Minnie and the shrooman stared at the watery blue below. They watched Marco linger near the first isle. He didn't throw any more fish.
"What is he doing?" Minnie wondered.
"Stalking, I suppose. I've no doubt that once he sees the princess, he'll make a super move," the shrooman glared.
"Do you think everything is going okay in there?"
"It takes time. Our princess is super pained by current events. She's been in hiding for so long, with few to trust. I doubt Gamer will have an easy time earning her favor..."
Inside, Gamer and Persica drunkenly danced around the table, wine in hand and belly. Sure enough, the wine was mushroom-flavored. Gamer didn't care, though, as he and the princess connected like finding a shared main in a fighting game.
"You have to carry the family bloodline, and nobody will want you if you don't have money!" Persica imitated her dead father. She leaned against a chair and groaned, "Thanks, dad, now I have a money obsession and I can't look at a coin without pissing myself!"
"I thought I raised you better! You're an embarrassment to the family name! Blah blah blah!" Gamer represented his father with his hand and made it 'talk'. Gamer splashed some of his wine against the dad hand. They cracked up and downed the rest of their intoxicating beverage. Persica fetched more.
"Girl, lemme give you some advice - drop the narcissistic douches! You can do better," Gamer slapped his hands together on each word of his last sentence.
"I don't knooow," Persica didn't want to face reality. She filled her wine up, but savored it, "Lord Shellie's a dick, but he's capable and truly yearns for me. He's a leader with a whole lotta money. Marco's mind is warped because of me, but he absolutely loves my cooking. And that alone shows sweetness. The Marco I knew is still in there somewhere...I can fix him..."
"Pssh, how can you fix anything when they treat you like a doormat? Pacifist or not, either lord or plumber, do you deserve the disrespect?" Gamer put his cup down.
Persica reflected. She stewed on the idea, and Gamer could tell she wanted to agree. It came out weak, though, "I don't..."
"Hell yeah! Say it loud and proud!"
"I don't...deserve to be disrespected!" Persica found her voice.
"Not by Marco! Not by Lord Shellie! Anybody!"
"Not even my dad, that dead piece of shit!"
"Hell yeah, mama! That's what I'm talking about!" Gamer went wild.
"Screw our dads!" Persica equalized with Gamer's energy. While he let out a howl, Persica chugged her wine. She dropped the cup afterwards and let out a grunt. Gamer picked up the joint, got the okay from Persica, and hit it. Mild, actually, compared to the synthetic stuff from his college days. Yet he did it as camaraderie with Persica. He handed it over and she took a couple puffs.
After dwelling on the sensation, and elated by the vocal liberation, Persica whimsically tossed the joint on the table. Gamer chugged the rest of his wine goblet and tossed it behind his shoulder. Teasingly, Persica breathed the fumes out and blew the cloud right in Gamer's face. They stared past the haze at each other's beauty. The trauma bonding and drugs put them in the right mood.
"Thank you, I'll have another," Gamer smirked.
Persica's fingers traced her cleavage. She tugged some aside and said, "No need to thank me; it's yours for the taking. Not the heart or the love, just the head and the tongue."
Gamer gracefully affirmed with his own thoughtful poeticism, "I need to nut."
Persica used both her arms to clear the table. All the woodware, cutlery, and food clattered and splattered. Gamer drunkenly laughed, and the princess crawled onto the table seductively. Once mounted, she faced her legs and rear towards Gamer. She pulled aside her skirt and displayed her plump ass.
Outside, the shrooman neared the front door and called out, "Princess, what was that noise? Is everything okay in there?"
"Right as rain! Please, ah, stay on watch," Persica sounded tired, or distracted. "Gamer and I are just...mmm, baking."
"Baking? Well, at least they're getting along," Minnie liked the good news.
"I suppose I should let him cook. Good luck, Gamer!" the shrooman cheered.
Persica groaned and gripped the sides of the table. Gamer cleaned and mopped the bakery's entrance. His enthusiastic swabbing rocked Persica's counters. She kept pressing back into place whenever he even moved to take a breath.
