A/N: TIMELINE JUMP AGAIN, :^(

Also for those of you who are looking to beat their meat a little easier in this chapter: onisuu on DeviantArt has made a great androgynous rendition of Wizzro!

Crickets chirped, and a quiet, brisk wind whisked through the night. Deep in the Lost Woods rested an ancient stone temple, slowly eroding. Vines whipped through the structure, keeping otherwise crumbling pillars standing tall.

Standing in the heart of the tiny temple, Link observed the combination of thousands of sorcerer souls, which took the form of a Hylian woman. Her skin was a pale purple, and she had conjured a set of golden-violet robes around herself. Through the darkness of her shrouding hood, Link felt the icy stare of two bloody eyes, marked with concentric circles.

Behind him, Impa appeared. Link wondered briefly if the Sheikah woman every truly walked anywhere, as he definitely couldn't hear her approaching. She held a hand out to the bright blue sphere of light which contained the Sorcerer's Souls, and sighed.

"Has she said anything?" Impa asked him. The Hylian man's gaze darkened, and his brow furrowed.

"The better question is, has he said anything? Your lapdog has uttered two words since you left, Shadow-woman. He's uttered them, over and over, countless times in his head, too," The combination of souls taunted, cackling at Link's enraged expression.

Impa narrowed her eyes at Link, and he ignored her.

"Curse you," Wizzro repeated, testing the words, "you can't curse what's already cursed, punk."

"Remind me, then. What do you call yourself?" Link asked her, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, and his mind felt the burden of the world once more, bearing a dark and gruesome mood over the calm night.

"Wizzro, The Dark Sorceress. Pleasure to finally meet you…" She drawled, keeping her eyes on the Sheikah woman.

"Why are you working for Cia?" Impa followed, her tone calm and neutral. Wizzro chuckled, spinning in the imprisoning ball of light.

"You must ask clearer questions, Shadow-woman. I'm not working for the Sorceress of the Valley, no, not by any stretch… I'd say I'm working with her. As to what ends, my, that'd be idiotic of me to reveal!" Wizzro taunted, examining the barrier of her prison.

Impa nodded, and held a hand up, coursing magical energy through the surface of Wizzro's prison. The Sorceress became alert, and winced as the magical energy struck her core, threatening to tear apart the ethereal mass that made her, her. She held back on making any noise, gritting her teeth and biting back tears, beneath her shadowy veil.

Link quickly put his hand to Impa's, and stopped the torture of the amalgam. Wizzro panted, her form warping, before she regained her composure. Link's grimace grew more grim, and he stepped forward, closer to the ball of light.

"You opened the Fissure of Time, Wizzro. You brought forth the likes of Cia, Agahnim, and Veran to raze this world to ashes. Thanks to you, Hyrule's eternal peace has been shattered…" Link began, peering deep into the eyes of the soul-fusion.

He took a deep breath, and flared it out his nostrils.

"We can seal you away for eternity. Leave you in darkness until Time itself ends, leaving you to Hylia's whim. The Goddesses do not take kindly to those who oppose them, and you have all but defiled them."

For a brief moment, the deceit, sorrow, and hatred that made up Wizzro had found a new emotion to experience – fear. The way the Hero's eyes pierced into hers, the way he spoke, and the strength his devotion to Hyrule gave him scared the amalgam of Sorcerer-souls.

She then laughed in his face, cackling madly as Link's expression remained unchanging.

"Oh, yes, you're right – the wrath of the almighty Goddesses! Goddesses who couldn't even halt one tiny tear in the fabric of this reality! Goddesses who relied on the spirit of one dim-witted boy in tights, to do their bidding!"

She continued laughing, crying with laughter, until Impa raised her hand again, the Sheikah's veins glowing a harsh red with the magic to affect Wizzro's prison. Before Impa could start, Link took hold of her hand, and shook his head at her.

With as little as a nod, they left the room for some time. Wizzro questioned the act, but felt the overwhelming sense of relief that was not having to endure the legendary pain of being split…

She took a moment to explore the mechanics of the ball of light that surrounded her, and played with it, manipulating the magical fabric of her prison. The sorcerer souls within her worked together, pouring their collective understanding into copying, modifying, and unmaking the ball that contained her. Crumbling into mere, feeble strips of light, the prison around the Sorceress had fallen, granting her freedom.

Shrouding herself with dark magic, Wizzro then darted out the entrance of the temple, throwing a gaze behind her. She stopped herself in her tracks, hovering just above the lines of grass and ferns of the Lost Woods, and looked back to Link & Impa.

