A/N:In this chapter, you see more and more that her narration starts changing.

I have various long term lore plans for Bowsette and the Super Crown.

Of course, as always, the first and most important part is the smut.

Feel free to find some cowgirl pictures of Bowsette to appreciate before you read.

Bowsette!

Bowsette!

Bowsette!

Bowsette!

Chapter 3 - Hot and Needy

The temperature is… is getting higher?

I don't know. I'm already naked. My glorious nude body is here, looming over my foe. But I'm sweating and gasping for air.

It's getting… hot. My skin…

I'm burning up.

A shiny sheen of sweat has coated my body. My curvaceous body is glistening in the light of the lava pit beside us.

It's not the heat of lava that is making me sweat. That's nothing. The heat of battle has taken me.

Thrill. Victory.

I win. I captured Mario!

Haaa~

Haaahn~

My panting almost sounds sweet. It's not just the new, silky, feminine voice. It's the bliss inside of my voice that makes my gasps sound so sweet.

Blood boiling. Sweat poring. Skin itching.

Battle. Battle!

That's what a monster lives for!

A monster lives to do bad things!

A monster lives to defeat a Hero!

I never even imagined that such euphoria could exist!

Haaa~

Haaahn~

Mmmmmmn!

I flex my fingers that are pinning his wrists, just to feel my power over him. And it feels so dang good.

I wiggle my hips just to feel how my thighs can pin him. My naked, smooth thighs feel hot as I mount this pesky plumber.

I've subdued and mounted him. My hips grind into his possessively.

Ooooooouh! Look at him squirm!

Yeah!

Yeah! Ahn! Yes!

Take that!

I grind my hips into his worn out overalls.

Take that you damn goody-goody.

And that! You like that? You hate that?

He starts babbling nonsense in Italian.

Haaahn~

Yeah. Y-Yeah~

This. This feels awesome.

This feels amaaaaazing.

Is this how women feel? My slit is so wet and hot. All the unbearable heat that's running through my veins is moving towards that slippery slit.

Haaahn~

This wiggle also gyrated my ass. My fatty, plump ass bumped into something hard and…

FUCKING

HUGE.

This big hard lump that I instinctively know is just all that matters any more.

It feels so good on my slit.

Mario is panting underneath me, helpless. He's blushing. He's babbling itallian.

Did he always look so adorable? Those big blue eyes are the only thing that seems to cool down this boiling blood of mine.

Heat and fire under my skin. Flecks of sweat fly off of me as I ride my rival like a bitch in heat.

That big, nasty bump in his pants is grinding up against my slit.

My…

My pussy. My cunt.

I'm getting closer. Closer and closer.

To… To something!

Something huge! Something hot!

My head is getting fuzzy from all the need bouncing around.

Somehow the cold metal of Mario's zipper bounced against my clitoris. He spanked my clitoris.

"AHN!" I gasped sharply.

A sharp bolt of pleasure struck my brain.

White hot and penetrating. Pleasure like a lance.

It made me scream loud enough to shake the walls. My slit was drooling warm womanly cum all over Mario's pants.

Unbelievable Pleasure and release. Pleasure like someone's attacking me.

I almost go limp above him. I manage to resist turning to goo only only by the instinctive fear that he will free himself from my grip, wrest himself away from me, and leave me.

He's so strong. People don't know. He's really so beautifully strong that I have to be careful or he'll turn the tables on me and I can't have that. I have to have him. I have to keep him.

I put his wrists together with one of my hands, and pin them above his head.

My other, freed up, trembling womanly hand tugged and clawed at his clothes.

I tore his hat away and tossed it into the lava.

Oh, he has such soft hair. Yesss~ It feels good under my fingers.

Oh, what's going on?

His skin feels rough and rugged under my soft fingers. His mustache tickles and is mysteriously enchanting.

Not only are these sensations coming from my hands. I have his hard stiffy tenting up his trowsers, poking into my ass.

