Weeks
had passed. Weeks of boredom, weeks of waiting, weeks of passing the
time by planting evil vines and burning them to the ground in evil
flames. All waiting and no torturing makes Cia a dull sorceress...no,
worse. A dull goddess of time. She'd occasionally summoned her
generals for reports, but they had nothing to say. She'd even used
her powers to check on the enemy, but not to attack them directly,
that would be too easy. Even for someone of her status and power, Cia
was starting to go st

Lana
felt extremely uneasy. She hadn't heard from Link nor Zelda for days
after they were forced to retreat the battle against Cia. She'd sent
scouts out to search all known locations in the current and
"borrowed" eras, some of the best people she could ever ask
to help, but none of them had come back yet. "It's okay,"
she constantly told herself, "They've only been gone for one
day. Or was it two? Either way...they'll be back with the news in a
jiffy. They had to, even

Cia
looked at her breasts. Considering that they now contained the
spirit, body, and Triforce that used to be her heart's desire, she
didn't know what to think. But there were two things she was
certain about. One, she enjoyed the size, power, and feeling that
her new breasts gave her. And two, she wanted more.Cia
looked over at Zelda, bound up in chains of darkness. She was a
beautiful woman, that wasn't in dispute. Her figure was curvaceous,
and her battle armor did reveal a healthy

Cia
sat on a throne in the Temple of Souls, leaning her arm on her chair.
She had been waiting for Link to show up for quite a while, swinging
his Master Sword bravely as he entered her chamber to face her. Oh,
Link,
she thought, putting her hand on her left breast, over her
heart. Why
did you make me do all this? Why did you have to be enamored
with that Zelda twit? What does she have that I don't? I mean, it's
certainly not her figure, her breasts may be nice but they're much
smaller