"I know, I know. It's been a terrible couple of weeks." She heard, unable to distinguish who the words came from.

"Terrible is… The best way of putting it. Goddesses, I'm so tired…" One replied to the other. Wizzro scooted closer, her appearance masked as just another gust of wind, guiding the critters of the woods in the dead of night.

Link took Impa's hand in his, and she leant against him, pressing her head against his chest. They sat together, staring at the moon for some time, on the steps of the ancient temple. Link poured over the detail of the Sheikah's tattoos, and her veins, which still coursed with a hating, dark magic.

Wizzro observed in curious silence as tears just fell from Impa's eyes. The woman's face didn't contort, nor did she weep into the chest of her lover – the tears just fell.

"You know, I hadn't noticed it up until now, but… I like what you've done with your hair..." Link whispered, eliciting a chuckle from the Sheikah.

"You've been doing so well. You've already given so much to us, Impa… You need to rest. You need a break from this," Link cooed, his voice ethereally quiet, dancing past the Sheikah's ears. She nodded, clenching her hand around his tightly, and sighed.

"The Goddesses… They promised us, Link… They promised we wouldn't have to go through this again."

He wrapped a hand around Impa's body, and traced his thumb over the back of her hand, embracing her with every last bit of love and care he could muster.

"I know. Farore is doing her best to guide me, and… Din, Nayru are doing well with Ganondorf and Zelda. This… This won't be another seven years of havoc for Hyrule… It'll be fine, Impa…"

"I know, Link. You haven't stopped saying that, you know…" Impa giggled, hugging the man back.

Wizzro quirked her head in confusion at that display – Cia had hounded Hylian forces since the appearance of the Fissure of Time, and all the leaders of the defence could say was "it'll be fine"?

Cia had brought forth the legions of Ganondorf's followers from the other timelines – timelines that had been shattered by this Link, all so they could regain their leader. Once it was clear that Ganondorf had changed her ways, then it became an assault to attain the pieces of the Triforce.

Cia had watched and laughed as the wielders of the pieces marched into her strategically placed skirmishes, leading the bulk of the defensive forces away so she could attack Hyrule at its core, and thus get to the easiest obtainable Triforce piece – Link's.

With the army approaching even as Wizzro watched Link and Impa, Link could still say "it will be fine?" Yes, the man couldn't have known about its approach, but surely he could sense the end of the assault was coming!

"It will be fine, Impa… And we won't get anywhere with Wizzro."

"…So, what do you suggest we do?" Impa lingered on Link's chest for a little while longer, before rubbing the tears from her eyes. Link stood up, helping the Sheikah, and smiled.

"Let's try something she won't be expecting."

In a flash, breezing past the lovers, Wizzro returned, remaking the light-prison she was kept in, exactly how Impa left it. Link came into the dim room first, followed closely by his lover. Link locked eyes with the amalgam, and nodded to her.

"Wizzro, isn't it?"

"Unless it's changed since fifteen minutes ago, I believe so, punk."

Link nodded to her, and smiled. He motioned for Impa to remove the barrier around the Sorceress, and she fell, flat on her ass. With a quiet grunt of displeasure, she backed away from Link, who strode forward to help her up.

She stared at his hand, backed into a corner of the temple room, and looked at the man, eyes wide in shock.

"You're free to go, if you wish. Return to your commander if you want, or leave this realm. Or…"

"Do what you wish," Impa intoned, finishing Link's words for him. Wizzro patted herself down, darted her gaze between the two, and just disappeared, blinking away in a wisp of black smoke. Link sighed, and took the Sheikah's hand again.

"Come, let's get out of here."

"Let's rest, Link…"

(Some hours later…)

Wizzro never quite left the duo. Curious to see if they were going to mention her again, or if they'd planted some tracking spell on her form, Wizzro followed them, all the way from the Lost Woods to a mansion, close to Kakariko Village.

It was dead inside – the only two people inhabiting the place being Impa, and Link. Wizzro witnessed, eager to learn the secrets of the Hero of Time, and the Sage of Shadow, as the two ascended a large staircase to the main bedroom of the house.

Inside was massive, with a fire roaring in the arcane stone fireplace. Instantly, the soul-fusion was greeted by the warmth, and drifted lazily to it, as Link and Impa began kissing. Wizzro snapped her attention back to the duo, who began disrobing each other.

It was like a dance, practiced and pure, and soon they were undressed, Link pinned to the bed by Impa. She hunched down, straddling the young lad, and planted kisses against his jawline, sinking herself in a languid, libidinous embrace.

