A knock on the door

Mario was awakened by a smart rapping on the door. He made a sound like a disgruntled growl. He was having the most pleasant dream. A Tome of Fantasies had fallen out of the sky and given him the power to finally get the kind of cake he’d actually been wanting from Princess Peach for years.

The knock repeated itself. Mario sighed, well, he guessed it was time to wake up and face reality. He made to get up, when he realized there was a presence next to him, one that he was holding. He flexed his fingers, digging slightly into something firm but yielding. It was warm too, he thought as his finger slipped over something hard, like an uncooked bean. A small sound, like a gasp, issued forth into the world, and Mario slowly opened his eyes, squinting in the morning light to see that he wasn’t in his bed at the Mario Bros. Cottage, but in a four-poster bed in Princess…, no Queen Toadstool’s Royal Bedchambers, examining the smooth skin of the aforementioned monarch’s exposed back.

It wasn’t a dream. It was all real. That had all really happened. Mario smiled as he nuzzled into Peach’s neck, giving her breast a firm squeeze.

“Mmmf,” Peach moaned, reaching around to caress the plumber’s head, just as another knock issued forth from the door. “Mario, stop it,” she protested, but Mario could tell by the playful tone in her voice that she didn’t actually mean it, “I gotta get up.”

“I thought we threw out your itinerary,” Mario cooed back, “You don’t have a schedule, remember?”

“I don’t have Toadsworth’s itinerary,” Peach reminded him, “I still have my own schedule to set, and I have a busy day today.”

“If Her Majesty says so,” Mario said as he gave Peach’s nipple one last tug, eliciting a small squeal from her.

“Stop it, mister!” Peach commanded, but Mario had already ended his assault on her.

“Stop what?” he smirked as he sat up in the bed, and she playfully slapped his arm, “You know what I mean!”

“Pr…, Queen Toadstool?” A voice said from the other side of the door, “Toadsworth is here to see you, ma’am.”

“Send him in!” Peach called to the door as she sat up, not bothering to cover herself. The door opened and a Royal Guardsman marched in, faced the bed and immediately blushed. To his credit, his facial expression didn’t change much. Toadsworth followed after, turned his head towards the bed and then swiftly looked away.

“I would’ve waited for you to make yourself decent,” the old steward grumbled.

“Oh, please Toadsworth,” Peach replied sardonically, “You changed my diapers as a baby, and you watched me get pumped full of spunk yesterday. I think you can handle a little nudity.”

Toadsworth then cleared his throat and made noises consistent with orthodox old men.

“Thank you, Guardsman,” Peach addressed the other mushroom man, “That will be all.”

“By your leave, Your Majesty,” he bowed and left, closing the door behind him.

Toadsworth silently waited as Peach got out of bed, walked right past her robe, and seated herself in front of a vanity before pulling a rope hanging above it. The old steward sighed, “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“I never claimed that the transition would be smooth,” Peach replied, “Did you send out the missives this morning like I asked?”

“Yes,” Toadsworth nodded, turning to face the Queen, but adamantly looking at anywhere but her body, “As of an hour ago, everyone in Toad Town should have received your invitation for the Toadstool Tea Banquet. I sent out emails, hired a town crier, and even told reporters for the morning news. I would’ve also put out fliers, but this event was too short notice to hire the local printing press.”

“That will suffice,” Peach told him as a Toadette maidservant opened the hidden service door on the far side of the room. Mario then noticed that his clothes had been cleaned, folded, and placed upon the table next to the service door. He got up and walked on over, not bothering to cover himself either. The maidservant blushed profusely, her eyes suddenly glued to the place between Mario’s legs, “Thank you Toadsworth.”

The maidservant jolted at the sound of Peach’s voice, as if it carried with it an electric current. Mario smiled, he was going to have fun in this new kingdom. “Y-y-you c-called, Your Highness?” the maidservant stammered in embarrassment, her blush becoming more pronounced the closer Mario got.

