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!

3. C2 Part 2: Second Night with Bowser

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Though it had been a few hours, the meeting with still Princess Toadstool weighed on the cosmic guardian. While her aged mind had more than recovered from the emotional pain of what happened, she still needed to figure out how she would repair the damaged relationship. Unfortunately, it would have to wait, with a sudden and immediate distraction emerging.

("Don't worry, one good fucking and you'll forget all about her! Gwahahaha!")

The cosmic guardian shook her head rapidly, trying to force out his voice as her mind was once again polluted with experiences of the koopa king. Giving a sigh, she came to the realization that her nightmare wouldn't be ending any time soon.

Over the next few days, Rosalina would attempt to sort it out in her mind, however, each time she would be met with nerves in constant disarray and a brain unable to process the sheer level of embarrassment she felt. She would painstakingly try to remember that night, attempting to resolve those powerful emotions by mulling over them, only to find herself bested once more by the memories of what happened, of how he stuck his tongue in her mouth and vagina both, before sliding his penis in and out of her for hours, forcing her to orgasm, or as he would say, to 'cum', endlessly during that time.

To make matters worse, each re-emerging of those memories in her mind, whether intentional or not, had doubled as another foreboding warning of the inevitable recurrence that awaited her at the end of the week. Since their last meeting, she had weighed her options on how to deal with this situation, contemplating all the ways their battle of wills would play out, but each time, her choices seemed very limited.

...

The week passed both too slowly and too quickly, culminating in the arrival of the second meeting with the koopa king. Rosalina's back was against the wall, and she gave a sigh, knowing she would have to scrape together whatever strategy she could muster. But she was no weak little girl, she was the Protector of the Cosmos, and she would stay strong, remaining coolheaded and composed, even if it meant putting on her other face to hide the more nervous side of herself.

The new Queen of the Koopas collected herself, walking across a rocky bridge to the ominous stone fortress that would inspire fear in the most hardened of individuals. The lava from the seasonal volcano had been cooled to solid rock by the winter climate, leaving only the freezing latent temperature, and the constant wind exacerbated the issue, Rosalina suspecting she would catch something if her dress didn't protect her from the elements.

The castle itself was no less inhospitable: spiked black iron rings resembling Bowser's gauntlets surrounded each of the towers, and a giant statue of his visage stood at the very center, towering over everything below. It seemed a bit extravagant and overdone, but it did nothing to hurt the koopa king's reputation as one of the most powerful creatures in the galaxy; the cold itself couldn't be more frightening.

Now, Rosalina stood in his lair, preparing to face him.

Koopatrol flanked her on all sides as they escorted her to the wooden portcullis already drawn for her. There, she saw two more rows of three soldiers each perfectly aligned at the sides, bowing as she passed and travelled inside.

Walking into the massive throne room, her eyes were able to take in the sights that she hadn't had the time to fully appreciate last week. The red and gray aesthetic seemed largely the same as that of his room, though more regal and extravagant. The walls were layered with what appeared to be magically-treated stone, and the ceiling rose so astronomically far above her that it felt almost impossible to make out. A tiled checkerboard pattern made up the floor, covered somewhat by a beautiful carpet inlaid with Koopa Kingdom colors and symbol that led from the entrance up to the throne. Two columns of gorgeous chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, parallel to the carpet, complemented by the myriad of large wall lanterns interspersed across the sides of the room.

All of them were lit, and their heat drove back the chilly weather from the outside. Though the cold didn't hurt her, it still felt exceptionally hostile, and she welcomed the more comely temperature.

Now the only concern was the creature in front of her. Maybe she could do this after all.

Two lines of soldiers, mostly koopatrol and magikoopa, stood about 5 yards or meters away from each side of her. As she walked forward, one of the two guards flanking her spoke to introduce her arrival.

"Presenting Her Majesty Rosalina, Queen of the Koopas!"

Though this position of power felt quite foreign to her, Rosalina was no stranger to formal gestures of respect, understanding the procedure well enough: keep her head up, walk forward with authority, don't look to the sides. Out of her peripherals she could see most of the koopa, and all of them were bowing to her.

All of them except one: the large entity right in front of her, sitting on his throne. Her eyes finally darted over to him, knowing he would already be looking at her with his piercing eyes, yet needing to put up a front. She tried to get a read on the koopa king, something that seemed incredibly simple, yet felt impossibly difficult. He appeared as a wild animal about to lunge onto its prey, but rather than the hunger of such a beast, his eyes showed the patience of a creature in control of both himself... and everything around him. He looked at her not with pure lust, but with a higher, more ominous desire, one of control, of power. Just one singular look at him was all it caused for her blood pressure to start rising, an automatic response coinciding with the grim realization that no amount of mental preparation would ever completely eliminate his oppressive aura.

Since the moment his subjects bowed, an eerie quiet had befallen the entire throne room, enough that Rosalina felt like she could hear her own heartbeat, pounding at a speed she would've thought long since impossible. She watched as Bowser placed his palms on the sides of his throne, putting pressure on them before pushing himself up. He started to walk towards her, and with just the first step he took, sound reverberated through the room with an energy that gave her chills. As he continued approaching her, each successive step would spawn yet another miniature earthquake to be reflected upon the castle, the shaking so powerful and impactful that it was almost as if the ground itself had announced Bowser's presence. It was a striking familiarity with their last encounter, and Rosalina couldn't help but subconsciously recall everything that followed it.

The unease, the powerlessness... the hours of strange, new sensations... she normally didn't fluster easily, if at all, but this time...

No, she needed to remain composed. Bowser was a ruler and a diplomat like any other, and she would act as she always did. She continued keep his gaze this time, proving it to be difficult, but certainly possible, even as he closed in on her.

Finally, within arms length, he spoke to her.

"My queen, is it me, or do you look more beautiful and ravishing than the last time?" He gave a simple compliment, a mere formality appropriate for a spouse, the energy of which Rosalina mirrored back to him.

"It's just you, dear. You're too kind. You're looking quite handsome yourself." She smiled, giving the same smile she wore for other appearances: a genuine-looking expression that warmed those around her, but was ultimately a facade. It represented the public side of herself, the mask she wore when talking to others, the incredibly powerful mental shield that she developed to protect herself from even the most aggressive of opponents.

"Thank you, my queen. Your compliments mean a lot." He smiled back, with a similar mask, yet a genuine level of calm and innocuousness implying he was completely unafraid of her, as though not only did he see right through her, but had for as long as he had known her. However, that simply meant that she needed to adapt. She knew what they'd be doing later, but this time, she would be in control, at least of herself.

Bowser leaned forward and whispered into Rosalina's ear.

"Kiss me, dear."

Rosalina moved her head slightly forward, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"Is that satisfactory?"

"For now." Bowser's voice grew softer. "However, after we eat dinner, I'm going to make you squeal like a dirty little whore."

A rush of blood ran through her chest, accompanied by the thumping of her heart once more. Rosalina struggled to think of a response, wondering what she could possibly say back to him. She couldn't remain silent, the ball had to be returned to his court, but...

She lacked the time to finish those thoughts, soon after feeling his warm, giant hand on her backside, pressing into her and supporting her weight as though it were a solid stone wall. It soon moved downwards, approaching the lower half of her body, and the emotions she felt, whatever they were, turned to concern. The two stood in the middle of all of his men, and the fear that he would do something in front of all of them overtook her.

"B-Bowser? Please, we can't. They'll see." Rosalina whispered.

"They won't, because I didn't tell any of them to look up." He spoke with an authority that indicated not just a command of his troops and confidence in them, but that he *knew* his orders would be followed. It was almost as if there would be no dissenters not because his troops were all loyal and trustworthy, but because he simply decided that there wouldn't be.

Rosalina thought she should look... but somehow, she knew him not to be lying. And wasting no time to wait for her, Bowser's hand ran over her rear, sliding one of his outer fingers over each cheek as the middle digit travelled down the center, across the openings to both orifices.

He gave a squeeze, and she held her breath as the nerves in her butt tensed up in response. Shortly following this event was the curling of his middle finger, sending a small wave over her as the inner side of his knuckle bent inward, prodding against the same entrance he had stuck a certain other part of himself into just a week ago.

Then he released, removing his hand, and in response, Rosalina's muscles relaxed as her lungs let air flow again. However, an antsy feeling remained, an uncomfortable sensation that she couldn't identify, or perhaps was afraid to do so.

"I can feel it through the fabric: you've been looking forward to this all week, haven't you, you little slut?"

"Ah... No, I haven't..."

Their eyes met, and she saw his smile, taunting her for her weakness. And just like that, the composure that the sorceress had tried so hard to keep, the face she tried to maintain, all of a sudden, had broken down completely.

...

Rosalina expected the company of others while they ate, and was surprised when it ended up simply being the two of them, sitting side by side. She acquiesced to herself that perhaps she didn't quite understand how a married couple was supposed to act. As it was, they were in Bowser's private dining room, directly across the hall from his bedroom, and indeed, she had seen the iconic red spiked doors just as she turned into her current location. The actual layout of the dining room seemed slightly brighter than the rest of the castle, with a lighter version of the same color scheme. The walls were adorned with beautiful art she had never seen before, signed by artists she didn't recognize that all seemed to have names of Koopa origin. On a better day she would've liked to take a closer look at all of them and do some related searching of her own around the kingdom, but there would never be time for that, especially with this new addition to her already-busy schedule. The other notable feature of the room was the stony table they were currently eating on, enveloped by a fancy cream-colored dining sheet. Thankfully, the chairs themselves were not also made of stone, instead a much more comfortable and surprisingly casual combination of leather and polyester, and to her relief, they were not the same size, with hers fitting her own frame as opposed to her new husband's.

