jet lag

>asgore gets home from the trip
>he’s horny af, pent up
>tori and him greet
>he says that hes gonna get dressed and that he’d love a nice bit of her cooking
>she goes the kitchen
>starts getting ready
>asgore sneaks up behind
>licky licky up her skirt
>she gets super surprised, but settles back into it
>asgore is getting frisky
>stands up, feeling up his wife
>he’s hard as rocks
>”I missed you so much”
>grinding against her, his hands going to her two points of interest
>he unzips and pulls her skirt down
>dick goes up against her tail on her back, rocking slowly
>She can feel how heavy it is, her hips bucking back, wanting is desperately
>She’s dripping
>her legs are wobbly and spread wide, asgore the only thing keeping her from sliding off of the counter
>he lines up, pressing slowly against her
>teases a bit, only putting the tip in and letting her rear and tail twitch
>”Asgore, you a-awful tease.”
>He chuckles before slamming his hips forward, groaning and relishing her cry of pleasure as his hands land on top of hers
>He goes hogwild, tori only begging for more as she feels every wonderful thrust hit something deep
>”Oh goodness me! Gorey, just like that! Don’t you d-dare stop.”
>All hope of her keeping quiet is lost, luckily they aren’t too worried about that
>Asgore is smiling freely, his own moans mixing with hers as he gives her everything she’s wanted for the past five weeks
>His hands reach into her shirt and squeezes her tits, teasing them before pulling her shirt up past them and redoubling their past activity
>They leave her tits every once in a while to give her a good spank, earning a happy yip
>It doesn’t take long for Tori to cum, her whole body tensing up for the occasion
>She screams his name, her legs completely useless as her hips buck and twitch against his, her walls rippling and squeezing around him.
>Asgore hilts himself as she settles down before pulling out, making Toriel whine at the emptiness
>She looks behind her before Asgore pulls her down on her knees, her eyes lighting up at the mouthwatering view
>it doesn’t take her long to wrap her lips around him, but he has different plans
>Grabs her by the horns, hilting himself down her throat with a ever so satisfied sigh before he starts moving again, facefucking her proper
>He’s never done this before, but both of the Dreemurrs are loving it
>Toriel can only focus on him and the wonderful feeling of him tearing her throat up as he pleased, savoring his salty taste mixed iwth her own juices
>It took less than a minute of his eager, ball slapping thrusts before he’s ready to burst
>He hilts her, slamming his hips against her muzzle as he came, grunting and puffing as he let loose his pent up load down her throat
>He pulls back, giving her several hearty mouthfuls before dribbling the last ropes of his lust onto her tongue and snout, marking the white furs between her eyes
>Tori lapped and slurped at his head as he finished, teasing out his last few delicious drops before she looked back up at him
>He picks her up and bends her back over the counter, Toriel gladly raising her tail for him
>He goes back to their old tempo, tori smiling and closing her eyes, gladly taking anything asgore gave her
>His hands grip her hips, pulling her back with every thrust to meet his, giving her the occasion spank as he saw fit
>He pushes her shoulders down, keeping his hands there and forcing her to stay flush against the counter, making her turn her head as his vigorous thrusts somehow going faster
>it goes on, and after a while she goes full ahegoa, tongue lolling out and eyes crossed, her body limp as asgore had his way, she can barely remember how to moan at this point
>He’s spent himself a good handful of times, some inside, some sprawled across her back
>She loses track of what round they’re on, let alone how many time she came, everything becoming a wonderfully large blur of pleasure and satisfying “thumps”, “slaps” and spanks
>Asgore’s stamina catches up to him, making him slow down as he balls started to stir again.
>The old king’s mighty endurance starts to slow, his thrusts turn into gentle rocking, his small moans forming as he got close
>shoots a final time, grinding against her very slightly as he came, sighing as he dribbles out the rest of his lust
>Asgore keeps himself there, stilling as he let toriel return to lucidity, the queen struggling to move
>”My goodness…”
>He chuckles as he softens slightly, pulling out as Toriel whined a final time, her hips quivering
>Asgore looks at the mess he’s made, both of his wife, and their kitchen
>”You sure were pent up,” she jokes, wincing as she stood up again, cleaning up where she saw necessary with her magic. >”You could say that. Those pictures you sent sure didn’t help.”
>”I’m glad I could stir that kind of lust from you, Gorey.”
>”You don’t even have to try to do that, honey.”
>”Oh, I know.” She said mischievously, wiggling her hips “I think I might need to call in sick tomorrow.”
>”For medical reasons, or for pleasure?” He smirked
>”You tell me.”