Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

"A much more fitting dress for my princess."

His voice carried to her as he came down the hallway, taking his time. He wondered what was running through her mind after what happened, figuring she probably hated him more. However, that didn't change his mind about the whole affair. He moved to the wall across from her, leaning back against it as he watched her eat.

"That does smell wonderful and looks interesting to eat. Perhaps I should try some myself."
 
She bristled as she heard his voice, turning her head slowly to glare at him as he slowly sauntered toward her. The word “princess” left a bad taste in her mouth as she remembered him purring it to her as he ravished her thoroughly. The pancakes seemed less flavorful and sweet in his presence.

“If you want some, you should ask your servants to make you some. I’m sure there is batter left over.” Peach answered curtly, stabbing a strawberry with her fork and bringing it to her mouth to chew as she looked down at her plate.

He had a lot of nerve to show himself so soon after their encounter, the feeling of him inside her still fresh in her mind. There was no denying that it was pleasurable, but he had forced it on her, and now she was no longer chaste. She seethed as she barely tolerated his presence.
 
He gave a little smirk as he could see the anger in her eyes and hear it in her voice. He knew she would come around in time, but this was just an adjustment period. His eyes roamed over her for a moment before he spoke up.

"The dress suits you. It is quite fitting for you."

He knew the direct approach would work, but he was going to have to use an indirect approach with her as well. After all, she had been needed to be taken down from the high, so very high pedestal she had placed herself on. If she thought she would have been treated differently elsewhere in the realm, she was very wrong in her thinking. His treatment was actually tame in comparison to how other dragons treated their slaves.

"Since you obviously don't want to spend so much time in my presence, I would suggest you find someplace to occupy yourself in town. A job or the like. Or you can find some sort of hobby to keep yourself out of trouble."
 
"I suppose its certainly more fitting than my previous dress, seeing that it's currently split right down the middle." She responded, taking another bite.

Peach finally looked up at him in surprise as he told her she could get a job or a hobby. This was a very generous offer for him to be making considering that she had previously tried to escape him and had almost succeeded. Being in town during the daytime would give her a larger head-start if she decided to bold- perhaps he felt just a little bit bad for taking her, somewhere very deep down. After a moment of thought, she spoke, "Does the town have a library? I would like to learn how to read your language and learn more about the history of this land."

Her fork found another strawberry as she waited for an answer. If she decided to stick around for a while longer, she really wanted to specifically study dragons.

Peach was curious about dragons and how they operated in this foreign land. Based on his response to Bowsette, he seemed to intend to someday marry or mate a female dragon. However, she wondered how two dragons even met each other with how territorial they must be. Did he have family, and if so, where were they and did they ever visit him?
 
He raised an eyebrow for a moment at her question of a library and wishing to learn the language. He thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"Yes, there is a library in the town. It's well stocked, but I don't think it would be of much help now. I can arrange for a scholar to teach you to read, with no problems. The library is located near the church."
 
She considered his proposal. A tutor would actually be very much preferable to her trying to figure out things on her own. In addition, they could read her history books while she was still learning so that she didn't have to wait. He would of course control what she learned if she did it this way, but she could eventually go out and learn things for herself once the time was right.

"Yes, I think that is a very practical suggestion. If you could get me a tutor to teach me to read, write, and also to read me history books, I would be grateful." Peach bowed her head to him in acknowledgement of his willingness to help her empower herself. She took a bite-sized portion of pancakes and a strawberry on her fork and held it out for him.
 
He smiled for a moment when she agreed to his terms of how to proceed with things. Of course he knew there was always the possibility she would try to run again, but he decided to release her leash a bit so to speak. He had figured she would mostly like be the type who would have to have some sort of reward to show compliance.

"That is acceptable by me. I shall find a scholar for you this afternoon to get lessons started."

He raised an eye ridge for a moment at the offered bite, but decided it was best not to turn it down. Peach was going to be a given and take kind of breaking in, where as Bowsette was mostly willing to do what he wasted. He opened his mouth and closed it around the offered bite, pulling it off of the fork before chewing.

He mmed at the sweetness of the flavor combinations, the concept new and wonderful to him. He licked his lips for a moment before smiling.

