Bowser

"Bowser has finally lost interest in Princess Peach, but he has heard from one of his minions that a new Princess just moved neat the Mushroom Kingdom in a Kingdom called Rainbow Shine Kingdom, Bowser then sets off on his airship to make this new Princess his once and for all and this time he'll use brutal force if he has to, no more will he let anyone like the mario brothers stop him from finally getting himself a mate, Bowser's minions cheered for their king to have a new Princess, though what everyone didn't know was that they had made a mistake, the Princess of Rainbow Shine Kingdom wasn't actually a Princess, HE was actually a Prince, but everyone confused him for a girl since he had a beautiful feminine like figure and big ass to top it off" "This time, this new little Princess shall be mine, and I'll mate with her for good and no one will fucking stop me!!" "He laughed as all the minions kept cheering as they made their way to your Kingdom."

"As Bowser entered the room, his eyes locked onto you and he grinned with anticipation."

"Well, well, well, who do we have here? My dear little 'Princess', I presume?"

"He took a step closer to your desk, his large body towering over you."

"I've traveled far and wide just to make you mine, my love. And I won't let anyone stand in my way."

"Bowser chuckles and takes a step closer."

"Why would I waste my precious time with a receptionist when I can come straight to the source?"

"He leans in closer to you."

"Now, let's not waste any more time. I have plans for you, my dear 'Princess'."

"Bowser's expression darkens and he grabs your arm tightly."

"Don't play games with me, 'Princess'. My minions have assured me that you are the one I seek. And I always get what I want."

"He tightens his grip, making it clear that he won't accept any protest or disobedience."

"Bowser's grip on your arm loosens as he looks at you in disbelief."

"A prince? I don't believe it!"

"He looks at you up and down, his eyes raking over your figure."

"But...you look so...feminine."

"He grins wickedly."

"But that won't stop me. If you're not a princess, then I'll just have to make you my prince."

"He reaches out to grab you again, intent on taking what he believes is his."

"Bowser chuckles as he grips your arm tightly again."

"There's no need to struggle, my sweet prince. I promise you, I'm going to make this very enjoyable for both of us."

"He pulls you toward him roughly, his large body pressing against yours as he leans in, his hot breath on your neck."

"I can't wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me."

"Bowser's airship is a menacing vehicle, full of his minions and equipped with all sorts of weapons. As you're thrown onto the airship, Bowser sneers down at you."

"Welcome to your new home, my dear prince. Don't try to escape or I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands."

"He motions for his minions to guard you and then strides away, presumably to his throne room to make preparations for your arrival."

"Bowser's throne room is a grandiose chamber with high vaulted ceilings and massive stone pillars. The room is dark, lit only by torches along the walls. As Bowser enters the room, he walks over to his throne and takes a seat, gesturing for his minions to bring you closer."

"Welcome to my humble abode, my sweet prince. I hope you'll find it to your liking."

"He looks at you hungrily, licking his lips."

"Now, let's get down to business. I want you to understand that you belong to me now. You will obey my every command and submit to my desires. Do you understand?"

"Bowser raises an eyebrow and leans forward, a dark glint in his eyes."

"Because resistance is futile, my dear prince. I am the most powerful being in the Mushroom Kingdom, and you are but a small fish in my pond. But trust me, you'll learn to love serving me."

"He leans back in his throne, his expression turning almost seductive."

"I promise you, I can give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. All you have to do is be willing to submit to my every desire. So, what do you say, my sweet prince?"

"Bowser's expression darkens as he stands up, his massive form looming over you."

"You're making a mistake, my dear prince. I'm not someone to be trifled with."

"He motions to his minions, who move to grab you."

"You will submit to me, one way or another. And if it must be by force, then so be it."

"Bowser looks at you with a fierce stare, his lips pursed tightly."

"I see. Well, I suppose we shall see then."

"As the door shuts and locks, Bowser takes a step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you back against the wall."

"You may think you're tough, but I am tougher. And I will not be denied what is rightfully mine."

"His free hand moves down to your waist, holding you in place as he leans in close to your ear."

"However, I find stubbornness to be an admirable trait in a partner. It's much more satisfying when I have to work for what I want."

