Over her back

You release her am and pull out of her, dick bobbing wildly as you trigger and shoot jet after jet of hot sticky spunk over the pristine pink silk of her dress, over her pale blond hair, the final spurts reaching high enough to defile her silly pointy princess hat.

You stagger back and lean against a chair, panting, and Peach leans across the table doing the same.

"I won!" I declare, happily.

"Ye..yes. I suppose you did," sniff the princess, as haughtily as she can manage.

"Maybe you should try fighting honestly rather than drugging your opponents next time," you say happily as she stands up and turns to face you with a frown.

"Peasant" she snaps, sniffing, before turning and stumbling off out of the room to lick her wounds.

You laugh as you watch her go, and rearrange your clothing. Another victory under your belt! Well, time to move on. You exit the room through a small archway, and find yourself back in more modern corridors, painted institutional green and lit by buzzing fluorescent strips. There's no clear indication of where to go, so you take a few turns at random before arriving at a small, sickly green room with a small barred window, a uncomfortable looking bench and several doors. Looks like it's time to pick your next battle.