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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Making a Prince\n\nBy: Red Rocktober\n\nAsgore sighed, his brow furrowed. As he frequently did, the King of the Underworld was in the throne room, tending to his golden flowers, selecting mature petals and placing them in a small wicker basket to use for tea later. One flower in particular held his attention, however. It was brown and shriveled with a single green leaf still stubbornly hanging on to the browned stem. He had tried everything: pruning, re-potting, fertilizer. Nothing seemed to work. It made him sad, to see any under his care struggling so, yet his most tender care could not seem to let it flourish. He was coming to the conclusion that the best option may be to snip the last leaf and then bury it in the soil so its body might nourish the others. ``Circle of life, I guess,'' he muttered to himself.\n\nHe was so lost in thought, in care for his garden, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He didn't have to tell Toriel what was on his mind for her to know it. His compassion knew no ends, even for a little flower. Careful not to startle him too much, she placed a hand between Asgore's horns, digging her fingers into his luscious golden hair.\n\n``Come, darling. You've done all you can for them today,'' she said, her voice calm and kind.\n\n``I know honey, but I just can't bring myself to leave it, not when it needs me,'' he replied, a big fingertip gently stroking the underside of the one living leaf. ``There's life left in it.''\n\nShe leaned down and put her snout next to the king's ear and whispered in husky, sultry voice, ``I want you to put a life in me tonight.''\n\nAsgore's cock stirred in his shorts. The royal couple had been trying for a child for a while. He felt his love for his wife and for desire to make a life welling up inside him, though it certainly helped that the act of making a baby was so much fun. He stood up, his tent obvious. Toriel smiled at her husband, taking his hand and pulling him towards their bedchambers. He followed with a goofy grin on his face, too big to be hidden by his golden beard. The king loved walking along behind his queen, admiring her figure, her plump ass and deliciously curvy hips that even her modest dress couldn't hide.\n\nOnce they had made it to the spacious bedroom, Toriel pulled him in and shoved him towards the bed. Though he was taller, the broad-shouldered royal easily twice her weight, he let himself be pushed around, his momentum carrying him to the bed where he spun and ``fell,'' flopping back on the soft mattress. She shut the heavy door behind herself. Her little fangs glinted in the dimmed yellow light of their bedroom, her smile almost predatory. She was on the hunt, and was ready to feast.\n\n``Off,'' she said, pointing at his crotch, ``but no touching'' Toriel continued, the pint shifting to a waggling finger.\n\nAsgore nodded eagerly, unbuttoning his shorts and sliding them down to his ankles, pulling one foot out and then kicking them to the side. His meaty cock hung between his legs, resting on his white-furred ballsack. She took a moment to admire his trimmed bush, the halo of golden fur manicured as immaculately as his prized flowers, circling the base of his cock. Toriel licked her lips, looking forward to getting her tongue on those balls, teasing the line of golden fur that ran down the center of the sack.\n\nToriel admonished herself internally. She hadn't gone into this with any kind of plan and was not wearing particularly sexy clothing, or anything that she could take of in a teasing manner. That wouldn't stop her from trying, however. Putting as much sway in her hips as she could, the queen walked over to her bedside table and clicked the little radio on, adjusting the dial until she found something slow and sultry. She returned to stand in front of her husband, hands on her hips cocked to the side.\n\nStepping forward, Toriel lifted a foot up and placed it on the bed next to him, raising the hem of her dress until it was over her knee before stepping back and letting it fall again.\n\n``You tease,'' he said with a grin.\n\nShe just smiled back but crossed her arms across her stomach, lifting them to heft her heavy breasts, bouncing them a few times. As much as she did want to keep teasing him, she also really wanted to get that big prick in her mouth. Turning her back to him, Toriel leaned over, bending at the waist so she could reach down and grab the hem of her dress again. She lifted it up slowly, straightening up as she did, playfully letting it drop a bit here and there in time with the music playing softly from behind her. With her legs exposed she held still, keeping her ass covered. There was a needy moan and she turned to look over her shoulder.\n\n``Ah-ah,'' she chastised as she saw his hand reach for his now-stiff rod.\n\n``Sorry honey,'' Asgore sheepishly replied, moving it to instead unbutton his floral print shirt.\n\nSatisfied, she lifted the blue cloth over her butt and bent back over, allowing her cheeks to spread and reveal her entrances to him. He moaned again, cock twitching at the sight of her pink slit peeking out from the white fur between her thighs. Having revealed the main event, Toriel hurried to pull the dress the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. She turned back to face him, hands once more on her hips, though now they were bare.\n\n``Gosh you're beautiful.''\n\nToriel blushed. He always managed to do that. Still, her prey was in sight and she was ready to pounce. She took three swift steps across the floor, bare feet sinking into the soft pile of the rug, until she was between his legs. Arms on his sturdy thighs to steady herself, Toriel got to her knees, face inches away from his manhood. He could feel her breath on his balls, each warm exhale tickling the fur. Looking down over his gut, he saw her dark red eyes staring up at him, smoldering with lust. He loved how her little horns curved from the top of her head, just barely big enough to hold onto.\n\nShe lifted up on her knees, her soft breasts brushing against his balls. He shivered as she surrounded his throbbing rod with those big, round mounds. Asgore lay his head back and moaned, but he could feel her eyes still on his face, watching his reactions to the pleasure. The Queen squeezed her tits, compressing them around his cock and started shifting her body up and down, stroking him with her tits. She loved the feel of the throbbing pole between her breasts, His dick was long with only the slightest upwards curve - something she thoroughly appreciated when he was inside her - and a beautifully thick head.\n\nFinally taking her eyes off what she could see of his face, she looked down at that pulsing mushroom, swelling in time to his heartbeat. A pearl of precum had formed on the tip, seeping from his cockslit. Unable to stop herself, she bent her neck down, long ears swinging forward and brushing against his inner thigh, and took the cockhead into her lips. Toriel couldn't help but moan, swirling her tongue around the warm tip, flicking it across the slit and tasting his precum. The thick blob coating her tongue, she savored its slight saltiness. It left her wanting more. She bobbed her head, taking more of her husband's cock into her mouth.\n\nToriel began to bob her head in time with the motion of her big, pillowy breasts, going about halfway down the thick pole with each downward motion. It filled her muzzle nicely, just big enough to puff her cheeks out. She pressed upwards against the sensitive underside with her tongue, eliciting grunts of pleasure from Asgore as she hit the sensitive spot just underneath the tip.\n\nShe felt him shift and looked up, cock half in her mouth. Asgore was sitting up on the bed, but he paused when he saw her.\n\n``You look beautiful like that.''\n\nShe blushed again and would have smiled up at him if she could have. Her expression changed in an instant, however, as he reached forward. His hands were going for her horns, wanting to pull her further down onto his cock. Toriel narrowed her eyes, flashing a warning glare at him. Her hands never left her tits, keeping them compressed against him. No words were needed, her look a clear instruction to keep his hands off and let her keep in control. He smiled sheepishly at his wife and leaned back, this time propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch as she worked him over. Though she was servicing him, it was clear she was in charge.\n\nPulling off of him with a sloppy pop, she repositioned her hands underneath her breasts. Rather than moving her whole body, she started lifting them up and letting the heavy globes drop, thudding against Asgore's hips. Toriel worked them up and down the entire length, the soft white fur covering them getting matted by her own saliva. She used them to coat his entire length with it, getting his meaty shaft slick. Looking down at her own chest she smiled, enjoying the sight of the thick head popping up over the top of her cleavage before vanishing in the folds of her big tits. For a moment she thought about finishing him off with the boobjob, knowing how much he enjoyed it. She enjoyed it too, the feel of warm cum spraying her face and chest, but she wanted to get his first load in her mouth. She also wanted very much to tease him, to make him really need the release.\n\nWatching, Toriel saw his cockhead swell, the mushroom head almost flaring out. She glanced up at her husband's face and saw that his eyes were closed, mouth just slightly open. He was close. She wasn't going to let him cum just yet. Toriel leaned back, letting her breasts hang free with her pink nipples poking straight out from the white fur surrounding them, hard and firm.\n\n``Ah-hngg'' Asgore grunted, his balls tingling with pent up need. ``Please,'' he whispered.\n\n'' `Please' what?'' she replied with a smirk.\n\n``Please, honey, I need to cum.''\n\n``Well that sounds like a you problem,'' Toriel continued to tease her husband.\n\nHe sighed, resigned to the fact that he would get his release only when she allowed him and not a second sooner. Asgore's dick throbbed, pushing with his heartbeat as it stuck straight up from his crotch. The slight discomfort from the denied orgasm had passed, his heavy balls lowering from their retracted position, hanging down in his furred sack.\n\nOnce she was sure he wouldn't burst from the contact, Toriel reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock, relishing the feel in her hand. The skin was soft, almost silky, but it encased a core of steel, hard and unyielding in her grip. With her other arm resting on his thigh, she leaned forward and nuzzled his balls, rubbing her snout against his sack, enjoying the line of golden fur down the middle tickling her nose.\n\nToriel extended her tongue, teasing her husband's balls with the tip, flicking the sensitive sack lightly. Sticking it out farther she curled her tongue up, cupping one orb and then the other, lifting them. She slowly stroked his cock, gripping the shaft lightly as she pumped it. Little moans and sighs were coming from above her head, Asgore audibly reacting to her attentions. Working to elicit more noises of pleasure, she continued to lap at his hefty nuts. A few appreciative moans escaped her own muzzle, muffled by his balls. She enjoyed the scent, the taste of the slight musk between his legs. Even though he had been gardening all afternoon, he still smelled mostly of him.\n\nPlacing the tip of her tongue back underneath his balls, she pressed it upwards against his taint just behind where his sack met his body. She pulled it slowly forward, tracing the yellow fur, the seam of skin that ran down the center, all the way up to the base of his cock. Toriel didn't stop there, taking her tongue all the way to the tip of his meaty pole, opening her mouth and descending its length. Asgore twitched as he felt his shaft engulfed in the warmth of his wife's muzzle, Slowly, slowly she sank her mouth onto him. Once she felt the thick head hit the back of her mouth, she closed her eyes and relaxed her throat, allowing it to slide in. She didn't stop until her soft round nose bumped his crotch, holding steady. Her nostrils flared with rhythmic ``chuffs'' as the oral intrusion forced her to breathe through her nose.\n\nAsgore scrunched his eyes tight, trying to stave off an orgasm. He forced himself to focus on anything else. The flowers in the throne room, whether or not his favorite cape was clean, anything to keep his balls from churning out his load. He could feel more precum leaking from his tip, mixing with the thick saliva coating his cock. His concentration was nearly shattered when her throat closed around him for a moment, squeezing his cockhead. She had felt the sticky liquid oozing out and swallowed, a little bit running down her tongue. The slight salt whetted her appetite for more. Pulling back once more, she swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth.\n\n``Are you ready to cum, darling?'' Toriel asked, wiping a bit of spit off her snout onto fur of the back of her arm.\n\n``Yes'' was his breathy response.\n\n``Yes, what?''\n\n``Yes I am ready to cum.''\n\nShe grinned. ``You don't sound like you particularly need it. Maybe I'll just...'' Toriel trailed off, simultaneously trailing a fingertip up the length of his cock and off the end, leaving it to throb in anticipation.\n\n``Please, dear, I need it so bad,'' the King of the Underworld practically whined, ``I need to cum in your mouth.''\n\nToriel circled her thumb and forefinger around his ballsack above his nuts, tugging gently on them. Looking into her husband's eyes, they locked gazes, a moment of electricity passing between them. Opening her mouth again, she let her tongue fall out like she was panting. Slowly, softly, she teased him with it, pressing it against the underside of his cock. She didn't just flick it with the tip, rather pushing the flat of her tongue against his shaft. Toriel opened her mouth wider still and lowered her head, engulfing his cock in her muzzle. She didn't stop until it was once more completely inside her mouth.\n\nAsgore moaned, the warmth surrounding him. It seemed to flow from her, through his cock and into his body. It was more than just a physical warmth. The intimacy of having his manhood completely taken in her mouth felt like it was warming his Soul. If she hadn't been squeezing the cords leading to his balls, the veins and nerves and tubes, he was sure they would have pulled up and emptied their contents into her throat. As much as he once again wanted to grab hold of her long ears and pull her onto him, he lay back on the bed, breaking their intense gaze. Closing his eyes he relaxed and allowed her to work his load out.