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 dungeon and stained every inch with his delectable flavor. She had lost all hope and found some comfort from the taste. She grasped her thick nipples and ran her fingers over them. Peach rolled on to her stomach and got on her knees. Her face was still glued to the ground, pressing her lips against the floor, moping the demons leftovers with her tongue. Her hand ran down her sticky body, down to her snatch. She taunted herself, massaging the area, making herself moist. The gentle pleasure somewhat over took pain. It felt incredible. Princess Peach rubbed hard circling her pussy. She continued cleaning the dungeon floors, at the same time causing her own mess. She broke and a quick gush from her cunt flowed down her legs, splashing the floor. The burns and stings were no longer a bad thing. Peach collapsed from her orgasm, lying face down on the rough bricks. Peach struggled to stop petting herself but she could not stop.
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