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    The door to Toriel’s room slammed open before rebounding against the catcher, the suddenly open doorway occupied now by Asgore and the queen herself. She was locked in a kiss with him, stuck on her back foot as he led her hastily to the bed. The king had stormed into her house and swiftly made his intentions clear, now he was having his way. He halted just before the bed, still furiously exploring her mouth for the moment. She moaned into the embrace, shivering as he already had possession of her sides. He had fistfuls of her curves, grinding himself on her front as he needily kissed her.

    Suddenly he gave her a heavy spank through her robe that made her knees quake, the sound filling the room while she moaned against his tongue. His hands lingered, squeezing and groping her rump through the fabric until he decided he wanted more. Bunching her robe up, he didn’t relent, kissing her deep and revealing her perfectly white legs. As soon as her derriere was exposed he gave it another slap, relishing the subtle jiggle and her surprised gasp as well as the sudden squeeze she gave his arm. Without a second thought he repeated his last action, gathering the same results before he decided he was tired of her wearing her robe.

    The king may as well have torn the garment off with how hasty he was, casting it off of her shoulders with no regard. His fingers were gleeful to find her fur, digging themselves into her soft coat now that only her underwear was in the way. Next to go was her bra, revealing her breasts to his grabby mitts, then he hooked his thumbs through her panties. Toriel shivered at being naked before the kiss was broken, left panting and hanging onto his broad arms now that she had respite.

    As quickly as he stripped her he peeled off his own clothes, throwing off his button-up before dropping his trousers. Asgore left her with a rather poignant view, making the butterflies rattle in her stomach and her mouth water before she was abruptly turned around and pushed over the bed. Her hips were barely shown off before she was bent over her, lining himself up and placing his hands on her. Before either of them could think he was hilted inside of her, and before she could even moan he had set the hasty tempo.

    Eye crossing bliss filled the king immediately upon slamming his hips forward, flexing his legs and propping himself up onto his toes momentarily to get even deeper in his queen. He was hard and quick, ravaging her right off the bat, and she was absolutely losing her mind. Words couldn’t even form as she was taken furiously, moaning and panting as she cried out every other thrust, melting against those hard thrusts every time they came. A spank punctuated her harmony, forcing more noise from her already jumbled mouth. Relentlessly he carried on, grunting away faster and faster and thoroughly enjoying the crying of the bed springs.

    Her house was filled with sound despite the acts being behind closed doors, the smacks of her hips (as well as his spanks) and the shaking of her bed reverberating through her room. While Toriel could only make noise, Asgore was silent in concentration, fully focused on what he wanted. After giving her a coarse spank, he gripped the sides of her hips and started lifting them back against his thrusts, letting out a quiet groan. The queen screamed into the sheets, her face already buried in them while she clawed for an anchor, one hand reaching behind her and grabbing for the edge of the mattress. Asgore went between blazing speed and a slight deceleration to muster just a few ounces more of power, and every change made her heart race and nerves sing.

    It wasn’t very long until the both of them were close. He offered absolutely no respite, instead rather satisfied in sating his goat lust and watching her rear end jiggle with every meeting. He savored every whine and gasp that left her, and tried to make the lewd and gratifying noise of their hips colliding as loud as he possibly could, for that was one of his favorite sounds. A groan escaped his throat as his tension flared, fingers digging deeper into her coat while he raced forwards, eyes glued onto her back. Very little could convince him to slow down now that he was at his top speed, and even less would work for Toriel.

    Her mouth was stuck somewhere between a smile and something else, confused as to what exact expression she wanted to make, though she really didn’t have a say in that matter. Every movement, every sound, every thought she had was forced out of her from the furious lovemaking she was a part of, and she loved it. Asgore was in absolute control, which to the queen was something she wished happened more often. It was like being swept off her feet in the most incredible way possible, but it happened every time his hips smashed into her.

    “O-Oh goodness me!” she managed to cry out, eyes crossing as she, after a long time, finally mustered speech, each syllable drawn out and articulated by the powerful thrusts she received. Asgore took her outburst as a cue to give her another spank, which only made her lose her mind further. Her head returned flat to the sheets while she rode out every inch Asgore gave her, unable to even hold herself up at this point. He continued on, proving to be absolutely unforgiving in his hammering away, gritting his teeth and putting every ounce of his worth into what he was doing.

    A scowl was on his eyes, but out of pure concentration, wanting nothing more than to finish in that voluptuous derriere he’d been infatuated with for millenia. Muscles came out of hiding, every inch of him flexed and taut as he felt like he was about to burst, shoving himself forward with all his might while sweat dripped off of him. His hefty sack slapped merrily against his target, adding to the raucous ruckus that came from her pelvis. He eyed her curves like a hawk as he gladly took them, watching as they bounced. She looked even better bent over, and her soft form was like a magnet for his gaze to his blurred mind.

    His head leaned back as he let out a smooth, long breath, relishing in her suddenly tighter walls. Her mind had went blank, lost in space and beyond due to the hard thumps traveling through her from her hips. Legs shook uncontrollably as she came hard, loving and moaning at being absolutely ravaged. Asgore didn’t skip a beat, figuring now that he had the go ahead to really give it to her. His glutes flexed as he gave her his final few thrusts, losing himself in another lustful growl. After a dozen more animalistic collisions he finally cemented himself a couple of inches away from her womb.

    With a heavy grunt he spilled himself into Toriel, lifting herself up onto her toes from his grinding. Her pants had barely settled when she felt the warmth seep into her center, cooing at the sensation and instinctually wiggled her hips. She could feel the heavy spasms from his cock while her tail twitched against his belly, shivering as rope after rope made themselves at home. Asgore finally sighed, satisfaction travelling down to his toes as he still greedily held onto her curves. He loved the wide berth of her hips while he ground against them, still pumping his lust every second, each small movement causing exponential amounts of bliss for him.

After a while their panting stilled to labored breaths and laughs as he drooled out the remnants of his climax. He pulled out then gave her a spank for good measure, eliciting a gasp from her and making her hips shift back and forth. She was incredibly sore, but in all the right ways, relaxing her legs and walking them forward back against the bed.

    Asgore stepped back, smiling as her rear wobbled from her movement. She let out a short breath, wiping his brow as his entire body felt impossibly heavy. Toriel was still flattened out, not bothering the move since quite frankly she couldn’t. Her torso lifted up with a deep breath, then she relaxed further into the sheets as she exhaled, shivering. Asgore fell onto the bed like a potato sack, bouncing her slightly before he wrapped his arms around her. She giggled as he kissed the back of her neck.

    “Goodness gracious, Gorey,” she sighed, “Where in blazes did that come from?”

    With a chuckle he squeezed her tighter. “I really couldn’t tell you. Maybe it was something you were wearing.”

    “Well,” she did her best to roll onto her side to face him, barely managing the task, “If you find out please let me know.”

    His smirk matched her grin as he swelled. His hands made small laps along her back. “Gladly.”

    Asgore scooped her up and fell back so that they were both on the bed proper, his muzzle next to hers. Their comfort was inumerable, both of them basking in the exhaustion and afterglow that followed a rut such as theirs. His steely frame fit snug against her soft form as they breathed in tandem, arms wrapped around one another.

    Suddenly she spoke, “I really do not know if I will be able to walk or not tomorrow.”

    “I could carry you, if that’s what you want.” He offered.

    Giggling, she continued, “Mmm, sounds wonderful.”