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The Forbidden Game	By : CGH Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 29290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-The Forbidden Game
- 1
The Forbidden Game
Echoes of a slamming door rang through the dank dungeon. A blonde woman
clad in a pink gown stood in the arch of moonlight coming through the barred
window.
Peach sighed, her blue eyes twinkling in the dim illumination. She rubbed
a knot out of her bicep. A Koopa Trooper handled her roughly this time.
That was to be expected. She gazed out at the starry sky while the moon
tracked across the window. The air stank of sulfur and brimstone from the
volcanic mine far below.
Suddenly, the wall on her left slid backwards and opened. Peach felt
huge, clawed hands grasp her shoulders. Without looking she could see him
in her mind's eye - his muscles, his green and orange skin, his hard shell,
his spiked choker and armbands and his flame-colored hair. The strong hands
moved up and down her arms in slow circles.
He rumbled, "It's been awhile, my Peach."
Leaning back, Peach replied, "I know..." she turned to meet a pair of
burning eyes, "...Bowser."
Bowser's lips curled up in a half grin that bared one fang. "Was your
performance convincing?"
"It always is."
He chuckled and she felt his muscular arms ripple. "How long until those
pesky plumbers show up?"
"Morning at the earliest." said Peach, smiling.
"Great!" Bowser encircled her hand in his beefy fingers and led her
towards the secret passageway. "If anybody happens to see us---"
"I know...I need to look scared."
Another low chuckle. Peach let Bowser lead her into the passage and
the wall ground shut.
The game between Peach and Bowser remained so secret that neither the
Mushroom Kingdom nor Bowser's own men knew it was going on. It started
the first time Bowser kidnapped her. She let herself flash back.
That first time...he grabbed her himself, his huge hands so strong
she felt his claws through the fabric of her white nightgown and the liquid
motion of his muscles when he carried her away in the dead of night. Everyone
else always acted so gentle with her. Bowser was not. He handled her rather
roughly. And his size - even in heels she would only come up to his chest!
He could break her in half if he wanted to, and he threatened to do just
that unless she stopped squirming. It wasn't until he dumped her in the
bushes behind a back wall that she got her first look at his face. So different,
he reminded her almost of a dragon wearing a spiked turtle's shell.
"I've been watching you for months," Bowser had said to her. He had
a strange, growling accent, as if the Mushroom language wasn't his first.
He sounded like a ruffian. Then he bent down and ran his claw down the
side of her face. His skin felt hot and scaly against her cheek. "I, Bowser,
King of the Koopas, want to make you mine. Marry me."
"My kingdom..." Peach trembled.
"What about it? We can rule it."
"Y-you just want to conquer it!" she cried.
"I could do that, too." he said, curling his lips away from his fangs.
He turned his head to look down at her and the light of an outdoor sconce
flashed over his features. His eyes were dilated and hungry. "But you're
what I really want."
"I'm not some object to toy with!" Peach jumped to her feet, snarling.
She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his huge fist.
In one smooth motion he pushed her arm behind her back and kissed her.
He tasted like fire and smoke and his tongue invaded her mouth with hot
wetness. She felt something press against her stomach. It was his giant,
meaty, turtle-like phallus. His penis extended nearly sixteen inches straight
out. At first the size of it scared her. Then her eyes wandered to Bowser's
spiky, dome-shaped green shell. Of course - his race probably had sex from
behind. How else would they get around those bulky shells? Her eyes traced
his long penis to the slit between his legs from which it protruded. No
visible testicles.
He followed her gaze. "What?"
"You don't have any...um...dangly bits."
"What?" he burst out laughing. "Now why would I let my future children
dangle in the line of attack? Believe me, my little Princess, I have them.
Here." he took her hand and guided it to the base of his penis. She felt
two distinct bulges nestled firmly in a meshwork of ligaments and muscles.
His lips curled away from his teeth. "Hmm...your hand feels good right
there."
Peach froze. Why did she have her hand on this guy's balls? She blinked,
watching his penis thump gently in time with his heartbeat.