“I need a bath drawn,” Peach ordered, “Fetch all of my beauticians, they’re going to have their work cut out for them today. I expect to be cleaned spotless and groomed to perfection before the audience with the people of my Kingdom.”

The maid bowed, “A, at once, Milady!” She then turned, giving Mario’s shaft another look, and then noticed that she’d been caught looking. Mario smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her, and she vanished back into the servant’s hall with a small, “Eep!”

“I needn’t remind you, dear,” Peach’s voice took on a softer tone, and Mario didn’t need to look to know that she was addressing him, “But your presence will be required at this Banquet. Whatever you need to do today, it needs to be finished by this afternoon.”

“Of course,” Mario replied as he put on his boxers, “Luckily, the only business I have today is with Merlon. After that, I should be free for the rest of the day.”

“Good. I hope I didn’t ruin any prior engagements you may have had.”

“Nah. I don’t usually have much going on, to be honest.” But that’s about to change, Mario smiled to himself, slipping on his shirt and overalls. Peach was only the start, and Mario had at least a decade’s worth of sex to catch up on.

The service door opened up again, and emptied several maids into the room. They all bowed to Peach, and one of them said, “Your bath is being drawn, Your Highness.”

“Good,” Peach replied, raising herself up from her chair, “Have the fashion designers some up with something presentable for the Banquet, and toss out all of those into the furnace.” Peach waved her hand at a pile of pink dresses lying on the floor in front of her wardrobe, “If they cannot come up with anything, then tell them I will simply receive the people as I am now.”

“Pr-! Your Majesty!” Toadsworth sputtered, “That is hardly appropriate behavior for a Queen!”

“I thought I made myself clear last night, Toadsworth,” Peach said coolly, “I will rule in the nude before I wear that costume ever again. Also, what would the people think if I showed up in the same dress I condemned yesterday?”

“They…,” Toadsworth began to protest, thought about it, and then sighed, “They would think that nothing had changed. There would possibly be a revolt.”

“Exactly,” Peach replied, “And stop telling me what is and isn’t proper, Toadsworth. I’m the Queen, now. I decide what’s proper in my Kingdom.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Toadsworth bowed, “I will do my best to refrain from such outbursts in the future.”

“Good,” Peach nodded once, smiling, “You may take your leave. If you need me, I will be in the bath.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Toadsworth straightened up and left. Mario watched him as he put on his boots, feeling a bit like a third wheel.

“Will you be needing your robe, Your Highness?” asked one of the maids.

“No,” Peach replied, “I’d rather feel the cool air on my skin this morning.”

Mario smirked, loving how he had made Peach pull a complete 180 on her thoughts on modesty with only a few written words and a couple rounds of sex. Really, everyone in the castle should be thanking him right now that they got to see such beauty walking the halls uncovered and unrestricted. Speaking of, there was something he had to confirm before he left.

“Peach, before you leave, I have a question for you,” Mario said.

“Yes?”

“It’s…, a deeply personal question,” Mario looked sidelong at the maidservants, “About the nature of our relationship.”

“Oh, Mario,” Peach giggled, “You can speak to me as though they aren’t there, but if it makes you feel any better…,” she turned to address the Toadettes, who were all squirming slightly for having been put so suddenly on the spot, “No word of this conversation is to leave this chamber, understood?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” They responded.

“You see?” Peach smiled, “They know better than to defy their Queen. Although, it’s quite useless to try and keep secrets in a castle. The walls have eyes, ears, and from what I’ve heard over the years, pussies and mouths as well.”

All the Toadettes blushed, looked away, became scared, or some combination thereof. Mario was suddenly very much aware of the fact that he had no idea what these servants got up to when he wasn’t paying attention.

“Right,” Mario said, turning his attention back to Peach, “What I was wanting to ask was if you’d have any problem with me using your father’s old harem quarters?”

“Of course not! Knock yourself out!” Peach smiled enthusiastically, and then turned to one of the maids, “In fact, please have the harem made ready to start receiving new tenants. No rush, of course, the preparations for the Banquet take priority.”

