Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

"With..pleasure.."

He grunted as he picked his speed up a little faster for a few moments, feeling her squeeze him tightly. He could feel her on the verge of cumming, just as much as him. His hands tightened on her horns, claws scraping against them as he slammed into her deeply once last time. He threw his head back for a moment as he released a roar of pleasure. Both of his cocks swelled a little bigger inside Bowsette before he rewarded her with several hot, thick blasts of his dragon seed. He filled her unprotected womb to the point of giving her a nice, large bulge of her abdomen.

He panted softly as he remained within her for a few seconds longer before pulling out slowly as he released her horns.

"So wonderful..."
 
Bowsette loved that he grabbed her horns in his large clawed hands. The feeling of him yanking her head back a little each thrust made her want to cream right then and there.

“Fuck! Master! Fu-ha-ha-ha-uuuuckkkkk!” she screamed as she came, completely consumed by his sexual prowess and the power of his thrusts. Bowsette could feel her belly swelling with cum and it only made it more intense. Unlike normal jizz, his seed burned a little within her, as though his dragon cocks were breathing fire within her loins. Her pussy squirted as she made delirious sounds of pleasure, completely out of her mind with lust.

As he pulled the heads of his cocks out of her, a stream of his cum spilled out as though he had popped the cork on a bottle of cream. She lay there before him, her eyes looking up in rapture of the sheer pleasure he had bestowed upon her. She needed this in her life, it was like a drug and she wasn’t sure if she could live without it.

“I feel so fucking good, Master... I hope I get pregnant with your child so you have no choice but to keep me...”
 
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He grinned softly and chuckled for a moment at her words. He leaned down for a moment, running his tongue along her cheek for a moment before whispering, tapping gently on the collar.

"That's what this means...I'm keeping you no matter what.."

He grinned and bit on her shoulder for a moment before lifting up. His claws ran over her bared ass for a moment before giving her a resounding slap on the ass once more. Leaving her to take in everything, he stood up and left the room. He figured Peach was probably woken by his claiming of Bowsette, so he would be best to check on her.

He paused for a moment outside her door before opening it and stepping inside.

"How did you sleep?"
 
Bowsette grinned and rested her head against the floor, still twitching.

Princess Peach looked up when he simply entered without knocking. She was sitting fully dressed in an armchair next to the fireplace that a servant had come by to start up for her as she contemplated her next move. Her eyes looked down on his semen-covered cocks which were dripping a little on the floor. She gave him a disgusted look and looked away from him.

“It’s rude to enter a lady’s quarters without knocking, as I’m sure you are aware.. But if you must know, I slept more deeply than most nights, thank you.” Her body shifted in the chair as she looked into the flames. She didn’t like the fact that he had no regard for her privacy, especially since someone had touched her sleeping body to put on the collar.

Based on the moaning, screaming, and roaring, she assumed that Bowsette and the dragon had consummated their lust for one another. As a princess, Peach was waiting until her marriage to let a man claim her between her legs, but she felt it was a waste of time anyway.

“I don’t believe you ever gave your name or asked for mine. My name is Princess Peach, of the mushroom kingdom, and you are?” Her eyes looked sideways at his face, avoiding casting them any lower.
 
He gave a little chuckle at her glances, seeing the disgust in her eyes. He pegged her as the more delicate type, in need of a firm, but guiding hand. She had obviously seen the world, but she didn't fully participate.

"It's Ragnor. And you seemed to have needed the sleep very much."

He moved closer to her, standing beside the chair. It was amusing to him to have such a woman under his hand, to be able to break her. He reached down for a moment, tracing his claws lightly down along the curve of her cheek.

"And just what plans do you have?"
 
Peach moved her face away from his hand disapprovingly and spoke, “Well, Ragnor. I’ll have you know that I slept so deeply that I did not even notice that an intruder had stolen into the room and put this collar on my neck. Your claws look sharp, would you do me the favor of removing it? It’s a very pretty trinket, but I am not interested in wearing it.” She didn’t turn to look at him, she simply looked into the fire once more.

She wanted to know how he would respond. It was almost impossible that it had been anyone other than himself to have gifted it to her, and as such, she doubted that he would grant her request. In fact, she imagined that he would try to smooth talk her and say something about how she shouldn’t refuse such a thoughtful gift.