Bowser definitely WASN'T like the other suitors who pursued her.
He was brutish, a ruffian, a savage...everything a princess was supposed
to avoid in a man.
Peach always was a rebel. Without a word she fell to her knees and
sucked him until he exploded.
...and thus their "game" was born. It was so simple that Peach wondered
how no one figured out she let Bowser kidnap her. They'd run off
to his castle and make love. Keeping the secret was part of the game. Bowser
and Peach had been lovers ever since he kidnapped her for the first time.
Sucking the hard penis of a strange being she didn't even know...it was
the most forbidden, dirty and exhilarating thing she had ever done. And
she loved it! No one telling her what to do! No one telling her it was
wrong! No one forcing her to act prim and proper!
Of course, Bowser kept his image up by crashing her castle with wild
proclamations of love. Peach always pretended to be disgusted in public.
In private, she relished in his compliments. Not even Mario had a clue.
The heat of Bowser's hand brought Peach back to the present. They slipped
undetected into his large chambers. Bowser was a conceited creature - the
walls were all decorated with pictures of him. The grays of his chambers
were only broken by the red sheets on his giant bed and the matching curtains
pulled shut over the windows.
Bowser slammed his door and bolted it. Then all was silent. Peach and
Bowser gazed at each other, breathing heavily in anticipation. Suddenly,
Bowser snatched the princess up to his level and pressed a bruising kiss
onto her small lips. Peach wrapped her arms around his neck. His scales
tickled her palms and she pushed her fingers just under his hard shell.
The skin there was soft and extremely sensitive to her touch. She heard
him moan into her mouth.
"Damn you," Bowser growled, "Always making me want you...my dear little
princess."
Peach giggled, "Now you have me."
"Yesss," his fingers worked the tiny buttons on the back of her dress.
"You dirty bastard," she purred. "You disgusting, slimy lizard. How
dare
you kidnap me just to fuck me like I'm a whore." The dirty talk caused
his green and tan face to flush. She knew that excited him. His fingers
worked faster to pull her dress off and she went on, "If you keep this
up, I just might scream."
"I certainly hope you do. After all, it has to be convincing." With
a final yank, Bowser peeled Peach's dress away from her body. She lifted
her lower half and let him slide the voluminous pink fabric gently off
her lithe frame. This time around, she'd traded her usual corset for bloomers
and a simple white under slip. Her hardened nipples stood out through the
flimsy fabric. Before Peach could move, Bowser's head lowered. He sucked
her left nipple through the fabric, causing it to grow damp with his hot
spit. Peach gasped and shoved herself deeper into his mouth. Bowser grunted
as he suckled hungrily. He moved to her other breast. The fabric he just
vacated became cold and transparent, offering a clear view of her hard,
pink nipple.
She wriggled out of her under slip and cried out, "You filthy pillager!"
"Mm, no, this," he touched between her legs, "is pillaging."
his finger massaged her through her thin bloomers, which were already damp
with her arousal. She wiggled from his touch and his huge hands grasped
her hips to hold her down. "Be still, my little Peach, we wouldn't want
my dick to 'accidentally' fall into your pussy now, would we?"
"No, we wouldn't want that. I'd be defiled."
They snickered. Bowser gently tugged Peach's underwear down. He had
to be careful not to rip any of her undergarments - part of the game was
to make Peach appear completely unharmed. Rips on her dress could be easily
explained. But her undergarments? That would give everything away.
At last, Peach found herself naked under Bowser's muscular body. He
bent to kiss her, then began swirling his smooth tongue down the length
of her body to her crotch. Pausing there, he glanced up. Peach did not
miss the softness in his russet gaze. The softness became wickedness. He
impaled her with his long, pointed tongue. Heat from his breath and saliva
assaulted her senses. She threw her knees over his shoulders, pressing
her vulva against his snout. His tongue swirled around, did figure eight's,
moved swiftly in and out and finally retracted behind his dagger-like teeth.