\n\nShe began to methodically suck his cock, pulling her mouth all the way up until only his head was inside before slowly pushing down to the base. Toriel closed her eyes as well, focused on allowing her throat to stay open so his thick mushroom-shaped tip could slip in. She repeated the motion: almost all the way off, then all the way back down, nuzzling his golden pubes with the tip of her snout. Her lips were clamped shut tight, applying strong suction each time she pulled back. Her tongue twirled and twisted around the length, flicking at the slit and lapping up the precum that was oozing much more copiously than before. Each stroke was faster than the last, her head bobbing like a piston. Asgore looked down his body for a moment, seeing her little horns appear and disappear over the hill of his belly.\n\nWhen she made it to his base she tugged on his nuts, pulling his balls downwards, her expert hands yanking them just hard enough that they almost hurt, but didn't. Toriel released them on the upstroke, only to pull again as she swallowed his cock whole. For a moment there was a quiet thought in her head, that really his first load should go in her pussy, as they were trying to get her pregnant. She quickly admonished the thought, confident in her husband's ability to absolutely fill her with his seed even if the first blasts went into her stomach.\n\nAsgore felt his balls churning, the cum welling up from them as his wife slurped and sucked on his rod. She wanted that cum, wanted that salty, sticky load on her tongue, down her throat. Toriel loved his taste, love having him inside of her. Her hands were practically massaging his balls, fingers urging them to produce a big blast. With a grunt that was cut short, his body tensing up as he neared his peak. The king's cockhead swelled inside her mouth, preparing to launch its lewd liquid into her waiting maw.\n\nToriel gave his ballsack one last squeeze, constricting her fingers around it, allowing the pressure to build up that much further. The way he arched his back a bit, unintentionally thrusting himself into her mouth, told her he couldn't take any more. She backed off so her lips were wrapped about halfway down his length. Toriel wanted to make sure she got a taste before she swallowed, to make sure his load didn't go directly down her throat. Letting go of his sack she instead gripped the base of his cock and pumped her hand quickly up and down the half of his shaft that was not in her muzzle.\n\nWith an incoherent grunt Asgore came, his cock pulsing as a thick wad of his seed spurted out of the tip, hitting the back of his wife's waiting throat with enough pressure that she felt it. Reflexively she swallowed it, the warm glob sliding down into her stomach. Her nostrils flared with a quick breath before the next shot. She continued to stroke him vigorously, helping pump his seed into her mouth. He was gasping and groaning with each blast. Each time she felt his cock grow before another round jetted from the tip. Toriel had to drop her jaw a little bit, loosening her mouth's grip on his manhood to make room as it filled with cum. After the seventh or eight spurt he was done, his muscles releasing, any tension that had been in them flowing out of his cock and into her mouth.\n\nOnce she felt that he was no longer cumming, Toriel pulled back until just the tip of his dick was in her mouth, lips sealed tight under the ridge of his cockhead. She circled her fingers around his base and squeezed, pulling upwards to work every last ounce of spunk up his shaft and out. He shuddered and hissed, his member sensitive after the expert oral attentions. With a grin she finally pulled off entirely, not losing a single drop. She closed her eyes for a moment, moving her tongue around and savoring the taste of his essence. Though salty, his cum always had a slightly sweet flavor as well. She loved the warm feeling, the sticky liquid carrying his body's heat with it. To her it was more than just sexual, it was like taking a part of him into her. She loved the intimacy of it. Finally she swallowed, taking two gulps to get the entirety of his monster load down her throat and into her belly.\n\nWiping the bit of spit off her muzzle onto the fur on the back of her hand, she smiled up at her husband from between his legs.\n\n``Good boy,'' she said with a smirk, patting his thighs. He smiled sheepishly back at her. ``But you'd better be ready for more. Because your next load is going here,'' Toriel continued as she stood, pointing to the bit of pink peeking through the white fur at her crotch.\n\n``Ohh, of course darling. I've always got more for you,'' he replied, giving his balls a lewd squeeze. ``But I think you'll have to convince this one to stand back up.''\n\nHis cock was only half hard, still thick, but resting down against his sack instead of standing rigid. She nodded, confident her husband would be more than able to perform with just a little bit of enticement. Toriel knew exactly what he needed to be ready for action once again.\n\n``Scoot,'' she said, flicking her hands, directing him to move back so he was completely on the bed.\n\nAsgore happily obeyed, moving all the way back on the bed until he could lean against the plush pillows that were piled at the headboard. He smiled as he watched his wife climb up on the bed, standing at his feet and towering over him. His eyes slowly scanned her from head to toe, lingering on her heavy breasts, nipples hard and pink. His gaze traveled down her stomach and paused again at her crotch. He could see that the white fur of her inner thighs was slightly matted, glistening with the wetness of her arousal. Finally they continued down her legs, appreciating the curve of her hips, her thighs.\n\nShe watched him drink her in with his eyes, letting him take his time and enjoy the view. Taking another two steps forward, walking carefully so she didn't trip as her feet sank into the soft mattress, until she was straddling his legs. Toriel blew him a kiss and then turned around to face away from him, smirking as she heard an appreciative groan from behind her. Asgore always enjoyed looking at her plump rear, and she delighted in giving him what he liked.\n\nThe queen got to her knees, still straddling his, and bent forward. She reached between her legs and took hold of his cock, flipping it up to thud into his stomach with an obscene ``plap.'' As she leaned over, her cheeks spread open just enough to give him a look at her tailhole, the puckered ring of her most private place visible for just a moment. Toriel shuffled back and sat on her husband's lap, buttocks surrounding his cock just as her breasts had before.\n\n``Ohh, that's wonderful, dear,'' he said, his deep voice gruff but not rough.\n\nShe started to buck her hips, riding him, flexing her ass to massage his rod as she slid her butt up and down its length. He could feel her heat on him, her pussy practically radiating lust as it brushed his balls. The fur of her ass was soft and silky. Had she not been pressing down against him it would have been too light and tickly. Reclining on the pillow pile he had a perfect view of his wife hotdogging him, squeezing his meat between her sumptuous buns.\n\nUnsurprisingly she felt him begin to harden, blood flowing back into his pole, causing it to stiffen up under her ass. Toriel moaned as well, enjoying the physical signal of his arousal, his desire for her body. He always made her feel wanted, desired. And she desired him too. Needed him. She loved how his belly was soft for cozy cuddling but hid underneath the strength needed to rule the Underground.\n\nHe couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. Reaching out, Asgore grabbed her hips with his big hands, pulling her body against him as she pushed his hips upwards and grinding his cock into her ass. He was rewarded with a lusty moan from her. Toriel arched her back, meeting his thrusts and moving her hips in little circles to rub back against him.\n\nConfident he was ready, his cock rock hard once again, she leaned forward and turned herself back around. Still straddling him, her knees to either side of his muscular thighs, she moved up his body. Toriel lifted herself up on her knees, reaching down between her legs to grab him. She pointed his pole upwards, standing proud, thick. They locked eyes, waves of lust blended with a deep love flowing between them. Lowering her pelvis just until she felt the tip of his spear barely pressed against her slit, she sighed.\n\nAt last, letting go of his cock, she slid down the length of it, fully impaling herself on his spear. They were still looking into each others' eyes, their mouths both open in silent expressions of pleasure. She loved how he filled her, his girth stretching her delightfully. He loved how she gripped him, her tunnel always tight. Pitching herself forward Toriel put her hands on his broad shoulders, breasts swinging forward to brush his pecs. She pressed her muzzle against his, their tongues immediately beginning a dance, darting in and out of one anothers' mouths. As they kissed, she started to ride him, lifting herself up a few inches before dropping back down, the wiry brush of his golden fur tickling her clit each time she hilted him.\n\nAsgore wrapped his arms around his wife, embracing her as they kissed. His mind was awash with sensation, their tongues entwined, the warmth of her chest against his, the heat in his loins boiling up as her wet pussy slid up and down his length. Despite having emptied his balls into her mouth just a few minutes before, he knew it wouldn't take too long before he was cumming again. That was what she wanted, though, so he didn't work too hard to try and last longer.\n\n``Ah!'' she squeaked, the uncharacteristic sound forced out of her when his strong hands squeezed her breasts, kneading her tits in time with her motions down below.\n\nHe was panting but smiled. They both felt their breath coming quicker as Toriel's exertions brought him closer to climax. Her thighs were starting to burn from doing all the work, but for her it was worth it. Ignoring the bit of pain she rode him even harder, lifting herself up higher before dropping back down, picking up the pace. She started to rock her hips forward and back, causing her pelvis to squeeze him even tighter.\n\n``Oh, gonna-'' he suddenly said, the change in motion catching him by surprise and suddenly bringing him to his peak. Asgore's balls pulled tight, churning, ready to shoot.\n\n``Yes dear! -ah - Plant your seed -nnf - inside me!'' she said between grunts.\n\nRather than trying to hold back he simply relaxed and let go, shooting his load deep into her womb. She didn't stop riding him as he came, cock pulsing inside her cunt, the thick mushroom head spurting a half dozen times, coating her insides white. His mind was blank for a moment, washed over in ecstasy. Though she moved slower, Toriel continued to rock her hips, enjoying her husband stuffed inside her. She wanted to make sure she milked him of his entire load.\n\nAfter his cock stopped pulsating in her pussy she stopped moving, leaning down to kiss him. Their muzzles opened, lips pressed gently against one another. Their breath merged, sharing their very essences with each other. Her ears dangled down and got lost in his beard. Asgore arched his back slightly, pressing his bare chest against hers, feeling her softness, her warmth. After a few moments, the passion escalated to lust once more. It certainly helped that as they kissed her body kept squeezing his cock, the warm tunnel twitching and tightening around him in nearly imperceptible movements, just enough to keep him stimulated and hard.\n\nHe decided that instead of passively continuing to lie beneath her, letting himself be kissed, be ridden, he decided it was time he did the fucking. He was the King of the Underground, after all. He took a breath and she felt his body tense up underneath her. She opened her eyes just as his tongue pushed into her mouth, asserting its dominance over hers. Asgore put a hand on the back of her head, gently at first before pulling her mouth harder against his, shoving his tongue almost back to her throat. Toriel moaned into his mouth, willing to relinquish control and let her husband take charge.\n\nGrabbing her little horns he pulled her back, breaking their kiss. The two looked into each other's eyes for just a moment, sharing a soft moment of love. Then Asgore growled. His eyes flashed, the left blue and the right yellow, shining bright just before he made his move, changed the dynamic.\n\nToriel squeaked, a decidedly unqueenly sound. He had grabbed her hips and rolled to the left. With his much greater strength he held her in place, keeping his cock buried inside as he flipped them, his inertia carrying him on top. He was still in between her legs, his wife lying flat on her back. Another soft smile, just wanting to reassure her of his love, that his bit of roughness was just play. She knew, but she thought it was sweet of him to make sure. His constant attention to the care and wellbeing of those around him was part of what had always endeared him to her.\n\nAsgore had needed a short break after his first finish, but the passion and the continuous sensations of her love tunnel rippling along his shaft had kept him hard and ready to go for round three. Still looking into her eyes he began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her.\n\n``Oooh,'' she crooned, each inward thrust bumping his pelvis against her clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.\n\nHe moaned in kind, thrusting into his wife, his queen, filled with the determination to fill her with his offspring, to impregnate her. Asgore thrust, humped, pumping into her again and again, balls bouncing against her butt as she lifted her legs up high, giving him a good angle to pound into her. He kept slowly picking up the pace, each forward movement coming closer and closer behind the last. And he was coming closer too. His muzzle dropped open, panting slightly with a loud ``huff.'' Looking down between them he watched himself, the light pink skin of his cock disappearing into her, the way her pussy gripped him when he pulled back, almost dragging out with him. He loved the way her soft folds looked. He loved how they tasted, too, but that would have to be for another time; the King was on a mission.\n\nToriel wrapped her legs as far around him as she could, squeezing her thighs, pulling him into her deeper on the inward thrusts, relaxing and letting him pull back out. Though sex had never been the defining part of their relationship, it was nonetheless a crucial part. She always felt so close, so connected emotionally when they were connected physically. It certainly didn't hurt that he was fairly well endowed, his cock stretching her just enough to keep her feeling completely full without hurting. She cupped her breasts, squeezing, kneading the round globes, occasionally tugging or twisting a nipple. the tiny little spikes of pain like salt on a meal. It served to heighten the pleasure radiating upwards from her core.\n\nHis breath was coming shorter and she could actually feel his cock swell inside her, becoming a little larger as he neared his peak. He could feel his balls pulling up close to his body, and they no longer slapped against the wet fur around her slit. Though he wanted to cum, to shoot his seed inside her, he also wanted to make sure she got hers. She'd brought him to climax twice already, it was only fair he at least get her over that edge at least once. Scrunching his eyes closed tight he pistoned his rod into her methodically, making sure he buried himself to the hilt each time, pressing against her clit.