Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

"Mm..my slut..."

He growled louder as he continued to drive hard and fast into his pet. He was loving the way she felt around him, grasping his shafts within her. He did slow for a few moments to adjust his footing, but that was it. He soon was at the same speed as before, the sounds of their bodies slapping in the air. He soon picked his speed up faster and harder into her, his growling louder as his large sac slapped into her as well from the force.
 
"Oh yes... fuck me hard like a little fucktoy!" she cried, gripping the railing tightly and enjoying the feeling of his twin shafts penetrating her with gusto. The koopa woman looked up at the sky, that being her only option with his fist tightly holding a fistful of her hair. She intentionally squeezed him with both holes, having noticed that he had previously really liked it. He was fucking her so hard that his sack actual swung up and slapped her lower abdomen as well as her clit.

"You're the best... Oh god, you fuck me so good!" she screamed lustfully as he picked up the pace even further. Bowsette was on a short string tonight, having been lusting after this moment all evening. Her eyelids fluttered and her tongue lolled out as she felt the orgasm creep up on her. Before she knew it, she was gasping and screaming in ecstasy, her holes twitching and shuddering around him as her body jerked and shivered. Bowsette splashed onto his cocks, causing them to drip with her nectar.
 
He growled louder as he shivered with pleasure. His own climax was fast approaching, but he wasn't quite there when her was triggered. He could feel how tightly she was squeezing as she climaxed, coating him with her cum. He responded by driving and hard and faster into her as he could. His grip tightened around her hair as his claws dug into her hip now.

It wasn't long before he did hit his climax. He slammed into her, lifting her up on her tiptoes as he roared his pleasure. His twin cocks erupted with their hot blasts, filling her with his hot seed. Her stomach bulged. Outward with the effort as he kept her in the air for a few moments longer before he relaxed. He lowered her to the ground as he let her hair go, panting softly.
 
When he didn't stop fucking her, it just sent her on an express trip back to the precipice of climax. Bowsette's tongue dripped with saliva as she lewdly panted and wailed from the force of his pumping cocks and the feeling of his rough hands. It felt like he was strong and powerful, dominating her and showing her how powerful he could be. It was like alcohol to her and went straight to her brain to intoxicate her.

As Bowsette felt him ram into her for the final thrust, she came with him, a tear coming from one of her eyes from how powerful her own orgasm was. The feeling of his hot cream making her stomach swell was a feeling that she had come to need in her life. She couldn't imagine what life would be like back in her own wold. All she knew was that the mushroom kingdom and all of that world was dead to her now, and she would never go back for as long as she was with him.

She crumpled slowly to the ground when he let her go, panting with her eyes closed. Bowsette had a drunkenly happy look on her face, as though she had left the tavern having won a large sum in a game of cards. "Fucking fantastic..."
 
He gave a little chuckle as he watched Bowsette slumped to the floor of the balcony. He could tell she really enjoyed getting fucked by him, but he also tired her out quickly. He had always understood that it was the males of the lesser races that got tired first, with the females wanting more. That was enough to make him think that he was just able to tire his pets out quicker than himself. He knew Peach had been a virgin when he took her, so he figured she hadn't built up the endurance yet.

He reached down and petted Bowsette on the head for a moment.

"Get some rest for tomorrow pet."

He lifted back up as he smiled down at her, leaving her to take care of herself. Stepping back into the room, he looked around for Peach. He hmmed for a moment not seeing her yet. It took him a couple of minutes to find her relaxing in the bathtub, taking a seat on the edge as he just watched her.
 
Bowsette grinned and nodded, yawning happily as he pet her head. Her eyes watched his ass as he left, enjoying the view.

Peach was indeed sitting in the hot, green lavender water. She noticed him come in and sit on the edge of the tub, but she hardly acknowledged him. Her head nodded at him absentmindedly as she seemed lost in thought, an anxious look on her face.

The pain of taking off the ring was on her mind, having taken it off several times to test her theory that it was indeed the ring being the culprit of her pained reaction. What she had found was that if she took it off bet still held it in her hand, she was fine. As soon as she released the ring onto the edge of the tub, though, the pain and dizziness would return. It almost felt like her mind was fighting with itself.