Everywhere I touch him sends shivers through my body.

Is it the crown? Is the crown making me feel this way? Is it womanhood that's making me feel this way?

I want to caress him. I want to milk him. I want to possess him.

All the while I feel joy and lust and something else seeping in through the crown.

Feelings were falling down from it, into my head.

OH Yes. Yesss~

It feels good but it's not enough.

My claws are gone, but these fingernails are just as sharp.

With movements that were insane with need, I hastily tore his clothes into tatters.

I came at him as if he were a wrapped up present.

Everywhere I tore, I revealed the man beneath me.

MMmmmmmn~

Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes!

He looks beautiful under my hips. He doesn't look fat. He's just broad and strong. He's not short, he's just right.

Everything's just right.

The hair on his chest is driving me wild. The definition of the muscles in those strong arms were now like a prize. Those same arms had beaten the crap outta me so many damn times but now I just wanted his hands on my hips. Hold my fucking hips!

My hands trace over the messy wet spot, where I had sprayed my womanly juices all over his dirty trousers.

Mmmmmm~

Oh, this was a prize beyond prizes.

I tore eagerly at his pants, leaving him in tattered rags. But OH!

His magnificant cock!

My jaw goes slack.

His long, thick cock springs free of the tatters that were once his trousers. It springs to life so storngly that it spanks my plump ass.

Haaahn~

Haaahn~

Haaahn~

He's saying something about Peach, but I'm distracted by those eyes again. I hover inches from his face, my mouth open as I take in big gulps of air. Even my tongue lolls out, I'm so desperately hot. I'm burning up.

Sweat is dripping from my face, onto him. In the reflection of his eye, I can see the madness in myself.

"Sut up about Peach." I moan.

My feminine voice, smooth like honey even drenched in a husky undertone of lust, still surprises me.

"Peach didn't marry you." I insisted. "She had the chance at Marrymore. She had the chance on the moon. She had the chance a million times. She don't want you and she sure don't want me. We'll never have her."

Yes. Yes. The doubt creeping into his eyes.

Yeesssss~

I'm going to fuck you til you pass out, little plumber. All that seed Princess Peach prick-teased into those heavy balls, I'm going to steal it all! I'm going to drain you dry. I'm going to ruin you!

I don't care anymore, about Peach. I don't even remember why I wanted to catch that princess anymore. It was a want that came from somewhere, and I never doubted it.

But wants fade like mists in the face of this need. This need that is taking over every part of my brain.

I don't even want to go back to my old body. That want fades like a dream, because I need to be a woman. I need these big tits and big hips, and plump lips, and a sweet voice. I need this long, shiny blonde hair. I need this radical hourglass figure. I need all these tools so that I can suck and fuck and drain and - and - and -

And this need that feels like it could swallow the whole planet whole.

"'ll be Peach." I promise with a moan. I think I would have promised him anything, to take that juicy shaft inside of me. "I'm your Peach now."

His cock seems to agree. His big, thick cock is burning hot on my ass.

With trembling hands I let go of Mario's wrists and needily run my hands over his shaft. I need both hands for this monstrosity he's been hiding between his legs.

I caress that big fucking thing. I position it so that I can judge it against my teeny tiny woman waist.

! #$$#%

It goes up to my breasts. It goes up to my breasts, what in the world?

I can almost nestle his pretty purple cock-head between my tits, sitting upright on top of him.

Yes. Yessss~

I love the thrill of violence. I love the thrill of battle.

It's nothing to this. Staring at this huge shaft. Having to hunch forwards so that I can stare past my swaying breasts, at the angry purple head.

All the while I wonder if it can possibly fit. In that moment taking this monster cock into my little virgin slit is making my heart race more than when I routinely try to conquer the world.

Because… it's so scary.

I - I can take anything. I'm the greatest. I'm the Queen - King - whatever.

I can take it.

But it's so big.

But I need it so bad.

But it's so fat and imposing.

But that's what makes it look so delicious.

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.