Nevertheless, it was a game they were playing, a game with high stakes. Both of them could sense the tension in the room, but neither made any sudden movements. “I’m quite hungry, actually.”

It was her hope that he would invite her to breakfast so she could be on her way from there, though she suspected he wanted something from her.
 
He chuckled a little when she moved her face away from his claws and asked him to remove it. Yes, it seemed she was a little naive at what he did. So he decided to step things up a bit.

"Oh, that is much more that a trinket Peach."

He moved around behind her chair, standing there for a moment. He deftly took her crown in his claws, pulling it off of her head. He tossed it off onto the bed and then quickly grabbed her shoulders, forcing her back in the chair when she tried to go after it. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"This 'trinket' is actually a collar. It means that you belong to me now. You are mine to do with as I see fit."

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her neck while still holding her firmly in the chair.

"You will get that back when I see fit....princess."
 
She did try to get up when he threw her crown, but as she tried to stand his hands were already upon her shoulders to push her back down with an “Oof!” Peach shivered as she felt him looming over her and felt his hot breath on her ear. A collar? Now that he mentioned it, it certainly did look like something you would put on a cat, except for the long chain. She would not accept the claim that she was his to do with what he pleased.

“Unhand me, right this minute!” She commanded, struggling as he grabbed her wrists and put them behind her head. He was over-stepping his bounds and she would not take that lying down. She was a princess, after all, and was due some respect.

“A crown does not make a princess. That is not something that can be removed and tossed away. I could walk out of this castle without it and still hold the same stature. Now again, get your hands off of me, right now!” Peach tilted her head backwards to look him in the eye. Her gaze had a strong will behind it, and her eyes demanded his compliance.
 
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He grinned for a moment, seeing the defiance in her eyes. He shifted his hands so that both of her wrists were in one hand. With his other, he moved his fingers intricately for a moment. As he did, the shadows moved up the back of her chair to gather around her neck and wrists. When his fingers stopped, the shadows solidified into a rope around her neck connected to her wrists binding them together behind her neck. If she tried to pull her wrists away, she would obviously choke herself.

"With pleasure, 'princess'."

He then removed his grip from her before walking around in front of him. With a claw, he reached down and sliced her dress from the center down to just below midline of her breasts. At that moment one of the servants came in to announce breakfast was ready. He grinned for a moment.

"Perfect timing. Help the 'princess' down to the table so she doesn't hurt herself."

He smiled once again before leaving her room, off to clean himself up.
 
Peach looked at him quizzically for a moment as she watched his hand move in an oddly complicated and delicate way. It was almost as though he were playing an instrument she couldn't see. Before she knew it, she felt rope around her throat and hands, though she didn't quite register that they were connected yet.

"What did you d-" Peach coughed violently as he took his hands away, having tried to quickly bring them back over her head to rest on her lap. The result had been a tug at her throat that choked her before she was able to regain her composure. She settled down just in time to see him slice her dress down to expose more of her breasts. The dress was like a dam, and her breasts the water; with that slice they threatened to overflow.

Peach couldn't believe that he had the audacity to do all of that and simply walk away as though nothing had taken place. She was lost for words and was too shocked to call out to him and demand he release her from her bonds. She asked the servant for help, but they simply shook their head and helped her up to go to the dining room.

She was sat at the place she was last night, still with her hands behind her head. Peach really wanted to relax her hands, but couldn't for fear of choking. How was she supposed to eat like this, let alone do anything like this.

Bowsette strolled into the room cockily and sat down, noticing her new collar and rope, her eyes also eyed her cleavage too and a smug grin lit her face. "Well, well. Looks like you got put in your place, Peach. How does it feel to be a helpless little princess again?"

Peach gritted her teeth and glared daggers back, not deigning to answer.
 
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Setting at each place was a plate filled with scrambled eggs, grits, two pieces of bacon and a slice of ham. There was also a small glass of orange juice and one of milk. It was a few moments before he came to the table, clean from the morning sex with Bowsette. He grinned for a moment as he sat down at his chair.

"Feel free to eat. Oh, right."

Though he knew exactly what he was saying, he said it any way. He gave a little motion to the servant who had helped Peach earlier. She nodded as he whispered in her ear, moving to the princess's side. Since Peach wasn't in a position to feed herself, the servant picked up the knife and fork, doing it for her.

"I have a few rules for you two to abide by, otherwise you will get punished. First, what I say goes around here. You are allowed to leave the castle and go about town, but cannot leave the boundaries of town."