She shot him a flushed, disappointed look because she was seconds from
having a huge orgasm.
"Bowser!" Peach moaned. Her insides throbbed for him.
"Not yet." Bowser stood up. His pink erection came to level with Peach's
face, wet with lubrication fluids. She took it wordlessly into her mouth.
The shiny goo all over his erection tasted like the sugar glaze topping
a donut. At the tip, he was salty. Peach liked this combination of flavor.
She kissed her way down his hot shaft, then licked her way back to the
tip, careful to stick her tongue into the slit on the end. Bowser growled,
his jaws parted and his eyes fell half shut. He tossed his head back and
ground his hips against her mouth. Peach loved it when he did that - it
let her see his muscles in full definition. Torch light suited him perfectly.
She stopped sucking him when she felt his penis get harder. He always
hardened more when he neared his completion.
"Peach!" Bowser cried.
"Not yet." Peach shook a finger at him. She stood up on the bed, shoving
her perky breasts in his face. Her left nipple had no where to go except
straight into his mouth.
He suckled hungrily, pausing only to say, "You wicked princess." Then
he grabbed a handful of her firm butt. Perky, just like her boobs. She
demanded that he spank her, so he did, the sound of his scaly palm slapping
her backside echoing across the room. A rose-colored print the exact size
and shape of his hand appeared across her ass. "That's for being so naughty."
he nipped her neck, "That's for being so damn sexy..." and finally, he
leaned up to softly kiss her, "...and this is for coming on such short
notice."
"I'm always available for you, Bowser." Peach's cheeks flushed darker
pink. Bowser was a naturally rough fellow, and she knew that it took him
great restraint to speak like that and be this gentle. He licked his lips,
crossed his bushy eyebrows and flashed one of his cocky alligator grins.
She grabbed his spiked choker and pulled him into another kiss. He grasped
her backside in both of his huge hands. Her delicate fingers came down
and guided him towards the moist Heaven between her legs. The fullness
felt painful at first and there was no way he could fit his entire piece
inside.
Bowser always took care never to hurt her. He even warned her that koopa
mating practices were often quite rough and to let him know if he caused
any unwanted pain.
Peach felt Bowser lay her back onto the bed. Her lower half was right
at the edge of the mattress, which stood level to his crotch. With this
movement, she felt every inch of his erection moving against her slick
inner walls.
"Oh, you beast," she gasped, egging him on. "You terrible, horrible
monster!"
Smirking, he pulled out and slowly pumped forward. He leaned over to
rest one hand on the bed. The other hand fondled her breasts, making them
jiggle. She suckled on the pad of his pinkie finger. His scales tasted
like salty ash and had little give against her teeth. Then he rotated his
hips between thrusts and she quivered in delight. Ohh, he felt so good.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Peach immediately went into her act. "For the last time, no! I'm not
giving you the Mushroom Kingdom!"
Bowser shoved his tongue into her ear. He growled. A passionate growl,
but menacing to anyone passing by outside. "Why are you always so stubborn?
Always making me...thrust myself in and out of your life like this!"
"Oh..." she moaned softly, then shouted, "You�you monster! How many
times must I say no? You still come back for more! Always...taking me like
this..."
"You are such a handful!" He bent and greedily kneaded her breasts.
"Oh, stop pumping yourself up so big!" Peach writhed from the tingles
he sent shooting between her legs. "You�arrogant...jerk! Oh..." Her innards
swelled and turned inwards. The walls of her vagina gripped him more tightly
as her climax neared. She glanced up at Bowser's face and saw his lips
pulling away from his teeth. The fire in his eyes consumed her.
Another noise sounded in the hall. Peach closed her legs to stop him
for a moment. If they climaxed now, there would be no hiding what they
were really doing. It'd be game over. "Bowser...go see if anyone is still
out there."
Bowser rolled his eyes, but agreed. Peach felt his member slip from
her trembling hole as he walked unsteadily towards the door. He cracked
it open and stuck his head out. Then he closed and re-bolted it. "It's
just a bunch of bats flapping around the ceiling in the hall! Now," he
turned from the door, cracking his knuckles, "where were we?"
