Bowser's castle was enormous. Intimidating. Huge grey stone walls supported jutting towers and aggressive turrets juxtaposed jagged against a sky that always seemed to be red with malice. The castle stood monolithic amidst the moat of pure lava surrounding it, the moat itself boiling the air and anything else that dared wander into it's castle's, and therefore it's master's realm. Unfortunately, I dared.
I was an ambassador. Whit Cappling, a Toad of the humble Mushroom Kingdom. I approached the castle alone, as ordered, sweating freely in the heat. A guard in a set of motley yellow-and-green tortoise shell armor stepped toward me as I made my way to the stone lining the edge of the moat that marked the connections point of the draw bridge, his long spear pointed at my throat. Reptilian green eyes squinted at me though the slit of his helmet, and I found myself wondering how creatures so different from myself could still look so similar.
Koopas and Toads, and many other creatures, had the same basic traits. The term humanoid had come into popular use since Princess Peach took the throne. Though, no one was really one hundred percent certain the Princess was actually human, but she bore enough of a similarity to the residents of the distant Metro Kingdom that Toads normally didn't openly question her on it. There were questions, obviously. Why not toad-oid? Shy-oid? Even koopa-oid. The simple answer was; "because she's the princess". Most Toads were simple enough to just take the simple answer and leave it at that.
The Koopa guard grunted at me and threatened with his spear again, the tip gleaming inches from my neck. I put up my hands in a gesture of surrender.
"What do you want, Toad?" He demanded. The Koopa's fingers gripped and re-gripped the shaft of his weapon, looking for a reason to strike. He was big, and I wanted nothing to do with conflict involving him. Slowly, I produced a letter from my pocket, stamped with the royal seal of the Mushroom Kingdom and showed it to him.
"I'm on official business for the Peace Talks." I told him. He reached for the letter, but I pulled it away and stuffed it in my pocket just as his claws scraped the paper. Reckless Koopa probably would've ruined it. "For Bowser's eyes only." I said. The guard squinted again, and I thought I glimpsed the other guard tighten his grip on his own spear.
"Lord Bowser told us to expect a female. You're not that… Right?" He looked genuinely curious, glancing me over as he lowered his spear but still trying to seem upset at my subtraction of the "Lord" from Bowser's name. I let him wonder for a few moments. Toads tended to lean toward androgyny, but you could usually still tell the women from men at a glance. I myself fell more towards the middle of that scale, maybe more to the feminine side on most days, and had often been mistaken for a girl, though more so in my youth. It used to annoy me, but I'd grown used to it by now, and it was sometimes fun to confuse people. I was small, as most Toads are, compared to him, only coming up to about his shoulder in height "No. The Princess regrets that no women were available today."
The Koopa regarded me suspiciously for a few moments. He turned his back to me and raised a hand in the air, then arched it down to his side. I strained to see another Koopa Guard mimic the motion atop the walls of the keep. He disappeared into a doorway and the distant clanking of chains signaled the start of the drawbridge's decent. My Koopa Guard took back his original position as the bridge lowered next to him with a heavy thud. I smiled thanks at him, he seemed offended at that, and made my way across the bridge, trying my best not to look over the side at the bubbling heat below me, or question why a wooden bridge would be used over such a moat. I glanced back and thought I saw the guard turning away from looking at me, but he could have just as well been looking at his partner.
Two guards fell in step with me as I passed though the portcullis, flanking me from the periphery of my vision. It didn't exactly set me at ease, but they kept the watching eyes of the servants and other creatures wandering the courtyard from lingering on me for too long, which I appreciated. I normally didn't mind attention, to be honest, but the eyes of these Koopa were laden with the heavy malice of a people taught to hate. I wished quietly that my appointment with the king would be over quickly.
