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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.

Bowser gives his permission.

"Enjoy her boys!"

A loud cheer explodes from the crowd.

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

You can't savor it long as the next member of the crew 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. 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.

You are a bit worried about how much you loved the taste of each and every load… were you a born cum slut? It would be dangerously easy to get addicted to cum…

It doesn’t help that another orgasm is building fast, associating the taste of cum and this kind of pleasure... What if you couldn’t orgasm without the taste of cum in your mouth… or if the Taste of cum made you spontaneously climax 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 efforts by a veritable torrent of spunk flooding your abused womb. Your belly rounding as if pregnant. Each blast seems stronger than the last filling you not just with warm liquid but a sense of satisfaction.

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 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 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, 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 two?" He says laughing.

You whimper