Author's note: Hello there! Just a couple things before getting started!
1. I do not own any mario's characters and this is written just for fun!
2. The koopalings don't have a defined age in this, but Ludwig is the oldest, followed by Lemmy, Roy & Wendy, Iggy, Morton and lastly Larry.
3. As stated in the summary, this story will contain Incest (siblingxsibling) and sexual themes, so if you are uncomfortable with either of them, please leave.
4. This first chapter doesn't have particular strong themes, they will begin in the next one.
Now, off we go!
Ludwig von Koopa.
Eldest offspring of the nefarious King Bowser Koopa, heir to the throne of the Darklands Empire, he was known by all the neighbouring kingdoms to be the cruelest and most ruthless among the Koopalings, the seven hideous princes children of the tyrant. Arrogant and prideful, he had been gifted with a brilliant, devilish mind which he devoted to serve evil, doing anything in his power to help his vicious parent into forcing all the peoples under his iron fist rule. The pompous prodigy, malevolent and wicked, was as feared as the king himself: leader of his siblings, his ego gloated knowing how much fright he could instill into the bordering lands.
Nursed in his turret room, secure nest of music sheets and piano keys, the aforementioned crown prince was laying into his royal bed, shuffling around, over and over, as his slumber denied him a peaceful rest. Skillful claws were grazing onto the slick, warm silk, while strong talons lashed twitchly at his fine linen, involuntarily exposing his body to the chilling grasp of early morning's air. Beads of sweat adorned his forehead, damping wild blue tufts of hair, rolling down in between furrowed brows, trickling near dangerous, bared fangs: a guttural snarl whistled through his clenched teeth, escaping from strained, quivering lips. Lost into a feverish sleep, he was witnessing tempting, sickly sweet sights. His body throbbed in a frenzied heat: it flumbed with his genius mind, reducing its glory to a muddled mess of clouded, sickening thoughts. His flesh, prey of the lecherous desire that pounded deep inside his will, burned, overwhelmed with heinous, revolting pulses. His blood boiled, rushing through his veins, pounding in his ears, annihilating every sound and amplifying his own lascivious screams.
Ludwig awoke.
Blazing sapphires shooted wide open as a single cry left his aching throat on its own accord, thundering in the high vaulted ceiling and resonating like an echo outside his chambers. Jerking violently, he pushed himself up while a clawed hand went to smack his mouth shut, harshly ceasing the sick moan that was still vibrating in his vocal chords. He could feel his heart pound badly against his chest, its frantic rhythm rumbling and tumbling in his rib cage as he tried, fruitlessly, to soothe the crazed beat, while frightened blue eyes darted around the room, inspecting every shadow with a piercing, horrified look.
As his hearing picked up nothing more than the noise of his own ragged breaths though, his tensed body started to give in the warm embrace of his smooth sheets, rigid muscles lulled by the waves of comfortable heat which resumed overflooding his senses after have been so painfully interrupted by his own instant of lucidity. Panting heavily, he removed his hand from his dry lips as small puffs of hot air slowly ascended from the corner of his mouth, thin strings of smoke fading in the frigid air. As quick as he had awoken, the koopa prince suddenly doubled over, arms latching around his trembling form and claws digging in the tender flesh of his sides as a second shockwave of revolting pleasure erupted from his very being, tearing another monstrous scream, which he couldn't halt in time. It bounced off the walls, racing past the closed doors, pouring in the hallways outside his chambers, dragging away the shreds of dignity his overheated mind had managed to grasp on.
At this point though, he could've not cared less.
He roared, a rumbling deep noise filled his ears, overpowering the sound of rushing footsteps that were approaching his door, stumbling in their tracks as their owner tried to contain his fright upon having to check on the wellbeing of his majesty, who sounded to be all but alright. Ludwig did not acknowledge the timid knock against the wooden doors, nor the stuttering yet persistent voice of a koopa troopa who, receiving no reply except for another raging, libidinous growl, did the worst choice he could've picked in this situation.