The guards ushered me through the gigantic oaken doors of the castle, and I quickly gauged the differences between our kingdoms. Peach's castle was by no means humble, but it was simple. White stone, large paintings, carpets rolled through every corridor, but nothing extravagant, nothing to suggest she was inherently better. The inside of Bowser's castle however, was lavish.
Dark stonework walls were encrusted with sconces, tapestries, and paintings. The corridors were lined with tables and pedestals sporting golden metalworks and busts of people I'd never seen. Suits of regal Koopa armor were set out along dark red carpets embroidered with complex, blocky patterns. Bowser was wealthy, powerful. His castle flaunted it shamelessly.
I was practically pushed into the next room after stopping a moment too long to oggle a painting. A Koopa in a blue robe and matching pointed hat quickly took my name, and refused to believe I had no title, hurriedly asking me several more times before a quiet tapping filled the room. The Koopa blanched at the sound, turned, and cleared his throat.
"Ambassador Whit Cappling, of the Mushroom Kingdom." He announced loudly to the room. I turned my attention from the odd, bespectacled Koopa to realize my surroundings.
Oh. The throne room. And seated in the throne at the end of the room, the Koopa King, Bowser himself.
The first thing I wasn't prepared for was how large he was. I'd never seen Bowser before, only heard stories, but those didn't set in mind just how monumental he seemed, even sitting there lazily with his jaw on his knuckles. His arms were heavily muscled, and looked like he could crush my head just by setting it in his elbow and flexing. He wore a white sleeveless fitted doublet that did little to mask the matching muscle that made up the thickness of his torso, brown pants, and heavy, spiked black boots. His wrists were adorned with thick black bracelets also laden with spikes. He cut an imposing figure, sitting there. Staring at me.
I scrambled to remove my cap, tousle my short blonde hair into some sort of order, and bow low all in a quick succession. The Koopa beside me seemed amused at my fumbling and ushered me forward at some signal from the king I didn't see. I tucked my cap under my arm and approached the throne.
The second thing I wasn't prepared for, was how handsome he was. His thick, unruly red hair swept sideways as much as he could make it until small swaths fell into his face, settling against his matching eyebrows. His jaw was square, strong. His nose straight and broad. His skin a muted yellow that almost seemed to glow in the soft, warm light of the throne room. A heavy brow hung over startling eyes, reptilian, red like rubies, and burning into my being with every passing second. They swam with intelligence, looking me up and down as a approached, suddenly making me feel very exposed. His lips parted several moments before he spoke. His voice was deep and rumbling.
"You have something for me?" He asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. My hands fumbled to pull the letter from my pocket.
I found myself unable or unsure of whether I was supposed to look directly at him, so I stared at his boots. I couldn't help but steal glances up, though. There was just something that drew the eye to him. The regality? His looks? Maybe both. The Koopa in the robe practically ripped the letter from my grip and handed it to Bowser.
"Thank you Kamek." Bowser said. Something about the way he spoke seemed almost off. Practiced. I heard his claw cut through the seal and the rustling of paper. I glanced up. He was hunched over in the throne now, the paper in two fingers. He looked like a giant trying to read a children's book. I struggled to suppress a giggle, at which Kamek looked at me like he was about to suffer an aneurysm over the sheer thought of it. He looked to Bowser furiously, but the king was still reading, and he kept his silence. It wasn't that long a letter. I wasn't sure why he was taking so long to finish. Maybe he was rereading it to memorize? Some politicians did that. Finally he looked up, and passed the letter over to Kamek, who read through it in a few seconds. Bowser lifted a great eyebrow, his clawed fingers scratched at the stubble on his jaw.
"I was under the impression Peach was sending me a woman." He said. Bowser sat back in the throne, looking me over as if sizing me up, his eyes lingering here and there for long moments. I struggled not to try and cover myself from his piercing gaze.
"The princess apologizes, my Lord, but she was unable to find an available fema-" Bowser held up a hand to stop me.
