Conquering a Princess (Rewrite)

by Tabasaki2

Through a political marriage, Bowser will teach the Cosmic Protector all about sex, dominance and submission. Forcing her to experience endless pleasure, he'll break her into a cock-addicted slave who can't resist him. Erotica. Master/slave. Warnings: Sexual slavery. This is solely smut, not a political intrigue story. Dark, but not forceful nor heartwrenching. Rewrite!

1. Chapter 1: First Night

I promise the intro is very short. Rest assured: this is smut, not some political conspiracy story.

Disclaimer: This is purely a fantasy, potentially shared by many a man or woman. If you are one of them, do not try to re-enact any part of this outside of a role-play situation where both parties have given their express consent.

If you're a man or woman who has trouble saying 'no', please seek counseling and try not let yourself be taken advantage of like this in real life, because it won't be nearly as sexy or safe.

Lastly, this is not a love story. Those have merit to some people, but my interests lie in dominance and submission, and the story would have a different feel if I included those aspects. The point of this tale is Bowser making Rosalina into a slave, so don't expect a lovey dovey ending, despite what any potential romance might imply, or you might be disappointed.

If you're okay with all of that, by all means, enjoy this lovely story. Fantasize responsibly.

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Voices came from the war room of Bowser's castle. Angry, distressed, annoyed voices. The koopa king's armies proved victorious for the moment, but the eternal thorns in Bowser's side, Mario and Luigi, stifled any chance he had of winning. The brothers had crushed troop morale, and he and his team struggled to come up with plans to defeat the two.

"Let's take a break. I need some fresh air," declared the King of the Koopas.

All silently agreed and nodded as Bowser stepped out onto a balcony. If only he could shut down the Cosmic Observatory, the instrument allowing the brothers to travel to any galaxies he controlled. Detonating or disabling it would certainly give him the upper hand, but such a feat seemed easier said than done. The only obvious way involved kidnapping one of the inhabitants, but all stayed safely aboard the observatory at all times.

Could he maybe trick Rosalina into revealing herself and then capture her? No, her power dwarfed any sort of common restraint. He needed a way to force her to stick around if he wanted to get to the Observatory. But how?

Suddenly, Bowser's face lit up, as he realized a critical detail: he had no chance of winning the war, but his opponents didn't know that. What if he came out of this deal a little richer, and perhaps later, a lot richer?

After a few moments, the sound of his iconic, booming laughter permeated the room.

...

Many months later, and the sorceress and guardian of the stars reflected on her current position. Bowser had agreed to make peace, and the conditions he agreed to were by no means bad for either her or the multitudes she represented. In fact, they were actually quite favorable, as Bowser agreed to retreat off of every planet he had conquered. Everyone showed skepticism at first, but he alleviated their fears when he told them about the effect on his troops to be so far away from home. He couldn't put them through any more battles, and wanted it to end.

Rosalina wondered about the truth of his statements, but they were the last thing on her mind. Her brain occupied itself with the part of the deal that she never expected in a thousand years.

Marriage.

It had been a month since that decision, and currently she stood in Bowser's castle, at the foot of his bed, about to consummate the result of that treaty. She had been escorted by guards earlier, and instructed to strip down and wait for her new husband.

She scanned the room she'd be spending the next hour inside of. It looked quite massive, enough to throw a small party if the furniture were removed, though the somewhat-shut-in bride wondered if the single entrance and no windows would put a damper in such a plan. A few moderately sized braziers hung on the wall, with a giant one resting on the ground a few feet in front of the bed. Draped over most of the floor, Rosalina saw a beautiful carpet with the Koopa Kingdom colors and symbol, mostly covered by the bed, but still fairly visible. It all made sense for a king, though she never would've expected such sophistication based on Bowser's reputation.

The object that captured her attention the most was the bed, particularly its gargantuan size, which seemed enough to easily fit a dozen people on it. It looked very neat and tidy, and surprisingly clean, though she supposed he had maids to handle that part for him.

After analyzing the room for a bit, she returned to her earlier task. The cosmic defender moved her hands above her head, touching her palms to the silver crown and curling her fingers around the top. She pulled it up and off of her head, and held it in front of her, closing her eyes as her hands made the crown glow a gentle blue, before it gradually faded from existence.

Next, her wedding dress. Rosalina brought her hands together in a similar formation as a person about to clap, again making them glow blue. In the blink of an eye, the dress expanded all parts of itself until it was far too large for her. Then, she moved her hands to her sides and watched the entire gown simply fall to the floor.

As soon as it dropped, the cool air of the room suddenly made itself known, passing by her now naked figure and sending shivers across her body. The wedding dress may have offered little protection from the elements, but it did just enough to stop her nerves from acting up, at least in response to the cold.

Rosalina floated a step back, before using a similar gesture to return the dress to its original size. She then laid it out onto the bed, neatly folding it before taking it back into her hands. The object glowed again, shortly before it seemingly vanished from existence just as her crown.

Now she stood completely naked, at the edge of the bed. She put the palms of both hands over her abdomen, with one hand cupping the other, before looking towards the door. She took in a long halting breath through her nose, before expelling it from her mouth.

Her body wouldn't listen to her attempts to calm herself, instead continuing to shake in response to the cold, and perhaps the thought of meeting Bowser as well. He had suggested that she 'make herself at home', but being naked in a stranger's house made such a task exceedingly difficult. She felt far too uneasy to get under the covers, and felt even less comfortable with the wedding dress and crown on than being naked. Given the circumstances, she elected to stand where she was... shivering...

Rosalina took a moment to reflect on how surreal her situation felt, if only to take her mind off of the surrounding temperature. She now stood in the den of one of her former greatest enemies... as his wife, preparing to... have sex with him. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect such a development.

Putting aside the ceremonial nature of the act, it didn't make sense. Why would Bowser even want to engage in this type of activity with her? The two couldn't bear children together, being an entirely different species. She wouldn't expect him to get any enjoyment out of it either, though perhaps she grafted onto him a reflection of her own desires, or lack thereof.

The sorceress' thoughts were interrupted by a vibration through the floor. Her speculation would have to wait.

The ground shook a second time, reverberating throughout what felt like the entire castle. She felt her shivers increasing, but seemingly less from the cold and more from... her own anxiety. She couldn't identify the feeling... it felt like some light yet still awful combination of nervousness and fear.

A third time... it felt like the whole castle rocked back and forth, as the strength of the vibrations increased. Though a bit more discreet, she felt the room very slightly warm up as well.

Again, and again, rhythmically increasing in strength each time... With each of these tiny earthquakes, it felt like her own heart was shaking.

Rosalina concluded that this ominous feeling could only have been caused by one creature.

Shortly after, the king of the Koopas walked through the door, and without saying a word, immediately his presence made itself known.

Rosalina looked him up and down, noting his gigantic size. Even she, whose height dwarfed any other human she knew, couldn't hold a candle to him, with Bowser standing taller than her by several feet. Width-wise, he had her defeated as well, his body covered with layers and layers of pure muscle, showing through despite a modest amount of fat. It wasn't a stretch to say that he absolutely towered over her.

He put one foot forward, taking a step towards her, her heart beating harshly as though the tremor he created had shook her entire body.

Another step, and her breath hastened. Goosebumps appeared all across her skin, and she involuntarily took a step back.

The sorceress didn't understand her response. She maintained contact with creatures even bigger than he and none of them ever gave her this feeling. Had he always carried this aura?

No... at the peace talks, and even the wedding, her interactions didn't feel this way. Only now, as she stood in his bedroom, did she feel this... this... powerlessness... as though her whole body had been frozen in place, pinned down by some unseen force.

Perhaps before her stood the real Bowser, the side of him only visible now that she had met him outside of a formal setting.

Rosalina looked away, shaking her head at such a nonsensical thought. Her magic could easily overpower hundreds of magikoopas, not to mention Bowser himself, so nothing here should scare her.

She took a deep breath to steel herself.

The koopa king opened his mouth and spoke. His familiar voice passed into her ears with normal volume, yet still seemed to boom through the room, as if the very air itself wanted to carry it to every corner.

"It's a bit dark in here." He sounded slightly annoyed. "I told them to light the fire, but I suppose if you want something done right, do it yourself."

Bowser turned to face the brazier in the middle of the room, leaning over and opening his maw. With a roar, Rosalina felt an intense heat as a jet of flame emerged from his mouth, striking the brazier and filling it completely with the hot fire.

"Too nervous to get under the covers? Warm yourself up with this."

Rosalina quickly floated over to the centralizing source of fire. The heat felt nice, instantly pouring over her, warming her whole body and driving away the cold.

As she warmed up, out of her eyes she noticed the koopa king starting to rotate around her. Even without looking at his face, she could tell his gaze lay on her, eyeing every inch of her body. Her shivers should've calmed down from the heat, but they remained strong. In this moment, Bowser made her feel less like a wife and more as though... she were undergoing an inspection, like a cut of meat, or... a person being sold at an auction. Considering the treaty bound her here, and Bowser did 'pay' for her, in a way, it seemed an apt comparison. Would he find her suitable, or reject her here and start a war again...?

No, her power dwarfed his, and he would have to settle for husband and wife, not anything different.

He stopped moving for a moment, and out of the corner of her vision, the blonde sorceress saw the towering koopa's tongue stick out, licking his lips in a circular pattern before retracting into his mouth. She couldn't help but notice the size of his tongue, seeming significantly longer than a human's, even in comparison to his own body.

