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Mario's Harem Diaries	By : SniperJoe Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 34545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2
Peach
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I save Peach on a routine basis. A lot of people think that I get paid for that. I really don’t. Others think that I get something less tangible from Peach herself. Such as her romantic favor, or title, or a land. The truth is I don’t want anything from her, for that. I keep that separate.
Peach is mine. I could say that I own every inch of her nubile body. I was almost obsessed with it. I know… it’s because of having one woman already taken from me. I won’t let anyone else have a square millimeter. Even Peach herself has to ask permission to pleasure herself.
But it’s not because I save her life all the time.
Although Peach herself might think differently.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Some time after the thing with Pauline, I was called in by the King for a plumbing job at the castle. It turns out there were Koopas invading through the pipes and long story short, I got involved with Peach, the Koopas, and the kingdom at large.
At the end of the whole mess I gave the then retiring king my invoice, exactly for the plumbing work.
Because I remembered her.
We’d known each other from young. We first met when we were babies being carried around by Yoshi clans.
I’m not saying that we grew up together. There’s always been a certain separation between class, and I didn’t really get involved in her life until the Koopas started to act up.
But I was really moved to meet such an old acquaintance. I guess bowser and even DK were there too.
I wondered if it were fate.
And I didn’t want to charge money for the battle to save my old friend. I didn’t see the need, and it didn’t bother me.
One has to understand, it’s not like Mushroom Kingdom is starving or anything. We’re an economic superpower. There’s money literally lying all over the place.
Well, that was the first time I saved her. It’s gotten kind of out of hand now. And let’s see…
She’s kidnapped… I guess about once a week
On average it takes about a day to save her. But for the other 6 days, we have a peaceful time as friends. You can’t go through all that we have, without ending up as dear friends.
To me, she was very precious. I became comfortable around her before I knew it. And I was relieved that she was totally different from the bitchy and then slutty Pauline.
I did tell her about my past at length. When Pauline came up, and my reasoning for the breakup, I tried to spare her the sordid details. Of course, I the fact of events were totally central to the issue, so I gave her an honest outline. Even that was enough to make her blush..
The story also made her worry, although I didn’t know at the time. It made her fear, and think, and forge herself into something unusual.
It all came to a head a few years into our acquaintance. I had just smashed Bowser’s shell apart and sunk him once more into Lava. The guy was unbelievably tough as usual. Until now, I still couldn’t finish him off.
Usually I conducted myself well when I rescued Peach. I presented an image of an immaculate Hero when possible. It’s just to put her at ease and protect her, if possible, from the thought that the danger of her life was real. I wanted to keep things pristine like a fairytale when possible, and preserve her innocence. A man has to show his unruffled side, for people to rely on him in comfort..
But I’d had a very long day.
The obstacles I’d faced had been tougher than usual, or perhaps I was off of my game for some reason. My overalls were tattered, frayed, and a little burnt. I was tired. I didn’t want to deal with any unnecessary shit.
She was trapped in a gilded cage, as she often is. Of course, it’s in the depth of a collapsing and molten castle.
I looked at her tiredly and ripped the damn thing apart with my hands. I didn’t have the key and today I wasn’t going to look for it.
Peach, who had been reaching out to me with a cheerful face and crying “Mario!” as usual, shrunk back from me. Her eyes were locked on my face. Did I have a scary expression?
Hm.
Peach herself is pretty good in a fight. But there was a reason she couldn’t constantly spring herself from captivity, and I did most of the heroism. She lacked simple physical strength, but it was more than that. She just didn’t have the raw capacity for violent struggle. I guess I showed her a jagged side of myself.
Yes, you’re kidnapped by a slightly scary Koopa race, and always put in the middle of molten death on all sides. And I, who constantly crushes all of those things, can be a little scarier than that if I feel like it.
She shouldn’t be unaware of it. I just try not to bring it up.
I just… couldn’t care at the moment.
“Do you have everything?” I asked gruffly. “We’re going home.”
“Um…” She said tentatively, her fingers lacing together nervously. “Actually… Mario….”
