Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

He grinned, enjoying that she was so eager for him.

"That's it, such a slutty pet."

He panted and growled as he slowed a little with his pace, but he continued to drive into her with the same force. He soon reached up with one hand, grasping around her horn before pulling her head backwards a bit. His claws scraped against her horn as he held her tightly, his other claws scarping along her soft skin as they left marks on her skin.

"Fuck, just wonderful. So close now."
 
"I'm your slutty pet, Master, only yours." Bowsette licked her lips and continued to let her tongue hang out of her lewd face. She loved hearing the sloshing and the squishing noises as his cum was stirred around inside her over and over. Tiny flecks of cum were being sprayed everywhere, a couple drops even got onto her new dress, not that she cared.

"Oh yes... Grab my horn and stuff me full of so much cock I can't take it!" Unlike Peach, she didn't offer a modicum of resistance, letting him take over and continue to grab her horn, pulling her head back a bit each time.

Princess Peach tapped her foot outside. How was it that they were still going? Didn't he already cum earlier today too? She felt a little sorry for the shop-keeper as every-time someone came into the shop, they first saw Peach in a ball-gag, and then heard growling and lustful wailing from the back. Not one customer stayed having seen and heard what was going on in there.
 
Despite his words, he continued on for much longer, picking his pace back up once more. He growled louder, the force of his thrusts harder as he began to lift her up on her toes with each thrust.

"Fuck..."

He soon hit his climax once more, letting out another roar of pleasure. This time he did lift her up off of her feet as his hot dragon seed filled her once more, swelling her belly more. He panted as he lowered her down on the ground before pulling out of her completely. He moved his hand down to her panties, ripping them from her completely.

With his other hand, his fingers moved intricately before shadows lifted from the floor, consuming the panties and cleaning him up to be more presentable. He hmmed for a moment as he looked at Bowsette, letting her dress fall back into place.

He gave her ass another slap before chuckling.

"Time to go."

He opened the door, stepping out first. He grinned for a moment, looking at Peach as he walked to the counter.

"I hope you were a good princess."

He untied the leash and began to make his way towards the door. He knew that they were going to be much slowly walking, so it would be a good time to show her off as they walked the town.
 
Bowsette screamed and orgasmed with him as he lifted her and exploded inside her holes. She felt an ungodly amount of semen flowing inside her and her entire body twitched several times as her ragged breaths fill the air as she groans from the feeling of her belly being so full. As he pulled out of her, the hot semen gushed from both holes, splashing onto the floor. Her legs wobbled for several moments as her stomach and pussy slowly emptied. Once it seemed as though the torrent of cum was done, she stood up straight and felt more slip down her legs.

She took off each of her boots and dumped the cum from each of them before putting them back on and grinning with a drunk look on her face. "Jesus, that seamstress is going to have a supply of white dye for years, if you know what I mean. What a generous lord." She jumped and grinned wider when he slapped her ass and sauntered after him.

Peach looked away from him with disdain, turning her nose up but making no noise. She stood and began the continued ritual of resisting the pull of the leash, only this time her steps were so little she had to be careful about pulling so that she didn't fall over. Her eyes scanned Bowsette and she saw that her boots were covered in cum as well as her legs when her dress fluttered for her to see. She wrinkled her nose at this and Bowsette caught her eye, winking.
 
He chuckled softly at Peach's reaction, smiling that she didn't complain this time. He did notice her try to pull away, but he kept a firm grip, only letting her get as far as the leash would go. He took a moment to smile and give a nod to the tailor.

"I am sorry about the mess, but you have done a wonderful job today. Thank you. I'll include some money to hire someone to get things clean and tidy for you."

After all, it was the least he could do to make sure she didn't lose business for long. This seem to brighten the woman's day a bit, giving him a smile and curtsy.

"Thank you m'lord."

The bel rang once more as he lead his pets out. It seemed that more of the townspeople had woke up, more activity happening since they went inside. Many people would stop what they were doing as the three of them pasted. Many give him a greeting while taking in the new status of Bowsette and Peach, causing many to stare for a few seconds before turning back to what they were doing.

"I think I need to check out what new wares have came in recently."
 
At this last comment, Peach's cheeks flushed and she weighed her options. She could fight him tooth and nail, showing him how much she hated his guts, or she could follow along quietly, drawing as little attention as she could. To her disappointment she realized that she would be drawing attention either way, but at least if she were quiet, it would give people less of a reason to look at her. Peach wasn't stupid, therefore she knew how to pick her battles. The streets were more crowded now, and fighting would only make a scene.