Wizzro stared. Stared for a while. Stared until it became inappropriate to do so, and then, stared for a little while longer. Her head tilted, questioning the two further and further, until all that was left in her mind was just questions.

All the Sorcerer's knowledge couldn't comprehend Impa and Link's course of actions for that night. They released Wizzro, but to what end? They led her back, unwittingly, but to what end?

They copulated, but to what end?

Wizzro continued staring for some time after Link and Impa had finished for the night, their bodies sparkling in the moonlight from their sweat. Still enshrouded in the dark, Wizzro came closer, peering keenly over Impa's form.

As she approached, noticing the muscled, scarred back of the Sheikah warrior, Impa tensed. Link's arms wrapped around her, tighter, and he shifted a sheet to lie over her shoulder. The soul-fusion reared her hand back, and shivered in the unbridled presence of another feeling she couldn't quite describe...

As the clocks struck three in the morning, Wizzro disappeared again.

(Some days later…)

Wizzro's forces laid dormant. The legions of the dead and the damned were not going to be called to war on her behalf again. She simply hovered during nights, wandering aimlessly. She didn't dare return to Cia, lest the Sorceress suspect that Wizzro has been converted.

The Sorcerer's minds didn't take too long to come to that assumption.

They still lingered on the Sheikah, Impa, and the Hylian, Link. They tried organising their thoughts and categorising the two – by strength, race, height, and combat abilities. They tried calculating what their current defence could do to defend against Cia's incoming attack, and found only loss.

It led her mind in circles, preventing her from answering the question that came next – why free her? Why risk her going back to Cia, and why release an enemy commander if they clearly had nothing to gain?

Confusion was a new, angering emotion, Wizzro thought. She grunted in exasperation as another morning sun dawned on Hyrule, the Castle Town citizens going about their daily lives as if there was no war coming to their doorstep.

She caught sight of her again, Impa weeding through crowds like she was born in a market lot, running the errands and completing the missions that kept the throne protected whilst Zelda was fighting.

Link was much more direct – he stayed back, answering the distressed calls of Hyrule's citizens when they needed him, defending outlying towns with the Master Sword in hand.

He'd apparently lost the thing after his previous quest – the one that allegedly converted Lady Ganondorf to the side of Good. He'd reacquired it recently, and admired the blade with an unhidden dependency.

It honestly made Wizzro want the blade, as well.

Whilst their forces were divided, Impa and Link made a good combo, and had sound strategy between them. They knew their forces and where to deploy them when needed, and had started gaining intel on enemy commanders like Volga and General Onox.

'So why free me?' Wizzro thought, grunting in exasperation.

She vowed to ask them.

(Some hours later…)

Link and Impa sat atop the castle walls, their legs dangling off the side, as another bright moon rose in Hyrule's sky. Fading into existence before their very eyes, conjuring her body from the restless souls of Sorcerers, Wizzro appeared in front of them.

Link nodded to her, and Impa smiled.

"Good evening, Wizzro," Impa greeted, bowing lazily.

The amalgam grunted back a greeting, and hovered around the two.

"Were you expecting me, perchance?" Wizzro asked them, taking her conjured hood off her head.

Link shook his head.

"We've become accustom to nightly visits," Link answered, bowing as well.

The soul-fusion quirked her head, then grunted in annoyance.

"N-Never mind that! Why did you free me!?"

"Partly an apology," Impa answered.

"Partly us doing our part," Link added.

"Just give me a direct answer, damn it!"

Impa and Link chuckled, breaking into loud laughter, raising the Sorceress's ire.

Wiping a fresh tear from his eye, Link answered her again, "Forgive us, you weren't too forthcoming last time we questioned you."

"What!? You two had me prisoner! What else could I have said?"

Impa shrugged her shoulders, smirking still.

"Good question. Unfortunately, we don't always have the answers, either... You just… Take risks, during times like these," The Sheikah explained. Wizzro stuttered, flabbergasted at the words of this warrior before her.

"An… Uncalculated risk? Y-…" The soul-fusion mumbled something under her breath, hovering back in forth along with the new question in her head. She shook herself from her mind's grasp, and looked back to the duo.

"…I have to leave."

And without giving them the time to respond, Wizzro vanished before them. She watched again, as they kept themselves perched on Hyrule Castle's walls, watching over Hyrule Field.

(Some days later…)

Wizzro came back, eventually.

She found Impa by herself, back in the Lost Woods. The Sheikah was lying on a hill after a long day of running on her feet, and once more, stared into the light of the moon, keen to noises around her.

Wizzro appeared before her in a gust of dark wind, staring at her, curiously.

