A Father’s Love

	Bowser groaned lightly to himself, pressing his back against the door. A clawed hand drug over his face, getting underneath his blue framed glasses to rub his closed ruby red eyes and moving over his snout until he tugged on his fire orange goatee. The koopa king might love his large family but damn did they run him ragged. Having eight teenagers in one house, even as large as the place was, drove a man crazy. A sigh rang out as Bowser ran his claws through his tangled orange mane of hair, moving to lightly finger his horn tips. He really needed this alone time tonight. The others were who knows where in the house and he had secluded himself to one of the bathrooms to relax a little. With that train of thought, Bowser tugged his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor and followed by his pants pooling next to it. Standing in naught but his jockstrap, the koopa moved forward to look himself over in the full length mirror.
	He had quite the body still, being as old as he was. Bowser had retained a lot of his form through his working, keeping muscular but at the same time getting a little bit of flab. The abs he use to have were gone under it but if he pushed his belly, he could feel them there still. Thick hair grew under his arms as one of the limbs moved to scratch the thick, large mound of orange fur between his pectorals. The fingers ran over to brush over one of the nipples, making the koopa bite his lower lip with his fangs. His body responded by making his dick twitch, making Bowser grab his pouch and groan lowly to himself. Flushed, his mind took note of the trail beginning under his navel and expanding out the further it went before it was cut off by the jockstrap. All in all, the koopa was happy with his gold hided form.
	He grew even prouder when he slipped the jock off, his thick dick flopping out onto his plump balls. He was by no means small there, he had both the length and girth to please anyone he desired. The base was crowned by the dense bush and his ball sack was sprouting some of his wild hair. Turning himself, he gazed over his shoulder along his backside, the thick tail hanging a bit limp before he pulled it up and looked upon his own rear. It was lightly fuzzy but still firm. Chuckling to himself, Bowser grabbed his cheek and squeezed, making him inhale a bit sharply. Yep, been too long since his last lay. Not surprising with the house always having people in it. With a sigh, the koopa stopped ogling himself in the mirror and proceeded over to the tub, leaning down to stop it up before turning on the faucet to rain warm water into the basin.
	When the tub was full enough, he turned off the water before he climbed in. It was a bit snug for him, being longer than it was wider, but he took the end opposite of the faucet and laid himself on his back, just enjoying the feeling of warmth soothing into his form. Bowser placed his hands behind his head, his elbows leaning on the sides of the tub and let his legs draw up some. The cool air accosted his wet limbs, his chest and abdomen getting slightly chilled but let’s be fair, his dick was in the warmth and that’s all that mattered. The combination of cool and warm was great for him. Another sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. The house was loud still, he could hear the others arguing or playing their games or whatever they did when they were together or in their rooms. Creaks and stomps and clicking seemed to echo but Bowser stopped hearing most of it. His breathing was slow and rhythmic, his mind quiet for once and he was relaxed. Truly he might have dozed off in this serene moment.
	The moment passed when a hand not his own grabbed at his junk. Heart thudding, the koopa’s eyes snapped open and he lifted his arms out, ready to drag whoever thought to break into his home into a grappling fight. But a hand on his furred chest and a hissed voice spoke the word “Dad!” made him pause. He blinked and kneeling next to the tub was his son Roy. While it was true that they were not related by blood, Bowser having adopted the seven koopalings, he would have to say that it didn’t matter after so many years. They were father and son just like any other family. And it was his son that was holding his genitals and pushing him down, a flush to his face. The koopa king looked over what he could see of his son, the gold skin complimented by the creamy underbelly up to his snout just like his old man. The light fangs on the outside of his mouth unlike Bowser’s own inner ones and the pink “mask” that covered his head was different than the standard green of most koopas. Bowser could make see some hair under the boy’s arm and could see the nipples on the kid’s muscular chest. Though he knew from previous times that Roy took after him a little too much, hitting the gym more than the books and also having a slight flab to his belly. One of the koopa king’s bushy eye brows rose, a smirk tugging at his mouth even in this bizarre situation.
	“Roy, what are you doing?”
	“Uh, j-just admiring you, dad.”
	“Admiring me. While I am fully naked in a bathtub. And you’re grabbing my dick.”
	Roy looked away, his face red. Bowser placed one hand on the young koopa’s chin and turned it back to him. “Hey kiddo, just tell me what’s going on.”