When they had originally arrived, covered metal trays lay on top of the table, and after they sat down next to each other, two koopa chefs briefly came in, uncovering dinner before promptly exiting without saying a word. It seemed Bowser enjoyed his privacy, something Rosalina thought might be the most relatable part about him.

About half an hour had passed since they had started, the two spending most of the time eating and talking about their lives. It was almost as though none of the previous conversation in the throne room had happened, as if the situation was normal, or as normal as it could be with a monarch like Bowser.

"So let me get this straight: 'Queen' Valentina is now somehow an actual queen, having married the Goomba King, and when you went as an emissary to meet with the two of them, she more or less threatened you and the Lumas?"

"Yes, that is 'more or less' what happened." In contrast to their conversation in the throne room, Rosalina spoke with little emotion.

"What a joke. If I were slighted like that, by the end of the month I would have red and black draped from every building in that entire kingdom."

"Unfortunately, I have to do things diplomatically, to give the appearance of calm, collection, and reliability to the more sensible parts of her kingdom. I can't retaliate like that."

"I will."

Her heart stopped. With just two words, the koopa king said all that he needed to for the message to be loud and clear.

"Please do not do that for my sake." If there was any solace to this situation, it's that the seriousness of it let her hide behind her mask and keep her weaker mental responses from Bowser.

"Yes, yes, I understand, my queen wants me avoid bloodshed. Don't worry, there are alternate solutions if this happens again."

"And what might those be?" She spoke, her voice now very lightly nervous as her mind postulated what sort of awful ideas Bowser had for a nonviolent resolution.

"Well, I suppose Valentina is quite fetching. Just for you, if the Goomba King grovels at my feet, I'll leave with just her as a prize."

"What, by chance, would you do with her?"

"I'm not sure, there are so many options to choose from. I could go for the simple answer and turn her into a concubine I can use when I get bored, but a real king's cock is too good for her. Likely I'd have my soldiers use her extensively, before I give her to one of my generals, likely Morton, since she seems his type and he was always one for a well-used whore. Alternatively, if I really want to be pragmatic, the Goomba King is likely the only person who can actually stand her, meaning the rest would probably enjoy seeing Valentina walking naked on a chain leash through the streets of the capital, just like a dog, before I have her tied up in the city square for all of them to use. Afterwards, I'd depose the Goomba King with someone more favorable to secure that nation and its peoples' loyalty."

"That's rather frightening." Rosalina said very matter-of-factly, managing to realign herself while hiding any emotions that would give away exactly how unnerved his comments had made her.

"You don't like the idea? It's better than violence."

"Just as life imprisonment is superior to capital punishment."

"So if they did it again, I should go with plan A? I suppose it is pretty on-brand to turn a bunch of goombas into servants for my kingdom."

"Well, no, but it's not like those are the only two options you have. Aren't you threatening enough to just use your words?"

"Actions like this are why others fear me in the first place. Besides, it's just Valentina. She's had it coming for a long time."

Rosalina stayed quiet, carefully pondering her next words, the gravity of the situation too much for her to even sigh in apprehension.

"Well, my queen?"

"...if it happens again, I suppose I would prefer the second option over the first."

Bowser smiled, forming an eerie grin while leering at her.

"It won't be that simple, Rosa, our relationship is very much give and take."

To call the sorceress uneasy would be an understatement. This wouldn't be good...

However, as if reading her mind, Bowser assuaged her fears.

"Don't give me that look, I'm not going to ask you to do anything unethical. However, before I explain to you what I want, we need to... discuss some other issues, like your word choice."

The confused guardian of the stars returned a questioning response. "My... word choice?"

"Yes, the vocabulary you use when it's just the two of us. You need to change it."

Rosalina's nerves acted up again, knowing that she would not enjoy what was about to follow. She moved a glass of water to her lips and took a long sip, clearing her head in preparation for the coming storm.

"Alright, what would you have me do?"

"It should be relatively simple for someone like you. Firstly, tell me where I put my hand earlier."

Bowser's question once more baffled the cosmic defender. What sort of answer did he expect from her?

"On my butt?"

"Come on now, I know you've heard dirty language before. Try again."

Realizing what he meant, she tried to recall the vulgarity that had left his mouth prior, resigning herself to the fact that she would shortly share in it.

"On my... ass?" Though unused to using such a word, in this instance it was less embarrassing to say than it was simply odd.

But Bowser wasted no time changing that feeling.

"Good girl. And earlier, where was my middle finger pressing against?"

The crude nickname of it passed into Rosalina's mind, but even if it was dirty, it should've been simple to say much like the word she had just spoken. The real issue was that anytime she thought of this particular synonym, she could only think the one belonging to her that Bowser had inserted his penis into just a week prior. Her mind even contrived the image of him taunting her...

("Don't you remember what I stuck my cock in and slammed into repeatedly while you screamed out in ecstasy?")

Avoiding shaking her head this time to give him something else to bully her for, she took a deep breath.

"Hurry it up, Rosa, we don't have all day."

"It's..." She still couldn't say it, feeling that doing so would be tantamount to defeat.

"Do you need me to remind you what I'm talking about?"

Suddenly, she felt her dress pressed down against her stomach, the air between two forced out by a large scaly hand. His fingers pointed downward, and with the inside of the middle knuckle, he gave a tap.

"Ah!" Rosalina was startled and slightly shaking, barely managing to utter a question back. "Are... are you enjoying this?" It wasn't of defiance but of genuine curiosity, as despite the emotionally heightened moments she had been made to experience, she still didn't understand the reason for them.

"Absolutely, I love teasing you and seeing you crumble into an embarrassed mess. The pure women are always the most fun." He paused for a second. "But you know what'd make me feel even better? If you said the word."

"Why would that make you feel better?"

"The same reason you feel good when I call you a slut."

"That's not... I'm not a-"

"Say it." Her response was cut off in two different ways, one from Bowser's command, the other from another prod.

"Ah!" Rosalina experienced a wave of embarrassment, her cheeks flushing red yet again. "I-I'll say it... It's my... my..." She inhaled once more, clearing her head as the cool air traveled down her throat. "It's my pussy."

"See, that wasn't so hard. I knew you were a slut at heart. Now, what was I doing to your pussy?"

"Touching it with a-Ah!" She was cut off by another press.

"Complete sentences, Rosa, what got put where?"

"Your fingers were touching my... my... pussy..."

"Good girl, you're learning. Now, for my last question." Bowser took his hand off of Rosalina's thigh and softly grabbed her hand.

"What are you...?"

He dragged it towards a certain body part of his, turning Rosalina beet red as her hand glided over the piece of flesh. It seemed less hard and more squishy than before, perhaps indicating a lack of full arousal, but that did nothing to make it seem any less intimidating.

"What's this, Rosa? Where is your hand resting on top of?"

"Th-that... it's..."

"Say it."

"It's your... your... c-co... your... co..."

"You said it last time. Why can't you say it now?"

"I'm trying... it's your... co... cock." Rosalina had basically forced the word out of her mouth. She remembered repeating the perverted slang at the end of their session last week, and although she struggled to say the word, the fact that it still felt foreign reassured her, as if she were still mostly uncorrupted by him.

"Good girl. Now just like last time, tell me what you're currently doing with your hand."

Rosalina realized that she had inadvertently closed her it around the warm flesh, quickly retracting her fingers from it.

"No, move it back onto my cock."

The sorceress slowly returned her hand, making contact with the flesh again, absorbing its incredible warmth into her fingers and palm. She was a little less nervous about the action than the words, having already been close to this object before, though the red in her cheeks persisted.

"Now, I believe we were talking about Valentina, and how you would prefer something bad happen to her over simply razing an entire kingdom to the ground."

The sorceress' heart chilled at his statements, as though a cold shock had just run through her. She responded reluctantly, knowing she would soon have to choose between the lesser of two evils.

"Yes... that's correct."

"If that's what you want, then let's put your lessons into practice." Bowser leaned over to her ear and whispered, heating up that entire side of her face with a combination of his breath and her blushing response to his words. He leaned back as he finished, waiting for her answer.

"You really want me to say something like that...?"

"Of course. Teasing a beautiful woman is one thing, but the feeling of turning her into an slut is in a class of its own. Now get to it."

Rosalina looked down, contemplating her options. Was she really going to do this?

The despondent guardian of the stars sighed. The title bestowed upon her by the powers of the Star Road wasn't for nothing, and she was ready to sacrifice whatever it took to ensure the galaxies' safety.

She could do this.

"If I'm threatened again, please... please punish that naughty who... whore of a queen by walking her through the Koopa Kingdom on a leash... before you... f-f-fuck her... her n-n... n-nasty p-pussy and... and cover her with your cum..."

The sorceress' heart raced, her blood pumping so rapidly that it messed with her perception, making her feel as though all of the oxygen in the air had left the room. Her head couldn't begin to comprehend either the quality nor the sheer vulgarity of what she had said, but there was one thing she understood: the rising force on her hand as his cock pushed against it. She looked over at it, currently angled slightly towards the ground, and watched it point more and more upward as it hardened from its already staggering size to the gigantic cock she had been made intimately familiar with the week before.

"It's... really hard..."

"Yes, that's what happens when a sexy little slut says something hot like that. Now, since you're soon going to be intimate with it, move your hand around and get a bit more familiar with how it feels. Pretty soon it'll be one of your favorite things."

