HBD

It was Friday night after a long week for the Dreemurrs, both of them eager to spend the weekend relaxing with one another, especially since Frisk was out of the house. They loved having their child around above all things, though nights would often become awkward since even locks and sound proofing spells were rarely enough to contain the passionate happenings that occur behind closed doors. Having the skeleton brothers or the scaly lovers take care of their beloved child for a few days allowed for a much needed respite, which the two took complete advantage of whenever they could.
Toriel knew from experience how pent up her over-productive king could get if left without her masterful touch, and ever since they started seeing each other again it seemed that Asgore’s passion, as well as the neediness of his manhood, had only redoubled. The queen didn’t mind at all, of course– her needs never went unsatiated with Asgore in the house, and the scandalous deeds they had committed on school grounds only made her heart race faster and her tail raise higher. She gladly relished in the perks that came with having her very, very well-hung husband around again.
Tonight, she had hoped to reap those certain perks to her heart’s content. It had been about two weeks since the two had properly divulged in their lustful antics, spare a few sneaky blowjobs or fingerings, causing both of them to become woefully pent up. Toriel’s tail had raised at even the slightest sight of a bump in Asgore’s jeans, and she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her skirt whenever they walked together. But alas, they had been much too busy being teachers, representatives and parents alike to sneak in a quick session somewhere in the fortnight. Now, that they had the house all to themselves, and only the neighbors to worry about, they both had the same, lewd, wonderful idea.
It had been a miracle that the two made it to their bedroom before clawing each other’s clothes off. In an instant the two were on the bed, Toriel’s hips in the air and her tail hiked up as high as it could possibly go as Asgore knelt behind her and grabbed her hips greedily, neither of them apprehensive to start. Asgore was almost painfully hard as he lined himself up, smirking as he watched his queen drip and quiver in anticipation. Toriel’s heart fluttered as she felt that deliciously thick head press against her entrance before it suddenly pushed as deep as it could into her folds, her head spinning at the sudden pleasure. She could usually tell how the night was going to go based on how Asgore hilted into her for the first time, and her whole body shuddered in perverted delight at the omen she was getting.
She turned her head, reacting to that original, hard thrust that forced her face even harder into the pillow she was resting on, her claws digging small holes into the blanket as she only raised her hips more for her king. Asgore growled out a grunt, his cock twitching as Toriel squeezed eagerly around him, his hips flexing as he rocked against her. After the two dry weeks, even the smallest amount of friction made his whole body tense up with pleasure, let alone the feeling of Toriel’s folds hugging wonderfully tight around him. Lust nibbled at him until it eventually overcame him, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulled her back against, the king eager to make up for the nights they lost.
He dragged himself out, tugging at Toriel’s nerves like strings forcing a moan from her maw before he shoved himself deep inside again. His thrust lingered for a brief second, grinding his hips against hers before he pulled out again. He sighed vigorously, each passing second pure bliss for both of the Dreemurrs. It didn’t take long for Asgore to fall into a strong tempo, his thrusts not coming quite as fast but each one still sending shocks of pleasure through his queen. Toriel’s eyes crossed as she wrapped her arms around the pillow underneath her head, squeezing the soft cushion and pushing her hips back against Asgore’s needy thrusts. With her tongue lolled out, she moaned to punctuate every movement Asgore gave to her, feeling herself tumble towards her climax.
Toriel bit her lip, her whole body quivering of the delicious feeling of being taken from behind by her husband. She could imagine his blissful visage as he drew himself back before he threw himself forward, his deep groans and sighs painting a wonderful picture for her cloudy senses. His passion and love only made the rutting feel better, and the fact that he was doing a lovely job with his hips didn’t help return her lucidity. Broken words and phrases fell from her as Asgore buried himself into her again and again, grasping her sides firmly and shoving himself rapidly against her hips.
She let her pleasure be known, groaning and whimpering in delight. He squeezed and grabbed her hips hungirly, allowing him to sink down to his hilt with every thrust and making Toriel feel so tantalizingly full. Her tongue lolled out as she teetered closer and closer, her senses completely lost to pleasure. Toriel could feel her king’s thrusts turn erratic and faster as they thundered against her, telling that he was very close. Her eyes crossed as he only sped up more and more, her back arching as she felt her orgasm race after Asgore’s.
His grip on her hips tensed as he desperately started to fuck her, his huffs and puffs for breath drowning out most everything in the room. Toe curling bliss washed over the king as he felt oh so close, holding back for a few seconds longer before he slammed himself into his queen, grinding his hips against hers as he roared out a triumphant moan. He gasped and sighed, evidently sensitive as he plastered her walls with his white, hot seed, his hips giving her short, uneven thrusts as he lost himself to pleasure. He began to rock against her, shooting his spunk far into her depths, long, warm ropes filling her well beyond what anything else could.
Even after what felt like a minute, Asgore’s thick lust barely slowed, the pent up king lost in complete bliss as he emptied himself into his wife. Toriel wasn’t used to this, surprise surrounding her as she felt her belly begin to distend. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen after an intense night with Asgore, her belly would often start to swell very slightly after two or three rounds, but never after only one, and never this much. It felt so much heavier, like she had gained four pounds already, and Asgore was still barely done.
