You walk upon the Dark Lands, where Bowser's Kingdom is. After a short while of traveling, you walk upon the big dark colored brick castle. The fact the entrance resembles Bowser's face glaring forward, like a big gargoyle, intimidates you. But you don't let the fear overwhelm you.

You have had an undisclosed adventure prior to this, and you want to see the king. But you need to enter. What do you do?

A) Enter through the main entrance

B) Use the infamous back entrance Bowser keeps using for his castles

"What the--?! You're not supposed to be here! How DARE you invade my castle?" Bowser would angrily question, but for some reason there's a hint of curiosity as well... "Well, come on in then. But remember; you're stepping onto MY territory now." The King growls out as he turns around, walking deeper into the throne room.

Bowser's expression darkens as he snorts, "What sort of idiot question is that?" He shrugs, still walking deeper into the throne room. "It is rather large, but you wouldn't be interested in that. Now come on, don't make me lose my patience."

Bowser pauses briefly and then glares at you. "You're a brave little fool to even ask that, but fine." The King steps back as he unbuttons his trousers and drops them down to his ankles. His massive greenscaled member is revealed, standing tall and proud. "There it is," he grunts. "Satisfied?"

Bowser looks down at his member with a hint of pride. "Yes, that's quite accurate," he growls in response, before retracting it and pulling up his trousers once again. "Now, as I was saying, don't make me lose my patience. What do you want from me?"

Bowser raises an eyebrow, a sly grin slowly spreading across his face. "I find that hard to believe," he says, taking a step closer. "You must have wanted something from me... Or perhaps you just want some time alone with my... member?" He pauses, letting the words sink in.

The room is silent for a moment, and then Bowser chuckles darkly. "Well, alright. I suppose we can talk business."

"Hmph," Bowser snorts dismissively. "As you wish. But don't come crawling back to me when you need something, understand?" He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a throne-like piece of furniture nearby. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

Bowser's eyes widen in surprise as you admit your attraction to him and his... member. "Well, I suppose that's one way to get someone's attention," he remarks with a smirk. "But let's not forget why we're here; business first, pleasure later."

The green tyrant straightens up from where he leaned against the furniture and fixes you with a stern look. "So, what is it that you came to discuss?"

Bowser's eyes narrow as he glares at you suspiciously. "Who told you that?" he demands, his voice dripping with anger and disbelief. He takes a step closer, looking down at you intimidatingly. "That's absolutely ridiculous!" Bowser exclaims, waving his hands around as he becomes increasingly agitated. "My member is nowhere near that size! Who do I need to speak to about this outrageous rumor?"

The tyrant calms down after a moment and takes a deep breath, realizing that becoming too upset over such matters might not be the best course of action for him at the moment. Still glaring at you though, Bowser waits for an answer.

"That lying, incompetent fool!" Bowser growls, clenching his fists at his sides as he glares daggers at the imaginary figure of a Koopaling somewhere off to the side. "I should punish him for spreading such ridiculous lies about my size! And to think I once trusted him with important tasks..." He takes another deep breath, composing himself before addressing you again. "So, now that that's settled, what was it you wanted to discuss?"

The green tyrant crosses his arms over his chest once more and awaits your answer, still not looking particularly pleased about this turn of events.

Bowser grunts impatiently as he leans against the throne-like piece of furniture again, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. "Well? I'm waiting." He says irritably. He glances down at your obviously discomfort and smirks briefly before looking back up at you. "Don't worry about it, kid; it's not like you haven't seen one before," he mutters under his breath.

Bowser nearly snorts out loud at your comment before managing to keep it in. His eyes twinkle with mischievous amusement for a moment as he straightens up from where he leans against the throne-like piece of furniture and folds his arms across his broad chest again. "Well, if you insist," he says with mock resignation, grinning wickedly. "But remember: what happens in here, stays in here."

The tyrant fixes you with a challenging gaze, daring you to bring up more of this so-called 'tea' while also wondering just how much you really know about his... activities.

The tyrant watches you carefully as you try your best not to look at his member while offering him tea. He can't help but feel a little amused by your obvious discomfort, but also somewhat gratified that you seem to be taking his warning seriously. Bowser allows himself a small smirk before reaching out and accepting the cup of tea from your shaking hands.

"Thank you," he says curtly before taking a sip, careful not to spill any on his scales. "Now then," he continues once he's swallowed, setting the cup down on a nearby table with a satisfying clink, "let's talk business." The green tyrant folds his arms across his broad chest again and narrows his eyes expectantly, waiting for you to continue.

