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"Yesss... You are obedient... Good, my pet... Now you are mine... You will serve me for eternity."
The cell was warm and dark, lit only by candles. In contrast to the hewn stone of Mario's jail, a comfortable bed of more than adequate size had been kindly bestowed upon him by his benevolent Queen. Even though he had been made to swear fealty to her, their dark overlord knew better than to trust the word of the man who'd always saved the day in the past.
And would again! He just needed time to think, time to plan how he was going to separate that devious mind from such a precious vessel. There was no way he could raise a hand to—
He would find a way. He had to. Peach was counting on him!
At some point Mario slept, already dearly missing the warmth of his friends whom he had been bunking with during all their adventures. It had been such a comfort to have someone close on those nights where he might otherwise had been forced to sleep alone, missing her. He never got used to sleeping alone again since...
When he woke, it was to a full Italian home-cooked meal, just like Mamma Mario used to make. It was astounding since no one else except two other people in all the world knew just how he liked his spaghetti bolognese. One being his brother, and the other—
The door to the cell swung open just as he was finishing the very last bite of the only proof he had that his Peach was still alive, and his eyes flew to meet the steel gaze of a stranger set in a beautifully familiar face. Hair cropped and darkly attired, she looked like a whole different person, as deadly now as she was always tempting. The smirk on those pouty lips provoked him, but he knew better than to react too strongly, not wanting to antagonize the creature that was holding his princess captive.
"I hope you liked my little treat. I understand it was one of your favorites."
"Mmm. It was molto bene," the stout Italian relented, his normal warm voice stilted and cool.
"That is well. You will need the energy for what I require of you," his Queen informed him with a slow, honey-sweet smile that sent a lance straight to his heart. How could she look so like his Peach, and yet so different in all the ways that counted?
"What do you want me to do?"
Oh, the answer to that question was not the one he was expecting.
Mario had not risen as one should upon the entrance of royalty into the room, but it was of no consequence, as the ruler of all the world approached him and set aside the tray of dirty dishes. He had thought she might sit to talk, to give her first orders to her new servant, but instead she pushed on both of his shoulders with surprising strength, sending his back colliding with the bedspread. He lifted his head in shock just as she was unclasping her petticoats from her black corset.
"As you are well aware, this vessel has certain needs, which I know you remember how to fulfill," she uttered in a tone that sent shivers down the man's spine in a way he was not prepared for. The sinister note to what had always been such a sweet, gentle tone, was doing things to his insides, made his heart skip a beat and his insides flutter with something more than mere foreboding. "It is for this purpose that I have retained you here, safe and comfortable as you please."
"Could use an open window..." Mario croaked as her voluminous dresses were shed with a slowness that was mesmerizing. "Fresh air would be nice."
"And risk you trying to escape?" the Queen tittered with dark amusement as she smoothed her hands over every new bit of revealed flesh that was exposed to his hungry gaze. "I don't think so."
Shame burned in his cheeks when he quickly realized, as his golden haired angel, that steel eyed demon, crawled on top of him, up the length of his body to settle her weight in his chest, that she was wrong to assume he would want to escape such a fate.
"Open your mouth."
Mario's entire form quaked with shocked lust to be met with such a lovely sight, so very close that he could taste her on the air long before he obeyed her command. Quite without meaning to, his whole body shifted, pelvis lifting just so off the bedspread in an effort to rock her forward towards his waiting lips. She seemed to take issue with his lack of restraint, if the hand that came down to pin and grip at the meat of his hip was any indication. Nevertheless, she did not make him wait long, as the moment he opened his mouth to question her intent, she was shoving her flushed mound against his face, smashing his lips against his teeth as she sought out every bit of sensation she could from him.
Oh God, oh fuck, she tasted so good, she always did. Far better than anything he could imagine, utterly irresistible. His tongue moved with a will of its own, seeking her out with a hunger only Peach had ever been able to inspire. Salty sweet and more addicting than any drug, his jaw ached as he opened his mouth as wide as he could to receive her. There was no thought left for shame, none left to question any of it. He wanted her, plain and simple: the weight of her ass on his chest, her hand buried in the curls of his hair, scratching his scalp, her pussy rubbing with unrelenting force against his thrashing tongue—all of it, always.
"Yesss, that's so good, my pet," his Queen cooed above him and Mario's mind blanked out as he registered her free hand reaching to grope at her own chest, teasing her sensitive flesh through the fine silk covering her still. He could do no more than moan in reply to her gently offered praise, just that little bit closer to the shy thanks he was so used to receiving from his beloved. His own hand took a cue from her and hastily crept along the length of his own thick thigh in search of his own tender flesh, barely contained by boxers and overalls.
She gyrated his pelvis into him, running the length of her slit against his mustache, his mouth, his chin, hellbent on using him to satisfy her vessel's intrinsic need for him. Familiarity lent him power over her, the only kind she would ever let him wield, as his tongue was quick to find the bud of her clit, everything soaked in her delicious precum, which he consumed with relish before getting to the real work at hand. His cock twitched in response to her cry his first direct stroke of her engorged sex elicited. He groaned with want of her and palmed himself, desperate for some kind of relief as he was quickly overwhelmed with her relentless pursuit of her own pleasure.
