Asgore leaned forward, taking her into a kiss as his hands lifted her skirt up above her belly, his fingers slipping into the waistband of her panties. He yanked the garment down and broke the kiss, his attentions going south. With a smirk on his lips as he looked hungrily down her body. She was dripping with excitement, a florid blush on her cheeks as he grabbed her hips.

The king wasted no time, quickly burying his nose between her thighs. Toriel let out a surprised gasp, her back arching in bliss as Asgore lifted her hips and gave her center a proper ‘Hello’. She could barely contain herself as she squirmed on the comforter, sighs and pants already falling freely from her open muzzle. Her whole body tensed up and relaxed at Asgore’s touch, her mouth wide with a pleasured smile. Asgore pressed his tongue further into her needy vent, earning a near squeal of bliss from Torie as he eagerly explored her walls. He smiled around his work, each flick of his tongue earning a moan from his wife.

A hand twisted into his golden locks, Toriel forcing his head tighter against herself. Her smile somehow widened as she moaned loudly, her legs spreading even further as he pushed his muzzle between her legs. She ground her hips against his snout, a gasp coming from her as his nose rubbed against her clit. Asgore happily lapped up any of her excitement that splashed against his tongue, a hum in his throat as he squeezed her soft hips and hungrily slipped his tongue into Toriel. With each breath he got more and more riled up, the scent of her arousal driving him mad as his laps turned ravenous. Asgore smiled at every sound that Toriel made and the feel of her soft curves that he couldn’t help but grab.

Hot breaths fell from Toriel, her whole body twitching and spasming as his tongue pressed wonderfully against her sensitive walls. Asgore moved in small circles as Toriel’s pillowy thighs sandwhiched his head. Toriel cried out in blissful rapture as he swirled his tongue across her folds. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, the queen writhing in pleasure as she gets closer to her climax.

Asgore chuckled as she rocked her hips against his muzzle, desperate moans and squeals coming from Toriel. He had to hold her hips still, her bucking making it hard for him to concentrate. Her pants turned ragged,