He took a couple bites of his eggs, swallowing before continuing.

"I am the guardian and ruler of this providence, so it's going to be doubtful that anyone will try to free you from my possession. Right?"

He looked at the servant who was helping Peach. She stopped for a moment and gave him a curtsy before answering.

"Of course m'lord."
 
Princess Peach's glare turned to him as he so obviously mocked her. The servant cut a slice of ham and brought it to Peach's lips, but she clamped her mouth shut and turned her face away, refusing to eat as only one as stubborn as she would.

Bowsette shrugged, "I wasn't really planning on going anywhere anyway. Not without those dicks, at least." She stabbed her own piece of ham and took a bit bite out of the slice, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

It was almost a laughable sight: every time Peach would move her head, the servant would move the piece of ham back to her lips insistently. Eventually, this resulted in a forkful of ham going back and forth as Peach shook her head, her golden hair swaying back and forth.

The servant stopped to answer him and Peach took the opportunity to speak. "I'm sure I'll find someone. And even if I don't, it's only a matter of time before my magic returns to me, at which time you will rue the day yo-" Peach was taken by surprise as the servant had tactfully put the forkfull of ham in her mouth at just the right moment.She was going to spit it out, but the servant gently put her hand over her mouth and she was forced to chew and swallow. Her eyes looked at the servant, a little bit offended. She knew she was just doing her job, but she had cut her off in the middle of her rant to do so.

Bowsette laughed and gave a high-pitched impression of Peach's voice, "You'll rue the day you were born! I'm Princess Peach, and I bow to no one! You had better let me go or you'll have to answer for these egregious sins!" She then blew a raspberry at Peach.
 
He gave a chuckle, enjoying the antics of both of his new pets. They were very much like night and day.

"Of course, of course. I am sure you may find one or two hearty adventurers who might have the idea of freeing you. However, I will still be able to find you no matter where you go."

He grinned for a moment as she spoke of her magic returning once more.

"Just because you think you may get it back doesn't mean it will happen the way you want it to."

He finished his meal, letting another servant take away his dishes as he sipped on his orange juice.
 
Another forkful of ham was inbound, and Peach still refused to eat it. However, she spoke without opening her mouth hardly at all, "Not if they can get the collar off." The fork rushed her mouth again, but the princess was too quick this time, moving her face and feeling it bump against her cheek.

Both Peach and Bowsette paused for a moment as they reflected on what his comment about their magic might mean.

Bowsette was the first to speak, "Whaddaya mean by that? I was hoping to get my magic back just for funsies. After all, beating people up with your fists is tiring." She shoveled the rest of her food into her mouth and let a servant take her own plate as well.

Much to the irritation of her attending servant, Peach was now the only one with a full plate of food.
 
He chuckled, enjoying the little show Peach was putting on by refusing to eat. He waited a few more moments as he finished up his orange juice before putting the glass down. He waved the servant back over to him, whispering in her ear. It seemed his idea delighted the woman in some way, smiling and nodding.

"I meant that magic and the control of magic can be fickle. Curses can be laid upon you to suppress your magic, it can be strip away in various ways to harm in varying degrees, or fade away despite anything you try."

As he spoke, the woman picked up the fork with one hand while she grabbed Peach's nose and held her nostrils closed tightly.

"Your magic could come back to you naturally, but I can also control how much you get back. Although, a test of magic would be quite fun."
 
"Yeah, I get that. But it's not like anyone cursed us. We just hit each other with a fuck-ton of magic and got sucked into it. Unless..." Bowsette looked at him with a smirk. "Unless you're suppressing our magic because you want to keep my fine ass around."

Bowsette watched in amusement as Peach's face became paler and then a little blue as she tried to hold her breath for as long as she could. Eventually, Peach gasped for breath and got a mouthful of ham for it, being forced to chew as the hand on her nose went to her mouth. This went on for a few minutes. One would think that eventually Peach would submit and simply let her feed her the food without going through the process indefinitely, but if there was one thing she was, it was stubborn. On that level, she had Bowsette beat.

"I'd be up for a test. Whaddaya want to do?" Bowsette stood up eagerly, knocking her chair backwards and leaving it there as she walked up to his spot at the table and sat in his lap.
 
He laughed for a moment and shook his head at Bowsette's accusation that he was suppressing their magic.