"Good evening, Wizzro."

"And to you, Shadow-woman..."

"Join me, if you have the time." Impa said, patting to an empty patch of grass next to her. Wizzro hovered down, and let her feet touch the wet grass, shivering at the cold, damp dew.

"Where is Link?" Wizzro asked, staring into Impa's vacant, red eyes.

"Home. Probably with Malon, or Daruni."

"You're not joining him?"

"Not yet. I needed some time to think."

"On what in particular, Shadow-woman?"

"Everything. And nothing."

"Hmph…" Wizzro tore her gaze away from the eerie eyes of the Sheikah, and stared to the moon alongside her.

"Do you have a fascination with it?"

"With what?"

"The moon, Shadow-woman."

"Not particularly. It's a big, glowing ball in the sky. Why wouldn't I stare at it?"

"I'm asking you."

"Not everything has an answer, Wizzro. Not a quantifiable answer, at least…"

A quiet wind soared through the woods, like they were a single living entity, breathing calm. Wizzro's expression became sour, for the first time in her existence, and she kicked at a patch of saturated grass, sighing.

"…You are extremely difficult to talk to."

"I say what I need, then stop. As does Link."

"Hmph…"

Wizzro stared at her hands for some time, looking around the woods in which she found Impa. She noticed a symbol on her ring, and the same symbol on Impa's armour. Her eyes widened, and her conjured heart began to beat faster, her cheeks reddening at the sight of it…

"The eye…"

"Hm?" Impa questioned, looking seeing the ghostly girl point her finger towards the Eye of the Sheikah, head tilted again.

"…The Eye of the Sheikah, Wizzro. Our clan's symbol," Impa answered for her, sitting up to look at the Sorceress's hands, noticing her ring. As soon as Impa's eyes darted over it, Wizzro yanked her hand back, and hid it away from her.

A pause filled the air as the woods breathed again, Impa's tired gaze evaluating the form of the amalgam.

"Would you mind if I had a closer look at that ring, Wizzro?"

"I…" She stuttered, fumbling to find a way to say "no" without directly offending the Sheikah. Impa nodded to her, and laid back down.

"If you don't want to show me, I understand…. I've seen the design before," Impa assured, patting the girl on the back as she stretched her arms above her head, muscles tightening and relaxing.

Wizzro looked at her ring again, noticing the repetitions of the Sheikah language, the Eye, and the blood red runes that ran all the way around the golden band. The red gem glowed as she poured a little bit of her magic into it.

"Where have you seen it?"

"Sealing rings. Made to trap souls; there are common designs of that ring between the Sheikah and the Gerudo. They were made to trap the souls of monsters, but it looks like yours has been adapted, somewhat."

"Adapted how?"

"To tell you, I'd need to look at the ring closer." Impa smirked to the robed Sorceress, who growled, thrusting her hand out for Impa to ogle it. After some minutes, keenly pouring over every fine facet, the Sheikah warrior chuckled, and nodded.

"Yours was adapted to absorb the souls of people, mages and wizards in particular."

"I already knew that! What else can you tell me?"

"It's old. Each soul has kept count of the passing days by etching it within the heart of the crystal on the ring. I'd say you're about two-thousand years old, or more, according the very first soul that was contained."

"But… Can you tell how many souls there are?"

Impa sighed, relented, then looked over the ring again.

"Etched into the band itself. Gold notches, about fifty of them."

"Do… Can you tell me the names of those, trapped inside the ring?"

"Why do you care, Wizzro?"

"I…" The soul-fusion mumbled again, tearing her hand way from Impa, avoiding her gaze.

"Their identities are long gone. They are not you, or even a part of you."

"B-But… The ring is me, Shadow-woman! I… I am the souls of those trapped within me!"

"The ring isn't you. The souls that make you, aren't you. They've spent so long not being themselves that they've created a new soul, entirely of their own making."

"But… What the hell does that mean!?" Wizzro shouted, scaring the fauna away from Impa's hill. The Sheikah sighed, and stood up, offering her hand to the amalgam.

"It means you have to spend some time getting to know yourself, Sorceress. You were trapped for two thousand years only to be brought out by Cia – and how long have you had to think about your own life since you've been working with her?"

"I… I…" Wizzro began to answer, words dying in her throat. Impa took her hand, and lifted her up, leaving the fusion with yet another question.

(Some days later…)

The mood of Hyrule Castle Town had improved. Citizens gabbed about their "gifts", little tokens or presents that had just appeared. They were littered around the town, at least one to each person – and they were always in insufferably hard to reach places, stuck in nooks, crannies, and hidey-holes all the same.

