The familiar chill breeze brushed around her naked body. It swirled through her legs and over her waist. As it brushed past her chest and onto her check, she blinked. The cool draft made her body calm. It made her sores seem distant when the gust flew between her legs. For an instant, it seemed the pain was gone but in a matter of seconds it burned worse. Peach tightened her legs, hoping the sting of the draft would subside. She could not move. The beast’s juices became cold and hard, trapping her to the hard bricks. Peach forced her eyes to peer, feeling the old cum on her face flex. She began to lift her head but strength was not within her. Peach felt the burn of her cunt, throbbing from Bowser’s meat. She closed her eyes in shame, feeling like a whore. She could not hide what she had felt before. The penetrating feel of Bowser’s cock remained in her memory. The nauseating scent of the monster’s cream filled the dungeon. It smelled horrible when she first was introduced to it, but some how the putrid smell had become pleasant to her. Peach felt conscious enough to rise. As her face ripped apart from the floor she realized the cum had slightly glued her to the floor. Her hairs were pulled off the ground, one by one as lumps of goo stuck in her hair. Every movement was stiff and required effort. Her glazed cunt was in pure agony. It throbbed with pain and pleasure. Peach began to sob. The pride and hope for the Mushroom Kingdom had been abused and disgraced; yet her body loved it. She relaxed, lying her head back on the cum covered bricks. The smell surrounded her, engulfing her. She didn’t mind anymore. She hated herself. She did not care anymore. She tossed aside her reputation and dignity. She rolled her head closer to the bricks and licked them. She could still taste him. Bowser’s milk had drenched the dungeo (more…)
