bakerstreet | But we get along when I'm inside you

But we get along when I'm inside you

but we get along when I'm inside you;

This isn't hate sex. You don't actually hate each other, you just get along like cats and dogs during the middle of a fireworks show. Speaking of fireworks, though, there is a spark the two of you can't deny, which is what lead you to some sort of intimacy. Maybe it was sexual tension reaching its breaking point, maybe it was something else. But the fact remains that this isn't hate sex, and you're actually more in synch now than you ever have been. In fact, this is the greatest tryst you've ever had, due to all that frustration you have towards them. It begs the question: why don't you two become more?

...then you remember how you get along otherwise.

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"Awfully plain given what you yourself are wearing, don't you think?" Medusa chuckled and snapped her fingers. Her jumpsuit turned to smoke and slowly changed to a dress of black silk with a slit that ran up to her mid-thigh. Gold stitching detailed along the bosom and the hem of the dress. Medusa enjoyed fine clothing when the situation called for it - and if she could distract Ganondorf, perhaps she could grab the amulet without him noticing.

"I'm not one for servitude I'm afraid. You see, Witches have too much power to pledge allegiance to anyone other than themselves," Medusa shrugged casually. "I'm not certain I could be satisfied being under you at any rate."

"Oh, I think you'd find quite a bit of satisfaction under me," he says as he watches that outfit shift before his eyes. The cut of the dress, especially the slit, certainly did hold his gaze as he started walking towards her.

"Perhaps you simply have yet to be shown a greater power worth pledging your allegiance to. The power I wield was created by goddesses. Only those chosen are capable of controlling its limitless power." As he talks more about it, she can probably make out what appears to be a golden light coming from his right hand.

The fact that his power came from female deities did indeed appeal to her. Witches were not subservient to men; never were, never would be. They mated with mortal men only when necessary for reproduction. Never had a Witch pledged her loyalty to another other than her own.

Still, Medusa had never been like the other Witches. She was rebellious, ambitious, manipulative. And she was rather entranced with her new companion. Still, she's wary of the golden light coming from his hand; the snake tattoo on her left arm moves a little as she readies her snakes to defend herself if he's readying an attack.

"Oh really? And just what did these goddesses see in you that they decided to grant this great power to you and not anyone else?"

"Is it not obvious?" he asks with no shortage of arrogance as he spreads his arms. Though, unlike some others, he isn't simply posturing or trying to put on a show. He moves like a person who had to come into their power rather than simply being born into it.

"I am best suited to contain this gift. I am power personified. Who are you that would think to defy me with your mix of magic and charm?"

He wasn't about to stand there and just go on and on about himself. He'd learned fairly early in life that there were those who told others they were great and those who did great things for others to see. He strove to be the latter.

Medusa's eyes flashed as his arms spread. He definitely had an impressive physique that she had no trouble admiring. There was definitely more substance to him than most warlords she'd encountered. Medusa could sense it.

She stepped forward slowly, keeping herself between him and the amulet. "I am one who wields magic more powerful than even the Grand Witch herself. I could easily be a match for you."

"You could be...or you could find yourself humbled and kneeling before me like so many others who have made similar claims before you."

When she is within his reach, his right hand lifts and he reaches out to try and take hold of her by the shoulder.

Medusa wasn't about to let him get the upper hand so easily. When he reached out for her shoulder, she reached out to make a grab for his throat. She wouldn't grip as tight as she could, just enough so that he would feel the pressure of her nails.

"It would take a powerful man indeed to make me kneel. There are none like me, dearie. I promise you that."

His throat constricts and it looks like she's a squeeze away from ending this.

Then he slowly smiles and the light on his hand intensifies. She can feel the muscles in his throat flexing and hardening, resisting her grip as he looks down into her eyes.

"There is none more powerful than me, so it looks like I'm just the man for the task."

He reaches up to attempt to grab the arm of the hand around his neck.

Her eyes flashed when she felt his muscles reacting beneath her touch. No, that certainly wasn't right, and it didn't bode well for her either. Still, she kept her defiant gaze focused on him.

"Go ahead. Try."

When he reached up for her arm she focused her magic again. "Vector Storm." Her arrows appeared again, only this time they burst from her shadow on the ground and formed a spiral like a whirlpool around her. The force of the attack was meant to possibly cut her opponent and put distance between them.

Medusa knew in close combat like that she didn't stand a chance. He was too big and too physically strong for her to take.

The magical attack it hard, buffeting Ganondorf with it's energies and threatening to take him off his feet. But the Triforce resisted the vectors even as his cloak was torn away and sent flying, he slowly pressed on like he was walking against the headwind of a hurricane.

"Rrr, you're quite powerful. You've earned my respect...now feel my power," he snarled as he pushed forward with his glowing hand to try and force his way past those arrows and finally grab hold of her.

Medusa tried to keep herself focused so that her magic wouldn't bend nor give way as he attacked. But he was indeed powerful. There wasn't much she could do to resist.

When he broke through her defense and grabbed her, Medusa brought her hands up to try and loosen his grip. But empowered as he was by his magic, she couldn't make his grip go slack.

"Not bad - first man to have broken through my spell," she smirked despite her situation.