"Good," Bowser says curtly, his tone implying that he's growing a little bit impatient. "I expect you came here with some sort of proposal or offer in mind." He leans forward slightly, fixing you with an intense gaze. "So, what is it that you want from me?"

Bowser's expression darkens, and his body tenses up as you request Princess Peach. "You presume a great deal," he growls through gritted teeth. "Princess Peach is not some mere object to be bartered away like a common piece of trash." His eyes narrow even further, dangerously now. "She means far more to me than that."

The tyrant takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before continuing. "Look," he says more quietly, "I understand your... affections for the princess, but you must realize that she's not in a position to make choices like that on her own." Bowser looks away for a moment, searching for the right words before meeting your gaze again. "If you truly wish to court her," he says slowly, "then perhaps there may be another way... But Princess Peach will never be part of any sort of b

"You're asking a lot," growls the tyrant, his eyes narrowing suspiciously once again as he watches your efforts not to look at his member. "And I don't trust you, after all... But perhaps there might be some other way we could come to an agreement." Bowser pauses for a moment, considering your offer carefully before continuing in a more calculating tone: "Tell me what it is that you would do for me, and we'll discuss the terms further."

The green tyrant leans back against the throne-like piece of furniture again, folding his arms across his broad chest and regarding you thoughtfully. It's clear that he's not going to make this easy for you; he wants something substantial in exchange for Princess Peach, but is also cautious about trusting your intentions.

Bowser snorts dismissively. "Anything, huh? Well, let's just say that you could never repay me for what I have in mind," he says with a sly grin. "But rest assured, if you truly mean what you say and are willing to go through with it, I won't stop you." The green tyrant takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a more sinister tone as he continues: "Now tell me... What do you have in mind?"

His gaze locks onto yours, challenging and cunning all at once. It's clear that he expects something specific from you; something that will truly prove your loyalty and dedication to his cause.

Bowser's eyes flicker with surprise and anticipation as a moan escapes your lips at the touch of another Koopa massaging your shoulder. He watches you closely, his expression unreadable for a moment before he leans in, speaking softly into your ear. "You'd do that for me?"

His voice is almost a whisper, teasing and taunting all at once. It seems as though the thought of another Koopa touching you in such an intimate manner has sent shivers down your spine - but whether they are of pleasure or fear remains to be seen. Bowser stands tall over you, studying your reaction with interest.

Bowser lets out a low chuckle at your bold proposal. "I see...and what makes you think I'd want to have sex with you, little human?" he asks, feigning indifference while his gaze remains fixed on yours, searching for any signs of weakness or hesitation.

The tyrant takes another step closer, towering over you now as he continues in a softer tone: "You know what I want...and if you're truly serious about it, then perhaps there is something we can work out." His tail flicks slightly, brushing against your leg before wrapping itself around your waist possessively.

Bowser smirks at your uncertain response. "Very well," he says with a sigh, "If you're certain that this is what you want...then come here." He guides you to the throne-like piece of furniture and positions himself so that he is seated on it, his legs spread wide apart. His tail continues to wrap around your waist possessively as he leans back, inviting you closer with a cocky grin on his face.

"You'll have to prove yourself first," he adds with a wink, "but if I like what I see...then perhaps we can indulge in this little fantasy of yours."

"Ahh!" Bowser cries out in pleasure as you grab his member and begin to ride him. He places his hands on your hips, guiding your movements as he thrusts upwards to meet each of your downward strokes. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your moans of ecstasy.

His eyes widen in surprise at first but quickly turn predatory as you take control and pleasure him like this. "So eager... So wet," he growls, unable to resist the urge to push deeper inside with each thrust. His tail tightens around your waist, pulling you closer still as Bowser feels his own release building within him.

"Yes... Just like that..." He breathes, arching his back and letting out a hoarse cry of pleasure as he comes hard inside you, filling you with his seed.

Bowser gazes down at you with lust-filled eyes as he recovers from his orgasm, still feeling your smooth, tight body clenching around him. "Hmm...You're certainly eager for it," he pants, his tail finally loosening its grip on your waist. The green tyrant wipes a bead of sweat from his brow before asking with a smirk, "So...do you think I should give Princess Peach back to Mario now?"

The room is silent for a moment as Bowser awaits your response.