\n\nShe felt herself getting closer. It wasn't unusual for it to take until his second round inside her for her to get off so this was par for Toriel's course. Closing her eyes she let the pleasure wash over her, building up to her climax.\n\n``Make me a mommy,'' she whispered. ``Make me pregnant...daddy.''\n\n``Ah!'' he shouted.\n\nThe dirty talk was enough to break his concentration and he came, his body twitching as the contents of his balls sprayed into Toriel for the third time. Asgore didn't stump humping her however, fucking her through the orgasm. Feeling his hot spunk shoot into her did the same to her. Her breasts jiggled as her ecstasy washed over her, abs fluttering, legs shaking, toes curling. Her pussy clamped down harder around his cock like her body was instinctively trying to pull his sperm out. His thick mushroom head forced his load deep inside her, pushing his virility deep into her womb.\n\nHer inner walls clenched and released, rippling down his length until they were both spent. Toriel relaxed her legs and he rolled off of her, laying in the bed next to his wife with an arm across his forehead, panting. They were silent, just enjoying some time next to one another, the love flowing between them as surely as Asgore's seed had flowed into her womb. Their shoulders touched, a point of shared warmth that seemed to glow and grow, spreading through their bodies from the one spot, filling their bodies, their Souls. Toriel reached out and put a hand on his chest.\n\n``This one will take. I can feel it.''\n\nHe turned to look at her, staring deep into her dark red eyes. His seemed to glow, blue and yellow, shining with love and excitement. They had been trying for so long. It would give Asgore such joy to have a child to raise, more than just his beloved golden flowers. He placed a hand on her stomach, willing it to be true.\n\n``We should try again tomorrow. Just to be sure,'' he said with a smile.\n\n``Of course, dear. Just to be sure,'' she nodded, her grin matching his.\n\n-\n\nToriel groaned, shifting again in her big plush armchair. No matter how she sat, she could not find a comfortable position. With a sigh she closed her eyes and set her book down. She had probably re-read the same page a dozen times, the words seeming to evaporate out of her mind. Her back hurt, her legs hurt, her feet hurt, her tits hurt. Everything was sore and she was ready to have the child growing inside of her out. She shifted again, this time squeezing her thighs together and grinding against the chair. Not only did everything hurt but she was horny. All the time, it seemed like just a constant itch between her legs that no amount of sex could scratch.\n\n``Poor Asgore'' she thought with a grin. Of course he didn't complain about how often she demanded he fuck her, but she worried he might be getting sore.\n\n``Ugh,'' she grumbled, her focus returning to how sore she was.\n\nShe closed her eyes and rubbed her belly, reminding herself that it would be over soon, that they would have a little Dreemurr running around the palace. That made her smile.\n\n``Hello, dear,'' a deep voice rumbled from in front of her.\n\nToriel opened those deep red eyes and looked at her husband, smiling at him.\n\n``How are you feeling this evening?''\n\nShe groaned, shifting again, trying once more to find some more comfortable position.\n\n``Not great. Everything hurts. I'm hungry. I can't read my book. Have I mentioned everything hurts?'' she asked with a crooked grin.\n\nAsgore walked over to her, kneeling in front of the big chair. ``Let me see if I can help,'' he said as he looked up at her and reached out, taking hold of one of her feet.\n\nShe groaned again but this time with pleasure as he started massaging her foot, cupping her heel in one big hand, thumb pressing hard into her foot and rubbing in little circles. In the preceding nine months he had become quite an expert. Asgore took direction well and knew just where to push, where to lightly stroke, where to squeeze to hit the pressure points, the bundles of nerves in her feet. Toriel cooed, her eyes closed, leaning back in the chair. He had taken her big toe between thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing as he pulled them outwards. He followed suit with her other toes, always mindful of the delicate digits, never squeezing or pulling so hard it hurt, always just enough. Finished with the one, she impatiently stuck out her other leg with a giggle. Asgore smiled and cheerfully obliged her unspoken request. It just wouldn't do to leave them uneven.\n\nToriel simply sat and let him work her feet. Even though he hadn't even touched her sore belly, her aching breasts, her whole body felt more relaxed, like the tension left her through her toes when he tugged on them. When he had finished, he gently placed her foot on the floor and looked up at her. She sighed.\n\n``Thank you my love. That was marvelous. I will owe you so many rubs in return when this is done. Maybe more than just your feet,'' she said with a sly smile, her perpetual horniness working its way in again.\n\n``Of course not!'' Asgore insisted, standing up as though he was about to defend his honor from a scurrilous accusation.\n\n``A few butterscotch pies at least?''\n\n``Mmm,'' he pat his belly in anticipation. ``You know I'll never turn down a butterscotch pie from you.''\n\nLeaning over her, the broad-shouldered king filled her field of view before she closed her eyes and he planted a kiss on her lips. Toriel moaned softly against his muzzle. She reached out and took hold of one of his hands squeezing it. It was only a couple of seconds before her body took over and she placed his hand on her breast. Through the pregnancy her already large chest had become even larger, breasts swelling to produce milk for the coming child. Tender though they were, they were also very sensitive and when handled gently were a surefire way to turn her on. Asgore appreciated their size, though he had been a little disappointed that their tenderness meant he wasn't getting boobjobs anymore. A small price to pay for an heir to the Underground throne, he thought.\n\nHe knew what she wanted. As they kissed his other hand found its way to her chest and he began to gently knead them, massaging Toriel's heavy tits through the large, loose-fitting dress she was wearing. After a few seconds he fumbled at the neckline, trying to slip a hand down the front to rub her directly, but it wasn't quite loose enough for that. The king's advance temporarily stalled, he returned to rubbing them through the cloth. Her moans quickly became more and more urgent, more insistent, more needy. Toriel felt heat between her thighs, the need for a physical sensation. It was almost an itch, a mildly painful tingle buried in the folds of her cunt.\n\n``Fuck me'' she begged, voice breathy when she broke their kiss. Her eyes, dark though they were, seemed to burn with the fires of her lust into him. It wasn't a request but a demand.\n\n``Of course, my queen,'' he replied with a smile, taking a step back.\n\nHe held out his hand, intending to help her up and to their bed so she could lay on her back or her side, whatever was comfortable, and make love to her slowly, gently. Toriel shook her head, long ears flapping about her face. Shifting in the chair she pulled the hem of her long, loose dress up above her waist, above her belly so she didn't have to hold onto it. The cloth rolled into folds above her stomach, resting on the massive protrusion caused by the new life she was growing inside. Asgore stood looking at her for a moment, more in awe than arousal. Her fur had always been a beautiful, pure white, but somehow now it was radiant, brighter than the crisp frost of Snowdin. Below, between her open thighs, her pussy was puffy, pink and inviting.\n\n``Of course, my queen,'' he repeated himself, acknowledging her need for it then and there and all too happy to acquiesce.\n\nHe had been out in the throne room, gardening again, tending to his golden flowers, and so was wearing an old t-shirt and workout shorts. Hooking his thumbs in the elastic waistband, he easily slid them down and off, freeing his stiffening member. Asgore stepped up between her legs, gripping his rod and giving it a few pumps to bring it to full mast. The chair was a little low, requiring him to bend his knees and press his cock downwards in order to slip it into her. They both moaned together as he began to penetrate her, easily stretching her open and filling her warm canal with his rod.\n\n``Don't hold back,'' she insisted, the need burning in her eyes.\n\nHe took her at her word. A blue flash lit his face as he picked up the pace. Asgore began thrusting his hips forward, slamming his meaty cock into her. His motions were steady, consistent, pistoning in and out of his wife's pussy. The king hilted his sword with each push, bumping his pelvis into her clit. He was grunting in a very un-kingly way as the couple rutted on the chair, focused more on giving her what she wanted than reaching his own climax. Their sex life had never been lacking to begin with, but about halfway through her pregnancy she had become ravenous. More than once he had woken up in the middle of the night with her riding him, grinding against him until she came once or twice and could get back to sleep.\n\nAsgore was hunched forward, bracing his hands on the chair's armrests to give him the leverage to really rail his wife. He angled his hips upwards so the thick head of his cock pressed against her inner erogenous zone each time he entered her. He watched as each thrust caused her heavy, milk-swollen tits to bounce, the pink nubs of her nipples poking through her white fur drawing circles in the air. Toriel wished she could wrap her arms around his neck but her belly was too big with their child, so she simply lay back and let him pound into her. Though she needed sex more often, the advantage to being so constantly horny was that she came much faster, sometimes before he did. This was going to be one of those times.\n\nToriel was quickly approaching her peak. The waves of pleasure washing up from her core overrode the pain, the soreness, the tenderness that otherwise seemed to permeate her body. She could feel her muscles starting to clench, tightening her tunnel around Asgore's intruding member. Each time she gripped him harder, the pressure against her g-spot increased, accelerating her ascent until finally she hit her peak.\n\n``Oh, ASGORE!'' she shouted, unconcerned if her voice echoed through the entire palace. ``Yes! Fuck me!''\n\nHe kept humping, biting his lip as he was filled with determination to hold his own orgasm back until she had finished. Her inner muscles were rippling along his length, but he knew he didn't have to last much longer. Sweat dripped off his nose and landed on Toriel's chest as he picked up the pace, balls slapping loudly against her ass, hips thudding into her thighs. Asgore didn't stop when he felt her cum, her entire body shaking, tits jiggling, toes curling.\n\n``Hnng- OH!'' she exclaimed as she hit her release, all of her muscles seeming to tense and then relax at the same time.\n\nAsgore couldn't hold back any longer. Her pussy was grabbing him too tightly, milking him of his seed. With a grunt he plunged himself fully inside her, emptying the contents of his balls into her cunt. His warm cum mingled with the heat of her wetness, painting her insides with his own sticky juice. She felt him fill her up, cock pulsing as he pumped his load out. Though she had hit her climax first they came down at about the same time. His own orgasm was short due to how often they were fucking, only squirting three thick wads of cum.\n\nHe withdrew, straightening up as he pulled out, the continued squeeze on his oversensitive cock sending a shiver through him. There was a quiet plop as a glob of his jizz dripped out of Toriel's pink pussy and dropped to the carpet, soaking into it in a small dark circle. She sighed, smiling at him. The release had been enough for now but she knew she would probably need it again before the end of the day. She also knew he would be more than willing to take care of her then too. ``Maybe he'll let me ride his face a bit,'' she thought.\n\n``Thank you my love. You're wonderful.''\n\nHe smiled as he pulled his shorts back up and over his thick but softening member. ``Of course, my dear. Anything for you.''\n\nAsgore knelt down in front of her and turned his head to place his ear against her belly. Realistically he knew he could only hear her heartbeat, but he told himself that he could hear their child's as well.\n\n``I can't wait to show you your Kingdom, little King. Your mommy and daddy love you so very much already,'' he murmured softly with his cheek against her stomach.\n\nToriel smiled down at him, reaching out to caress his golden mane. It was moments like these that her excitement to finally birth their child was more about the love they could share than it was about just no longer being pregnant.\n\n``You're going to be such a wonderful dad.''\n\n-\n\n``You really didn't have to come with me,'' Gerson insisted as they continued to plod along the road. ``I can handle myself, ya know!''\n\n``Just making sure you get there all right, old man,'' Asgore rumbled with a chuckle and a light pat on the tortoise's shell.\n\n``Oh I'll get there all right. Would get there a lot sooner if you weren't slowing us down,'' he shot back with a wry grin splitting his beak-like mouth.\n\nThough he meant it in jest, he wasn't entirely wrong. Toriel had come with them as well, and this late in her pregnancy she wasn't exactly moving very fast. While Asgore did want to see his old friend off, he had business with the Temmies, so it was an easy excuse to accompany Gerson on his move out to Waterfall. Undyne didn't interject, merely scowling at her Queen, annoyed that she was putting herself in unnecessary danger this way and while carrying the heir to the underworld no less.\n\n``Must be soon, hm?'' Gerson pointed at Toriel's stomach, protruding like a watermelon from her body.\n\n``Should be just a couple weeks,'' Toriel replied, rubbing her belly, ``I hope,'' she muttered.\n\n``That'll sure be somethin','' Gerson said with a gleam in his eyes. ``A young Dreemurr. Whaddya think, Prince or Princess?''\n\n``Prince.'' Toriel's voice was firm and confident. Asgore grinned at her, hopeful she was right.\n\n``He's gonna run you two ragged!''\n\nThe three shared a laugh, with Undyne continuing to keep a sharp lookout and grumbling under her breath, armored chest puffed out and hands ready to grab her spear. Though it wasn't stated, the royal guard knew that the heir, no matter the sex, would likely be running her just as ragged as its parents. They all continued on in silence for a little while continuing on, New Home now well in the distance behind them.