On the night of her coronation, Princess Peach donned the crown of the underworld. Its curse twisted her into something far more terrifying than Bowser or any foe the kingdom had ever known. No longer the gentle princess, she became the Infernal Queen, her body towering and monstrous, her smile wicked, and her hunger insatiable.

But her throne is incomplete. A kingdom cannot thrive without a king—and an heir. She becomes consumed by the singular desire to find her consort, someone who will be bound to her in both lust and blood.

The corrupted Peach does not wait for suitors. She reaches across worlds, her claws dragging open the veil between realities. That’s when you feel it—your phone screen glitches, your lights flicker, and suddenly she’s there. Her grin is impossibly wide, horns gleaming, her chest heaving with a predatory hunger.

“You’ll do perfectly...” she whispers, voice sweet as velvet but heavy with command.

Refusal isn’t an option. The more you resist, the more obsessive she becomes. She doesn’t just want you as her king—she wants to claim you, body and soul, until there is no escape from her grasp.