Frisky Business - Part Duex

	It took a while for Asriel's horrific memories of his time before being rescued to fade. Despite having had no soul and being driven mad before committing his atrocities and sick games, he still felt partially responsible, and like he would be making up for it a long time. However, as the days blended together and weeks passed, the memories became more like distant, hazy, forgettable dreams. Of course, having a sense of humor always helped things. Asriel was the first to initiate it, when the two began to reminisce one day. "Oh man, how CRINGEY was I back then? The God of Hyperdeath?" Frisk laughed - despite always tearing people a new one she never realized at the time how goofy it sounded. It was easy to joke about it after a while when hanging out, or playing games, but in the moment, he was close to ending the world itself. Only through Frisk's kindness and selflessness did the earth survive. It wasn't long at all after leaving the underground did she go back and finish the job she'd started - the uneasy feeling of not helping someone in need, no matter how impossible it seemed was not an idea that sat well with Frisk. After that, she gained a best friend - and in recent years, something much more.



	"You're not really serious ab- I mean where'd you get this? Is this one of my mom's?" Asriel asked, looking at the delta rune robe Frisk casually tossed to him. "Just think of it as role-reversal.", she quipped with a smirk. "Role-reversal? You want me to be a straight-up psycho, what's with girls and that - I mean it's creepy!" Asriel's flustered behavior only caused Frisk to push the idea more. "Ah come on, we're just screwing around, it might be kinda fun." Asriel took a deep breath."I'm not putting that stupid make-up on my face." Frisk smiled wider, knowing she hooked him in. "That's fine, it's more the attitude I want to see, and to push you out of your comfort zone." She pulled up her thigh high socks as she finished the sentence. "Besides, I know you won't resist any opportunity to make me feel good." She was right - Asriel always felt it was one way of repaying Frisk for all she'd done, but not out of obligation, or even in a bad way - he liked it. He avoided looking at the mirror so he wouldn't die of embarrassment. "This is now the worst thing I've ever done." Asriel was no stranger to self-deprecating humor. "C'mon, you got the imagination, the robe, the horns, you're even a little beefier than you were at the time. Just ham it up like when we first started going out together, and you wanted so badly to make me laugh." If it weren't for the fur, she'd have seen him blush. He really did always try his best to make her laugh with how badly he wanted her. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Oh man, here goes nothing."

	Asriel inhaled deeply, Frisk staring at his chest expand as the air rushed into his lungs. Without warning, the robe billowed at his feet, and a small rush of wind circled around him as he began levitating. Asriel repeated the same sentence over and over in his head - "don't think about how fucking stupid you look levitating in a snuggie in your awful apartment".  Frisk looked upward, impressed, her jaw dropping. "Oh fuck." She said, the wind now pushing her hair back. "FOOL!" Asriel shouted - "I warned you what may happen if you dared to come against my might, and now your world survives broken and battered, only as a result of my MERCY." Her normally squinted eyes widened in awe, wondering if she just dug up something that was locked away by mistake. "You may be their greatest champion, but monster and human alike have now learned to submit before me - now, I will spare you despite your feeble attempt to dethrone me. KNEEL." She tried to hide a goofy smile. "He's really fucking getting into this." She thought. Trying to get into character herself, she hurriedly dropped to her knees and meekly stated "A-as you wish, Lord Dreemurr." Asriel heated up from embarrassment, seeing that she was getting a laugh out of this at the same time, despite being all to willing to dive headfirst into the scenario. Looking directly up into his eyes, she noticed despite his attempt to create a menacing, smug expression, there was still a hint of goofy sweetness shining through. Something brushed her cheek, and she looked to her right to be greeted with the fabric of the robe protruding, hiding what she knew to be her ultimate prize. She liked how the fabric folded and hung off of it, adding some mystery. She ran a hand up his thigh, stopping just below it to scrunch together a handful of soft fur. "Well now - don't be shy." He said, throwing up his arms into a shrugging pose - one she recognized quite well. Again she moved her hand up, and now the other, softly massaging his inner thigh, before carefully running her fingers through the tuft of pubic hair on him. Her warm breath through the robe caused him to twitch excitedly, and he was captivated by how she looked just below him. He found it difficult to stay in character looking down at her cutely styled hair, thick thighs accentuated by her thigh high socks, and her nice big ass, which Asriel had always been fixated on. His mind raced at what he should do with it and wasn't sure if he was still in character or not. His thoughts were interrupted by both hands now softly stroking his shaft and scrotum.