It was the perfect piece of calamity to distract them from their impending doom, Wizzro thought. She laughed with them as they laughed at, then with, another. Friends collided, sometimes literally, finding new treasures together, or sharing their tales.

"You're having fun," The fusion heard from behind, soft steps echoing off the stone roads. She turned around, giggling still, and found Link, dressed down into his own "off-duty" attire.

"That's certainly a way of putting it, punk," she chuckled, turning back and watching another child swing from a tree to access a bird's nest, fulled to the brim with gold pieces.

All he did was smile and stare – beaming at the elated townspeople. Wizzro became uncomfortable after some time, not wanting to stare back at Link. She cleared her throat, and he shifted on his feet, bouncing back and forth.

"You're odd, Link."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

Link chuckled, and nodded to her.

"I know," He smiled, then bowed low in farewell, mumbling about other matters he had to attend. As he ran off, Wizzro couldn't help but stare herself, quirking her head. He disappeared from sight, and she raised a hand to her conjured cheeks, feeling heat rise to them.

"What the..."

(Some time later…)

A Sunday, lazy and lovely, rolled by. The sun was setting over Kakariko Village, and villagers stopped and stared, ogling the oddly-clad Sorceress being dragged around by Impa, who couldn't hold back a smile.

"Oof, hey! You're pulling my arm!" The soul-fusion complained, whining indignantly as Impa slowed her pace.

"Sorry, getting carried away..." Impa apologised, breathing deep, and slow. A small blush flushed to her tan cheeks as she looked the Sorceress up and down. In response, Wizzro quickly averted her gaze, her magic-formed face red with embarrassment.

"Are you sure Link won't m-mind if-"

"I've talked to him about this twenty times in the past week, it's fine. He's expecting you," Impa cut Wizzro off, resuming their brisk walk. Wizzro swallowed deeply, and sighed, trying to keep pace with the excited Sheikah.

"Y-Y'know, you don't have to be s-so..."

"I'm sorry. I'm excited… Not everyday something like this happens." Impa replied, huffing and giddy.

The amalgam whined, but relented, matching pace with the Sheikah warrior's breakneck pace. Said Sheikah's smile stemmed from a mixture of things – she had planned to run some "tests" today, intense, extensive tests with Wizzro as her subject.

She would reveal the results and purpose of the test to the fusion, no matter what – but she kept the exact reasoning behind the test hidden, for now. As Wizzro had begun to experience the joys of life – anger, peace, happiness and sadness all the same – Impa had realised two things;

Number one, freeing Wizzro demonstrated that the "Good Guys" could convert more of the "Bad Guys" to their side. No longer did they have to rely on Godly intervention, nor the shattering of timelines to help someone!

Number two, Impa realised that Wizzro, the amalgamation of the hatred, envy, and rage of magical souls, had not yet experienced sex.

The Sheikah's strategy would net them several key advantages in the war, if the "test" went well. The first of many, being a new experience for Wizzro. She had consented to the first part of the test, after some deliberation, stating that "you take risks at times like these".

Secondly, much to Link's fatigue, it would prove that the same could be done for any of the other Commanders of the Fissure of Time – if they couldn't repel certain forces back, then small Sheikah or Gerudo strike teams could sneak Link in to seduce enemy forces.

The "test", when deployed, would be morally repugnant, deceitful, and almost evil.

Exactly how the Sheikah operated during war-time.

Thirdly, it would convert the Sorceress over to their side completely, given Link's innate talent for domination and seduction. The lad knew when to draw the line between sex-play and day-to-day life, and had love and compassion to spare, easily outshining whatever trophies or glory the "Bad Guys" would offer.

Impa could only see a problem with Vaati, a lecherous and powerful Sorceress who had taken fancy of Link. Impa couldn't be sure of woman's sexual endurance, but purely from the vulgarity she exuded, it at least gave an indication. The woman was a master with all manner of wind magic as well, which did not bode well.

But, determined to enjoy the "test", no matter the outcome, Impa continued, shifting a long lock of hair out of her eyes.

"Come, it's not much further," She insisted, gaining a grunt from the exhausted Wizzro in response.

Minutes later, through a hidden brick wall, past a veil of enchanted vines, Wizzro saw the Hero's mansion in it's daylight glory, fortified, lit, and speckled with enchanted silver. Through the windows to the master bedroom, which looked out over the entrance, Wizzro could see the young man, pacing back in forth, dressed in robes.

Impa stepped on a paved granite path, which appeared beneath her feet, forming slowly with every step she took. As she approached, Wizzro in hand, the twin doors to the opulent manor opened, and the Sheikah warrior held a hand outwards.