“Leave it.” I insisted with a frown. I didn’t even want to hear it. Besides, the walls were crumbling.
I took Peach by the wrist and she muttered behind me. She didn’t drag her feet or anything, so she consented. But she was obedient during rescue. That didn’t mean she wasn’t destitute.
“What was it?” I asked with a sigh.
“Mom’s necklace.”
I thought so.
“I told you not to carry that around with you.” I chastised.
“I’m sorry. I was caught when I was looking at it in my room.”
Her mom had passed away a long time ago. That necklace was worth more than her crown and I…
I couldn’t let that stay here, to fall quietly into the magma. I might have been mad if she’d bothered me about it. But she brought it up because I asked She had been quietly following me out of the castle. She was different that way. She was a good girl.
“Hold on tight.” I said tiredly, picking her up in a princess carry. I felt her arms wrap around my neck and her face nestle into the crook of my neck demurely.
Hmm...
I guess I have about five minutes to look through this crumbling castle, with fire and enemies, and debri everywhere.
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I lost a shoe somewhere.
They were really good shoes, too. Fundamentally speaking, they have to be tougher than bullet bills, since I stomp bullet bills to death. Not cheap.
How’s my hat?
...Hat’s fine.
I take inventory of myself as we walk away from what’s left of Bowser’s most recent castle.
I’m pretty beat up, but Peach is pristine as usual. Well, I played things out that way. So it’s a successful rescue, I thought.
She’s holding her mother’s necklace preciously.
She looked a little downcast, and spoke quietly. “You’re so good to me.” She said. And: “I’m sorry I’m trouble.”
It’s no big deal, I would usually say.
Today, I was too tired. I simply directed us to the nearest town, and booked the closest place for the night. One bedroom? Whatever, I’ll sleep on the floor. I just needed a shower.
After washing away the day, I felt revitalized, so that was good.
I really wondered about the place I rented though. They had an amazing selection of soaps and perfumes in the bathroom. The bedroom had a plush and pink bed laid out. And the fridge was already stocked with all sorts of things.
From the outside, this place didn’t seem so auspicious. But I guess I did pay a bit for it.
Whistling as I walked back into the main room with a towel on, I made it three steps before I stopped dead, and another part of me came to life.
On the lush green carpet before the large pink bed, the most beautiful woman in Mushroom Kingdom was kneeling while covering her modesty as best she could. Her thin arms could barely cover her perky breasts and the space between her legs, as she blushed a shade to match her namesake. Her crown was off. Actually, she was totally naked. Her mother’s thin, gold necklace was the only thing she wore.
My mouth ran dry. “... P-Peach?” I croaked out as I walked to stand before her.
What the hell?
“What’re you doing?”
“Wh-Whatever you want, Mario.” She said shyly.
Now those are words to drive any man mad with lust.
I was too hard, and my little mario down there popped through the folds of my towel as a response. On reflex, I was embarrassed but Peach gasped and before I managed to cover myself up, a smaller pair of dainty hands were there instead.
She touched me gently with a look of wonder and fear on her face. “That’s what it looks like? Mario… I - I don’t think it can fit. Does it get smaller?”
I was going to go mad if I didn’t have an explanation. Now.
I demanded of her.
“I thought it was time.” She said nervously. “After you brought me here. I thought you’d had enough.”
Enough?
“Enough waiting.”
I’m an idiot. This place was a Love Hotel. A hotel specializing in being available for sexual trysts. I didn’t realize.
So I took a girl to a place like this. Of course she got the wrong idea.
“Um… I don’t know how to say this. I always knew this day would come…” She said, still blushing and looking up at me without doing more than just… holding… my cock. “I wrote a speech, but I can’t… remember. Basically… thank you for saving my life all the time. I always felt bad, because you wouldn’t let us pay you. You should receive something and… and that something should be me. I’ll repay you with… with my body. My life. My heart…”
“You love me?” I asked weakly. I latched onto that.