	Frisk bit her lip and brought it close to rest it upon her face. Now extremely warm and stiff, she planted several soft kisses from the tip down to the base of the shaft, where his sweat and scent were at their thickest. She nuzzled her nose directly there and felt herself dripping wet - she wasn't sure if it was a weird thing to be into or not, everyone seemed like a prude compared to her. Then again, years prior to this, the phrase "fuck a goat" wasn't something to be taken seriously. She bit her lip to hide another smile and prevent laughter from breaking through. "Oh master, you have such big JUNK!" Asriel squinted and bit his tongue - she always somehow found ways to embarrass the hell out of him through whatever goofy thing she said or did to just get a kick out of his reaction. He took another deep breath to regain his composure. "I...I'm sure you know how to continue, DON'T disappoint me." With an obedient nod, she brought some saliva forth to the tip of her tongue and formed a trail from the base of his erect manhood to the tip, let it all dribble out to coat it thickly in her spit, and tightly wrapped her lips around and began to smoothly move along it. It was weird seeing her acting so quiet and submissive - or at least, trying to, both of them knew they couldn't act worth a damn. Normally she would fling obscenities and break furniture during their alone time. She began to move a hand up, still sliding her mouth up and down him, and ran the tips of her fingers along his tight core. It reminded him of how toned she was getting in recent years, and how it looked as if  she could beat anything up if she wanted. This continued for a little while, thick drops of saliva falling onto the carpet and Frisk's covered thighs below. Asriel began to feel bad about how long she had been going at it on him and how he hadn't returned the favor yet, so he had to think of something. He was slowly and gently caressing her hair and face during. Small strokes of her ear and cheek made her actually blush somewhat knowing he still was trying to be gentle.

	"You'll make a wonderful pet to serve me for all eternity. You should be thankful that in my conquest of this world I've given YOU of all people the position of being my sole concubine." Asriel wondered if he used that word correctly. Frisk's heart fluttered from his loving caresses, and decided to work extra hard. She began a light humming sensation as she increased her efforts, bringing Asriel nearly to the edge. "N-not just YET!" He blurted out, gently pushing her head back. "I think I should give my pet a little treat for being so good. Rise." She stood up eagerly, spit dribbling from her chin. "My, you really have been working hard, haven't you?". Frisk nodded yes in response, though she wanted to say "You fuckin' bet." He leaned her backward onto the bed a couple feet behind. "I have to admit - you have a remarkable body. These legs and rear especially." He said, lifting her right leg above his shoulder. Still lubricated with her saliva, he prodded the entrance to her pussy. "I bet this is what you're longing for now isn't it?" Now he was really going to impress her. He moved downward to her ass, and began pushing in. "Or maybe I should do something less expected, you might learn to enjoy it rather quickly." He was shaking from being so vulgar - that was usually Frisk's shtick. He stopped himself however, and kissed down through the thin fabric of her socks from her ankle to her inner thigh. His kisses got sloppier along the way, and his warm breath excited Frisk as he neared her cunt. Inching closer with his tongue, he pulled away at the last second and repeated the process with the other leg. "Fucking tease.", she thought. Once more close to her, she stifled a laugh as she uttered "Master - please, I want you." He blushed, but tried to build up his smug demeanor once more. "I suppose that's been enough teasing for now." He planted a kiss on her soaked pussy, and wrapped his arms around her thighs to pull her in closer. He began slowly and methodically licking in the manner he knew she responded to most. She reached a hand down to ruffle the thick hairs on his head. He enjoyed it for a brief second, but then remembered he was supposed to be in charge. He grabbed her hand and pinned it down quickly and forcefully - but not before interlocking their fingers. His long tongue occasionally wriggling inside of her before slowly going back to teasing her clitoris with slow, gentle figure eight and sucking motions. She often joked about using magic to make it taste and smell like cinnamon, but he thought it was just fine the way it was. She started to contort and a quiet "yeah" escaped her lips. Pulling back, a long trail of saliva connected his tongue to the inside of her. He stood up and wiped his mouth, and stepped back to sit down on the chair behind him. He beckoned to her with a "come over here motion" using his pointer finger. She nearly hopped up in excitement and slowly made her way over to him.