"Welcome to our home. Please, come in, Wizzro," Impa purred, her stomach fluttering with unbridled glee. The fusion stammered, and eventually stepped through the veil, instantly feeling at peace once she was inside. She stood, looking around the house for quite some time – it had changed a little since last she'd been…

She heard heavy footsteps against some creaking wood, the footfalls of the Hylian Hero himself, and with the knowledge he was approaching, Wizzro's worry returned, worming it's way into her weary wits. He approached the final landing, and smiled, looking tired still.

"Welcome… Uh, would you care for a drink? Some food, perhaps?" He offered, Impa standing between the two.

"I… Appreciate the gesture, but no thank you. I haven't eaten since I became… Myself, and I'd hate to see what would happen if I tried," Wizzro murmured, hiding deep behind her veil, her red eyes never quite fully meeting Link's.

"Another experiment for another time, then. Would you like to… Proceed, Wizzro?" Impa asked, her voice soft, yet shaky.

"..." Not trusting her throat to have the spine to answer, Wizzro nodded, taking muted steps forward, grasping the Hylian's hand in hers. She smiled as their fingers entwined, a magical, loving heat spreading quickly from him, to her.

Link led her, slow and deliberate, up the stairs, to his bedroom. Impa followed soon after, only observing, to begin.

"You look lovely today, by the way," Link spoke, truly, voice hushed. Wizzro couldn't help but let an awkward chuckle escape her throat. The Hylian mans' eyes met hers, and her body flushed again, his heat coursing through her.

"I-I bet you say that to all the girls, punk."

"I mean it," He joked, taking her hand and kissing it, soft as a butterfly's landing. If the heat from his hand surrounded her being, then the heat from his kiss enveloped her, coursing nothing but pleasurable signals through her phantasmal body.

She struggled to maintain a clear head, but pressed on, powering through to the lad's master bedroom. Laid on an end table was some incense, burning an earthy, flowery smell into the air. Wizzro lingered on the scent for a little while, closing eyes, and calming down with each deep breath.

"...Wasteland Wildflower, that is. It's supposed to calm Poes. I thought you might like it," Link cooed to her, leading her to the side of his bed, and sitting her down.

"That's certainly intoxicating… Erm..." She stuttered, blushing further as Link sat next to her. She could smell the same scent of the wildflowers, all over the Hylian's skin, and calmed herself further. She took notice of the boy's state of dress – he wore a towel, wrapped at his waste, under his robe – and she could see something large, rubbing against his thigh.

"Would you like me to lead you, Wizzro?" She felt her loins, her very loins light up at the escape "zz" syllable from Link's mouth, and did her best to nod to him, fearing her throat would close up. He smiled to her, and took the hood off her head.

It faded beneath his fingers, and she caught his gaze, her eyes piercing into his again. He let his hands float above her cheeks for a moment, before cupping them.

"If at any time you wish to stop, we'll use a safe-word, alright?"

"O-o-o-okay… Good… What is the s-safe word?"

"Cucco," Impa intoned, staring intently at their exchange. Wizzro nodded, and smiled back to Link.

"I'm all yours, p-punk..." She jested, grazing his lips against hers, feeling ghostly blood flare to her purple cheeks, burning hot against the boy's touch. One hand of his remained on her cheek, stroking gently, as the other undid the many golden clasps of the Sorceress's robes.

Like the hood before it, the robes surrounding the fusion's body ceased to be, leaving Link's hand hovering. He broke their kiss, saliva trailing from their lips, and took a deep breath himself, calming his nerves.

He took a moment to appraise the amalgam's body, decked with a pair of perky tits, crowned with dark, flat nipples that begged to be sucked. Her hips were wide, but not obscenely so, granting the Sorceress more of a maiden's physique.

Her ass was no disappointment in Impa's eyes either, and she licked her lips idly, as Link returned his gaze back to Wizzro's.

"Beautiful…" He breathed, locking lips with the panting woman again. Wizzro's mind was awash with the warmth, peace, and want she felt for the man before her. Naturally, her hands glided over to Link's form, disrobing him clumsily as he aided her, staring deeply into her eyes.

Her pussy had become wet, for the first time since her formation, and she felt good, desired, even. As Link's chest came into view, her cheeks darkened, and she reached a hand to glide against the rippling, incense-soaked chest of her first lover.

"Oh my," She uttered into their kiss, not believing how much muscle was built into the Hylian lad, her hands darting everywhere across his body in a feeble attempt to pleasure him back. Link smirked, and broke their kiss again, breathing deep.