Peach adopted a hateful expression, practically giving off an aura of pure loathing toward him, but started to follow him as quickly as she could with the little steps that her dress allowed her. While she fumed, she thought about what she would do when they got back to the castle. There was no way he would make her sleep tied up like this, and that would be the best time to try to escape.
 
He grinned for a moment as he caught her embarrassment beginning to show, finding things were slowly working on her. He was a little surprising that she was following what he told her of earlier to stay quiet, but he still wasn't quite trusting of her yet. He knew he would have to keep a close eye on her.

Their walk around the market was slow, both due to how slow Peach was forced to walk and his curiosity of what was being for sell. It was a little stall where a young man had a woman sitting in a chair caught his attention. The woman had her arm strapped down on the arm of a chair while the man sat beside her. He was halfway through tattooing a long stem rose along the inside of her forearm.

Watching the tattoo artist for a few moments, a grin came to his face at a thought. He looked back at Peach for a moment, knowing that she wouldn't still at all if he subjected her to such a thing. However, he did have a method of making sure it would happen.

"I think something is missing from my princess."
 
It was tiring walking with such little steps, and Peach was annoyed that he seemed to want to check every stall on their way through town. She found herself tapping her foot as she glared at him, hoping he would pick up the pace and let them get back to the castle where she didn't have to feel so many eyes upon her.

She looked at the tattoo stall curiously. Peach wondered why anyone would want to permanently mark their skin with a design when they could simply have paintings and art in their own house. If looks could kill, Ragnar would be several times dead on the ground when he suggested that he might be interested seeing a tattoo on her.

No noise came from her mouth, but she walked up to him and puffed herself up once more, not unlike she did when they first met. It was obvious that her body language was saying, "Don't you dare!"

Bowsette looked over the designs with interest.
 
He grinned for a moment when she decided to show him exactly how she felt about it. Her little act of defiance was just another reason for him to go through with his decision of what to do next. Without a word, he lifted his free hand up into the air for a moment. His other hand reached forward and grabbed on her neck so she wouldn't get away from him.

"I know just the one."

He other hand went to the bared skin of her chest, splaying out over it. His lips moved wordlessly as the area under his hand began to darken and swirl around in a slow circle. It soon stretched out in a dragon going from the bottom of her neck down to her bellybutton and spreading out over the front of her left breast. As it finished forming, a wave of intense pleasure rushed through her body from head to toe.

He pulled his hand away with smile, releasing her neck as well.

"There."
 
She thought he would grab her neck and then tie her to the chair once the current customer was done, but was surprised when instead he started doing some kind of magic on her by putting his hand on her chest and whispering something ancient.

It felt like fire was leaping from his hand onto her skin, spreading from her chest down to her navel. She struggled from the pain, trying to get his hand to release her, but it was a fruitless action. Peach couldn't see what he had done, but she imagined it wasn't something she was going to like. After he said the final syllable, she felt something rush through her. "Mmm!" Her eyes watered and her nipples became erect as the pleasure teased her almost to the point of orgasm.

Princess Peach had a look on her face of shock, confusion, and fear. She didn't know what the hell that was, never having felt anything like it. It left her feeling weak in the legs and had clouded her mind for a moment. As he released her, she turned for a moment and a mirror caught her eye. She could see the black tattoo upon her skin and her eyes widened as she shook her head in horror. "MM!" The princess fell to her knees in shock and stared at the ground, trying to comprehend what just happened.
 
He smiled seeing that his spell had it's desire effect, both in the tattoo and giving her pleasure as her erect nipples pressed against the fabric of the dress. He also tsked softly as she was unable to stay quiet, even though he knew she would probably make some sort of sound.

"Now what did I say earlier? A princess should not be heard, since you want to be treated like one."

He let her stay on her knees for a moment before pushing her forward so that her butt was in the air and her face in the dirt. He lifted his other hand into the air before bringing it down hard on her upturned ass, counting to four before stopping.
 
Peach couldn't help it, a couple tears escaped her eyes as he pressed her into the dirt and spanked her a few more times. It stung, but it was more the humiliation of being spanked in the middle of the marketplace that did it to her. She was glad that her hair at least covered part of her face as he exacted his punishment.

Her jaw was sore from having the ballgag in her mouth for so long and she longed to have her arms free once more. She wanted to run away, back to the mushroom kingdom and to the castle she knew and loved. Peach didn't know how long she would have to live with this tyrant, but she hoped to God she could get out as soon as possible.

Bowsette had seen the tattoo and she looked at him, "Hey, don't I get a cool tattoo? Maybe a tramp stamp or something?"
 
He chuckled for a moment as he looked to Bowsette.

"I think I can come up with something for you soon. I promise."