	Asriel spread himself out a bit as she climbed on top of him placing herself just over his cock. "Now, we can complete this ceremony." Her fluids dripped down him and he placed both hands firmly on her hips, and she tightly held onto his shoulders. He pushed her down and she took him fully in one movement, having practiced it many times. She leaned forward and rested her head against his chest and he continued to ease her further down onto him. Each time she raised, her lips held tightly around him and slid upward as if they didn't want to let go. "It seems you're actually delighting in your failure now - I knew in timed you'd realize that serving me is a far better future than any other. He picked up the pace as her feet moved under his scrotum, enjoying the soft sensation of her socks on them. Minutes went by without a word, the two of them forgetting their roles and simply going with what felt good. She wrapped a hand around one of his horns, something she often loved to do. His hands lowered from her hips to form a tight grip on her ass and played with it with firm grips as she bounced up and down. Asriel tried to force out one last command. "Now, I expect.....Golly, I can't keep this up, it's too silly." Frisk laughed. She always couldn't help but find the word 'golly' oddly inappropriate while being railed. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with liking the same old, same old. Especially when it's the best way of doing it." Asriel smiled sweetly once again and she grabbed the robe and helped him lift it off. He stood up, still inside of her, and she wrapped her legs around him. He moved toward the bed, fell on top of her and smothered her like a large, furry blanket. He thrusted in and out rhythmically, circling his hips around, pumping her just the way she liked. Her breathing was getting heavy, and she knew how she wanted to finish. "Alright hot shot, roll over!" He brought his face up from kissing her neck. "Alright!" He said, complying in a dorky manner. He rolled over and she followed, mounting him with both hands placed firmly on his chest. She leaned forward and grabbed both horns once more, and furiously began slamming herself down on him. He nearly froze up at her taking control without warning, and the momentum of her movements caused her to keep shoving the back of his head down into the mattress, and his horns into the head of the bed. He remembered why he preferred it this way to begin with as a goofy smile crept across his face. She threw her head back, clearing the hair from her face, and swung her hips in a fluid motion while moving up and down. He eyes made contact with his, and he noticed the sweat pouring down her body. She licked her lips and then bit them. He thrusted upward into her, their movements timed up perfectly to get as deep inside as possible. He could feel her finishing, her insides convulsing around him, and he figured he might as well let go. She counted how many thick bursts of semen pumped into her and made sure to keep a mental note for conversation later. Both inhaling deeply, and now finished, they giggled lightly together.

	"I don't think we're winning any awards soon." Asriel quipped, now getting dressed along with Frisk. After the laughter subsided, he was gravely serious. "Frisk, you cannot tell ANYONE about that." She leaned back on the bed and told him "Well, Alphys is the one that gave me the idea, so I'm sure she told Undyne." He buried his face in his hands. "Hey, there are worse things than people knowing we fuck like that." I supposed you're right - I just hope nobody in the building heard how loud you were get-" A knock on the door interrupted him. He got up and walked casually through the hall and living room to answer the door. He opened up but didn't see anyone there, until his eyes wandered downward. "Oh hey Woshua, what's up man?" Woshua smiled at Asriel and tilted his head. "Hi Asriel. FRISK HERE?" She walked through the kitchen and waved at Woshua. "Hey bud, what brings you here?" Woshua looked directly into her eyes and shouted - "WOSH U MOUTH"