The obvious answer to all of this was to simply keep the ring on, but it still bothered her to think that she might have some kind of underlying issue.

“I’ll be out soon. “ she murmured, assuming he was there to collect her for their bedtime. Shaking her head, her eyes actually focused on him, brought back from the depths of her own thoughts.
 
He hadn't seen her playing with her ring, but he did believe she might get an inkling of something being different. To others, he was sure they would think that would be a problem, but he was a step ahead in taking care of it. He wasn't like the simpler mages, who often failed to think of more than one solution to problems.

"Take your time princess. I don't know how long it will take us to take care of the problem with the mines, perhaps a day or up to a week. Or even longer before you could see a bathe."

He reached into the water with one hand, dipping it in up to his wrist. He could feel the more subtle feeling of the lavender additive and chuckled.

"A wise choice. I am sure it will feel wonderful afterwards."

He figured she wouldn't like hearing of not being able to bathe, since she was the more pampered of the two. However, he did know of a common spell to get them clean anytime, it was something every beginning mage knew. He knew he should compare notes with her sometime to see just how different their worlds were.
 
Peach listened as he talked, her brows furrowing as she heard of the lack of bathing opportunities. Even on trips back to her castle, she had always been able to bathe at least once every few days. Being dirty and smelly was something she wasn’t fond of, especially since it just made one feel disgusting.

She sat up, her breasts emerging from the water as a couple drops of green-tinged water dropped from her nipples. “Surely there will be rivers to rinse off in? Or hot springs?” Her eyes widened, “no, it’s in a mine. There aren’t any sources or running water, typically.” The princess looked down at her bath and appreciated it that much more.

The princess sunk down into it, her mouth under the surface, blowing little bubbles in the water as she thought of this being her last bath in a while. She didn’t bristle at his hand in the water, thinking that he merely wanted to feel it’s hot embrace.
 
He gave chuckle at her deflated answer to her own question about getting a bathe while they were gone. He hmmed for a moment before smiling.

"Don't be so down. We don't know what's on the other side of this portal. Perhaps there is some sort of body of water that you will be able to take a bathe in. Keep your chin up."

He smiled for a moment, soaking his hand for a few moments longer before standing up. He looked around for a moment before heading back out to the balcony to watch the night sky for a little while.
 
As per his suggestion, she didn’t rush the bath. Peach took extra care to gently wash every inch of her body, soaking her hair and making sure that it too was clean and perfumed with the gentle scent of lavender. The bath soothed her body, but she still felt a bit tense from her earlier revelation about her ring. When she was done in the bath, she stood up and wrapped a towel around herself, using one to wrap around her hair as well.

It wasn’t long before she was dry enough to dawn her nightie and panties. It was strange- no matter how much she wore those clothes, they always seemed fresh and new. Perhaps it was the magic nature of the clothes in general.

Her skin was slightly pink from the heat of the bath, her hair still wrapped up as she exited the bathroom and looked over to find him looking over the balcony. She stopped, wondering whether being in Prodix’s domain gave him nostalgia regarding his own rise to power. Peach looked over to the bed, seeing Bowsette planted face-down on the left side of it. It was such a large bed, she imagined all of Prodix’s pets could sleep in it.

The princess approached and stood at the very entrance of the balcony. “Goodnight, Ragnar.” She said softly.
 
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Hearing her voice, he turned and smiled to Peach.

"Goodnight princess. Sleep well."

He watched her till she crawled into bed before looking back out over the city. It was a little bit longer before he moved to lay down in bed as well, laying between the two. He watched the two of them sleep for a little bit before an idea came to him about Peach. He reached down and picked up the hand she wore her finger on and laid it against her tattoo gently. Weaving a spell, he transferred the spell on her ring to the tattoo itself. In this way, he was certain that it would be more permanent on her and that it he wouldn't have to worry about the ring coming off in some way.

