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Beckoning Harem Midna - Gangstargab
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34097037/ *
Long live Harem Midna.
A rather sordid yet very fun creation of mine was Midna in her imp form, dressed in harem attire/a bedlah. Drawn by many artists and linked to a whole storyline, I just can't get enough of this little cutie clad in the best kind of attire. In a moment of self-indulgence (aren't they all?), I went to ganstargab for a depiction of her in flat colors and she did justice to this wild albeit very neat concept.
If you like this and wanna support Ganstargab, you can do so via two ways.
1 - With her Patreon account. https://www.patreon.com/gangstargab
2 - By commissioning her on Vgen. https://vgen.co/GangstarGab
Now, who is the lucky one who gets to see this and why is it Link? Read on and find out!
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IMP-ROBABLE RESISTANCE
Link didn't quite remember much of the last few...hours? Days?
He had been turned into a wolf somehow, captured and then...then he was outside, resting up near a campfire. Had someone rescued him? Had he gotten out himself? He couldn't quite tell. His memories were blurry, faulty to a point as the vague recollection of a rider, a small woman, a fiery hand and of digging and jumping did come back to him, yet nothing much besides that. The fire was warm, the night sky could be seen upwards and he was still furred and on four legs...so the situation had changed yet not by much. At least not as much as he could obviously tell.
He seemed injured, left to his own device and yet he knew that making a fire in this form would be nigh impossible. This body still felt alien to him, his longer maw, his claws, the hind legs, all was a bit too strange for the left-handed swordsman as he looked around. His enhanced sense of smell picked up the cinders and ash from the fire, the trees and leaves, even a few bugs. There was one scent somewhat nearby which was strange to him, both feminine, slightly monstrous yet perfumed. His own instincts told him all that, improved due to his wolfish disposition as he got up and prepared himself for a possible fight.
“What's up with you? Don't you recognize your sweet mistress?” a figure said, small and floating as while his eyesight was better, it didn't quite make it so darkness wasn't still an issue. It was a womanly voice, though perhaps the tone of smugness and the mischief in those intonations put him on the defensive. His struggle with his memories not helping, she approached nonetheless as this was a most peculiar kind of creature he was contending with. “Down, boy. You need your sleep.”
Although he doesn't like to talk when in human form, his beastly shape does not really change things as his brow change, he snarls and growl at this upcoming imp. His fangs are bare, he is ready to pounce though once she comes into view in a truer fashion, not through silhouettes in the darkness but near the fire, she is strangely comely. Dressed in attire which seems to correspond to the extinct and near-legendary Gerudos, her teal bedlah is composed of puffy pantaloons, a small top, a semi-opaque facial veil alongside a small amount of jewelry. The way this highlight her petite though curvy figure does make him feel conflicted, though only for a moment as no matter how uncanny and unexpected her appeal is, her condescending approach to him does not reassure Link.
“Ah, I should have figured this wouldn't last eternally. Serves me right for not reinforcing your state before looking for firewood,” the imp says, more annoyed than intimidated by Link's action as despite her shorter stature does she seem to tower over him. She looks down on him, both literally and figuratively as her long fiery hair extends, a hand created at its extremity. Big fingers emerge, formed through magic before they then run gracefully on her midsection, her exposed stomach seemingly smooth and shiny as this prompts her to roll her stomach into lazy yet lascivious undulations. “Best get down to it now. Watch closely~”
The fingers somehow grabbed his attention, guiding his gaze until he noticed those rather intricate yet bizarrely sensual motions she made. A small dance with her belly, unusual yet intriguing as one finger kept on doing a come hither motion while she went from top to bottom, then bottom to top with her undulations. Changing the direction and pace of those rolls with her stomach, she also went on to occasionally do either a slow or rapid twirl of her hips, prompting for Link to look deeper as soon enough was his aggression gone in favor of curiosity, then light fascination.
“Good boy. You don't wanna harm the pretty lady, right? You just want to watch her dance like this, so beautifully, just before your eyes~” the woman went on to say, this unassuming floating damsel of impish appearance. The stone crown hiding one of her eye, the fiery hair, the silver and black flesh, those pointed ears...all in tandem with this dancing ensemble as without meaning to did Link hyperfixate on her midriff. Those surprisingly ample and flexible hips only served to make that skin stretch and roll, becoming taut and then slightly pudgy with each motions. The epicenter of this, her navel, drank the light emerging from the campfire, a glowing little flesh jewel amidst this performance as Link focused heavily on that, forgoing everything else. “Yes, you love this very much, don't you? It helps you concentrate and remember your place~”
Somehow it did. Her voice felt familiar, comforting, that dance not just arousing but tethering him to a reality that felt alien to him. He could remember her, her role, her dance, her beauty, her name...Midna. Yes, she was the one who saved him from captivity, the guiding light, she who knew things. Her belly had been imprinted in his mind, her dance into his fantasies, how could he forget? The further he stared at her smooth belly and nice hourglass figure, at that bottomless and attractive navel did he sink further into the truth of who she was and what he was to her. He had committed himself to her...as both her steed, protector and...and slave.