\n\nToriel was getting fidgety. She had gotten on top of her husband that morning when they got up and ridden him until she came, but that had been hours ago. As her pregnancy progressed her lust seemed only to get worse. She didn't know exactly where the cave was that Gerson was intending to set up shop, but she knew they were still a ways out from Waterfall. Her crotch was practically burning with need, cunt throbbing with the desire to be filled. She tried to block it out, to think of anything, anything but the constant nagging need to be railed, to have her wet slit stretched open and stuffed, to-\n\nShe shook her head, long ears swinging, trying to clear it. The small party entered a gap between the low cliffs that rose up to either side, the sound of rushing water echoing from the myriad rivers and waterfalls that filled this region of the Underground, giving it its name. The crushed gravel and dirt that lined the ground crunched beneath their feet, broken occasionally by small patches of grass or bright cyan flowers.\n\nIt was no use. There was only one solution to her problem and it was mere feet away.\n\n``How much longer is it?'' she asked.\n\n``We can stop to rest if you need, my love,'' Asgore said, reaching out to gently touch her arm, concern in his voice and his eyes.\n\n``Ehhh, 'bout another thirty minutes or so. Not far now,'' Gerson answered without slowing down, continuing to walk along the path, one slow foot in front of the other.\n\n``No, I don't need to rest,'' Toriel assured him, putting emphasis on the last word to make it clear that she did need something.\n\nHe caught her meaning and his eyebrows went up. ``Now?'' he mouthed to her, incredulous. She simply nodded her head vigorously. Asgore shrugged and gestured at their two companions, silently apologizing with his lopsided smile. Toriel's dark red eyes narrowed. She didn't need to speak to get her point across that she didn't care what it took, he needed to figure out a way to solve this problem. He looked around, eyes landing on a small side path, barely wider than his broad shoulders, that seemed to meander off, a narrow track in the hallways of stone.\n\n``Perhaps we could pause here for a moment?'' Asgore suggested.\n\nThe three stopped and turned to face him.\n\n``Ah, this way, my dear,'' he said quietly, reaching out to take her hand, gesturing at the opening into the wall with his other.\n\nHer eyes lit up and she turned to go with him.\n\n``My liege, I will attend her,'' Undyne spoke up and started to head in the same direction. ``A lady should have her privacy.'' The royal guard had interpreted the furtive exchange to mean that Toriel needed to relieve herself.\n\n``Please Undyne, it's fine, I would prefer Asgore-''\n\n``Nonsense my queen,'' the armed and armored woman said, cutting her off. ``It isn't proper, and you should have guard while - while indisposed'' Undyne whispered.\n\n``DO YOU THINK I CANNOT PROTECT MY OWN WIFE,'' Asgore boomed, sucking his gut in and puffing his chest out, his figure truly imposing, dwarfing his guard.\n\nShe didn't cower or flinch, even when his eye flashed yellow, much too full of determination for that. Undyne did, however, bow and step back, acquiescing to his order. She returned to Gerson, allowing the two to walk off unsupervised.\n\nOnce they were out of view of the other two, it took everything in their power not to burst out laughing, to giggle like school kids who successfully snuck off during class to make out. They had gone maybe a dozen paces into the narrow side passage when they came to a wider spot. A trickle of water was running down the wall, pooling on the floor before disappearing into a crack in the ground.\n\n``This is good enough. Just take me now,'' Toriel whispered above the quiet tinkling of the flowing water.\n\nShe put her palms up against the rock wall, leaning forward but poking her butt out at Asgore. He grumbled with pleasure as he grabbed her loose dress and lifted it up over her backside. It was a sight he always enjoyed. Knowing what was coming when they slipped away from their erstwhile chaperones he was already mostly hard. Asgore stood just behind his wife, grabbing himself at his base. His thick cockhead pressed against her entrance. She was wet and he could feel heat radiating from her crotch, clearly ready and even desperate for it.\n\nWithout fanfare or even foreplay, he pushed himself into her, sinking to the hilt in one go. Fulfilling her request to ``just take her,'' he began thrusting, humping her, standing behind her while she braced herself against the rough rock wall. The two were as quiet as they could manage to be, grunting, panting, but keeping their voices down. Asgore showed restraint, pumping his cock methodically into Toriel's slick pussy. Even though he buried his entire length inside the warmth of her body each time, he didn't rail her like they both wanted, wary of slamming his hips too hard into her ass.\n\nToriel closed her eyes. It really was like they were a pair of horny teenagers, trying not to wake the parents while they fucked in the other room. The furtive nature of it heightened her excitement. She bit her lip to keep herself from squealing or moaning too loudly. The constant noise of flowing water was at least enough to cover up the wet squishing of their fucking. Somehow being unable to make noise, the effort of suppressing it turned her focus inwards, aware of little more than the pleasant stretching of her entrance, the sparks of ecstasy shooting up from her crotch each time his heavy balls swung forward to bump her clit. She couldn't help but sigh and gasp as he kept up a persistent pace, his thick pole sliding easily in and out of her dripping wet snatch.\n\n-\n\nBack on the path, Gerson slowly sat down on the ground, deciding he would take the moment to take a little rest. Undyne remained standing, keeping her watch.\n\n``I can't wait to see the little monster,'' he said.\n\nUndyne's countenance softened.\n\n``It will be nice to have a little Dreemurr in the palace,'' she agreed.\n\n``You'll make an excellent nanny'' Gerson told her with a cackle, but his tone was sincere.\n\n``I just hope he has his father's kindness,'' she replied, having accepted Toriel's assertion that it would be a boy and secretly hoping for it.\n\n``With you there to help, I'm sure he'll be a fine whelp. Just give him a few years before you start his training, hm?'' he said, chuckling again.\n\nShe grinned, giving her spear a dramatic twirl.\n\n``It is never too young to begin training!''\n\nThe two carried on, speculating which parent he might take after more, dreaming up the Underworld heir's future for him.\n\n-\n\nShe was almost there. She needed it. Needed the release, needed to be filled.\n\n``Grab my hips and fuck me'' she demanded, her voice breathy and full of her lust.\n\nHe simply nodded and put his large, strong hands on Toriel's hips, gripping them and pulling her back onto him to match his forward thrusts. He was so oversexed lately, satisfying her drive, that he knew he wasn't going to cum. His only goal was giving her what she needed. The soft sound of his hips thudding into her white-furred ass echoed in the small stone chamber. Asgore felt her hit her climax, felt her inner muscles squeeze him, rippling along his length. He fucked her through her orgasm, not letting up his unrelenting pounding of her pussy, drawing it out.\n\nToriel rested her head against the wall, mouth open in a silent squeal as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. Each one crashed over her mind, more intense than the last, until finally she couldn't take it any more and bucked her hips forward, pulling off of his cock with a wet ``pop'', her pink hole winking shut. Her body continued to quiver for a few seconds as the echoes of her orgasm continued to bounce back and forth in her body.\n\nAs she came down from her peak she straightened up and turned around, looking up at her husband. Seeing his hard cock still sticking straight out in front of him she gave Asgore an apologetic smile. She stretched up on her toes and put her hand on his fuzzy cheek, leaning up to give him a soft kiss of thanks. The pair quickly adjusted their clothes, tucking his slowly-softening member into his pants, before making their way back down to the main pathway where Gerson and Undyne were waiting for them.\n\nThe old tortoise's knees creaked as he got to his feet and Undyne had a suspicious look on her face, but she said nothing. They resumed their journey through Waterfall. Neither Asgore nor Toriel had noticed the little blue echo flower growing just outside the small stone alcove where they had snuck off for their tryst.\n\n-\n\nAsgore wanted to pace. He wanted to spar, or tend to his flowers, or do anything else. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there for his wife, but he was nervous. What father-to-be wasn't? Despite what he wanted to be doing, what he was doing was holding his wife's hand while Alphys rolled her into the infirmary. That and trying not to panic.\n\n``N-n-n-no need to be worried, everyone. Ev-everything is under c-c-control.''\n\nDespite having every confidence in Alphys' intelligence, her own lack of self-confidence was certainly not instilling it in him. She rolled the wheelchair up to a large metal-framed chair, with a thick vinyl-covered seat cushion and stirrups at the base. The two helped Toriel stand and turn so she could get up into the birthing chair.\n\n``Ahh, ah, ah ah'' she groaned, stopping as a contraction gripped her.\n\nShe bent over, trying not to collapse from the wave of pain. Alphys waited patiently, gently patting Toriel's arm. Asgore tried not to panic.\n\nOnce it had passed, they helped her up into the chair, Alphys gently placing Toriel's feet into the stirrups, keeping her legs wide. With some clicks, clanks, and a whirring noise, she tilted the birthing chair back to make the Queen of the Underworld as comfortable as possible. She pulled aside the sections of gown, exposing Toriel's stomach and below. Her belly was swollen, her breasts were swollen, her feet were swollen...And she was beautiful. Despite the grimace of pain on her face, to Asgore she was the most gorgeous thing in the Underworld in that moment.\n\n``L-l-let's see how much you have d-dilated.'' Slipping into her element as a scientist, Alphys became more confident, more sure of herself.\n\nShe rolled a stool in front of the chair and sat down between Toriel's legs, pulling gloves on and easily slipping two fingers in Toriel's vagina and reaching up to feel the cervix. Asgore's eyebrows went up, He hadn't expected that, but then he wasn't really sure what he had expected.\n\n``Oh! Already 10 centimeters. Mm, another contraction, it's been 154 seconds since the last one...and it is...'' she paused, internally timing as Toriel grunted and huffed through it, ``78 seconds. Excellent. Are you ready?''\n\n``Get this out of me,'' she said through clenched teeth.\n\nAsgore winced. He was still holding onto her hand and she was squeezing it, gripping it harder than he realized she could despite his hand being easily twice the size of hers. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, breathing through the pain.\n\n``Remember what you practiced, in-in-out, in-in-out, and when the next contraction bear down,'' Alphys instructed. ``Oh! And we're crowning, ok, now we...''\n\nAsgore did what he could through the process, mostly trying to stay out of the way as Alphys and Toriel really did the work. He was an incomprehensible mix of emotions, excitement and nervousness, happiness tempered by concern for the pain his love was in even if he knew it was simply part of the process. Toriel, for her part, was mostly a bundle of hormone-driven anger and pain. The room echoed with her screaming grunts, her shouted cries, Alphys' and Asgore's murmured words of encouragement and instruction.\n\nIt felt like seconds, or days. Maybe a couple years, or an instant. In truth it wasn't a particularly long or difficult birth, but they're never truly easy. By the end of it Toriel was exhausted, her body weak from pushing a new being out of it. She was only slightly aware of Alphys' muttered ``no vaginal tearing, clean cut on the umbilical,'' and whatever else she was saying. Despite being tired in a way she never thought possible, her mind was filled with the need to see her child.\n\n``Give him to me, give me my son,'' she demanded, motherly protectiveness putting an edge in her tone of voice.\n\nAlphys finished swaddling the newborn in a clean blanket and gently set the baby boy in Toriel's waiting arms. Her expression immediately softened, feeling nothing but love as she looked upon her newborn son. She glanced up at Asgore and saw that his eyes were also full of the same joy and love that she felt. Gingerly he reached out, carefully pulling aside a fold of the blanket to get a better look at the little white-furred face surrounded by soft, fuzzy cloth.\n\n``I have waited an age for your arrival, little one. I'm sorry for the burden of royalty you will have to bear,'' he whispered. Looking up at Toriel, eyebrows raised in a silent plea, he asked if she was ready.\n\nShe didn't want to, wanted to stay simply holding her newborn boy for as long as she could, but she knew they had a duty. Trying not to sound too angry she sighed and nodded, asking them to help her back into the wheelchair. Alphys hurried to tie the gown closed again as Asgore easily helped her up out of the stirrups while she held onto the tiny nugget of life in her arms.\n\nAlphys pushed her out and down a long hallway to a small anteroom. Toriel spent the entire time looking at her baby, cooing at him, gently stroking his soft cheek. He was squinting, eyelids barely open. She could feel his hands and toes twitch occasionally as his body got used to actually existing outside of her womb. At last they were at their destination and Asgore threw open the large arched door so Alphys could roll her out onto a balcony.\n\nThe moment they did, a roar of cheers erupted from below. Almost all of New Home had gathered for this moment after the message had gone out that the Queen was in labor. Asgore stepped out with them and Alphys did her best to be invisible, shrinking into the corner. He walked to the ornate stone railing and lifted a hand, silencing the crowd.\n\nHe turned and looked down at his wife, his new son; his family. Again Toriel hesitated, resentful of every moment the baby was not in her arms. Reluctantly she placed the bundle of baby in Asgore's outstretched hand. He nearly fainted with joy at finally holding his boy and Toriel smiled, a little guilty at her own emotions. It was his son too, after all.\n\n``We enter a new era today,'' his voice boomed as he turned back to face the sea of monsters, holding the little thing to his chest. ``I present to you my- our - son, heir and Prince of the Underworld.'' In that moment he lifted the boy up to be seen by all, the blanket falling back to reveal the twin nubs of horns growing from the top of his head. Eyes flashing both blue and gold simultaneously, he lifted the child high to be met by a rising cheer from below.\n\n PAGE 20 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Making a Prince

