"Peach? Wake up, baby."

My eyes open and I see Bowser. I throw my arms around his neck and he has to steady himself so we don't fall off the bed. 

"Have you been crying?" he whispers.

I nod against his chest as my bottom lip trembles. 

He inhales sharply. "Morton?"

I pull away. "Yes," I murmur.

"What did he do?" Bowsers face changes from concerned to angry.

I shake my head.

"Peach, you must tell me."

When I stay silent, he takes my hand in his. "Did he say he would harm me if you told me?" 

I nod, my eyes pooling. 

"Baby," he says, and my heart flutters. "Tell me. All will work out. I promise."

I let out a deep breath and tell him everything. 

When I finish, his face is glum. He stands, leaving my hands cold without his warmth. He walks across the room. When he turns back to face me, his cheeks are stained with tears. "You have to go," he whispers. 

My face falls. "What?"

"You must leave. Like he said." He looks away.

I shake my head. "B-bowser no," I say quietly.

He clenches his jaw.

"But... y-you love me." His eyes are on the floor. "Don't you?"

He lets out a long breath. "You know I do, Peach. But it would be easier for everyone. And you could see your father."

"Love. Isn't. Easy." My teeth are gritted.

He rolls his eyes. "I have to think of my people and myself." I scoff. "If I die, my people will be left with Morton."

I lay back on the bed. "You're serious," I breathe.

He sits on the edge of the bed and I turn away. 

"Peach, please don't be like this."

"You're forcing me to-" I break off and take a breath. "Leave."

I feel him shift and his arm snakes around my waist. He kisses the back of my neck and his breath gives me chills. 

"Bowser..." I close my eyes. 

"I love you, Peach." His kisses grow more frequent, he nibbles my skin on my neck, as if he's in a hurry. I can't help the moan that slips from my lips. He turns me on my back and kisses down my chest, one of his knees between my legs. He starts pulling at my dress and I lift my hips up to help. Once he gets it off, he sucks in a breath. He leans forward and sucks on my breast, making me whimper. "So beautiful," he murmurs. He kisses down my stomach, sucking the skin til it's pink, causing me to squirm.

"Bowser," I mumble.

He keeps going.

"Bowser."

"Yes, princess?"

I sigh. "We should stop."

His eyebrows furrow. "I wasn't going to have sex with you."

I feel my face heat up with embarrassment. "Oh."

He shakes his head. "No, baby, that's not how I meant it." He starts sucking on the skin right below my ear. "Let me spoil you. C'mon. Before you have to go."

I take a sharp breath, unable to speak. I nod and he smirks at my speechlessness. 

Bowser resumes kissing down my stomach and I can feel... down there... growing wet. It's an experience I've only had once before and nothing came of it. He slides down and kisses my legs, biting my inner thighs. My breathing gets heavy. He nibbles up to my white lace panties. Then, he places his tongue against my... area... through my panties. I gasp and my fist clenches around the sheets. 

"Feel good?" Bowser mumurs. 

I let out a whimper in response. He slides my panties down my legs and slides his bottom lip up my leg. I feel his breath right on my area and right before I beg him to do something, he starts to slowly lap at it. He swirls his tongue around my clit and starts sucking. I grip the sheets and my back arches as I yell out. He grips my hips, his thumbs placed firmly on my tummy. He sucks harder, my clit in his mouth and he slides his tongue over it. He pulls away. "I'm going to insert a finger, okay?" he asks. I'm not sure how it will feel, so I don't respond but he does it anyway. He goes back to sucking and slides his finger in, curling it, so that it's pressing against my. My hips start to buck off the bed and he uses his free hand to keep me in place. I start to feel something I can only describe as a climax, calling out his name, moaning, losing my breath as a whole new sensation rolls over me before my back falls back on the bed and I try to catch my breath. 

I look at Bowser and he's staring at me as he sucks his finger. 

I bite my lip. Something about seeing him... doing that... turns me on. 

I blush and cover my face. Bowser crawls up to lay with me and pulls the cover over us. He holds me tight, his nose buried in my hair. I close my eyes. 

"I love you," I say quietly. 

"Shh, baby, get some sleep."

I turn over. "Don't you... want anything?"

He smirks. "That's alright, my love." His expression goes dim. "Besides, I don't think I deserve anything right now."

I close my eyes and say nothing. "Must I really go?"

I open my eyes again and he starts bawling. I adjust myself so that I'm cradling his head to my chest. He grips my waist firmly, the pressure giving me a little pain, but a pleasurable pain. "I don't want you to, Peach, please don't think that. But if you were to get hurt..." his breath catches. "I love you, Peach. I love you so much." He voice lowers and becomes more of a murmur. "I love you. I'm so in love with you. You... you... I love you..."

I fall asleep to the sound of "I love you" falling from his lips.