But it was– uniquely pleasant. The feeling of warm fullness and the slight stretch of her insides was strangely addicting as she only grew bigger and bigger, each additional rope he shot into her already full insides making her coo. She moaned as Asgore still failed to stop, still gently rocking inside of her as he dribbled the latter half of his orgasm into his eagerly expanding wife. The soft thrusts only added to the pleasure, both stimulating her sensitive folds and jiggling her swollen belly, sloshing the heavy filling she had received in a way that felt too good to describe with words.
Asgore was blissfully unaware of his wife’s new stature, his mind still basking in the delight of his orgasm. She still felt wonderful around him, coaxing him to continue his small thrusts and making the king quickly grow drunk with pleasure, his eyes turning lidded. His hand explored her curves, expecting to fuel her lust for their second round, but they stopped as they felt her newly developed belly. Surprise found its way on his face, his hands pausing at the base of her distended midriff, the soft flesh jiggling at his touch. Her belly had grown quite noticeably, as if she had suddenly gained twenty pounds onto her stomach. Toriel gasped, the feeling of his hands against her swollen belly wonderfully pleasant, and the viscous sloshing deep inside of her made her eyes cross.
The king smirked again, finding a new way to treat his wife. He rubbed small circles in the newly added pudge, playing with the new bounciness of his wife. Toriel sighed, relaxing further into the bed at his attention. It felt so strangely good, each small movement causing a domino effect of pleasure through her. It was almost saddening when Asgore dribbled into a stop, a whine falling from her lips as her folds tried to coax out as much of him as she could. Even the smallest drop made her mind blur, but now she only wanted more. She moaned out a beg for more, her lust growing two fold as want and need filled her mind.
There was not a single objection from the king. He stopped his rocking, smirking as he buried himself deep inside of his wife and changed his pose slightly, getting onto his toes. Toriel moaned at the sudden change of his angle, the queen pressing back against him instinctively as she felt him grab her hips again, moaning as he pulled her flush against him. He leaned forward, making Toriel whimper helplessly with even the slightest amount of movement as he began again, sliding the length buried deep inside of her in and out, pulling more and more of his cock from her quivering sex until he was giving her full, hard and fast thrusts again and again, each one coming faster than the last.
Toriel lost herself in what felt like the blink of an eye, her hips completely at the mercy of Asgore. Small squeaks of pleasure fell from her as an answer to every thrust, the sounds music to Asgore’s ears as he only grew faster, falling into a blazingly fast speed. The king let out grumbly groans and grunts from his wide smile, his hands traveling from Toriel’s hips to other points the he knew were of interest. Delight filled the queen, pleasure hitting every single nerve in her body as she merely begged for more. Asgore’s accelerated thrusts rocked her amazingly hard, each one not only making her feel incredibly full every time he buried himself to the hilt, but also jostling the newfound pleasure point that was her belly.
The harder, hammer-like movements Asgore was giving her completely blew the feeling of his gently rocking from earlier out of the water. The delicious stretch only grew better as her body reacted and swung, forcing Toriel’s face to twist up in pleasure at the syrupy feeling of the cum sloshing deep inside of her. The pleasure grew immediately as she felt Asgore slide his hands down to her belly, toying and teasing at her to make her head spin. The final fact that almost drew her over the edge was the fact that the thing that was making her feel so swollen and plum  was cum. The fact of Asgore’s virility being so high that he could fuck her into the sheets and pump her completely past the brim with just one round alone made her toes curl. Just the blunt truth of it made her legs shake, and that Asgore was about to push her past the brim again caused her hips to raise instinctively higher.
It was almost too much for the queen, her orgasm already welling up deep inside of her. From the wonderful feeling of Asgore railing her as if he hadn’t felt her touch for a year, to the delicious sloshing of his pent up lust inside her and the inevitability of more getting added to that fullness. It was sudden, all the factors adding up to one, wondrous climax. Toriel screamed out, feeling herself clamp down around Asgore as her back arched and came once again. Her eyes closed at both the mind numbing pleasure and the treat that she had eagerly waited for, the queen squeezing around him to get him to cum faster. Asgore was nearly his breaking point, sliding his hands back to her hips while his thundered against her as he held nothing back, growling out moans as he almost viciously took his wife for the final few moments.
A long groan came from him as the tension snapped. He thrust himself in twice, striking deep inside of Toriel before he buried himself as far as he could, giving his queen exactly what she wanted. Toriel’s whole body tensed up as she felt that first rope of many shoot into her already full depths. She sighed as she expanded further and further with Asgore’s seed, smiling wide as she relaxed into her pillow. It felt so indescribably good, filling every empty space inside of her to the brim and making her belly sag and swell until it rested on the bed. She cooed as Asgore began his gentle rocking again, the diverse mixture of pleasure making her afterglow feel like complete heaven as Asgore showed off his potency in the most amazing way.
Soft murmurs and coos fell from the Dreemurrs as Asgore emptied his lust into his eager wife, filling her till she felt like she was about ready to burst. Her belly began to pool onto the bedsheets as it grew and grew, swelling until she felt bigger than when she was expecting Asriel. She moaned as she felt Asgore begin to still, sighing as she felt completely satiated from her husband. The warmth and heaviness was a uniquely blissful experience all in themselves for the queen, who gladly settled and relaxed into the bed sheets.
Asgore sighed as he pulled out with a lewd ‘pop’, watching as a bit of the extreme excess dribbled down her legs. He smirked, reaching forward and giving her belly a few tender rubs, earning a drawn out sigh from the queen. Her eyes were crossed as she lay there, hips still high in the air even after Asgore stepped away from her to get cleaned up.
“My goodness, Gorey. I feel like a birthday balloon.”