	Nodding, Roy spoke. “It’s just, lately I’ve had…strange thoughts.”
	“Strange thoughts?”
	“Yeah. Mostly it’s of you.”
	“Tell me about them.” The koopa king moved his hand to Roy’s arm, patting it awkwardly. It was weird to be talking and have a hand cupping his junk.
	“Well, I imagine you naked and showing off. Jerking it.” Roy paused, biting his lower lip as he spoke quietly. “Having sex with me.”
	To say Bowser’s bushy eyebrows rose a little was an understatement, those things rocketed straight up to the moon. Never in his dreams did Bowser honestly see this one coming. “And what ended up happening in those dreams of yours?”
	“We jerked off together, sucked each other off and fucked each other. I tended to fuck you more though.”
	“Are you gay, Roy?”
	“NO!” After the exclamation, Roy’s hand moved from the koopa king’s chest to his mouth, realizing late that he needed to stay quiet. Bowser hated to admit it, but this whole encounter was causing him to stir between his knees. “No, I’ve had plenty of chicks blowing my dick. Just happens guys want to also.”
	“So you’re bi then.” Bowser contemplated for a moment before grinning. “Well, would you like to play out a dream of yours?”
	The young koopa looked on the older one with shock. Bowser rolled his eyes before leaning up and grabbing the back of Roy’s head, pressing his lips to the young’s. Tilting his head, the koopa king’s tongue ran over his sons’s lips, seeking entry before it was granted in a small groan. He wasted no time in shoving his thick tongue into his son’s mouth, running over the tongue found inside. Wiggling the pink appendage, Bowser enjoyed Roy’s maw before he pulled back, saliva connecting their snouts as he breathed a bit heavily. Roy was completely red in the face, shaking a little as he gasped. It seemed making out was something unfamiliar to the young koopa.
	“F-fuck, d-dad.”
	The koopa king just chuckled to himself. Incest appealed to Bowser, strangely enough, even if it technically wasn’t true incest. Regardless, the action and thoughts were arousing him. “Why don’t you polish your old man’s dick? I’ll return the favor afterwards.”
	Roy nodded dumbly for a moment before he shook himself. The hand on his dick started to work the thickening shaft and balls a bit as the young koopa leaned down. Another roll of his eyes and Bowser placed a hand on the muscular chest of his son.
	“Easy there, boy-o. Get in the tub. It’s easier and don’t want someone to see you, do ya?”
	The koopa flushed and nodded. Roy stood up and Bowser got a good look at his naked son. Damn, he was hot. The thick rod was already stiffening up from earlier but the koopa king could tell the boy was his size at least, if not bigger. The balls hung snugly in the sack and the forest of pink pubes around the base and tapering up to the navel was sexy. Truly a stud in the making, or rather, already studding for the others around him. It was hard sometimes thinking of his children as grown. The koopa king shook his head and returned to Roy getting into the bathtub, a strange feeling for both no doubt. His son sat there, for once seemingly intimidated by what was to occur.
	Bowser decided to give a little push for the young koopa. “Come on, feel me up boy. Play out your dreams a bit.”
	That got Roy to move. The koopa moved forward and placed both hands on Bowser’s chest, running over the slightly less defined muscles and chest fluff before slipping to his nipples. The koopa king inhaled sharply, eyes lidding as his son tugged and twisted his sensitive nubs, groaning lowly as he stirred more. A presence loomed over him before the feeling of lips on his came, making him push back into the light kiss before it was broken. Opening his eyes again, Bowser watched Roy’s face look down between the koopa king’s legs and bite his lower lip. Not being able to help but smirk, Bowser felt the hands move down over his abdomen and trail through his bush before a hand grabbed his length.
	Bowser had to choke down a moan that threatened to escape. Someone else touching his shaft was certainly welcome after having to slow his sexual funs due to growing children. Even so, he got action enough but he was somewhat pent up. It was a strange sensation too of the cool air on his dick and the warm hand heating his rod. The hand was anything but stagnant as well, jerking up and down as the other moved down to fondle the orbs of the koopa king. Leaning his head back, Bowser’s breathing picked up, letting Roy explore a little. When the hand moved from his balls to his ass and lightly ran over his tailhole, the koopa king tensed up and hissed lightly. He spoke out then.