His smile was radiant, beaming with a light and love that only he could feel, and Wizzro was delighted to share in it, her hands slipping below the hem of Link's towel. Her hands brushed against his dick, rock hard and damn-near tearing against the towel with an unholy desire.

"O-oh, s-sorry-" Link shushed her with another quick kiss, sending jolts of pleasure down through the fusion's quivering form.

"It's fine. I'm excited," He assured her, staring down at her juicy lips, smiling again. There was a pregnant pause, where Wizzro snaked her hands downwards again, rubbing her hand against the firm surface of Link's shaft.

"Th-that's supposed to go i-i-inside me?" She asked, trying to feel for the damned end of the thing. Link chuckled, and rubbed her shoulder, soothing her.

"Only if you want it to, Wizzro," Impa cooed, giggling softly.

"Mm… Right now, I-I'd like to go down on you, i-if that's alright," Link asked, making Wizzro quirk her head in questioning. The amalgam looked to Impa, who nodded, smiling like a madwoman.

"S-sure… The safe-word is still Cucco, r-right?" She asked, Link nodding in return. Link laid Wizzro down against the soft covers of the bed, and kissed her, from lips down to her shapely hips, rocketing heat with every little touch to her skin.

She let her moans be heard, breathing deep and heavy to keep her thoughts clear, as the boy travelled his kisses down all the way to her perfectly shaven cunt. He began kissing her mons, guiding his tongue down to her clit, then back up quickly, teasing the fusion.

His hands, warm and inviting as ever, took grip of her thighs, keeping her stable.

"Aaaah~..." She cooed, loving every peak and sensation she was experiencing, savouring each little jolt of bliss like it would be her last. Link guided his tongue down further, slipping it gently into Wizzro's tight hole.

She yelped, mewling into the air, and rubbed her hands against Link's scalp, feeling like it was the right thing to do in the moment. He smiled, lips pressing against her cunt, and continued tongue-pumping the Sorceress, letting her ride out her first orgasm at the pace she wanted.

"Oh… Oh, oh… Oh my g-" She cut herself off as Link's tongue relentlessly pumped and fucked her virgin hole, letting her pent up worry and stress out with one primal scream. She came under his skilful organ, writhing and shivering against the wondrous bliss she found herself in.

Link continued for some time after her initial scream, letting her ride out the feeling until she was completely satisfied.

"Lin… Li… Oh, my… Link, s-stop, p-please..." She begged him, calming down as the tongue finally slipped out of her moist sex. She panted, tears welling up in her eyes, and smiled down the lad, and to his now-freed prick, which pulsed with delight.

"I… I want to take it all, L-Link..." She begged again, sitting up to kiss the boy, tasting herself on his lips. He hugged her, and smiled again, lips locking eagerly against hers. She mewled as she felt the cock drip precum onto her thigh, and bucked against it, wanting something much more substantial inside her.

Link sat up against the head of his bed, and ordered Wizzro follow suit. Impa, disrobing in a flash, appeared behind Wizzro, and guided the shaky girl to the fat slab of fuckmeat that awaited her dripping pussy.

"Now… This might hurt you a little, Wizzro. Take it slow, and remember the safe-word, okay?" Impa cooed into the girl's ear, pressing her chest into the Sorceress's back. Wizzro nodded, and mewled at the combined warmth of the two Heroes, sandwiched perfectly. She stood over Link, and with Impa's guidance, began sinking herself onto his cock.

"There you go… Breathe, and be careful – too much, and it feel as good..."

Wizzro winced as Link's head made contact with her sopping cunt, pouring with ample pre. She sunk herself, and moaned again, letting her body stretch to accommodate the mighty length. Link moaned in kind, keeping his hands glued to the fusion's wobbly hips.

"Take that, and bounce a little… Just like that, ride it, invite it inside yourself, Wizzro~..." Impa beckoned, layering kiss after kiss against the amalgam's back, keeping her steady still.

"Inside… Inside… Me..." Wizzro cooed back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the cock started to rub inside her, Linking bucking ever-so-slow. She bounced, sinking further and further, until she was bucking the man like a noble steed, taking half his length with an almost insane expression of happiness.

"Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't that big, filthy dick feel good, stretching you?"

"Y-y-yes… Yes~… Filthy..."

"Can you feel another orgasm coming, Wizzro? Another wave of the best feeling in the world?"

"Another… I want… More~..."