"I have nothing to do with that. The losing of magic is your own fault alone."

He grinned for a moment as Bowsette made her way over to him before sitting in his lap. He put his empty glass down on the table as he slipped his other arm around her waist.

"I really don't think we can do a test of magic unless you have your magic back. And from the look of things, I would say my 'princess' is still powerless."

He thought for a moment and reached down, pulling up Bowsette's skirt to her waist so Peach could see as well. He reached down between Bowsette's legs, chuckling as he felt she still had her soaked and ripped panties on from earlier before rubbing his claw teasingly against her panty covered clit.

"I see you haven't change from earlier."
 
Bowsette pouted, "You mean it was Peach's fault."

She put her arm around his shoulders as the other traced over his chest. "Aw... that's too bad. I don't like waiting, but I don't mind if I get to bone you in the meantime." She spread her legs a bit on his lap and leaned forward to lick his cheek.

"Mmm... Why would I? I wanted to leave you an open invitation in case you were still hungry for a second helping after breakfast." Bowsette purred into his ear. The train of her dress trailed over the side of the chair as he had raised and gathered it up. She started moving her hips against the claw on her clit so that his claw dug into her a little more.

Peach scowled at them for their disgusting behavior at the breakfast table. If they wanted to do that kind of thing in their room, then that was their own business. But it was simply lewd to be exposed and pawing at one another in the dining room, especially when Peach was being forced to eat her own breakfast. She was starting to feel a little dizzy from holding her breath so much, but she only had a couple more bites to go.
 
He gave a laugh for a moment, seeing the disgust on Peach's face and Bowsette's openess on wanting to be fucked once more. He grinned for a moemnt, pushing his clawed finger deeply into Bowsette's open pussy, his claw dragging along her inner walls.

"I think the princess is done for now. I don't want her to pass out on me just yet."

The servant nodded, going to gather up the plates. Instead, he motioned to her once more before whispering in her ear. The woman nodded before going off in a hurry. He grinned to Bowsette for a moment.

"I think my servant will need to have a little help for this next bit of helping the "princess" on being a princess."

It wasn't long before the servant returned with a armful of things, laying them on the table. There was a pair of close bonded wrist shackles, an arm binder sleeve, small ball gag, and a couple of five foot long leashes.

"Be a good pet and help the "princess" into her outfit, making sure her arms are behind her."

His claw easily found Bowsette's g-spot, scraping over it for a moment before he pulled his finger from her and releasing the shadow rope from Peach's neck and wrists.

"A proper princess is seen and not heard. Nor should she have to lift a finger for herself."
 
Peach cringed at the squishy sound of his finger penetrating Bowsette's waiting snatch, while Bowsette shuddered from the dangerous feeling of having his claw inside. It gave her a high of excitement wondering if he was going to nick her accidentally inside.

A sigh of relief was heard from Peach as the servant abandoned her plate. She did look at him suspiciously as he whispered in the servant's ear once more, wondering what vile thing he planned to do next. Peach looked over at the doors and noticed they all required a doorknob to be turned, excluding her from being able to let herself out of the dining room.

Bowsette looked at him curiously before watching the servant come in with the toys. Her lips curled into a toothy grin and she smirked at him. "Twisted, aren't you? I like it." A groan escaped her as he unexpectedly rewarded her enthusiasm by scraping her G-spot. It felt so good, but he didn't do it long enough to make her cum, leaving her horny and wanting more. Despite this, she hopped off his lap and advanced toward Peach.

Peach watched all of this happen with horror, mouth agape at what was deposited on the table. Her hands were now free and she made a dash toward the doors, but the servant grabbed her and held her fast. "Get off of me NOW!" She kicked and struggled against her grip but couldn't get loose.

Bowsette grabbed the arm sleeve and had the servant hold her arms behind her, eventually forcing it upon her and binding it tightly. Now that Peach had her arms unavailable to her, Bowsette pinched her nose while the servant was ready with the gag. Peach almost passed out before her body forced her to gasp again, letting them put it in her mouth. Peach yelled muffled and incoherent words through the gag, her eyes angry and defiant.

His horned beauty turned to him with the wrist shackles and asked, "Well, her arms are bound anyway, do you want these on her ankles?" The leash sat on the table, as if waiting for him.
 
He smiled watching the whole little show of the two of them binding Peach up. It wasn't exactly how he had expected them to do it, but the job was done anyways. He hmmed for a moment as he glanced at the wrist shackles for a moment and shook his head.