"In other words, the women were to afraid of me, so she sent a pretty boy." The king said with a slight grin. What struck me the most was that he didn't say the phrase "pretty boy" like it was an insult, like it was a bad thing like so many bullies had in the past. He said it genuinely. I suddenly felt my face warming and diverted my eyes from his stare. I cleared my throat.
"May I take my leave, my Lord?" I asked. I was feeling very out of place here, and shifted my weight foot to foot. Lord Bowser looked confused.
"Go? Did Peach not tell you why you came?" He asked. I swallowed.
"To deliver a letter? The discussion of peace? I thought I was a courier." I answered, unsure. The Koopa King smiled.
"No little mush. You were supposed to be the peace. Peach was sending an ambassador for me to court, and hopefully marry. For the good of our kingdoms. I would stop invading and kidnapping and razing, etcetera, the Mushroom Kingdom, and in exchange I would be given a bride." The shock on my face must have been apparent, because Kamek stepped forward then.
"But in sending you, Princess Peach has forfeited the arrangement. This is an act of war!" He screamed, wavng the letter around in the air. "You will be imprisoned, then executed by the laws of our land!" My stomach fell, and tears began to well. Executed? For delivering a letter? Could they really be that cruel?
"Kamek!" Bowser interjected, his voice breaking over the smaller Koopa's ranting easily. He had gripped the arms of his throne, on the verge of standing, his face rising into fury. Kamek practically shrank into himself. Bowser smoothed his expression and continued. "If you would reread the letter, you'll see that it says she'll send "a citizen of the Mushroom Kingdom". It doesn't mention a woman, or even a Toad. This is well within the agreement." The slow, methodical manner of speech was breaking from his sentences. It had been an act, apparently, but for what reason I couldn't tell, and he was still struggling to maintain it. Kamek skimmed the letter frantically.
"B-b-b-b-but! She's sabotaging your line! Such a union would never produce an heir to the throne, y-"
"I have an heir, Kamek. Or did you forget my son that easy?" Bowser growled. He bared thick fangs, flame licking the corners of his mouth. I thought he might roast the wizard right there. I stood, rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do or say. It was at this point I noticed the smaller signs around the chamber as I was attempting to avoid notice.
There were deep gashes from classes along the arms of the throne. Cracks and fissures spider-webbed the tile floor, radiating from the throne itself. Scorch marks that couldn't be scrubbed away stained the columns and singes had yet to be repaired on the carpet. That was the act. He was pretending to be cool, and calm, and collected. But really, he was the opposite. The signs and Kamek's reactions all pointed to a powerful king that was quick to anger, and quick to take that anger out violently. I swallowed again, aware that I had begun to shake. Bowser turned his eyes back to me, and attempted to calm himself.
"We should be thankful for the thought Peach has given this arrangement. She always makes… the best of any situation." He paused, leaning back once more. "And he is pretty." Kamek simply nodded in submission. I was still shaking, still frightened, even though I wasn't the one being threatened. I tried to gather my thoughts.
"W-with all due respect, Lord Bowser. I'm dirty, and sweaty, and I'm sure I smell like bad soup." I forced a small smile. I had to at least get out of this situation. Out of the room, so that I could calm down and think. "I don't feel very pretty at all, and especially not worthy of being courted in this condition, and by a king, no less." I said bashfully. Bowser tapped his temple like it was an obvious point that he'd missed.
"Of course. Uh, we were late in starting preparations, your room isn't ready yet. Kamek, escort our guest to the baths, and find him some suitable clothes." He ordered.
Kamek bowed low and gave a simple "your highness". I bowed similarly, and Kamek took my arm in a rough grip to lead me from the throne room and down several corridors and two flights of stairs. We arrived to a corridor half filled with steam, Kamek leading me up to a door that itself seemed to be perspiring from the moisture in the air.
"Here you are." He said sharply, then turned on his heel and marched back the way we came, leaving me stranded in unfamiliar territory.