"You look ravishing, my new queen."

Rosalina looked towards him, expecting to see him still looking her up and down, but to her surprise, her eyes met Bowser's directly.

A rush of blood... Adrenaline released into her body, and her heart beat with an incredible intensity. She immediately averted her gaze, attempting to keep a straight face by pretending to look at something else. Hoping he wouldn't notice the subtle character failing, she returned a token response.

"Thank you, you look handsome as well."

No sooner did she finish speaking than she felt an incredible warmth, as a large hand, with a texture mostly as flesh yet slightly leathery, pressed against her upper back.

The physical contact immediately made her tense up. She reminded herself not to be afraid, that she could overpower him... but her nerves refused to calm down.

His hand proceeded upward, his fingers soon curling over the area from her shoulder to just short of her neck. She felt a slight squeeze, just enough to stimulate the muscle there without crushing it. A calm voice entered her ears.

"Take a deep breath, my dear."

Rosalina did as such, letting the air flow in, holding it for a second before expelling it from her mouth. The oxygen she desperately needed combined with the gentle squeeze of his hand, and she felt her muscles loose up, with a few of her nerves cooling off shortly after.

"Are you feeling better?" he said again, attempting to reassure her.

"Yes, thank you." Maybe she didn't need to be so scared... maybe he wouldn't try to hurt her at all... Still, the looming feeling remained.

The hand over her shoulder retreated, but shortly after, she saw his visage rotate around her. A finger slid across the bottom of her chin, while a thumb pressed very slightly into the skin just below her lips.

His thumb effortlessly turned her head towards him, and they exchanged looks again. Her eyes felt weak and unfocused, contrasting with Bowser's, which possessed an intensity not unlike an animal about to pounce on its next meal.

An overwhelming feeling of vulnerability and powerlessness... Rosalina tried to stay strong, but she couldn't meet his gaze, and looked away as Bowser released his hand.

"So I scare even the guardian of the stars? Don't be afraid, no one is going to hurt you. If anyone damages this perfect, sexy body of yours, there will be hell to pay."

Feeling a bit lost, she opted to return a neutral, affirming response.

"That is good to hear. Thank you for looking out for me."

"My pleasure, dear. But let's move on: The fire may be warm, but it's still only the second hottest body in this room after you."

The cosmic protector didn't know how to respond to Bowser's flattery, and his stares unnerved her. But after pondering for a few seconds, she supposed it only made sense for a husband to act like this towards his wife, and that she should accept his compliment. She just needed to mentally put one foot in front of the other.

"Thank you... that's very sweet of you."

"Of course. Now, you know why we're here, correct?"

Rosalina felt herself tense up again.

"Yes... Yes, I do."

"You're much more nervous than what I would've expected. I think you need to relax a bit."

Before she could respond, she felt not one, but both of his hands wrap around the area between her shoulders and neck, just as before. This level of intimacy felt frightening from a creature that could literally snap her like a twig.

"I-I think I'm fine, Bowser. You don't need to-Ah!"

A yell of surprise, Rosalina's automatic response to the force exerted on her. She felt a similar pressure as the first time he squeezed his hands, but this time, it accompanied two thumbs pressing into her back. It wasn't a painful amount of strength, just very firm. The thumbs moved up the lines of her muscles, before reversing course back down.

The whole sequence elicited her to give out a long, far overdue breath of air. It felt as though waves of built up pressure had finally been released. The sorceress felt her heart rate returning to normal, however briefly it would last.

She couldn't help but notice in contrast to his demeanor, he had a surprising amount of control over his own strength. He continued to move up and down for a bit, keeping a steady level of power and seeming to know the exact amount of it to use. She supposed things could be a lot worse.

"Now that you're starting to loosen up, why don't we talk about other matters?"

"Alright... what do you want to talk about?"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Rosalina. I think you already know the answer to that question."

Though she didn't mean it in such a disdainful way, her response had certainly annoyed him. He wasted no time affirming that fact, his tone changing completely, along with him opting to use her real name.

It was as though he wanted to show her that the marriage was simply a facade, and that he was in control. But more than that, another message had become clear...

Don't make Bowser angry.

But before she could respond to apologize, she felt his fingers press down again.

"Ah-"

"Sorry, I'm sure you didn't mean it like that. Why don't we continue?"

"No... I apologize. And yes, that sounds good."

"Good, good... You seem very nervous. Has it been a while since your last encounter?"

A much more direct question, but such a tone didn't bother the star protector, at least not anymore than the rest of the situation she currently found herself in. She moved to answer it, thinking back to her past lovers. Though she had experimented with a variety of partners, she only had sex when asked, and never sought it out herself due to being largely uninterested. Her response matched this disposition.

"It's been a long time."

"A lovely woman like you?"

Another compliment... Many of her boyfriends said something similar, but the physical form hadn't ever aroused her in any capacity, leaving her unable to understand their emotions regarding her looks.

Rosalina took a deep breath, attempting to gather herself. Relaxing did seem the best way forward, and she just needed to answer his questions calmly.

"Well, I spend most of my time on the observatory. I don't really stay on planets for extended periods of time. The last time I was intimate with someone in that way was back home, a few visits ago."

"How long would that have been?"

"Decades."

"Wow, that's... that's a while." Rosalina noted Bowser's response, seeming genuinely taken back by that revelation. It was a surprising, if not very minute, show of weakness. "I couldn't imagine going that long without having sex. Did none of your lovers ever join you on the Observatory?"

"No, they didn't want to be with me. One of them said that he couldn't stand the thought of living with someone alone for such a long time."

She should've felt sad recalling that, but it never bothered her. She had never felt any sort of deeper connection, sexual or not, to others.

"I'm not sure what kind of person would leave a beautiful lady like you. If I had the opportunity, I'd fuck you on the Observatory every day."

Rosalina felt the intense gaze return, observable even as she continued to avert her eyes. It seemed to pass right through her like a lust-filled energy, almost as though he would push her down to the ground and have sex with her right then and there. Yet, perhaps because of the massaging, she felt calm about it, as though she knew Bowser had his base instincts under complete control, that he would let them out only when he consciously chose to.

"And you pass your time with this activity?"

"It's very fun. Are you telling me the observatory never bores you?"

"No. Work can... pass the time. And at night when I have time to myself, I will read."

"What about company? Don't you ever feel lonely?"

"No, never." She thought for a moment, feeling the need to justify her answer and yet finding difficulty in doing so. "I have the Lumas to keep me company, I don't need anyone else."

Rosalina would never admit it to anyone, even herself, but despite her love for the Lumas, taking care of them often felt draining and monotonous.

She felt the heat of Bowser's hands move south, to midway down her back, with his fingers wrapping slightly around the front.

She felt his thumbs press into her again, still into the muscles running along her spine. He moved up and down again, and the sorceress gave off another noise, though not of surprise this time.

"Ah..."

"Don't lie to me, Rosalina, I can feel your knots building as you talk about your life. I can tell the Lumas aren't enough for you, and don't tell me you enjoy the company of all of the monarchs and other leaders you deal with on a daily basis." Bowser paused for a second. "I mean besides me," he spoke before looking upward and giving a hearty laugh.

"I've lived like this for a long time. I've gotten used to it," she responded, avoiding the distraction from the fingers pushing into her back.

"No one truly gets used to constant stress. It just keeps building up until one day, they crack. You're no exception, but don't worry, I know the perfect solution."

"You really think I'll enjoy this...? No offense, but I don't think you'll get the response from me that you're hoping for, Bowser."

Given her orientations, sex felt very unarousing and uneventful, and sometimes even painful. She enjoyed making other people happy, and she put up with it just to see her partners having fun, but she never experienced a moment where she felt the 'magic' that everyone else seemed to.

"Oh, I think I will, my beautiful wife. After all..."

He moved his hands down further, around her hips, this time placing his thumbs right above them. He moved them left and right around the top, pressing into the muscles of her lower back.

"Hah..."

"You're already reacting right now."

Rosalina closed her eyes. Though she hated to admit it, his fingers were already doing a number on the myriad of stress she carried all throughout her body.

She tried to hide her response, attempting to change the subject.

"E-Exactly how long does this take? I thought it was a fairly short activity."

"Not at all. Settle in, we'll be here for hours."

Rosalina's eyes grew wide, giving an expression that could be understated as 'a little nervous.'

"Did... did you say 'hours'? How could it possibly last that long?"

"It sounds like I need to show you what a real man does."

The heat left her back, but before she could process what had happened, she felt his palms against the sides of her neck, each hand locking fingers with the other just below her chin.

Her heart raced. If he squeezed just a bit, he could snap her neck.

"B-Bowser!? Wh-what are you doing!?"

"Listen up, Rosalina, I'm going to give you an experience you'll never forget, and by the time we're done, you'll be begging for more."

Soon after, she felt his thumbs again, this time pressing near the area where her neck met her back.

"Ah... I don't think-"

"You don't need to think. Once we start, you'll be screaming in ecstasy far too much to care." He laughed again.

A multitude of emotions combined to form Rosalina's inner feelings. She felt afraid, that Bowser gripped her neck just short of choking her. She felt a forced feeling of relaxation, from him smoothing out the knots in her muscles with his hands. She felt nervous, from his overbearing presence.

And she felt somewhat guilty. Even with him, she didn't like to disappoint people, and she feared that's exactly what would happen.