Rosalina recalled the shape. The head was fairly similar to a human's albeit... much bigger, just like his girth as a whole. The shaft was where the real difference lay, with what would normally be a flat cylindrical shape instead covered with many ribs that protruded on the sides and the top. She remembered how they gave way, allowing them to slide inside easier, a fact that firsthand experience told her was both a blessing and a curse.

However, the same couldn't be said for the bottom of his cock. Where the ribs tapered off, this otherwise flat section on his underside was lined with bumps, which unlike the other dominant feature of his shaft, felt like hard pieces of cartilage. Oddly, she had mostly forgotten about them when the two had sex, or as Bowser would say, 'fucked'. All she felt then were the ribs, somehow, and had to wonder what their secret was. Perhaps it was some strange physiology of the muscles running through and around it.

She placed her hand so that her palm touched against the head on the topside of his cock, before moving downward, rubbing her hand along it and feeling its warm touch, just like last time. The tops of the ribs brushed against her skin, and once again, about halfway down, she subconsciously curled her fingers around his cock. They were a bit like mountains, with each of her fingers running over a different peek, her thumb in line with her middle digit.

"Wow, no reluctance at all. You must really like it." Rosalina's became flustered as she realized what she was doing and froze.

Bowser followed up. "Don't let me distract you, though. It's been a while since I've felt hands this soft. That feels kinda nice."

"Kinda..." Rosalina let the word roll off of the tongue, the only thing going through her mind a surprising feeling of inadequacy that she projected coming from him, even though he had never shown such an opinion of her. It was a carryover of a personal flaw she had always possessed, and while the sorceress could tell herself that it was all in her head, subconsciously she would never believe it. The only thing she could do to alleviate it was concentrate on doing better... and on his cock.

She remembered where he wanted her to lick the last time, and she remembered the response he gave when she did something he enjoyed, being unlike the feedback she was receiving now. She slid her hand down slightly in the direction of the cock's base, her fingers moving from the peaks of the ribs down into the valleys in between them. Similar to before, each finger ran along a different groove in the bumpy terrain, with her thumb wrapping around the opposite direction as her second finger.

The action wasn't completely subconscious this time, with Rosalina reasoning that, due to their position, the nerves here would come into contact with other surfaces much less than the rest of his cock, inadvertently making them the most sensitive. She rotated her hand back and forth slightly, almost as though she were screwing and unscrewing the lid of a jar, in an effort to stimulate them.

Bowser audibly exhaled, almost like a low roar.

"You learn fast. I guess I should expect the slutty queen of the cosmos to have magic hands, shouldn't I?"

Rosalina heard what he had said, but seemed to barely register it. What she did register, however, was his moan, seemingly an indicator of his enjoyment, something she had a vested interest in maintaining.

Bowser's cock was quite large, as she remembered illustrating with Peach, so her hand didn't even cover half of its length. She leaned over a bit, taking her other hand and putting it further down on his cock, closer to the base. This time, she scooped it underneath his cock instead of going over the top, her hand coming into contact with the bumps. The sorceress remembered that each protrusion was in parallel with a different one of his ribs, as though each pair of these two different features of his genitalia were actually one linked entity.

It meant that when she slid each of her digits in a different gap between the dull 'spikes' along the bottom, they led her fingers perfectly into the subsequent gaps between the ribs. She then futilely attempted to wrap her fingers around the top side of his gigantic cock, her thumb this time coming nowhere close to meeting her middle digit.

All of this setup suited a purpose, and she ensured that between the nine ribs, each of the eight valleys that separated them had at least some stimulation.

With an exceedingly soft touch, Rosalina rotated her hands in opposite directions, one clockwise the other counter, gently sliding them over the delicate flesh before reversing and going the other way to create a steady rhythm. If her thought process was working correctly, she would be stimulating a great many areas the koopa king's larger mitts normally couldn't get ahold of, and that had significantly less physical contact in general.

Bowser gave another very noticeable loud exhalation, followed by a stream of steady, deliberate breaths, a sign that her efforts had borne fruit.

Unexpectedly, this was followed by a force on the bottom of his cock pushing her hand away slightly. It seemed as though parts of the underside had become engorged, the entities that lurked on the sides and top enlarging and expanding, each one enveloping its associated bump into a single continuous rib. Now, based on feeling alone, there were nine ribs each spanning a full circle... and they seemed harder and larger than ever...

Rosalina registered what she was doing, snapping out of what seemed like a trance before she retreating her hands.

"Wow, Rosa. If anyone watching didn't know better, they'd think you were a professional whore."

"No... I'm not a whore... I was just... doing what you said."

"I didn't tell you to keep stroking my cock like that. You did it all on your own, and you even made me tense up there."

Slightly worried, she found her tone changing accordingly.

"Tense up...? Does that hurt?"

"No, this is the same thing I did when we fucked before and I didn't want to use the bumps. On the contrary, your hands felt amazing."

Silently storing the biology lesson in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but focus on his compliment.

"Really...? It had such an effect on you?"

"You don't believe me? Rub your finger against the hole my cum comes out of."

Rosalina placed the tip of her index finger on the hole, rubbing it across to the feeling of a warm, wet, gooey liquid going along the inside of the forefinger.

"See, Rosa? A little bit of juice came out. It must've been the amazing job you were doing."

The sorceress stared at it for a bit, dumbstruck, as if she had suddenly forgotten what it was. But she hadn't, this was his cum, the secretion of the male organ, excreted from its arousal and stimulation.

He really was enjoying this.

"Rosa, you're not gonna let that go to waste, are you?"

Bowser's next words snapped her out of her thought process.

"To waste...? What do you-"

"Take it into your mouth." He cut her off.

"Oh..." Rosalina put her finger into her mouth, all the way down to the base, before closing her lips around it. Shutting her eyes, Rosalina pulled her finger out, catching the cum on each part of it as it went across her tongue. She had consumed it last time when she... cleaned off his cock... but in nowhere near such a pronounced way. With moderate detail, she affirmed the taste from before: mostly sweet, with a slight hint of salt.

"I might've produced a bit more just watching that. I've never seen a woman lick it so sensually."

"Ah..." The sorceress blushed.

"It sounds like you want more, considering how lovingly you were playing with my cock, you naughty little slut."

"If... If that's what you want."

"It seems like what you want. I told you to touch my cock and you went all-in on it like a sex-crazed whore."

"That's... that's not..."

"Don't lie. You love cock, and you love getting bullied and teased like this."

"N-No... I..." Rosalina blushed, unable to come up with rebuttal. She wasn't that kind of woman, but there was no way to defend herself after what she had just done.

"Enough." As Bowser made his proclamation, the sorceress' heart skipped a beat, the single word shifting the mood of the entire room. It felt as if the entire universe had suddenly stopped for a moment in response, as though even it was subservient to his will. It was the same powerful mental force that she had started to become familiar with, but was still unable to identify. All she knew was what was it meant: Bowser would soon tell her to do something, so it was time to be quiet, listen... and obey.

"I I love the way you look when I talk like that. It makes me want to do it even more, but I know better than to wear it out. Now back to the present issue: tell me, what were you just doing with your hand a minute ago? Use your new words."

Almost immediately, albeit nervously, Rosalina responded. "I'm... I was taking my hand and... rubbing it on your... cock."

"Good girl. From now on I don't want to hear you say 'butt', 'vagina', and 'penis' when we talk about sex. You're a dirty slut, so use the words a slut would use. Oh, speaking of which, the next thing I'm going to have you say... admit that you're a slut."

"I..." She wasn't a slut, but it felt futile trying to disobey him, as though her power meant nothing... as though she were *weak*. The only reason she hesitated was that even now, it was hard for her to say something that she knew wasn't true, and the two conflicting forces had made her freeze up.

"Well...?"

"I'm... I..." At this point, she was almost paralyzed by embarrassment alone. Breathing felt impossible, and even eking out the words took significant effort.

"I'm waiting, Rosa. We're not going anywhere until you do it."

"I-I'm a... a... I'm a s... I'm..." Rosalina desperately tried to produced what he had demanded, sounding out each letter in hopes the rest would follow.

"Say it, you cock-obsessed whore. Say what you are."

"I'm a... I'm a... s-s-slut..." She said it softly, and yet her whole being immediately felt on edge. Blood rushed through her entire body, bringing with it unchecked electrical signals through her nerves that caused her to start shaking.

"I can't hear you, Rosa. You'll have to be louder."

She'd have to say it again, which didn't seem possible. But maybe... maybe it would be possible... maybe she could...

Rosalina amped herself up, and all at once...

"I'm a slut!" Nearly screaming it out loud, she blushed heavily, feeling as though she would almost die from the knowledge that everyone in the castle had heard her.

Bowser another of his iconic laughs, rattling her to her core. "Good girl."

"D-Does... Does that make you happy?" The sorceress body shook even more from the adrenaline, causing her speech to somehow seem even more nervous.

"Breathe."

In through the nose, out through the mouth... Her body had certain advantages over a normal one, calming down pretty quickly, but even this speed was a rare occurrence for her, as if her body responded directly to his command.

"To answer your question, yes, yes it does. I love degrading women and seeing them fall."

"Fall...?"

"Yes, fall. But I've never had a woman as amazing as you. I'm going to turn you into my personal whore. Doesn't that sound appealing?"

"That's... that's not something a normal person would want."

"Yeah, but you're not a normal person. You're a slut."

She had said it, and there was nothing else she could do to diffuse this situation. Even saying she was coerced wouldn't convince anyone who was watching.

"I'm not being fair though, am I? I shouldn't tease you so much. After all, you made me feel good, so I should return the favor."

