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Sometimes the Mushroom kingdom could feel like a magical place. Colorful, vibrant, and so, so alive.
Mario loved it, he loved every bit of it, and he especially loved sitting out in the sun, enjoying the calm breeze, the soft grass underneath him, and the succulent smell of… Bowser?
He opened his eyes and found the big turtle man standing before him, his lips formed into a terrifying grin, and his eyes almost devouring him up and down.
“Eh Bowser…” Mario breathed out.
He hadn’t seen him since their last incident, since the day he angrily ate him and his brother, and in a small moment of intimacy, Mario couldn’t help but touch himself in a corner of Bowser’s insides, where Luigi couldn’t see him nor hear him.
He was so content with being inside Bowser, he loved the feeling of his moist inner walls pulsating around him, and he closed his eyes, imagining what it would feel like to have him fully and carnally.
In the spur of the moment, he remembered how he had stuck his tongue out and licked the insides of Bowser, tasting him, mixing his saliva with him, being one and yet not at all.
He watched him now, standing in front of him, terrified of the memories not because he regretted them, but because he didn’t know how much of it happening Bowser was aware of, and he himself had not been able to stop thinking about it since then, spending his sleepless nights pleasuring himself thinking about the monstrous turtle in front of him.
“Hey Mario…” Bowser said with his thick godly voice. Without hesitation he reached out and put his strong hand around his throat.
Mario grabbed onto his wrist, scared and wide eyes, “What are you doing? Look, whatever you want I got nothing to do with it, I’m just relaxing here…”
Bowser’s grin grew wider, and his free hand trailed down to Mario’s chest. The mere touch of it made his skin burn with desire. Mario would rip out his own clothes if he was certain that Bowser wanted just the same thing he did, but the fear of rejection and the hesitation of his own thoughts made him hold back.
Bowser leaned down, putting all his weight on the hand that pressed on Mario’s chest, making his lungs deflate in a rough huff.
Mario felt disoriented, unsure of what was happening, but the scent of Bowser drowned him, making him go dizzy and unaware of his surroundings since all he could think about was the large man on top of him, the way his chin softly brushed his cheek as he slowly whispered into his ear.
“You Mario, I want you.” He whispered and slowly moved his tongue, running it over where his chin had just brushed.
Mario shuddered at the feeling, and he could feel his cheeks burning and his heart speeding up. He would be able to hide his heavy breathing if it wasnt for Bowser fully leaning on his chest, slowly moving up and down with the motion of his breathing.
He wanted more, he wanted all of Bowser, he wanted him inside this time, not the other way around.
He stared deeply into Bowser’s eyes and opened his mouth slowly, he could see the glance on him, the way he was desiring him just as much as he was.
And it was right then and there that he knew.
He knew Bowser had felt him touch himself inside of him, he knew he had felt the way he licked his walls, and came all over them, moaning his name in desperation.
With a quick move, Mario untied his overalls, not even caring about his shirt, and pulled them down with his legs.
Bowser watched him with eagerness, he licked his lips almost hungry for the Italian plumber underneath him.
“I knew it…” Bowser whispered, his voice raspier and hungrier than ever. “I knew what I felt that day was true…”
But Mario wasn’t listening anymore, he was putting his legs around him, eager and desperate to have him inside. He watched as Bowsers cock grew, the length and thickness of it making him breathless. He wasnt sure how he would fit all of that inside of him, but he didn’t care. He wanted all of him inside, he wanted him to break his walls and mind, and to make him go insane with pleasure, but most importantly he wanted to make Bowser die in pleasure, he wanted to hear his moans and hear his name pronounced with his lips, through his fangs as he buried them in Mario’s neck.
“Mama mia…” Mario gasped as the cock grew bigger and bigger.
Bowser looked down as if he was not sure of what had Mario so surprised, and realizing what had his Italian man so worried, he give him a soft kiss on the lips, that slowly grew into a hungry and desperate one, his tongue running everywhere as if he wanted to once again devour him whole.
