Covered

One koopa, particularly brave or horny… comes forward.

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

Bowser laughs with a roar, seeing their King not objecting the rest of the crew surges forward.

Gathering around, the pent up crew begin to shower you with their spunk. 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. Noticing your eagerness, one of the troopas 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. You may like the taste of cum too much… 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 is 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 in time 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.

Hours pass and before you know it... it is over... Covered in cum, your stomach is sloshing and 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 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