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One koopa, particularly brave or horny… comes forward.

"May I use her mouth my lord?"

Your king, his thrusting never slowing, contemplates the request for a moment and when you look back at him and nod. If you are going to be a koopa slut why not go all in.

He gives his permission.

"Enjoy her, one at a time, but you may all receive the love of your queen before we retire to the wedding bed."

The loudest cheer yet rings out in response... wow they all want to fuck your face...

The troopa’s dick isn’t very thick, but it is long and surprisingly easy to deep throat. He cums fast, the salty flavor is actually pretty good and you find your self swallowing it all and licking your lips.

You can't savor it long as the next member of the crowd comes up eagerly shoving their mushroom shaped appendage in your mouth. They all get off in no time as if they had been pent up and waiting for this for a long time. With each new load you swallow you get more and more of an education on the variety of cocks and flavors of jizz present in the mushroom kingdom.

The biggest problem isn't your status as kingdom slut... that actually makes you happy for some reason... the real problem is how much you loved the taste of each and every load… you could easily get addicted to cum…

It doesn’t help that another orgasm is building fast, associating the taste of cum and this kind of pleasure was probably dangerous. What if you couldn’t orgasm without the taste of cum in your mouth… or if the Taste of cum made you orgasm from now on… the naughty thoughts and the constant pounding from behind finally brings you over the edge for your second orgasm…

Your pussy clenches and spasms as Bowser's thrusts begin to speed up. His grunts becoming more ****.

In the middle of your second orgasm you work hard to push back against his hips with each push and are rewarded for your effort as you feel a torrent of spunk flood your abused womb. Your belly rounding as if pregnant. Each blast seems stronger then the last filling you not just with warm liquid but a sense of satisfaction from pleasing your King.

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

You leave a white trail through the castle and it isn't until you reach your 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, the door leading to the bath is to your left, but you are so tired... the bed is still a mess from earlier, no one came to clean it... so you could just collapse in it right?

Your husband seems to agree

"Ready for round two?" He says laughing.

You whimper