Pressing Matters

	Toriel was laying on her side on Asgore’s bed, reading a book as the aforementioned king was snuggled up behind her, his arms wrapped around her torso right above her belly. He smiled, nuzzling her from behind while she continued to scan the pages of her novel. She turned the page, yawning quietly and readjusting her glasses.

	“You know, Tori,” Asgore spoke up, catching her attention though not enough to pull her from her reading, “I’m worried that we may be going a little bit overboard.”

	That caught a glance from the side of her eye. “Hmm?”

	“All this sneaking around, fitting dates whenever we can and stealing kisses… and making love just as often. I’m worried that it might take away from our relationship a little bit.”

	She rolled her eyes. “Asgore you’re inside of me as we speak.”

	Asgore closed his eyes and sighed as his hips fell flush with hers again under the covers, grinding himself against her butt and further enjoying being able to hilt. “That may be true,” he said finally, opening his eyes again, “But that doesn’t take away from what I’m saying.”

	She scoffed, “Well maybe if you could control the bump in your pants we wouldn’t find ourselves in the bedroom so often then.”

	“It’s not my fault I love you so much!” He complained, pulling himself out again with a satisfied moan, “And that your butt looks so good in that skirt you wear everyday to work.”

	She giggled, “Oh, so it’s my fault!” she exclaimed in mock exasperation, smiling as she felt his arms squeeze her tighter and his hips start to move forward again. “I see how it is.”

	“N-No! Of course not,” he tried to make amends, pausing himself mid thrust, grunting at the willpower required, “I just-”

	He gasped as she suddenly wiggled her hips, jostling his position in her sex and catching him right where she wanted him. He was sensitive and unsuspecting, her walls tugging at his nerves just the right way to make his words crumble. She had a knowing smile as he clutched at her, panting into her neck.

“I think the only thing you need to worry about is whether or not you’re pleasing your lady, Gorey~” she teased, pressing her tail against his belly and wagging it for him, “And as it stands you’re doing a very good job.”

She rolled her eyes again and chuckled as she felt himself start to ease forward again, much slower than before. Returning to her book, she spoke up again: “Asgore, if I wasn’t enjoying our little escapades to have sex, I wouldn’t go through the effort to plan them with you. Why do you think I go out of my way to wear that skirt every day for you?”

Asgore had no rebuttal. “I suppose.”

	“Mhmm, as you should. Besides, if I knew you were all that worried about being too lewd you wouldn’t jump onto your phone any time I ask you to come over, now would you?”

	He chuckled, pressing himself all the way inside of her again, “You’ve got me there, honey. But how is it that whenever you invite me over I always end up spending the night?”

	“Because I know how you Dreemurrs are. A bit too much goat in your family. I should start calling you Randy.”

	“Oh yeah?” he moved a hand down and pulled her hips back, pushing himself as far as he could go, hitting a spot that he knew make her shake and quiver, and it worked. “What was that you said about your skirt?”

	Toriel was left squirming, a moan escaping her smile as her chin tucked against her chest. She struggled futilely until Asgore eased off, leaving her breathless. “Ok, maybe I have my own bit of goat-lust,” she admitted when she caught her breath, “but can you blame me when I have such a handsome husband like you sleeping behind me?”

	Her words dripped of honey, but Asgore snorted. “Uh huh, whatever you say, dear.” He groaned and squeezed her rump, going back to his previous tempo as she found her place in her book. A happy moan left him, gladly filling her hips again. “We should do this more often.”

	“What?” she asked, not quite sure what he meant, “Talk or have sex?”

	“Yes,” he sighed, placing his arm above her belly again as he hilted in her.

	She shook her head, turning her page in her book. The two lay in silence, save for Asgore's panting, the king relishing whenever he felt his groin hit her soft rump as she read. She sighed as her eyes closed, smile widening due to his eagerness.“Faster,” she commanded.

	 “Yes, dear”