Rosalina felt a small amount of cool air on her legs as something made its way underneath her dress. A hot and leathery, but still fleshy palm of his hand lay on her lower thigh, his curled claws wrapping around the inside.

"Wha... what are you doing?"

It slid up her leg, sending a sensation unlike what she had felt before, but rather a feeling of... subconscious, very unwanted anticipation, culminating as his hand reached the top of her thigh, the outer side of it brushing her underwear.

"I love how soft your skin is, Rosa. You must really take care of yourself."

Rosalina looked down, seeing the outline of his hand. She felt his palm on the top of her thigh, his fingers and thumb wrapping around the inside, nearly reaching underneath. Then, his hand gave a slight squeeze, very gently pressing into her soft skin, yet eliciting a response from the sorceress that was anything but that. Shivers ran through her, not of cold or embarrassment, but of a strange nervousness, and she forcefully expelled air from her lungs, before taking it back in.

Bowser released her thigh and continued moving his hand upward, her skin tensing up in response along the way. The warmth of his hand traveled along the path, ending with his palm just over her stomach and his fingers hanging down. She felt the warmth counterbalanced with a coolness from the breeze that her raised dress now allowed to pass through.

"Did you know that the stomach is an erogenous zone, Rosa?"

He rubbed the area a bit, sending a tingling through her that felt like neither a tickle nor the similar sensations as when he... when he fucked her.

Unable to identify it, her thoughts were distracted as she felt his palm lower, the base of his hand moving to rest at the top of her panties, right above her entrance, while his downward pointed claws bridged over it, avoiding and... neglecting it. Instead, the ends of two of the fingers lay against the inner thighs while the middle one touched her taint.

Then, a slightly curling of his hand...

"Ah...!"

Her muscles tensed up, her lungs letting in and out another labored deep breath, and accompanying all of this, a wave.

"Sounds like you really felt that one. You must be really aroused."

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

"You said that last time, but we both know how wet you got. Here, I'll inspect it for you."

Rosalina felt his hand move back up onto her stomach, the three fingers now right above her underwear. She felt the middle claw touch her flesh with an uncharacteristic gentleness, hooking itself slightly underneath the garment protecting her lower area. Pulling out, the breeze suddenly brushed against the now-exposed, incredibly damp area, prompting a colder shiver from the sorceress. Fortunately, the chilly sensation was soon overwritten by a warm finger running across the skin.

But that comfortability wouldn't last long. Pushing it further and further south, his hand felt like an unstoppable, inevitably force as it closed in on its objective, stretching out the undergarment along the way.

Then, he curled his hand, slipping it inside of her.

"Haaaaaaaaah..." Despite the soft moan, looking from a distance would show a woman with her mouth gaped open and her eyes strained shut.

"Wow, you are soaked down here. I had my suspicions, but I didn't think you were enjoying it this much."

"C-Claw..."

"I dulled them a bit for today, though at this point I doubt it'd matter, since you're far too wet for it for them to get any sort of traction. Don't worry Rosa, if you really want some marks, I'll be plenty sure to leave some on the outside of your body where both of us could really enjoy them. For now, just relax and it'll feel amazing."

Sure enough, she couldn't feel his fingertip at all when he moved. Instead, Rosalina felt something else: the knuckle connecting it to his hand, pressing against her wall, or more specifically, a certain sensitive spot on that wall.

"Ah!" Rosalina gave a surprised yelp.

"You know your own anatomy, right?"

"I-I would like to think so..."

"What's this, then?"

Bowser curled the fleshy part of his finger, pressing against the spot again..

"Ah! W-Wait!"

"I believe I asked you a question, you slut. It's rude to ignore your king."

He pressed again.

"Ah...! P-Please! Th-that's... that's where the Gräfenberg spot should be..."

"Is that what that stands for? Anyway, don't be such a nerd, Rosa. Call it the g-spot. Now, what am I hitting?"

"Ah! T-The g-spot, you're hitting my g-spot!"

"You know, the last woman I was with barely felt any different when I touched it versus other parts of her pussy. It's fortunate that you feel it more strongly, but I shouldn't be surprised, should I? It's already rare to meet a woman that cums with just her pussy. It makes me wonder what would happen if I messed with your clit too."

Bowser leaned over slightly, Rosalina watching as he quickly took this other hand and slid it under her dress as well. He moved his first hand's palm slightly out, keeping the finger lodged in her pussy while returning the crisp air to the location in question and stretching her panties to the point she thought they might snap. He then slid a finger from his other hand into the gap...

"What are you doing...?"

With a claw from his second hand, Rosalina felt the slightest of prods on the overly sensitive extrusion above her bigger opening, then... uncontrollable shaking. She forcefully shut her eyes and bit down on her lips in an attempt to silence herself, just before grabbing the armrests of her chair with an inelegant amount of force, scared that the muscles in her hands would simply give out and cause her to fall. it wasn't even an orgasm, just a sensation building up to it, yet she was already losing control.

"Aaaaah!"

"Teasing you is so much fun."

"S-Stop... I can't..."

"Can't what? Control yourself? I'm well aware."

Bowser curled his finger again, rubbing against her weak spot. Rosalina felt another wave move through her body, coalescing with the ones generated by his other hand. Each time he touched either of them, she responded with another, more powerful spasm, and she could tell they were building up.

Moments passed as the koopa king gradually sped up, and it seemed as though that powerful sensation from last week would soon be inevitable. Each second, more and more powerful. Each second, more of a loss of control. Rosalina didn't want to cum, nor for this to continue, but it seemed as though she was cursed with the worst of both worlds.

"Get ready, you whore."

It felt as though he could read her mind, as if he knew exactly what she was feeling. Rosalina leaned back, grabbing the armrests with even more force while coiling her legs around the legs of the chair, holding all four of her limbs tightly. She slammed her mouth closed in an attempt to stop the entirety of the castle from hearing the screams she knew she'd make.

Just a little bit more, and then...

It slowed... down to a trickle. Suddenly, his finger was barely moving at all. Rosalina looked up at him, in a mixture of distress and confusion, but Bowser only licked his lips and grinned.

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"I-I..."

"Your mouth doesn't want to talk, but your body doesn't lie."

Rosalina knew why: the teasing was forcing her dopamine receptors into overdrive, something that was very mentally painful, and if she came, they would stop. If she did say yes, that would be why.

"Of course, Rosa, you'd have to be a slut or a whore to cum from my fingers like this. Are you one of those?"

"I... you told me to... say that I was..."

"I did. But you don't seem very receptive to the idea, based on what you're saying. Maybe I should just send you home."

His sarcasm was obvious, but the possibility of being told to leave was legitimate threat regardless. If she didn't perform, the consequences for everyone else could be severe.

"Don't worry though, I have a resolution. Let's play a game."

"A... game?" Rosalina was caught off guard by the sudden conversation change.

"A very fun game. I'll explain the rules in my room, and then you can decide."

...

The two once again sat down side by side next to one another, but this time, they were on the side of his large bed. Bowser's cock was no longer partially obstructed by the table, the entirety of the fully erect, garnet-colored flesh now making itself completely visible. It looked even bigger from this angle... how had something like that ever fit inside of her...?

"Your mouth is open and you're staring at my cock. All you need is a little bit of a drool and I'd reach the edge just looking at you fawn over it."

Rosalina turned to face him, quickly swallowing the spit in her mouth and changing the subject before what he described could happen.

"So this game...?"

"Right, here's the deal: If you can sit there as I tease you and keep you on the edge, without cumming, for... let's say for an hour, I'll call it off for tonight. You won't have to spend any more time with me."

"A-a-an... hour!?"

"Yes, last an hour and you can save yourself from the following two or three. Although from the sounds of it, it seems like that would be impossible for a slut like you."

"W-Will you keep me captive here afterwards?" Rosalina tried to deflect away from his question, not wanting to deny it to his face, and certainly not wanting to confirm it.

"I know it's a little off-brand for me, but you can leave if you win."

"That's... really?" The sorceress was surprised. "You... you won't be sad or anything? Nor go back on your word?"

"Is that what you care about the most? No, I have plenty of time to toy with you on other weeks, I won't be disappointed if you keep me from it for another week."

Rosalina was coming down from her edge, regaining a bit of her sanity. She closed her eyes, mentally centering herself and looking at this challenge from an objective viewpoint of what her capabilities were, and what she stood to gain. She knew it wouldn't truly end with this... it would just give her a small reprieve, but that would still be worth it if she could pull it off.

The question was how... she needed to understand the situation better first.

"Will you let me cover my mouth? Please..."

"Sure, I suppose I can give that up. Your muffled moans are probably just as cute."

"Still... an hour..."

"Are you going to tell me that it's unfair? It seems pretty fair to me, considering you don't enjoy my company. It should be easy, shouldn't it, since you're apparently just acting to entertain me?"

"I'm sorry, but that does seem unfair. Based on prior experience, my bodily responses appear automatic, and it would take barely a fraction of time if you did the same things you did earlier."

"Admitting your limitations without showing your weaknesses, that's one of the things I like about you, Rosa, that it'll take more than just forcing you to admit that you enjoyed it to really win you over." He smiled for a moment, before adopting a somewhat more serious face. "But I think you misunderstand. The point of the game isn't to force you to cum, and I'm not going to be doing that..."

She looked at Bowser with an confused expression as he rotated his waist to face her completely, emphasizing where his attention lay. Immediately, his face showed a level of deviousness that frightened the sorceress, almost immediately prompting her to look away, but he soon placed his thumb on her chin and his finger underneath, just as he had done before, and tilted her head back towards him.