"No, that is quite alright. I actually have something else in mind next for the 'princess'. A little change of outfit."

He stood up from his chair, taking the shackles from Bowsette. He handed them to the servant and telling her to put them away before she could head for the day. The woman smiled and curtsied before going off as she was told. He made another gesture in the air, this time a small ring formed on the front of Bowsette and Peach's collar.

"I think the dress shop should be open by the time we get there."

He didn't think Bowsette need the leash just yet, but he did pick up one for Peach. Knowing she was going to fight, he grabbed her neck gently but firmly. He clipped the leash on Peach's collar before letting go of her neck, moving his hand downward towards her chest. His claw cut the fabric a little more downward, but not quite to the point of letting her fully expose herself.

Without a word, he turned from her walking towards the front door. He had her leash firmly in his grip, so he was either going to lead her or end up dragging her after, depending on her action.
 
If Peach didn't know better, she thought that the servant seemed personally amused by her plight. She glared at him as he approached, still being held by Bowsette as she heard her snickering in her ear.

She did try to fight him, but his hand wasn't allowing her to do much as she was forcibly leashed like some kind of animal. The idea of him leading her out in public into the little town made her absolutely sick. "Mmm! Mm! MmMmmmM!" Peach meant to say something about how awful he was, but it ended up just sounding like muffled screaming. She hated the feeling of the ball-gag in her mouth, especially since it made her drool a little bit and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her heels dragged on the floor as she resisted being pulled toward the door. He was much stronger than her, so she was pulled along anyway. She didn't want a new dress and dreaded what he wanted her to wear based on his deepening of her own dress's cleavage. It was likely he would force her to wear something unsightly.

Bowsette happily trotted along at his side, loving the idea of Peach being dragged along behind them. "If you see something really sexy, you should have me try it on for you. If you really like it, we could test out its "utility" in the back room."
 
He laughed for a moment at Bowsette's suggestion before looking back at Peach.

"A proper 'princess' is seen and not heard."

He grinned for a moment and turned his attention back towards Bowsette. He reached up with his free hand and laid it atop her head, his claws scraping along her horn and around the base of it.

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. However, my princess will be taken care of first, since the tailor will probably need your help."

He had decided not to wear his cloak out, but that made no difference. The townspeople were used to seeing him like this, sine he preferred to go without clothing. He would often get catcalls from most of the women because of it, but he enjoyed it.

Like them, the town was just waking up. The streets were mostly empty, but a few did see them, waving and paying their respects. It was a bit of a walk to the tailor, so he did glance back to make sure Peach was still with them even though he could feel when she tried to resist him from time to time, giving a little jerk on the leash.
 
"Mmm...Okay, whatever you say, Master." Bowsette smiled with satisfaction as he pet her head, she liked the idea that she was probably his favorite because she was more compliant and because she considered herself much sexier than Peach. In her mind, she was a lover while Peach was simply a plaything.

If Peach had her mouth free, should have called Bowsette a suck-up, as it was, she was trying to figure out how to get of her bindings or her ball-gag. If she refused to move, she knew she would literally be dragged on the rough ground. She didn't want to be injured, so she settled on trying to make it as annoying as possible to drag her along. The heels of her shoes were being shaved almost all the way up from this, meaning that they would be pretty useless as shoes by the time they arrived.

She blushed with embarrassment as she drew the gaze of some of the townspeople. The arm sleeve might have been okay by itself, but the ball-gag with it was so humiliating. Peach caught his eye as he looked back and gave him an intense look of hate.
 
When she glared at him, he just grinned right back at her. He was enjoying this so much. As he pushed the tailor's door open, the bell gave it's little ringing. The young woman was yawning a little as she came out of the back.

"I'm not..oh, milord. Welcome...How may I help?"

She did falter a little in her speech when she noticed Peach, but she did her best to smile to him. He smiled for a moment.

"My 'princess' is in need of a new outfit. Her current one isn't quite suiting the current situation. I am sure your skills will be able to accomplish the task ahead."

She smiled and nodded quickly as she gathered up her things to work. As he waited, he looked through the clothes, releasing her leash as he did so. It wasn't long before he brought out the dress and sandals he wanted her to wear. He gave them to the tailor glancing towards Bowsette for a moment.

"Take Peach and get her dressed while I look around."
 
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