Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

Bowsette greedily took the armor off the manikin and stripped right there, putting it on and taking some time to walk around the large room to make sure that it felt right and had a good range of movement.

When he suggested the large, plain chainmail shirt, Peach looked at him with a reluctant look. However, they weren't completely alone in that room so she took the chainmail and went to one of the small dressing rooms that was basically just a side alcove with a curtain. Once it was on, she sighed- it was as uncomfortable and bulky as she thought it would be, and made her look like she was wearing a chainmail nightgown.

Peach stepped out of the dressing room and had a her look of dissatisfaction back on her face before she noticed that her armor was now rapidly changing before her eyes. She looked down at it, not able to see the full extent of the changes until she quickly walked over to a mirror and examined the changes he had made.

She noticed that it had deep cleavage and showed a lot of leg, hypothetically giving him easy access to her if he wanted to indulge himself in more pleasurable activities. However, she couldn't deny that it was beautiful armor and that it did feel like it would allow her to move as freely as she liked.

Her eyes looked toward Ragnor and she nodded. "This will do," was all she said, bringing the purple umbrella with her as she went to stand beside him and wait for Bowsette to finish her rounds.

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"Yes, I think it will as well."

As they waited on Bowsette to finish picking out her weapon, he placed his arm around Peach's shoulders. His claws went to her neck, grazing gently over her skin along her throat. At the same time, he decided to check out just how well he could access his princess when he so desired.

His tail wrapped up along her bared leg from her knee to her crotch. His tip rested against her covered pussy, wiggling back and forth teasing over it. After a few moments of teasing her, his tip pushed slowly and gently into her as the panties parted for him. He didn't enter her all the way, but merely rested within her silken passage against the opening to her womb.
 
The princess glanced at him again when she felt his arm find its way around her shoulder, the touch of his claws upon her throat sending little tingles down her body. The chain from her collar dangled into her cleavage, swaying slightly from his movements. As much as she wanted to deny it, her body had associated his touch with sex and therefore started reacting even before she realized it.

An embarrassed Peach squirmed as she felt his tail snake up and start teasing her between her legs. She was already a bit wet from the erotic dreams he had given her, so his tail slipped into her easily when he decided to explore further.

She looked around, noticing a couple servants milling about as well as one that was waiting on them specifically. Her cheeks burned and she turned to him, going onto her tip-toes and still not being tall enough to reach his ear. Her feet glowed blue as her magic levitated her slightly to make up the difference. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “please not here, Ragnor. Not in front of them. Please, I’ll do whatever you want later today if you just wait.” Her voice was pleading, desperately trying to get out of being fucked in the middle of the armory. Normally she disliked the idea of conceding to him, but she hated the idea of being ravished in public even more.
 
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He had figured she would probably do some sort of protest about his actions, but her pleading was something new. He didn't say anything for a couple of moments, letting her hang in the air beside him. He did continue to tease her some, letting his tail thrust in and out of her a couple of times before acknowledging what she asked.

"Silly princess. I wasn't planning on doing anything more than this. Everything is fine."

He smirked to her for a moment before sliding his tail out of her wet passage and unwinding from around her thigh. His tail moved to lay against the floor behind him, smearing the floor a little with her juices.

"Are you finished something out Bowsette? We still have a few magic items to pick out. These weapons and armor won't be enough most likely."
 
Peach bit her lip, trying not to make any noise as he thrusted his tail simply because he could. She almost made a little whimper, but was able to hold back. Those few moments of silence as he thought to himself felt like ages, the princess not having high hopes for him acquiescing to her request.

When he finally did reply, and favorably so, she met his smirk with a surprised look. She had a hard time believing that he had only planned on using his tail for a few thrusts, but figured he may have wanted to make it seem like he wasn’t granting her request, he was doing it because it was his intention in the first place. Whatever the case was, she was grateful that she had been spared the public humiliation, and even more grateful that he hadn’t seemed to acknowledge her desperate offer. She wouldn’t remind him if he was content to let it go. If there was one thing Peach was, it was good for her word if she made a promise.

