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(SQUISHYYYYYY!!!!! 'Bout damn time you showed up here!!! I've been waiting for you! Good to see you back. :))

Link stared at the little succubus in surprise. "How... What... who...?" he stuttered. The Hylian's blue eyes were wide with both mild fear and anger. "Just who the hell are you, anyway?!" he demanded, leaning across the table to get a better look at the succubus.

(What makes this even funnier for me is that I was just playing Ocarina of Time 3D and did just that. Twice. :p)
 
"Name's Etna, I'm from some version of Hell, and I kinda just do evil shit." Etna's little wings fluttered happily at the aggravation she'd caused Link. Freaking goody two-shoes types like him were easy pickings. "Look, I'm not saying you're a twat or anything, just that you're a verbally challenged sociopath with a penchant for serial vandalism. It's nothing to be ashamed of," she assured him, before sticking her leg out to trip a passing catgirl and catching her beer before it fell. "All I'm saying is that if you're gonna steal people's stuff all the time, just be honest with yourself about it."

She turned and pointed to a black-caped and cowled vigilante sitting in the corner with all the lights turned off, sipping the most pointlessly expensive cognac in the multiverse. "Like that guy, over there? Totally evil. I saw him beat the living shit out of some dude on the way in because he caught him stealing bread to feed his family, broke both his arms and knocked out all his teeth while grumbling something about justice. So now that guy lost his job because he's crippled and can't work and Mister Justice over there just put a whole family out on the street while he sips a glass that costs enough to buy eight families a house. You good-guys are way more evil than us bad-guys, because not only do you rack up a way bigger body count, you also lie about it. That's some seriously impressive evil."
 
Link followed the demoness's gesture and looked at the cowled man in the dark corner. He shuddered at the sight of the man. He certainly didn't look like one to be messed with, from what the Hero could see.

Etna's comment about a body count stung him, but in his slightly drunk state, he hardly noticed it. Instead, he refocused his attention on her, imagining, via beer goggles, her to be much more buxom than she really was. "Beautiful," he murmured, finishing off his goddesses-know-how-many-th drink. His free hand reached up to grope the little succubus's breast, not even caring anymore that they were practically out in the open.
 
(Also, if you want moral outrage, watch the animated movie Superman Vs The Elite...Superman is basically withholding medical technology that will cure all diseases, as well as devices that would strip super-villains of their powers, but he only uses those devices on other super-heroes and lets the villains run wild because he's psychologically addicted to the feeling of superiority he gets from 'saving' the world he actually endangers in the first place)

Etna's tiny boob squeaked when Link grabbed it, like a rubber ducky or something. She looked down at the sudden intruding hand and shrugged. "Go for it kid, whatever floats your boat." She kept drinking her beer while the boy fondled her shamelessly, rather enjoying the feeling of being used like a sex doll. He was squeezing her pretty hard in his drunken state. Were she not a succubus, and therefore a masochist by default, she'd probably be complaining about the pain. But as it stood, she didn't much care.
 
Link's other hand found its way to Etna's hip while he continued playing with her breast. Using his larger size to his advantage, the Hylian gently pulled the succubus over the edge of the table and onto his lap. He gave her a drunkenly lewd grin. His hand moved from her breast down south to her pussy, one finger finding its way in just to tease her.
 
It didn't take long for the masked man to reassess his surroundings. He didn't bother with drinks, but he did sit--er stand back and watch the scene unfold from his vantage. Things were flaring up in a way he didn't expect. The sight of the public sex act put a smile on his face if for no reason other than for his amusement in seeing others enjoying themselves, a good show to be had to conjure up his sexual vigor and the like. Unlike in the chapters of his universe , he was free to indulge his urges to their natural courses. Hell, maybe he wanted to indulge himself.

"A round of drinks to the sexy woman in the jester make-up." He ordered the barkeep. "Could you tell her? Compliments of Morien."
 
Harley backed up from Zexion after a while, realizing that he was stuck in some sort of idle animation. She sighed, then placed a small note in the young man's hand with her contact info.

She had just barely moved a few feet away from the Organization 13 member before the barkeep called her back, saying something about a guy named Morien buying a drink for her. The blonde girl turned to see who this Morien character was, seeing a man dressed in all black standing in a darkened corner of the bar. Harley gladly took her drink and thanked the barkeep before making her way across the room to the man.

"Morien, I'm guessing. Thanks for the drink," she said as she approached him. "Name's Harley Quinn."
 
The sight of the painted up damsel introducing herself before him, certainty did evoke a physical reaction in the young man, she oozed a certain sex appeal that he was less acquainted with, he'd only known wholesome country girls and women of noble standing. Judging from her appearance. She was neither of which. Not that it was a bad thing. Just something that intrigued him. He'd known jesters but none as buxom as her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her from the moment he entered the tavern, even though he tried to be as discreet about his improper leerings as he possibly could. Now her cleavage was fixed right infront of his face.