	“Careful there boy.”
	“Sensitive?”
	“Not much goes up there. Come on, why don’t you polish your old man’s spear since you seem to enjoy it so much?”
	“What about-“
	“Don’t worry kiddo, I’ll return the favor.”
	That seemed to placate Roy as the young koopa nodded. He moved back into the tub, getting down and placing his muzzle near the rod. Bowser attempted to make more room, spreading his legs a little more and grabbing onto the tub’s rim. Watching his son grab his base before letting his tongue run up the underside sent a shock down the koopa king’s spine. Fuck, this was hot. Pre oozed from his tip before Roy lapped it up. He made a face at that and it made Bowser chuckle.
	“What’s wrong?”
	“It’s salty and slimy.”
	“Better get used to it, it’s how all men are.”
	Roy thought about it before shrugging, moving to place his lips around the head and suckle on it a bit. The tongue lashed along the underside of his head, making Bowser let out a groan and throb inside of his son’s mouth. He had to wonder if his kid was using what worked on him, was a natural or it had been way too long for the koopa king. Whatever the reason, the young koopa was doing a marvelous job of getting him going.
	After a little bit of that, Roy slowly slid down more of the length, taking in an inch or two, seeming to want slow. He sucked lightly on what was in his muzzle before pulling back and going down further. Bowser gripped the sides of the tub as he grunted, legs tensing. How he longed to shove the boy down to his hairy base, but he restrained himself to let his son go at his own pace. His son kept taking more and more, getting nearly to the base before he stopped the descent and focused more on sucking and lashing the underside while the free hand of the young koopa grabbed ahold of the older’s orbs and fondled them. The koopa king couldn’t help the gasps for air as Roy bobbed his head up and down the length, alternating sucking and licking, jerking the base lightly with most upward movements. Pre leaked out from Bowser’s rod, he knew it from how wonderful the wet, warm muzzle was and previous experiences.
	He had to give it to Roy though, his son kept trying to sink further with every bob of his head. He had gagged the first time, trying to shove it all in but he drew off to breath before sinking slower down. The last bit eventually was stuffed into the young koopa’s mouth, bubbles rising from the small pool around the cock base. The koopa king’s toes curled as he tensed, using all of his waning willpower to keep from face fucking the boy. It felt like something was going to break with how tightly he held the tub, either his claws or the tub itself. Roy swallowed around his bulbous head, making Bowser’s eyes cross as he shuddered. Fuck, the boy was fantastic! It got all the better as the young koopa bobbed fully now, his hands pressing on the king koopa’s thighs with strength to keep him in place. Seemed his son knew the instincts at least to keep from being skullfucked. Bowser could feel the fierce knot in his gut growing ever tighter with Roy’s every action. He spoke out in his haggard voice.
	“F-fuck, g-getting close son.”
	The koopa king wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt that what he said made his son work all the harder. Every suck was harder, every bob was faster. Bowser inhaled more as he went, even going so far as to move a hand from the tub to his nipple to twist it and drive his pleasure higher. Then Roy stopped bobbing and used a hand of his own to jerk off the dick, keeping his lips around the head and lashing the head and cumslit. Bowser bucked his hips a bit, trying to find better purchase and breed. It was with a stifled gasp that the koopa king blew his load. The first shot seemed to disagree with Roy, as the koopa coughed it back out before swallowing around the second. Ropes of Bowser’s seed drained down the gullet, most of which went unnoticed by the king himself as he leaned his head back with his mind blank and eyes full of stars. He tapered off after a good amount of time, Roy’s muzzle coated in seed and breathing nicely. That changed quickly when the sound of the door clicking open echoed in the bathroom.
	Eyes wide, panicked, Bowser shoved Roy down to his base fully to keep him from peeking over the rub rim. He couldn’t do anything about his labored breathing as he turned to the door. His only blood related son entered, Junior, with a soft question of “Dad?” The koopa king smiled as he responded.
	“H-hey there kiddo, w-what are you doing here?”
	“Sorry to bother you dad, but have you seen Roy? He disappeared.”
	“C-can’t say I have. B-been in here the whole time.”
	“Alright.” Junior’s eyes roamed over the scene, taking in Bowser’s panic, breathing and arm position. “Are you…masturbating?”
	A quick cough and a flush to his face, Bowser spoke. “J-just a little tug on the meat shaft.” Roy was scrapping along the koopa king’s legs, squirming.
