Offer yourself to Bowser

Maria clenched her fists, her mind racing. The castle courtyard was littered with debris from Bowser's explosions—no mushrooms, no fire flowers, nothing to give her an edge. Peach squirmed in Bowser's arms, her face flushed with frustration. Maria took a deep breath. "Wait," she called out, lowering her stance. "You don’t want her. You want me."

Bowser's smirk faltered. Peach gasped. "Maria, no—!"

Bowser's laugh boomed across the battlefield. "Oh-ho-ho! Finally admitting it, huh? Fine. Drop the princess." He shoved Peach aside, sending her stumbling into the dirt. His claws wrapped around Maria's waist instead, lifting her effortlessly. "You're coming with me—permanently."

Maria shot Peach a reassuring wink as Bowser hauled her onto his shoulder. "Don't worry, Princess. I’ve got a plan." The lie tasted bitter. She had no plan. Just the **** hope that she could buy Peach time to escape and rally the Toads.

Peach scrambled to her feet, eyes wide with horror. "Maria, you idiot—!" But Bowser was already stomping away, his laughter echoing as he carried Maria toward his waiting airship. The princess's shouts faded into the distance, drowned out by the roar of engines firing up.

The airship reeked of sulfur and burnt metal. Bowser dumped Maria onto a pile of cushions in his throne room, his grin widening as he loomed over her. "No more games, hero. You're mine now." His claws traced her cheek, rough and possessive. Maria swallowed hard. She'd expected a cage, not this.

Bowser's breath was hot against her ear. "You’ve always been the real prize. Peach was just bait." His tail coiled around her ankle, dragging her closer. Maria’s pulse spiked. She’d walked right into his trap—and worse, part of her was curious what came next.

Bowser’s claws scraped against the fabric of Maria’s overalls, the sound sharp in the dim throne room. She held her breath as he hooked a single talon into the strap, tugging until the material gave way with a satisfying rip. The cold air hit her skin as her clothes fell apart in ribbons, leaving her exposed under his hungry gaze. "Always so stubborn in those ridiculous overalls," he rumbled, tossing the scraps aside. "But I prefer you like this—bare and mine."

Maria’s throat tightened as Bowser stepped back, his massive frame blocking the flickering torchlight. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he undid the clasps of his own armor, letting the heavy plates clatter to the floor. Her eyes dropped instinctively—and widened. His cock was already half-hard, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "Well?" he growled, palming himself with a rough stroke. "You offered yourself. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now."

She swallowed, her pulse hammering. Every instinct screamed to fight, but the heat between her legs betrayed her. Slowly, she sank to her knees on the cushions, her fingers trembling as they brushed his scales. The first touch was electric—his skin scorching, his scent musky and overpowering. Bowser’s groan vibrated through her as she wrapped her lips around the head, tasting salt and fire.

"Fucking finally," he snarled, tangling a fist in her hair. He didn’t let her set the pace. With a brutal thrust, he shoved himself deeper into her mouth, **** her briefly before pulling back. "That’s it—take it like you mean it." Maria’s eyes watered, but she relaxed her jaw, letting him fuck her face in rough, uneven strokes. The sounds were obscene—wet slurps, his ragged breathing, the creak of his claws tightening in her hair.

Bowser’s tail lashed behind him, his hips stuttering. "Gonna come down your throat," he warned, but Maria pulled off with a gasp, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Oh no you don’t," she panted, glaring up at him. "If you want me, you’ll work for it."

For a heartbeat, Bowser looked stunned. Then he threw his head back and laughed, the sound shaking the walls. "You’ve got guts, hero." He yanked her up by the arms, flipping her onto the cushions face-first. His weight pressed her down, his cock grinding against her ass. "But I decide how this goes."

Maria bit her lip as his claws dug into her hips, spreading her open. The first thrust was unforgiving—no prep, no mercy. She cried out, her nails tearing into the cushions as he filled her in one brutal motion. "Fuck—!" Bowser didn’t pause, setting a punishing rhythm that had her seeing stars. Every snap of his hips drove her harder into the cushions, her body jolting with the **** of it.

"Knew you’d feel good," he panted, his breath scorching her neck. "Knew you’d fucking take it." Maria’s moans were muffled, her thighs shaking. The pain blurred into pleasure, her own arousal soaking where they joined. Bowser’s grip tightened, his thrusts growing erratic. "Gonna fill you up," he snarled, "mark you inside and out."

Maria’s vision whited out as he came, his roar echoing through the chamber. She felt him pulse inside her, hot and endless, before he collapsed atop her, his weight crushing but weirdly comforting. For a long moment, neither moved. Then Bowser rolled off with a grunt, lazily tracing a claw down her spine. "Round one’s mine," he said, smug. "But we’re just getting started."

Maria’s legs trembled as she pushed herself up, meeting his gaze with a shaky smirk. "Keep dreaming, scales." She wiped her forehead, her body aching in ways she’d never admit. "You won’t break me that easy."

Bowser’s answering grin was all teeth. "Oh, hero. That’s what makes it fun."

