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The heat of the lava below makes me shift, quivering slightly in the metal cage. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I let out a sigh. After a moment, I look around at the other captured creatures, all of whom are sleeping. Even the star-like shaped creature is floating back and forth slightly, snoozing away. I'm kinda glad that they're asleep, it's more than concerning how... fixated they are on the void and endless torment.

My inner thoughts are interrupted at the sound of stomping feet above me, coming from the rock bridge that hangs over us. I've already heard them enough times to know who they belong to, that scaled monstrosity with a royalty obsession. Moving back even further in my cage, my body outright shakes in fear as he draws closer and closer to me.

“Why...? Why doesn't she see?" The creature says with a growl, his voice deep with almost animalistic anger. “What do I have to do to show her?"

Looking up at the bridge, I can occasionally see his shell spikes from my vantage point. Taking a few seconds, I can only watch as he stops halfway across the walkway, placing his large hands onto the raised side, looking over his caged prisoners. He takes a long breath, before sighing, his whole frame seems to sinking slightly at this. Even with the ridge of the walkway covering his lower half, I can still make out a good portion of his body. The creature has the same hulking size as I remember, green scales and yellow skin. An oversized, green shell with large spikes covering it.

“Does... does she really see nothing more than a monster?" He continues. “Is there even anything I can do to change the princess's mind?"

I realise that he probably doesn't see that I'm awake, knowing just enough of this beast to know that he wouldn't publicly show doubt like this. Maybe I could use this to my advantage? He's talking about a princess, most likely from another land, like the other creatures here are from. So maybe he's got himself love struck for a not so local princess?

If I were to try and trick him into letting me out, I could get a good look at the layout of the mountain, maybe even find the exit if I'm lucky. All I need to do is get his attention, convince him that I know what royalty likes in a giant lizard, and make a break for it when he releases me. Looking up at the beast, I find myself... less intimidated by him, even if it's just a little. Getting up to my feet, I barely make it to the other side of the cage when the scaled creature realises I'm awake, his face going from shock to rage.

“How dare you-?!" He starts, before I raise my hands.

“W-wait! I-I... I can h-help..." I manage to say, feeling my heart race as I speak.

He growls out deeper, baring his teeth wide as smoke rises from his mare. “You... heard... me...?"

“I-I can help you." I say, feeling my body shake from the growling, the sound almost radiating through into my body. “P-please... I can help you w-with your princess problem."

His face tightens a little more with anger at this, but the smoke emanating from his maw does seem to slow down, even if only by a little. He takes a moment, letting out a small roar as he starts walking back across the bridge. My heart races as silence covers the area. I look around at one or two of the other cages, the rest of the creatures still seemingly asleep. Maybe they're more used to the monster's temper?

Just as I think this, my cage rises up, drawing closer to the rock bridge. I'm brought to the edge of the walkway before the cage stops, swinging side to side softly as the creature stomps back across the bridge. He comes to the cage, grabbing onto a metal bar before opening the cage up. Before I can even register what's going on, I'm grabbed by the lizard and brought out into the open air. I feel his breath roll over me as I'm now face to maw with him.

“How can you help me...?" He asks, a growl still in his voice.

“I-I can... show you how to... d-dress?" I half ask, not really sure on what to suggest. “M-maybe how to act?"

The... turtle looks at me up and down, a growl still on his lips. “You're lucky I'm desperate..."

I barely have time to gulp before I'm carried away by my scruff, although it's more like I'm dragged, my gloved hands try and grab onto the ground. I'm pulled across the walkway and into the cavern system of the mountain, the lava no longer providing light, leaving me temporarily unable to see as my eyes adjust to the darkness. Although I'm just glad to be away from the unbearable heat. Walking through the caverns and tunnels, I'm half dragged, half carried through the underground.

It doesn't take long for the creature to push me into a side room with a growl, forcing me onto all fours. Grabbing onto the back of my scruff, I'm shoved further into the room, the door closing behind me with a slam. I tremble as I get onto my knees, looking at the giant lizard as he walks around me. He's still growling as he watches me, his sharp teeth on display.

“So...?" He asks, voice deep with malice.

“S-so?" I ask back.

“How would one go about charming a princess?" He continues, coming to my front, bending down a little to put a claw to my chin.

“W-well... f-f-first thing y-you do... I-is..."

“Spit it out."

