecloth. Midna felt this and hated the teasing. Link refrained from touching them, as he did not wish to arouse himself.
	Midna then propped her upper body with her arms. She looked at Link with the corner of her eye, and asked him “Why aren’t you rubbing them?” Link was startled by this interrogation. “What do you mean?”, he weakly retorted. “You know exactly what I mean, Link. Rub my ******* as well. There’s still plenty of oil.”. Link decided not to protest and figured he would just not think about it. He applied more oil to his hand and tried to think of her ******* as just normal skin. This task was impossible for him. The rest of her skin was certainly soft, but her ******* were exquisite. They were as lambskin bags filled with the freshest honey. The reverberations of her heartbeat were given a perfect conduit through the fatty tissue. They moved so seamlessly he could not even rub them, as much as he merely shifted them around. Her small, rubbery nipples slowly hardened in his palms. Midna once again moaned in pleasure. This was too much for Link now. He knew arousal was absolutely a goal of hers. While Link certainly had to physical means to act upon said arousal, his conscience forbade him from once again rushing.
	Link pulled his hands out from under her, and once again focused on her back. The heat from the fireplace had caused her skin to form small beads of sweat. Mixed in with the cream, a gleaming, oily shine now covered most of her backside. This made Link realize just how hot he now was. He threw off his tunic and undershirt onto a nearby chair. Midna heard the noise and had a small chuckle. “You can take off more than that, big guy.”. Link decided to keep the rest of his clothes on. He did, however, loosen his pants, which began to feel tight against him. Link spread the oily sweat across Midna’s back. There was so much sweat mixed in with cream that Link could not really rub it in any deeper. The mixture merely moved around on her back. Link looked for a dry spot and saw her posterior had been neglected. He knew Midna would just ask him to rub her bottom anyway. And so, Link started to spread the mixture on the top of her buttocks without hesitation.
	This is what Midna really wanted from Link. Being transformed into an imp made Midna highly self-conscious about her body. She hated how her once tall stature was now shorter than some of the larger village children. She hated how her sharp, noble facial features became rounded and pudgy. She hated how her bountiful, voluptuous ******* became almost juvenile nubs. The part of her body she did not mind, was her bottom. Her butt kept a beautiful hip contrast, with full-bodied curves. Yet it did not sag, nor have wrinkles. It was a perfect butt, with energy and perkiness. She knew that Link was too much of a gentleman to gawk at her backside, like some hormonal teenager. But now Link had no choice. He would have to admire her proudest, most feminine feature. And to that, he did. Her buttocks were just as soft as her *******, but were much more satisfying to rub. Her ******* merely shifted around in Link’s hands. He could not truly grab onto them. To contrast, Midna’s buttocks had toned muscle underneath. Link could do more than merely displace them. He felt the full volume of them by pressing his thumbs in the crease betwixt her buttocks and her thighs. He then kept his thumbs in place, while reaching his fingers as far forward as he could and digging in. The sense of bounty and prosperity felt can only be recreated by grasping an overflowing satchel of the finest rupees.
	Midna, the princess former loved every sensation. She was reminded of how her maidservants would cater to her every wish. Although they would never do something as intimate as this. She felt so desirable, being caressed at such a crass location. While she was clean from bathing in the nearby springs prior to the rain, it was still her posterior. She had often told nobles she didn’t like in mockery that they should kiss it. Now Midna hoped her bottom really would be kissed. Midna began to moan once again, and Link began to feel arousal stew to the point of anxiety. He discarded his belt and his trousers, standing over her in complete nakedness. Link thought to himself “This is enough. That I can be ***** with her, and her ***** with me, is enough. I now know that I really do love her, and that I want her for more than just my male desire. But I also know my passion entices me to further pursue her. I have wants, and to what good reason do I refute them? I never want to leave her, even if I never step into Ordon again.” While Link knew Midna wanted him the first-time having intercourse, he still had some lingering guilt that his physical action hurt her. Link wanted to make sure she was completely ready before he would again engage in ***.
	He learned over and softly kissed her neck. Midna reciprocated by turning her head in a way that allowed more kisses. She knew that this is what Link wanted, passion that stemmed from romance. And considering the treatment she received, she had no objections to his desire. Link once again massaged her bottom, both cheeks glistening from the cream. But this time, Link turned his fingers inward, spreading both buttocks apart. He rubbed the inner parts of her rear cleavage, until no friction was between her cheeks. Link’s fingers lightly brushed the small hole at the bottommost portion. Link took a deep whiff from within her butt. The faintest of stench was found but was mostly concealed by the mixture of sweat and cream. Link wasn’t repelled by this. Rather, the opposite effect took over him. Link took Midna’s legs and spread them from each other. 