“Yes, I can see it dawns on you now. You'd be lost without me, remember? You love me~” Midna said, the swirls of silver, black, gold and teal in his eyes telling of how he fell for her technique yet again. Link's tail was wagging, his defensive stance switched into a more subservient and receptive one as he sat on his hind legs. As she got closer, letting him sniff out her dominant scent, her navel was near his snout as she smirked, her hypnotic dance rendering him as helpless and servile as before, to her wicked glee and satisfaction. “You love your mistress~”
That's what she was. This made so much more sense as suspicion was extinguished in his psyche in favor of what she had put in there. He belonged to her, needed her to return to his previous form, ought feel nothing but gratitude and adoration for her guidance and help. The lovely imp and her charming disposition...already he was eager to feel her sitting on his back, to hear her instructions and to follow them as the darkness around them was swallowed within that midsection, his attention absorbed by her navel and his growing elation and fascination for it.
“Now be a good little wolf and lick there. It make me a bit sweaty to dance, you know?” Midna said, her hair hand pointing at her belly as Link slowly approached, then cleaned it with his tongue. It was a touch ticklish, yet the sheer symbolism of his obedience more than made up for it as this was exciting for her too, the rush of dominance certainly not getting lower anytime soon as this fearsome being was subjected to her whims and will, entirely enamored with its current mental state and her appearance. “Now go back to sleep and dream of me. We have a lot of road to travel tomorrow.”
Thus did Link's short-lived confusion died down as he rested up on the ground, closing his eyes as instructed. His tail still wagging, the warmth of the fire lingering, it was truly the warmth of sensuality and the absolute beauty of mistress Midna which rendered him comfortable and happy. Dreaming of her, seeing her dance in his semi-conscious projections did he get lulled back into a trance as his own surrender to her regained in strength and vigor. Tomorrow would be another day and he'd need all the rest and energy he could muster.
All to serve his imp mistress, the great Midna.
Long live Harem Midna.
A rather sordid yet very fun creation of mine was Midna in her imp form, dressed in harem attire/a bedlah. Drawn by many artists and linked to a whole storyline, I just can't get enough of this little cutie clad in the best kind of attire. In a moment of self-indulgence (aren't they all?), I went to ganstargab for a depiction of her in flat colors and she did justice to this wild albeit very neat concept.
If you like this and wanna support Ganstargab, you can do so via two ways.
1 - With her Patreon account. https://www.patreon.com/gangstargab
2 - By commissioning her on Vgen. https://vgen.co/GangstarGab
Now, who is the lucky one who gets to see this and why is it Link? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * *
IMP-ROBABLE RESISTANCE
Link didn't quite remember much of the last few...hours? Days?
He had been turned into a wolf somehow, captured and then...then he was outside, resting up near a campfire. Had someone rescued him? Had he gotten out himself? He couldn't quite tell. His memories were blurry, faulty to a point as the vague recollection of a rider, a small woman, a fiery hand and of digging and jumping did come back to him, yet nothing much besides that. The fire was warm, the night sky could be seen upwards and he was still furred and on four legs...so the situation had changed yet not by much. At least not as much as he could obviously tell.
He seemed injured, left to his own device and yet he knew that making a fire in this form would be nigh impossible. This body still felt alien to him, his longer maw, his claws, the hind legs, all was a bit too strange for the left-handed swordsman as he looked around. His enhanced sense of smell picked up the cinders and ash from the fire, the trees and leaves, even a few bugs. There was one scent somewhat nearby which was strange to him, both feminine, slightly monstrous yet perfumed. His own instincts told him all that, improved due to his wolfish disposition as he got up and prepared himself for a possible fight.
“What's up with you? Don't you recognize your sweet mistress?” a figure said, small and floating as while his eyesight was better, it didn't quite make it so darkness wasn't still an issue. It was a womanly voice, though perhaps the tone of smugness and the mischief in those intonations put him on the defensive. His struggle with his memories not helping, she approached nonetheless as this was a most peculiar kind of creature he was contending with. “Down, boy. You need your sleep.”