“You," I gulp, “first need to... um, be ch-charming?"

“Oh, and what makes you think that I'm not?" He maw turns up into a smile, one filled with a sort of glee.

“O-of course, I-I mean, of course you are. You also... y-you also need to... t-to be dashing?"

“Good looks?" The creature raises an eyebrow.

“Y-yes?"

“Are you saying..." He moves his thumb and forefinger around my neck, the thick digits wrapping around my throat. “I don't have dashing good looks?"

“O-of course you do!" I exclaim, taking a moment before I realise what I had actually said.

The creature clamps his fingers tight around my neck, his smile growing even wider. “So dashing good looks and charm? Both of which I have... what else does one need? Or are you just making things up as you go along?"

“O-of course I'm not! Wh-what makes you ask that?"

“Because you're doing a shitty job of it. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was just your way of getting on my good side."

“Y-you have a good side?"

The monster growls and tightens his grip, but it doesn't even last a second before he pulls away with a growl. I gasp and tremble when he pulls away, shivering slightly as I finally have a chance to look around the room. It's a bedroom by the looks of it, maybe this creature's room by the size of the bed. Looking around the room, I find a few vanity mirrors, a dresser or two, but not much else past that.

It's definitely got the air of royalty, as if it's designed to do so. Upper class stuff, items no one really has a use for. It seems as though he wants to show off royalty, but only seems to think royalty means you have items that serve no real purpose. But I suppose I can't really judge, I probably would do the same if I were trying to do the same.

“Why...?" The creature asks, only now do I realise he's gone to one of the mirrors, hands on its surface, and is looking at himself in it. “Why would she see me as charming? Or... dashing?"

He doesn't look at me, or even push for an answer, only focusing on the mirror. I don't know how to respond to him, or even if I should respond.

“And then, there's you..." He turns to me, stomping towards me after a moment. “I aim for royalty, and I get some second rate pipe-plumber, trying to bolster me up to get out."

He comes up to me slowly, putting a finger under my chin, pulling me up to my feet. His eyes roam me for a few seconds, looking over my body, a weird gleam in his eyes. I feel a little uncomfortable as he looks me over, especially when he bends down to be eye level with me. His hot breath rolls over my skin, making me pull back a little.

“Guess I'm gonna have to do some practice, on my charm." He says, smiling a little again.

“P-practi-“ I start, before his lips press against mine, my heart skipping a beat as he kisses me. It doesn't last long, but while it does, I feel a slight stirring between my legs. He pulls away from the kiss, looking at me, expectedly. It takes me a moment to process the kiss, and a couple more to form a response. “You can... s-start by asking before doing that."

“Like... every time?"

“You don't gotta use your words, use your movements. Lean in about 80%, let them come the last 20. Lets them pull away or decline if they want."

“O-ok..."

“Look... um..."

“Bowser."

“Bowser, I can tell you're a more... dominant guy. Some people like that, others only like that in the heat of the moment."

Bowser's hand cups my cheek, at least, as best as it can. “And, which... are you?"

“I..." I gulp as I tremble in his grasp. “I uh..."

“I'm guessing you're more... submissive. Like your men to know what they want."

“I... I don't..."

“Do you not like men?" Bowser asks, moving forward, his lips coming within an inch or two of mine, but stop, waiting for my response.

“I... d-don't know..." I say, slowly moving forward, pressing my lips against his, returning to the warmth of his lips. The touch ignites something inside of me, something I haven't felt before, and... I want more of it.

We stay together as our eyes close, his hands moving around my back, holding me tight as we continue to kiss. Passion slowly builds, and despite his squatted stance, Bowser pushes me back against the door behind me. My hands go to his cheeks, caressing his leathery skin softly. It takes a moment, but I realise his thumbs are at my upper chest, and before I know it, his claws snap my overalls off.

As they fall to my feet, Bowsers tongue enters my mouth, slippery with thick saliva. With a moan, I start gulping down his slobber, feeling it coat my throat as it travels down my gullet. Soon enough, his tongue follows suit, moving down my throat and bulging my neck. I almost gag as it does so, feeling it travel down into me, no part of it going unnoticed. Pushing forward a little into the kiss, I actively move into the passion, trying to get as much of Bowser's tongue into me.