Once he's finally managed that, grabbing her with the other hand isn't difficult and he looks down at her for a moment before answer.

"And to the victor go the spoils."

She may question what he means by that but he'll make his intentions clear when he pushes her back towards one of the nearby remaining pillars and slides one of his hands down to explore across her body.

She was indeed a little perplexed by his statement, but Medusa was no prude. When he pushed her against the pillar her hands abandoned their mission to loosen his grip on her. Instead they moved to grip the collar of his armor and pull him in to kiss him hard.

As his hand moved to explore her body, Medusa's back arched, pressing her body more into his touch. There was no hesitation nor shyness in the way he touched her; it was all power and strength and already she wanted more.

He was admittedly a bit surprised by her pulling him in for a kiss, but the shock quickly passed as he returned the kiss with hunger.

Considering how she'd easily converted her clothes to their current form, Ganondorf would assume she could repair them as well since he grips the front and moves to rend the dress in one swift movement. If it works, he'll simply let it fall to her feet while exploring her now much less clothed body.

Medusa gasped in soft surprise when he tore her dress from her body. Her teeth pinched his lower lip as he did so. Her own fingers moved to work whatever clasps and buckles held his armor on to get it loose. All that remained on her own body was her black lace panties and bra, and the serpent tattoos that covered her arms and thighs.

His cloak had already been torn away thanks to her Vector Storm spell. Medusa's fingers continued working feverishly to get his armor off. Once his chest was exposed her nails would scratch gently over his skin, anxious to feel the muscle in his form, hoping it wasn't all a facade hidden by his armor.

He releases her to aid in the removal of his armor and she'll be happy to find that the armor was made to fit his body and he filled it out completely. Beneath it was hard, bronzed muscle. When he claimed to be power personified, he wasn't just boasting.

His hands now move to his belt, unfastening it and his pants before he reaches how and lifts her off her feet, pressing his body against hers so that she's pinned between the those stone and his hard body.

As his armor fell away Medusa's eyes flashed in lust. He truly was incredible. Her hands moved to press over his chest, smirking as she felt the power radiating beneath his skin. When he pressed her into the wall, pinning her with his body, Medusa wrapped her legs around his waist.

She tipped her head to kiss him hard again. Her lips parted to take his lower lip between her own and suckle on it. In the meantime her fingers pushed through his red hair to keep him close.

Clearly, they both were thinking the same thing as her wrapping her legs around him freed his hands so that he could finish unfastening his pants. Letting gravity take care of them, they dropped to his knees and she'd be greeted with a rather large cock pointing up between their bodies. Of course a big, powerful man like him would have a big, powerful cock too.

He moves his body against hers, rubbing his thick shaft against the front of her lacy black panties while groaning from the way she bites and sucks on his lower lip.

Medusa glanced down as she felt his pants drop. The size of his cock had her eyes glowing in lust. She moaned as he began to grind against her. The feeling of his cock rubbing her lower lips through the lace of her panties had her moaning out loud. She leaned her head down, kissing over his neck, dragging her fangs over his skin.

Her legs tighten their grip around his waist even as her fangs closed over his neck, moaning at the metallic taste of his blood as it dripped into her mouth.

The sting of her fangs as they broke through his skin to draw blood only proved to spur his desires further. Reaching between their bodies, he pulled her panties aside before moving his hips back to guide the broad tip of his cock to her entrance.

Once he felt the slick warmth of her folds against him, he pressed forwards, forcing his cock into her body with a groan of satisfaction.

Medusa moaned out and tipped her head back as he filled her up with his cock. She could feel her walls spreading and stretching to accommodate his size. But it felt amazing. Medusa didn't want her panties inhibiting that sensation, so with a wave of her fingers her black lace panties disappeared in a puff of black smoke, though her bra remained on.

Ganondorf continued to press steadily deeper until he finally could go no further and she'd just barely managed to fit his entire cock into her body until she felt the tip pressed against the back wall of her sex. He holds that position for several moments, savoring the way her body gripped him so tightly before he pulled back over halfway....and plunged in again hard.

Medusa gave a sharp little gasp when he filled her up - she'd been with men before; strong men, warlords, but never anyone quite so big as Ganondorf. It did hurt a bit to be stretched to such a capacity, but the pain soon melted into pure pleasure that made Medusa cry out, especially when he pulled back and thrust back inside. Medusa's nails dug into his back, wanting to feel his thrusts again. Wanting him to pull back and slam roughly back inside her again and again.

That was a desire that Ganondorf was all to willing to oblige.

Moving at a moderately quick pace, the large man pulls back only to quickly reverse course and ram his thick cock home inside the seductive witch. He'd been with many women as well and few were as pliable as she, taking his length in full and enjoying every moment of it.

He may just have to take her and the amulet.

Medusa let herself just feel and enjoy the sensation of him slamming in and out of her core. After a few passes, Medusa focused her magic again. Just a little spell. Each time he thrust into her, Medusa's spell would send tingling pleasure rushing from his tip and down into his own core. Just to add to his pleasure; Medusa wasn't one to just lay back and enjoy herself - she gave just as much as she got when she enjoyed it.

And she was most definitely enjoying herself with Ganondorf.

But we get along when I'm inside you

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