	A devious smile appeared on his other son’s face. “Would you like me to join you daddy?”
	“Uh, n-no, that’s ok. B-besides, wouldn’t the others worry about where you were?”
	Bowser Jr. made a face as he remembered that. Roy scratched harder on Bowser’s body, forcing him to bite his tongue to keep from hissing. Junior shook his head and sighed. “You’re right dad. I’ll make sure no one else bothers you. Roy will come around eventually.”
	“That’s the spirit boy-o.”
	With that, Junior left the bathroom, closing the door. Bubbles formed around Bowser’s crotch in rapid succession. The koopa king waited a few moments longer before frantically dragging Roy from the water. His son sputtered and coughed, water spewing out. Guilt flooded Bowser for what he’d done.
	“Roy, are you alright?”
	“F-fuck dad! You nearly drowned me!”
	“I-I’m sorry! I panicked!”
	The young koopa just sat there, breathing hard. Bowser ran a hand through his hair, worried for his son as Roy leaned back against the other side of the long tub. The koopa king sat there, wondering if he should leave or something. After a bit, Roy spoke up.
	“So, you and Junior, huh?”
	Bowser went completely red. “What do you mean?”
	“I wasn’t losing my hearing, I heard your exchange.”
	The koopa king pondered how to answer as his mind raced. Maybe he could make up for what he’d done to Roy, in his own perverse way. With a sly smile, Bowser spoke. “Had strange dreams of Junior like you did of me?”
	Now it was Roy’s turn to go red. “W-when they weren’t you.”
	Bowser got in close, placing his hands on his son’s chest. He leaned in to whisper in the young koopa’s ear. “Maybe we could have a threesome sometime.”
	That got the boy to bite his lip, as the older koopa worked his fingers around the chest and nipples, playing with the nubs. He decided to tease Roy more with a few ideas. “I remember the first time Junior came to me asking me about sex. He’d long since been masturbating but wanted to do more. Asked me to teach him.” Bowser’s fingers ran along the sides of his son, teasing with claws. “I gave him a blow job. Then he asked if he could do it too. So I taught him how. He asked for more lesson’s when we had time alone or late in the night when he knew I’d be up.”
	“Mmmf, d-dad.” Roy was breathing heavy still, but his face was red and Bowser could tell he was arousing the young koopa.
	“He really enjoyed sucking dick. But he’d been trying to learn more. He asked about how gay guys fucked and I told him. Wanted me to teach him.” A hand worked down to tangle in the wet pink bush, playing and scratching as the other ran along the inside thigh. “I tried to turn him down, but he begged and pleaded. I told him he needed to wait for someone who he loved and trusted and told me that he loved and trusted me more than anyone.” The hand moved to grab Roy’s genitals, the dick already engorged as the koopa king leaned close. “He offered himself to me and I popped his cherry.” Bowser could feel the throb and the stiffer Roy got from that statement alone, along with the slight moan. “I took it slow, rocking back and forth until I bottomed out. How I longed to rail him hard but I refrained from it that once. I made sure he’d enjoy every second of it until I unloaded my cum into his ass. And he did love it. Came just from being fucked.”
	The koopa king stroked the full erect cock back and forth. He let his hand run up and down the young koopa’s chest as he leaned in to kiss his son. It was slow and burning, tongue on lips and that was all. He could feel the boy quivering as he pulled back, licking his lips and dipping his head down. Holding Roy’s base, he placed his lips about the head of the cock before sliding down half of it in one go. Bowser heard the hiss of pleasure as he sucked on the shaft, pulling back and pushing down further. The smell and taste was earthy, not that the koopa king was surprised. He admittedly had sucked plenty of dick in his life-time. The slimy, salty precum smoothly went down his throat as Bowser pushed himself up and down the length, diving deeper every time. Soon it was the cock head in his throat being swallowed, making Roy tense and spurt more pre as the koopa king huffed away in the pubes. It smelled even better, the hair tickling his nose. He was half tempted to just finish things like this, but he felt guilty still for what he’d done to Roy and decided to reward his son.
