She kisses him

The ropes fell to the floor and the pain in her wrists subsided. Her fingers tingled as blood flowed back to her hands, causing her to sigh in relief. This combined with the recent barrage of images, and before she realized what she was doing, Peach leaned forward until her lips brushed against Bowser's cheek.

"Eeepp!" Peach immediately pushed herself away as soon as she realized what had happened. The chair toppled to the floor, but Bowser quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her up. He used a little too much ****, and Peach stumbled forward, her body colliding with his.

"Are you alright?" Bowser asked.

"Yes.... well, n-no," Peach whispered. Did I really just kiss Bowser? Just because he complimented me on my pink dress? What would Mario think? The trigger words didn't have to spoken aloud, and as these thoughts raced through her mind she thought about how much bigger and stronger Bowser was than Mario, and what it would be like to kiss him again - more passionately this time. And she blushed as she wondered about his cock, which was almost unnoticeable in it's limp state, and how big it would get when fully erect. "I don't know what happened. I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Bowser replied, his heart racing. "Kiss me again, my Princess in Pink." His strong arms wrapped around her, and his lips met hers. Peach moaned as she threw her arms around his neck and stood on her toes to press her lips against his. Careful not to cut her with his sharp fangs, Bowser's tongue pushed past her lips and danced with hers as they kissed passionately.

Finally, Peach broke the kiss. She stared up at him, flushed and short of breath after their intense make out session. "B-Bowser..." she moaned.