Although he doesn't like to talk when in human form, his beastly shape does not really change things as his brow change, he snarls and growl at this upcoming imp. His fangs are bare, he is ready to pounce though once she comes into view in a truer fashion, not through silhouettes in the darkness but near the fire, she is strangely comely. Dressed in attire which seems to correspond to the extinct and near-legendary Gerudos, her teal bedlah is composed of puffy pantaloons, a small top, a semi-opaque facial veil alongside a small amount of jewelry. The way this highlight her petite though curvy figure does make him feel conflicted, though only for a moment as no matter how uncanny and unexpected her appeal is, her condescending approach to him does not reassure Link.
“Ah, I should have figured this wouldn't last eternally. Serves me right for not reinforcing your state before looking for firewood,” the imp says, more annoyed than intimidated by Link's action as despite her shorter stature does she seem to tower over him. She looks down on him, both literally and figuratively as her long fiery hair extends, a hand created at its extremity. Big fingers emerge, formed through magic before they then run gracefully on her midsection, her exposed stomach seemingly smooth and shiny as this prompts her to roll her stomach into lazy yet lascivious undulations. “Best get down to it now. Watch closely~”
The fingers somehow grabbed his attention, guiding his gaze until he noticed those rather intricate yet bizarrely sensual motions she made. A small dance with her belly, unusual yet intriguing as one finger kept on doing a come hither motion while she went from top to bottom, then bottom to top with her undulations. Changing the direction and pace of those rolls with her stomach, she also went on to occasionally do either a slow or rapid twirl of her hips, prompting for Link to look deeper as soon enough was his aggression gone in favor of curiosity, then light fascination.
“Good boy. You don't wanna harm the pretty lady, right? You just want to watch her dance like this, so beautifully, just before your eyes~” the woman went on to say, this unassuming floating damsel of impish appearance. The stone crown hiding one of her eye, the fiery hair, the silver and black flesh, those pointed ears...all in tandem with this dancing ensemble as without meaning to did Link hyperfixate on her midriff. Those surprisingly ample and flexible hips only served to make that skin stretch and roll, becoming taut and then slightly pudgy with each motions. The epicenter of this, her navel, drank the light emerging from the campfire, a glowing little flesh jewel amidst this performance as Link focused heavily on that, forgoing everything else. “Yes, you love this very much, don't you? It helps you concentrate and remember your place~”
Somehow it did. Her voice felt familiar, comforting, that dance not just arousing but tethering him to a reality that felt alien to him. He could remember her, her role, her dance, her beauty, her name...Midna. Yes, she was the one who saved him from captivity, the guiding light, she who knew things. Her belly had been imprinted in his mind, her dance into his fantasies, how could he forget? The further he stared at her smooth belly and nice hourglass figure, at that bottomless and attractive navel did he sink further into the truth of who she was and what he was to her. He had committed himself to her...as both her steed, protector and...and slave.
“Yes, I can see it dawns on you now. You'd be lost without me, remember? You love me~” Midna said, the swirls of silver, black, gold and teal in his eyes telling of how he fell for her technique yet again. Link's tail was wagging, his defensive stance switched into a more subservient and receptive one as he sat on his hind legs. As she got closer, letting him sniff out her dominant scent, her navel was near his snout as she smirked, her hypnotic dance rendering him as helpless and servile as before, to her wicked glee and satisfaction. “You love your mistress~”
That's what she was. This made so much more sense as suspicion was extinguished in his psyche in favor of what she had put in there. He belonged to her, needed her to return to his previous form, ought feel nothing but gratitude and adoration for her guidance and help. The lovely imp and her charming disposition...already he was eager to feel her sitting on his back, to hear her instructions and to follow them as the darkness around them was swallowed within that midsection, his attention absorbed by her navel and his growing elation and fascination for it.
“Now be a good little wolf and lick there. It make me a bit sweaty to dance, you know?” Midna said, her hair hand pointing at her belly as Link slowly approached, then cleaned it with his tongue. It was a touch ticklish, yet the sheer symbolism of his obedience more than made up for it as this was exciting for her too, the rush of dominance certainly not getting lower anytime soon as this fearsome being was subjected to her whims and will, entirely enamored with its current mental state and her appearance. “Now go back to sleep and dream of me. We have a lot of road to travel tomorrow.”
Thus did Link's short-lived confusion died down as he rested up on the ground, closing his eyes as instructed. His tail still wagging, the warmth of the fire lingering, it was truly the warmth of sensuality and the absolute beauty of mistress Midna which rendered him comfortable and happy. Dreaming of her, seeing her dance in his semi-conscious projections did he get lulled back into a trance as his own surrender to her regained in strength and vigor. Tomorrow would be another day and he'd need all the rest and energy he could muster.
All to serve his imp mistress, the great Midna.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Imp
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