Goat Mommy request

"How was the pie, sweetie?" Toriel asks with a gentle kiss on Sans’ skull.

Sans’ smile grows as he watches Toriel walk back into the kitchen, her hips swaying independently of her tail. He takes another fork of his wife's delicious pie to top the moment off.

"you really hit your head on the snail with this one, toriel," he congratulates as he walks in on Toriel doing the dishes. He twirls her tail between his fingers. She giggles before bending down and locking her lips with Sans’ smile.

"Frisk is staying over at Asgore tonight," she teases, "Just let me finish cleaning."

Sans holds her head as she tries to straighten up and drags her in for another kiss.

"why the hurry, dishes can wait. we got more important things to attend to."

After a snap of Sans' fingers they both bounce down on their shared bed. Toriel strokes Sans' skull as they land, "You're a mean pile of bones, my love."

With a wave of his hand and a blue sparkle of his eye he gently removes Toriel's clothing. He hovers his hand over her, teasing her with things to come. She looks at it hungrily and Sans feels her hips and pelvis shift under him, "what do you want for today, my queen?"

Toriel bites on her claw, "Ribbed, if you would,” she requests with longing eyes.

She grinds her thighs together with warm anticipation as Sans makes a magical gesture with his hand, conjuring up her wish. He can see her breathing quickening and he throws of his jacket before diving into her embrace. He runs his fingers through her furry form and with his magic he caresses her firm breasts. Toriel squirms and her breathing shortens even further, turning into small gasps. She takes Sans and forces his smile onto her lips again.

"you ready?" he asks.

"As ready as a queen can be," she answers with longing eyes before feeling him inside her. The finely crafted ribbing pleasures her every time they move and she struggles to contain her moans.

Sans takes pride in his work and runs his hand up Toriel’s leg. With a firm grasp he grabs her form that he’s longed for.

“buns are coming along nicely,” he quips.

“Bigger,” Toriel demands as she rocks back and forth with him. They move as one.

Sans smiles and ignites his eye. Toriel returns one in anticipation and a second later she feels him expand. She squirms again as he quickens the pace.

“Sans,” she moans, “bigger.”

“anything for my queen.”

Toriel again closes her lips around Sans’ smile, “Enough with the waiting, your queen gave you an order.”

He smiles and obeys. His hands search their way up her body and he twists her tail again.

“Again,” she begs and he runs his finger through it sensually. Toriel feels herself lift from the ground. She squeezes Sans towards her chest and cross her legs.

“Faster,” she demands again. She feels every ribbing of him tickle her as he gives it his all. Then she feels something else, a second part of him massages her spot and the feeling surges through her body.

“Sans,” she screams out, “Sans, never stop. Never shortcut again.”

His smile grows again and he feels Toriel’s chest struggle for air in between waves of bliss. Her back bends up and her voice fills the house with pleasure.

“was it good for you?” he asks. She goes in for another kiss, “i’ll take that as a yes.”