Mario could feel his mustache getting gradually soaked through the longer she sat on his face, his tongue thrusting into her in exactly the same way he wished for his cock to do, now. Her head was thrown back with a surprised gasp at the sensations assaulting her, conquering her, and for a moment he saw a glimpse of her, his Peach as she came against his mouth. He licked her through all of it, hungry as always for her pleasure, for her cum. Again his pelvis raised in mimicry of what he longed to do to her, hand stroking himself through so many frustrating layers of fabric, but knowing he was fully capable of cumming in his pants just from this.
That's when the grip on his hip shifted to his wrist, nails digging with punishing force. Mario cried out and let go as his Queen removed himself from her. Regret was like a physical pain washing through him, thinking that he would be left so unsatisfied. The face of Peach leered down at him from where she sat, kneeling on the bed with her dripping sex to the open air, chest heaving still from the surprising force of her orgasm.
She raised his offending limb and hissed, "How dare you touch what belongs to me, servant?"
Mario had no words with which to defend himself, only licking his lips and mustache of the evidence of her, as much as he could reach. As it turned out, he didn't need to say anything as her steel eyed gaze turned to the tent in his trousers and gripped that too, causing the plumber to nearly shout with shock and some sick kind of desperate hope. Would she, could she still want him, even like this? Was it just the Queen's twisted need for domination, or was his Peach...
Her hand gentled as she studied the thickness of him through pesky blue overalls, her full lips parted in something like awe and anticipation. In the next moment he was being ordered to strip, and he had never obeyed any command so fast in his life. His rock hard dick sprung free from its confinement with an eagerness he didn't bother to try and hide. She had him and she knew it.
Long nails raked across subtly sweating flesh, combing through copious body hair and digging into the fat of his belly with a hunger all her own. He was pliant to her every whim, malleable under her hands, panting with his need for her. She did not let him go, did not allow him to stir an inch so long as her hands massaged into his muscular chest, his bulbous belly, his meaty hips, his thick thighs. She spread him wide and he let her, quaking with what he expected to come next.
The feeling of her tongue licking a stripe from his sensitive sack up the length of his manhood sent a shock of pleasure rippling through him, just as he knew it would. However, no amount of anticipation could prepare him for the next moment when his lover took him in his substantial entirety into her mouth, her throat, swallowing him whole in a way he had never felt before. His cry echoed off those stone chamber walls as she took his girth into her again and again, her tongue a hungry thrashing thing against his most needy flesh. He struggled not to reach out to her, to shove her head still further onto him, to watch as her eyes watered with the strain of taking all of him in at once, as hard and fast as he could wish.
It was over far too quickly, and there was no suppressing the whimper that erupted from him as she withdrew. "P-Peach, tesoro—!"
"Be still," the voice that commanded him was strained with something like need, truly the closest his Queen had sounded to the Princess he knew all evening. Up she rose, that heavenly mouth leaving him aching in a quiet agony of lust, until the moment he realized she was moving to straddle his lap. He could feel the heat of her radiating from her center long before she actually touched him sex to dripping sex. He watched in awe the evidence of her pleasure on her face as she rubbed herself up and down him, not letting him have her just yet, not yet.
"I said be still!" she hissed with warning flashing in her eyes as she grasped at the hefty flesh of his midsection and held him in place, his love handles more than earning their name in that pivotal moment. He groaned his impatience but stilled the rocking motion of his hips, ceasing to rub his thick cock against her exposed clit in the way he knew Peach loved so well. She continued to glare her offense at his audacity as if the fact that he could influence her to completely was a crime she could not forgive.
Eventually even her indignation could not overcome her desire for his body, however. His Queen raised herself on her knees above him, and Mario raised his head to watch in the very first moment that he parted her slick folds, enveloping him in warmth...
~*~
Mario was already sitting up in bed before his brain caught up with his body, and when it did it was to a flush of relief moving like a physical thing through him. He was scandalized beyond words by the turn of his own mind, wondering wildly what on earth could have possessed him to dream of such a thing.
The man was damp with sweat and he wiped his forehead a moment before he turned to look beside him, where Peach slept the sleep of the guiltless. He stared at the line of her naked back as it led down to that white sheet that barely concealed the prize he had just been dreaming about taking for himself, again. He was still as hard now as he had been in his fantasy, eager as ever he was to make all his dreams about the woman he loved into a reality. But it would not have been fair to wake her, not after their ordeal.
Let her sleep, he thought as he flipped the sheet off himself and took hold of his straining flesh in a tight squeeze before loosening his grip to begin stroking himself. It was a leisurely pace, being in no great hurry to get off again so soon after the night they had already shared, longing instead to enjoy the reality of her peaceful form, untainted by evil, for just a while longer before he woke her to consume her all over again.