That was one uncomfortable situation ungracefully avoided. Well, I suppose it could be considered graceful in the intellectual sense, but I didn't really consider anything that had to do with me stinking very much so. My cap still under my arm, hair sticking to the frame of my face, I took the cool handle and pushed into the room.
Steam blinded me as it rushed out while I rushed in, preparing myself for a shock of naked people. But there was no one. The baths were empty. The steam settled from my eyes and I could see the still water glistening gently in several large pools, the steam rolling low en mass and rising to fill the rest of the space and set it through a sightly smoky filter. One pool in the corner, however, was bubbling violently. I assumed that one was for the more heat tolerant creatures.
I sighed my relief out heavily. I didn't know if I was prepared to strip in front of people. The Mushroom Kingdom didn't use public baths, and I'd only ever bathed alone or with a romantic partner so I wasn't exactly sure what to think about seeing a stranger's privates. I tried to shake the thought from my mind and slipped off my vest and the puffy pants native to my kingdom, both of which did wonders to masculinize my slim curves. I felt a little exposed in this huge room with no clothes on, so I kicked off my flat shoes a little awkwardly, and stepped down into the closest pool. It was wonderfully warm. I sank down to my shoulders with a heavy sigh. I splashed some water over my face and ran my hands through my hair, not quite ready to wash it yet but at least getting it away from my face.
I wonder where Bowser bathes. No, no. I didn't. I didn't want to picture him naked right now, but there it was. Muscles rippling, standing waist deep in water. Fuck. Shouldn't think about that. I wonder how big his- No! Absolutely not. But again, I found myself picturing it. I felt a warm flush pass across my face. I closed my eyes and sat there, thinking dirty thoughts about my host, the king who complimented me, defended me. I smiled and bit my lip, and my fingers snaked their way down to pleasure below the water. I spent a few minutes with my hand, running the other over my body and pretending they were both his.
A door on the other side of the baths slammed open and the room was filled with laughing and shuffling feet. I quickly pulled my hands away from myself, sinking further into the water and hoping the three Koopas that had just barged in didn't notice me.
They were all fairly tall, and strapped with muscle. The one leading had short cropped red hair and an athletic build. The other two were sightly taller, one with a more narrow build and just as much muscle with brown hair, the other much wider set, with decidedly thicker muscle and a wild mane of black hair that extended down into mutton chops. All of them had the same orange-yellow tinged skin as The other Koopa I'd seen around the castle. The brunet looked at me, nudged the redhead, and pointed. Damn. The two looked at each other, then stepped down into the water, the third following on principal, and approached me. I found that I couldn't back any further into the wall.
"Well now." The redheaded Koopa said. "We meet again." I stared at him. I didn't remember meeting this creature before, but he did sound a bit familiar. He squinted at me, his reptilian green eyes glancing over more of me than I would have liked. Oh, of course.
"You were the bridge guard?" I asked. He looked the same height, and I was trying very hard to focus on that aspect of him rather than his increasingly moist muscular build. The heavy condensation was making him almost glisten. He was nowhere near as large as Bowser, but his job definitely required fitness, and he exuded that from every pore, along with his two friends. Naked, surrounded by muscular men. There was a time when that was my wildest fantasy.
"The two of us, yeah." He gestured to his colleague, the brunet who nudged him. "Word is you're gonna be here a while." I simply nodded. He smiled and I averted my eyes down, finding myself staring directly at his crotch. I flushed and snapped my eyes to the side, shifting to try to hide my body's reaction. I never did finish off. But it was too late. The Koopa seemed to notice everything, unfortunately for me, looking into the water at my prominent arousal. Damn muscular men. Instead of being disgusted, as I expected, he smiled again, slyly this time. "Well then. Looks like somebody's excited to be here." He stepped a little closer. "Any chance we could help each other out?" He asked. I practically turned red.