"It's no problem at all. I'd be a fool for leaving you all to yourself" He said with a sort of enclosed smirk. Though she couldn't see, his words conveyed his sentiments.

"So tell me Harley, Can I call you that? what makes a girl like you wake up and paint her face in such an interesting fashion? Your clothes inspire intrigue as well" His eyes drifting down her wardrobe.
 
Harley gave Morien a coy smile. "Well, I'm part of The Joker's group in Gotham City. I decided that this seemed appropriate for someone who would follow a man who looks like a... What was it the police called him..." She snapped her fingers. "A 'deranged clown.'"She laughed. "They always find new names to call him."
 
Morien listened to the female explain her appearance and her background, her belonging to a sort of troupe? in Gotham City? Such a thing seemed so removed to him and yet, he understood what she was saying or what she was trying to relate to him in so many words.

"Odd, you seem pleasant enough to me. " He tilted his head somewhat to get a grasp of what was being said "...but then again" He trailed off in thought. Maybe there was more to her than what she seemed.

"...You have a lovely face there Harley. I can tell. I don't mean to be rude but your body is exquisite as well. You must have lots of admirers. Can I tell you a secret Harley?"
 
Harley studied the man in black for a moment. Was there something he was getting at with that comment about her body? Her blue eyes narrowed a tiny bit as he asked if he could tell her a secret.

"Well," she said, drawing out the vowel sound, "depends on what the secret is." Deciding to toy with him, her coy smile returned. "Only if I get to tell you one."
 
Morien leaning forward, his body resting against hers now as he pinned himself to her more busty form, whispering into her ear, he spoke with thirst apparent in his tone "I'll let you take my mask off, but first...I wanna hear your secret. Then I'll tell you mine."
 
Harley reached up to the dark man's mask, tugging lightly at it. She winced slightly with discomfort at the feeling of Morien's armor plates digging into her, but she didn't complain. Instead, she stood on tiptoe to reach his ear. "I'm a wanted criminal in my world," she whispered, her voice sounding husky and full of desire. Looping her arms around the back of his neck, she waited for his reply.
 
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Standing before her was a young swordsman of isles heritage, roughly 15 or 16. Quite handsome in a exotic sort of way. "Mind if I?" He posited, the question no doubt referring to his wardrobe. He started with his plate armor, then came his gauntlets and hard leather pieces, he set them aside on a nearby table. Now that he was unburdened with armor, he could touch her the way he really wanted to. "Let's add another crime to your tally, shall we?" Obviously referring to the discrepancy in age.

A dark colored hand reached down to give her kitty a good stroke. Boy was she purring. Damp too, his hand wedging underneath whatever shorts she wore and it was a complete soaked mess. His fingers were sticky with fresh cum. He smiled at the discovery.

"You've been very naughty I see...I'm quite fond of promiscuous women." He pulled Harley onto his lap, taking a nearby chair, his hands slowly working her porn star body . "I was thinking Harley... My "sword" needs polishing. You'll do that for me?"
 
Harley's breath came in small gasps as Morien fingered her. She almost let out a pleasured moan, but was able to keep it in. "Might be young... but you know what you're doing," she said.

As the swordsman pulled her to sit on his lap, she adjusted herself to straddle his lap. The blonde girl could feel the young man's hardness through his clothes. "Well, someone's eager," she teased, slipping a hand into the waist of his trousers to actually feel his tool. "And a good size, too."
 
Warrior let loose an angered sigh at Link's disregard to public sex acts. He looked at Zelda who was being very quiet thoughout all of this before he sat down on his seat again and used a low powered Aura sphere to knock Link and Etna far away from him as he did not want to hear there sexual time, he did the same thing to Harley and the other guy before he turned round and took out an old video system he had where he could watch video of him and Firefox and the team.
 
Etna allowed Link to do as he pleased, his finger squeezing into her through a hellishly tight opening and straining the annular barrier of her hymen. The state of virginity was nearly unbearable to a succubus, so Etna didn't bother with foreplay. She reached down and pulled Link's semi-erect member out of his pants and shifted her hips so he slid inside. As he hardened fully, he swelled between her pussy lips and finally broke through into her slippery vagina.

"Ahhh," Etna sighed in relief. "That is so much better. How's that evil pussy feel? Tighter than that little elf slut you're always chasing, I bet."
 
Link gasped as he squeezed into Etna, not expecting the tightness. "G-goddesses... thought you'd... be a little..." He trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence. He knew all the rumors about succubi and had expected the same of this one. Regardless, he started thrustinh, slowly, of course, to compensate for her tightness.

"Z-Zelda's not... a slut..." he managed to gasp out. "Never even... d-did it... with her... a-anyway..."
 
