Peach asks him to leave

"I-I don't know what's happening, but this is going too fast," said Peach as she turned away. "Please leave... I need some time to sort out my thoughts and emotions."

Bowser felt his anger rising up. How DARE she? She was HIS prisoner in HIS dungeon! Still, the trigger words appeared to be working better than he had expected, and he didn't want to ruin what was happening by forcing himself on her.

"If that's what you really want," Bowser mumbled as he walked out of the cell.

"Thank you," Peach whispered. For all his rough exterior, Bowser was actually quite a gentleman. He never hurt her, or even her guards more than necessary during the kidnappings. He also always made sure she had enough food and water, although it was always a bit boring in his dungeon. Well, except this time, Peach thought with a blush.

She had somehow initiated that first kiss, and kissed him back eagerly after that. Had Bowser somehow hypnotized me? she wondered. But no - she didn't feel like a mindless zombie under his control. She could still think straight, and all her memories were still intact. It was just the strange thoughts and images of Bowser that she was having. Could it be that after all this time she was beginning to fall for him? Even now, she couldn't seem to stop picturing his cock jutting out from between his legs.

"Well, it doesn't matter," Peach muttered with a tinge of sadness. "Mario will come rescue me from Bowser." That was one thing she was certain of, and she repeated it like a mantra. "Mario will rescue me from Bowser. Mario will rescue me from Bowser." She never really ever sorted out her feelings for Mario. Sure, he was her hero and always rescued her, and she had even given him the occasional peck on the cheek - but their relationship never really went anywhere. They had never even kissed the way Bowser had just kissed her. The more she tried to sort out her thoughts, the more they turned towards Bowser. She recalled how his incredibly strong arm wrapped around her waist when they kissed, and the feeling as she pulled her body closer to his, pressing her soft breasts against his broad chest. Bowser towered over Mario, and was stronger and tougher, not to mention he could breathe fire. So how was it that Mario always seemed to be able to defeat him?

Bowser's cock would also easily put the Mario's to shame, Peach suddenly found herself thinking. Why did her thoughts always seem to eventually go to Bowser's cock? She felt a yearning in her privates, and resisted the urge to plunge her fingers deep inside herself and scream Bowser's name. No, she was a PRINCESS!! She wouldn't sink so low so quickly. Eventually Peach went to sleep on the little cot in the corner.