"If th-that's your goal, then I am sorry, but you... you are getting your hopes up for nothing. I can't feel what you want me to... haaaah..."

The tension in the centuries-old witch's neck was no match for Bowser's firm touch. He continued to rub up and down as he assured her.

"You're worrying too much, that's how these all got here in the first place. Now, let's continue."

"B-Bowser, I really don't want to disappoint you. Maybe... Maybe there's some other way I can-"

"No."

In that moment, Bowser's tone changed, and she felt as though his presence could take up almost the entire room. The one word he uttered carried through the air, as though it would travel for miles if not blocked by the wall. Her heart beat strongly again, in tune with another rush of adrenaline surging through her body.

Before Rosalina could re-situate herself, he released his hands and rotated to the front of her.

"Now, dear, let's do as lovers would."

Rosalina swallowed the saliva in her mouth. "And what is that?", she responded with a voice filled with nervousness.

He then took a step towards her, licking his lips once more, as he closed the distance between the two of them to what could only be described as 'extremely intimate'. The sorceress started to sweat, the heat emanating from Bowser's body dissipating what little remained of the cold.

Standing so close, his gaze overpowered the already waning willpower Rosalina had, and she looked away.

"Don't be afraid, dear. Relax, and it'll feel good soon," he spoke as Rosalina once again felt Bowser put his hand on her face, tilting it to back and up towards his own visage.

"Now..." He spoke once more, changing to his tone to what seemed to be its most natural state.

"Look at me."

Her breathing felt rapid, ventilating as though there wasn't enough air in the entire Koopa Kingdom. She needed to calm down, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, before opening them again to look at him.

Their eyes met again, his gaze full of desire and intensity already making her crumble. But something felt different, as though the very thing that diverted her eyes before, now prevented her from looking away. In that moment, time stopped, and Rosalina felt as though Bowser could see through her completely, that every weakness and vulnerability she possessed were laid bare before him. Despite all of her power, all of her abilities, she knew that in this singular moment, as she stared back at him, she was completely at his mercy.

He was in control, not her.

This aura, this side of him that she'd never seen before... is this what he meant by a 'real man'?

His voice soon interrupted her thinking.

"Your lips look quite enchanting," Bowser complimented as his head moved forward towards her. His eyes closed as the two closed in, with Rosalina quickly following suit.

A moment later, she felt something touch her lips, but it wasn't his own, and it was extremely wet.

His tongue.

It felt slightly rougher than a human's, but the feeling of it was unmistakable. It made a single circle around her lips, sending a light, unfamiliar tingle throughout her body.

Before the sorceress could ponder this feeling, Bowser gave another order.

"Now, open your mouth."

As soon as he returned to this tone, Rosalina felt as though she could do nothing but what he told her. She opened her mouth as he said...

She knew what would happen next, but her eyes remained closed. Seconds passed, feeling instead like minutes.

Then, she felt her lips make contact with his own, manifesting as a warm and wet sensation, though slightly different than before.

But her focus was immediately taken up by the long instrument from before, as it entered her mouth and made contact with her tongue. It continued forward, and it was only then that she fully comprehended its extreme length.

It wrapped a full loop around her own tongue, as though it were trying to restrain it. Instantly, her body responded, as though all of the anxiety from the previous few months had simply disappeared. Her muscles relaxed, and tension left her body.

She pulled her tongue out of the loop he had made, but he quickly wrapped his back around hers a second. She tried to escape yet again, only to be thwarted in the same way, as the two began an endless cat and mouse chase within the confines of her own mouth. She tried to process her thoughts, tried to understand what was happening, tried to do anything else at all, but a lightheaded, hazy feeling overcame her mind as his tongue continued to entwine with her own.

The two sat in that position for what felt like forever. Rosalina's mind felt blank, filled with emotions unfamiliar to her.

Suddenly, a feeling of emptiness... her mouth felt as though it lacked a now-essential component, the gentle high coming down and being replaced with a sense of longing.

As she opened her eyes, she saw the proof of their deed: a saliva trail, emerging from her mouth and ending at the tip of Bowser's tongue.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Her weakened mind struggled to form a coherent response.

"Ah... what... what kind of kiss...?"

"It's a deep kiss. It feels nice, doesn't it?"

"It's... I feel strange..."

"That's how a real kiss is supposed to work. It sounds like you enjoyed it."

"I don't know..."

As the two of them locked eyes, Bowser slid the outer side of his hand across Rosalina's forehead, moving a finger behind the large bang that covered one of her eyes. It moved over the top of her head, sliding her hair back and showing her entire face to him.

"I can tell your mouth misses my tongue already. I suppose I should give it what it wants."

His face closed in on hers, the approaching follow-up catching her by surprise.

"W-Wai-" He quickly suppressed her voice with his lips, shortly before re-uniting the two tongues. Rosalina's mind wavered once more, making it impossible to process anything else. Every part of her could only mindlessly stand in place as the sensation overtook her.

Bowser broke off the kiss again, this time earlier than before.

"Ah... why...?"

"You wanted it to last longer?"

"I mean... why did you... kiss me again..."

"Because I wanted to, and so did you. But let's move on."

He removed his hand, with Rosalina feeling her hair touching her face shortly after.

Bowser leaned down a bit, putting one arm behind her knees and another behind the top of her back. She gave a surprised yelp as he picked her up into his arms, but after the initial shock, her mind wandered, and she felt a certain... weightlessness. Her head lay back and her arms hung straight down, as if all the strength in her body had left her. It was as though she were floating on her back.

He laid her out onto the bed, placing her on her back, with the lower halves of her legs laying off the side. Her head relaxed back onto the bed, her mouth open and unfocused her eyes looking upward.

"Time to kiss your other mouth, now."

Rosalina pulled her head up to look at him.

"My other mouth...?"

She watched as Bowser crouched down, lowering his face.

"What... are you doing...?" Rosalina asked, still in a daze.

"You have to be wet for me to have sex with you."

"Don't you just... put it in?"

"You must've had some truly awful experiences. I can assure you that I would not fit inside of you if I tried that. Now, let me show you how this is supposed to work."

She felt two warm hands, one on top of each thigh. His thumbs pressed slightly into the sides of them, sending a small tingle into her brain.

Rosalina then felt a greater force on her legs, gently pushing them apart, forcing her into a wider and wider stance, until her lower legs touched the side of the bed and could be spread no further.

Afterwards, a horrifying realization overcame her, snapping her back to reality.

"W-Wait, are you about to lick down there!?"

"Of course."

"That seems... very unsanitary."

"You bathed already, didn't you?"

"I mean, yes, but..."

"Then it's fine. Besides, your pussy looks far too appetizing to leave alone."

"W-Wait!"

She briefly saw Bowser's tongue extend from his mouth, before he closed in on her entrance, leaving only the top half of his head visible.

Immediately, another unknown feeling... an unfamiliar, indescribable jolt ran through Rosalina's mind. Her vaginal walls expanded slightly as a certain foreign body pushed its way inside of her, its ever-so-slightly rough texture rubbing against the sides, strongly stimulating the nerve endings there.

The sensation he gave her proved only the first of many, reoccurring each time he licked. At the same time, his saliva quickly spread throughout the entirety, making the entire area feel incredibly damp.

Immediately her voice came out, a surprisingly loud sound emanating from her mouth.

"Haaaaah!"

Bowser retracted his tongue and spoke to her.

"You have a sexy moan, Rosalina."

"What... what is going on?"

"Sounds like you're enjoying it to me."

"It's... odd." She hadn't felt such a sensation before, and wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Since you're not convinced, I think it's time for me to continue." Bowser let off a small laugh.

"W-Wait! This is... this is very strange."

"I can feel you getting wetter already. Your body doesn't lie. It's telling me it wants to keep going."

"I don't understand. No one ever did something like this before."

"Then whoever you were with did it wrong. What kind of monster would neglect a pussy like this, anyway? I could eat you out for hours."

Rosalina saw his tongue emerge from his mouth once more. This time, it didn't go in, and instead she felt its sensation traveling upwards across her entrance, but reaching...

"Haaah..."

She squirmed a little from the wet object prodding her clitoris. This unfamiliar feeling... she wanted it to stop.

"Stay still, my dear. Don't move a muscle. You're going to stay here while I do as I please. Understand?"

"I-... yes... I understand..."

"That's a good girl."

Rosalina had to follow Bowser's orders, because if she didn't, he would break the agreement established by the treaty. She needed to protect everyone, so while she desperately wished this would end, this reminder of her own powerlessness meant that she could only lay there, continuously experiencing these sensations until he decided otherwise.

She steeled herself, attempting to hold still even as his tongue re-entered her. Her breath deepened as she tried to resist the urge to move and squirm, all the while a certain long appendage continued to bury itself deep inside of her. As the area got wetter and wetter, his tongue started making sloppy sounds going in and out of her, reminiscent of an animal hungrily lapping up water.

The waves expanded, no longer restricting themselves to her vagina, but starting to permeate outward, growing more and more intense with each lick Bowser gave her. And alongside them... another odd feeling seemed to lurk in both her vagina and deep in her mind. Her brain felt as though it were starting to crack open, this second sensation desperately trying to free itself from the constraints of her body.

"Haaaaaah!" Yet another loud voice escaped her lips.

