A Taste of Toriel in your Mouth

It's only been a day since the little one fell down the hole into the dreary underground ruins. He goes by the name Frisk. Thank the stars he wasn't hurt. He's a precocious little boy with a good heart. It's been so long since I last had the chance to take care of a human child...so much unnecessary loss. I couldn't bear to lose another , which is why I steeled my resolve. I'd do whatever it takes to keep them here with me, where they're safe.

He certainly was a strange child. I often would find myself changing out of my gardening clothes every afternoon while I make my way towards my room, and I had the sneaking suspicion I was being watched. I'd go to lift the sweaty blouse over my head, my chest heaving in relaxation, only to hear the rustle of a plant. I smoothed the matted fur on my breasts as I retreated into my room. Perhaps it's just my imagination.

I was sitting in my cozy chair one evening reading a rather interesting book about snails when the child approached me with a question. He wanted a way out of the ruins. My brow furrowed as I tried to dismiss the idea "Whatever for, my child? This is your home now! D-Don't needlessly concern yourself with such things." I said, trying my best to maintain a cheerful disposition. But I could tell they had not been convinced. For the time being however, they didn't press the matter further and simply retired to their room. I let out a tense sigh and frowned. "Oh no...not another one." I can't seem to save one child and none want to stay. I got up from my chair and went to my room to consult my bookcase. Perhaps there was something there I could use. I found some manuscripts containing fascinating concepts such as subliminal messages, hypnosis, and Stockholm Syndrome. This could be it! From there I formulated a bold plan. It wasn't very motherly of me, but I needed an edge. I would have to act soon to get the full effect.

That night, after the child had fallen asleep, I slipped into his room. I see he had gotten the pie I had brought him. I looked down upon him snuggled in the bed, breathing in ever so slightly. He looked adorable as I lightly stroked his cheek. I could hardly bring myself to do what I had planned. The book said familiar sights or smells of arousal could create memorable bonds. My heart started to beat faster as I faced away from him and bent over. I held my breath as I slowly pulled down my panties until they were draped above my knees. In anticipation of this moment, my lower mouth had gotten rather excited. I bit my lip as I leaned back, allowing my scent to waft into Frisk's nose.

Frisk was fast asleep when he felt a warm haze near his face. From it, he could smell something nice. A sweet pastry, maybe? Like Ms. Goatmom made. He craned his head towards the smell, acting on determination alone. Toriel bit her lip as she felt his light breath on her womanhood. She reached down and dabbed a finger into her wetness, her knees wobbling and little nose twitching. At this point, even she could smell her womanly musk. She pulled away her hand, leaving a thin trail of goo, and slipped it into Frisk's mouth. Frisk being completely unaware of what was happening, began sucking on her finger, his tongue wriggling about. Finally Toriel pulled her hand away and pulled up her panties. She turned back to him to find he was tenting under the covers. How precious! She was tempted to reach out for it, but before she could, Frisk rolled over and let out a frustrated sigh. "Poor baby...I'd love to help, but maybe we should save that for another night." She leaned in to kiss his head, and slipped back out the door.

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