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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((ooc: That first idea sounds good. Anything in particular you'd like to have happen or anything, aside from the obvious?))

((ooc: I'm good with pretty much anything - I'm partial to biting and blood play though. Or if Medusa becomes his servant somehow, I'm good with that too!))

((ooc: No experience with bloodplay though I'm sure we could work biting in. Care to start?))

((ooc: That's fine! Like I said I'm open to anything - let me know if you'd like anything changed, editing can be a thing! I did prose but I'm good with brackets too if you'd prefer))

The castle was dark but not abandoned.

Inside was an amulet, one that would amplify magical power. The castle itself was also of key strategic importance - guarded by the surrounding mountain range, yet it overlooked the enemy kingdoms. So it was no surprise when Medusa crept in one night, using her magic to melt into the shadows and remain hidden as she moved through the castle. Of course she could have taken out all the guards easily with a single spell, but what fun was there in that?

The main chamber held the amulet, bathed in light of its own making. Guards surrounded the amulet, armed to the teeth. Medusa crept inside, her cowl turned up to keep her face hidden as she pulled away from the shadows. With one gesture, all the doors to the chamber slammed shut. The guards readied their weapons and rushed towards her.

"Nake, snake, cobra cobabra," Medusa chanted her mantra, focusing her magic to cast a spell. "Vector Arrow!"

Black arrows formed of shadow emerged from behind her and speared each and every guard. Piercing armor, flesh and bone. Too easy. Medusa stepped forward with a triumphant smirk and moved to take the amulet from its pedestal.

There's quite a bit of fun to be had in taking out most of the guards, but there's even more fun to be had with a show of awe-inspiring power.

From the opposite side of the castle, the guards on night duty would look up to see what looked like a shooting star. However, they quickly realized that wasn't the case when the 'star' grew larger as it headed towards them. Soon, they saw it for what it actually was, a person bathed in magical fire hurtling towards the castle.

The few arrows they manage to fire at him simply burn away before they get close so they're helpless to stop him as he collides with the tower holding the amulet, sending dust and debris through the chamber where Medusa was currently standing.

The last thing Medusa had expected was to have someone bust in on her robbery. When her competitor bashed through the tower into the chamber, she jumped back so that she wouldn't be caught in the damage. Golden eyes glowed with anger from beneath her hood as she waited for the dust to settle. Medusa made sure to edge closer to the amulet, focusing her magic and prepared for an attack if she needed to use one.

"Awfully rude, breaking in on someone's quarry in such a manner," she called out over the sound of the castle walls crumbling around them.

Her black jumpsuit left her arms exposed, and the serpent tattoos that covered her skin moved and there even came a soft hiss upon the air. Medusa had more than enough magic to slaughter anyone who dared move in on her mark.

Rising to his feet, all she could initially make out was a massive figure among the dust. As the air clears and the dust settles, she sees the large, fiery haired man standing opposite from her on the other side of the stand containing the amulet.

"The strong should be able to keep a firm grasp on their prey, otherwise they suffer for their weakness," a not so subtle suggestion that she might be weak.

Turning his eyes from her, he reaches out to try and grasp the amulet.

Medusa could see the massive frame rise amidst the dust and debris. But once everything settled and she saw the face of her opponent, she couldn't help admiring his form and the sheer feeling of power she felt emanating from him. He was indeed strong, only a fool would think otherwise.

She waited until he started for the amulet before she focused her magic again and gave the faintest gesture of her fingers. "Vector Plate."

Arrows appeared on the floor surrounding the pedestal pointing away from the amulet. Anyone who moved over them - which included stepping on or trying to jump over the arrows - would find themselves hurled in the direction the arrow pointed.

"I think you'll find that no predator has a stronger grip on its prey than a serpent," she purred with a grin.

Medusa only then reached up to pull her cowl down to reveal her blonde tresses and golden eyes. "Tell me, who precisely are you that you think you can steal from a Gorgon sister?"

Stepping onto one of those arrows, he'd be caught off guard by the sudden force that send him flying backwards, his back slamming against a stone pillar and causing it to collapse behind him though he maintains his own footing.

"Well, well, well....looks like this worm does have a little bite."

Brushing off the dust from the cloak he wore, he opened it further to reveal the dark armor he wore underneath.

"I am Ganondorf, wielder of the Tri-Force of Power, king of the Gerudo and future king of all things." As she exposed more of her features, Ganondorf's eyes took them in and found them to be quite to his liking.

Medusa smirked when he unwittingly stepped on one of her arrows. She made it a point in that time to circle the pedestal to get between him and the amulet. He managed to keep upright - impressive indeed. Most people were knocked unconscious by stepping on her Vector Plates.

"You're rather sturdy yourself," she admitted, letting her golden eyes flicker over that dark armor. True enough, clad as he was, he made her look rather plain in her black jumpsuit. But that was all the armor Medusa needed half the time.

Medusa bowed her head, just a little, just to be polite. "Medusa Gorgon, Snake Witch. If I had known I would be in the presence of the self-proclaimed 'King of Everything' I would have dressed for the occasion," she gave the front of her jumpsuit a little tug. Of course, she could use her magic to change to whatever she wanted, if she so desired.

"I'll forgive it since I rather like what you're wearing," he says as he openly allows his eyes to look her up and down, trying to get a better idea of what she looks like underneath it all.

"However, you're standing in the way of something I want and that is not a position you want to be in. Why don't you join me instead? Your fortunes can only improve under my command."

"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.

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