The two were so close now... the air from his breath slightly wafted onto her, warming up her face. Rosalina tried to return his gaze once more, this time seeing less mischief in his eyes, but instead... raw desire.

"No, Rosa, I'm not going to make you cum... I'm going to make you *beg*."

*Thump*... From either nervousness or fear, she experienced a rush in her heart so powerful that she thought it might simply burst. The sorceress felt as though she suddenly needed to catch her breath, simultaneously swallowing the saliva in her mouth with a nervous gulp. She was only able to utter the slightest of responses to what he had just said to her.

"Be... beg?"

"That's right. Rather poetically, you don't lose when your body gives up, but when your heart does."

She thought about it for a minute. It was an outrageous demand... but if he wouldn't force her to cum, she knew she could win, all she needed to do was be brave. After all, her mind had always been far stronger than her body.

"I can do that..."

"About that. You haven't heard my part of this wager. If you can't make it, that is, if you give up, you'll have to..." Bowser whispered in Rosalina's ear.

"Wh-What!? You want me to say those things? And... you want my... my crown?" Rosalina responded somewhat flustered, but mostly with shocked confusion at his demand.

"Yes."

"But you can't do anything with it. It's just a symbol..."

The silver crown represented her position, but in actuality, it was simply a wearable accessory that she conjured with magic. In a way, however, it was also a piece of herself, and perhaps the symbolic implication is why Bowser wanted it. Or perhaps he simply wanted to see her 'fall' like he said. He wanted her to admit that she was a slut, who would disgrace herself for the sake of being made to orga-... to cum by him.

"That's exactly why I want it, it represents your standing. Tonight, we're going to determine if you're the Protector of the Cosmos, or if you're, what's the word... Bowser's personal slut."

She took a deep breath... it was a simple, straightforward task: just stay silent for the full hour.

"Is there anything else?"

"As part of this bet, you'll need to take off your clothes, except for the crown, of course."

Rosalina sighed, before floating into the air, closing her eyes and bringing her hands together. Her entire body glowed the same blue as her dress, before gradually fading away, taking her dress, shoes, and undergarments all with it. The cold air immediately overtook her, brushing against her now shivering skin and reaffirming the freezing temperatures that Bowser choose to keep in his room. If nothing else, she could've lived without the cold that her magical dress normally protected her from, but it appeared as though even that luxury would be taken away. The question, however, was 'why'? She supposed if she lost, she would need to be naked anyway, but it seemed to strange to ask for it when he did.

"Cold?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Don't worry, I have a solution for that, but it'll take a minute this time. I need you to be patient with me." He grinned, indicating to the sorceress that whatever he had planned, she wouldn't like. "I'll show you once we start, and speaking of which, we'll begin at the half hour."

He gestured towards the wall, pointing to a clock that lay on the side. To her shock, the half hour was just seconds away... twenty to be precise... twenty seconds until she experienced her own version of hell.

"U-Understood." She affirmed, shivering.

15 seconds...

Her heart started to race, but she knew she could do this, she just needed to relax, taking a breath in through the nose and exhaling it out through the mouth.

10 seconds...

Her heartbeat grew louder, in time with an intense heat running through her blood. She was unable to tell which of her body's reactions came from the cold and which came from the anxiety and dread generated by her brain.

7 seconds...

The agony was intense, her heart feeling like it would either give out or explode. Rosalina pondered if he gave her the countdown just to mess with her, knowing it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility.

4 seconds...

He moved his hand to her stomach, sending shivers throughout her body in spite of the heat coming from him. It was clear he was preparing, teasing her about what she would soon experience, breaking down her barriers through cruel psychological warfare.

3 seconds...

It's okay... everything is okay...

2 seconds...

She can do this...

1 second...

Rosalina closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was about to happen, counting the last second in her head.

0...

Immediately, she opened them again in surprise. One of his arms had reached behind her back, the hand associated with it grabbing her just above the hip. His other claw had grabbed her closer side, and he quickly hoisted her into the air.

"W-wait, what are you doing?"

"Whatever I please, I'm the king! Gwahahaha!"

Bowser moved the sorceress over him before gradually lowering her onto his lap. Before her back even made contact with his chest, the heat from his body assailed her, washing the cold and the shivers away entirely. She had never been this close to him before, as even when they... fucked... last, the two hadn't been touching their entire bodies together.

Then, the crux of their skin closed in on one another, intensifying the warmth. Her backside slid down his chest and stomach, and she was surprised how much smoother it felt compared to the normally leathery texture of his more 'outer' skin. The whole event was surprisingly intimate, and maybe if either of them had an interest in that sort of thing, it would've actually felt that way. As it was however, and as her legs and ass came to rest on top of his thighs, she quickly realized the real reason he had done this...

"Ah..." A moan, as her brain experienced a sudden and unexpected sensation: the lips of her pussy sliding across the topside of his cock, itself standing completely vertical.

"H-Hold on a second."

"I don't think so. The time has started, 'Protector of the Cosmos', and you have an hour to go."

She was given no time to rest as Bowser slowly moved his hips up and down, stimulating that area. At any given time, one or more of the ribs on his cock would pass by her pussy lips, slightly opening them while pressing against her sensitive flesh. His cock seemed especially designed to maximize her torment in this way, with these torturous wonders of biology stimulating a different part of her pussy at any given moment, and the closeness of the protrusions to each other ensuring that multiple would be prodding her slit at any given time, amplifying what she felt.

She stared at the mighty tower rubbing against her flesh, both shocked and silently amazed by the unbelievable, otherwise unthinkable situation she found herself in.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Thankfully, this wasn't enough to get past her resistance, even with the constantly ebbing and flowing of the sensations from his cock. But there was no response she could give that wouldn't be lying or disappointing to him, and she stayed silent.

"I can read your expression like an open book, Rosa. Most women would be embarrassed to say yes, but you... this is far too easy for you, isn't it?"

"N-No... it's not too easy. It's challenging..."

"Don't be so modest, Rosa. Relax, we can fix that."

Rosalina gave a response of pure dread. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"

Bowser answered her question with the movement of his hand towards her pussy. He took the claw at the end of his index finger, and using the dull top of it, pushed underneath the fold...

And lightly tapped her clit.

"Haaaaa-mmph!" Rosalina's body jerked violently, as though it had just been hit with a jolt of electricity, and she put her hands over her mouth so quickly that it felt as though she had slapped herself.

"I continue to underestimate exactly how much of a slut you are, Rosa. I'll have to be more careful, since it doesn't count if I make you cum involuntarily."

"I-I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a slut..."

He gave a loud, resounding laugh that echoed throughout the room and entered her ears from all directions, almost as though it were a ringing sensation attacking her very soul.

"Are you still spouting that lie? Proving you wrong is going to be so much fun."

"Aah!" Another tap, and another moan. With the situation like this, there wasn't much she could say to convince him otherwise.

...

Some time had passed, and the challenge of having to resist Bowser's fingers and cock attacking a bodily response she only found out about a week ago seemed one of the most arduous battles she'd ever fought. Every 10 or 15 seconds, a prod on her clit would bring her almost to the edge, if not the very edge, before stopping just short. Rosalina failed to grasp how much time had passed, her brain barely able to remember that the existence of a clock in his room, nor that the timer started at the half hour.

But even if she didn't know the specifics, she knew it had been while. It was horrible, but she had been able to withstand it. She could do this... definitely... after all, so much time had passed already...

Right...? The sorceress finally looked up at the clock... her internal timekeeping was normally perfectly accurate, so she knew it had been a while, but... it couldn't hurt to make sure, just in case...

For a moment, Rosalina ignored everything in her surroundings, even the sensation of Bowser's hands and cock...

...only to experience a sense of distressed worry and near-hopelessness. It had been 5 minutes.

"Your face tells me so much, Rosa. You know, the sooner you give up the sooner it'll feel good, right? Or maybe you're just that skilled of an actor and are secretly enjoying this."

"I-It's awful... I really dislike this..."

"Don't worry, every woman I'm with is like that at first."

"How many times... Ah! How many times have you done this?"

"A great many, mostly in the last few years. You didn't think I took over all those planets via force, did you?"

"I was wondering... how you conquered some of them so quickly..."

"I'm quite popular, and I've had plenty of practice."

"Ah!" She felt it again, the feeling of dull keratin on her clit as his claw tapped it again.

"Careful, Rosa, if you're the one that makes yourself cum, that means you lose. I don't think either of us want that."

Of course not, he wanted to see her beg instead. Theoretically, cumming now would be the best idea, just to show resistance, to make him take her seriously, but she couldn't bring herself to do it... If only she were as strong as someone like Princess Toadstool or Pauline, maybe she could've avoided this all together...

Rosalina took a moment to center herself, soothing her nerves.

"I can do this..."

"Think so? You started with an hour, and you basically still have an hour left to go." Bowser had wasted no time taunting her again, trying to demoralize her.

But she couldn't think that way... any progress was progress towards escaping this hellish situation. Just... 55 minutes left to go...

...

Rosalina had been concentrating intently, attempting to answer Bowser's inquiries while maintaining her sanity. It was the first time in at least 10 years that her internal clock had been incorrect, but just that one instance was enough that she could no longer trust it. She looked at the one in his room...

15 minutes... a quarter of the way there.

"Are you having fun, Rosa? Because I certainly am."

"I see... I'm glad you're enjoying this at lea-Ah!"

Her muscles tensed up again, and she found herself grabbing anything she could, to the point of almost flailing around in an attempt to control her responses.