By: Red Rocktober

Asgore sighed, his brow furrowed. As he frequently did, the King of the Underworld was in the throne room, tending to his golden flowers, selecting mature petals and placing them in a small wicker basket to use for tea later. One flower in particular held his attention, however. It was brown and shriveled with a single green leaf still stubbornly hanging on to the browned stem. He had tried everything: pruning, re-potting, fertilizer. Nothing seemed to work. It made him sad, to see any under his care struggling so, yet his most tender care could not seem to let it flourish. He was coming to the conclusion that the best option may be to snip the last leaf and then bury it in the soil so its body might nourish the others. ``Circle of life, I guess,'' he muttered to himself.

He was so lost in thought, in care for his garden, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He didn't have to tell Toriel what was on his mind for her to know it. His compassion knew no ends, even for a little flower. Careful not to startle him too much, she placed a hand between Asgore's horns, digging her fingers into his luscious golden hair.

``Come, darling. You've done all you can for them today,'' she said, her voice calm and kind.

``I know honey, but I just can't bring myself to leave it, not when it needs me,'' he replied, a big fingertip gently stroking the underside of the one living leaf. ``There's life left in it.''

She leaned down and put her snout next to the king's ear and whispered in husky, sultry voice, ``I want you to put a life in me tonight.''

Asgore's cock stirred in his shorts. The royal couple had been trying for a child for a while. He felt his love for his wife and for desire to make a life welling up inside him, though it certainly helped that the act of making a baby was so much fun. He stood up, his tent obvious. Toriel smiled at her husband, taking his hand and pulling him towards their bedchambers. He followed with a goofy grin on his face, too big to be hidden by his golden beard. The king loved walking along behind his queen, admiring her figure, her plump ass and deliciously curvy hips that even her modest dress couldn't hide.

Once they had made it to the spacious bedroom, Toriel pulled him in and shoved him towards the bed. Though he was taller, the broad-shouldered royal easily twice her weight, he let himself be pushed around, his momentum carrying him to the bed where he spun and ``fell,'' flopping back on the soft mattress. She shut the heavy door behind herself. Her little fangs glinted in the dimmed yellow light of their bedroom, her smile almost predatory. She was on the hunt, and was ready to feast.

``Off,'' she said, pointing at his crotch, ``but no touching'' Toriel continued, the pint shifting to a waggling finger.

Asgore nodded eagerly, unbuttoning his shorts and sliding them down to his ankles, pulling one foot out and then kicking them to the side. His meaty cock hung between his legs, resting on his white-furred ballsack. She took a moment to admire his trimmed bush, the halo of golden fur manicured as immaculately as his prized flowers, circling the base of his cock. Toriel licked her lips, looking forward to getting her tongue on those balls, teasing the line of golden fur that ran down the center of the sack.

Toriel admonished herself internally. She hadn't gone into this with any kind of plan and was not wearing particularly sexy clothing, or anything that she could take of in a teasing manner. That wouldn't stop her from trying, however. Putting as much sway in her hips as she could, the queen walked over to her bedside table and clicked the little radio on, adjusting the dial until she found something slow and sultry. She returned to stand in front of her husband, hands on her hips cocked to the side.

Stepping forward, Toriel lifted a foot up and placed it on the bed next to him, raising the hem of her dress until it was over her knee before stepping back and letting it fall again.

``You tease,'' he said with a grin.

She just smiled back but crossed her arms across her stomach, lifting them to heft her heavy breasts, bouncing them a few times. As much as she did want to keep teasing him, she also really wanted to get that big prick in her mouth. Turning her back to him, Toriel leaned over, bending at the waist so she could reach down and grab the hem of her dress again. She lifted it up slowly, straightening up as she did, playfully letting it drop a bit here and there in time with the music playing softly from behind her. With her legs exposed she held still, keeping her ass covered. There was a needy moan and she turned to look over her shoulder.

``Ah-ah,'' she chastised as she saw his hand reach for his now-stiff rod.

``Sorry honey,'' Asgore sheepishly replied, moving it to instead unbutton his floral print shirt.

Satisfied, she lifted the blue cloth over her butt and bent back over, allowing her cheeks to spread and reveal her entrances to him. He moaned again, cock twitching at the sight of her pink slit peeking out from the white fur between her thighs. Having revealed the main event, Toriel hurried to pull the dress the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. She turned back to face him, hands once more on her hips, though now they were bare.

``Gosh you're beautiful.''

Toriel blushed. He always managed to do that. Still, her prey was in sight and she was ready to pounce. She took three swift steps across the floor, bare feet sinking into the soft pile of the rug, until she was between his legs. Arms on his sturdy thighs to steady herself, Toriel got to her knees, face inches away from his manhood. He could feel her breath on his balls, each warm exhale tickling the fur. Looking down over his gut, he saw her dark red eyes staring up at him, smoldering with lust. He loved how her little horns curved from the top of her head, just barely big enough to hold onto.

She lifted up on her knees, her soft breasts brushing against his balls. He shivered as she surrounded his throbbing rod with those big, round mounds. Asgore lay his head back and moaned, but he could feel her eyes still on his face, watching his reactions to the pleasure. The Queen squeezed her tits, compressing them around his cock and started shifting her body up and down, stroking him with her tits. She loved the feel of the throbbing pole between her breasts, His dick was long with only the slightest upwards curve - something she thoroughly appreciated when he was inside her - and a beautifully thick head.

Finally taking her eyes off what she could see of his face, she looked down at that pulsing mushroom, swelling in time to his heartbeat. A pearl of precum had formed on the tip, seeping from his cockslit. Unable to stop herself, she bent her neck down, long ears swinging forward and brushing against his inner thigh, and took the cockhead into her lips. Toriel couldn't help but moan, swirling her tongue around the warm tip, flicking it across the slit and tasting his precum. The thick blob coating her tongue, she savored its slight saltiness. It left her wanting more. She bobbed her head, taking more of her husband's cock into her mouth.

Toriel began to bob her head in time with the motion of her big, pillowy breasts, going about halfway down the thick pole with each downward motion. It filled her muzzle nicely, just big enough to puff her cheeks out. She pressed upwards against the sensitive underside with her tongue, eliciting grunts of pleasure from Asgore as she hit the sensitive spot just underneath the tip.

She felt him shift and looked up, cock half in her mouth. Asgore was sitting up on the bed, but he paused when he saw her.

``You look beautiful like that.''

She blushed again and would have smiled up at him if she could have. Her expression changed in an instant, however, as he reached forward. His hands were going for her horns, wanting to pull her further down onto his cock. Toriel narrowed her eyes, flashing a warning glare at him. Her hands never left her tits, keeping them compressed against him. No words were needed, her look a clear instruction to keep his hands off and let her keep in control. He smiled sheepishly at his wife and leaned back, this time propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch as she worked him over. Though she was servicing him, it was clear she was in charge.

Pulling off of him with a sloppy pop, she repositioned her hands underneath her breasts. Rather than moving her whole body, she started lifting them up and letting the heavy globes drop, thudding against Asgore's hips. Toriel worked them up and down the entire length, the soft white fur covering them getting matted by her own saliva. She used them to coat his entire length with it, getting his meaty shaft slick. Looking down at her own chest she smiled, enjoying the sight of the thick head popping up over the top of her cleavage before vanishing in the folds of her big tits. For a moment she thought about finishing him off with the boobjob, knowing how much he enjoyed it. She enjoyed it too, the feel of warm cum spraying her face and chest, but she wanted to get his first load in her mouth. She also wanted very much to tease him, to make him really need the release.

Watching, Toriel saw his cockhead swell, the mushroom head almost flaring out. She glanced up at her husband's face and saw that his eyes were closed, mouth just slightly open. He was close. She wasn't going to let him cum just yet. Toriel leaned back, letting her breasts hang free with her pink nipples poking straight out from the white fur surrounding them, hard and firm.

``Ah-hngg'' Asgore grunted, his balls tingling with pent up need. ``Please,'' he whispered.

'' `Please' what?'' she replied with a smirk.

``Please, honey, I need to cum.''

``Well that sounds like a you problem,'' Toriel continued to tease her husband.

He sighed, resigned to the fact that he would get his release only when she allowed him and not a second sooner. Asgore's dick throbbed, pushing with his heartbeat as it stuck straight up from his crotch. The slight discomfort from the denied orgasm had passed, his heavy balls lowering from their retracted position, hanging down in his furred sack.

Once she was sure he wouldn't burst from the contact, Toriel reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock, relishing the feel in her hand. The skin was soft, almost silky, but it encased a core of steel, hard and unyielding in her grip. With her other arm resting on his thigh, she leaned forward and nuzzled his balls, rubbing her snout against his sack, enjoying the line of golden fur down the middle tickling her nose.