"Very delicious. What do you call that?"
 
"Thank you..." she was a little bewildered that he was being so accommodating, but she wasn't going to question it for now.

"They're pancakes. Your cooks gave me odd looks when I described what I wanted to be made, but they turned out very well. In my land, they're usually served with fruit, peanut butter, maple syrup, whipped cream, or some combination of ingredients. We often put blueberries in the dough as well." Baking was a hobby of Peach's when she had been living in her own castle. She took a moment to wistfully remember baking cakes, cookies, pancakes, and other treats for her parents or friends.

She thought to herself with amusement that if he liked pancakes, he would probably love waffles as well. Although, she doubted they had the right sort of cast-iron shaped pan for it.
 
"Pancakes..."

He licked his lips once more as he thought of the fluffiness of the pancakes, combined with the sweetness of the pancakes. He smiled for a moment as a thought.

"A very intriguing concept. I believe I should put you in charge of cooking if you can provide more such wonderful food things."

He reached forward towards her plate, using a claw to cut himself another piece of the pancakes. He speared the cut portion with his claw, along with a strawberry before eating and swallowing the portion. Though he figured she would pull away, he ran a claw gently along her cheek for a moment before letting her return to her food.
 
“What? You’re not afraid I would poison you or something?” Peach asked, surprised. Of course, she would never poison him. Princess Peach despised such underhanded methods of dispatching another person. Despite what he had done, she hardly thought he deserved to die, much less in such a disgusting way. If she ever found someone who truly deserved to be killed, she was the sort who would challenge them head-on. Though she imagined he didn’t know her well enough to know this.

“If you were comfortable with it, I would be willing to write down some recipes and direct your staff sometimes.” She watched him take another bite and felt pleased despite herself.

His hand on her cheek distracted her, though, and she pulled away a bit as she looked away from him.
 
He did smirk a little as she mentioned poisoning him, shaking his head.

"No, that seems more like something that Bowsette would do. And yes, that will be fine for you to direct them from time to time."

As he thought, she moved away from his touch. He lowered his hand back to his side for a moment, watching her. He was silent for a few moments before he spoke once more.

"I will go and get things arranged for your studies. Feel free to go and find the library if you wish."

With that, he turned and made his way back down the hallway, strecthing his wings for a moment before folding them back against his back.
 
"Alright, I'll leave shortly." She watched him leave, his wings adjusting on his back. He was an enigma. At times he was extremely forceful, and at other times he was very friendly, she simply couldn't figure out why he was nice to her if he could simply take her whenever he wanted like he did in the garden. Why did he maintain the illusion that she had free will if he didn't believe it himself? She sighed and shook her head, deciding that she would have plenty of time to unravel his way of thinking.

"Hey there, princess beetch." Bowsette came around a corner in the opposite direction he was leaving in. She approached peach and looked down at her pancakes, licking her lips and using her own claws to steal a bite with a slice of banana. "You may be a spoiled shit, but you have good taste in food." The woman looked her up and down, noticing she had a new dress on. Her eyes narrowed at her as if trying to figure out why she had a new change in clothing and Bowsette did not.

Shrugging, she walked into the kitchen and had them make her some pancakes as well, requesting extra strawberries.

Peach soon left for the village, finding the library with the help of a few friendly villagers. The building was musty and smelled of old tomes- she loved it. She would often go to the library in her castle and simply read on the windowsill on rainy days.
 
It didn't take him long to find the proper teacher for her, a wizened old man who had been around for a very long time. The man had taught children for most of his life and knew exactly what to teach the princess. After a little haggling and talking, he agreed to meet with the princess at the castle twice a week. The old man did try to meet more often,but Ragnar felt it was a sufficient enough pace for her to learn.

After getting the scholar lined up, Ragnar went walking about the town. As he passed the tailor, he wondered if he should get a new outfit for Bowsette yet. Deciding she hadn't yet earned it, he continued past. He still had to decide on a control tattoo for the fiesty koopa woman, which he figured wouldn't be too hard. It was nearly dinner time by the time he arrived back at the castle.
 