The electricity passing through her continued to intensify and spread out, now reaching across most of her body. The massive amount of signals to her head made it hard to think straight, the surge building up inside of her taking advantage as it desperately fought against its captor.

A few moments passed as Rosalina endured, the waves crashing down harder and harder. Her whole body started to shake and shiver, as though every neuron from her head to her toes had started to fire in unison. She winced and gripped the sheets tight, the caged entity inside of her desperately pushing the doors to her mind open. She felt compelled to resist it, but it proved far too powerful, instilling in her the futility of her situation: it was about to emerge, and she could do nothing to stop it.

Then, it happened.

Her brain went white, her mind completely collapsing as the gates burst open and a huge rush enveloped her. Her legs started to spasm, and her thoughts all completely left her. Rosalina soon began moaning with an intensity almost like a scream, far louder than earlier. By some solace, she managed to eke out the singular thought that told her to quickly silence herself, and she lightly bit down on her lips to do just that. However, this did nothing for the feelings she experienced as the intense wave went through her. Her mind could only focus on one thing now: Bowser's tongue, and the feelings coming with it. It sped up, moving faster and faster, the rough exterior rubbing against her fluid-drenched walls.

She struggled to stay still, her muffled moans continuing as she shut her eyes and tensed up her face, attempting to put even more pressure on her mouth to stay closed. It felt as though the feelings would never let up, renewed each time Bowser licked her, forming a seemingly endless chain of this unfamiliar feeling.

It continued, the sheer intensity running through her mind unabated, and with no sign of stopping...

How long had it been so far? Had it been a minute... an hour... a day...?

She kept still as best as she could, experiencing this unmatched high.

But finally... finally it died down.

When it was all over, she looked forward in a daze, her mouth open, and her eyes hazy, struggling to focus on anything.

The intense sensation had left, replaced with an oddly relaxing and calming feeling, as though it had flushed all of her troubles and worries out of her body.

Bowser took his tongue out and spoke.

"Lie your head back before you strain it any more. I'll give you a few seconds."

She did as he said and let her neck relax. Her head felt blank, her mouth hanging open once more as her eyes emptily stared at the ceiling.

After a few moments, her thoughts started to return, though the gentle warmness throughout her body stayed strong.

"What... What happened?"

"Did I go at it too intensely? I haven't eaten a pussy in a while."

"Eaten... a pussy?" The word sounded strange coming from her mouth, as foreign as the castle she currently resided in.

"It's called cunnilingus, or in slang terms, 'eating a pussy'. What did you think?"

"It was... okay I guess. I suppose it didn't hurt."

"Damn, just okay? Guess I have work to do."

"No, I didn't mean... you probably know a great deal of people that would enjoy that..."

"Yes, and you're one of them." Rosalina heard him laugh. "You can't fool me, oh great Cosmic Protector. My tongue sent you into pure ecstasy."

"I don't know..." The cosmic witch spoke as she tried to reorient her mental facilities.

"I'll be nice for now. Was it your first time?"

"Doing something like that...? Yes... yes it was... Who would think to do that?"

"Lots of people. It's a normal part of the process, and it's weird not to do it, especially with my little... predicament, as I'll soon acquaint you with. But back to you: you came really hard. You must've been repressed. I guess the observatory's just that boring, huh?"

"It's... it's not boring..."

"Hey, no skin off my back if it is. That just makes my job even easier."

He laughed again.

"Anyway, I want to show you something."

Rosalina looked up to the sight of Bowser moving a finger to her entrance.

"Ah..." She gave a small yelp, mostly of surprise, feeling a light tingle as it went inside.

However, he soon pulled his finger back out, bringing it up to her face.

"Take a look."

She looked at his finger, a startling amount of fluid flowing down from his claw and across his digits, before collecting on his knuckle. After a second, a moderate amount dripped down, the droplet falling onto the bed between her neck and shoulder.

"That wasn't all my tongue, I can assure you."

Did that really come from her own body? She recalled some of it from the last time she had sex, but nowhere near to this extent.

"You know, Rosalina, you act like some chaste princess, but at heart, you're really just a dirty... degenerate..." He paused for a second.

"Slut."

"No... I'm not a slut."

"I should call some of my men in and see what they have to say."

"W-Wait no!"

Bowser laughed. "Relax, I wouldn't do that. You're mine."

Rosalina sat there in silence for a few seconds, thinking of what to say next.

"Does that mean that... we're done?"

"Wow, how horrible. I did my part but you don't want to reciprocate? I thought you were supposed to be caring."

Rosalina struggled to form a response. Of course she didn't want to reciprocate in such an unfamiliar situation, but she also had to keep Bowser happy.

"I am, it's just... weird. I'm not used to it."

"It's a necessary step, I can assure you."

She internalized the fact that the next 'step' would be even more intense. Her voice full of nervousness, she asked an inevitable question.

"What's... what's next, then?"

"The main event, dear."

Bowser climbed onto the bed, standing up and walking across it until he stood over her. He bent his legs, placing his knees just to the sides of her arms while the rest of him stood straight up. To her, lying on her back, his imposing figure towered over her, taking up almost all of her view.

And in the center of that view stood an unmistakable instrument, hanging straight down from his waist, only a small distance from her face, and giving her a prime view of the top of it. As soon as Rosalina noticed the fleshy protrusion, her eyes darted over it, drowning out all of her other thoughts. She had just experienced her first orgasm, or so she thought, and yet this... thing... completely captured her attention.

It appeared in stark contrast to her previous human partners, the entirety of it colored a deep, dark red, almost like a garnet, and no foreskin or covering enveloping it. In addition, although she had seen other penises before, she didn't remember any of them this... size. Compared to a normal penis, it stood both taller and wider... much wider in fact.

It had already thoroughly mystified the cosmic sorceress, but as her eyes moved up, the penis made very clear that it still had more to show her. Though its head looked human, past that, all the way to the base where it connected with his body... it didn't form a flat, smooth cylindrical surface as it would with a man of her own race.

It was ribbed.

Rosalina's breathing grew heavy with worry, and she scanned over the top and sides of his cock. She counted nine ribs in a row, each a little less than an inch, or two and a half centimeters, long, and extending outward from the shaft about half of that distance. These ribs were the main cause of the sheer girth of his penis, although even at the valleys between them, he still looked too large to fully wrap a hand around.

She wasn't the only one reacting, however. Her eyes grew wide, an anxious, perhaps even fearful response, as she watched Bowser's penis erect further. It seemed to grow even larger, though thankfully, perhaps as some sort of divine mercy after this tribulation, it only grew slightly. More than that, it seemed harder, and slowly rose from its hanging position.

The befuddled woman watched as it eventually pointed towards her, looking at her directly. With a better view of the sides, she noticed that the ribs didn't form complete circles. On both sides, like a steep mountain, they seemed to sharply decline around where they would reach the underside, leaving it presumably flattened.

His penis finished passing over her face over the course of a few seconds, before it looked past her completely. Only then did Rosalina's eyes observe one last cruel joke to torment her, an additional feature she could only see when she looked upward at his arousal. The underside's surface wasn't flat as she suspected, but instead had bumps forming a line down the middle, each one in parallel with one of the ribs. They appeared circular in nature, with a small groove in between one bump and the next, and they extended about half a centimeter, or a little under a quarter inch, outward. They came more and more into view, until she could see all nine of them, as his penis stood completely erect in all of its glory, pointing slightly upward.

Bowser's voice brought her back to reality.

"You made it sound like you'd be different, but you're staring at my cock just like every other slut I've been with. Don't worry, you'll get to feel it inside of you soon enough."

Fear flowed through her as she internalized that she would be taking an object into her vagina that looked like it would break her half. Rosalina swallowed, trying to regain her composure in the face of this... monster.

"W-Why is it so large?"

"Because I'm the king." She heard Bowser's roaring, iconic laugh. It bounced off the walls and filled the entire room, echoing for several seconds.

He followed up with his reasoning. "I'm probably also significantly bigger than any other man you've been with as well, so it'd make sense that my cock would be bigger. On top of that, it's really hard right now."

Rosalina tried to give a retort, her voice trembling. "I-If you stick that in... you're going to r-rip me in half... There's no... there's no point in the treaty if I'm not alive."

"It'll fit. It's fit in human women before, and from what I learned sticking my tongue in your wet pussy, you're bigger and wetter than most women."

She felt some very slight relief at his comment, but overall, was still very unsure of her own safety, unable to think of anything to really calm herself down.

And so, Bowser spoke again.

"Take a deep breath, right now."

Rosalina did as such, feeling her stomach expand and release again, as the scaled king continued to talk to her.

"All you need to do is relax when I put it inside of you. Just follow my instructions and it will be painless. Do you understand?"

She found herself far more at ease, perhaps from the breathing, his reassurance, or simply because her mind desperately wanted to believe him and put her anxiety to rest.

"Yes... I understand."

However, the large entity that she would some become intimately acquainted with still took up a good portion of her sightline, and she couldn't help but try to get more information on it before Bowser moved on to whatever came next.

"I have a question, if you don't mind me asking, though it might be a bit offensive so I would like to apologize in advance."

"Go ahead, I'm willing to forgive and forget."

"If you're okay with that, then I want to know: why are there ribbed sections and bumps along the bottom?"

Bowser laughed. "That's what you were preparing to ask about? You're too precious, Rosalina. I'm pretty sure all koopa have these." He paused for a second to think. "Is that different from what you're used to?"