She nodded shyly, keeping eye contact with me. “Um… I don’t know… what to do. I haven’t seen a thing before. I know most princesses receive lessons from books and teachers, but I rejected it all. I didn’t need general skills. I had a specific person whose preferences I worked towards. I wanted to be clean, for you so that you wouldn’t abandon me. I hope you’re happy with it.”
I would never abandon her, I said.
“You abandoned Pauline.”
Pauline’s being brought up here? What did she have to do with anything?
Hey, was her only idea about sex, the story I’d told her about my encounter with Pauline?
“I can do better than her.” She said gently. “If you give me the chance. If you tell me how. I’ll do anything you say. I won’t do anything you don’t say, with anyone else.”
Those words aroused something deep inside of me. Peach was still gently touching my hardness, but not in a sexual way. She explored as if in pure absent curiosity. But I noticed a bit of moisture to her touch. It was from when she was covering her crotch.
She was wet, the bitch!
For all her sweet act. No, she was sweet in reality. She was caring and carefully pure.
And she looked up shyly at me, and she was soaking wet!
It was a physical reaction. I had grasped her by the shoulders as if to pick her up and toss her on the bed. But when I saw her flinch, I froze.
I asked her if she was afraid of me.
“Of course.” She said softly. “I’ve seen how scary you can be. I count on it. It’s always saving me.”
I asked her if she loved me.
“From a long time ago.” She said gently.
I thought of pauline, against my will. I thought of her duplicity. I wondered if women changed when they got fucked. I knew that it was hard to forget the feeling of sex, from experience. That rush of domination and pleasure.
Would I ruin this pure woman if I went further? The last pure bastion in my life, could I sink that woman into depravity until she moaned and bucked, and chased cock from any willing race?
I felt a little sick at the thought of my Peach with anyone else. I decided I loved her, and I shook in place as I thought about how I could live with that.
Always kidnapped. A princess. A beauty. A symbol. That was peach. But if men chased her, she had to refuse them. If men raped her, I could live through that if she could steel herself and not enjoy it.
That’s selfish of me.
I was torn.
But I was in love. I was in lust.
I had to make this work, and I couldn’t keep her waiting. I had to give her an answer. I had to give her what she needed.
Just as I scaled any wall in my path, I had to find a way to settle my heart, and for us to be happy.
So first, I bent down slightly, still holding her shoulder with one arm, and lifting her chin with the other. I kissed her gently, and she squeaked. She squeaked again when our tongues met as I deepened the kiss.
She kind of wobbled in place, though she wasn’t even standing. It was her waist losing strength.
And as we parted, I saw the hazy look of adoration on her face. I told her: “Peach, you’re mine.”
“I… I’m yours.”
I ran my hand down her front, and she shivered. Pert breasts. Trim stomach. Shaved bush. I didn’t touch her folds. I teased around that place. I caressed her mere millimeters away, and nibbled on her neck. And she bucked and clutched at my back while gasping in surprise. I could tell she was totally new to the sensation.
I asked to make sure. Had she never touched herself there?
“N-Never. I - I was wai - ting… Mario!” She gasped. And when she gasped my name while clutching at my shoulders, she sounded different. She said ‘Mario’. It sounded, more than anything, like ‘Darling’ or ‘Lover’ or ‘Master’. One of those. All of them.
Good, I said. Don’t. It makes you feel good, so it’s mine. All of you is mine.
I looked her in the eye as I said this. And I saw her shiver through her whole body, and grit her teeth.
I asked if she was going to cum.
Gasping, she said she didn’t know. She had no idea.
Well, even if she had no idea, I knew. She was on the brink of climax. Every word turned her on more than I thought possible. Her whole body was flush, and pushed towards me on it’s own accord. She looked shy. She acted pure.
She actually was pure.
But my unfair words were an aphrodisiac to her. Like Pauline.
As she was at the crest of orgasm, I pulled away. She looked at me as if betrayed. “Mario?” She cried out shrilly.
I stood up coldly and sat on the bed. “If you’re good.” I said, and I patted my knee.
Before she finished standing up to follow, I told her to crawl.