	That’d wait though, he was enjoying the feeling of a thick, long dick in his muzzle. He moved his hand to fondle Roy’s orbs a bit as he held the other in place with his free hand. Pulling to the head, Bowser let his tongue run around the edges of the mushroom before descending to let his throat massage it. The koopa king couldn’t help himself as he did that a few more times before pulling off with a wet slurp. His hand replaced his muzzle in jerking it off nice and slow while the older koopa went in for another kiss. It was light, but Bowser could see the dark hunger in the young koopa’s eyes. When he pulled away, the hunger was overwritten with confusion. Grinning slyly, the koopa king leaned over the edge of the tub near the wall, pulling up a bottle. He handed it over to Roy, who look puzzled.
	“Lube?”
	“That’s right.” While his son examined the bottle, Bowser took the time to shift down the bathtub.
	“Why do we need lube?”
	“It makes things easier.”
	“What’s eas…ier…” Roy trailed off as Bowser saw him finally look. The koopa kind had placed himself leaning over the edge of the tub, his fuzzy rear end on full display for his son. He was even holding his tail to make it better, seeing the boy bite his lip as Bowser clenched his ass. The young koopa was stunned as the koopa king spoke.
	“To try and make up for earlier, why don’t you fuck me?” Bowser’s own heart raced as he swallowed nervously. He was surprised how steady his voice was. After all these years, he was going to do this. Roy seemed eager too as he popped the lid of the gel and poured it on his hand before stroking his massive dick. The boy slid over behind the koopa king. He could only watch as his son lubed up his hand once more and placed the bottle on the floor outside the tub. Bowser moved his hand to the tub as Roy grabbed one of his cheeks, the lubed fingers sliding between his cleft. He shuddered before he tensed up when one suddenly shoved into his tailhole. It was easily moved in and out, wiggling and touching all the good spots inside of the older koopa. The koopa king relaxed under the finger’s prodding, groaning and tensing some as a second finger was added and tried to pry his hole open some more. They slid back and forth to smooth the later entry of the third finger which made Bowser grunt. Roy used them to lightly finger fuck the older koopa, who was as hard as before when the young koopa had sucked him off.
	He pushed back when the fingers were removed, wanting to keep them there. Tensing again, the koopa king felt the thick, hard rod of his son get between his cheeks as the hands grabbed his hips. The boy lightly ground and pumped up and down, hot-dogging Bowser’s ass. He was flushed as he second guessed himself about letting Roy do this. When the pole shifted from between to pushing between his ass and sliding before finding the purchase of his soft hole, Bowser grabbed the tub in both of his clawed hands. The older koopa doubted he could stop his son even if he wanted to now. Roy applied pressure, the koopa king tensing a bit from the press before relaxing a little. It was enough as the girth cock head drove right into Bowser’s tailhole.
	Bowser himself grunted and growled, clenching tightly around the tip in his rear. The young koopa had enough mind to pause there at least, the koopa king breathing harshly before he inhaled sharply. Roy was sinking inch after inch in, moaning softly and running a hand over the older koopa’s back. Bowser grunted and bit his tongue as the boy did so, gripping tightly to both tub and cock before he felt the slight tickle of the hair on his rear and the light tap from hip contact. He was hilted.
	“F-fuck, dad, you weren’t kidding earlier.”
	“I only use my toy now and then.”
	“I can tell. You’re tight as a virgin!”
	“I am one.”
	The koopa king looked over his shoulder at his son who looked astonished and slack jawed. He got out a single utterance. “What?”
	Bowser spoke in his raspy voice, words punctured by his labored breathing. “Junior doesn’t ask to fuck me and no one has before. You took my ass virginity Roy. Now get on with it!”
	After he spoke, the older koopa looked away, keeping himself on edge. After so many years, he’d finally had his cherry popped, by his son no less! In his youth, Bowser always told himself that if he could fuck himself he would. It wasn’t quite the same but to the koopa king, Roy was a spitting image of him in his own teenage years. The toy he had been preparing with and using for fun was remarkably different from a real dick too. Every inch of it throbbing could be felt along his inner walls, a thing that made Bowser bite his lip and shiver.
	What stole his breath was when the young koopa finally started to pull back, going all the way to the head before pushing all the way in. It sent jolts along the koopa king’s spine, making him shudder and groan lowly. Unlike his rocking for Junior, Roy was going along the full rod at a slow pace. It allowed Bowser to adjust while also pleasing the both of them. The older koopa would clench about the shaft intermittently, gripping the tub every time the boy hilted in him. Roy was definitely longer and thicker than his toy. Hands traveled along his sides and back, lightly rubbing and scratching with the claws along with his ass, squeezing and spreading them now and then as his son slowly drove into him, pushing a bit harder now. Bowser’s mind drifted in a haze before he realized something he wanted to ask. Looking over his shoulder again, he asked it.
