Bowser takes her

Bowser still hesitated, still unsure if Peach was implying what he thought. He had so little experience with this kind of stuff.

With a sigh of frustration, Peach began to disrobe. "You're so dense sometimes, but I guess that's part of your charm."

"A-are you sure you want this?" Bowser asked. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as Peach reached around and unclasped her bra. It fell to the ground exposing her beautiful soft breasts.

Peach thought back to the previous night, and the rush of her unquenched desire returned. She had refused to satisfy herself, waiting for something real. Now her body ached with need. "Yes, I want this more than anything," Peach said softly, as she reached up and stroked his cheek.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," Bowser said, as he reached forward and grabbed her breasts. They were incredibly soft, and fit easily in his large hands. Peach gripped his shoulders and moaned as he squeezed and kneaded them gently. In his eagerness, Bowser accidently dug his claws in and Peach gasped in surprise and pain.

"S- sorry," Bowser apologized. He bent down and his tongue flickered out, licking her breast before playing with her nub. His hand reached down and he cut away at her panties with his claw.

Peach lay down on the floor and pulled Bowser towards her. He lined himself up and gently thrust into her as he continued to fondle her breasts. Occasionally, his claws nicked her skin again, but the pain mixed with pleasure, and Peach's moans and gasps echoed throughout the tiny cell.

Finally with a grunt, Bowser shot his hot load deep into the princess as they both came together.