Covered

One koopa, particularly brave or horny… comes forward.

Without warning he grunts as his hand moves along his shaft and splash of hot thick cum hits your face. Licking it you hum happily... that's not too bad.

Your husband laughs jovially as he thrusts inside you.

"Go ahead my people, cover my queen before we retire to the wedding bed."

The loudest cheer yet rings out in response... wow they are all so turned on by the thought of you covered in their spunk...

It doesn't take long, gathering around they all get off quickly as if they had been pent up and waiting for this for a long time. Those who seem to be having trouble you help with your hand jerking them onto your face. With each new load your hair, arms, back and face get more and more slick with frosting.

You can't help but lick some of the cum on your face swallowing more and more. Before you realize it your are scooping the cocktail off of your self and into your mouth. Now this is a wedding feast. Noticing this, some one brings an empty bowl that is placed under your chin.

And after a few minutes of filling they then provide you with a straw. You suck the cum up greedily as you seriously think about the trouble this might cause. 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 love the taste of cum… you could easily get addicted to it…

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