And she almost came, just standing there. Her hands drifted towards her hot pussy but with a visible display of willpower, she resisted and fell to her knees. She crawled towards me and gazed up with a blush.
It was a different angle from normal. Ever since I left the shower, I’d been looking down at her, whereas in reality she was taller. It was nice.
“I’ll teach you everything.” I said, as I decided my course.
“Yes. Please.” She panted. “Please.”
“You’re wet. How do you normally deal with that?”
“I take a bath and wash the area with a shower head, or I wipe it with a cloth. I never… I never touch myself as close as you do.”
“But you get wet often?”
“Yes. Every time I see you.” She said quickly, confessing her dirty secrets. “And after every rescue. And…”
“You have a fucked up life Peach, and you’ve been suppressing your desires for a long time.” I determined. Something was wrong. Something was missing…. Oh? It flashed in my mind. Pauline moaning underneath DK, happy to be carried away and shoved onto the ground, and fucked against her will. Relishing in submitting to a beast’s excess power. “Do you get wet when you’re captured?” I asked seriously.
“N-No!” She said wide eyed.
I grabbed her and pulled her over my lap in one motion. WIthout hesitation, I spanked her roughly.
“Aeiiiii!” She screamed without reservation, in surprise and pain. And she looked over her shoulder at me in fear and with tears welling in her eyes.
And I could see her juices form a trail down her leg. I could feel her body shake as her chest heaved. I could feel her shake. Her skin was on fire. I ran a finger slowly down her spine and I knew she was closer to orgasm than anything. I could make her come at any moment. She loved it.
“Never lie to me.” I growled.
“I… I got wet.” She said in a tiny voice, looking over her shoulder. A chastised little girl confessing to her overseers.
“For bowser?”
“No! No! I don’t love him! I don’t like him! I don’t find him attractive!”
I pulled my arm back once more. “I warn you that I can spank even harder. And if that doesn’t work, I can do worse than that still. I can leave you behind just like Pauline.”
“Not that! Not that!” She cried out with a wild look in her eyes.
I felt… awful. “Tell me the truth.” I still said, for I had to know. “When did you get wet?”
“In the cage!” she cried out in desperation.
I blinked. I understood. It made perfect sense.
I brought my hand down harshly.
“Eeek!” Peach cried.
“You’re a dirty slut.”
“I - I’m clean! For you! I prom-promise!” She was panting because her body writhed from being spanked just like that.
“You’re a clean slut.” I agreed. “That wants to be dirty.”
“I won’t!”
“That’s right.” I said. “You won’t betray me. I forbid it. I’ll train you.” I said. “I’ll break into your castle in the middle of the night and tie you up, and fuck you.”
She looked at me, eyes wide, heart racing, mouth agape.
And she wouldn’t know it was me. But she would love it all the same. We both knew that she could hardly be expected to resist that. I said as much.
She looked scared, and excited, and guilty.
But we’d work through it. We’d train it out of her.. I’ll make her know my scent, and the feel of me inside her, and maybe she could come to hate everything else.
“Promise?” She asked in a small voice.
“Do you feel that emptiness, that makes you write on my lap? The thing that makes you buck your hips and lose your mind?”
“Y-Yes.” She breathed. “For years and years now.”
What willpower. It was to be admired and rewarded. “You’ll walk everywhere with my cum inside of you. You’ll already be too full and fucked to get aroused by any other man. I’ll keep you full to overflowing” I decided, when considering how to cover all bases.
And the pure princess dived into my arms and gave me a kiss like a five star whore. She wrung her hands through my hair, over my back, and ground her chest into mine. She moaned wantonly and gasped out professions of love and adoration. If she bucked her hips into my knee, she would have come. She was so close. She had been so close for so achingly long, that I knew she had to be resisting the urge to cum by her own volition.
But she held away, I knew, with incredible effort of will.
And I loved her for that. I would have to reward her for that. Not because I thought myself better than her. It was what she needed. I could tell.
She needed a collar on her neck and a cock up her cunt, and she wouldn’t be less for it. She was beautiful.
“I didn’t say you could get off of my lap.”