Toriel extended her tongue, teasing her husband's balls with the tip, flicking the sensitive sack lightly. Sticking it out farther she curled her tongue up, cupping one orb and then the other, lifting them. She slowly stroked his cock, gripping the shaft lightly as she pumped it. Little moans and sighs were coming from above her head, Asgore audibly reacting to her attentions. Working to elicit more noises of pleasure, she continued to lap at his hefty nuts. A few appreciative moans escaped her own muzzle, muffled by his balls. She enjoyed the scent, the taste of the slight musk between his legs. Even though he had been gardening all afternoon, he still smelled mostly of him.

Placing the tip of her tongue back underneath his balls, she pressed it upwards against his taint just behind where his sack met his body. She pulled it slowly forward, tracing the yellow fur, the seam of skin that ran down the center, all the way up to the base of his cock. Toriel didn't stop there, taking her tongue all the way to the tip of his meaty pole, opening her mouth and descending its length. Asgore twitched as he felt his shaft engulfed in the warmth of his wife's muzzle, Slowly, slowly she sank her mouth onto him. Once she felt the thick head hit the back of her mouth, she closed her eyes and relaxed her throat, allowing it to slide in. She didn't stop until her soft round nose bumped his crotch, holding steady. Her nostrils flared with rhythmic ``chuffs'' as the oral intrusion forced her to breathe through her nose.

Asgore scrunched his eyes tight, trying to stave off an orgasm. He forced himself to focus on anything else. The flowers in the throne room, whether or not his favorite cape was clean, anything to keep his balls from churning out his load. He could feel more precum leaking from his tip, mixing with the thick saliva coating his cock. His concentration was nearly shattered when her throat closed around him for a moment, squeezing his cockhead. She had felt the sticky liquid oozing out and swallowed, a little bit running down her tongue. The slight salt whetted her appetite for more. Pulling back once more, she swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth.

``Are you ready to cum, darling?'' Toriel asked, wiping a bit of spit off her snout onto fur of the back of her arm.

``Yes'' was his breathy response.

``Yes, what?''

``Yes I am ready to cum.''

She grinned. ``You don't sound like you particularly need it. Maybe I'll just...'' Toriel trailed off, simultaneously trailing a fingertip up the length of his cock and off the end, leaving it to throb in anticipation.

``Please, dear, I need it so bad,'' the King of the Underworld practically whined, ``I need to cum in your mouth.''

Toriel circled her thumb and forefinger around his ballsack above his nuts, tugging gently on them. Looking into her husband's eyes, they locked gazes, a moment of electricity passing between them. Opening her mouth again, she let her tongue fall out like she was panting. Slowly, softly, she teased him with it, pressing it against the underside of his cock. She didn't just flick it with the tip, rather pushing the flat of her tongue against his shaft. Toriel opened her mouth wider still and lowered her head, engulfing his cock in her muzzle. She didn't stop until it was once more completely inside her mouth.

Asgore moaned, the warmth surrounding him. It seemed to flow from her, through his cock and into his body. It was more than just a physical warmth. The intimacy of having his manhood completely taken in her mouth felt like it was warming his Soul. If she hadn't been squeezing the cords leading to his balls, the veins and nerves and tubes, he was sure they would have pulled up and emptied their contents into her throat. As much as he once again wanted to grab hold of her long ears and pull her onto him, he lay back on the bed, breaking their intense gaze. Closing his eyes he relaxed and allowed her to work his load out.

She began to methodically suck his cock, pulling her mouth all the way up until only his head was inside before slowly pushing down to the base. Toriel closed her eyes as well, focused on allowing her throat to stay open so his thick mushroom-shaped tip could slip in. She repeated the motion: almost all the way off, then all the way back down, nuzzling his golden pubes with the tip of her snout. Her lips were clamped shut tight, applying strong suction each time she pulled back. Her tongue twirled and twisted around the length, flicking at the slit and lapping up the precum that was oozing much more copiously than before. Each stroke was faster than the last, her head bobbing like a piston. Asgore looked down his body for a moment, seeing her little horns appear and disappear over the hill of his belly.

When she made it to his base she tugged on his nuts, pulling his balls downwards, her expert hands yanking them just hard enough that they almost hurt, but didn't. Toriel released them on the upstroke, only to pull again as she swallowed his cock whole. For a moment there was a quiet thought in her head, that really his first load should go in her pussy, as they were trying to get her pregnant. She quickly admonished the thought, confident in her husband's ability to absolutely fill her with his seed even if the first blasts went into her stomach.

Asgore felt his balls churning, the cum welling up from them as his wife slurped and sucked on his rod. She wanted that cum, wanted that salty, sticky load on her tongue, down her throat. Toriel loved his taste, love having him inside of her. Her hands were practically massaging his balls, fingers urging them to produce a big blast. With a grunt that was cut short, his body tensing up as he neared his peak. The king's cockhead swelled inside her mouth, preparing to launch its lewd liquid into her waiting maw.

Toriel gave his ballsack one last squeeze, constricting her fingers around it, allowing the pressure to build up that much further. The way he arched his back a bit, unintentionally thrusting himself into her mouth, told her he couldn't take any more. She backed off so her lips were wrapped about halfway down his length. Toriel wanted to make sure she got a taste before she swallowed, to make sure his load didn't go directly down her throat. Letting go of his sack she instead gripped the base of his cock and pumped her hand quickly up and down the half of his shaft that was not in her muzzle.

With an incoherent grunt Asgore came, his cock pulsing as a thick wad of his seed spurted out of the tip, hitting the back of his wife's waiting throat with enough pressure that she felt it. Reflexively she swallowed it, the warm glob sliding down into her stomach. Her nostrils flared with a quick breath before the next shot. She continued to stroke him vigorously, helping pump his seed into her mouth. He was gasping and groaning with each blast. Each time she felt his cock grow before another round jetted from the tip. Toriel had to drop her jaw a little bit, loosening her mouth's grip on his manhood to make room as it filled with cum. After the seventh or eight spurt he was done, his muscles releasing, any tension that had been in them flowing out of his cock and into her mouth.

Once she felt that he was no longer cumming, Toriel pulled back until just the tip of his dick was in her mouth, lips sealed tight under the ridge of his cockhead. She circled her fingers around his base and squeezed, pulling upwards to work every last ounce of spunk up his shaft and out. He shuddered and hissed, his member sensitive after the expert oral attentions. With a grin she finally pulled off entirely, not losing a single drop. She closed her eyes for a moment, moving her tongue around and savoring the taste of his essence. Though salty, his cum always had a slightly sweet flavor as well. She loved the warm feeling, the sticky liquid carrying his body's heat with it. To her it was more than just sexual, it was like taking a part of him into her. She loved the intimacy of it. Finally she swallowed, taking two gulps to get the entirety of his monster load down her throat and into her belly.

Wiping the bit of spit off her muzzle onto the fur on the back of her hand, she smiled up at her husband from between his legs.

``Good boy,'' she said with a smirk, patting his thighs. He smiled sheepishly back at her. ``But you'd better be ready for more. Because your next load is going here,'' Toriel continued as she stood, pointing to the bit of pink peeking through the white fur at her crotch.

``Ohh, of course darling. I've always got more for you,'' he replied, giving his balls a lewd squeeze. ``But I think you'll have to convince this one to stand back up.''

His cock was only half hard, still thick, but resting down against his sack instead of standing rigid. She nodded, confident her husband would be more than able to perform with just a little bit of enticement. Toriel knew exactly what he needed to be ready for action once again.

``Scoot,'' she said, flicking her hands, directing him to move back so he was completely on the bed.

Asgore happily obeyed, moving all the way back on the bed until he could lean against the plush pillows that were piled at the headboard. He smiled as he watched his wife climb up on the bed, standing at his feet and towering over him. His eyes slowly scanned her from head to toe, lingering on her heavy breasts, nipples hard and pink. His gaze traveled down her stomach and paused again at her crotch. He could see that the white fur of her inner thighs was slightly matted, glistening with the wetness of her arousal. Finally they continued down her legs, appreciating the curve of her hips, her thighs.

She watched him drink her in with his eyes, letting him take his time and enjoy the view. Taking another two steps forward, walking carefully so she didn't trip as her feet sank into the soft mattress, until she was straddling his legs. Toriel blew him a kiss and then turned around to face away from him, smirking as she heard an appreciative groan from behind her. Asgore always enjoyed looking at her plump rear, and she delighted in giving him what he liked.

The queen got to her knees, still straddling his, and bent forward. She reached between her legs and took hold of his cock, flipping it up to thud into his stomach with an obscene ``plap.'' As she leaned over, her cheeks spread open just enough to give him a look at her tailhole, the puckered ring of her most private place visible for just a moment. Toriel shuffled back and sat on her husband's lap, buttocks surrounding his cock just as her breasts had before.

``Ohh, that's wonderful, dear,'' he said, his deep voice gruff but not rough.

She started to buck her hips, riding him, flexing her ass to massage his rod as she slid her butt up and down its length. He could feel her heat on him, her pussy practically radiating lust as it brushed his balls. The fur of her ass was soft and silky. Had she not been pressing down against him it would have been too light and tickly. Reclining on the pillow pile he had a perfect view of his wife hotdogging him, squeezing his meat between her sumptuous buns.

Unsurprisingly she felt him begin to harden, blood flowing back into his pole, causing it to stiffen up under her ass. Toriel moaned as well, enjoying the physical signal of his arousal, his desire for her body. He always made her feel wanted, desired. And she desired him too. Needed him. She loved how his belly was soft for cozy cuddling but hid underneath the strength needed to rule the Underground.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. Reaching out, Asgore grabbed her hips with his big hands, pulling her body against him as she pushed his hips upwards and grinding his cock into her ass. He was rewarded with a lusty moan from her. Toriel arched her back, meeting his thrusts and moving her hips in little circles to rub back against him.

Confident he was ready, his cock rock hard once again, she leaned forward and turned herself back around. Still straddling him, her knees to either side of his muscular thighs, she moved up his body. Toriel lifted herself up on her knees, reaching down between her legs to grab him. She pointed his pole upwards, standing proud, thick. They locked eyes, waves of lust blended with a deep love flowing between them. Lowering her pelvis just until she felt the tip of his spear barely pressed against her slit, she sighed.

At last, letting go of his cock, she slid down the length of it, fully impaling herself on his spear. They were still looking into each others' eyes, their mouths both open in silent expressions of pleasure. She loved how he filled her, his girth stretching her delightfully. He loved how she gripped him, her tunnel always tight. Pitching herself forward Toriel put her hands on his broad shoulders, breasts swinging forward to brush his pecs. She pressed her muzzle against his, their tongues immediately beginning a dance, darting in and out of one anothers' mouths. As they kissed, she started to ride him, lifting herself up a few inches before dropping back down, the wiry brush of his golden fur tickling her clit each time she hilted him.

Asgore wrapped his arms around his wife, embracing her as they kissed. His mind was awash with sensation, their tongues entwined, the warmth of her chest against his, the heat in his loins boiling up as her wet pussy slid up and down his length. Despite having emptied his balls into her mouth just a few minutes before, he knew it wouldn't take too long before he was cumming again. That was what she wanted, though, so he didn't work too hard to try and last longer.

``Ah!'' she squeaked, the uncharacteristic sound forced out of her when his strong hands squeezed her breasts, kneading her tits in time with her motions down below.

He was panting but smiled. They both felt their breath coming quicker as Toriel's exertions brought him closer to climax. Her thighs were starting to burn from doing all the work, but for her it was worth it. Ignoring the bit of pain she rode him even harder, lifting herself up higher before dropping back down, picking up the pace. She started to rock her hips forward and back, causing her pelvis to squeeze him even tighter.

``Oh, gonna-'' he suddenly said, the change in motion catching him by surprise and suddenly bringing him to his peak. Asgore's balls pulled tight, churning, ready to shoot.

``Yes dear! -ah - Plant your seed -nnf - inside me!'' she said between grunts.

Rather than trying to hold back he simply relaxed and let go, shooting his load deep into her womb. She didn't stop riding him as he came, cock pulsing inside her cunt, the thick mushroom head spurting a half dozen times, coating her insides white. His mind was blank for a moment, washed over in ecstasy. Though she moved slower, Toriel continued to rock her hips, enjoying her husband stuffed inside her. She wanted to make sure she milked him of his entire load.