He looked down at Peach for a moment before reaching down and pulling her to her feet gently.

"It looks like we should head home now. Give the princess some rest."

He chuckled softly for a moment before he gave her some slack before starting off towards the castle. He did occasionally glance back to make sure Peach was keeping up, as slow as things were going.

It wasn't till they got inside the castle that he took the leash off of her. He hung the leash up beside the door before turning to Peach. He reached up and took off her ball-gag, giving her a little bit of freedom.

"There. You can go and explore now, get familiar with our castle now. I'll have a few questions for you later."

He turned and left the two of them there, hunting for a servant to take care of the money delivery to the tailor.
 
“Heheh, good. I don't want to be left out, you know.” Bowsette purred.

Peach trailed along behind them quietly, contemplating what had just happened to her. She couldn’t believe that her skin was now essentially branded with his signature. There was no place she could go where it wouldn’t be recognized. And what if she were to somehow get back? She would be a princess with unsightly marked skin. Who would want to marry her then? To say she was disheartened was an understatement.

She sighed with relief as he took out the gag, finally being able to relax her jaw. She didn’t even acknowledge what he had said, ignoring him and shuffling off to explore. She wanted to burn the castle’s layout into her mind, keeping an eye out for places to hide or secret passageways.

Bowsette explores too, but more out of boredom. She eventually returned to her room and took a bath, washing her skin and soaking in the hot water.
 
He was quite generous with the gold to the tailor, paying not only for the dresses and the backroom cleanup and repair, but gave her a little extra as well. However, the townspeople knew that he always wanted to get something in return for his distribution of wealth, and not always in the return of gold. The townspeople had learned to be creative in what they gave him, sometimes knowledge, and other times surprising him.

Once the payment was taken care of, he retreated in his treasure pile for a little bit to rest. He did pull out a pair of small crystal balls, using those to watch the moves of Peach and Bowsette of where they went. He was intrigued by both of them, in an exotic way. It was very rare for others to end up in these realm, often through magic accidents. Many such people passed through the town, but these two ladies were the first he had deemed worthy enough to keep.
 
Peach continued her mapping of the castle, her keen eyes capturing everything and examining the small details. She paused at a painting deep within the castle that was full of portraits. The painting seemed to be just a little worn at the side, as though it had been pushed several times. Her eyes narrowed and she used her head to push it to the side. Now that the painting was crooked, she heard the quiet thunder of a wall moving. The princess grinned smugly and shuffled toward the opening in the wall, cautiously moving into the dark tunnel and jumping as the wall closed behind her.

She gulped in fear at the darkness surrounding her, but she found her nerve and started to slowly but surely make her way down the passage without tripping.

Meanwhile, Bowsette called a servant to fetch her a towel, then asking for a snack, and then a hairbrush. Every time the servant would ask if there was anything else she wanted while they fetched, she would say no. However, once they came back she would pretend as though she forgot to ask for something. By the 9th round of this, the servant was highly annoyed, and Bowsette snickered with laughter.
 
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He gave a little smirk as he saw the passage that Peach had chosen to explore. It actually was a passage in and out of the treasure/dungeon that had been built with the castle long ago. He had destroyed the castle twice himself in the razing of the town a hundred years before, mostly out of spite and punishment for something that had been done earlier. However, instead of getting rid of it, he just had it rebuilt the same.

The servants didn't know about it, but a few thieves had find the passage throughout the years, which he quickly killed before they could do anything to spread the knowledge. As it was, he was still in humanoid form comfortable among the treasure. He didn't bother to get up, merely waiting as she took her time to find her way down.
 
He could soon hear the cute little “clip clop clop” sounds of her sandals as she continued on. She had seen the light at the end of the tunnel and had cautiously gone toward it. She had no choice but to go forward, but she knew that he could have traps or creatures in the tunnels, possibly. For that reason, she advanced carefully. Peach soon came to a corner and rounded it, blinded by the light reflecting off the pile of gold for a moment.

As her sight adjusted, she saw him laying there on the pile and it occurred to her that he was falling under his own stereotype. Her face fell and she sighed, clearly very disappointed, “Ah, it’s just you.” Princess Peach looked at him for a moment before deciding she would rather go back into the long, dark tunnel and see if she could feel out other tunnels that branched off of it. Her body turned and she started shuffling back from whence she came.
 
He raised an eyeridge fore a second before chuckling softly at her words. For claiming to be a princess, he thought she was acting like a someone without manners. Even if he hadn't told her to address him as Master yet, he felt she should have at least addressed him as a noble. He shook his head softly for a moment, shifting to stand up.