And she gasped. She eagerly dove back to position. But now I had to punish her. Instead of a slap, I lowered my hand and caressed her.
At first, she was confused.
Then, as I spoke and gently nudged at her lips - never penetrating - she would lose that confusion. She gasped, and moaned. Before long, she would lose all sense of self.
I told her: “You were a little naughty. And naughty doesn’t get fucked. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, Mario! Oh! There! Closer! Oh, please!”
I rolled her onto the small of her back, still on my lap. Panting, she had to hold upper body horizontal with abdominal strength. “Do you feel this?” I asked as I gently pulled back the hood of her clit, but did not touch her. “Good girls don’t only get teased.” I blew gently on her clit, and she whined as if I had stolen something grave from her.
“I-I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” She swore.
“You’ll belong only to me?”
“I do! I do!”
“You need me?”
“More than - than anything!” she cried, tears of need in her eyes. “I love you.” She repeated. “I love you.”
.”Good.” I said, picking her up and placing her onto the mattress, facing up. “Lie there, and think about me fucking you. And beg. Don’t come.” I warned. “Or I’ll send you home to the castle alone.”
She whimpered in cold fear, my little clean slut.
I got up and searched the love hotel. Behind me I could hear my soon-to-be lover whining in her cute attempts to talk dirty.
“Oh Mario. Um, my Mario. I need… you. I want you. I want to be… f-f
ull of you. I want your thing. I have since forever. T-Take me! Take me, take me, please! Make me your lover! I won’t restrain you to just me! I’ll help you get more! I won’t be jealous! I won’t be demanding! I’ll be whatever you want!“
Peach? What’s she talking about? She was… really desperate. Had I teased her too much?
“I want to be your pet, in a cage, that you take out and have s-sex with!“ She panted as she writhed, as if sensually dancing, while lying on the bed. She was on fire, craning her neck to keep an eye on me. My leaving her alone had, rather than cooled her, ignited even more desire for me. Exactly because I had been unreasonable.
Abandonment play, or something?
Well I knew what I wanted, and what she needed.
I returned to her, and her excited face lit up. She looked as if she would say something, but she fell silent as I taped her mouth shut. Her scream muffled, and her eyes were wide as saucers.
Her arms came up in reflex, but I caught them in my stronger arms, and I wrenched her wrists together behind her back as if hog-tieing her. And I cuffed her wrists together with some fuzzy pink cuffs.
Then I dragged her to her feet, although she kicked out at me, to stand before a full length mirror by my side. I stood behind her and held her in place, through her struggles.
Though she had made sexy conversation about oaths of servitude and a desire to be dominated, the natural fight or flight instinct was still live in her. That urge to get away. That fear. That regret. That basic desire to back out and choose freedom. After all, until now it had all been talk.
But I was not just about talk. I couldn’t bare to lose her as I had with Pauline and, though she was more pure by a mile, I saw too many similarities. That cancerous fear of losing her in the same way eroded my morality. My lust at her sweet breasts and flawless porcelain skin, glistening in sweat did nothing to dissuade me.
I would have her completely or not at all.
Now, let me be clear.
We were in a love hotel, not a jail cell. The tape was play tape, and the cuffs were play cuffs. If an average person were to really, really try, it was all guaranteed to break. And Peach, again, was actually fairly strong. She had weathered her share of adventure.
If anything, she was weak with crippling arousal. The second she heard the cuffs snap, I’m certain she came even if just a tiny bit.
And now, for every ounce of fear, she held two ounces of lust. Her pussy lips could be no more open in invitation. Her juices could flow no less.
And she stood weakly in front of me, probably wondering what she had gotten into. Whether she was safe. Whether I was safe.
And I told her my intention.
“I’m going to count to three.” I said in a rough voice. “Everything you need to escape is by the door. Either run, or become my plaything forever.” I said.
“Mnn! Mnn!” Was all she could say, of course.
“If you’re asking why, it’s because you’ve been such a good girl.” I whispered to her ear.
She looked at me as if I were more terrifying than a thousand Bowsers.
I was.
I counted.
One.
Two.
Three.