After his cock stopped pulsating in her pussy she stopped moving, leaning down to kiss him. Their muzzles opened, lips pressed gently against one another. Their breath merged, sharing their very essences with each other. Her ears dangled down and got lost in his beard. Asgore arched his back slightly, pressing his bare chest against hers, feeling her softness, her warmth. After a few moments, the passion escalated to lust once more. It certainly helped that as they kissed her body kept squeezing his cock, the warm tunnel twitching and tightening around him in nearly imperceptible movements, just enough to keep him stimulated and hard.

He decided that instead of passively continuing to lie beneath her, letting himself be kissed, be ridden, he decided it was time he did the fucking. He was the King of the Underground, after all. He took a breath and she felt his body tense up underneath her. She opened her eyes just as his tongue pushed into her mouth, asserting its dominance over hers. Asgore put a hand on the back of her head, gently at first before pulling her mouth harder against his, shoving his tongue almost back to her throat. Toriel moaned into his mouth, willing to relinquish control and let her husband take charge.

Grabbing her little horns he pulled her back, breaking their kiss. The two looked into each other's eyes for just a moment, sharing a soft moment of love. Then Asgore growled. His eyes flashed, the left blue and the right yellow, shining bright just before he made his move, changed the dynamic.

Toriel squeaked, a decidedly unqueenly sound. He had grabbed her hips and rolled to the left. With his much greater strength he held her in place, keeping his cock buried inside as he flipped them, his inertia carrying him on top. He was still in between her legs, his wife lying flat on her back. Another soft smile, just wanting to reassure her of his love, that his bit of roughness was just play. She knew, but she thought it was sweet of him to make sure. His constant attention to the care and wellbeing of those around him was part of what had always endeared him to her.

Asgore had needed a short break after his first finish, but the passion and the continuous sensations of her love tunnel rippling along his shaft had kept him hard and ready to go for round three. Still looking into her eyes he began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her.

``Oooh,'' she crooned, each inward thrust bumping his pelvis against her clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

He moaned in kind, thrusting into his wife, his queen, filled with the determination to fill her with his offspring, to impregnate her. Asgore thrust, humped, pumping into her again and again, balls bouncing against her butt as she lifted her legs up high, giving him a good angle to pound into her. He kept slowly picking up the pace, each forward movement coming closer and closer behind the last. And he was coming closer too. His muzzle dropped open, panting slightly with a loud ``huff.'' Looking down between them he watched himself, the light pink skin of his cock disappearing into her, the way her pussy gripped him when he pulled back, almost dragging out with him. He loved the way her soft folds looked. He loved how they tasted, too, but that would have to be for another time; the King was on a mission.

Toriel wrapped her legs as far around him as she could, squeezing her thighs, pulling him into her deeper on the inward thrusts, relaxing and letting him pull back out. Though sex had never been the defining part of their relationship, it was nonetheless a crucial part. She always felt so close, so connected emotionally when they were connected physically. It certainly didn't hurt that he was fairly well endowed, his cock stretching her just enough to keep her feeling completely full without hurting. She cupped her breasts, squeezing, kneading the round globes, occasionally tugging or twisting a nipple. the tiny little spikes of pain like salt on a meal. It served to heighten the pleasure radiating upwards from her core.

His breath was coming shorter and she could actually feel his cock swell inside her, becoming a little larger as he neared his peak. He could feel his balls pulling up close to his body, and they no longer slapped against the wet fur around her slit. Though he wanted to cum, to shoot his seed inside her, he also wanted to make sure she got hers. She'd brought him to climax twice already, it was only fair he at least get her over that edge at least once. Scrunching his eyes closed tight he pistoned his rod into her methodically, making sure he buried himself to the hilt each time, pressing against her clit.

She felt herself getting closer. It wasn't unusual for it to take until his second round inside her for her to get off so this was par for Toriel's course. Closing her eyes she let the pleasure wash over her, building up to her climax.

``Make me a mommy,'' she whispered. ``Make me pregnant...daddy.''

``Ah!'' he shouted.

The dirty talk was enough to break his concentration and he came, his body twitching as the contents of his balls sprayed into Toriel for the third time. Asgore didn't stump humping her however, fucking her through the orgasm. Feeling his hot spunk shoot into her did the same to her. Her breasts jiggled as her ecstasy washed over her, abs fluttering, legs shaking, toes curling. Her pussy clamped down harder around his cock like her body was instinctively trying to pull his sperm out. His thick mushroom head forced his load deep inside her, pushing his virility deep into her womb.

Her inner walls clenched and released, rippling down his length until they were both spent. Toriel relaxed her legs and he rolled off of her, laying in the bed next to his wife with an arm across his forehead, panting. They were silent, just enjoying some time next to one another, the love flowing between them as surely as Asgore's seed had flowed into her womb. Their shoulders touched, a point of shared warmth that seemed to glow and grow, spreading through their bodies from the one spot, filling their bodies, their Souls. Toriel reached out and put a hand on his chest.

``This one will take. I can feel it.''

He turned to look at her, staring deep into her dark red eyes. His seemed to glow, blue and yellow, shining with love and excitement. They had been trying for so long. It would give Asgore such joy to have a child to raise, more than just his beloved golden flowers. He placed a hand on her stomach, willing it to be true.

``We should try again tomorrow. Just to be sure,'' he said with a smile.

``Of course, dear. Just to be sure,'' she nodded, her grin matching his.

-

Toriel groaned, shifting again in her big plush armchair. No matter how she sat, she could not find a comfortable position. With a sigh she closed her eyes and set her book down. She had probably re-read the same page a dozen times, the words seeming to evaporate out of her mind. Her back hurt, her legs hurt, her feet hurt, her tits hurt. Everything was sore and she was ready to have the child growing inside of her out. She shifted again, this time squeezing her thighs together and grinding against the chair. Not only did everything hurt but she was horny. All the time, it seemed like just a constant itch between her legs that no amount of sex could scratch.

``Poor Asgore'' she thought with a grin. Of course he didn't complain about how often she demanded he fuck her, but she worried he might be getting sore.

``Ugh,'' she grumbled, her focus returning to how sore she was.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her belly, reminding herself that it would be over soon, that they would have a little Dreemurr running around the palace. That made her smile.

``Hello, dear,'' a deep voice rumbled from in front of her.

Toriel opened those deep red eyes and looked at her husband, smiling at him.

``How are you feeling this evening?''

She groaned, shifting again, trying once more to find some more comfortable position.

``Not great. Everything hurts. I'm hungry. I can't read my book. Have I mentioned everything hurts?'' she asked with a crooked grin.

Asgore walked over to her, kneeling in front of the big chair. ``Let me see if I can help,'' he said as he looked up at her and reached out, taking hold of one of her feet.

She groaned again but this time with pleasure as he started massaging her foot, cupping her heel in one big hand, thumb pressing hard into her foot and rubbing in little circles. In the preceding nine months he had become quite an expert. Asgore took direction well and knew just where to push, where to lightly stroke, where to squeeze to hit the pressure points, the bundles of nerves in her feet. Toriel cooed, her eyes closed, leaning back in the chair. He had taken her big toe between thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing as he pulled them outwards. He followed suit with her other toes, always mindful of the delicate digits, never squeezing or pulling so hard it hurt, always just enough. Finished with the one, she impatiently stuck out her other leg with a giggle. Asgore smiled and cheerfully obliged her unspoken request. It just wouldn't do to leave them uneven.

Toriel simply sat and let him work her feet. Even though he hadn't even touched her sore belly, her aching breasts, her whole body felt more relaxed, like the tension left her through her toes when he tugged on them. When he had finished, he gently placed her foot on the floor and looked up at her. She sighed.

``Thank you my love. That was marvelous. I will owe you so many rubs in return when this is done. Maybe more than just your feet,'' she said with a sly smile, her perpetual horniness working its way in again.

``Of course not!'' Asgore insisted, standing up as though he was about to defend his honor from a scurrilous accusation.

``A few butterscotch pies at least?''

``Mmm,'' he pat his belly in anticipation. ``You know I'll never turn down a butterscotch pie from you.''

Leaning over her, the broad-shouldered king filled her field of view before she closed her eyes and he planted a kiss on her lips. Toriel moaned softly against his muzzle. She reached out and took hold of one of his hands squeezing it. It was only a couple of seconds before her body took over and she placed his hand on her breast. Through the pregnancy her already large chest had become even larger, breasts swelling to produce milk for the coming child. Tender though they were, they were also very sensitive and when handled gently were a surefire way to turn her on. Asgore appreciated their size, though he had been a little disappointed that their tenderness meant he wasn't getting boobjobs anymore. A small price to pay for an heir to the Underground throne, he thought.

He knew what she wanted. As they kissed his other hand found its way to her chest and he began to gently knead them, massaging Toriel's heavy tits through the large, loose-fitting dress she was wearing. After a few seconds he fumbled at the neckline, trying to slip a hand down the front to rub her directly, but it wasn't quite loose enough for that. The king's advance temporarily stalled, he returned to rubbing them through the cloth. Her moans quickly became more and more urgent, more insistent, more needy. Toriel felt heat between her thighs, the need for a physical sensation. It was almost an itch, a mildly painful tingle buried in the folds of her cunt.

``Fuck me'' she begged, voice breathy when she broke their kiss. Her eyes, dark though they were, seemed to burn with the fires of her lust into him. It wasn't a request but a demand.

``Of course, my queen,'' he replied with a smile, taking a step back.

He held out his hand, intending to help her up and to their bed so she could lay on her back or her side, whatever was comfortable, and make love to her slowly, gently. Toriel shook her head, long ears flapping about her face. Shifting in the chair she pulled the hem of her long, loose dress up above her waist, above her belly so she didn't have to hold onto it. The cloth rolled into folds above her stomach, resting on the massive protrusion caused by the new life she was growing inside. Asgore stood looking at her for a moment, more in awe than arousal. Her fur had always been a beautiful, pure white, but somehow now it was radiant, brighter than the crisp frost of Snowdin. Below, between her open thighs, her pussy was puffy, pink and inviting.

``Of course, my queen,'' he repeated himself, acknowledging her need for it then and there and all too happy to acquiesce.

He had been out in the throne room, gardening again, tending to his golden flowers, and so was wearing an old t-shirt and workout shorts. Hooking his thumbs in the elastic waistband, he easily slid them down and off, freeing his stiffening member. Asgore stepped up between her legs, gripping his rod and giving it a few pumps to bring it to full mast. The chair was a little low, requiring him to bend his knees and press his cock downwards in order to slip it into her. They both moaned together as he began to penetrate her, easily stretching her open and filling her warm canal with his rod.

``Don't hold back,'' she insisted, the need burning in her eyes.

He took her at her word. A blue flash lit his face as he picked up the pace. Asgore began thrusting his hips forward, slamming his meaty cock into her. His motions were steady, consistent, pistoning in and out of his wife's pussy. The king hilted his sword with each push, bumping his pelvis into her clit. He was grunting in a very un-kingly way as the couple rutted on the chair, focused more on giving her what she wanted than reaching his own climax. Their sex life had never been lacking to begin with, but about halfway through her pregnancy she had become ravenous. More than once he had woken up in the middle of the night with her riding him, grinding against him until she came once or twice and could get back to sleep.

Asgore was hunched forward, bracing his hands on the chair's armrests to give him the leverage to really rail his wife. He angled his hips upwards so the thick head of his cock pressed against her inner erogenous zone each time he entered her. He watched as each thrust caused her heavy, milk-swollen tits to bounce, the pink nubs of her nipples poking through her white fur drawing circles in the air. Toriel wished she could wrap her arms around his neck but her belly was too big with their child, so she simply lay back and let him pound into her. Though she needed sex more often, the advantage to being so constantly horny was that she came much faster, sometimes before he did. This was going to be one of those times.