	“How do you know how tight a virgin is?”
	Roy smiled. “I’ve fucked a few times. One guy was tighter than you are now.”
	The koopa king turned away again, flush growing deeper. Well, that explained why Roy was doing so well for fucking him. It was a strange thought that crossed his mind, that he was just another notch on Roy’s belt for people he has deflowered. It made his groan out and clench on the length in his rear. It was likely untrue but fuck, was it hot! The young koopa picked up the pace, sliding in easier now that Bowser was loosened and lubed a bit better from pre. Gentle slick noises came from Roy thrusting, Bowser gripping the tub before moving a hand to run across his nipple and down his belly to his dick. He grabbed the hard shaft, hissing a bit while jerking to the rhythm of his son. Water lightly splashed about in the tub, forgotten in the moment as the koopa king used his pre to lube his dick.
	It wasn’t long before Bowser was pushing back into his son’s full length pumps, wanting more. Roy took the hint, with his hands on the older koopa’s hips and began an earnest pounding. The koopa king gasped and bit his lower lip, trying to keep quiet as he was jolted forward, his hand gripping his own cock harder as he pumped faster. The soft sound of balls slapping ass accompanied the slick sounds now, the earthy smell of sex rising in the air. Bowser panted as he was half pulled, half pushed back onto the iron rod shoving itself up his tailhole. The fiery knot in his gut was building again, helped by the pounding of dick and hand on either side. The young koopa pulled the older koopa’s body down a bit, seeming to rise and drove in again. Bowser’s vision blanked around the edges, his sweet spot nailed nearly dead-on. The knot grew tighter, the both of them panting and sweating in the dimmed light. The koopa king was on edge, awaiting the finish he so desperately wanted.
	It seemed somewhat strange to Bowser when Roy rammed home hard, keeping there until the older koopa felt warmth rush through him. His eyes going wide, Bowser grabbed his dick in a tight fist before he erupted himself. Rope after rope sprayed against the side of the tub, falling into the water to be dispersed into milky remains. Not that the koopa king noticed, his eyes were crossed as he spasmed on the dick in his rear, feeling some seed leak onto his fuzzy balls. Bowser could feel the warm, wet breath of his son on his neck, claws digging into his ass as the two lingered in orgasm and afterglow. They stayed there, panting, shaking lightly. Roy made the first move, sliding out of the older koopa’s used hole. Bowser let out a moan and whine when the cock popped out, his gaping hole spilling more cum out on his thighs and balls. About to sit up, the koopa king’s eyes went wide again when he felt something slick run up between his cheeks from his balls.
	Looking over his shoulder, the shuddering older koopa saw the young koopa bent over, snout buried under his tail. Bowser moaned out as his son’s tongue lapped at his leaking hole, shoving into his abused entrance a few times before Roy sat back on the other side of the tub. The koopa king was flushed, turning to sit against the tub’s slope to ease his sore rear from a hard surface. Only a smile sat on Roy’s face, his chest heaving as much as Bowser’s own. Waiting a little while longer, the older koopa finally spoke.
	“Make up for earlier?”
	“Almost. I think we’ll need another session to repay in full.”
	Bowser chewed his cheek. The cheeky bastard. “Maybe next time I’ll claim your innocence boy.”
	He could see the light flush grow deeper as Roy spoke. “Fuck dad, I would love that.”
	A soft smile crossed Bowser’s face. “I know it would. I look forward to when we have that threesome.” The koopa king tilted his head. “How will we tell Junior?”
	“We’re horny teenage boys that want their father for sex. Just say ‘threesome, my room’ and he’ll likely come running. I know I will.”
	The older koopa chuckled. “I suppose. Come on, let’s clean up. Sneaking you out of here is going to be a pain and my relaxing bath was quite different than I thought.”
	Roy nodded before moving to lightly kiss Bowser’s lips. If he had been half his age, the koopa king would have gone in for round three. Ah, the drawbacks of drawing old, your libido was waning. Truly a shame in this situation.