"I, uh. I don't-" I couldn't keep my eyes on one spot. Face, chest, crotch, arms, crotch, chest, crotch. Of course we couldn't help each other. Ridiculous. I was an ambassador, supposedly supposed to be courted by the king, and this guard wanted a sexual favor? Even if it was the kind of thing I'd fantasised about in the past.
I looked up at him again. He was rather nice looking, for a Koopa. His friends weren't bad either. My hand twitched upward. It was so tempting. What would the harm be? If no one found out, nothing. And who would find out? I decided to test his commitment. Maybe he was playing a joke, after all. I placed a hand on his thigh and slowly slid it upward. His skin was odd. A fusion of flesh and scale, I found myself caressing it more out of interest than sex. He felt so solid. Toads never got this muscular, and we were always soft and practically smooth besides the hair on our heads.
The guard didn't retreat, just watched my hand, his eyes flicking to mine as I looked up at him. I my other hand found its way up the other thigh, and I sat up higher, coming level with his groin. My fingers traced the lines of muscle where his stomach met with it. I watched goosebumps appear on his skin, and his own arousal soon became as apparent as mine, though a little more sizable. Screw it.
"This is very unprofessional." I said softly as I wrapped my fingers delicately around him, trying to play joking to cover my nerves. Slowly, glancing between his face and my prize, I began to work him, my heart attempting to beat out of my chest. I could see him try to fight off biting his lip.
"I won't tell a soul," he said, looking back to his compatriots. "Will we boys?" They responded with shaking heads and several 'no sir's. I flashed a small smile of amusement and turned my attention back to jerking off this almost complete stranger.
The thought filled my stomach with butterflies. It was bad, I knew. But he felt so nice in my hands. I massaged his balls gently with one hand, working over his shaft with the other and occasionally swiping my thumb over the tip. It was so close to my face, I almost felt drawn to it.
My lips parted, and I planted a long, firm kiss on his tip. I looked up for his reaction. He pushed fingers through my hair and cupped the back of my head, guiding me toward him with the gentlest of pulls. I didn't resist, but parted my lips further to accept him into my mouth. Sweet precum glided across my tongue with him, and I gave a satisfied hum. I'd missed that taste.
I locked my eyes with his, bobbing my head slowly along his length. My tongue undulated eagerly with my movements, and I reveled in his soft moans and whispers of "fuck" down at me. He threw his head back, and I took the chance to look to the side. Instead of shying away from the sight, the other two guards were watching us and touching themselves shamelessly. It was… Oddly hot. I suddenly wanted them too. I smirked around my guard's cock and beckoned them with a finger. They looked at each other for a moment, then practically rushed to flank us on either side, erections hanging heavily over me.
Am I a slut? I took them each up in a hand and began to work them while bobbing along the length in my mouth. Everyone's allowed some fun once in a while. I was to be courted by the King, probably for marriage. I should have my fun while I could. Everyone had fantasies, I was just taking advantage of mine quite literally being shoved in my face. I came up for air and smiled. I took the cock to the left into my mouth, massaging him with my hand in front of my sliding lips. I could see the first Koopa touching himself out of the corner of my eye, watching me suck off his friend. They were all looking at me with such a hunger in their eyes it made me tingle. I felt wanted. Sexy.
Suddenly the Koopa I was blowing took my head in his hands and pulled me down on him, hilting himself in my mouth. It was fast, but I managed to loosen my throat in time so as not to gag immediately. He moaned deeply, and I could feel the bulge of his length in my throat. I looked up at him, eyes full of as much innocence as I could muster with a cock down my throat, holding my breath. He eased up and let me off, then pulled me back in again and began bucking into my mouth. I held my jaw low enough to allow him, tongue out and sliding back and forth as he fucked my mouth.