"I can't believe how sensitive you are. I wonder what your constituents would think if they learned how easily the almighty guardian of the stars can be made to cum. Don't worry though, even if they reject you and abandon you, you're still my kind of woman."

His words seemed to be true... her body was awfully sensitive, but why...? Why only to him?

"Your kind of woman...?"

"Yes, the naughty, dirty, slutty kind that enjoys being teased like this."

"I don't want to disappoint you, but you're getting your hopes up for nothing."

"You've already entertained me plenty. Look at my guy, he's excited just rubbing your pussy, and he can't wait to go in."

His cock was erect, there was no mistaking that, but...

"Is it... really like that because of me?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I..."

"I asked you a question, Rosa."

"I'm sorry, but no, I don't..."

"Take a look at it, and don't take your eyes off of it."

The cosmic defender did as he said, having some suspicion of what he would do. Soon after, he once again tapped her clit, sending a jolt directly to her brain, but while the powerful surge did a number on her, she managed to keep her vision on his cock. Rosalina watched as it somehow grew even larger, hardening as the veins on it pulsed, as though they were doing overtime just to transport blood through the large object and ensure that it continued to stand skyward.

"It's... throbbing..."

"Yes, and it's all because of you. Specifically your moans, at least right now. Let's change that though."

"What do you mean? You... want me to do something else?"

"There's that genius-level intellect. Yes, I want you to say what just happened, about my cock getting hard and what caused it, but say it in your own, slutty way, using everything you've learned so far."

Rosalina thought for a second, confused on what he wanted, and about to ask him... but she realized what he was really looking for: a sense of mental stimulation. He wanted to hear her say something embarrassing, but he wanted it to be something he didn't think of himself, something he hadn't directly expected to hear... something original...

"Your enormous koopa cock became ere-... became hard because of my-... because of..." She swallowed once more. "because of th-th-this whore's s-s-slutty moans..."

She heard a low growl come from his mouth in tune with the liquid that started emerging from the hole of his cock. It wasn't as much as when he came, but it wasn't just a few drops either, a continuous flow of it seeming to run forward down the far side of his cock. She leaned a little forward to see the other side, and watched as the small stream ran down the underside of it, curving around the line of bumps almost like a snake, before landing on his testicles... his balls, and then dripping down into a small, damp spot on the bed.

Rosalina had always been rather emotionless during sex, to her detriment, but she didn't normally have a choice in the matter... her emotions were weak from both her disinterest and her age. But here... here she couldn't stop them from coming out, the feeling of her embarrassment and shame overwhelming her mind like a flash flood, and it seemed that Bowser very much preferred it that way.

"I like the use of third person. I'll have to remember that for later. Ah, but you deserve a reward, don't you?"

A tap...

It felt like a surge of electricity ran through the sorceress, and she immediately pulled back towards his chest while simultaneously arching her back to what would be almost painful for a normal person.

"Haaaaaaaah...!" A much longer moan this time, but despite the wave's power, her husband expertly continued to keep her on the edge.

"See Rosa, it's because your moans sound so erotic. Whenever I hear them I get a sense of excitement."

Managing to grab some air after inadvertently holding in her lungs, Rosalina, with great difficulty, pushed out a response.

"Why... why is... that?"

"Because it means you're feeling good."

Catching her breath a bit, she found her mental functions returning slightly.

"I never expected you... to be the kind of person... that wants to please others."

Bowser laughed. "You can't really control a woman unless you control her every part of her. I want to make you realize your true nature, a slut that can only feel arousal through being dominated and controlled. Once that happens, your body will stop resisting, your heart will become honest, and your mind and even your very soul will be completely mine."

"That sounds... scary."

"On the contrary, it's nothing but fun, and your pussy agrees with me." Bowser sped up his fingers again. Meanwhile, a sudden, quick thrust, stimulated her pleasure centers even quicker than he had before.

"Ah... p-please..."

"You really want me to stop? Don't you want to feel even better?"

"That wouldn't be a good idea..."

"Because you'd get closer to admitting that you want this? Don't worry, you're already a quarter of the way there, what's another three?"

He let out a loud laugh, enveloping the room and shaking her to her core, both physically and mentally. It felt like she had just gotten ejected from a magical painting, and just as it would to the red-capped plumber, the same sense of defeat flowed through her alongside the accompanying bellow from the koopa king.

...

"Ah..." Another moan from the sorceress, but this time one of anguish. Her head lay back, her mouth hung open, and her unfocused eyes stared at the wall in front of her. It was clear that this entire agonizing period had taken its toll on her. Her mind was still here, and she hadn't given up, but... she was certainly on her last life...

"I mentioned before that I've played this game with quite a few women in the last few years, usually as part of some... diplomatic relationships. You'll be pleased to know that at 40 minutes, you've far outlasted all of them. In contrast to how meek your personality gets when you're around me, your willpower is almost inhumanly strong. Unfortunately for you, while it will be useful when you become my loyal slut of a queen, all it does for you now is let me crush it harder when you lose."

"I... see..." Barely able to even comprehend his words, she gave a response that likely would've been the same no matter what he said.

"You're weaker than me, Rosa. It's time for you to see that."

"Weak... no... no I'm not weak... 20 minutes... left..."

While the sensations hadn't eased up in the slightest, her reactions to them had, her brain starting to give out. Another tap of her clit, but it simply passed through her.

Suddenly, a force on the back of her head, the scaly feeling of his other hand pushing it forward and down to face his cock.

"Look at it, Rosa."

It was the same cock she had seen before, but this time she stared at it differently. Her eyes hazy and her mouth feeling like drool would soon fall from it, she felt unable to take her gaze away from either the garnet flesh, nor the streams of cum dripping down multiple sides. But the thing that really grabbed her attention, more than anything else... was the sudden scent of his cum wafting towards her, the poignant odor invading her sense of smell. She hadn't noticed the smell before, the gradual change nearly undetectable, but with the sudden change in proximity, the scent felt like it was frying her brain, requiring every ounce of mental power left just to think straight enough to form a response.

"You're... really enjoying... this..."

"I'm not the only one. You're drooling right now, and I know the very idea of putting it in your nasty pussy is making you even wetter."

"I-I..."

"What are you even going to do if you win and go back home?"

"I... hadn't thought about it."

"It would be really painful don't you think? You wouldn't really be able to cum, unless you admitted to yourself that I was the one that got you in the mood in the first place."

"I just... won't cum..."

"You'll spend the entirety of the next week in terrible anguish. Is that really what you want?"

"No..."

"Why don't you give up now then?"

"That's... I can't..."

"But you will."

"I can make it... another 20 minutes..."

Her proclamation was not met by any sort of weakness, but rather another booming laugh, instilling in her a sudden feeling of dread and hopelessness that she desperately tried to suppress.

"This has been a lot of fun, Rosa, but it's time to finish."

"H-Huh...? You're ending early...?" She responded in a vain hope that she could make her statement a reality.

"No." Bowser lowered his other hand, and shortly yet suddenly, another jolt hit her. This time, however, she couldn't ignore it, as now two of his fingers were touching her her clit, pushing it around and stimulating it in a multitude of different ways that made his already incredible previous technique look crude and unrefined in comparison. With this change, it felt less like stimulation, and more as though he had just seized control of her mind, directly forcing her to feel this way.

But it wasn't the powerful sensations alone that were the issue, it that was now they were constant and unceasing.

"Ah...! Aaah...! Aaah...!" Her moans became more and more frequent, to the point that it felt like she would simply cum from his hands, but... she wouldn't, because Bowser wouldn't let her. Before, she had some sort of reprieve each time, but now she was stuck on the edge in the this torture. It was the worst part of this whole ordeal, and until the end of the competition, it was the only thing he would let her experience. She gripped his legs as she almost chaotically thrashed about, in a desperate attempt to resist the sensations.

But she could do this... she wouldn't cum.

She wouldn't beg to cum...

She wouldn't... She... wouldn't...

...

"S-Stop... please... stop..."

"The game doesn't stop unless you give up."

"I... I do... I give up, you win..."

"Couldn't even last another minute, huh?"

It took less than sixty seconds for Rosalina to give up after Bowser really started trying, and that was when that she realized... he had been toying with her the entire time. It wasn't just that he was stronger, but that it had been hopeless from the very beginning, that there had never been any chance of her winning against him.

He could've made her submit at any time, but chose not to, to mess with with her, to give her false hope that she could somehow overcome him, only to completely crush any remaining willpower after weakening it for forty minutes. That's how utterly unfair the competition was, how outmatched she was, that the only reason she had even a semblance of hope at the start of the game wasn't from her own will creating it... but because Bowser *allowed* her to have it.

And now he had taken it away, to prove to her who was really in control, to show her that all of her efforts were pointless, her resistance without meaning or purpose.

He was teaching her that she was truly powerless before him, that there was no way she could possibly stand against him, that she was lesser than him, in both her mind and her body.

He was teaching her that she was *weak*.

"W-well... if... if I don't make you happy... won't you break our arrangement?" Rosalina knew it was bad idea to say it, but everything put together was too much to bear, and she couldn't help but deflect the situation, the smallest inkling of willpower still remaining.

"So that's how you're going to spin it." Bowser's cock cooled down a bit, its press against her pussy becoming a bit weaker, indicating its softening.

He was disappointed.

"I'm sorry..."

"We both know you're just looking for an excuse to cum."

"I... I... Please... have mercy... I can't take it... your fingers... the neurochemicals are too strong..." Her brain felt like it had been set on fire from the massive influx of dopamine, and the only way it could only be cooled was by letting her body cum.

