Chapter 9: Chapter 9
The words hit Luigi like a physical blow, even as Bowser's hand found his throat, squeezing just enough to make his vision swim at the edges. The ruined silk of the gown bunched around his waist as Bowser drove into him again, the thick shaft sliding through his already stretched hole with a wet, obscene sound.
"Mario's coming," Bowser growled against his ear, his thrusts deepening, each one punching a choked grunt from Luigi's lips. "Your big brother. Coming to save you."
Luigi's hands scrambled against the velvet of the throne, finding no purchase. His ass was full, stretched wide around Bowser's girth, the knot already beginning to swell at the base of his cock. He could feel it catching on his rim with each inward stroke, that promise of being locked together.
"He'll see you," Bowser continued, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Luigi's chest. "See you in my gown. On my throne. Filled with my cum." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust, his claws digging into the soft flesh of Luigi's hips. "Think he'll still call you his brother then?"
"Mario... he..." Luigi's voice cracked, broken by a moan he couldn't suppress as Bowser's cock hit that spot inside him, the one that made his toes curl and his cock leak against the silk bunched beneath him.
"He'll know you're mine," Bowser snarled, his hand tightening on Luigi's throat. "He'll see the mark of my knot. Smell me on your skin. Hear the way you moan for it."
Luigi tried to shake his head, tried to form a denial, but his body betrayed him. His hips pushed back against Bowser's thrusts, seeking more of that delicious pressure. His cock, still hard and weeping, smeared pre-cum across the ruined fabric.
"Yes," Bowser hissed, triumphant. "Yes, that's it. Ride my cock, little plumber. Get yourself ready for the show."
The knot swelled further, catching on Luigi's rim with each stroke, and he knew what was coming. He should have been terrified. Should have been ashamed. And he was, god, he was. But beneath that shame lurked something darker, something that pulsed in time with the rhythm of Bowser's hips.
"Please," Luigi heard himself whisper, the word escaping before he could stop it.
"Please what?" Bowser's voice was silk wrapped around a blade.
"Please... knot me."
The growl that answered him was primal, victorious. Bowser slammed forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt as the knot locked them together. Hot cum flooded Luigi's insides, thick and endless, filling him until it spilled around the seal of Bowser's knot, dripping down his thighs to stain the throne.
Luigi's orgasm hit him like a wave, his cock pulsing helplessly against the silk as he came, his body convulsing around the intruder inside him. He heard himself cry out, a broken sound that was almost Mario's name, but the last syllable twisted into a moan.
Bowser held him there, locked together, breathing heavy against his neck. "Two days," he murmured, his voice almost tender. "I want you to think about what happens when he walks through that door. What he'll see. What you'll be."
His claw traced a lazy pattern across Luigi's stomach, pressing against the swell of cum inside him. "And what I'll do to him, if you don't give me a very good performance."
The threat hung in the air, thick as the cum pooling in Luigi's guts. His body was still trembling from the orgasm, still locked onto Bowser's knot, but something shifted in his chest. Something that made him feel even more filthy than the silk clinging to his sweat-slicked skin.
"Punish me," Luigi breathed, the words scraping past his raw throat. "Please."
Bowser's claws stilled on his stomach. The heavy breath against his neck hitched, then turned into a low, dangerous laugh. "What was that, plumber?"
Luigi's face burned, but his cock twitched, still trapped against the ruined gown. "I said punish me." His voice cracked, but he forced the words out, each one tearing something loose inside him. "For wanting it. For begging for your knot. For letting you fill me up while Mario's on his way."
He felt Bowser's knot pulse inside him, a fresh trickle of cum escaping around the seal. The king's hand left his stomach, both claws finding his hips and squeezing hard enough to bruise.
"You want me to hurt you, little plumber?" Bowser's voice was dark honey, dripping with cruel amusement. "After you just came on my cock like a good little whore?"
Luigi nodded, his forehead pressing against the velvet of the throne. "I deserve it. I deserve... everything you've done to me. Everything you're going to do."
Bowser pulled back, the knot still locked, dragging Luigi with him as he shifted position. The sudden movement made Luigi gasp, his abused hole clenching around the swollen flesh inside him. Bowser's hand found his hair, yanking his head back until his spine arched painfully.
"Look at you," Bowser hissed, his free hand tracing down Luigi's chest, through the gap in the torn silk. "Look at what you've become. Mario's little brother, bent over my throne, begging me to hurt him."
Luigi's eyes were wet, but he didn't look away. "Please."