But as all good things go, it soon comes to an end as Bowser pulls away from the kiss. This leaves me huffing deeply, and when the lizard moves his arms from behind me, I fall to my knees. My body trembles softly from the passion as I look upwards to Bowser's large frame. The Koopa is examining me once more, but with a lot more lust behind his gaze.

“You are going to be a lot of fun, little thing. Now, why don't we take things over to the bed? I wanna see how you look naked." He continues to growl, but softer this time, seemingly with urge as the core rather than anger.

I gulp as I start to undress, watching as Bowser walks over to the bed, focusing on his backside as it sways slightly from side to side. The lizard sits down onto the side of the bed, the springs and wood creaking under his weight. He raises a hand and calls me over with a finger, almost purring as he does so. Stripping naked, I move over to him. Still having to look up at him, even as he sits. His large frame does help with his dominant persona.

“Now, why don't you start from the bottom and work your way up?" Bowser asks, although I feel as though it's not really a question.

Kneeling in between his legs, I place my hands onto his inner thighs as I focus on the half-hidden slit. “O-ok."

“Nu-uh, lower."

I gulp as I look up to his face, being met by his fairy gaze.

“You heard me, when you're on your knees, you give a 'full worship'. And that means... Every. Single. Inch." Bowser shifts slightly and raises a leg, pointing to his foot, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

I realise that I don't have much choice in the matter. So I move to the lizard's foot slowly, being met by his scaled appendage. Five large, clawed toes sit at the top of his foot, just like a human's. I move my hands to his foot, my fingers soon being met by his rough, yellow, leathery skin. Moving my digits along his foot, I look up at Bowser, to try and gauge his response.

“Mmph, who do you think I am, some common Koopa? Use your tongue, little one. I'm not one for such disobedience." He orders, letting out a small amount of fire from his maw.

I look to his foot for a second, before looking up at him again.

“Would you rather find out what happens to disobedient subjects?"

“No, no! I'll.. I'll use my tongue." I respond, bringing myself closer to his foot.

It takes me a few moments, but I slowly let my tongue out my mouth, licking Bowser's foot from sole to toe. I'm met by the rough taste of dirt, mixed with the slightly sour taste of scales, an undertone of cinnamon barely noticeable underneath the other tastes. I repeat this action, over and over, slowly a dating to the taste, the feel of his skin. Focusing on his toes, I take the biggest into my mouth, sucking on it for a moment before moving onto the next, and then the next. Before I know it, I've worshiped every toe, moving on upwards. I move along the top of his foot, before getting to his foreleg, and then his thick, muscular thigh.

“Good little thing, do you like that? Feels like you do," Bowser purrs out. I only look up at him, not responding past that as I draw closer to his inner thighs. At this, he lets out an even deeper purr. “Mmmm, you're getting oh so close to your goal, aren't you?"

I move his legs sideways, opening him up a little more to me. I can smell him already, it's not an unclean scent, but it's a undeniably... Him smell. A sense of regalness, cinnamon, and a scent similar to lavender. Moving closer to his crotch, I take a moment before shifting downwards, going for a secondary target. And before I know it, I'm pressed in between his legs, my face pressed right up against his rump. This leaves me against the side of the bed, bent over backwards slightly.

His sweat speckled ring is right in front of me, even in the small amount of light, I'm able to see it wink at me. I can feel him react almost instantly, clamping down on me. His grip is like a vice, even with his ass cheeks. I'm not sure whether to be fearful, or be gleeful. Knowing just how powerful he is, I can't help but tremble.

Having his ass cheeks keeping me in place, I can't hear him as he exclaims, but I can most certainly feel him move. It feels as though he's trying to relax his ass muscles, to get me away from his backside I presume. An urge begins to build inside me, with every sniff of his scent, and huff of the thick air, it grows and grows ever more. Given the chance, I press myself as best I can against his hole, and when I'm against it, I let my tongue out and begin licking his hole.

The moment I make contact with his sensitive area, Bowser stops, exclaiming in what I can only guess is surprise. I continue to lick his rump, sliding my hands up to the sides of his ass cheeks, grabbing onto his thighs, massaging his rough skin. His body feels unbelievably tense, and I try my best to make him relax, working his muscles, both inside and out. And then it happens. He starts grinding up against me. It's small motions, and quiet shaky, at first. But it soon turns into more confident motions, rolling his ass against my face.