"You are as if starving," Persica gawked. A thud hit the underside of the table and caught her attention. She peered upside down under the table, and witnessed Gamer's shiitake. It looked like it had eaten a red cap. Persica took pity, "By the spirits, it looks so pent up. Are your chakras blocked?"
Gamer pulled his face out of the oven, and spoke like a dried up, old man, "...you've no idea..."
"Allow me to help. We need equilibrium when consorting," Persica removed her blouson as she dismounted the table. She strutted over to the cubby bed, and one tug of her skirt dropped it from her hips. The luscious princess, baring all, leaned against the cubby entrance, "Let us seek a-"
Gamer scrambled like a newborn deer from his chair to the cubby. In the process, he chaotically knocked aside furniture and removed all his clothes. He dove into the cubby like a cat hopped up on catnip, and took the princess aback. She checked in and saw the strange man lying on his back. He giddily kicked his feet and patted his hands on the bed. His mushroom stood at attention and thrummed.
His silliness put a sexy smile on her face, "You good now?"
"Ye!" Gamer nodded both his heads.
Persica crawled in and over Gamer. He low-fived one of her hanging breasts with his mushroom. She let it trace along her stomach and stopped the crawl when it knocked at her oven door. Their heat sent shockwaves up their spines.
"It's been too long..." Persica closed her eyes and ruminated on the sensation.
Gamer guided her down, and they started cooking mushroom stew. The cauldron was preheated, and Gamer inserted the main ingredient with delicate precision. Persica seasoned and stirred the pot. Her hip flow and lewd stare heated things up. Gamer's eyes crossed and he flopped against the comforter.
"Daddy like?" Persica asked mid-churn.
"Really?" Gamer grumbled, but her sexy giggle thereafter let her get away with it. The low-light cubby made most things difficult to see, but outlines were drawn by the candlelight. It highlighted Persica's curves, but darkened her in whole. Her piercing eyes and haunting moans made Gamer feel ethereal. The mystical home, and the fermenting fumes and alcohol, drowned his thoughts and intensified the princess's touch.
"So close..." Gamer's eyes rolled back, and he laid his hands on her soft thighs.
"Not yet...I need more..." Persica braced herself on Gamer's torso. The stew bubbled and sloshed. Persica turned up the speed and made her bed rumble. The two rocked the cubby hole and set each other's world ablaze with passion.
Outside, Minnie picked at grass. She asked, "I mean, they've really been in there for some time."
"Let's not rush them. These matters are super delicate. It takes a steady hand to negotiate," the shrooman assured.
"It's a good thing he has the magic touch," Minnie giggled.
"What's that?"
"He's able to make you feel funny, and good. Like naughty and stuff," it was relatively new for Minnie to have a sex partner. She didn't know how to word it.
"Poppycock! Our princess is as innocent and pure as they come," the shrooman crossed his arms.
Inside, Persica let out a guttural moan with pure ecstasy, "Yes, daddy...harder..."
Gamer leaned inside the cubby against its framing. He heaved and hoed with strong pelvic thrusts. Persica draped her torso out the cubby and over the bed's edge. She propped herself up on her elbows, while her lower half stayed under Gamer. Sweat dampened their bodies, the stew stained the bed, and the hut was a mess. Gamer experienced a primal surge. He never felt so spiritual, either. His mind soared in third person and watched himself enjoying the female body. The princess's effects, thanks to her drugs, brought on the most carnal part of his very being.
Persica peeked back and said, "I can feel your heartbeat. Your power is opening my channels. You have my allowance."
Gamer slowed the salt and pepper shaker, "Say what?"
"Cum."
"Oooh...'kay," Gamer thwomped harder. He cheated death, overcame a friggin' wizard, and became an impromptu rival of a psychopath. It was time - but recent trauma made him alert.
He cast his eyes to the door; nobody.
He rolled a perception check at the windows; shroomless.
He analyzed the angles and shadows of the ceiling; no fun guys.
Gamer strained and slammed downwards one more time, with the power of a big, blue block, "Urgh!"