"Yes. The head is the same, but normally the entirety of the shaft is flat and fairly smooth, with no ribs or bumps."

The koopa king thought for a second. "That explains the comments I've gotten in the past. Well, different race, different cock, right?"

If they were more amiable, she might have laughed at his articulation.

"Yes actually, you're right. I didn't really think about it until now."

"Well, I guess the ribs and bumps are yet another reason why I fuck better than any human partner: clearly us koopa are genetically predisposed towards making our women feel amazing."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, my poor, sweet wife, you'll find out soon enough what you've been missing. You're going to love how they feel when they're inside your pussy."

The ribs... Rosalina continued to stare at them, pondering what he could've meant by how they would feel. The constant contraction of her muscles to accommodate such a thing... it seemed more painful than anything else. But he assured her there would be no pain, and his knowledge on the subject seemed to dwarf hers... maybe she should trust him...

Thinking about it put her on edge again, and she decided to change the topic to take her mind off of it.

"Can I ask why it's so erect? What has you so aroused?"

"Is that a serious question? My cock is obviously this hard because of you."

His answer surprised her. "Because of... me? But I'm a human, not a koopa."

"And I like human women, especially ones like you."

"I don't understand, what part of me makes you feel that way?"

"For starters, your perfect hair, your soft skin, your ravishing body, your sweet moans, and of course your moist, wet pussy."

Bowser's compliments seemed similar to her previous partners, yet far more intense, and containing a few phrases Rosalina had never before heard used to describe her. She felt no pride, but a sense of relief that she had this effect on him... that she had been useful or helpful.

"I'm glad my looks could have such an effect on you."

"Well, to be honest, they're not the only reason." Bowser grinned.

Rosalina looked up at him for a moment, meeting his eyes.

"What other reasons...?"

His stare intensified, feeling like it would melt a hole right through her. He licked his lips with some sort of metaphorical, unmatched hunger, spreading drool around the outside of his mouth.

"You're powerful... it makes me desire you."

Her eyes grew wide, and her heart skipped a beat.

She normally wouldn't have been able to look away, but as though to parallel his own actions, Bowser's penis seemed to eclipse even more her view as she looked up at it. It looked even harder, almost to the point of pain, as though the muscles holding it up were squeezing and contracting as hard as they possibly could.

"My sweet, let me assure you that nothing feels better than controlling a strong woman. You're someone who can bend gravity to her will, and destroy entire armies with the wave of her hand, and yet, here you are, submitting to me, of your own free will."

"B-Bowser, I-I mean no offense, but I don't know if I would call it free will."

"It will be, eventually."

Rosalina doubted she would ever truly be on friendly terms with him, much less "submitting of her own free will."

"I think you might be disappointed."

"You said that before I ate you out, but you had an orgasm all the same."

"Ah... but that-"

"Please, don't even start that. We both know you enjoyed it, and we both know that you came."

The sorceress looked downward, towards the lower end of his penis, hoping she could somehow hide behind it.

Bowser spoke up again. "Say... was that the first time you came?"

"I... I don't know... I've never experienced that sensation before..."

"So that's a yes then." Rosalina noticed a grin out of the corner of her eyes, before the koopa king finished his thought.

"Well, it certainly won't be your last. Don't worry, I've been told by many sources that my cock feels heavenly. And I'm going to use it to give you many, many more."

This fleshy appendage... it looked so monstrous... She wanted to look away completely, but it felt as though his thick, veiny member had cast a spell on her.

"Touch it."

"Huh?"

"Touch my cock. You keep staring at it and asking questions. What better way to find out what it's like than to explore it with your hands."

Rosalina felt nervous about what Bowser had just told her to do. Even if she had only been commanded to touch it, it felt like a prelude to what would soon come.

Still, she needed to carry on, and moved a hand above her head. She took her finger and poked it slightly, unsure about what exactly he wanted from her. As it came into contact with his flesh, she immediately noticed the startling temperature of it, before withdrawing.

"You're so incredibly adorable, Rosalina. Don't be nervous, feel it with your hand."

As much as she wished she could put this off, this object would soon be inside of her, and she needed to know more about it. She closed her eyes, briefly removing it from her view, before taking a slow, long, deep breath.

After attempting to relax, she opened them again to the sight of the rigid, ribbed, bumpy object taking up much of her view. She knew it wouldn't go away just by closing her eyes, but she figured she would at least have time to collect herself before proceeding.

Even with just its scent, the overbearing presence brought an abrupt end to her respite.

Rosalina's nervousness amplified, as she realized she needed to move again before Bowser became impatient. She opened her hand as it slowly gravitated to the side of his shaft, before she moved it inward, closing it slightly and laying her forefinger around the topmost rib while her other fingers and thumb hung in the air. She had never felt a human's penis give off this much heat, and despite this little amount of contact, she could clearly feel it run through her entire finger. She moved her finger slightly, noting the surprisingly smooth texture, before outstretching her thumb to touch the tip of one of the bumps on the bottom.

Taking another breath to collect herself, she pressed both her thumb and her forefinger down. The rib gave way to her pressure, gradually compressing as she added more and more. Though it wasn't much, she felt a sense of relief, as this would mean it wouldn't protrude out as much when inside of her. In contrast, however, the bump seemed fairly rigid, barely giving way to her thumb, to the point where pressing further seemed as though it would be uncomfortable for him.

"Enjoying yourself?"

The sorceress didn't seem to register Bowser's words, instead releasing the pressure on her thumb and finger, before returning it. She repeated this a few times, observing the reaction of his warm appendage each time, all the while gradually seeming more comfortable and less nervous with the object.

"Looks like I have my answer." He gave another of his iconic laughs.

"Huh? Oh... um..." Embarrassment enveloped Rosalina as she realized what she had been doing, quickly taking her hand off.

"Were you enjoying playing with my cock just now?"

"I... just um... just wanted to make sure it would be okay inside of me. I'm glad the flesh compresses like it does."

"But did you enjoy it?" Bowser's eyes narrowed a bit as he gave a wide smile. His expression didn't look completely malicious, but certainly very far from innocent.

"I-I mean... it could be worse I suppose."

"So it seemed boring to you?"

"No, it wasn't boring! I didn't mean it like that, it's just..."

"It's just what...?"

With each question, Rosalina felt herself slipping over her words just a little more, unable to find the right combination to appease him.

"I-It's... it was interesting..."

The koopa king laughed. "You're so fun to tease, Rosalina. Take a deep breath before you stress yourself out."

She did as he commanded, grounding herself as the air flowed through her, before waiting for him to speak again.

"Now, are you ready? Considering you've done nothing but stare at my cock for the last ten or so minutes, I would certainly hope so."

Right... they were about to have sex... She honestly didn't know if she was ready. His erection stood as large as her arm, and in a few short moments, her vagina would take this... monster... inside of it. Among the many feelings inside of her, fear was certainly present.

However, perhaps not to the extent that she expected... or wanted... She wanted to be more scared, to make sense of this situation and write it off as a frightening experience, yet... she wasn't.

Bowser's words had instilled a sense of security that everything would turn out fine, and playing with it removed a bit of anxiety. Yet, the rod of flesh in front of her still seemed both ensnaring and mysterious... what would happen? Would she be okay? Never before had she taken something like this, and she couldn't help but wonder how he could possibly fit it inside of her.

Several moments had passed without a response from her, and she needed to give one.

"It's... I have some reservations about this... but I'm willing to try, if that is what is required of me..."

"You're not fooling anyone, dear. Everything down there is completely soaked. It's sending a loud message that it wants a good fucking, and it knows just who it wants it from."

"I-I don't think that's accurate... no offense."

"Then we'll just have to find out the hard way, won't we?"

Bowser moved his knees backwards a bit, his member no longer taking a large amount of her view. She soon felt the warmth of his hands as he cupped the sides of her body, between the stomach and ribcage, hooking his fingers underneath her back while his thumbs wrapped around the top.

He picked her up slightly off the bed, the soft fabric of the bed sheets still lightly in contact. She felt them rub against her backside as he moved her further onto the bed, far away from the edges of it, before laying her back down.

Back on the bed again, this time with her legs on it as well, she tilted her head to look up at him.

"Lift your legs up."

Rosalina raised them to an almost vertical position, and soon after Bowser moved his body forward, his knees just south of her bottom.

He started to lean forward, making contact with her legs and pushing them back towards her. The heels of her feet rode up his chest as he bent further over.

He said nothing, but leaned over at an almost maddeningly slow pace. It was a moment of quiet, but it allowed her mind to wander, darting over what would soon happen. Her heartbeat intensified again.

Her legs bent increasingly further while sliding up his upper body, the heat passing through her as their bodies made more and more contact. It wasn't hot or overbearing, rather, it felt as though the energy from an impossibly soft fire enveloped her entire lower body.

Eventually, Bowser stopped, bracing himself with his hands. He placed them slightly more apart than her shoulders, and in line with her head, visible out of the corner of her eye. Her legs naturally spread out a bit, going from straight lines to a sharp 'V' shape, though still resting on his chest.

In this position, he cast an absolutely massive shadow over her. Rosalina took in this new close-up of his body, his massive chest muscles shining even through the fat, while his arms bulged, the veins on them revealing themselves. The sorceress had never felt so... physically dominated by someone... and her blood felt as though it were boiling, with more adrenaline being dumped into her by the second. He wasn't threatening her, or pushing her down, or restraining her... he simply stood over her... silently asserting their real relationship.