"Then Link will give you more. He'll give you so much more, Wizzro…"

The fusion's moans became high-pitched, whining and breathless, as her pace picked up. She bounced freely, with only Link's strong hands rubbing her hips. Bouncing fasterr, her eyes went white as she came again, the souls within her roaring at the second release.

"YES~!" She cried, tears falling freely as Link's cock pulsed inside her, just short of it's own release. She reclined against the boy's hard stomach, and mewled again, as Link's arms wrapped around her.

"Oh… L… Link..." She mumbled into his barrel-chest, sighing. She moaned and mewled happily once more, as Impa joined their embrace, playing with the fusion's pussy.

"You did so well, Wizzro…" Link whispered, rubbing a hand through the amalgam's hair. She bit her bottom lip, and hugged Link back with fervour, calming down, and staring back up into his eyes.

"L… Link, I want… I want t-to make you feel… To make you feel l-like how I felt..." She whispered back, eager to please. Impa chuckled, soft, and hugged the woman tightly.

"Then ask him, politely, if you can suck his dick, Wizzro," Impa whispered into her ear, giggling.

"L-Link… Can I please suck your dick?"

Link chuckled, and nodded, stroking her cheek again.

"That sounds like an offer I can't refuse, Wizzro."

"Allow me to help you, Wizzro..." Impa aided the fusion off Link's cock, enjoying how she moaned at the loss of contact, and took position, mouth at the ready. The Sheikah urged the amalgam to join at her side, and traced a finger down the length of Link's shaft, making the boy shiver with delight.

"It's straightforward, but a little effort goes a long way. Follow my lead," Impa intoned, eyeing up the man meat, and sucking the side of it, allowing Wizzro to do the same on the other side.

"Goddesses, yes… That's it, good girl… Up and down, gently..." Link assured them both, hands on both their heads, rubbing softly. Impa motioned Wizzro to fondle the lad's balls as they sucked, their hands combining to pump the remainder of Link's length.

"I can feel it coming – Impa, keep your hands going, and get her to take me in again..." Link ordered.

Impa nodded to him, and kept her hands in place, motioning the Sorceress to take the length head on. Wizzro's lips sunk down, until the tip of his cock tickled the back of her throat. Link growled as he became enveloped, and prepared himself to unleash his load.

"Now suck," Impa commanded, keeping the fusion's hair out of the way as she did so, bobbing her head up and down, aiming to please her lover. Link moaned, groaned, and gritted his teeth as Wizzro took Impa's lessons to heart, doing her damned best to make him release in her throat.

Stabilising the back of her head, Link roared, and released, bowing to Impa's deft hands, and Wizzro's fuckable mouth. He let her taste him, her mouth spilling with his seed, and smiled to her. Wizzro met his gaze again, and swallowed whatever poured down her throat with no hesitance, eyes rolling back again as the taste overloaded her senses.

"Good girl," Impa complimented, rubbing Wizzro's head too, bringing her mouth of the still-spurting cock. The Sorceress sputtered, and spat some of the seed onto the Sheikah's face, flustered.

"S-sorry! I-is… Is this a usual amount of..." She apologised, averting her gaze back to Link's meat, which had finished spurting it's venerable pool of cum onto the mattress. Impa licked the jizz off her lower lip, and leaned in to kiss Wizzro, twirling her tongue around hers.

Flustered further, Wizzro simply submitted into the kiss, and moaned deeper. Impa quickly broke from the embrace, and smiled to her, wiping the remnants of seed from the fusion's face.

"Link's… Special..." Impa explained, shrugging her shoulders, pointing to the lad's dripping dick. Link chuckled, and took their hands in his, sitting up eagerly.

"Lon Lon Ranch's milk. Does wonders for you."

Wizzro couldn't help but chuckle, and joined in the mirth of the two, as they embraced her again.

"Did… Did I do well?"

"Doesn't matter," Link assured her, planting a kiss on the spirit's lips.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Impa asked, kissing Link as well. Wizzro ground herself against the two searing bodies, and nodded as she bit her lip again.

"Then you did fantastic, Wizzro..."

(Some hours later…)

Wrapped on both sides by two of Hyrule's hottest Heroes, Wizzro sighed in content. They had a comforter draped over them, thick and woolly, and she had her face buried in the Hylian's chest, taking in his earthy scent.

Wizzro sighed, smiling, and looked up to Link again, as he rested. She bit her bottom lip again, and her grin faded – the news of Cia's impending invasion weighing heavily on her heart. As if sensing her doubt, Impa grumbled in her sleep, and nestled her face into the fusion's back, moaning.

Wizzro moaned in kind, slowly shifting the Hylian awake.

"Link… There's something I need to tell you..."