Slowly, after parting his lips from Mario, much to his hungry and touch starved displeasure, he moved down and drove his tongue between Mario’s legs, getting the hole where he would soon penetrate wet and swollen.
Mario’s cock flinched in pleasure and he moaned uncontrollably and loudly.
He did not care if they were seen, for once, he hoped that someone, Princess Peach or Luigi would walk by and see them, hungry for each other, pleasuring each other…
Bowser carefully inserted one finger inside of him, slowly circling at first, making him loosen up as Mario moaned more and more, louder and louder.
“Bowser…” He huffed, “Please…” Mario said, desperately reaching for him, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had already anticipated this moment for too long during his sleepless nights and even in dreams.
Bowser looked up to him, his eyes pleading but dominant, “Almost, Mario…” He said with a sweet tone that Mario had never heard from him.
His heart fluttered as he felt another moan climb up his throat and out his lips.
Bowser inserted one more finger, but Mario knew with how thick his cock was, there wouldn’t be enough fingers that he could insert that would prepare him.
“Now…” Mario moaned, drool falling down his chin as he petulantly complained to Bowser.
Bowser sighed and grinned at the same time, nodding and kneeling before him once more, his cock in full view.
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t been fully hard before, but Mario now could see spikes at the edge of the head, bumps through the shaft that he could only imagine so far what they would feel like inside of him.
The hunger grew inside of his belly and if before he had been desperate for Bowser, now he was now anguished and distressed for it, miserable without his big, spikey and bumpy penis inside him.
“Okay , okay…” Bowser whispered, as if he had seen Mario’s need in his eyes.
He carefully put the big tip of his cock against Mario, and slowly inserted himself.
Mario’s mind spiraled out of control, his voice loud and high pitched as he moaned more and more. He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t wait.
With a swift movement of his ankles, he pushed Bowser fully and deeply inside, feeling the burning pain and the galaxy-like pleasure spread through his body.
Bowser moaned harshly against his ear, and he could feel him shaking between his legs.
“You filthy slut…” Bowser groaned as he slowly moved, thrusting in and out of Mario, ridden in pleasure, watching the man beneath him become a mess with every move.
“I am…” Mario whined as best he could, his hands on Bowser’s chest, and his nails buried deep into his skin. “I want more…” He moaned.
Bowser grinned and buried his teeth on Mario’s neck, just as he had wished earlier.
Mario would have loved to be eaten right there and there, and by the way Bowser licked and tasted him, he knew it was the same for him.
“I’m your king…” Bowser hummed in his ear, “Say it, my slut.”
Mario obeyed, his eyes fuzzy and his brain loud with his own moans and Bowser’s voice, “You’re my king, Bowser, you’re my king…”
As he said those words, he felt waves of pleasure inside of him, his insides twitched and he could feel the spikes and bumps on Bowser’s cock more and better, driving him insane and making his cum spray everywhere, incessantly as his moans accompanied the splashing sounds that Bowser’s hip was doing against his ass, his own cum overflowing his hole and filling him up.
“You’re so good to me, Mario…” Bowser said out of breath, still moving as best he could, overridden with pleasure, “you’re so good.” He repeated.
Mario moaned more, and more, feeling the overstimulation overwhelm him. He never wanted Bowser to leave him, he could never fight him again, not now after he knew how good he felt inside of him, not after having tasted him and felt the immense pleasure they had given each other.
Bowser let his weight rest on Mario, exhausted and burnt out. But he slowly kissed him, small pecks of love and admiration Mario had never thought him capable of.
They could stay like this forever, one inside the other, cum between them, and moans in their mouths and ears.
“We should stay like this forever…” Mario said with a low voice, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of Bowser over him and inside him.
“Mhm…” Bowser hummed in agreement with a sleepy tone, “We should…” He mumbled as well.
“Then let’s…” Mario finished, putting his arms around Bowser as they both fell asleep under the sun.