Bowser’s laughter rumbled through the throne room as he rolled Maria onto her back, his massive frame pinning her down with ease. His claws traced idle patterns over her sweat-slicked skin, possessive and teasing. "You’re mine now," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Not just for tonight—forever."

Maria’s breath hitched as his tail curled around her thigh, spreading her wider. She opened her mouth to retort, but Bowser silenced her with a rough kiss, his teeth scraping her lips. When he pulled back, his eyes burned with a dark amusement. "Guess what, hero?" His voice dropped to a taunting whisper. "You’re already carrying my heir. Junior’s gonna have one hell of a mommy."

Maria’s stomach lurched. "Bullshit," she spat, but Bowser just grinned, dragging a claw down her abdomen. "Feel it?" he purred. "That warmth? That’s my seed taking root. You’re gonna swell up nice and round for me—Kooplings need strong wombs."

Her pulse thundered in her ears. She wanted to deny it, to fight, but the heat pooling low in her belly made her hesitate. Bowser’s smirk widened. "Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?" He ground against her, his cock already hardening again. "Hero by day, my whore by night. Perfect."

Maria’s nails dug into his scales. "I’ll never stop fighting you," she hissed, but Bowser just chuckled, gripping her hips and lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. "That’s the point," he breathed against her neck. "I want you fighting. Makes it sweeter when you lose." His thrusts were slower now, deliberate, savoring the way her body yielded to him. "You’ll still save kingdoms," he murmured, licking a stripe up her throat. "Just mine."

The words coiled around her, insidious. Maria’s moan caught in her throat as Bowser’s pace quickened, his claws leaving crescent marks on her skin. "Imagine it," he panted. "My little hero, round with my kid, still throwing punches." His laugh was ragged. "You’ll be legendary."

Maria’s vision blurred as pleasure built again, her traitorous body arching into his. Bowser’s grip tightened, his rhythm faltering. "Say it," he demanded, his voice raw. "Say you’re mine."

Maria’s lips crashed against Bowser’s with a ferocity that surprised even herself. His growl of approval vibrated through her chest as she bit down on his lower lip, tasting iron and smoke. His claws dug into her hips, dragging her flush against him as he took control of the kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same possessiveness as the rest of him. When they broke apart, his eyes gleamed with triumph. "That’s a yes," he rumbled, voice thick with satisfaction.

She didn’t argue. Instead, she hooked her legs around his waist, nails scraping down his scaled back as he drove into her again. This time, there was no resistance—just the slick, heated slide of their bodies moving in tandem. Bowser’s thrusts were slower now, almost reverent, as if savoring the way her body clenched around him. "Mine," he snarled against her throat, his breath scorching her skin. "All mine."

Maria’s moan was muffled against his shoulder as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Bowser’s rhythm stuttered, his hips jerking erratically as he buried himself to the hilt. His roar echoed through the chamber as he came, his release flooding her in pulsing waves. She arched against him, her own climax crashing over her in a dizzying rush. For a moment, they stayed locked together, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync. Then Bowser collapsed beside her, his tail curling possessively around her thigh as drowsiness dragged them both under.

The sun streamed through stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the marble floor of Bowser’s grand hall. The air hummed with the discordant notes of a Koopa choir, their off-key rendition of the wedding march echoing through the cavernous space. Rows of mismatched chairs—some stolen from Peach’s castle, others hammered together from scrap wood—were filled with a motley crowd: Goombas in bow ties, Koopa Troopas clutching wilted flowers, and a cluster of nervous Toads under Peach’s watchful gaze.

Peach sat stiffly in the front row, her gloved hands clenched in her lap. Her eyes darted between Bowser, preening at the altar in a spiked, ill-fitting tuxedo, and the towering double doors at the far end of the hall. A murmur rippled through the crowd as the doors creaked open.

Maria stepped into the light, her swollen belly straining against the lace of her wedding gown. The dress was a ridiculous concoction—black silk and crimson ruffles, clearly designed by Bowser’s warped sense of romance. Her hair was piled into an elaborate updo, adorned with tiny, flickering fireballs that cast shadows across her face. She met Peach’s gaze briefly, her expression unreadable, before turning her attention to Bowser.

The Koopa King’s smirk widened as she approached, his tail twitching with barely restrained excitement. Kamek, officiating in a moth-eaten robe, cleared his throat. "Do you, Bowser, take this pain in the ass—er, this heroine—to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Bowser’s laughter boomed. "Damn right I do."

Kamek turned to Maria. "And do you, Maria, take this overgrown lizard to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

A beat of silence. Peach leaned forward, her breath catching.

Maria’s lips curled into a smirk. "Only if he promises to lose the tux after this."

Bowser’s roar of laughter shook the chandeliers. "Deal!"

Kamek sighed. "Then by the power vested in me by absolutely no one, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may—"

Bowser didn’t wait. He yanked Maria into a crushing kiss, his claws tangling in her veil as the crowd erupted into cheers—and, from Peach’s direction, a muffled groan of despair.

When they broke apart, Bowser pressed his forehead to Maria’s, his voice a low growl meant only for her. "Ready for round three, wife?"

Maria’s grin was all teeth. "Try to keep up, husband."

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