Peach did cringe at the wet slap of his tail, lighting down on the ground and standing with her legs together.

Bowsette bounded over and brandished her black mace. It was a metallic black with sharp spikes, and it looked like it would really mess someone up if she were to make contact with it. “Do you like it?” She asked, posing in her new armor and the mace in a sexy pose. The woman carefully licked the mace, her tongue weaving in between the spikes.
 
He gave a little laugh at Bowsette's posing for him, finding it amusing when she started licking the mace. That was something he had never seen another warrior do, personally, but had heard stories about. He did enjoy it, but kept control of himself. When Peach floated down to the floor, he moved his hand from around her neck down to the small of her back.

"Oh very nice. Everything about it screams you.I am sure our enemies will run in fear when they see you."

He chuckled for a moment before the servant looked to them as she bowed for a moment. He motioned for the servant with the backpack over, taking it from her. He held it towards Bowsette for a moment.

"You can carry this. It shouldn't hinder you too much. And don't complain because Peach will have her own duties."

He did give the princess a light slap on the ass before having the servant led them to the magical trove where all of the magicial items were held, including spellbooks.
 
“You bet your ass they will. They better, or they’ll end up with a mace in their face.” She grinned, resting the mace over her shoulder as she basked in his praise. His eyes had watched her carefully when she did her little show, and she knew he liked what he saw.

His koopa pet watched as the backpack was brought over, not anticipating that she would be the one to have to carry it. Bowsette frowned and opened her mouth just as he told her not to complain. It closed, the woman having an almost bewildered look as he anticipated her whining. With a glare at Peach, she took the bag and slung it over her shoulders. It indeed wasn’t too much for her, but it was the principle of having to do it when Peach didn’t that bugged her. Hopfully Peach would have to pull her own weight as he had suggested.

The slap to the ass elicited a surprised yelp from Peach, her look turning a bit reproachful before she caught Bowsette’s glare. She wondered what her own duties would be, or whether he simply meant that she would be attending to his more primal needs.

As they entered the trove, Peach looked around in awe, forgetting most else as her eyes feasted on the items and books in the room. It seemed like a room full of vast potential, and she wished she had more time to study some of the books.
 
Ragnar could see the sparkle in Peach's eyes when she looked at the spell books. He thought for a moment before moving to them. He traced a few strokes over their tattoos, endowing them with the ability to read and write the language of the world. They would feel a rush of adrenaline for a moment before it went away.
"Now you both can understand this world's language. You should be able to use those spell books."
He left them to their own devices as Prodix came in. The younger dragon took his time, explaining what each item did. Ragnar picked up a large war hammer that was enchanted with fire and vorpal, the large head swirling and shimmering with red, yellow, and white colors. He picked up three necklaces with intricately craved cross amulet with a white diamond in the center, handing one to each of his pets. Prodix smiled for a moment.

"A wise choice. The Parcipet of Health will protect you from all diseases and breathe properly no matter where you are."
 
Bowsette's mouth hung open as he told them what he had done. "All this time, I could have skipped out on that boring old guy..? Dang it." She lamented over the boring hours wasted, but part of her was secretly very pleased. Now she wouldn't have to study anymore to be on par with Peach as far as reading and spells went.

Peach looked at him a bit differently. There was gratitude and warmth in her gaze, her blue eyes appraising him more fondly than she had previously done. In the heat of the adrenaline and excitement, she hugged him tightly, her small arms wrapping around his torso and squeezing him before she let him go and hurried away to the books. Her shapely ass perfectly framed by the armor he had chosen.

She didn't much care that he had refrained from doing this until now. After all, she had been fascinated by their language and had fun studying it. He hadn't kept them from knowledge, rather he hadn't allowed them to take the easy route without having made an effort on their own.

Eventually, Peach carried a large stack of books over to the table, her own magic keeping them from toppling over on top of her as she set them down. Bowsette had one or two books, but she didn't seem super interested in them. When Ragnor came around with the necklaces on, they both put them on.

Bowsette grinned, "does this mean I can suck dick underwater without drowning?"