She was trying to say something, looking over her shoulder at me. But I made her face herself in the mirror. WIth one hand, my other hand crossed over her chest to caress her on the nape of the neck, where I thought I might place a collar. WIth the other hand I pinched her clit with progressing force, in time to the way I worked my hips as I slowly worked my cock into her tiny slit.Very much on purpose, I used no grip on her waist or arm to restrain her. It was just play. In fact it was a treat. It wasn’t about that.
It was a seemingly impossible fit, but as I pinched her roughly and she came for real, for the first time in her life, Peach opened up and barely accepted me in.
Her muffled orgasmic wails became mixed with a choking gasp, and the head that had snapped backwards in ecstasy, lolled down to gaze at her own opening, seeing me slowly pushing inside her.
“Oogh. Mppph! Mnnnnnnnnnnn….” Her moans trailed off as if she became too overwhelmed to even make noise. I flexed my shaft inside of her, feeling out that velvet, slippery vice. She was hotter than any woman I’d ever been with. Her whole body was burning up. I could see her sweat glisten in the afternoon light. I could make out throaty grunts begin as her body began to lurch as if her body wanted to escape me.
But I held her tight then, and made her lock gazes with me through the mirror. I told her one last time that she was mine. I told her that I loved her. And I tried to keep her gaze even as her eyelids fluttered and her pupils rolled back. Her whole body convulsed, and I had to hold her up. I fucked into her shuddering, writhing body with a steady sense of progress as I heard from my princess such screams of ecstasy that, if not for the gag, might have had serious social repercussions for us both. As it was, her head whipped side to side as her chest heaved, and she came. And came, and came. Her pussy undulating rapidly and greedily around me was one of the only reasons I made such excellent progress into her. The slipperiness of her constant stream of girl cum was another aid. The way she bucked her hips mindlessly… well, that was just an obstacle. But I pinned her against the mirror after a fashion, which only drove her wilder. The more I restrained her, the more she thrashed in hot lust and screamed, at a guess, my name. But I was stronger. I held her tight and controlled myself as not to damage her. God, she was like a vice!
When I finally bottomed out inside of her, she gave one final squeal and went completely limp.
I was holding her from behind, and had been more or less suspending her entire weight for some time. I’m a little shorter, so it was a little awkward.
But now I walked her over to the bed, and she squeaked a little behind her gag with every step. I spun her on my cock and placed her back on the mattress, which elicited a groan of satisfaction.
And I took off her tape, though not her cuffs, just to hear what she had to say.
She was in a daze of fulfilled desires, with her beautiful blond hair matted to her face. And she looked at me with utter adoration and I finally found out what she’d been screaming the whole time. “Thank you. I love you. I’m yours.”
“I love you too.” I said, kissing her on the forehead. You’re mine.”
I’d never seen her smile so beamingly, despite looking to have so little energy.
“But we’re not done.”
“E-Eh?” She asked, worried.
“This is where it starts.” I told her.
“M-Mario? It-It can’t get more. I… Ohhhh. I can still feel you inside. I ca-can’t believe you’re in me. I didn’t know I could be so full. I didn’t know… I was empty all this time.” She whispered lovingly. “And… And It can’t… mnnnn, oh, oh, it can’t get any better.” She said with a hint of huskiness in her voice. “I mean, I… I already can’t remember how I woke up this morning. How did I… live without… what was the point? Why did I deal with all those policies and … and there can’t be more.” She pleaded.
I did remember Pauline. I remember that, according to her, I broke her for other men. I broke her, even for herself. She complained after the fact, that I had reforged everything about her in that blistering pleasure.
But I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I was only a man.
I had gone through all of this, thinking of Peach. Manipulating her pleasure, in response to her years of faithfulness.
I was desperate by now, finally inside her. I was starved for her. I couldn’t be stopped.
I think she knew that from the look on her face. She had a small orgasm, as she looked at me in fear and excitement, her walls clutching at me once more. She winced as if in a sweet pain. “I-I’m tender.” She pleaded.
But, again, I was at my limit. She could tell, I think. She shuddered.