I can just about hear his moans, his groans of pleasure. They almost rumble through his backside, his large, firm, and yet still plump rump. This draws my attention to how big his body is, not only in height, but in muscle size and weight. He's got the perfect mix of raw strength and firm stoutness, giving me oh so much of him to explore. After a few moments, he pulls off of me, and the sound outside of the warm cleft of his ass returns to me.

“F-fuck..." Bowser moans out, taking a few steps forward before turning back around towards me. “H-how...?"

“Wh-wha-?" Is all of a question I can muster as I slump against the side of the bed.

“How did you do that?" He asks. “M-make me feel that good?"

I can't really make a response to him, not really knowing how to respond.

“Mmmm... I guess you're going to be a lot more useful to me than I thought." He walks back to me and grabs onto my chest, bringing me up to the bed, sitting me down onto the soft fabric. “Now, I'm going to explore these new... feelings. And you, my little snack, are going to just sit down and relax."

His thumbs go to my inner thighs, spreading my legs open as his head moves down to my crotch. Pressing his feral nose against my balls, at this he sniffs deeply, taking in my scent. I shiver as he does this, feeling his intake of breath against my pubes. He does this again, and again, seemingly taking glee in my response. Before I can do anything, he opens his maw and take my cock into his maw. I hadn't even noticed how hard I had become, until he had me in his mouth.

Locking his lips around my length, he begins to slurp his way up and down me. I can't help but let out a huff as he does so, looking down at him, only to have his steely gaze looking back up at me. It almost looks like he's... slightly annoyed at being brought down to sucking another man. But there's something else too, a hint of lust to it. As if he enjoyed doing this, having such control over another. He certainly has a dominant side, and I think that part of him is enjoying the more... 'bottom' side of things. Pulling away from my cock after a dozen or so thrusts of his maw. And he all but confirms this little theory. Especially with his erect cock now poking out from his genital slit.

His length is wet, with what I presume is liquid from the internal cavity holds his 'equipment'. It has a pointed tip, and is a light purple which fades into a deep, dark purple at the knotted base. Just like his stomach, the underside of his cock has a segmented look, with the overside not sharing that appearance. It has to be a good foot or two long, and bulbs out a little between the tip and the knot. Somehow, it being underneath the beast's belly just makes it even more tempting. As though it's a bit of a challenge.

“Mmm, how does it feel? To be sucked off by a king?" He asks, his maw widening into a smile once more.

“S-so good..." I manage to say, trembling softly at his touch.

“Is that all you have say? 'Good'? Poor description of having royal lips on your cock." Bowser growls almost happily, getting to his feet before turning around. “Maybe you need a more... personal touch."

“P-personal touch?"

“Yeah, from a king." He moves back a little more, pressing his butt against my crotch.

My length is pressed up against the cleft of his rear, sandwiched between his large ass cheeks. It takes me a moment, but I realise what he means, looking up to the lizard's hair, before looking down to his ass once more. I can't bring words out of my mouth, especially when Bowser angles himself a little, pressing his hole against my tip. It only takes a moment before he's pushing himself down onto my cock, taking the whole of my cock in a single thrust downwards.

He lets out a sigh as he does so, his hole spreading around me almost regally. He pulls up a little, before moving down again, this time, a little more forcefully. At this, I can't help but really feel the size difference between the two of us. His frame, brawn, strength. And here he is, riding my cock, moaning as he takes it.

I feel myself tremble as he ride me, faster and rougher with each thrust down onto my length. My hands shake as they move to his thighs, I grab onto his sides, moving them up and down with his ass. He slams his ass down onto my cock harder, letting out grunts and huffs with each slam downwards. I let out a few grunts of my own as my cock slides into him, barely about to form words to describe my pleasure.

“Fuck yeah!" Bowser calls out, rolling his head back. “Just like that! Take my royal ass!"

“O-oh god... B-Bowser..." I manage to say, my legs going a little numb from the constant borage on my midsection. “Mmmph... nng! F-fuck..."

“You gonna cum? I... I bet you are! Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck! Yeah!" He exclaims, shoving his as down with each yell.

And in the end, he is right. I do in fact cum, releasing right up into his ass. I yell out as I do so, my hands clamping down on his sides, trying to keep him in place. But there's nothing that could stop him from continuing his squatting assault, even as I empty myself into him, even when my orgasm stops. With my body shaking like crazy, I try to vocalise my desire for him to relent.

