Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

Seeing and hearing the wolves closing in on Peach's position, he gliding into a small clear area. He shifted into his humanoid form before landing, dropping in a crouch. He heard the sound of the blast when she tried to repel the wolves. He paused, waiting for anything else, but all he heard was the wolves in the distance.

Conjuring up a long black sword, he made his way towards the wolf pack gathering around her tree. He hit a couple of the wolves away before stabbing a couple more. It didn't take him long to get the attention of the wolves on him, kicking, throwing and stabbing them as he got closer to the tree she was hiding in.

He finally got to her tree, but he didn't look up at her. Instead, he merely leaned against the tree as he watched the last of the wolves run off.

"So, are you ready to come home, or would you like to spend the night with the wolves and other monsters, like goblins?"
 
She looked down on the wolves, wondering what she was going to do. One couldn't stay hidden in a tree forever, especially with other creatures in the forest who might get curious and actually be able to climb the tree to sate their curiosity. Peach started to hear more snarling and some yipping, a couple of them letting out little gargles as some unseen creature approached. As he got close enough, she recognized the tall, dark form of Ragnor.

Peach sighed from up in the tree. From her perspective, if it hadn't been for the large magic blast she accidentally set off, he never would have found her and she would have gotten away. Well, if she survived the wolf attack, that is. As it was, she was trapped and they both knew it.

"... I suppose I don't really have a choice, do I?" Normally she might have been stubborn and opted to stay in the tree. However, after that experience, she was tired and decided she needed to come up with a more involved plan. Peach had the good grace to know when she was beat. She slowly climbed down the tree, letting go of the lowest branch and gently landing next to him. Peach stood next to him and crossed her arms. The dress was ripped near her legs and she was absolutely covered in mud from head to toe.
 
He chuckled softly for a moment as he looked down at her.

"Maybe you'll try a little harder next time too."

He grinned for a moment before reaching down and picking her up in his arms. He easily carried her out to the clearing he had come in from. He leaped into the air, taking off into the air with her. He took his time flying back to the castle before landing in front of her window.

"I would suggest cleaning up a bit before going to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

Following in after her, he made his way out of her room to the dining room. He stopped for a moment, looking up towards the cocooned Bowsette with a chuckle.
 
“I will. Next time you won’t even know I’m gone before I have made it to another providence entirely.” Peach had turned to start walking back toward the castle when she felt his strong arms lift her up off of her feet.

“You’ve got me, okay? I can walk, please put me down!” She struggled a bit and then sighed, panting a little bit at the effort of flailing so much. Peach wondered where he was going since he was definitely going the wrong way. Her head shook and her eyes widened as his wings spread and the realization hit her. She let out a frightened scream as he leapt into the air.

Once they were actually flying, she clung to him in fear. Closing her eyes and putting her face against his chest, she shook a bit as they traveled. She was used to levitating, but never this high, and never at the mercy of someone else.

A sigh of relief left her lips once she was on solid ground within her own room. “Yeah... I certainly could use a bath. I will see you at breakfast, then.” She looked at her arms, caked in mud and then climbed into the tub for a hot bath.

Still in the cocoon, Bowsette was asleep, curled up with her arms crossed over her chest and a nasty frown on her face.
 
Satisfied that Bowsette was sufficiently calmed down, he decided to leave her encased for the night as punishment. He knew he would probably get an earful, but he didn't care. She would have to learn that she wasn't as high and mighty as she thought.

As he made his way back to the treasure room, he decided he would have to push his plans to break Peach along a little further. He knew he would have to be forceful, but gentle about it when it can to her. She probably wouldn't like it, but it was needed. He laid back in the treasure pile, watching Peach till she went to sleep.
 
Peach soaked in the tub and washed all the mud off of herself, getting out and having the tub refilled so she could clean herself a second time of any residual dirt. As she lay in the tub, the chain of her collar swayed between her ample breasts. “Damn.” She breathed, referring to her ruined escape. At least she knew her magic wasn’t completely gone.

She soon got out and went to bed, once more wrapped in a towel for her body and one for her hair. Her body steamed a bit as she lay in her bed, closing her eyes and drifting off. When the morning came, she stretched and found her dress at the foot of the bed, clean and stitched. It was pulled onto her body once more and after she had readied herself, she left the room and went straight to the garden, bringing a cup of tea that she had asked the kitchen staff for. Peach simply sat in the rocking chair and sipped her tea, sighing with contentment as the sun shined in the sky.