He went deeper, pushing farther and farther into my throat each time. A low gluk issued from the back of my throat along with every thrust. My eyes started to water. It was hard to hold my breath this long. The Koopa jerked suddenly, and shoved himself as far down as he could go. He held me there, and I felt warmth running down my throat from within while he groaned above me. My chest began to convulse from the lack of air, but we were both set on letting him send as much of his seed down my throat as he could.
Finally he released me, and my head shot back. I gasped for air, my cheeks lined with tears and a mix of saliva and cum clinging to my lips and his cock, the concoction dripping from my chin. I swallowed hard to clear my esophagus of his load and gave a weary smile as he sat down in the water next to me and leaned back against the wall with a gasped "holy shit". One down, two to go.
I turned back to my first guard and gripped him, and having let go of the other in the surprise of being throat-fucked, re-gripped him too. I gently lead them to stand closer together to give myself an easier time and started to massage both shafts vigorously. They loved it. I sucked the tip of one, then moved to gently suck the other's balls, letting his girthy gift lay across my face for a few guilty moments before slowly running my tongue along his entire length. He had a very nice one. I wrapped my soft lips around him and sucked him slowly, giving him a deep hum for a bit of extra stimulation. He seemed to enjoy that a lot. He ran a hand through my hair and gave a few small thrusts, but didn't repeat the other guard's adventure. I was almost disappointed, he was very handsome, and big, and I was very curious how good he was with the gift he'd been given.
I let up off the Koopa, breathing heavily and eagerly over his tip while I worked them both. I could feel them twitching now. A presence behind me distracted me for a moment. I felt myself being straddled. The other guard kneeled behind me and his hands grazed over my hips ever so slowly, tantalizingly. One of the clawed visitors moved down and groped me delicately, while the other moved upward. His fingers reached my nipple, gently teasing it, rolling it between index and thumb. I moaned involuntarily.
I didn't think I could blush harder than I already was, but I did. He worked me from behind while I worked his comrades from the front- but it was too much. He was too good with his hands. I kept getting distracted, huffing and moaning softly, unable to do more than look up at the two burly men standing over me and squeeze them. They both chuckled softly, and one after the other nudged my hands away. They leaned over me, erections held directly over my face, so close their tips almost touched.
"Don't waste any." My first guard said with a smile. It took me a moment to be register his meaning. I opened my mouth and cupped my hands under my chin, panting. Moaning. I hung out my tongue for better target. I couldn't think straight. I wanted them. More than anything I ever remembered wanting.
Ropes of warm white shot over my face. I felt it land heavily across most of my cheek, and I had to close an eye before it streamed over my eyelid. I felt it in my hair and on my chin, my forehead even. The salty-sweet taste rushed across my tongue and gathered in a small pool in my mouth, ran over my lip and down my chin into my hands below.
The smell, the feeling, it sent me over the edge. Waves of pleasure rushed through my body like a stormy tide, and I streamed out my own orgasm into the water. My eyes rolled up as I convulsed gently against the man holding me, and he smiled against my ear and sent shivers down my neck with it.
I looked up at the two Koopa wearily. Closed my mouth, and swallowed. The huge gulp of cum slinked slowly down my throat, and I savored every second of it. I showed my clean mouth, and then slowly licked the thick load from my hands, and repeated the process. The guards all looked genuinely impressed. I cleared my throat, shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.
"That was… Exceptional." I breathed.
"Glad you enjoyed yourself. I know we did." The first guard said. The others laughed genuinely. The guard behind me had wrapped his arms around me and was now just holding me gently against him. He still had an erection, but I supposed that couldn't be helped, and the gentle embrace was reassuring.
"Um," I blanched, "It occurs to me that...I don't know your names." I shied backward. Oh God. I didn't know their names. We had a foursome and I didn't even know what to call them. Maybe I really was a slut. The first guard read the concern on my face.
"My name's Ryko." He thumbed to the man to his left, the one with the nice dick. Jeez, that's how I was identifying him. "This is Murray, and that's Lem." He pointed at the Koopa holding me last. Murray and Lem gave small hellos.