After taking care of the ring, he tapped her tattoo lightly with a claw. This activated a little spell of pleasure to carry through her dreams until just before she was to wake up. Satisfied, he kissed both of them on the forehead before laying down and going to sleep himself.
 
Peach was none the wiser to his magic, sleeping deeply alongside him in the luxurious bed. Her dreams were of an erotic nature, mostly of Ragnor and Bowsette, but also including Prodix at certain times. When she was dreaming, she could swear that she felt aroused, brought just to the edge of orgasm before fading into another dream. She was still deep asleep the next morning when Bowsette woke up.

The woman got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, brushing her hair and getting ready for what the day might bring. There was a soft knock on the door and she went to answer it, her nightie swaying a bit. A servant was there and she bowed, glancing behind Bowsette to see Ragnor and Peach still in the bed.

"Can I help you?" Bowsette's eyes traveled all the way up and down the servant's body, a smirk on her lips.

The servant nodded, "Yes. Lord Prodix wants me to advise Lord Ragnar and his ladies that breakfast will be served within the hour."

"Mhm. Sure, I'll let him know." She paused for a moment, seeing that the servant was about to turn away. Bowsette smiled to herself for a second. "Hey, actually. Could you do me a favor? We will be journeying soon and may be spending some time in caves. I get quite nervous in caves and may have trouble sleeping. Could you fetch me something that might help me sleep? Perhaps something strong? I would ask him to simply cast a spell on me but, I really don't want to trouble my most gracious master." She made a convincing show of looking concerned and the servant believed her.

"Oh yes, I will have that delivered to you later this morning." The servant bowed once again before leaving. Bowsette's eyes watched her leave, narrowing and wondering if it would be delivered to her at an opportune time without prying eyes. She closed the door softly and slipped back into the bed, cuddling up to Ragnor and watching him sleep.
 
Ragnor's dreams were of a darker nature as he slept. He had several where the three of them were battling foes, which all ended in a bloodbath as they won. This was quickly followed by a orgy of sex between the three of them before moving along.

When Bowsette cuddled up next to him, he didn't wake yet, but one arm did drape over her. He continued to sleep for a little longer before waking up a little while after. He yawned as he looked over at Bowsette and chuckled.

"Well, good morning. I hope you slept well."

He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers in a deep, forceful kiss for a few moments before releasing it. He slowly sat up in bed, giving Peach a nice firm smack to her ass to wake her up.
 
“Mm, very well.” She closed her eyes as his lips met hers, loving how he took what he wanted because he had the power and confidence to do so. The way his tongue forced itself into her mouth made her want to wake up next to him every morning.

“Oh!” Peach yelped in surprise as her ass was smacked. She looked around in alarmed confusion before giving Ragnar a reproachful look. “You can wake me up in kinder ways you know.” The princess grumbled, sitting up a bit and yawning as she stretched her arms upward.

“What’s a butt-slap among friends, though? Am I right?” Now setter grinned widely, enjoying seeing Peach ruffled. It was always a good morning if Peach was even vaguely annoyed. She looked back at Ragnor and reached out, gently rubbing her hand up and down his arm. “Oh hey, there was a servant who came about twenty minutes ago who said that breakfast would be served within an hour. I’m sure he wants to stuff our bellies before sending us off to the portal.”
 
He gave a little chuckle at Peach's little reaction to the way he woke her up. He reached over with his free hand and petted her blonde locks gently for a moment.

"Then I shall remember that for next time."

He looked over at Bowsette for a moment at the mention of food.

"Well, he can't expect us to go off fighting without some sort of nourishment. Alright, you two get ready and we'll go down to breakfast."

He moved from the bed himself, taking a few moments to stretch. He did glance at the two for a moment, thinking of how to deal with their outfits. The silk wasn't exactly going to be protection for them, so he was going to have to have Prodix open his armory to them.
 
Despite her rude awakening, she liked the way his hand felt as he pet her hair gently. Peach nodded, “good.” she said simply. Bowsette rolled her eyes at Peach’s pouty answer.

