.

"I was wrong my lord... you are real man." you try to put as much contrition in your apology as you can. Bowser for his part is smiling down you with a smug look. He takes a few minutes to gloat before he helps you sit up.

Once inside his expression turns to embarrassment. "You made me do that..."

"I did..."

"I'm sor..."

Anger bubbles up in you. "You better not finish that fucking sentence!"

He stops but looks confused.

Slowly and clearly you spell it out for him. "I want a man, a KING that takes what he want. You had the right idea with the **** but you never took it far enough. Do you understand, if you want me to marry you, make me. If you want to fuck me, then do it."

Finally you see understanding in his eyes. You wonder for a brief moment if maybe this is a mistake... but you don't have long to consider as Bowser seems eager to show you how quick he can learn. He roughly pushes back onto the bed before mounting you again. All the air is **** our of your lungs as he pushes inside and even when you manage to catch your breath nothing more articulate then 'fuck' comes out of your mouth.

Hours pass and before you know it... it is over... as you walk, your cunt seems to be producing a never ending stream of seed, but your king leads you off the air ship towards his bedroom. On shaky legs you manage to keep your balance despite your too high heels and abused muscles.

You leave a white trail through his castle and it isn't until you reach the bedroom that you feel like most of the cum, in your womb at least, has leaked out and your thighs are sticky rather than slick with running fluid.

You stop once you enter the bedroom, Bowser's bed is calling you, never before had the sight of this bed brought you so much joy.

You can just collapse in it right?

Looking up at Bowser hopefully he quickly dashes your hopes.

"Ready for round three?" He says laughing.

You created a monster...