Bowsette woke up in the cocoon, but didn’t struggle. She just watched as the servants brought in a new table and set it with plates and food. Her eyes drifted to his seat, waiting for him to come back.
 
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He decided he would have to put a few limits on their powers so things wouldn't get out of control, like what had brought them here. After all, despite a magical challenge from them being interesting, he didn't want any bad side effects to occur that would bring downfall to his rule.

He took a moment the next morning to see the mood of each in the looking globes. He chuckled a little seeing that the princess was back in the garden. That suited him fine, as it would give him privacy to be with Peach.

When he arrived in the dining room, he had the shadows let down Bowsette down carefully.

"I see you survived the night and calmed down."

He gave her a little smile before going to sit down at the dining room table as the servants brought out breakfast for Bowsette.
 
Her eyes had immediately locked on him as he had entered. "Yeah... You're lucky I didn't have to go to the bathroom. You really would have regretted it then." she grumbled as her feet touched the ground, sitting in a chair and scooting herself up to the table.

She looked like she really wanted to say something, but stopped, shoving some bacon into her mouth and chewing with mild annoyance. Eventually she swallowed and looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, just so you know, I'm not giving up. If I'm guessing right, we might be here for a couple years at least. That's plenty of time for me to keep trying and for you to eventually come around to my way of thinking. That's all I'm sayin' about it." Having said what she had probably been thinking up all morning, she started to eat more of her eggs.

A bit of egg-yolk dripped onto one of her breasts and ran down just a little bit before she noticed, collected it with her finger, and licked it off.
 
He chuckled softly for a moment at bowsette's words and actions.

"Perhaps that is true, but there will have to be many things to happen for such a thing to pass. Proving yourself worthy to be more is one."

He didn't sit down at the table, but took a few moments to inspect the table that had been brought in to replace the broken one. Intricately carved and wonderful craftsmanship brought a smile to his face for the time being. He grazed his claws lightly along the tabletop without scratching it before looking at Bowsette. He was sure she would love for him to bend her over and fuck her senseless, but that would have to wait. His mind was set on Peach to begin breaking her in.

"Try not to get too bored for a bit. I have to deal with other business."

He watched her for a moment longer before making his way to the garden.
 
"Easy Peasy." Was the muffled answer he got as she chewed her food. She looked up when he didn't sit down and rolled her eyes at his explanation. "Go on, then. Do your lordly duties or whatnot."

Princess Peach lowered her floral teacup from her pink lips back onto the little plate she was holding and looked up at his approach. "Breakfast time already? That's a pity. I feel as though my time is much better spent here." There was a little table next to her with a candlestick and several matches; this was where she set down her tea. She had anticipated the darkness of the cave and had brought one with her. The tea had been set down on the floor in front of the painting-entrance in order for her to light it, but it all worked out.

There was not a speck of mud on her skin from last night, and her lustrous golden hair shined in the light. The dress was back to its form-fitting self since one of the servants had cleaned and repaired it, but it as much as they had tried, there was no way to fully hide the fact that the dress had been ripped around her legs.
 
He chuckled softly for a moment as she mentioned about breakfast time.

"Yes, this is the time when breakfast had been served. However, I doubt you would want to eat anything considering how you have been the past day or so."

He did look her over for a moment, seeing how she had been cleaned up from the night before. The thought of having to shackle her ankles in addition to her dress did come to mind, but something to be done later. He moved up behind her, laying his hands lightly on her shoulders.

"I am in no hurry to get you to the table, so we might as well enjoy the time here."

His claws flexed gently against her, but didn't press into her skin. He did trace lightly with one claw, the tattoo responding by sending gentle waves of pleasure through her body for several moments.
 
"Yes, you are correct, then." Peach answered. She was surprised that he was simply letting her do what she wanted by ignoring breakfast and staying in the garden. Usually it seemed that he would be more domineering than this. Perhaps he was tired from the activities yesterday.

Her eyes watched him warily as he crossed over toward and then moved to stand behind the chair. She really didn't like the idea of him standing behind him, especially since he could be unpredictable at times, and it made her feel exposed.

"Oh... Well then maybe you would feel more comfortable sitting than standing." Peach suggested, nonchalantly as she felt his claws on her shoulders. The tips of his claws extended gently massaging her skin, not unlike a cat that wanted to start to knead with its paws. He made no such motions of kneading yet, though, one of his claws simply moving against her skin.