“Sure thing, hot-rods,” was the answer he received from his koopa lady as she hopped off of the bed. She went into the bathroom and took her sweet time, knowing that Peach likely had to use the restroom. The idea of Peach impatiently squirming was one she thoroughly enjoyed.

For a while, the princess simply sat in the bed and squirmed; at some point she got up and walked over to the bathroom door with irritation. Peach tapped her foot and frowned outside the ltastefully decorated door as she waited. “Bowsette! I know you’re done in there, so come out already!”

There was a mock gasp from inside, “You can’t rush a lady!”

Peach was in a no-nonsense mood, so she held her hand out to the door and glowed blue, just before there was a shocked yip and a splash. Bowsette unlocked the bathroom door and glared at Peach, her hair dripping with water. The princess pushed past her and slammed the door, shoving Bowsette forward.

“Such a spoilsport...” she grumbled.
 
He wondered if he would ever get tired of watching the way his two pets fought each other, almost like a pair of siblings. This was probably the closet they had to be with each other without trying to tear each other part. He was sure that would come sometime, but he would make sure that was going to be a long time.

He laughed for a moment as he watched the two of them fighting over the bathroom. When Bowsette was forced out of the bathroom, he just shook his head for a moment. He wasn't going to step in just yet, letting the two of them work things out.

He waited next to the door for them to get ready. Once they were both ready, he transformed their outfits back to the dresses they wore the day before. Outside the room, a servant was waiting to take them down to breakfast.
 
Princess Peach didn’t take too long to get ready, exiting within ten minutes with her golden hair glossy and her teeth brushed. The two girls stood still as their dresses took shape before they followed the servant girl with Ragnor. Peach could have dried Bowsette’s hair, but chose not to out of spite. She was tired of Bowsette messing with her and wanted her to be a bit damp and uncomfortable for a while.

Bowsette crossed her arms as she walked, fully aware that Peach could do so, and being grumpy that she didn’t offer. She really wanted to let some steam off toward Peach, but didn’t want to anger Ragnar. Maybe she would put a big wiggly bug in Peach’s blanket tonight. In any case, the servant leading them was not the one she had spoken to, which she was grateful for; she wanted to keep her sleeping draught to herself.

They soon reached the breakfast banquet and saw Prodix at the head of the table, surrounded by his pets as they entertained him while he waited for his guests.
 
He only chuckled a little at the little spat the two were having, not saying a word. They weren't bothering anyone except each other, so that was fine with him. If things did escalate, then he would step in. However, it seemed he didn't need to.

The two youngest pets of Prodix were on either side of him, feeding him breakfast. The other three were out t in front of the tables, showing off their acrobatic skills for their entertainment. A few other guests were scattered around the dining room, eating and talking among themselves.

Ragnor took a seat next to Prodix, while motioning for his own pets to sit nearer to him. Their plates were soon filled with food, hearty enough to keep them going for awhile. The two dragons soon began discussing plans for the little excursion that Ragnor was undertaking.

The armory was going to be opened to the three of them so they could get armed. Food would be packed for them to take with them, mostly just travel rations to last a week. Ragnor was doubtful it would take that long, but he didn't protest. They would also split whatever treasure Ragnor foundt, which would serve as payment. SOmething like this wasn't the usual for a king to do, but it had been so long since Ragnor had done anything fun besides wandering the streets and sitting around.
 
Princess Peach and Bowsette took a seat next to Ragnar, Bowsette sitting on the outside on the off-chance that the servant came by. She wanted to remain inconspicuous, even if it meant that Peach got to sit next to him this morning. After all, she knew that Peach didn't have a chance when it came to pleasing him the way she could, so she was willing to let her have this meal.

Peach slowly ate her food, her face unreadable to those who didn't know her very well. To Ragnor and Bowsette, it was obvious she was stewing. The grumpy princess took a sip of her coffee and sighed with satisfaction; it was delicious and just needed a bit of cream. She added some and took another sip, enjoying the heat and taste despite her surliness. As a princess, she was good at keeping her less-than-sunny disposition under wraps in public.
 