The gold and jewelry fell from his back and wings with soft clinks as he stood up. It sunk a little beneath his feet as he followed up after her. It didn't take him any time to catch her slow movement, his hand coming up to slide around her neck from behind. He moved against her, holding her neck firmly so she wouldn't get away as he whispered in her ear.

"You claim to be a princess, yet you don't seem to display the proper ones. Are you not supposed to address those of higher rank as milord or milady?"
 
She half-suspected he would come after her now that she had stumbled into his treasure-room, so she didn't flinch as she felt his hand on her neck. "You are not a lord, you are simply a tyrant who deigns to think himself as such. I owe you no niceties because you have bound me against my will and kept me on a leash like some kind of prized poodle. Furthermore, you have marked my skin without my permission and even now you grab my neck yet again. I say again, you are a tyrant, not a lord nor a king."

Peach finished with her little rant and stood resolutely as he loomed over her, his mouth near her ear as he listened to her. It was very dim in that cave, and her words echoed a bit as she said them.

She didn't think he would like what she had to say, but she didn't care what his opinion was. Peach had said her piece and had made her point.
 
He chuckled for a moment as he stood up, finding her words amusing. He wondered what sort of upbringing she had, that whatever it was had been very sheltered. He released her neck, moving around in front of her. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.

"So tell me, since you think you know everything. What is the difference between a King and tyrant? How many kingdoms have you studied to know exactly how the ways of royalty are supposed to work?"
 
She was surprised that he was actually speaking with her face-to-face. He still had an annoyingly condescending tone, but it was still a little bit of a start. Peach's body became a little less tense at this and she shifted as she thought seriously about his question.

"I've traveled quite a bit and seen several different kingdoms. I know it is impossible for a king to be beloved by all, since he has to be the one to make the difficult choices. He takes the blame for the choices in which there is no right answer. A true king takes no delight in such a choice, though. He does it because he believes it is the right thing to do and that the kingdom will be better and more prosperous for it."

Peach continued, "A tyrant, on the other hand, delights in the power and intoxication of subjugation of those he deems as weaker than himself. The type of leader who does things simply because he wants them to be done, pursuing his own satisfaction about all others. He takes and takes and takes, only giving when he himself feels like he wants to."

She eyed him, her hands still bound behind, and yet managing to assume an almost regal stance. "You, sir, are a tyrant. If not that, then you are at least very cruel and devoid of concern for others' wellbeings."
 
He was silent as he listened to her explain what she believed was the difference between a king and tyrant was. She may have been right in a sense, but she also was seeing through jaded glasses at the world around her. He chuckled softly for a moment before shaking his head.

"You are right and yet wrong, seeing things as one in a realm of your own kind. It comes down to the fact that a tyrant and the king are the same, merely the ways of rule are different. Power and greed, it's all the same. What you speak of is charisma and how well it is wield in the application of power."

"You call me a tyrant, cruel and devoid of concern for other's well being. Tell me, what did you see when we walked through town today? Did you see anyone starving in the streets, any beggers for food? Yes, I may have made a mess in the tailor's shop with Bowsette, but believe me she has been more than compensated for it. Both of your dresses have been paid for, more than enough has been given to clean her shop, and I gave her extra on top of that. Now tell me, how is that having no concern for others' well being?"
 
Peach was at a loss. He wasn't wrong, the town was prosperous and everyone seemed fairly content with how things were. She was silent for a moment before she mulled his words over and replied, "Okay, that is a fair point, but they only go about their day because you allow and bid them to do so. We both know that you could burn the village to the ground for the slightest insult. They're probably afraid of you. That might be true if you were a regular king too, seeing as they have armies and power, but- but it's not the same! They're not even people to you, they're just little fish in a fishbowl."

She knew she was afraid of him for all her bravado. He was intimidating and unpredictable, worse still, he was intelligent. "How is tying me up and dragging me by a leash with a gag in my mouth not cruel and an abuse of power? You do it simply because you enjoy how upset it makes me. You mark my skin because you don't care what I want, making it burn on my skin and.. other weird things." Her eyes looked away from him and she was quiet.
 
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He gave a little smirk as he listened to her words, seeing how well she was catching on to the situation she was in. He was quiet for a few more moments, though he had plenty more to say. He chuckled softly for a moment before smiling.

"Very true. I do enjoy it. Now go and do your exploring or whatever else you want for now. We'll have more time for discussion later."

He shifted to stand away from the wall, his arms uncrossing. He moved to go past her, but stopped for a moment. He reached up with his hand, his claws scraping lightly along her left cheek for a moment before continuing on back into the treasure chamber. He figured that Peach and Bowsette would have questions for him, though Bowsette was much more eager to be here than Peach.
 
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