LOZ: Mother of Twilight (Part 1):

This is going to be a multi-part, explicit only, epic focused around Link and his pregnant wife Midna. Much in the way of sex, pregnancy, and weight gain to follow. . .with some surprises along the way. 

Link caressed Midna's hair as they sat watching the sunset outside the village. The two sat outside their small house, somehow even smaller than the other cottages around them. Yet, it was a comfy place for the lovebirds. The pair sat on a swing that Link had hung up for them to rest on. Midna swung her impish legs since she was far too short to reach the ground. They were unable to stop moving in her impish form. She always had to be doing something. Be it twirling her fiery hair, kicking her feet, or twiddling her nimble fingers. The small, oddly shaped woman was adorable in her barely restrained hyperactivity. Yet, she could contain herself when necessary, such as romantic moments like these. She inched her diminutive form over to Link, her husband, and put a small hand on his thigh. The sun continued to dip below the evening clouds, showering the world with sunbeams of all colors and hues. Link pulled her in closer.

"Link. . .this is very nice." She chirped, hugging him with both arms. As Link felt her arms reach around his back he stiffened for a moment, still unused to romantic gestures. Really, any gesture that wasn't a prank, sass, or sarcasm from Midna was hard to comprehend. Yet, he had begun to learn more about her softer side, the part hidden just below the cutesy barbs and overly animated movements. Since deciding to say in the human world with him, Midna had permanently become an imp. Freed from the shackles that Gannondorf and Zant had placed upon her. She was free to let her wild, fiery hair fall freely. While the removal of her strange headpiece made her look a bit more normal, she was still obviously a creature of darkness, but it was an intoxicating sense of exoticness. Link found her enrapturing both her wit and her physical form. . .though he said little about it. “Thanks for everything.” Midna pressed her shorter body into Link’s.

Link said little but hugged back all the same once he got his composure. He was a man of few words, preferring action over aught else. He hugged back shyly, but then got a little adventurous with comfort. A hand slid down her exaggerated waist, cupping a small but palm filling buttock. Midna, imp form or not, made for a fetching looking woman. Yet, Link couldn't help but prefer her smaller, goofy form. She was an adorable sprite of darkness. "Woah, woah!" It was Midna's turn to sit upright, her strange hair pointing upwards jaggedly. "Hands where I can see them!" Link ignored her chirping, no longer falling for her verbal games. He rubbed her buttock, hands gliding over the smooth curves. She sighed, laying her head down onto his lap. She was tempted to purr or make some sort of noise, but found the restraint somehow. Sometimes it was nice to do little wifey things, without so much sass.

"You know, Link, I was nervous at first. . .but I'm coming to like this village and this form." She tapped her exposed hip. "The curves are strange but have their appeal. Don't you agree." She looked up, eager to see his agreement. She wasn't disappointed. He had a strong blush on his face, and she could feel a telltale swell in his britches. "Heeeheehee, why don't you show me how much you agree, Mr.Hero." She giggled, her heart thumping between her small breasts. Without saying anything, Link swooped Midna off her feet and carried her into the house. She wrapped her legs around his torso. The two kissed, with Midna pushing her small hands through Link’s long, blonde hair. Even her cynical, trickster nature couldn’t fully overpower her womanhood. There was something about making love to a blonde swordsman that made her heart thrum.

Link tossed his bride on their mattress, working quickly to undo his belt and trousers. “Come on, Hero! Surely a little clothing can’t stop you now.” Midna chided him, provoking further activity from Link. she lay on her side, hand draped over her large hip. Link, not caring for order, tossed his britches aside and crawled into bed. He kissed the dark shape laying seductively at the head of the bed whilst flipping her onto her back. Midna gasped as Link entered her. She had never felt like this before. Despite her sassy attitude and decades upon the earth, she was unused to physical intimacy. She grasped his arms, needing more stability. As an imp, she was so much smaller than Link. . .despite him being of regular size. She felt the bed rock underneath her with each pump of his hips. She was so startled at first that she could only gasp and breathe heavily. Link kept going, his strokes even but gentle. Midna felt herself growing wetter, excited in a way that she had never felt before. "Aahh. . .Link. . ." She finally managed to say, getting her bearings.

Becoming more comfortable, Midna reached up and put a small hand to Link's cheek, guiding him down to her lips. They kissed as they made love, souls united by passion as much as love. Midna had been kissed before by Link, but never quite like this. Her lips tingled with pleasure and electricity ran through her stone-gray skin. She leaned quickly though, adjusting to lovemaking as she had adjusted to her new form and life. "You're. . .ah. . .taking it easy. . .aaahh. . .on me!" Midna teased Link as their passion mounted. "Harder, harder!" She goaded him, her devilish nature once again coming out.  She wanted every bit of power and passion that Link could muster. "Haaa. . .aaahh. . .Li-Link!" Minda gasped and cried as she wriggled below her lover. Her back arched in pleasure, and she worked her hips in unison with Link's. She grasped the sheets below her, pulling them in excitent. She was elated, euphoric even. Link drove his cock into her harder and harder, showing his loving acquiescence to his diminutive wife.  Midna, exercising her magical powers, let her orange hair grow and stream out behind her.