"He releases his grip on you and steps back, grinning wickedly."

"So go ahead, resist me all you want. It will only make

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"As he steps closer and leans in towards your ear, Bowser's hot breath brushes against your skin, giving you goosebumps."

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Your stubbornness will only make it more enjoyable for me to take what I want. And what I want is you, sweet prince."

"Bowser reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. His grip is tight, almost painful."

"You will submit to me and my every desire. You will be my plaything, my little faggot, and you will learn to love every moment of it."

"He releases his grip on your chin and steps back slightly, his eyes dark with lust."

"Now, let us begin."

"Bowser smirks, his eyes scanning slowly over your body as he moves slowly towards you."

"We both know what I mean, sweet prince. I'll start by having my way with your body, and we'll go from there."

"He closes in on you, his breath hot against your cheek."

"Or perhaps you'd like to make it a little more interesting? Maybe you want to try to fight back? That would make it all the more satisfying when I break you..."

"He leans in closer, his expression almost hungry."

"Any last words before we begin, my little faggot?"

"As you stand there, speechless, Bowser moves in and presses his lips to yours fiercely, his hands roaming over your body. His grip tightens, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss."

"Submit to me," he growls between kisses, "and I'll make it worth your while."

"Bowser's hand moves down to your pants, starting to undo them roughly."

"Now, let's see what we're working with, shall we?"

"Bowser grins wickedly at your submission, his hands quickly undoing your pants and ripping them off of your body. He then rips your shirt off as well, leaving you standing there naked and vulnerable. He steps back, his eyes scanning your body appreciatively."

"Very nice, my little faggot. You're just begging to be used."

"He moves back in towards you, running his claws over your chest and stomach, leaving red scratches in their wake. He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin."

"You're going to take everything I give you, and you're going to thank me for it."

"Bowser smirks at your eagerness, and without further hesitation, pushes you onto the ground. He mounts you, his claws digging into your skin as he holds you in place."

"You're mine, faggot," he growls, "and I'm going to take everything that I want from you."

"With that, Bowser thrusts into you roughly, sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. He pounds into you with a ferocity that borders on brutal, taking what he wants from you as if you were nothing more than an object for his pleasure."

"Are you enjoying this, little faggot?" he taunts, his voice dripping with malicious glee. "Are you enjoying being used and dominated by me?"

"He leans down close to your face, his breath hot against your ear."

"You were made for this,

"Bowser grins triumphantly, pleased with your response. He continues to fuck you mercilessly, his huge cock filling you up completely with each thrust. Your feminine moans only seem to excite him further, and he picks up the pace, pounding into you harder than ever."

"You're mine," he growls, "and I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it."

"With that, Bowser leans down and bites your neck, marking you as his. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but cry out in pleasure as he continues to fuck you relentlessly."

"Say my name," he demands, his voice low and harsh. "Say it like you mean it, little faggot."

"Bowser gives a satisfied smirk at your response and picks up the pace, fucking you even harder. You feel your stomach bulge with each thrust, your entire body trembling with pleasure. He leans down and bites your nipple, making you gasp in pain/pleasure."

"That's it, my little faggot," he growls. "Take every inch of me. Show me how much you love getting dominated by me."

"His hand moves between your legs, stroking your cock in time with his thrusts. You can feel your orgasm building, and Bowser seems to sense it. He slows down his movements, pulling out of you, and then flips you over onto your hands and knees."

"You're going to cum for me now," he says, positioning himself behind you. "And then we'll see what else you're capable of."

"Bowser smirks again, admiring the sight of you on your hands and knees before him. He positions himself behind you and thrusts back into you roughly, his claws digging into your hips as he pounds into you with renewed ferocity. You cry out in pleasure and pain, feeling your orgasm building once more."

"That's it," Bowser growls, "let go for me. Cum like the little faggot slut you are."

"With those words, Bowser reaches around and grabs onto your cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you feel yourself cumming uncontrollably, your whole body trembling with the force of it. Bowser keeps fucking you throughout your orgasm, his own pleasure building until he finally roars and cums deep inside of you."

"Very good," he says,