Princess Peach looked at her, aghast and a bit disgusted. Although, that was certainly an interesting way to have taken the large scope of things that the necklaces could do for them.
 
Ragnar just chuckled for a moment at Bowsette's observation of how the necklaces could be used. It wasn't what he had planned on using them for, but it was something he was sure they would probably explore soon enough. He did notice how many books that Peach had taken, looking around the treasure room for a moment.

He moved to the wall, picking up a shimmering belt that was only enchanted to look pretty. Next he picked up two brown bags from the nearby shelf, glancing towards Prodix for a moment moment questioningly. The younger dragon just smiled and nodded before Ragnar turned to Peach.

"This belt will help you wear these two bags of holding. You will be in charge of all the treasure that we come across, so be extra careful with these. They will open large enough to be able to stuff a dragon in while still closing down to it's original state. Each bag can hold enough treasure and items that would filled this room. We'll use one to store our things as well, just think of what you want to pull out and it comes out easily enough. Just don't put any other type of enchanted container into them, or very bad things will happen."
 
Peach accepted the belt, fastening it around her hips before attaching the bags on either side of it. She didn't mind being given this task, especially since she liked the idea of having the endless bags accessible to herself. Her mind mulled over his insinuation that it could hypothetically fit dragon-sized objects. The princess wondered for a moment what would happen if she was somehow able to trap him inside. Would his own magic be powerful enough to break free of the bag?

"What happens if something alive goes into the bag?" she asked curiously, not just for the sake of feeling out whether it might be a viable option in the future. The woman was truly curious what would happen if she or Bowsette ended up in the bags at any point. It was doubtful that either of them would ever try, but could they supposedly survive in there?

"And... what happens if an enchanted container goes in?" Peach looked up at him, her eyes searching his face.
 
He gave a little chuckle at Peach's questions, having expected them from her.He reached out and patted her head gently.

"There's about enough air in the pocket dimension for a person to survive for two days before running out. Food, well that depends on if there is any there to eat. As far as putting one dimensional container of holding inside the other, well...As I said, it wouldn't be pretty. If we did that here, then this entire city would be gone within an instant and a large tear between the dimensions would be left....or so the theory goes."

He glanced towards the nearby shelf, picking up a small black bracelet. He looked it over for a moment, not sure what it would do. Prodix just smiled as he watched them without a word. Curious, Ragnar put the bracelet on. After a moment, a pair of shadowy tendrils emerged from the surface before each one went to one of his girls. The tendrils attached themselves to their collars like leashes. However, they didn't seem to have any weight or pull to them at the moment as they just seem to hang in the air. For the time being, the ladies could move freely without any restrictions from him.
 
Peach resisted the urge to frown at his almost patronizing pat on her head. It annoyed her that he still treated her like just another woman when she was in fact a princess, deserving of at least being treated like an equal rather than a pet. The only thing that kept her from swatting his hand was the fact that they were in public and Prodix was so close.

The princess nodded at him, swallowing her pride to avoid causing problems. Besides, he had just given her a big gift in letting her instantly learn the language, so at least a bit of gratitude was in order. It was interesting that there was a limited supply of air in there. Two days seemed to be the maximum amount of time one would want to be trapped inside. Would the dragon run out of air, or would he create his own with magic? That was certainly not a question she would ask out loud, nor would she want to actually harm him like that.

Bowsette watched the inky tendril attach itself and she grinned, twirling to see if it wrapped around her neck. It did not, seemingly keeping a grip while letting the collar twirl underneath it. Princess Peach tried to grab the tendril, but it was almost like smoke or water, her hand passing through it every time she tried to close her fingers upon it. Using magic, her hand glowed blue and she tried to grip it again with no changes to its illusive nature.
 
He gave a little chuckle at the different reactions to the shadow leashes. He knew that Peach wasn't fond of them, but Bowsette seemed to enjoy it immensely. Testing it out, the tendrils did as he wanted. Despite being completely intangible, he tugged both of them closer to him. He slid one arm around Bowsette, pulling her against his side. He reached around Peach with his other arm, his hand resting on the small of her back as he pressed her soft body against his. He turned his head to Bowsette, kissing her deeply for a few moments before breaking the kiss. He then gave Peach a soft, lingering kiss for a moment before speaking.