The two lovers continued to fuck throughout the night, each expelling every bit of passion they had. Midna was filled over and over again, gladly accepting everything that link had to offer. She was tireless in her pursuit of him, wanting to use every bit of impish devilry she had to please and cajole him into further sex. Link, silent even in this task, obeyed his wife happily. The moon rose, its beams streaming in on the two lovers. Shrouded in blessed darkness, Link and Midna continued their lovemaking until finally they both collapsed from exhaustion.

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Link awoke late the next day, with the time approaching noon. He stretched in the bed, looking for his short wife. She was gone and his arm felt empty mattress covers instead. He was about to call out, when he heard her voice. "Well, Mr.Hero, you've certainly outdone yourself this time." Her voice was sultry.  . .yet mixed with another emotion he couldn't place. He heard her feet pattering on the floorboards as she came back into the bedroom.

Midna appeared in the doorway. More accurately, Midna's belly appeared in the door and was then followed by the rest of her. The diminutive imp was noticeably rounder in the middle, as if she had eaten a full course meal. As if she was. . . "It's kind of rude to do this to a girl on her first time." She cupped her belly lovingly. It pooched out, still small but undeniably pregnant. Link blinked, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "Guess we gotta play house now for real?" Midna asked, a radiant smile creeping over her face. She looked close to tears, her small fingers just caressing and patting her baby bump.

Link jumped out of the bed, falling over himself to reach Midna. Once there, he hugged her tightly and caressed her bump. The two held hands, one over the other with the bump below both. "Don't even think about asking me 'how'." Midna returned to her sassing, poking her taller husband in his chest. "I don't know or care. It's just nice that it's happening." She poked him two or three extra times for good measure, not that link minded. He was bewildered and speechless. . .but wasn't going to ruin the mood. Her point made, Midna hugged back and pressed her larger body into Link’s own lithe body. She was warm and round, her baby bump pressing into Link with a presence that befitted the domineering imp. Link ran a hand down her side, feeling the soft swell outwards. “Oh Link, this is pretty wonderful though. . .isn’t it?” Midna asked, expressing a softness that she rarely showed. Link, rather than waste words on an answer, held her tighter, kissed her cheek, and used one of his arms to caress the small of her back. The two held each other, excited for what was to come.

--- Some Time Later ---

Link lounged, spread out over the bed he and Midna shared. It was warm, still containing the heat of two people though Midna had long since rolled her chubby, pregnant body out of the bed. Link, ever the hard sleeper, couldn’t be sure when but he remembered her whispering to him. “Uuugh. . .not again . . .cravings.” Her little voice had sounded through the dark of their marital room. Link then felt the bed shudder as the little imp tried to hop and roll her way out. Midna was getting bigger quicker. Midna seemed to expand by the day, her short body getting packed fuller with children and mommy weight. The progeny-laden imp had developed a waddle a week and a half into her pregnancy, having to take slow steps whilst cradling her massive stomach in both hands. The waddle had only gotten more pronounced as the days went on. Midna had started to lean back, trying to balance for her changing center of gravity. Her short legs trying to compensate for the weight placed upon it. While those were the most obvious changes, there were certainly others taking place.

A soft thudding drew Link out of his dreams, bringing him to that halfway place between sleep and wakefulness. Midna was returning to bed. Pregnancy had swapped her light, tapping, skipping footfalls and replaced them with a dedicated thump. The dark imp had always had a funny way of walking, almost more like a skip; another demonstration of how wonderfully strange the interaction between her otherworldly body and the natural world was. Yet, currently, Midna was quite grounded to earth. Thumph, whumph. Link felt the steps rather than seeing his wife move, still too ensconced in drowsiness to perceive fully what was happening around him. “Liiiinnnkk. . .huuuussband. . .” Midna’s quiet, chirpy voice sounded above her slow, waddling footsteps. She came closer to the bed and Link felt the footfalls even more plainly. The distance from door to bed was short for someone like Link, but it was another matter to the pregnant shortstack. Midna’s footsteps and whispers grew in volume as she approached. “I can’t believe you went back to sleep, what if I needed you, hero-boy?” she asked with mock incredulity. Midna bordered on helpless. . .but had not completely fallen into that camp. A few more steps and she had arrived at the bed, as evidenced by the heavy THUWMP that shook and rocked the frame. Link’s eyes opened as he finally felt the large shake on the bed, either Midna’s rump or belly had hit the soft mattress. There was a brief moment of silence, though it was broken with a soft: “Help your tiny wife into bed.” from the beleaguered pregnant woman.