She began to clutch at the bedsheets as if such purchase could prepare her.
“I love you.” She whispered up at me again. “You’re perfect.”
“Don’t make too much noise.” I growled, and covered her mouth with mine. And I did no more ramping up. She had practically soaked the carpet of the hotel already. She was slick enough. I pulled out and she gasped into my mouth. I forcefully fucked her, and she was soon ripping the bedsheets, and screaming my name over, and over, and over again.
The first time I came inside of her, she lost herself and bit at my shoulder. I heard muffled “hot! So hot! So good! Oh, god, oh, Mario, oh! You’re filling me! You’ll put a baby in me! Oh! Ohhhhh!” In raving passion, she had broken her (admittedly designed to break) cuffs some time ago, and she clawed at my back as I fucked my first load of cum into her.
Her legs wrapped around my waist. She cried hot tears as her body shook in orgasm after orgasm. We lived in a world of fantastic events. A world of magic and fantasy. But Peach’s endless string of writhing, clawing, gasping, and pleading orgasms had to push some kind of limit. She always seemed on the last of her energy, but always found more to pant my name and arch her back weakly. She always bucked her hips feebly up to meet me, even after what (at least to me) felt like hours of pounding.
As I came inside of her for the second time, she became stuck on a loop. For some time, after her cries of lust had tapered off, she could only chant ‘cock, cock, oh, oh!” as I continued to pound her already cum filled pussy.
And moments when she begged. Many of those. For anything really. Slower, gentler, faster, please never stop, oh, I can’t take any more. I love you. I hate you. I need you. Never stop.
“I’m your pet!” She weakly cried. “Take - oh! Oh, you’re so deep! So deeeeep! I love ittttt! I’m - I’m your pettttt!” She would moan in a whining voice. “Put me in a cage! Take me out for sex! I - I want it! I need it! Don’t stop!” She cried in a voice that hinted at madness. “Oh, don’t stop when I ask! Oh, don’t stop ever! Put me - oh! ah! ah! - Put me in a cage! Take me! Tell me what to be! Do it to meeeee!” She whined at one point, even as her voice became hoarse, as I had her doggystyle, her breasts shoved into the mattress as I bore down on her. Glistening sweat shaking from her shuddering form.
Her line, ‘do it to me’, I found a little amusing. “Call it what it is.” I ordered in a relaxed tone. “You’re asking me to fuck you.”
“F-Fuck me.” She gasped, as if I had shown her a new world. She latched onto the word as her new favorite.
I began to understand that she had really just, on purpose, kept herself that naive and uneducated about the whole issue. She did that, for me. I was filled with a sense of love that, somehow, started to sooth my lust. And my vigorous fucking session, amidst my pet’s cries of “Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Please fuck me!” I determined that I should wind down for the night.
So I gave it to her, one more time, as rough as I could. I pulled at her nipples and I spanked her on the ass. I pounded her into the headboard, and made her chant all sorts of ridiculous oaths of sex slavery.
And Peach bucked more wildly than ever, in response, a flickering candle on the last of it’s fuel. She pounded on the wall with a tired fist as she squealed with all of her remaining strength, how deeply she needed me. She did this as I flooded her already full cunt once more with my cum. And, in the end, she fainted with my name on her lips.
I was not done. But it wasn’t about sex.
I stumbled upright and stretched my back. I looked down at my sweat covered, cum drooling, love of my life. And I picked her up and carried her to the bath. Where I washed her passed out body, marvelling once more in her perfect figure. I cleaned up properly, and laid her naked under the sheets beside me.
Suddenly, I remembered something. There was one last question on my mind. At some point she had been raving about how she would not be jealous of my other lovers. In fact she would help me if I asked. She rattled off names, of basically all the women we knew.
I couldn’t tell at all which parts were serious tonight. I didn’t really need anyone else, I thought, but I wondered about it.
And then I stopped. I was being stupid, when I had a beautiful woman to appreciate right beside me.
And I held her close, tenderly, and sat there for a few hours just… being happy.
Finally I fell asleep
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