"It's time." He spoke.

She looked back downward at the fleshy object that would soon penetrate her. The lower end of it stood an inch or two above her opening, the head floating just over the area just below her belly button. Her heartbeat skyrocketed, a feeling she didn't think even possible at this point, while a combination of emotions welled up inside of her, all in response to the inevitability of what would occur very shortly.

Before, the thought of having sex with him felt distant, even during the past few minutes, almost as though she were putting off a difficult task. But there existed no chance of that now: in only seconds, he would enter her as far as he possibly could go.

Rosalina's heart tried to steady itself, fearing what his fiery rod would do to her. She took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself as he pulled his hips back, taking his monstrous penis with it. She watched as it closed in on her entrance...

Then, the sensation of a prodding at her slit...

This was it, this was what everything had led up to. This is the moment where they start to have sex. Her whole mind raced, frantically going through all of the possibilities, wanting to know exactly what would happen, desperately waiting to start so that she could have answers to the dreaded questions she had asked before.

Bowser reassured her. "Relax your muscles and everything will be fine."

A warmth, and soon after Rosalina understood why he had told her to relax. She could feel her walls expanding more than they ever had before, and the heat from his insertion made itself more than apparent, even with only part of the head inside of her.

She focused on loosening her muscles, allowing the head of her new husband's genitals to enter further. Meanwhile, her vagina continued to spread wider and wider, the sorceress still unsure as to if he would hurt her as he pushed more of it inside.

The anxiety became too much, and she lost control of her nerves momentarily, tensing up in response. She almost felt as though she would panic, but even in the fraction of a second it took her to realize, Bowser had already stopped. It felt as though he read her mind, giving her some relief that he would be able to stop himself if it happened again.

"Keep at it. It's almost there."

He reassured her as she took a deep breath and relaxed again. She felt it expand a bit more...

and more...

and more...

until...

Her entrance closed slightly, as though it had finally reached an equilibrium. She had taken the whole of his head inside of her, and despite her earlier turmoil... well... it could've been a lot worse.

"No pain?"

"No... it seemed to go in without much resistance."

"Of course it did. I know what I'm doing, dear."

He really hadn't lied to her... whatever happened to her earlier seemed to have both enlarged and lubricated the area. It wasn't sliding in 'freely', but the word 'easily' seemed an apt descriptor.

"Now that the head is all the way in, it's time to get the rest of my cock inside of you."

The sorceress tensed up again, remembering the next feature... Rosalina swallowed the saliva in the back of her throat as she recalled the ribs and the corresponding bumps on the underside.

"Deep breaths. I'm sensing some tightness and I don't want to force this."

Right... right... just relax, that's all she needed to do. It worked the first time, it'll work now. She took a few seconds to let oxygen flow, briefly closing her eyes to concentrate on her muscles.

"Good girl. Now let's continue."

The head pushed further inside of her, as she simultaneously enveloped the start of the rib, feeling two different parts of her expand this time. Despite her continuing anxiousness, she felt more assured from being able to take his head, able to relax a bit more, at least mentally.

However, this also meant she could take in more... she quickly realized it may have been more of a curse than a blessing...

Her vulva opened up again, taking the thickest part of the rib inside.

"Haaah..." A surge went through her mind, a sensation she could not identify or place.

Bowser continued to push, her entrance narrowing as she took the descending half of it. As Rosalina finished taking it, another wave passed through her, this time alongside a subconscious signal to clamp down. She gave another moan, making her response very transparent to the koopa king.

He stopped again, and she realized exactly how hard her muscles had tensed up. Her hands were balled up and her toes tightly curled instead of straight, and she attempted to untense them through another deep breath.

Sensing the drop in resistance, the well-endowed koopa started to push the second rib in. It felt similar to before, except now she had three objects pressing against her walls. As she expanded and contracted around this new visitor, she gave an involuntary shiver, accompanied by an even stronger wave.

Bowser pushed the third rib in, compounding the sensation further, as the almighty mother of the stars gave another verbal affirmation of what she felt.

"Haaaaaah..."

She had started to become accustomed to the pattern, but the more of him inside of her, the more he would stimulate her walls.

The process continued, as she took another rib...

then another...

and another...

Each new addition sent another of these unfamiliar sensations, stronger than the previous one.

"Haaaaaah!" Rosalina's voice started to sound like a scream, and she moved her hands over to her mouth, covering it.

"Stop. There will be none of that, and no biting your lips. You're going to let me hear your voice."

"B-But-"

"Quiet."

Another pounding in her heart. Bowser's sudden change in tone... his voice sent a wave through Rosalina's entire body, a different feeling than with the ribs just second ago... his command felt so powerful, and in that moment, every part of her, against her will, or perhaps with it, wanted nothing more than to cease her talking...

"Look at me, Rosalina."

His height meant his face lay past hers, and she arched her back slightly, turning her head upward to face him.

His gaze... his eyes... her mind felt weak... yet again, it was as though a magic spell prevented her from looking away.

"You will do as I say. Do you understand?"

No... she shouldn't do as he says. This was nothing but a bad idea, but if she didn't, then he would...

That's right, she didn't have a choice. She could do nothing but accept his command and give the only appropriate response.

"Yes... I understand..."

"Good, now keep your mouth open and let's keep going." He smiled, and Rosalina felt as though some enchantment had been broken... some spell that forced her to look at him... no, it hadn't been broken, he had ended it himself.

Rosalina quickly relaxed her soon-to-be-strained back and neck, looking away again and letting her concentration shift back to the other matter at hand. Unless her count was off, there was only one left rib to take.

He started to push it in, and despite eight other ribs and the head inside of her, it seemed to be the easiest one yet, quickly reaching the halfway point.

Her head went white slightly, and she closed her eyes while simultaneously grabbing the sheets.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Her loudest moan yet.

It was all she could do as Bowser finished getting the last protrusion inside of her.

With all of them in, the heat from his penis could no longer be ignored. Though not burning or uncomfortable, her vagina felt hot, the warmth spreading to every corner of her body. It served as an incredible contrast to when she first arrived. Whereas originally she felt chilly from the room, now beads of sweat ran down her body from the warm, fleshy rod inside of her.

"You know, Rosalina, your moaning makes me very happy."

"Ha... Happy? How?"

"Because I like it when you feel good. It gives me a sense of pride to make my woman feel good."

Another feeling entered Rosalina's mind, different than the others... less intense, more calming and relaxing...

Relief, of course. He seemed happy now, and if he stayed happy, that meant he would keep his end of the deal. If she made him even happier, he would be even more likely to keep the peace.

"Also, you managed to take the entire length of my cock. I've never had someone able to take it all the way."

"Is... that good?"

"Yes. I can feel your pussy clamping down on every part of my cock. It looks like you're still nervous, so I'll move slowly."

"W-Wait, m-move?"

Bowser laughed.

"Yes, move. You'll be going crazy in a few seconds, so just lay back and enjoy yourself."

She watched as he started to pull his hips back, feeling each bulbous protrusion as her muscles tightened around them and crashing another wave directly into her brain.

Then, he moved forward again, pushing it all back in, as another surge enveloped her.

Every so often Rosalina would tense up too much for Bowser to keep going, and he would stop and wait for her... but as he moved in and out, this became less and less frequent...

He now moved at a steady pace, and she could feel all of the walls of her vagina press against each feature of his penis. She felt each bump, each rib as she squeezed around them, and each stimulated a different part of her insides as it moved.

Before, she had time to comprehend each sensation with the constant stopping, but now... the feelings proved far too numerous. She tried to ignore them, but the impulses constantly sent to her brain far outstripped her own willpower.

She didn't want to feel it, but her body did.

"Haaaah... haaah... haaaaah..." Her voice eked out each time he moved his flesh.

"Deep breaths, my dear, or you might pass out."

"Y-Yes... of course..." Rosalina started to breathe deeply, the increased oxygen giving her back some semblance of control.

But this feeling would only be fleeting, as now that her lungs were fully powering her brain, the sensations strengthened as well.

"You know, I think you might like having sex."

"I-I'm sorry... but it's... it's too much..."

"What's too much?"

"The sensations, they're too much... please, can we slow down...?"

"I'm barely moving as it is. You'll just have to get used to it. Although based on what I'm hearing, it sounds like you're enjoying yourself greatly."

"It's too early... to say."

"I'm not even playing with your clit and you're already going crazy. Rosalina, you're a complete slut."

A jolt, independent to the waves running through her body, yet still parallel to them, and compounding the feelings.

"Why are you saying... that?"

"I was curious how you would take it. And feeling how hard you just clamped down, I think I have my answer. Some star guardian you are: you're just a dirty little whore who wanted a cock this entire time."

Rosalina tensed her eyes shut, before opening her mouth wide and giving another moan.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..."

"Such a beautiful voice for such a cock-crazed nympho."

Even while breathing deeply, Rosalina's last moan depleted her lungs, and she struggled to deny his accusations.

"I'm... I'm not a... I'm none of... those things..."

"Yes you are. Be honest, you've been looking forward to this as soon as I suggested the peace terms. You're just a slutty animal in heat."

"N-No... that's not true..." She panted heavily for a second. "I've never... wanted this..."

"Then I think we outta fix that, by speeding up."

"S-speed up!?"

Rosalina immediately felt a series of waves as his cock slid in and out of her with an even greater speed, each one producing a verbal response from her.

