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>asgore and toriel flop onto their bed
>its a night after a long week, both of the dreemurrs glad that it’s finally over
>and frisk is out of the house
>toriel looks over at asgore with a sultry grin, scootching over on the until she facing him
>”You know, I think this is my favorite part about coming back to the surface.” She says
>”Rest after a good day’s work?” He asks, “I’d have to agree.”
>”No, no, no.” She giggles, “Not quite.”
>”Oh really?” He says, chuckling as she slowly unbuttoned his pink work shirt. “What is it then?”
>”Mmmm. I think you know.” She trails finger hand up and down his thick, golden treasure trail, getting lower and lower until she was nearing the button of his fly.
>”I think you have to jog my memory. I seem to be drawing a blank.”
>”Well,” she purrs, “It’s around nine inches long, about as thick as my wrist and has my name all over it.”
>Just as she says that, her fingers flick that final button open, reaching down into Asgore’s jeans
>”I think I see what you mean, honey.” He rumbles, groaning as her soft fingers wrap around his package.
>He gives her a quick kiss before getting up off of the bed, pulling his shirt off
>A thrum of delight forms in Toriel’s throat as Asgore slowly got nude for her, her teacher’s garb feeling a bit too hot for the moment.
>With a deft finger, asgore reaches down and undoes toriel’s cardigan, admiring his wife as more and more of her white fur is revealed, pulling her short skirt down past her toes and throwing it over his shoulder
>Before long, toriel is down to just her underwear, which asgore relished in taking off, his hands returning to her hips
>After ogling her to his heart’s content, he leans forward as she sits up, taking her into a tender kiss
>She places her arms around his neck as her king placed a supporting hand on her back and the other right above her center
>His fingers trail down her belly, making Toriel humm as he got teasingly close
>A low moan comes from Toriel’s throat as Asgore glanced his finger across her sex
>Her hips buck in response to his taunting fingers, the queen wanting him desperately
>”You… tease,” she forces out between Asgore’s kisses and fingering
>Asgore breaks the kiss and chuckles, moving his hand to the bed behind her shoulders as he lined himself up
>He looks into her eyes for permission before pressing his lips to hers again, slowly moving his hips forward
>Toriel let out a purr of excitement as she felt that fat, heavy something push against her entrance
>She pulled away from his lips and bit her lip as she felt that wonderful stretch that came with making love with her husband
>With a smooth thrust, Asgore hilts himself into her needy passage with a rumbly groan, sighing as her walls squeeze around him
>She cries out in bliss, her arms pulling him tighter against her and legs wrapping around Asgore’s hips to keep him in place
>Her attempts to keep him still barely impede the king, his thrusts coming in at a moderately fast rhythm
>She smiles wide, her eyes fully closed as she feels the satisfying thumps of asgore rutting her
>Low grunts fall from Asgore’s smiling lips, his brow unfurrowed as he was surrounded in satisfaction.
>Lewd sounds of sex fill the monarchs’ room, from the wet slaps of their hips as he thundered against her to the both of the goats letting the other know how much they loved it
>It doesn’t take long for Toriel to get close, begging her king to screw her faster, crying his name as well as pleading for ‘harder’ and ‘right there’.
>Loud, high pitched moans fall from her as she came, her walls clamping down and keeping her king still
>Her hips buck against his as both of the dreemurrs panted for breath, Tori swimming in bliss
>Her eyes uncross as she gained her lucidity, focusing on Asgore’s face
>She was used to him fucking her through her orgasms, but this time he stopped, and he was giving her a funny look
>”What’s with the look on your face, Gorey?”
>Before she can come up with a witty follow up, he scoops her up against his chest and moved towards the wall, his cock still buried inside of her
>Her heart skips a beat as it fluttered in excitement before Asgore pressed her back against the bedroom wall.
>Asgore loops a hand underneath her thigh, the other against the wall for support
>Toriel wraps her legs above his tail, placing her hands along his burly shoulders and back
>Her chin rests against his shoulder, her face scrunching up in pleasure as Asgore gave her two, hard thrusts
>Asgore grunts and sighs as he starts back at their old tempo, smiling at the sensation of his cock grinding against her folds
>Toriel shivered as Asgore’s moaned right into her ear, his deep, rumbly voice making her head spin as he really started to lay into her
>Little dirty talk and ‘Fuck yeah’s filled her ears, Toriel not quite used to him using such vulgarity
>Though she was most likely to blame.
>Asgore only grows faster, the king getting closer and closer as Tori starts to teeter towards her second climax
>His hips move blazingly fast and his balls slap against Toriel’s rear, his moans growing louder and more constant
>The queen breaks first, squeezing around Asgore as he gives her his final thrusts before the feeling of her cumming forces his own finale
>His hips slow until he stops, the king letting out a long sigh as the last bit of his lust dribbled from his member
>The king stands up a bit more straight and looks at Toriel’s loopy eyes, chuckling as she traveled back to her senses
>”How was that, dear?”
>”I think that deserves an encore.”