"I know you might not like this princess, but think of this for your own protection. This is a life line of sorts between us since we will be in a new, strange world and this will keep us from being completely separated. It will also help me find you in case that does happen."

He didn't to ease her discomfort a bit by making the tendrils go invisible to the naked eye. He gave her one more kiss and then one to Bowsette before letting them go to do as they liked for a little longer.
 
Bowsette returned his kiss with enthusiasm, liking the way the leash had pulled on her. Like the collar, it was a symbol of his affection, his desire. It showed others that he couldn’t bear for his pets to be lost to him, their importance too great. Besides, she liked the way it made her collar squeeze her a bit.

Peach pouted a bit, frowning as he pulled her close. She didn’t like the thought that he now literally held her leash. The physical leash he used earlier could at least be taken off by herself if necessary; this enchanted one was inescapable.

She didn’t resist his kiss but didn’t return it, merely letting him press his warm lips to hers, the saliva from his previous kiss making her own lips a bit moist. Princess Peach didn’t think she needed his protection, being fully able to handle herself as long as her magic didn’t run out. To her, it just seemed like a sneaky excuse to keep her bound to him, always one pull away from being brought back into his arms.

The skin near her tattoo tingled, and she could feel her brain go a bit foggy again, her eyes losing a bit of their sharpness as she tried to recover her train of thought. She sighed, giving up and accepting another quick kiss before wandering away, a hand on her head as though she were a bit disoriented.

Bowsette was often pretty oblivious, but she noticed the change in Peach and cocked her head in curiosity as Ragnor gave her own lips a kiss. She wanted to know what was going on with Peach, but upon further thought, she simply chalked her behavior up to being tired and grumpy.
 
Ragnar noticed the slight change in Peach as well, but he didn't make any sign about it. He smiled before releasing both of them from his grasp.

"If you two think you have everything you'll need, go ahead and wait for me."

Prodix smiled and shifted away from the ivory column that he had been leaning against.

"I already have a carriage ready and waiting for you to go. Just tell the driver when you are ready. If you don't mind, I would like to talk to you privately M'lord Ragnar."

Ragnar nodded and waited for his two pets to leave, watching them head out for the carriage. He turned back to the younger dragon, who held out a large silver ring with a black diamond set in it.

"This will open a door to another plane with a residence of your choosing. There will be enough food for two weeks, water, and other luxuries. I figured you might like it better than camping."

Ragnar chuckled as he took the ring and pocketed it for the time being.

"Thank you for that. Was there anything else?"

Prodix nodded for a moment.

"I did have a couple of scouts enter the portal and told me about a whole new world there. They couldn't say much, other than it was more nightmarish than they had ever encountered. I probably should have made them stay longer than half a day, but I didn't want anything to come through as I mentioned earlier. I placed a barriar around the portal, the magic words of 'Itvangter vas Porren' will open it. And good luck m'lord."

Ragnar smirked for a moment a moment.

"I doubt we will need luck to figure out what is going on over there. We should be back soon."

Ragnar gave a nod before turning and headed out to the carriage as well.
 
The both of them exited the room, Peach with her pouches and Bowsette with her bag. Since Bowsette had a poor sense of direction, Peach was leading the way through the castle. After about five minutes, Bowsette spied the servant to which she had made her request; she was on the far end of the hall, coming toward them.

She glanced at the servant and then back at Peach, making a big show of groaning and rubbing her stomach. "Oh... I had so much fucking food this morning. I think it's time for me to take a nice, big-"

The princess waved her hand and wrinkled her nose, "Ew! Stop right there. If you need to go, then go. You don't have to be disgusting about it." Peach continued walking a few paces before she shook her head and muttered, "why do you have to be so crude?!"

"Yeah, well at least I'm not a Daddy's girl!" Bowsette jabbed.