Peach got onto her hands and knees and stuck her rear up in the air.
She looked over her shoulder, grinning cheekily, giving her backside a
shake. Bowser's invasion left her pink entrance dripping wet with their
combined arousal fluids. She saw how his hard penis twitched at her posture.
A strange grin crossed his saurian features. Peach faced forward again,
hearing him come closer. But it wasn't his hardness that invaded her. No,
instead, she felt the hot wetness of his tongue slithering across her swollen
clitoris and labia. The tip of his nose was right up against her butthole,
his moist breath tickling the sensitive, puckered skin.
"Oh!" Peach's eyes crossed at the surprise attack from Bowser's tongue.
She felt him spread her labia open with his thumbs and his snout pressed
more earnestly against her butt. His tongue continued to swirl all around
her opening, occasionally dipping inside. She felt herself spiraling towards
a hard climax. He seemed aware of this and the movement of his tongue became
more frenzied.
"Scream for me," he said.
"Oh..." Peach bit her lip as the heat between her legs spread into her
pelvis and throughout her body, causing her muscles to spasm. The sheets
were soon bunched in her fists. "BOWSER!" she cried.
"Yessssss," he hissed between licks.
The second her orgasm ended, Bowser flipped her over onto her back.
His slick, long erection once again pushed into her soaked vulva, spreading
her vaginal canal wide. She was still sensitive, moaning for each inch
he moved.
Bowser paused, though his face held the same fierce wildness that first
captured her heart. "Am I going in too rough?"
Peach's blue eyes met his russet ones, blinking. Her breasts heaved
as she exhaled. She gently cupped his cheek, drawing him down into a kiss.
"No." she whispered against his mouth. "But you've been working so hard...you
should sit down."
Confused, he slid out and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked
comical with his erection sticking up into the air. Peach nipped the end
of it and flipped herself around to straddle his lap. Without breaking
eye-contact, she lowered herself onto his stiff rod.
Bowser's eyes almost rolled into his head. He leaned back on his hands,
giving her complete freedom to do whatever she wished. Peach grinned at
this. She didn't just move up and down; she moved in circles and figure
eight's, thrusting her chest out so he could watch her breasts jiggle.
Signs of his nearing peak came in the form of longer growls, his claws
bunching the sheets and his member growing thicker.
Suddenly, Bowser grabbed her hips and flipped over, pinning her beneath
him. His face pinched in a rictus of pleasure and he tossed his head, flipping
his orange hair out of his eyes. He pounded into her just hard enough to
make the bed shake. "My Peach..." he growled.
Peach arched into his hips. The deep, powerful thrusts reached all the
way to her cervix and carried her to a second, stronger orgasm. She wailed,
losing control of herself, "My Bowser! Oh! OH! BOWSER! Ah!"
"My...love..." He panted, gazing into her eyes, their faces inches apart.
She was still in the throes of orgasm, and kissed him sloppily. It was
little more than their open mouths rubbing together, forcing them to breathe
each other's breath. His big hands fisted in the sheets until the fabric
ripped. "You're mine, mine...mine�" he snarled possessively with
each rough thrust, his accent thickening until his voice morphed into the
growling rumble of his native tongue. "MINE!" Then his muscles
bulged as he pulled out and erupted all over her chest with a strangled
roar that echoed through the palace. Anyone who heard it scurried for a
hiding place. Everyone...except for Peach. She worked his erection in her
hand without breaking eye contact. She was fascinated by the cocking action
of his penis pushing the sperm out. One wad of it shot out and hit her
in the chin. His hot seed smelled like salty brimstone and was as thick
as pancake batter. White strings of it still clung to the pointed tip of
his softening erection.
Bowser grunted and curled up on his side, pulling Peach to his chest.
If getting his own sperm all over his front bothered him, it didn't show
in his contented expression. Peach relished in his claws softly petting
her hair. Once again, he was being gentle just for her. She ran her hand
over the rough scales on his bicep while enjoying the feel of his strong
arms wrapped around her.