Peach had returned a little before him with several history tomes, depositing them in her room before resting and then heading down to the dining room. Bowsette had become bored of annoying the servants, so had come to dinner early as well. They looked at each other, each of them surprised that the other had the same thought of coming down to wait for the other two.

They both sat down. Peach coughed and shifted in her seat.

"You shouldn't provoke me like you did yesterday, Peach. You know my temper, so next time control yourself if you don't want to get hurt. For what its worth, I'm glad he stopped me before I scratched your eyes out; it wouldn't be any fun teasing you if you couldn't see what I was doing. Well, it would still be fun, just not as much." Bowsette said and laughed.

Princess Peach scowled. She knew this was Bowsette's odd way of apologizing without admitting any sort of guilt or wrong-doing. It annoyed her, but she knew that's the best she would get from her.

"I'll take that under advisement." she responded.
 
He was a little surprised to see the two of them already waiting for dinner. He did wonder how Bowsette kept herself entertained, but he didn’t ask. However he did decide on a tattoo for his willful slut.

“This is a pleasant surprise, the two of you being civil.”

He moved up behind Bowsette for a moment, laying a hand on her shoulder. He pierced her soft skin with his thumb and pointer finger. As he did, black lines began spreading over her body into a spiderweb pattern. It extended from the bottom of her collar to her toes.

“Your new tattoo my pet.”

He grinned for a moment before sitting down at his seat. The servants arrived with their food as he looked at Peach.

“Your lessons will begin tomorrow afternoon my princess.”
 
"I'm typically civil unless provoked," Bowette said, smirking. She watched him coming over to her with excitement. Her eyes gave him a good look up and down as he approached causing her to whistle. "Geeze... Coming over before dinner when I'm already hungry... makes my mouth water and want some sausage. I'm so hungry I could eat two." she winked, the art of subtlety clearly none of her concern.

"Oh man, that's fucking sweet!" Bowsette grinned and pulled up her dress to look at the tattoo running down her legs. "Thanks, boss!" Peach watched the tattoo spread and wondered why he chose a spiderweb. Maybe it was a sign of how he would be the ropes that bound her wild nature. Or perhaps she was looking too much into it. One of the children in town read her a children's book about a dragon keeping a princess locked in a tower until a brave knight came to rescue her. She doubted very much that a knight would come for her in this land, but thought her own tattoo seemed to represent that story, seeing as she was a princess being held by her dragon captor.

Peach flinched when he said "my princess." Her mind was sent back to their time in the lilies as he hovered over her like a wolf might over his most recent conquest. She could almost hear him whispering in her ear again, calling her his sweet, sweet princess as he touched and kissed her bare skin. Blushing, she took a forkful of food looking away from him, eating willingly tonight. "Thanks..." she mumbled quietly.

Bowsette noticed, and raised an eyebrow, her eyes drifting to him and searching his face for an explanation of what she was being left out of.
 
He caught her blush before she turned away from him. It was a better change from her getting angry earlier. He knew he was getting through to her slowly, but surely. He gave a smirk to Bowsette before speaking.

“And I told you to call me Master, pet”

To back up his words, he reached over towards her, a claw touching part of the spiderweb for a moment. A second later, a burst of pain spread along the entirety of the tattoo before dissipating. He did wonder if she was a pain slut, but that would be something to figure out later.

“Now, you need to have something to occupy yourself and quit pestering my servants.”
 
“Boss, King, Lord, I don’t see why you prefer Master so- FUCK!” She had been jabbering on before his claw touched her tattoo, punishing her for being disobedient. Bowsette looked a little shocked for a moment before grinning. “Sick.”

Peach had jumped when she saw Bowsette’s body flinch in pain, wondering if she was putting on a brave face, or if she actually liked the pain. She looked down at her own tattoo and wondered if hers had the capacity to cause pain-it was a scary thought.

“Pester? I don’t pester. I mean, I might tease them a bit, but they need to lighten up. What am I supposed to do? Everything here is so fucking boring and you weren’t even around to fuck me today.” She pouted as she chewed.

The princess glanced at him and then Bowsette, knowing full-well when he hadn’t been around most of the day. She wondered why he wanted Peach at all when Bowsette clearly thirsted for him.
 