She let out a small surprised breath as to her own confusion, she felt her body start to become warm and sensitive. Her nipples started to poke into the fabric of her dress, while she felt a tingling between her legs. It almost felt like she could feel hands fondling her and sliding against her skin. Peach gulped and shifted in her seat, feeling a little bit of liquid leak onto her panties. She realized the feelings were radiating out from her chest where her tattoo was, and she wondered if it was related to the surge she had felt in the marketplace. Whatever it was, it was certainly his doing.

"Please remove your hands from my shoulders... I fear I am not feeling well and may need to retire." Peach said in a slightly strained voice.
 
He grinned as he watched her shift in her seat, seeing her nipples stiffen against the dress. He didn't remove his hands, just keeping them on her shoulders to keep her in place.

"No, I think this will be just fine."

His claw continued to slowly knead against her skin. The tattoo began to pulse softly, slow waves of pleasure weaving through her slender, curvy body. They radiated outward to the tip of her fingers and toes to the top of her head. They slowly increased in tempo and rhythm as time passed.
 
Peach attempted to leave, but never got the chance to even leave her seat as his firm claws held her in the chair. Her breathing picked up a little as the waves started to slowly become more intense, stimulating not only her breasts and nether region, but also every inch of her skin.

She started to squirm in the chair as the pleasure continued to flow through her. Now panting, she dared not open her legs for fear of her fluids spilling out to completely soak her undergarments. A moan escaped her soft lips, causing her to clasp one of her hands over her mouth in embarrassment. It almost felt as though her body was enveloped in shadows that sought to drive her to the edge.

Her other hand gripped the arm of the chair with white knuckles as the intensity further picked up. She had never felt like this and felt helpless against the powers that stimulated her body.
 
He chuckled softly as she attempted to stifle her moan behind her hand. He continued the waves of pleasure at the same intensity for several more seconds before lessening the intensity. He wasn't going to overload her just yet, but letting her enjoy it slowly.

"That's it. There's nothing wrong with what you feel. Just relax and enjoy it. I won't hurt you at all."

He leaned down, licking his tongue along her earlobe for a moment before straightening back up as he continued to pleasure her.
 
She slumped in the seat just a bit, catching her breath as the waves weren’t quite as strong. She still felt as though she were strapped into a ride on which she only continued forward, but at least the bumpy party was behind her for now. It again felt like her body was being gently caressed by lazy ocean waves of bliss.

Peach whimpered as she felt his tongue on her ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She wondered for a brief moment how long it truly was. “I’m not afraid of you hurting me...It’s just a matter of principle. I won’t let you do as you please with my body without my permission.” A single stronger wave of pleasure pulsed and her hand did little to muffle the moan she let out. “I’m not someone with which you can simply do as you please... ooh...”

She wanted to resist or to fight back, but how did one do so with a power they couldn’t see or touch? She didn’t even have her own magic to contend with him.

Besides, it felt so good that something at the back of her mind whispered to her that she should just give in and let him have his way with her. This thought frightened her; she was a princess, and she wasn't going to give in so easily. Peach tried to put her hands on his to lift them off, but couldn't find the strength. Instead her hands rested on his, trembling just a little from a mix of fear, anger, embarrassment, lust, and pleasure.
 
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He chuckled at her words about not being his to do with as he pleased. He watched her hands go to his, feeling her trembling. He shifted his not magic using hand, a claw tapping at her collar.

“This says otherwise my princess.”

His breath is hot against her skin as he speaks before licking along the side of her face once more. The waves of pleasure picked up a little faster, but still gentle. His non using hand slipped down over her right breast to push beneath her dress. His hand closed over her breast, kneading gently with his claws on her soft flesh. His palm rubbed over her nipple slowly.
 
“A collar... doesn’t mean... anything.” She struggled to say, panting between words as she struggled not to moan and move her hips.

Peach’s eyelashes fluttered quickly before closing as his slick tongue made itself known to her. His tongue almost felt like electricity buzzing against her cheek the way it made her skin tingle.

She could feel it picking up a bit again, tickling and teasing her as though there were feathers gliding across her back, stomach, legs... and all the rest. Back in her own land, magic was never used for this kind of thing since it was primarily for fighting. It was a curious thing how he seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply to her body to coax it further and further along.