"Hah...hah...hah...hah...hah..."

No longer were her muscles tensing up to such an extreme amount, and Bowser's thrusting took full advantage of that fact. With each movement, she felt her body slide up and down the bed slightly, rubbing against the sheets. They no longer felt nice and soft like before, instead now covered in sweat as though someone had poured water all over the bed.

"Breathe, you little sex-obsessed bunny, or you'll pass out."

She did as such, regaining some well needed oxygen, but suddenly, she felt overcome with another emotion: fear, specifically the realization that anyone close to the room was guaranteed to hear her. The embarrassment and shame disrupted the delicate balance of emotions... she pleaded with him again.

"Please... Bowser... let me... let me cover... my mouth..."

"I don't think so. I can tell you're close, you slutty protector, and I want to hear the sound you make."

He continued to thrust in and out of her, surges continuously passing through her brain, each one amplified by the insults he was throwing at her... She wanted to ignore them, just like she wanted to cover her mouth. But that wasn't going to happen... Bowser wouldn't let it happen.

"Cl-Close...? What do... you mean...?"

"Close to cumming!"

Bowser's familiar booming laughter echoed throughout the room as some sort of ominous victory chant. She had heard it several times before, but now it permeated in this completely new context: the personal, intimate battle of wills between the two. And just like all of the other times she had heard this display, it sent a clear message.

He had won, and she had lost.

As part of his triumph, he leaned forward slightly more, stretching her legs further towards her, and changing his angle of attack from a straight shot to directly above. Rosalina immediately felt the change in his movements, as Bowser furiously slammed his hips into her thighs from above. Each thrust violently shook the whole bed, making it creak loudly as though he would break it with just the strength of his lower body.

"Let's cum together, you dirty, slutty queen! Cum from your new husband's cock!"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Rosalina could barely hear what he said over the sound of her own scream. Her mind stopped working, save for the small part that echoed the sentiment throughout her entire body, the feeling of everything going completely white.

This time, she couldn't cover her mouth, but even if she were allowed to suppress her moans, there was no way she'd be able to. Her voice was almost to the point of screaming, echoing her feelings throughout the entire room. To say that her voice permeated the chamber would be an understatement. All she could do was wait out the never-ending waves passing through her.

And it wouldn't be her voice alone.

"Grrraaaaaaaawwwwwww..." Bowser gave a roar to match Rosalina's. Her insides immediately felt warmer and wetter, his sperm spreading throughout her special place as the noise from his moan permeated through her body. As if to respond, she clamped down hard on his penis, her body reacting subconsciously to his cry of pleasure. She became even more aware of its shape as her vagina squeezed around it.

But this time, the tightness didn't stop him. The added lubrication proved more than enough for him to continue pounding at his full speed.

It felt so much different than before... so... animalistic, so bestial, filled with raw desire... And that desire changed as well... It was no longer for what she was, what she could do, or what she had accomplished... No, as the entirety of her nervous system went into overdrive throughout her entire body, it was clear to her now that his desire was for her... as a woman.

His woman. His roar continued to invade her mind, as if having no other purpose but to tell her that he was claiming her, marking her as his own. Even though they couldn't create a child, to him, she was a creature he could dump his seed into, and in this moment, she was nothing else to him. That's what she felt, the raw emotions of his true thoughts, the thoughts of a wild, feral creature having sex... no, not just having sex... As he continued to pump more and more into her as, the tremendous amount of white substance clearly visible on his member each time he pulled out, it became abundantly clear what he was doing.

He was breeding her. That's what she was now: a mare, a sow, a bitch...

In her whole life, she had never felt anything like this...

...

Eventually, the sounds from their mouths started to die down, and their movements followed accordingly, with Bowser's thrust slowing down to a slow crawl, before stopping completely and pulling out of her. He leaned back, sitting up, bringing the two face-to-face again. In response, Rosalina rested her head to the side, watching him through her peripherals.

She breathed deeply, desperately trying to regain oxygen. She could think of nothing else but this neglected primary function, having basically screamed for the past... however long it was.

"You know, I didn't expect you to be a screamer, but now that I know how much of a slut you are, I can't say I'm surprised."

"I'm not a... I'm not a slut..."

"You're a slut. Can you honestly tell me you didn't enjoy this?"

"It's... it wasn't as... painful... as I thought... it'd be..."

Rosalina's breathing softened somewhat, relieving the almost fight-or-flight response to her suffocation and replacing it with the normal feeling of being out of breath. Though still too tired to lean her head up to see, her regained sanity allowing her to finally notice the incredible wetness in her vagina from where he just orgasmed.

"I told you I knew what I was doing, and I know you enjoyed it. I'm the king for a reason after all." Bowser gave another roaring laugh.

She remained silent, still continuing her deep breaths.

He grinned. "I'll get the truth from you one of these days, but I'm content to wait for now."

"Content... Since you came... this means it's over... right...?"

She saw Bowser flash his teeth in an evil grin.

"Not by a long shot."

He's not finished...? He couldn't possibly be serious... how could that be possible...? This... has to be a joke...

"Rosalina, let me take a guess: humans are done after one shot?"

"I mean... yes, generally speaking..."

"Well we aren't. We koopa mate for hours."

She looked at him, and her eyes widened. Fear filled them as she looked into this terrifying creature's gaze, watching it lick its lips as it stared back at her. Adrenaline surged through her again.

The sorceress looked down and saw his fleshy spear... it stood straight up, erect, hard... covered in a combination of his white, cloudy seed, and her own secretions...

Rosalina nervously swallowed the saliva in her mouth.

"The night is still young, dear."

...

It had been an indescribable, immeasurable amount of time... Bowser had finished orgasming inside of her, filling her up with another round of white and adding on to an amount so great it had been dripping out of her every moment he wasn't blocking her entrance with his penis. Afterwards, he pulled out of her again, changing from his leaning-over position to sitting back upright. This time, he hadn't put it back in, instead putting a hand over each of her legs and shifting them outwards off of his chest, letting them fall back down onto the bed.

A few minutes of heavy respiration followed, but eventually, Rosalina's breathing calmed down to a series of normal, albeit very deep, breaths. It was only then she could fathom another feeling: a powerful, incredible glow all throughout her body, much stronger than when he used his tongue. It was the only thing that let her know that her back existed, otherwise numb from being in the same position for what felt like hours.

She basked in it, looking up at the ceiling in a daze, seeing double through a set of eyes too weak to even contract properly. The rest of her body didn't fare much better, the sorceress feeling far too tired to get up despite the uncomfortable layer of sweat soaked into the bed. It was as though her muscles had simply given out entirely, and even if they hadn't, she doubted she had the mental strength necessary to move them regardless.

She could hear Bowser's breathing: labored... but surprisingly light. If she had any amount of brainpower left, she might be horrified at the realization that Bowser wasn't tired. That if he wanted, he could continue having sex for hours.

She looked back at him, wresting some tiny semblance of her remaining strength to contract her eyes in order to meet his own. It was there that she noticed his expression... a look of satisfaction filled his face that she hadn't seen before.

It was all over.

"Did you... enjoy it?" What would be a normal question suddenly felt strange when considering it wasn't Bowser who asked.

"Hmm...?"

"You said... it was fun... earlier... Did you... have fun...?" Rosalina repeated her question, as although she no longer struggled for air, talking still proved difficult.

"Of course. Any guy would be satisfied with a sopping wet pussy like this."

Rosalina felt far too tired to register his sleazy words and tone, only able to focus on his approval.

"Really...?"

"Yes, I haven't cum that much in a long time. Everything about you is just so enchanting."

"That's... that's good... I'm glad... you enjoyed it..." Everything had turned out well, and a looming sense of anxiety seemed to leave her. Combined with the intense afterglow, it gave a strange sense of peace... almost as though she were floating.

"You're strange, dear. Did you have fun as well?"

"I... don't know..."

"Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Now..."

Bowser reached over to her arms, and Rosalina soon felt the firm, fleshy-leathery touch of his hands wrapping around her wrists.

He moved his hands upward, pulling her arms above her head before subsequently dragging the rest of her upper body into a sitting position facing him. Legs on the bed, just outside of his knees, and now sitting upright... it was almost a ninety degree shift from her position when they were having sex.

Managing some neck strength, she held her head up, soon seeing his sweaty chest a foot or two away. Looking at his upper body put in perspective his real strength... she felt exhausted, her muscles completely emptied of energy, yet he had barely used any of his, still easily managing to hold up her entire upper body with just one of his claws.

The sorceress could already feel her back waking up, but Bowser wasn't finished. He soon pulled her hands together, shifting one of his own to grab both of her wrists and allowing the other to stay free.

Her neck tired again, and she instinctively looked down, inadvertently locking her eyes on the object that had been thrusting into her vagina for the last hour or so. It stood slightly smaller, and while it still pointed straight, it seemed to be... weakening, so to speak, in line with his expression of satisfaction.

"I think I need to stand for a bit. All of this sitting and leaning is making me a bit numb."

Bowser got up onto his feet, taking his hand still wrapped around her wrists with him. Rosalina barely noticed her arms pulled above her head, her eyes halfway vacant, as his penis went from below her to just at eye level. Only after he finished his movement did she feel the stretching near her shoulders, indicating just a bit more distance would pull her butt off of the bed.