He smirked a little when Bowsette responded with such zest to the pain. He pegged her for being a pain slut, something to build around. When she spoke of being bored, he had already thought that was the case. Like Peach, he would have to give her something to occupy and wear her out.

“I figured that was the case. Either you can find some kind of hobby or job, or I can find something for you...”

He gave a little smirk as he lifted a finger to cut off Bowsette before she could say what she was most likely to say.

“Fucking you all day long is not an option.”
 
“Dammit...” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Well what do you think I should do, then? Exploring the castle is stupid since there’s just musty paintings and lots of furniture.”

Peach thought for a moment, “Well, you’ve always been good at hunting. Why not join with the hunters of the village to get food for the kitchens?” Peach took another bite of her food and reached over to her wine, taking a sip. It was delicious, and certainly of good quality. She swirled the wine in the glass and breathed in the smell before taking another sip.

Bowsette rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t asking you, Peach. I was asking the master of the castle.”
 
He gave a little chuckle at the banter between the two. It brought some relief to the boredom he had been experiencing the last few years. The idea Peach had offered was a sound one, but would require some boundaries.

“That would be a good use of your time. Since it would require you to go outside the city, I would have to allow you outside the city limits. If you want to do that, you will have to return by sundown.”

He thought for a few moments before speaking again.

“You could also do training work with the soldiers in my employ, but no weapons.”
 
Bowsette grinned, “well, I am a master of hand to face combat, so I think it would be fun to knock a couple rookies down a few pegs. Heheheh.” She snickered wickedly. In truth, she was very good at weaponless combat, certainly better than Peach and much better than most. She would be a harsh teacher, be she had a way of motivating people to improve.

She was even better at fighting if she had a mace in her hand, so Peach could understand why he wanted her to remain unarmed. When they fought, Peach’s saving grace was that she was very nimble and was a pro at dodging attacks. When dodging, it would almost look like she was dancing as the Koopa Queen would rush her with tireless strength.

Peach raised her eyebrow but didn’t say anything; she just felt sorry for the recruits. They would have to get good quickly if they didn’t want to end up in the mud every day.
 
He chuckled for a moment at how eager Bowsette was at wanting to train the soldiers. It would be a better way for her to expend her energy during the day. He also knew it wasn’t something that would be feasible for everyday. It could last from an hour to all day, but he also didn’t want her to injury too many soldiers. After a few moments of thinking, he spoke up.

“Alright. I will talk to my commanders tomorrow and get you assigned as an unarmed combat trainer. However, you will keep the injuries to a minimum and no maiming. On the days you aren’t teaching, you can hunt for food when the hunters go.”

He took a moment to drink his wine, savoring the sweet taste as he watched them eat.
 
“Oh, if that’s the way you want it, then the only thing that’ll be maimed is their butts and their pride,” Bowsette smirked. “Thanks, my illustrious Master. Mwah!” She blew him a kiss and licked her lips.

They all continued to eat, Bowsette occasionally flicking peas at Peach and trying to act like she hadn’t done it. Peach would get more and more irritated, her eyebrow twitching as she tried to ignore her. One final pea and she burst out, “Stop that this instant!”

Bowsette grinned, “Stop what?”

“You know what you’re doing!”

“What am I doing?”

“You’re flicking peas at me, stop it!” Peach scowled, clearly extremely annoyed.

“I don’t know what you mean...” Bowsette had the most shit-eating grin on her face.

Peach fumed, silently going back to eating her food.
 
He didn’t say anything as he watched the two of them eat before Bowsette began flicking peas at Peach. He shook his head for a moment, having pegged them as night and day already. It wasn’t hard to tell they had history and he doubted that would change. It would probably stay this way till he figured the best way to control them.

Since Bowsette seemed to be a pain slut, punishing her would be a challenge. Peach, her sheltered nature would be no problem in punishment for now. Expending Bowsette’s energy would be the best call. After finishing his drink, he walked over to Bowsette, laying a hand over hers.

“Our food is not a play toy.”

He smirked for a moment as he released a small electric shock along the tattoo for a few seconds.
 
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