"Alright, I don't mind taking my time breaking you. I'll get you to admit it later. However..." Bowser grinned. "If you really are giving up, I believe you have something else to tell me."

Rosalina's cheeks flushed red as some mixture of fear and embarrassment overtook her.

"Don't worry Rosa, no one is here but the two of us, and no one is going to find out your dirty little secret. Oh, but I guess your slutty brain can't function like this, can it?" He took his hands off of her clit, allowing her a sense of calm for the first time sense they began.

The sorceress immediately and forcefully took a deep breath, feeling as though she had been holding in air for the entire duration of the challenge. Then, she took another, and another, and another...

A full minute passed by, giving her time to rest... but even now, her mind told her that she only had this reprieve because Bowser had allowed it, and he would expect something soon.

"I-I'm sorry, but what exactly was it that you wanted me to say? I remember most of it, but..." But after what had just transpired, she had trouble utilizing her mental facilities and accessing her otherwise near-photographic memory.

"Surprise me. Come up with the rest."

He wanted to her to think of something herself? Rosalina wasn't sure what she could say, or even how her brain was even functioning at the moment, but her back was against the wall. Bowser was disappointed with her response a few seconds ago, and she knew the outcome couldn't be allowed to repeat itself.

She took a few seconds to think, hoping her words would be enough.

"I-I... I, Rosalina, Guardian of the Cosmos and P-Protector of the Stars..." She cut off, her face flustered and hot.

"Go on."

Deep breaths...

"...for the rest of the night, hereby... hereby..."

Another pause, with her saliva pooling around her tongue in a large enough quantity that she was forced to swallow it down in an audible gulp.

"Hereby... relinquish my titles, and in th-their place, I declare that... that..."

She paused again, watching Bowser's grin, as if to say 'go on, tell me what I want to hear, tell me that I've won.'

"I declare that... that I am K-King Bowser's... p-p... p-personal s-s-slut."

Rosalina looked down in embarrassment, closing her eyes to take his enormous cock out of her focus. But that didn't stop her from feeling its hardness, tapping against her pussy as it stood back up completely. She didn't have to see him to know that he was enjoying this, and that he had an even bigger smile on his face than just a few seconds ago.

"I think you're forgetting something."

She put her hands on her head, taking off her crown and putting it on the table.

"I-I... surrender... my crown... to you, King Bowser... i-it is rightfully yours..."

He gave a chuckle, to signify the humor in the Protector of the Cosmos debasing herself in such a way as she accepted defeat.

"I've never heard someone say it so formally, but it still sounds hot. I especially like the word surrender, it fits well here."

Rosalina had come down a bit without the stimulation, but the feeling replaced itself with increasing levels of shame. She had lost... even though she was feeling more rational, she had already agreed and made her vow. Not that it would've mattered, as even if she hadn't, any ounce of resistance and he would force her to realize hopelessness again as he teased her once more.

She saw Bowser's hands head for her clit once more, and immediately jerked her body.

"I didn't even touch it yet, were you wanting this that badly?"

"I-It's automatic... I don't have control over it."

"Sure it is, and you say that like you have control over anything." He laughed. "Now, where were we?"

As if to reward her for humiliating herself, Bowser replaced his tapping of her clit with a much more aggressive version, quickly bringing her close again.

But then, he slowed down once more, keeping her right at the edge.

"Ah... Th-This is too cruel..."

"Are you talking back to your king?"

"N-No, but, I thought..."

"Is that selfishness? Might I remind you who you belong to for the rest of the night?"

"I-I-I'm sorry, I..." Her brain screamed at her, desperately wishing it could cum. She needed to steady herself, taking a deep breath. "I-If it makes you happy, p-please keep me on the edge."

"You're getting into this pretty quickly."

"Is that... wrong?"

"On the contrary, it's very arousing. Now wrap your legs around mine."

Rosalina understood the point immediately, and she entwined her dangling legs around his own, hooking them behind his calves.

"Next, put your arms around my neck. Lock them tightly."

Leaning further back into his warm flesh, she raised her arms above her to his neck, wrapping them around it like a sort of reverse hug.

"Now tilt your head back so I can see you."

She did as such, seeing his upside-down face look back at hers. The first part of it she saw was his devious smile, exactly what she expected. It was a grin signified that his victory, his superiority to her, that she had submitted to his will and accepted defeat. But she wasn't sure what exactly that meant, what sort of control he actually had over her. What did 'personal slut' even mean?

Any confusion was quickly dashed as their eyes met. His pupils didn't show the same smugness that the expression on his mouth did, rather, it was that gaze again, infiltrating her brain. Through her words and in her mind, she could tell herself she was her own person, that she was strong, in control of herself, but... was she really?

His eyes sent a different message, trying to overwrite hers, telling Rosalina that she was wrong, that before *his* presence, she would never be the one in control, she would never be the one pulling the strings, and she wouldn't even act with independence as an equal. His mind was overpowering hers, forcing in her the idea that her submission wasn't just an act, but a reality to both of them. He wasn't the koopa king or her husband, rather, in this moment...

He was her *owner*.

The realization made Rosalina's heart pound, just in time for his dull claws to rapidly speed up once more. Immediately she pressed all of her limbs against his various body parts, the restrictive position allowing her to put more force into them, feeling an increased intensity from her muscles as her pussy sent its own messages towards her brain.

Rosalina moaned rapidly from the increased stimulation, so much so that her consciousness seemed near to giving out entirely.

"Breathe."

Almost immediately did he give the command than did the sorceress start to take air into her lungs, her sense gradually returning. It was as if the order had come from her own brain rather than his, that the two were now perfectly in sync with their roles: one dominant, the other submissive.

"Now breath through your nose."

She did as he said, somehow intrinsically understanding why he ordered it, knowing what was coming next even without being able to read his mind. Just by the atmosphere she could tell what he was about to say to her.

"Open your mouth."

Without thinking, Rosalina followed his command like an automatic response, her weakened will unable to resist his own. Immediately, her voice was suppressed, feeling again that slimy sensation inside of her mouth, encircling hers in a mirror image of how it did before. His fingers on her clit... and his cock rubbing against her pussy... she could feel the sensations, heightened by the strange upside-down kiss.

Rosalina's mind didn't agree, but it was a message her body didn't dispute. She wanted to say that it couldn't fight against it, but in reality, it wouldn't. Physical attraction did little for her, but she could feel the very soul of this being standing over her, not as a husband or equal, but as her alpha, her controller. It was as if her body wanted to do nothing but accept such a role, as if it wanted nothing more than to serve under him, to obey, to devote itself to his whims and desires.

As the sensations built up, she knew she would be cumming soon, but her body had already decided their course of action. To it, it still felt as though it wasn't yet ready to reach a climax, as though it didn't *deserve* it. Time had frozen right before the point, and in this moment in which her mind wanted the most to cum, her body waited... Not for a special moment, but for permission, and not from just anyone, certainly not from her, but from him. It betrayed her, ignoring all orders but ones that came from the person her tongue was locked with. There would be no release unless *he* decreed.

Then, as her clit was pressed especially intensely, it was as if his mind spoke to hers, telling her body those sweet words that it wanted to hear more than anything.

("Cum.")

And it obeyed, releasing all of its tension at once, spreading the sensation to every last nook and cranny of her body. Rosalina jolted even more harshly, her legs forcefully pressing against his as her arms above his head squeezed each other while pulling downward against his shoulders. It was an incredible, unparalleled feeling that she had never once experienced before, even last week, and it felt as though it would shatter her mind into a million pieces with its overwhelming power. His fingers kept moving and moving, but the powerful rush didn't let up, something she demonstrated firsthand to Bowser as her moans were let out into his mouth.

Despite all of this distraction, however, her body continued to concentrate on his tongue, greedily trying to wrap hers around it to prolong this endless wave of ecstasy.

But finally... finally it calmed down... and the intensity replaced itself with that familiar, peaceful, relaxing feeling. Her mouth felt empty again after the source of heat near her face had backed away, and as Rosalina opened her eyes, she saw Bowser's face... and the saliva trail connecting it to hers.

...

A few seconds later and the sorceress was no longer on top of Bowser, rather, he had laid her onto her back on the bed, letting her take in air at her own pace as she basked in the afterglow for just a few seconds longer, absorbing the fantasy...

...before reality came smashing down. She returned to her senses, realizing what had just occurred, her vulnerable mind unable to deal with the sadness and guilt that now overtook it.

"I... I lost... I'm too weak..."

"You're not weak."

"But... I..."

"You're not weak, you just challenged the wrong opponent. No woman can win against me, especially not a perverted slut like yourself."

No woman can win...? This was inevitable...?

The age-old woman's mental state having deteriorated from their game, Bowser's words cut right through her. She couldn't comprehend how she wasn't weak after losing to a battle of wills she should've been more than capable of winning. Rosalina looked at him in confusion, perhaps in hopes he would say it again...

"Rea... Really...?"

"Yes, it had nothing to do with your power. The reason you never stood a chance because it was me." He gave a hardy laugh.

Of course... it was impossible to win this game against him...

It had *always* been impossible...

It made sense now...

"I... see..."

"From your eyes, it looks like you do, but I want to hear it from your mouth."

In addition to a weakened will, the orgasm that Bowser gave Rosalina had also done a number of her ability to think straight. With great difficulty she sifted through what she knew and what he expected, trying to discern what he would want to hear this time.

Perhaps a confirmation, since he seemed to enjoy praise?

No, not praise. He's a king...

He wants worship.