	While Midna had a lot of control over Link in this situation, she was aroused much earlier then she wanted. With her legs spread apart, she could no longer conceal the fact that she was sopping wet, and craving release. Secretions practically oozed out of her vagina, and a blast of heat hit Link’s hands. Link saw this and decided to toy with her just a bit. Midna was so passive the whole time she sat on the table, giving no more than small commands or shifting slightly. Now he wished to hear her ask for him with explicit want. Link rubbed not her vagina directly, but instead her inner thigh and pubic mound. Midna hated this and spoke up immediately. “What are you doing, Link?” “I haven’t rubbed this part yet”, he coyly replied. Midna began to shake a little, her body demanding satisfaction. He started to rub some of the cream on his chest and groin without her noticing. “Can’t you skip that and give me what I so obviously want?” Link used much restrain to avoid laughing. Still, a large smile on his face crept out when he said “A massage? What you asked for?” Midna was furious and propped her bottom up by dragging her knees forward across the table. “NO! I want this! Give it to me now!” Midna couldn’t take any more torment and started stroking two fingers inside her vagina. They weren’t nearly enough to please her, but she needed something. 
	Link responded by climbing on the table and placing his knees between her knees. He then wrapped his lower legs around hers so that the leg pair were interlocked. Midna was horny enough to grab Link’s penis herself and insert it directly inside of her. Link fell directly into her so that the two bodies spooned each other. Midna immediately let out a gasp of pleasure, already nearing orgasm. Midna’s slick back glided effortlessly against Link’s newly lubricated stomach, and she did the work herself. A couple of quick thrusts and she achieved a light orgasm. While not as intense as the first time they made love, the climax still felt incredible for both. Link felt a warm, pulsating constriction around his genitals pulling him deep into her. Midna experienced a great wave of pleasure shooting throughout her body. Finally, a form of relief for her. Still, that was far too quick to fully satisfy her. Link hadn’t even moved yet. He saw just how pathetic she looked underneath him when she thrust herself to get sexual release. Still, this is exactly what he desired. More than just physical nakedness. He was ***** whenever he was a wolf. Midna was ***** the entire journey, only being concealed by shadow tricks. He desired emotional nakedness. Midna was entirely humiliated in her position, wanting *** to such extremes. Still, she didn’t apologize to Link. She didn’t try to explain it away. She just focused on catching her breath. As she caught her breath, once again her habit of urinating slightly from orgasm caused a minute trickle of *** and vaginal secretions to dribble down her leg. At least it was on the table, and not the bed.
	Midna blushed from shame and turned away. She truly had no dignity in this situation. Link laughed, but not in a way to demean her. He laughed from joy, seeing how honest the situation became. They were a wet, oily mess on top of a table. He kissed her neck and her cute long ears. She looked at him and sheepishly smiled, still in embarrassment over her humiliation. This time, Link grabbed her hands and thrust deep into her. Midna was still recovering from her prior orgasm but didn’t stop him. The solution of sweat and skin cream provided excellent lubrication for movement. The thrust was accomplished perfectly. Link then thrust deeper. The warmth, wetness, and tightness of her vagina was exquisite. The smell of these fluids mixed with her vaginal fluids created a heavy, sensual musk that enraptured the whole room. Combined with the heat of the fireplace and the almost deafening pour of rain, the scene was a hot, delirious daze of ecstasy. 
	Link’s hips beckoned to the deep of her body. The slick, tight warmth of her insides drove him wild. Midna was tired from both the full body massage and not fully recovering from the previous orgasm. She was hardly active at this point and flopped as a cloth doll. She didn’t mind submitting fully to him. In a way, the loss of control felt exciting to her. Any stimulation of pleasure and joy would be a complete surprise to her. Her pleasure would derive from Link’s actions, not her own. Being shaken back and forth in a glorious frenzy, tiredness and light asphyxia brought forth a tremendous contraction to her uterus. This time, the warm pulsation of orgasm reached through her entire body. Her lungs were exhausted from panting, but she managed to let forth a delightfully girlish squeal. As this happened, Midna’s squeezing vagina felt like it could suck Link’s very soul in. He came forth with a powerful emission that was felt all the way to his thighs. After nearly blacking out from pleasure, Link regained his vision. He began to slowly breath. 
	The pair were panting out of exhaustion, and slowly looked at the scene they had created. Both lovers were soaked with the mixture of massage cream and sweat. The tablecloth being knelt on was an atrocious mess. A thick stew of hot semen and vaginal lubricant slowly oozed out from the still conjoined genitals. Midna had no energy left to even move. Link slowly backed out of Midna, with the sexual fluids creating a short bridge between the relaxing organs. He held her stomach closely to him and picked her up. Midna could barely keep her eyes open. Drool, sweat, and semen dribbled over Link’s arm as he held her. He was too tired to care about the mess and focused mostly on not stumbling. Link then lightly fell onto a nearby sofa with Midna still in his arms. The pair fell asleep near instantly together. Though they were both *****, the heat from the fireplace and their bodies provided plenty of warmth. The still-pouring rain drowned out the sounds of snoring, while the sleep was the type of sleep that is warm blackness, providing no dreams.