"We should clean up," he said.
Peach sighed, reluctantly agreeing. Bowser slid off the sheets and retreated
into a chamber next to his luxurious bed. Peach followed. His shower was
just a stone stall and a meshwork of pipes ending in a spout overhead.
The water came from the reservoir already heated by the lava(Peach discovered
the koopas actually used coolers to make water cold, opposite to how it
worked at home). He glared momentarily at the pipes and who they reminded
him of. Peach just stood in the doorway. Her hair was a tangled mess and
she had semen still clinging to her breasts. She didn't care. She just
watched the water pour over Bowser's green face and golden-hued muscles.
A corner of her mouth tipped upwards.
"Mind if I join you?"
He blinked. "Princesses don't do that!"
Her smile widened. "I know. But I don't think I'm done with you."
And within a split second, Peach found herself pinned against the stone
wall with Bowser thrusting into her tight box. This time they climaxed
together under the hot spray. Then they washed each other thoroughly. After
the shower, Bowser helped Peach dry her hair. She had scarcely put her
dress back on when an explosion echoed through the outside corridor. Bowser
grabbed her hand and hauled her back to the secret passage leading to the
dungeon. He pushed Peach through, closed the secret entrance and shoved
the barred door open.
Once outside the cell, he grabbed a pot from the corner. It housed a
budding Piranha Plant.
"Peach," Bowser said, "Quick, crack this over my head."
Peach saw why Bowser told her to do it - his hair was still wet from
their shower. She grabbed the pot and hurled it at Bowser's head. It shattered
on his horns, splattering water all over him and the floor. Mario burst
through the door at that moment. His red overalls were singed around the
edges and scuff marks covered his brown shoes.
"Get back, Bowser!" Peach shrieked for effect. "Mario, help!"
"Bowser! You-a never learn-a do ya?" Mario's Italian accent echoed through
the dungeon.
"You're a pain in the ass, plumber!" Bowser spat a stream of fire between
Mario's feet. The little plumber deftly front-flipped over the flames and
smashed his foot into Bowser's forehead. Bowser stumbled backwards, wrapping
a possessive arm around Peach. She wanted to melt into his grasp again.
Instead, she struggled.
"Put me down, you monster!"
Bowser bent to whisper in her ear, "You look sexy when you squirm."
She almost giggled, but managed to feign offense, "You're disgusting!"
"Last-a chance, Bowser! Let-a her go. There's a fire flower in-a my
pocket." Mario said, his voice growing less jolly. He reached for his back
pocket.
Peach lightly stomped Bowser's foot with her heel, their secretly-agreed
signal for him to let her go. While Bowser pretended to hop around in pain,
Peach ran to Mario's side. "Mario! Oh, thank goodness!" she sobbed, "They
came while I was getting ready for bed...Bowser wanted to force me into
a wedding!"
"Shh, it's-a all-a right now, a-Princess." Mario patted her back and
took her hand. He looked over his shoulder at Bowser, who was still clutching
his "injured" foot. "Ya better not-a move!"
"Fuck you and the pipe you came from," snarled Bowser.
The plumber gritted his teeth in anger. Peach could tell Mario wanted
to deck the Koopa King. But he stiffened his shoulders and escorted her
out instead, saying, "I'll-a fix you some-a pasta when-a we get a-back."
She nodded in reply and glanced back to smile at Bowser. He grinned and
winked, making a suggestive gesture with his tongue. Blushing, Peach faced
forward to follow Mario out of the castle. The little plumber had no idea
about how she spent the night. Bowser's troops reported that she'd been
in the dungeon the entire time, being terrorized by their king.
Dawn broke as Mario and Peach stepped out of the castle. She could still
feel Bowser's hands all over her skin, the fullness of his saurian phallus
thrusting into her and the wet aftermath of his climax. She would feel
those things again very soon. He was due to kidnap her again in two weeks.
And so the forbidden game continued.
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