As if to remind her that it was still there, or perhaps to punish her for being distracted by something else, he stepped forward. She could barely react as he shoved his wet, sperm-covered penis almost into her face.

Her mind still in shambles, she struggled to ask an obvious question. "What are... you doing?"

No sooner had she queried him did Rosalina notice something waft into her nose... an incredibly intense smell unlike anything she had ever experienced. The entire room had begun to stink at this point, but she had mostly ignored the gradual change. Now, it was all here... all at once... the vaginal juices had joined with his own seed, forming the liquid mixture that currently covered a large amount of his member... all the while combined with the sweat that had absolutely drenched his crotch area...

But even then, his odor didn't let up. As one last cruel trick, Rosalina was assailed by another scent: that of two orb-shaped, flesh-colored objects resting just behind his rod. They were covered in sweat just like the rest of the area, but they gave off a unique odor... powerful... overbearing...

Rosalina felt light-headed...

Smack!

"Ah!"

The cosmic defender quickly snapped back to reality, as the head of the object that had been inside of her just a few minutes ago had slapped her cheek.

"Did I do something bad...?"

"No, you've done very well. I just wanted to do that to you. Now... Clean it."

"Huh...?"

"You heard me. Clean my cock... with your mouth."

"My... mouth!?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No... it's just strange..." The initial surprise wearing off, Rosalina felt the lightheadedness return, the stench making itself known once more.

"It's sexier this way. All women clean off their husbands after a good fuck. It's how you show that you enjoyed it."

"I don't think that's true..."

"It's true if I say it is."

Smack!

Another hit, this time on the other cheek, prompting a second yelp from the star mistress.

"Ah!... You did it again... Do you like this sort of thing?"

"Of course I do, it's fun. But I believe you're getting distracted."

Bowser brought his member above her head, a thumb on top of it and two fingers on the bottom. Rosalina closed her eyes and moved her head back a bit, already knowing where he would hit her next.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Repeatedly, across the middle of her face, resulting in a now appreciable amount of his seed on her. This time, it felt as though it were some sort of punishment.

"I believe I told you to do something, so you're going to do it. Do you understand?"

"Why are you... being so mean...?"

"Do you know who you're talking to? I'm King Bowser. I'm a mean person." Rosalina heard his iconic laugh echo through the chambers. "Gwahahahaha!"

She looked up at him and said nothing.

"Do I need to smack you with this thing again?"

"N-No... I understand. But, I've... I've never done this before. Is it sanitary...?"

"You wouldn't be the first person to put cum in your mouth. Just relax and start licking. Here, I'll help guide you."

His other hand worked itself around her head in between her arms, and she soon felt his palm on the back of her head, providing some much needed support to her weary neck.

Rosalina took a second to comprehend the position she found herself in. Bowser currently held up her upper body with just a single hand around her wrists, and had just placed his other behind her head.

She looked at the fleshy, overpowering object straight on. It seemed so beastly and savage, erratically yet almost completely covered by a mixture of sweat and semen. In particular, a line of the intensely-smelling, slow-moving cloudy liquid drifted from the hole down to the bottom of the head, and every second, another small bit of milky white would come out, following the trail set by its predecessor. They all coalesced in a gradually growing droplet, each addition bringing the collective one step closer to dropping down onto the bed.

Bowser's hand felt firm, cupping the back of her head. He tightened it slightly, pulling a bit on her hair in the process, before pushing her forward a few inches. The sorceress gave little resistance to the movement, closing in on his head Inches away from her lips.

"Start with the underside. "

His hand pushed her head forward slightly,

She moved her tongue around the area slightly, catching a little bit of the milky whitish-grey substance. It seemed somewhat sweet, but it was hard to tell with so little.

Rosalina retreated for a second, and shortly after, felt her head guided lower down. Her nose was now only inches away from his two jewels, right at the base of his penis.

Light-headed...

"Pay attention, you cosmic slut. Lick it with your whole tongue, like you're eating some ice cream. Start from the base and we'll slowly move up. Now get to it."

Get to it... right... lick all of it off... then she can go home...

The sorceress pressed the entirety of the external part of her tongue to the base, laying it across the very bottom-most bump. Guided by his hand, she very gradually moved her head upwards, her tastebuds experiencing a combination of sweet and salty as they ran along the underside. The center line of her tongue constantly moved outward and inward, pushed by each of the protrusions. Each time she went over one, she wedged the tongue's tip in between it and the next, licking at areas that would be difficult to reach otherwise.

Rosalina started to accumulate a small pool of it inside of her mouth. The taste and smell grew stronger with every second... and it didn't seem like her body would adapt to it.

It smelled similar to what she remembered from previous partners, but distinct, partially because this would be the first time she put it in her mouth, but also from the different physiology. It made the smell unique; it wasn't just any random person's, but Bowser's sperm.

Her nervousness had largely subsided, mostly due how little brain function still remained, but even besides, her mind felt relaxed, almost numb even. She didn't have to think, just clean him off.

"You're being very thorough."

"...Is that... wrong...? Should I... not have been?"

"No no, by all means, go ahead. It feels really nice whenever you lick those spots."

Rosalina felt relieved, if only slightly, knowing that she was doing a good job. Bowser was bound by a magical contract, so as long as she kept him happy, he would follow it.

...

Guided by his hand, Rosalina slowly licked all along the base, the sides, and the head, building a now sizable collection of his juice inside of her mouth. Her lungs had calmed down at this point, each one softly expanding her chest and stomach just as a normal breath would. However, the problem of her speech now replaced itself with a new cause: the liquid in her mouth. She spoke slowly and cautiously to avoid dumping it all over her.

"I think I got it all..."

"On the outside. Now you have to suck out the rest."

Bringing his hips back slightly as he moved her head back to its original position, Rosalina found her lips nearly touching the tip of Bowser's opening. She covered it with her mouth, almost slipping from the wetness of her saliva located not only on her lips, but on his penis as well. She slightly furled her cheeks inward in a manner not unlike giving a kiss. With the small suction imitating a smooch, she started to pull the remaining sperm out of his penis.

She kept at it for a few seconds, feeling the sensation of the sperm flowing onto her tongue and amplifying the taste already there. After a few seconds, she removed her mouth, and leaned her head back slightly. Though stopped by his hand, it was enough to in conjunction with her eyes to look up at Bowser.

"Was that correct?"

"Yes. That was a top class cock cleaning. You could be a professional whore."

Rosalina with her half-full mouth yet again struggled to respond, giving a short token response.

"That would be bad..."

"I suppose you're right. Then you'd have to make due with guys other than me." He laughed again.

Rosalina didn't know how to respond. What would she say to all of his insults? What could she possibly say...?

"So, how did it taste?"

"It's not awful... but it's certainly strange..."

"You'll get used to it. Now... Swallow it."

"Wha-what!?" Her lightheadedness dissipated a bit at the odd request, and at the same time, a tiny bit of his sperm fell out of her mouth onto her chest.

"Swallow it. A wife should always swallow her husband's juice."

Rosalina waited for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. He wanted her to... consume it? The act almost struck her as repulsive... this had just come out of his penis, after all.

"Do I need to smack you with my cock a few more times? Or is the message clear?"

"I-It is. I'll do it..."

She took a deep breath before forcing a swallow, letting his 'juice' go down her throat. It felt a little gooey, but otherwise, the texture wasn't that strange. No regurgitation or wincing, in fact, Rosalina couldn't help but feel surprised at her body's complete lack of a negative response. Perhaps her age was showing, and this new experience simply didn't disgust her like it might've a century ago.

"Now open your mouth and show me."

Bowser's requests firmly confused the cosmic sorceress. What was the point of all of this? Was it him showing dominance...? Asserting himself as the person in charge in this relationship, and her as a submissive, obedient...

Rosalina snapped herself back to reality. Remembering his request, she opened her mouth. making a face as though she were about to say 'aah', though remaining silent.

"Good girl. You know, seeing the queen of the stars lick my cock so lovingly is quite the treat. Wish I had Lakitu here to take a picture of such an erotic sight."

"...if this gets out, my reputation will be ruined."

"They already know that I married you. What, did they expect us to sit in our own castles all day and never interact?"

"Honestly... I did."

"Well now you know better. We'll be doing this once every week."

For the tenth time tonight, Rosalina's heart felt like it skipped a beat.

"Did... did you say every week!? I don't know if I can handle that."

"You probably can't. But that's not your decision to make. Every week we're gonna fuck just like this until you learn to love it or I get tired of you."

"...I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll learn to love it, but I'll do my best not to bore you."

"You started this night not knowing what a cock can do, but in a few months you're going to be addicted to mine."

"Addicted? What do you mean?"

"You won't be able to stop thinking about it, and how it plowed your pussy and made you cum."

"I... I apologize, but as I said I don't think that will happen."

"Pretty soon you'll be in anguish that it's only once a week. It's only a matter of time until you become a cock-loving slut, if you weren't one already... among other things."

"C-Cock-loving... slut?" The words felt foreign to Rosalina as they rolled off of her tongue. They felt disgusting, derogatory... almost self-tainting, in a way, and the cosmic guardian wasted no time making that realization... and neither did Bowser, who immediately gave a laugh. She looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

"I don't think anyone would've ever expected words like that to come out of your mouth. Don't worry, you'll get used to them."

Rosalina swallowed the saliva in the back of her throat. She had a bad feeling about this situation, as though she envisioned it somehow getting worse...

...

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