As soon as her barrier gave way, Etna began getting wetter, her body relaxing a bit after the annoying tension of virginity had passed. "You never did that girl? That's such a shame," she said as she started rolling her hips a bit to stroke Link's penis with her inner walls. "That's the trouble with being a hero," she purred. "Heroes don't get to throw the girl on the floor and take her cherry." She pushed herself down hard onto the Hylian boy, driving his tip against her cervix. If she could sway this little goody-good over to the side of evil with just a few orgasms, she'd be rewarded for sure on her return to Hell.
 
With his free hand, Morien unhooked then guided her top off her slender shoulders, letting herself come undone, her perky full breast swelling to the touch. He took hold of them. Squeezing, fondling and letting his fingers probe the sensitive pink flesh. He leaned in kissing behind her ear, and along the stretch of that enticing neckline of hers, his breath warming her neck. Harley then said something about him being familiar with this sort of thing. It was true. "...You'd be surprised at how naturally this comes. Though I could still learn a thing or two. Like where I should cum? You'll help me with that, right?" He bit down on his lip. Unable to restrain himself from taking her in the wildest of ways.

He began to buck his hips back and forth underneath her building a thrusting rhythm. When she reached down to stroke him, he throbbed growing erect in her hand. He might have been losing himself right there. All 8 or so inches spilled out from her grip. He didn't seem to mind she was jerking him off in public for all eyes to witness.
 
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As soon as her barrier gave way, Etna began getting wetter, her body relaxing a bit after the annoying tension of virginity had passed. "You never did that girl? That's such a shame," she said as she started rolling her hips a bit to stroke Link's penis with her inner walls. "That's the trouble with being a hero," she purred. "Heroes don't get to throw the girl on the floor and take her cherry." She pushed herself down hard onto the Hylian boy, driving his tip against her cervix. If she could sway this little goody-good over to the side of evil with just a few orgasms, she'd be rewarded for sure on her return to Hell.
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Link's hips responded in kind to Etna's actions; when she drew back, so did he, and vice versa. He seemingly adjusted to the succubus' s tightness as they progressed towards their climaxes.

If anything could be said about swaying the Hero of Time to the evil side, it was almost instantly noticeable that his tanned complection was changing, turning lighter. The opposite went for his bonde hair as it darkened to black. His green clothes, while staying the same form, also shifted to a dark, colorless black. Link closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his blue irises had changed to a blazing red.

Link had become his alter-ego, Dark Link.

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With his free hand, Morien unhooked then guided her top off her slender shoulders, letting herself come undone, her perky full breast swelling to the touch. He took hold of them. Squeezing, fondling and letting his fingers probe the sensitive pink flesh. He leaned in kissing behind her ear, and along the stretch of that enticing neckline of hers, his breath warming her neck. Harley then said something about him being familiar with this sort of thing. It was true. "...You'd be surprised at how naturally this comes. Though I could still learn a thing or two. Like where I should cum? You'll help me with that, right?" He bit down on his lip. Unable to restrain himself from taking her in the wildest of ways.

He began to buck his hips back and forth underneath her building a thrusting rhythm. When she reached down to stroke him, he throbbed growing erect in her hand. He might have been losing himself right there. All 8 or so inches spilled out from her grip. He didn't seem to mind she was jerking him off in public for all eyes to witness.
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Harley let out a quiet moan, well aware that they were still out in the public eye, as Morien fondled her breasts. "O-Of course I'll help you," she said, responding to his question. "We all c-can learn a little more."
 
Etna felt like she just pushed the Staples button. "That was easy," she quoted from the old commercials. "You didn't even squirt yet. How come you've gone all emo-elf mode?"
 
Link, or Dark as this persona liked to be called, glared at her. "I'm not a fucking elf. Besides, it doesn't take much for Link to lose control of me."

As they were already on the floor from Warrior's aura sphere earlier, Dark flipped them over so that he was on top of Etna. A green glow appeared for a second in his palm, then the scenery changed from the bar to that of one of the many rooms the tavern had. "I love using that spell," Dark said. "Farore's Wind certainly has its uses."

Now that they could get comfortable, Dark began really plowing into the succubus, completely ignoring the fact that she was almost too tight for him. The bed underneath them creaked and bumped against the wall with every thrust the dark Hylian gave.
 
"Let's go upstairs so I can put this nine on you wench...without unnecessary distraction" He reached up grabbing a handful of Harley's pigtails, reeling her head back as he delivered that line in a whispered tone. He got up making his way to the stairway, allowing her to do so as well. He gave her ass a playful slap on the way up.
 
Harley didn't protest or make any motion to stirke Morien. She wasn't sure if he was the kind of man that would respond well to that sort of reaction or not. She let him lead her upstairs, taking the ass-slap in stride as they entered one of the rooms.

"Well," she said, looking around the room, "this one's different than the one I was in before." She started slowly taking off her clothes, revealing light skin only blemished by a couple of tattoos - one on her arm and one on her hip - of the Joker's face.
 
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