She thought for a second, taking in more air, understanding even with her enervated mind how wrong what she was about to say was, how contradictory it was to what she had learned and believed all of her life. But what surprised her the most was how little nervousness she felt, perhaps caused by the same source as the rest of her current mental failings.

"Of course... it's only natural that I lost to you... Women can do nothing before your greatness, they can't resist the-"

As if activating an emergency reaction, Rosalina paused. What couldn't they resist? The pleasures of the flesh? No, those meant nothing to her... that couldn't be it... that couldn't be what defeated her... it had to be something else... but what would he enjoy hearing?

"They can't resist you... we're powerless before the strength of such a strong male's will..."

Yes, that had to have been what it was...

His cock had calmed down, but she saw it almost spring back up at her proclamation. It seems she was quickly learning what Bowser enjoyed hearing, to her own worry.

"You're starting to really get into this. It's quite arousing and hot. Say something else."

Rosalina thought once more, going over what she knew that he liked. Perhaps this time he wanted a statement of submission, to show, no, to remind her, that she had agreed to be... underneath him... for the night.

"My king, I hope that I, not as your queen or your equal, but only as your inferior servant, your personal slut, that I can satisfy your whim and desires..."

"Up." The singular word silenced her entire train of thought, as if all of it were useless in this moment. She had been told something, and needed to do it.

As she sat up from the bed, Bowser reached over, grabbing the hair behind her head, pulling it back slightly as he leaned forward towards her. Rosalina subconsciously closed her eyes as his face neared hers, feeling his tongue on her lips, as if to tell her that it wanted in.

He said nothing, and he didn't need to. If she really was his personal slut, then there was no question what she needed to do, no confusion she needed to work through. Right now he was her superior, her king... her ruler, and whatever he wanted, she would give him. It was her king's *right* to demand a kiss, and her duty to give it to him.

Rosalina opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Although it wasn't accompanied by his fingers this time, the light-headed feeling didn't fail to surface. He held it only a few seconds, but it was long enough to place her under its spell before it retreated with the rest of its body.

"Why did you... kiss me again..."

"Because at the end of the night, you're not going to regret staying. I wanted you to realize that right now."

Rosalina looked away, failing to understand her feelings. She felt a little less sad and guilty, but the emotions were very much still there.

"Besides, Rosa, if you left now, you'd have to explain why you came back. You wouldn't want to do that, would you?"

"No..."

Right... right... that wouldn't make sense... they'd be suspicious, of course...

The excuse pierced her vulnerable heart like a knife through butter.

"So why don't you relax and enjoy the feeling of getting fucked by your king's cock like a good little slut?"

Rosalina took a moment to contemplate how she ended up in such a strange situation...

Suddenly, however, a headache overcame her.

"Ah... Could I... have some water first?"

"Oh yeah, I guess you have been sweating for the past hour, huh? I'll call for some."

...

"Feeling better?"

"Much better."

After satisfying her dehydration by downing what felt like a gallon of water, her thoughts were whole again... and a wave of embarrassment hit her upon realizing what she had said to Bowser not five minutes ago.

"Good, because I'm hungry for dessert."

Rosalina looked up at him. "De... dessert?"

He licked his lips. "Spread your legs, you slut."

Wide-eyed and red-faced, Rosalina couldn't help but look away. It was such a crude way of stating what he wanted, and yet the sheer intensity of the demand made her start sweating once more.

Yet, she did as he said regardless, waiting for him to eat his 'aftercourse'.

Seconds later, the sorceress quickly found herself tossing and turning, biting her lips together to suppress her moans, and grabbing the bed sheets just to deal with sensations that made his fingers pale in comparison. His slimy tongue wiggled around inside of her, its coarser inhuman texture sharply stimulating her pussy as it slid over what felt like every single part of the fleshy interior. His movements were so intense and deliberate that it was as if her pussy was the most delicious thing to him in the entire galaxy. She couldn't fathom how he could be so enthusiastic as to clean her insides with such passion and thoroughness.

And so the situation stood that someone with little sexual desire would be repeatedly forced to cum from his tongue, as well as his hands and his cock. Meanwhile, one of that someone's close friends was looking for that exact capability in a partner, but the only time said friend could find it was with her archenemy. The irony was not lost on the cosmic guardian, and it was clear to her that the higher powers had a twisted sense of humor.

"Mmmmph!" Rosalina was worried she would leave bruises in her mouth from how hard she was biting her lips, her anxiety and sensitivity counterintuitively heightened from the thought that even her muffled moans could be heard for miles... and it would soon get worse, as she felt that same sensation emerging as before. She scrunched her eyes and bit down even harder, her climax rapidly coming to a head.

His tongue... slimy, coarse, wet... powerful... stimulating every part of her pussy, even the deepest sections...

This time he didn't make her wait. The surge passed through the cosmic guardian, hitting her like a tidal wave crashing into a castle. Her mind felt as if it were close to short circuiting, her whole body shaking rapidly, her legs twitching so much she thought she might accidentally kick the person responsible for her elevation. The intense feelings were starting to become more and more known to her each time she had them, a fact that terrified her, or would've, if she wasn't so distracted.

A half-minute passed by before Rosalina wound down, her brain once again losing its higher functions for a bit. She lay back on the bed, resting on the soft sheet as she caught her breath. She couldn't believe how easily she came...

"Ah... Hah..."

The sorceress had started to feel sleepy from the ordeal, the sweating and the charged emotional responses doing a number on her consciousness. Now that she had winded down, she closed her eyes, letting her body regain its strength as she drifted off to-

Smack.

The back of his hand lightly tapped her face, interrupting her train of thought, or lack thereof.

With little pause, it prodded her again... and again... and again, all together giving her four or five more slaps in the span of a couple of seconds, all on the same cheek.

"Ah! Wh-what are you-" Rosalina snapped out of her latest daze, thoroughly woken up by the repeated smacking.

"Pay attention, slut, we're nowhere near done. It's not over until every inch of your body remembers how I made you feel."

Rosalina sat up, rubbing her cheek before looking at him. Though wasn't in any real pain, she felt the natural urge to soften up the area anyway.

"What do you plan to do next?" She said, groaning.

"You're curious? Didn't expect you to be that hungry to find out."

"I-I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry, Rosa, I'll make sure to fuck you plenty tonight. if you can't tell, I have a rule against leaving my women anything other than both satisfied and completely exhausted, and we won't stop until your pussy is completely marked with my seed."

"Ah..." Rosalina gave a sigh of nervous anguish, having already cum twice, and essentially being told that she would reach double digit numbers... again...

"But the world is give and take, and I just ate you out, so now it's time for you to return the favor."

The cosmic sorceress immediately understood what he meant, but wasn't sure the method by which to accomplish it. She'd had her mouth on it before, but not like this. She leaned forward into a crawl, approaching the sitting Bowser, his erect cock clearly visible. Though he hadn't sweat that much, there was enough of his musk that when combined with his cock's natural scent, created something truly wild.

"No, not like that, you cock-hungry little bunny." His laugh echoed through the room, but only briefly, as it soon replaced itself with a more serious tone.

"There's a specific way you give service a king." Bowser continued to speak before turning away from her, moving to sit on the side of the bed, his legs on the ground.

"Stand in front of me, slut." He ordered without looking back at her, indicative of his full confidence that the cosmic witch would do as he said. As she floated off the bed to land in front of him, she thought to ask what they were doing, but hesitated... something about it wasn't right... not about the situation itself, rather... something told her that she should stay silent, that she should quietly wait for his next order.

That same energy also told her the pose she should adopt, landing in front of him, standing straight up with one hand over the other on top of her stomach. It was a formal, dignified stance, appropriate for addressing a king, even without clothes on.

Their eyes met, the energy of the room continuing to change. It was already quiet before, but now it felt as though a spell had silenced the entire area... That spell was his aura, his desires, and without even speaking, she, along with the whole surrounding world seemed to move to make his whims a reality. Sitting with his legs spread and his arms to the sides, the regal pose felt as though she weren't looking at him on his bed, but rather... his throne, and she stood before him not as his queen, but as his servant, his own personal slut, awaiting her king's next decree.

"Closer."

She was beckoned into his personal space, stepping into it with a single movement, and even as she looked down at him, no one would've mistaken who was truly in control. Each moment felt anxiety inducing, her breathing growing heavier, and she weaker as he exerted his will onto her without so much as lifting a finger.

His cock twitched upward, and the sorceress found her eyes averting to look at it, as if this object itself had ordered such a thing from her. Colored a pure garnet, the crown jewel of the koopa king lay not on his head, but here, down below, in the form of a mighty, fleshy entity that had enraptured and ensnared every woman who gazed at it. It currently stood up straight, its hypnotic appearance etching itself into her mind and making it abundantly clear that those same women saw it not just as a beautiful ornament, but... as an object of reverence.

He grabbed a pillow, putting it down in front of the submitting sorceress. The whims of Rosalina's body had since completely overtaken those of her mind, leaving no confusion remaining, no muddiness in his desires that she couldn't understand. Whatever magic he had used on her had succeeded wholly, as despite the foreign situation, she intrinsically knew what he wanted.

But it wasn't just plain tethered obedience, originating from the knowledge that she now needed to obey, that compelled her to subservience. Rather, it was the start of an internalization that the situation was off, that it was incorrect... she was looking down at him, and to her, it felt *wrong*, and the only reason she hadn't taken the obvious course of action wasn't because she was unsure... it was because she hadn't been commanded to do so.

Rosalina looked back up at him as he uttered a single word that shook her mind, heart, and her entire body.

"Kneel."

...

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