Peach's head whipped around, fixing Bowsette with an expression of shock. The word had conjured up memories of lustful growls and tender caresses, of the smell of flowers in the garden.

“Daddy...call me Daddy... princess..” She remembered the smooth tone of his voice as he gently parted her thighs as she lay nude on her back, his large cock claiming her for his own.

“My princess...You are Daddy’s princess.” A tingle went down her spine as she could almost feel the way his hot breath had felt against her ear. Her cheeks turned beat red and her nipples became a bit erect in spite of herself. Noticing this, she crossed her arms and sputtered, "I-I am NOT a-a Daddy's girl!" With that, she stomped away, never the wiser to Bowsette's true intentions.

"Like a fiddle..." Bowsette mused, turning just as the servant came over to her. The servant gave her a confused look for a moment before shaking her head and handing her a small pouch.

"Here is the sleeping aid you asked for. I pray that it gives you sound dreams and that your travels go without hardship." The servant then smiled, nodded, and left, Bowsette calling out a "thanks" after her before walking after Peach. It didn't take her long to catch up, and they both waited by the carriage, a big frown on Peach's face while Bowsette grinned like a Cheshire cat.
 
He noticed the servant walking away as he approached the ladies and the carriage, but he hadn't noticed the exchange between Bowsette and the servant. Passing it off as helping with last minute preparations, he continued to the carriage. He smiled seeing his pets already waiting for him.

"Good, you are here. The driver should know the way, so we don't have to worry about getting lost."

He kissed the top of both of their heads for a moment before climbing into the carriage. Once they were all settled in, he rapped on the wall behind the driver. There was a 'he-ya' and crack of the whip before the carriage started moving. They were soon out of the city and following along a cobble-stone road along the foot of the mountains. It was a short ride as they soon pulled into a large mining camp.

This camp served as a base camp for a handful of the mines in the area, so it was quite busy. Men, women, dwarves, humans, elves, and a few goblin moved around about their busy as they barely noticed the carriage as the door was opened by the driver for them.
 
Peach pouted the entire way there, still a bit irritated with Bowsette, her cheeks burning red as she did so. Every now and then she would shift her position impatiently, wanting to be there as soon as possible so that they could focus on something else.

Bowsette continued to be in high spirits. She had the tonic, had pissed Peach off, and got to spend more time with Ragnar, which made her exceedingly pleased.

As they arrived, Peach stepped out first, looking about in wonder at the hubbub of activity going on around her. It didn't appeal to her to have to sleep in a cave with no access to a decent bath, but at the very least she would be exploring and would hopefully run into something interesting. Maybe they would even find the portal back home. With every minute, her hopes grew for finding a way home- it almost felt like the final leg of her journey.
 
Ragnar had noticed Peach's shifting throughout the carriage ride, as well as her red cheeks. The armor didn't allow him to see her erect nipples, but he could certainly smell her hint of arousal. He wasn't sure what brought this on, but he didn't mind it at all.

He waited for the two of them to get out before following after himself. He did decide to tease Peach a little before going to seek out the foreman in charge of the mines. He stopped by Peach for a moment, leaning closer and whispering in her ear so that Bowsette didn't hear.

"Be good and wait here for Daddy, my princess."

He straightened up once more, leaving them there to wait on him as he walked off. The two did get more than a few looks as they waited for him to return, plus a few catcalls. However, they didn't have long to wait as Ragnar soon returned with a black haired and black bearded dwarf at his side. The dwarf gave a little 'humph' at seeing the two of them before motioning to follow him as he continued towards one of the multiple mine openings.
 
His hot breath warmed her ear as he whispered those teasing words, sending a shiver down her spine. She opened her mouth and closed it, flustered and speechless. The princess wanted to vehemently discourage him from calling himself her daddy, but she didn’t know how to do so without encouraging him or making herself even more embarrassed than she already was. It was a blessing that Bowsette hadn’t heard- she would certainly have had a disgustingly smug smile on her face.

“I-you... okay.” Was all she was able to say, crossing her arms as she watched him walk away

The catcalls were met by Peach with slightly haughty indifference, while Bowsette winked and blew kisses to a few. She knew she would never get together with any of them and they would be burning piles of ashes if they tried, but she found the idea of a jealous Ragnar a bit hot.