“I shall notify the head maid, immediately, Your Highness,” the Toadette curtsied.

“But, Mario, I want to make a few things perfectly clear,” Peach sauntered over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder, and Mario suddenly felt like he had plunged head first into a snake pit, “We are to be wed soon, and while I understand that you may have certain urges while I’m away or otherwise preoccupied, you will put your Queen first and foremost. Am I understood?”

Stars, the way she could deliver that line while wearing nothing but a dominating smile on her lips was so sexy. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Mario replied and Peach leaned in for a kiss.

“Good,” she purred after breaking it off. She petted his half-engorged length through his overalls, “Keep that full for me, I’m going to want it tonight.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Mario said. Not that a lack of stamina or semen was a problem for him anymore. “Are you certain that you’re okay with this?” He asked, just to confirm, as Peach stood up. Her bare chest passed so close to Mario’s face he could feel their warmth.

“As you pointed out, dear, my father had a harem,” Peach replied as she walked over to the door leading outside, “It didn’t mean that he loved my mother any less. But I remember how he would often travel to that wing of the castle any night that my mother had been gone for too long. In a way, the harem had made him a more faithful husband. Ironic, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It does seem counter-intuitive,” Mario relented. Inwardly, he didn’t much care for justifications, Mario just wanted to make up for all the years he tried saving himself for Peach and got nowhere. Until he got that notebook, anyways. But all the same, when Mario had had his fun, he wanted to settle down with Peach, and he wouldn’t be able to have both her and a harem if she wasn’t completely okay with it.

“We’ll be fine, Mario,” Peach giggled, “We’re both much too old to be caught blindsided by jealousy. Also, one more rule: when you’re out shopping for the harem, please remember that you’ll be shopping for the both of us.”

Once again, Mario wasn’t sure if this attitude was coming from her actual beliefs or the Grimoire, but either way the plumber wasn’t about to complain about having an orgy with his future wife.

“Now then, I really must be getting ready,” Peach said, opening the door, “I’ll see you at the Banquet this afternoon!”

And with that, she was off, followed by a train of profusely blushing Toadette maids, the last of which curtsied at Mario before closing the door. Mario waited a moment before whistling softly to himself. That could have easily gone sideways. Even if Peach said she was too old for jealousy, the way she initially acted to Mario’s request had him thinking otherwise. He hoped she hadn’t just set a trap for him.

“You could cut that tension with a knife, huh?” Came a voice from above Mario. He startled and looked up to see that Vidyhyne has descending towards him through the ceiling. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I scare you?” She asked with an amused grin.

“Not really,” Mario said as he slowly released his clenched fingers, the smell of burning air dissipating with it. There was something different about her today, but Mario couldn’t place a finger on it. It was probably her hair.

“So now that you have an entire wing and permission,” Vidyhyne addressed him as she lay suspended in the air, her back parallel to the floor. Her head was leaned back to talk to him, giving Mario a perfect view of how gravity pulled her breasts to either side of her body, widening the valley between them. Mario was keenly aware that if he stood up in this position, her mouth would be in the perfect place to receive his massive shaft. For a moment, he envisioned her throat bulging from within as she swallowed his entire length. Would she have a gag reflex? “Who are you going to put in it?” She finished, snapping Mario back to reality.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead, to be honest,” Mario said as he turned on his seat to get up from the chair. The expression on Vide’s face was unreadable. Damn, don’t ever challenge her to poker, Mario thought before continuing, “The goal for now was to get her to let me use the harem wing, and I’ve accomplished that. I’ll think about who I want in it later, for now I have an appointment to keep.”

“Oh yes,” Vide twirled into a position above and to the side of Mario, “How could I forget? You know, it’d take most men weeks to try something this daring.”

“I thought we both knew by now that I’m not most men,” Mario replied before exiting the Queen’s Bedchambers and ending the conversation.