Double doors were slowly pushed open as a shaking form peeked inside, calling again for the whereabouts of the distressed prince, whose eyes darted over at him, attracted by the sudden appearance of another living being. Fogged pupils, partially obscured by a mane of matted blue hair, shrinked into mere slits as Ludwig sprang forward the intruder, his talons leaving deep streaks in the wooden floor as he leaped against the unfortunate guard, slamming him harshly against the ground and knocking the wind out of him in a matter of mere seconds. He shrieked victorious, out of his rational mind, a nasty smirk stretching onto his snout as his clouded blue eyes stared down at the fallen koopa, who was too dazed form the blow to think about prying himself free from the claws of the crazed crown prince. The latter shuddered violently in sweet anticipation, his forked tongue sliding outside his lips as droplets of saliva slowly made their way out the corners of his mouth, trailing down to his chin and staining his chest with their sticky warmth. He gave a deep, feral snarl as his back arched, his tail stiffening while pointing high up towards the stone ceiling, trembling with a small wave of pure bliss. He steadied himself, focusing on his prey, inching closer to the unlucky male's neck, ready to sink his fangs into the tender flesh, indulging in the forbidden pleasure his deepest and darkest instincts were leading him into, and then forcefully take what his aching body so desperately desired.
He didn't have this chance, however: before he could proceed with his ill intentions, a booming voice resonated through the main hall, a roaring call that made his head snap upwards to face the sudden, unwanted interruption.
"LUDWIG!"
There he was, the Koopa King himself, advancing towards his lunatic son with his heavy yet cautious steps, fierce red eyes gleaming with something akin to worry as they settled on the first of his children. His boy looked so... disheveled, so wild. His usual composure completely gone in the moment he turned to glare at him, standing secure on all fours, an inarticulate snarl leaving lips which usually spoke such sophisticated words he failed to comprende. He didn't even know why his heir was behaving in such an abnormal way…but he was determined to find out. He raised his clawed hands, approaching the distressed Koopaling in a way he hoped would not trigger an dangerous attack: his eldest may be small compared to him, but if he so desired, he was capable of getting a good amount of blows settled in before go down.
Walking slowly, Bowser glanced at the blue haired prince, who had lost interest into the fallen koopa troopa that managed to come back at his senses in time to crawl subtly out of the way, a hand holding his throat as he shakily got on his feet and stumbled out of sight. Ludwig didn't even notice, too focused on the adult dragon koopa that was making his way towards him. Somewhere in the recess of his confused mind, he did acknowledge this intimidating male was his parent, and he most likely wouldn't harm him, but his body begged to differ: with a roar he launched himself against the red haired menace, aiming at the hollow between shoulders and neck, stretched out claws effectively piercing hard scaled skin: tiny blood beads pooled on the surface, distracting the furious boy with their hypnotizing, shiny red. The King was quick enough to turn this moment into his own favour: strong hands went to grab Ludwig's chest just in time before he snapped back in attention, a bloodcurdling scream erupting from his throat as he tried to pry himself free, screeching and squirming in no avail, from the steady grip.
Uncaring about the razor sharp claws failing in front of his muzzle, Bowser held his heir tight into his arms, awkwardly trying to calm him down as he turned on his heels and stomped his way down the hallway, intending to bring the boy to Kamek: the old guy always had a remedy for everything.
On his route though, he started to get a hint of what was plaguing his eldest: Ludwig's body felt way too hot to be comfortable, and he reekedof the sick sweet smell of bliss inducing pheromones, mixed with a worrisome amount of testosterone. If his drooling and dazed eyes still hadn't kicked in any doubts, now the Koopa King knew his offspring was in heat, and from the looks of it it was a really rough one. For his age, the firstborn had always been mature, both in a intellectual and physical way: he had already experienced this occurrence frequently in the past, and he had always managed to control it well, by locking himself up in his room and play his piano all day long… apart from the self explanatory smell he could do nothing about, Bowser never saw him displaying any other sign. It seemed like all of them came crashing on his boy tonight, turning him into this raging, confused mess. When they made it to the magikoopa, he confirmed his majesty's thought, and rushed to retriever his magic wand.
An hour and a set of bitemarks and scratches later, together they managed to put the prince to sleep, finally placid after this troublesome night, for the moment freed from his vicious impulses. He had just collapsed out of nowhere, unable to bear with such crazed burden anymore: his body had gone limp and he had blacked out, falling in a deep, silent slumber. Bowser stared at his now asleep son, a hand running into his red mane as a rumbling sigh was finally released from his heavy chest.
He didn't even want to think about what damn mess will await him when Ludwig will wake up again, or what the eldest could do if he got his claws onto his siblings the next day!