And then she felt his hand slither into her dress to fondle her breast. Her nipple was pointing straight forward, so he had no difficulties in making her moan out for a moment. The feeling of his glossy black scales against it was amazing, causing her to instinctually arch her back to push her breast into his gentle claw.

To her dismay, this movement caused her legs to open a bit, letting her juices soak her underwear. It was now warm and drenched as it pressed against her chaste cunt.
 
He paused his licking as she arched upward and opened legs. He growled deeply with pleasure as her scent of arousal was allowed to be freed, inhaling deeply. He licked up and down her slender neck for a few seconds before speaking.

“Such a wonderful smell and taste from my princess.”

He kept the flow of waves at the same measured pace as he added another focal point, her swollen clit. Soft ripples flowed up and down slowly through the sensative nub. His hand continued to massage and knead her supple breast.
 
Peach shook her head slightly, a little humiliated that he could smell how wet she was between her legs. She tried to close them, but found that she had no strength in her legs anymore either.

A loud whimper of pleasure was heard as her clit started pulsing with waves of bliss as well. It was almost as though her body started to move on her own, her hips rolling just a little as her torso followed suit. Her chest started pushing against his hand in a gentle rhythm, as her head cane back to rest against the back of the chair. Her dainty face was pointed toward the sky as she was accosted with his magic.

Since he had moved his hand out from under hers to explore her body, her hand now gripped the arm of the chair, giving her a little leverage for her movements. She let out soft little moans as it continued, feeling her will slowly slipping from her grasp.
 
It had surprised him that she forgone wearing a bra today, since she had the day before. He wondered if she had been subconsciously trying to tell him something. Pushing that aside, he was enjoying the way she was reacting to his stimulation.

He released her breast from his grasp, pulling it out. He teased her for a moment pinching each nipple through the fabric of the dress. Once he did that, he used a claw to slice down her dress from the neck to her waist pulling it open to admire her beautiful body so far.

“Wonderful.”
 
Peach cried a little feminine yelp as he pinched her rosebuds through the fabric. He could feel her squirming from the pressure of his fingers, but knew it was only because it felt positively lovely.

The slice to her dress jarred her enough for her to surface through the haze a bit. “This isn’t right...I’m... I’m... ” Immediately following this sentence, she groaned as a gentle breeze caressed the exposed pale skin of her torso. The sun beamed down and warmed her a bit, but her body was already hot from all of this sexual energy. The coolness of the air only made things feel more intense.

She had meant to say that she was a princess, but she found that words weren’t coming as easily to her now that her body ached with desire.
 
He grinned for a moment at her words. He decided to fill in her sentence with his own words. His eyes looked around for a moment as he whispered in her ear.

“My princess...You are Daddy’s princess.”

He moved around beside her, picking her up in his arms. He carried her over to a soft flowerbed of lillies, flowers to deflower her in. He laid her down before hovering over her chest with his face. His tongue farted out, lapping at each hard nipple for a moment before wrapping his lips over her right breast and suckling. He kneaded and massaged her other breast as he dragged his other claws lightly back and forth over her taut, pale stomach.
 
"Wha... what are you saying?" she breathed, confused and shocked. "You're not... I'm not..." His strong arms were felt scooting under her as he gathered the princess in his arms and relocated her to a more scenic location.

It was very picturesque, Peach laying before him with her golden locks spread out beneath her sensitive body. Her chest rose and fell as her large youthful breasts jiggled a bit from being put down. The princess's skin was so smooth and soft, her breasts a perfect example of that. The white lilies almost gave her an aura of purity as she gazed up with her bright blue eyes.

She was vaguely aware of him kneeling over her before he started to lick her nipples. Peach moaned as he latched on to her breast to play. It was hard to believe that one moment she had been drinking tea in a chair in the garden and now she had the lord of the castle ravishing her with his mouth in a flowerbed. Her arms came up to his head, caressing it. They were supposed to push him off, but once again her body wasn't responding the way she wanted to and was overall weak.
 
He growled softly as he felt her hands caressing his head as he suckled on her breast. He soon switched nipples between his mouth and hand, enjoying the taste of her sweet body. It boosted the intensity of the waves just a little as well.

His twin cocks were erect and ready, but he wasn’t yet. His hand moved from her stomach downward, a claw slicing the dress further down to her knees. He moved his hand to her wet panties, tracing gently over her clothed pussy lips and clit.
 
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