The two women followed into the cave, Peach looking around a bit in trepidation, not liking the idea of traveling deep within the Earth.
 
The foreman led the three through the mine in a rather quick manner. It seemed that their presence was more of an irritation to him than anything. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this sort of business, but he wasn't one to turn down a request from his lord Prodix. The route he had taken them on made the place seem like a maze to Ragnar, but the dwarf seemed to know the way with ease. He lead them for nearly two miles into the mountain, the air heavy with dust. The sound of metal on rock was deafening at times, but no one seemed to be concerned about it.

When they finally arrived at the portal, it was positioned in front of a dead end. The foreman took one moment to point them to the portal before he pushed back past them to get on with his business. Ragnar smirked for a moment as he watched the dwarf leave before turning his attention to the portal. He reached forward, his hand stopped by the same barrier that Prodix had told him about. Speaking the phrase he had been given, the barrier disappeared.

Satisfied, Ragner just stepped forward into the portal. He was gone in an instant, the way open for the ladies to come through. They would feel a sensation of nothingness for a moment before they came out the other side, the portal disappearing behind them.

The trio would find themselves on a well worn dirt path bordered by a large forest to their left and shoreline for a strange ocean to their right. A little ways in front of them was a large well built wooden palisades with an open gate. Through the gate they could see a small, but bustling seaside town. The portal was nowhere to be seen. Ragnar took a moment to take in a breathe of fresh air, the wind carrying the taste of salt as it blew in from over the ocean.
 
They followed along, Peach feeling a bit claustrophobic in the dust-ridden stale air of the mine. Bowsette didn’t like it, but she didn’t mind it either. The princess had a great sense of direction, but even with that, she gave up trying to keep track about a half of a mile in. It was simply too confusing to be able to remember, and there weren’t any landmarks to speak of.

When he stepped through the portal, both of them hesitated. We’re they supposed to go through or wait for him? Wasn’t it supposed to be dangerous? It was ultimately Bowsette that stepped forward first, stalking through it with her mace at the ready.

A bit of Peach became panicked, not wanting to be by herself in the warm, stuffy mine. It was worth the risk to follow through the portal also. She hesitantly passed through, seeing the beautiful seaside town and blinking in confusion.

“I’m fucking trembling in my boots.” Bowsette said with annoyance. “Weren’t there supposed to be demons and fire pits? What the fuck is this nonsense?” She sheathed her mace and crossed her arms.

Peach nodded, “I mean, this is nice, but I’m a bit confused myself.”
 
It was a few moments after the two began complaining that Ragnar gave a laugh. He looked back at them for a moment before shaking his head.

"That is the way of magic ladies. I'm guessing that you two haven't had much experience with portals before. Most of them are pretty stable, but others, not quite so much. I couldn't tell you what happened with this one."

He pointed to where the portal had been for a moment before smirking.

"It seems that we are currently unable to return for now. So what should we do? Go ahead and see what information we can dig up in the town?"

He had a pretty good idea of what to do, which was check the town out. There was even an inviting smell of various kinds of cooking food whifting on the wind to invite them in.
 
"Well, the only portal I've been through before was the one that took us to your sexy ass." Bowsette replied, moving to stand next to him as her eyes studied the seaside town. Now that the surprise had worn off, she thought to herself that she wouldn't mind staying in an inn or getting something to eat.

Peach took a couple steps forward as well and nodded. "Yes, I'm in the same boat. However, I had read a little bit about magic portals previously, but most of my books were pure conjecture." She looked away from the town and at Ragnar, something occurring to her. "This is an entirely different world, most likely. Won't they be a little frightened to see a dragon, even in a humanoid form?"

She imagined the townspeople seeing him, then running and screaming from his intimidating appearance. With his muscles, scales, wings, and teeth, he was indeed a frightening looking person if one didn't know him very well. At this point, Peach wasn't scared of him anymore, having seen more gentle sides to him.
 
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