Ragnor gave a little smirk at how Peach was doing, though happy she was keeping herself contained. He thought that he would just let her vent later, as that was probably what she needed. He did reached down under the table and patted her closet thigh gently before squeezing lightly.

Once Prodix was finished, he excused himself by saying that he would make sure everything would be ready for them once they were done. The younger king soon left the dining area, trailed after by his little harem. Ragnor looked over at his girls and smiled.

"Just tell me when you are ready and we'll start off. I'm sure the sooner you are able to stretch your wings, so to speak, the better you will be."
 
His princess glanced up at him when she felt his hand on her thigh, but she didn't say anything. She simply continued to eat her food as his warm hand rested on her leg. Her eyes watched Prodix's harem trailing after him as he took off. Peach wondered to herself whether he required that they do so, or whether they did that by choice.

Leaning forward to see him around Peach's body, Bowsette smirked. "For you, I'm always ready to go, Master." Bowsette licked her lips and winked. She may not have been as refined as Peach was, but when it came to flirting, she obviously had the upper hand.

Putting down her fork, Peach also nodded. "Yes. I think I'm quite ready to be off, myself. It was unfortunate that this would be their last meal in a dining room for a while, but it would be worth it if the portal led back to the mushroom kingdom. Maybe the adventurers didn't come back due to the hospitality of her people. Or maybe the portal had secrets that would help her recreate her own portal back home. She would have to be careful in her inspection, though. Ragnor was an intelligent being and she knew that the same possibilities had run through his own mind.
 
He gave a little chuckle at Bowsette's flirting, just smiling back at her. Once they had stood up, he took the lead toward the armory. Prodix wasn't there, but a couple of servants were already. One was holding a large backpack that was filled with the basic of camping for them. It had an portable hole within it, so they weren't able to tell exactly what they had to use.

"Hold it till we are ready."

The servant nodded as she waited there. The second servant opened the large wooden door into a well-stocked armory. Rows of various weapons lined the walls while several suits of armor were arranged on manniquns in rows around the room. It was mostly the standard leather, studded leather, chainmail, and heavy iron suits. Prodix had mentioned that he had a small collection of magical items, but they were not in this room.

"Feel free to take your pick ladies."
 
Bowsette looked around and grinned, walking in and exploring like a kid in a candy shop. She paused by the maces and looked them over, grabbing a couple and taking them for a test by swinging them. It was obvious that she had no trouble wielding a heavy mace, her movements strong and deliberate. She very much liked the impact that the larger weapons had.

Princess Peach slowly walked over to the knives and looked at them, dissatisfied with what she saw. Upon further wandering, she stumbled across a an umbrella in the sword section and looked at it curiously. Upon further inspection, she found that the handle was actually that of a sword and that if a button was pressed, it would unsheathe the sword from the umbrella to be used in combat. It reminded her of her own parasol she would use back in her castle.

She smiled, taking it with her and drifting over to the armor. Both herself and Bowsette were now looking over what they would be wearing on the expedition. Peach frowned; the female armor was either very heavy and bulky, or skimpy and sexy. There didn't seem to be anything that was practical, but still covered her well.

There was a black set on a manikin that Bowsette went for, eyes wide with delight. "Can I get this one?!" She looked at Ragnor hopefully, her hand reaching out to run her fingers along the fabric.

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He stood and smiled as he watched the two go about choosing their equipment. He did think about grabbing a weapon or two himself, but he normally didn't rely on such mundane things. He typical didn't wear this type of armor either, liking the magical kind more.

"Yes, I think that will suit you quite nicely. Go ahead and try it on."

He was a little concerned when Peach didn't like what armor there was, but she had chosen her preferred weapon. He hmmed for a moment as her clothing wouldn't give her much protection. He finally went over to a plain chainmail armor and traced the same symbol into it as he had done with their clothing.

"This won't be enough, but go ahead and put this chainmail shirt on my princess. That dress will not be enough to protect you."

He waited till she had tried it on before morphed it into a proper suit of armor to match her.
 
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