“Pl-please... B-Bowser... s-s-stop!" I exclaim, my over-sensitive length being used by the lizard for a few more thrusts, before he stops and pulls himself off.

“Fuck! We're going to have to work on your endurance." He growls, walking around the bed, heading to my upper half. “Now, I think it's only fair both party's are satisfied, don't you?"

“Wh-what... d-do you... mean?"

“I may be a lot more... receptive to certain things than I thought before. You didn't last long enough for me to enjoy myself." He grabs onto my chest, before pulling me to the other edge of the bed, coming to his inner thighs once more. This time around, his length sits along my face, down my neck, and across my chest. Bowser pulls back and aims his tip against my lips, his stomach just about cutting off my view of his face. “After all, it's only fair for both people to get off. Now relax, and take it all in."

I let out a small gasp as his tip is pushed into my mouth, barely a second passing before it fills my maw, and hits the back of my throat. Gagging ever so slightly as it begins to travel down my throat, I can feel every centimetre of his cock travel down my gullet. It stretches my throat and bulges my neck before pushing down into my chest. There's only a few more inches that pushes into me, before his knot presses against my lips.

He spears me fully on his cock, grinding his bulb of flesh against my mouth, pulling away just enough for me to take in a breath. Thrusting back into me, he pulls away once again, allowing me to breath out, before slamming back into me. Bowser lets out a long sigh as he thrusts into me repeatedly, ramming his hot, throbbing member into me seemingly without remorse. With each one, my gag reflex seems to lessen, bit by bit. I still feel as though I'm choking slightly on his cock, but the urge for more overpowers everything else.

“Oh fuck yeah... you feel so good!" Bowser growls out, occasionally keeping his length in my gullet for a few seconds, before pulling free. Almost as though he's taking his time to enjoy how my throat feels. “I bet the... the princess feels this good..."

I try to moan in response, but with his maw firmly lodged inside my throat, there's only so much that can escape.

Bowser rumbles what feels like a growling purr, slamming his hands onto the bed, either side of my lower legs. With this, he slams himself forward, the leathery skin of his belly occasionally rubbing against my upper chest as he does so. The amount of time he spends keeping his cock lodged in my throat slowly extends, making me shift and squirm ever more. My lungs begin to burn with need, making me become a little more desperate for air. Not enough for me to stop, but definitely enough for me to try and get more oxygen.

My eyes begin to roll backwards as bowser continues to thrust into me, his thrusts becoming more forceful and rough. I place my hands onto his inner thighs, to try and hold him back, to try and get more air. But this only seems to be a signal for the large lizard, making him ram into me even faster, ever harder. And before I know it, he's pushing his knot into me, centimetre by centimetre, spreading my lips open. Then, with a barely audible 'pop', he pushes his entire length into my mouth.

At this, Bowser roars out, letting out a breath of fire, warming the room somewhat as he cums directly into my stomach. His seed is unbelievably hot, almost as though he's pouring hot, thick soup into my belly. It warms my entire body as I struggle and move underneath the beast. My hands slowly fall onto the bed, as I finally give up, just letting Bowser have his way with me. Not that I can totally complain, but still, there's only so much space in my stomach, which has already mostly been taken up by his cum.

“O-o-oh... fuck yeah... that's the good stuff!" Bowser shouts out, huffing out deeply, patting my stomach softy. “I... I wonder..."

The edges of my vision begin to darken as the beast speaks, barely able to register what he is saying, even though I can still hear him.

“If the princess could take this much of my seed." He chuckles out, grabbing onto my legs. “Although, I suppose I should let you go. Then again, I suppose I deserve some pay back for that little trick earlier..."

I can only groan out as Bowser lets out a loud, rough chuckle, my eyes fluttering. But this doesn't last, as much as the lizard seemed to enjoy the teasing, he pulls himself out of my mouth. He takes a few tugs before his cock slides out of me, allowing me to take a deep breath. I cough and turn onto my stomach, which is bulging somewhat from the amount of cum inside me. A small amount of which flies out as I cough. As the coughing fit slowly ebbs away, I'm slowly pulled into a hug on the bed. Bowser keeping me nice and close on the bed, my face half buried into his armpit, surrounding me with his scent, sound slightly muffled by his muscle.

“You," Bowser purrs out, “are going to be a lot of fun."