Link rubbed the sleep from his eyes and leaned over and looked at his wife. She was a dark shape against a darker background, lit only because of the bit of luminosity that came off of her fiery hair. She stood barely tall enough to heave her gravid stomach onto the bed. It was quite the stomach. Fuller and rounder than anyone had a right to be, Midna looked like she was transforming into Link’s ball and chain weapon. Her stomach dominated her diminutive body, giving her a spherical appearance. Yet, there was a thick roll of stomach fat forming under her baby bump. The imp had been expanding with fat almost as much as she had been from the children resting within her. Her disproportionately large head no longer looked quite so out of place, even with the addition of a second chin. Though he couldn’t see them, Link knew that there were a pair of fat hips that lay below the line of the mattress. Giving a sleepy nod, Link scooted towards the edge of the bed. “You know, it’s unfair that I have to get up and get my own treats. A reeeaaaallll husband would do it for me.” Midna’s little fingers poked Link in the chest as he reached the edge of the bed. Her arms jiggled as she moved and gestured with them. Her animated demeanor seemed even funnier now that she jiggled with every movement, an extra emphasis on her already wild movements. The legendary hero simply rubbed his wife on the head, rather than spending unnecessary words. Obviously, the gesture was appreciated, because he heard his imp-wife purr. Content that he had sated his mouthy lover, Link swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

Midna’s fat, bouncy rump was immediately obvious. She had a gorgeous, round ass and Link had the lucky pleasure of seeing it unclothed most of the time. Despite her form becoming more seductive with her curves, Midna still refused to wear clothing. She had once remarked “Imps have no need for petty human garb!” to a rather rude woman in the street. To further make her point, she had pulled on an eyelid and stuck her tongue out. Midna had further made her point by turning and smacking her ass several times for good measure. Link later had a visit from the village elder. Though Link had been forced to do community service for his wife’s public displays of lewdness, the point had been made and few people bothered the curvaceous pregnant woman again. Good thing too, Midna’s ass had only exploded in size after. Were she only a little taller, the black furred creature of darkness could sit on anyone who spoke ill of her enormous posterior. It was perhaps best then that she had not gotten any taller, Link knew his capricious wife couldn’t be trusted with that level of power. Though, he thought watching her cheeks roll back and forth as she waited for his help, it might not be that bad. With her large tummy balanced on the bed, she was free to move a bit more freely. Her hammy ass cheeks clapped and bounced against one another as she hummed and waited. Link, deprived of sleep and taunted by his wife’s curves, had a hard time focusing. To help remind him, Midna gave a sassy little snap and drug her loverboy back to the present.

“You just love making me wait, don’t you.” Link blinked and caught Midna’s eyes. She blushed and gave an almost embarrassed smirk. She had been less able to hide her feelings behind snark lately. Something about becoming a mother was softening her. Often she seemed to vacillate between sentimental and sardonic. Link blew a puff of air and approached his fat, pregnant wife. He bent down, hands sliding along her body looking for a good handhold. He couldn’t help but tease her a bit, bouncing a love handle once or twice. Instinctively, Midna leaned forward and stuck her rear out. It was a favorite move of hers, something she had loved doing when her butt had simply been pert and a little bigger than average. Link, also acting on instinct, shook his sleep pants off. He pressed his naked body to hers, so much taller and bigger, though Midna was closing that gap rapidly. “No fair! I need help. . .not. . .wifey stuff.” She ended her sentence in a confused mumble, demonstrating the afore mentioned swings in temperament. Link, reading through her smoke signals, bent his wife over just a little bit more. She was primed for further romance, biting her lip in expectation. She broke her form only to whisper “Fine, fine! A quick one. . .but be gentle though.”  Midna was an emotional puzzlebox. However, what most people found confusing and more than a little frustrating, Link enjoyed. Soon, he was pumping away, his short wife to gyrating in time on the bed.

Soon, Midna was moaning and mewling, making little gasps as Link thrust deeper between her bulging asscheeks. She put her roly-poly arms on the bed, pressing her swelling breasts together. While not huge, yet anyway, they were becoming more noticeable. Filled with fat and milk, she was developing a real woman’s chest; rather than the hint of one that had existed before. Midna felt more womanly than ever, especially as Link fucked her from behind. She felt the clap of her ass over his cock and pelvis. It was easy to forget that she was a sexual being when existing as a silly little imp. Few would see her as anything other than a little stuffed animal that spoke and bossed people around. Not Link though. He loved her through and through. Though she would not say it with words, she would give everything to him. Likewise, as he continued to force her up onto the bed with his passionate lovemaking, she would take everything he had to give. “Aaahh, deeper. . .harder. . .hero-boy.” She gasped the words out, stroking her fat stomach with a free hand. Her fingers traveled over her baby bump, feeling the fat that was building. An extra thrill of excitement ran through her, thinking about what the future held.