"Nice to, uh, meet you all. I'm Whit." I said shyly. "Cappling." I added, for no real reason but awkwardness. Ryko smiled.
"Well Whit Cappling, let's get you cleaned up, though I can't say I don't like seeing you like this." He joked. I blushed again. Why? I was practically begging for it moments ago. I guess it was one thing to be hot and heavy in the moment, but as soon as that passed it was back to the same old shy Whit.
What came next was the greatest bath experience I'd ever had. Each one of them took a sponge and pampered me, taking my limbs and face up delicately and washing me with care. They scrubbed me and kissed my skin gently as they finished, which worked me up a little bit again. Once I was cleaned up from our escapade I insisted on helping them wash too. I draped myself over Ryko's back and washed him where he couldn't reach. I shampooed Lem's hair. I sat in Murray's lap and washed his wide chest. Each time I returned their favor and kissed them near where I washed, trailing slow pecks over Ryko's back, Lem's neck, and Murray's chest. I thought Murray might take me right there from the eyes he gave me, but he didn't.
Once we were finished we all dried and dressed ourselves. Someone had left clothes for us, but no one had seen anybody enter or leave at any point. I personally hoped they came during the washing. At least that I could explain. I wasn't sure I wanted to face Bowser if he learned I'd had an orgy with his guards.
The clothes the guards were left were simple grey tunics and trousers that fit them annoyingly well. I couldn't help but admire the men in own clothes were far more regal than I thought I deserved. A fitted cream shirt piped with gold, with sleeves that extended over my wrists and onto my hands, which I thought was admittedly cute, and a high, close fitting collar. The trousers were grey, tight, and stretchy, but surprisingly comfortable, and the boots were black, sightly heeled, and long to the knee. It felt princely. I wasn't sure how I felt about feeling princely, though. My guard trio, however, all nodded their approval.
I combed my hair into some kind of order and stood in front of Ryko to bid him goodbye. And I froze. I felt close to him, though really we'd only spent maybe two hours together. How do you say goodbye in this circumstance? He seemed to reciprocate my issue. I held out a hand awkwardly for a shake. He clasped his big, clawed hand around mine and shook it, then suddenly pulled me into a hug. I tensed momentarily. Then I melted into him. We hugged for a moment, and he pulled back to look at me. His intense green eyes searched my blue ones for a moment. Then he kissed me. I froze again, and once again melted. His kiss was sweet, and genuine. He released me after a few tender moments, scratching his red hair awkwardly.
"Uh, sorry. I just didn't think I'd ever have the chance again." He mumbled. I tried to no avail to rub the blush from my face.
"It's okay." I said. "I liked it. Now Lem," I stepped over to him and walked my fingers up his arm teasingly. He flushed. I'd learned that he was just as shy, if not more, as me, and it was rather fun to mess with him. "Thanks for showing me such a good time." I hugged him around the neck, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him too, though maybe not quite as genuinely as Ryko. He came away looking flustered. Murray had to stoop a bit more to hug me. His thick arms clamped around my waist and he hoisted me up into a bear hug, but refrained from actually snapping my spine with it as I thought might happen with those literal trees for limbs. I ran my fingers through his thick black mutton chops and his mane of hair and kissed him too. Deeply. I also might have slipped in some tongue, and I opened my eyes just enough to see the surprise on his face. He let me down after several seconds. I stepped back, started to turn away, and grabbed his collar to pull him down into another quick kiss. More surprise. I let him go with a guilty smile and apologized. Quickly, I turned on a heel and rushed out, only hesitating at the door.
"Goodbye, Boys." I called over my shoulder. I looked just in time to catch all three of them admiring my behind and then pretend like they weren't. I caught a glimpse of myself in the water. My ass did look rather nice in these trousers. I gave them a parting smile and pushed through the door.
This was turning out to be an eventful visit. And I was loving it.