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Bowser sat atop his throne, in deep thought, absentmindedly using his finger to pet Luigi’s hair. The center of his thoughts had always been Princess Peach. And once again, she was running through his mind but for a different reason than companionship.
She had proved her interest in him at their wedding, and it made him angry to think about. All that effort to impress her had gone to waste. She was so horribly ungrateful! And now she was running around with that red plumber who needed a power up just to defeat him. It was so rage-inducing.
A whimper pulled Bowser out of his thoughts. On his knee sat his new love interest. Only this time, he wasn’t going to try to impress and hope for the best. This time he would just take. And he did with hours and hours of exploring and fondling the little man’s body.
Bowser needed to be more careful though, as he had accidently scratched the little man with his claws a few times, leaving red angry welts across his skin. It couldn’t be helped, Bowser just found him so interesting, and he loved touching him to elicit all sorts of squeaks, groans, and whimpers.
Bowser reached between Luigi’s legs, and rubbed his finger against his small cock. Luigi let out a whine and tried to push him away weakly. “Please no more,” Luigi begged.
Admittedly, it was one of Bowser’s new favorite pastimes to play with Luigi’s little cock. He loved the way it hardened and released sticky cum that Bowser liked to taste. He supposed it was similar to his own cock. But Luigi’s was cute and dainty. Kind of how he expected a princess to be. Or did humans have different anatomy based on gender?
Bowser removed his finger from Luigi and pushed him to lay on his stomach against Bowser’s lap. Checking around his body, he searched for a hole. Human’s had to procreate in some way. If there were cocks, there was a counterpart.
“Tell me,” Bowser asked, not seeing anything. “Where is your birthing hole?”
“Birthing hole?” Luigi squeaked out the question. “I don’t understand.”
“How do humans make babies?” Bowser asked more directly.
Luigi would have blushed to explain the birds and the bees if he hadn’t just been constantly stimulated and forced to cum for hours. So he explained as best he could about how men got women pregnant.
“Live birth?” Bowser spat in disgust. Koopas laid eggs, that was a better and more sanitary way. “So you don’t have an opening?” he questioned in disappointment. “I suppose I can just fuck your little mouth,” he mused. “Although your jaw might dislocate.”
“No! No please!” Luigi cried, struggling to get up, but Bowser’s hand kept him down, so he could only kick and squirm.
“Do NOT tell me NO!” Bowser boomed angrily, pushing Luigi off his lap. Luigi tumbled onto the stairs of the throne and down to the floor. The beating his body took from it made him weak and he was unable to get up from where he lay for a moment.
“I will have you one way or another,” Bowser declared. “You are mine! Once we marry, you will have the duties of a queen, and you will carry them out. Even if you have to birth my young from your throat.”
“I have an opening,” Luigi said weakly, from his place on the floor. His head was heavy and hurt so badly. He felt like he was going to pass out.
“Where?” Bowser asked. “Show me.”
Luigi wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything but this. But he was trapped with a monster and had no choice but to obey or suffer. So he slowly stood up. Blushing, he turned around and leaned forward exposing his backside.
“My opening isn’t for babies though,” Luigi admitted, quickly turning back around, which only allowed Bowser a curious glance. “It’s for… waste… I guess.”
“It’ll be for my cock soon enough,” Bowser laughed.