Chapter #6Sweet As A Peach by: Sly F   Princess Peach doesn't exactly look like the girls you were used to back in the real world, but for an ultra-stylized video game vixen, she was beautiful in her own way. Enormous blue eyes with long lashes, cherubic face with features as smooth as porcelain, a cute figure apparent even under her ornate pink gown. And she felt just as real as flesh and blood to you. Most importantly, her bubble gum pink, permanently pouting lips felt as real as anything you'd ever felt. Especially when they were sealed as tightly as possible around your mouth. You flailed wildly as her tongue performed a gymnastics routine with yours.
Her hand was at your chest, balling your shirt up into her fist and pulling you into the hiding place where she'd been waiting to surprise you. Now no one could interrupt the two of you. No matter how much you may have wanted them to.
Her kisses were just as soft, sweet, and juicy as the fruit she shared a name with. A strand of her spit mixed with yours ran out of the corner of your mouths and down your chin.
So many feeling were hitting you at the same time and you were struggling to make sense of any of them. You were still registering the surprise from the initial peck on the cheek, let alone the brazenly lustful kiss you were still locked in now. It would be a lie to say you weren't experiencing just a little bit of that lust yourself, but this was all happening too fast.
Wasn't she in some kind of committed relationship with Mario? Yeah, Mario was one of the nicest guys you'd ever met, but he also had a reputation for being able to throw a really mean punch.
And also, weren't you supposed to be saving the video game world or something? How were you supposed to do that when Peach wouldn't stop sucking your face like she was Kirby trying to steal your powers?
You gasped for breath.
Trembling, you said: "Maybe we should calm down just a . . ."
She took one deep breath and then quickly pulled you in for another kiss, even deeper than the last one, as if she needed every single kiss to be more intimate and intense.
You put your hands on the puffy shoulders of her dress and as gently and respectfully as possible (She was nobility, after all, and the kind who had definitely done more than enough to earn the love of all of her subjects) tried to push her away enough to signal to her you needed some more space. It had no effect whatsoever. You tightened your grasp on her shoulders just a little and pushed just slightly harder. This time, she responded by grabbing your wrists, prying them from her shoulders, and positioning your hands instead both on her smooth, round hips.
She finally took her lips from yours, so she could give some attention to the rest of your face. Between kissing your cheeks, she whispered in your ear in that incredibly high pitched, incredibly feminine voice of hers
"You." (Smooch!) "Taste." (Smooch!) "So." (Smooch!) "Damn." (Smooch!) "Sweet!"
Your entire face felt sticky. You bet her cartoony pink lipstick smudges were visible on your face from a mile away.
"But . . . But aren't . . . But aren't you with Mari-oh!?"
The last syllable was a scream as she surprised you by biting your neck.
"I'm not Mario's property," she insisted. "I can kiss, or make a cake for, anyone I choose!"
And before you had the chance to say anything else, her tongue was in your mouth again.
She moved one of your hands off of her hip and pressed it into her left breast.
She moved her lips away from yours just long enough to whisper, "Feel how fast my heart is beating!"
And now yours was definitely pounding, too, as Peach mashed her pouty lips into yours again.
Should you just stop fighting and enjoy this? It did feel pretty good. And it didn't seem like you had much of a choice. If you tried to pull away, even a little bit, she sank her teeth into your bottom lip. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make sure you couldn't get away.
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