Toriel was quickly approaching her peak. The waves of pleasure washing up from her core overrode the pain, the soreness, the tenderness that otherwise seemed to permeate her body. She could feel her muscles starting to clench, tightening her tunnel around Asgore's intruding member. Each time she gripped him harder, the pressure against her g-spot increased, accelerating her ascent until finally she hit her peak.

``Oh, ASGORE!'' she shouted, unconcerned if her voice echoed through the entire palace. ``Yes! Fuck me!''

He kept humping, biting his lip as he was filled with determination to hold his own orgasm back until she had finished. Her inner muscles were rippling along his length, but he knew he didn't have to last much longer. Sweat dripped off his nose and landed on Toriel's chest as he picked up the pace, balls slapping loudly against her ass, hips thudding into her thighs. Asgore didn't stop when he felt her cum, her entire body shaking, tits jiggling, toes curling.

``Hnng- OH!'' she exclaimed as she hit her release, all of her muscles seeming to tense and then relax at the same time.

Asgore couldn't hold back any longer. Her pussy was grabbing him too tightly, milking him of his seed. With a grunt he plunged himself fully inside her, emptying the contents of his balls into her cunt. His warm cum mingled with the heat of her wetness, painting her insides with his own sticky juice. She felt him fill her up, cock pulsing as he pumped his load out. Though she had hit her climax first they came down at about the same time. His own orgasm was short due to how often they were fucking, only squirting three thick wads of cum.

He withdrew, straightening up as he pulled out, the continued squeeze on his oversensitive cock sending a shiver through him. There was a quiet plop as a glob of his jizz dripped out of Toriel's pink pussy and dropped to the carpet, soaking into it in a small dark circle. She sighed, smiling at him. The release had been enough for now but she knew she would probably need it again before the end of the day. She also knew he would be more than willing to take care of her then too. ``Maybe he'll let me ride his face a bit,'' she thought.

``Thank you my love. You're wonderful.''

He smiled as he pulled his shorts back up and over his thick but softening member. ``Of course, my dear. Anything for you.''

Asgore knelt down in front of her and turned his head to place his ear against her belly. Realistically he knew he could only hear her heartbeat, but he told himself that he could hear their child's as well.

``I can't wait to show you your Kingdom, little King. Your mommy and daddy love you so very much already,'' he murmured softly with his cheek against her stomach.

Toriel smiled down at him, reaching out to caress his golden mane. It was moments like these that her excitement to finally birth their child was more about the love they could share than it was about just no longer being pregnant.

``You're going to be such a wonderful dad.''

-

``You really didn't have to come with me,'' Gerson insisted as they continued to plod along the road. ``I can handle myself, ya know!''

``Just making sure you get there all right, old man,'' Asgore rumbled with a chuckle and a light pat on the tortoise's shell.

``Oh I'll get there all right. Would get there a lot sooner if you weren't slowing us down,'' he shot back with a wry grin splitting his beak-like mouth.

Though he meant it in jest, he wasn't entirely wrong. Toriel had come with them as well, and this late in her pregnancy she wasn't exactly moving very fast. While Asgore did want to see his old friend off, he had business with the Temmies, so it was an easy excuse to accompany Gerson on his move out to Waterfall. Undyne didn't interject, merely scowling at her Queen, annoyed that she was putting herself in unnecessary danger this way and while carrying the heir to the underworld no less.

``Must be soon, hm?'' Gerson pointed at Toriel's stomach, protruding like a watermelon from her body.

``Should be just a couple weeks,'' Toriel replied, rubbing her belly, ``I hope,'' she muttered.

``That'll sure be somethin','' Gerson said with a gleam in his eyes. ``A young Dreemurr. Whaddya think, Prince or Princess?''

``Prince.'' Toriel's voice was firm and confident. Asgore grinned at her, hopeful she was right.

``He's gonna run you two ragged!''

The three shared a laugh, with Undyne continuing to keep a sharp lookout and grumbling under her breath, armored chest puffed out and hands ready to grab her spear. Though it wasn't stated, the royal guard knew that the heir, no matter the sex, would likely be running her just as ragged as its parents. They all continued on in silence for a little while continuing on, New Home now well in the distance behind them.

Toriel was getting fidgety. She had gotten on top of her husband that morning when they got up and ridden him until she came, but that had been hours ago. As her pregnancy progressed her lust seemed only to get worse. She didn't know exactly where the cave was that Gerson was intending to set up shop, but she knew they were still a ways out from Waterfall. Her crotch was practically burning with need, cunt throbbing with the desire to be filled. She tried to block it out, to think of anything, anything but the constant nagging need to be railed, to have her wet slit stretched open and stuffed, to-

She shook her head, long ears swinging, trying to clear it. The small party entered a gap between the low cliffs that rose up to either side, the sound of rushing water echoing from the myriad rivers and waterfalls that filled this region of the Underground, giving it its name. The crushed gravel and dirt that lined the ground crunched beneath their feet, broken occasionally by small patches of grass or bright cyan flowers.

It was no use. There was only one solution to her problem and it was mere feet away.

``How much longer is it?'' she asked.

``We can stop to rest if you need, my love,'' Asgore said, reaching out to gently touch her arm, concern in his voice and his eyes.

``Ehhh, 'bout another thirty minutes or so. Not far now,'' Gerson answered without slowing down, continuing to walk along the path, one slow foot in front of the other.

``No, I don't need to rest,'' Toriel assured him, putting emphasis on the last word to make it clear that she did need something.

He caught her meaning and his eyebrows went up. ``Now?'' he mouthed to her, incredulous. She simply nodded her head vigorously. Asgore shrugged and gestured at their two companions, silently apologizing with his lopsided smile. Toriel's dark red eyes narrowed. She didn't need to speak to get her point across that she didn't care what it took, he needed to figure out a way to solve this problem. He looked around, eyes landing on a small side path, barely wider than his broad shoulders, that seemed to meander off, a narrow track in the hallways of stone.

``Perhaps we could pause here for a moment?'' Asgore suggested.

The three stopped and turned to face him.

``Ah, this way, my dear,'' he said quietly, reaching out to take her hand, gesturing at the opening into the wall with his other.

Her eyes lit up and she turned to go with him.

``My liege, I will attend her,'' Undyne spoke up and started to head in the same direction. ``A lady should have her privacy.'' The royal guard had interpreted the furtive exchange to mean that Toriel needed to relieve herself.

``Please Undyne, it's fine, I would prefer Asgore-''

``Nonsense my queen,'' the armed and armored woman said, cutting her off. ``It isn't proper, and you should have guard while - while indisposed'' Undyne whispered.

``DO YOU THINK I CANNOT PROTECT MY OWN WIFE,'' Asgore boomed, sucking his gut in and puffing his chest out, his figure truly imposing, dwarfing his guard.

She didn't cower or flinch, even when his eye flashed yellow, much too full of determination for that. Undyne did, however, bow and step back, acquiescing to his order. She returned to Gerson, allowing the two to walk off unsupervised.

Once they were out of view of the other two, it took everything in their power not to burst out laughing, to giggle like school kids who successfully snuck off during class to make out. They had gone maybe a dozen paces into the narrow side passage when they came to a wider spot. A trickle of water was running down the wall, pooling on the floor before disappearing into a crack in the ground.

``This is good enough. Just take me now,'' Toriel whispered above the quiet tinkling of the flowing water.

She put her palms up against the rock wall, leaning forward but poking her butt out at Asgore. He grumbled with pleasure as he grabbed her loose dress and lifted it up over her backside. It was a sight he always enjoyed. Knowing what was coming when they slipped away from their erstwhile chaperones he was already mostly hard. Asgore stood just behind his wife, grabbing himself at his base. His thick cockhead pressed against her entrance. She was wet and he could feel heat radiating from her crotch, clearly ready and even desperate for it.

Without fanfare or even foreplay, he pushed himself into her, sinking to the hilt in one go. Fulfilling her request to ``just take her,'' he began thrusting, humping her, standing behind her while she braced herself against the rough rock wall. The two were as quiet as they could manage to be, grunting, panting, but keeping their voices down. Asgore showed restraint, pumping his cock methodically into Toriel's slick pussy. Even though he buried his entire length inside the warmth of her body each time, he didn't rail her like they both wanted, wary of slamming his hips too hard into her ass.

Toriel closed her eyes. It really was like they were a pair of horny teenagers, trying not to wake the parents while they fucked in the other room. The furtive nature of it heightened her excitement. She bit her lip to keep herself from squealing or moaning too loudly. The constant noise of flowing water was at least enough to cover up the wet squishing of their fucking. Somehow being unable to make noise, the effort of suppressing it turned her focus inwards, aware of little more than the pleasant stretching of her entrance, the sparks of ecstasy shooting up from her crotch each time his heavy balls swung forward to bump her clit. She couldn't help but sigh and gasp as he kept up a persistent pace, his thick pole sliding easily in and out of her dripping wet snatch.

-

Back on the path, Gerson slowly sat down on the ground, deciding he would take the moment to take a little rest. Undyne remained standing, keeping her watch.

``I can't wait to see the little monster,'' he said.

Undyne's countenance softened.

``It will be nice to have a little Dreemurr in the palace,'' she agreed.

``You'll make an excellent nanny'' Gerson told her with a cackle, but his tone was sincere.

``I just hope he has his father's kindness,'' she replied, having accepted Toriel's assertion that it would be a boy and secretly hoping for it.

``With you there to help, I'm sure he'll be a fine whelp. Just give him a few years before you start his training, hm?'' he said, chuckling again.

She grinned, giving her spear a dramatic twirl.

``It is never too young to begin training!''

The two carried on, speculating which parent he might take after more, dreaming up the Underworld heir's future for him.

-

She was almost there. She needed it. Needed the release, needed to be filled.

``Grab my hips and fuck me'' she demanded, her voice breathy and full of her lust.

He simply nodded and put his large, strong hands on Toriel's hips, gripping them and pulling her back onto him to match his forward thrusts. He was so oversexed lately, satisfying her drive, that he knew he wasn't going to cum. His only goal was giving her what she needed. The soft sound of his hips thudding into her white-furred ass echoed in the small stone chamber. Asgore felt her hit her climax, felt her inner muscles squeeze him, rippling along his length. He fucked her through her orgasm, not letting up his unrelenting pounding of her pussy, drawing it out.

Toriel rested her head against the wall, mouth open in a silent squeal as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. Each one crashed over her mind, more intense than the last, until finally she couldn't take it any more and bucked her hips forward, pulling off of his cock with a wet ``pop'', her pink hole winking shut. Her body continued to quiver for a few seconds as the echoes of her orgasm continued to bounce back and forth in her body.

As she came down from her peak she straightened up and turned around, looking up at her husband. Seeing his hard cock still sticking straight out in front of him she gave Asgore an apologetic smile. She stretched up on her toes and put her hand on his fuzzy cheek, leaning up to give him a soft kiss of thanks. The pair quickly adjusted their clothes, tucking his slowly-softening member into his pants, before making their way back down to the main pathway where Gerson and Undyne were waiting for them.

The old tortoise's knees creaked as he got to his feet and Undyne had a suspicious look on her face, but she said nothing. They resumed their journey through Waterfall. Neither Asgore nor Toriel had noticed the little blue echo flower growing just outside the small stone alcove where they had snuck off for their tryst.

-

Asgore wanted to pace. He wanted to spar, or tend to his flowers, or do anything else. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there for his wife, but he was nervous. What father-to-be wasn't? Despite what he wanted to be doing, what he was doing was holding his wife's hand while Alphys rolled her into the infirmary. That and trying not to panic.

``N-n-n-no need to be worried, everyone. Ev-everything is under c-c-control.''

Despite having every confidence in Alphys' intelligence, her own lack of self-confidence was certainly not instilling it in him. She rolled the wheelchair up to a large metal-framed chair, with a thick vinyl-covered seat cushion and stirrups at the base. The two helped Toriel stand and turn so she could get up into the birthing chair.

``Ahh, ah, ah ah'' she groaned, stopping as a contraction gripped her.

She bent over, trying not to collapse from the wave of pain. Alphys waited patiently, gently patting Toriel's arm. Asgore tried not to panic.

Once it had passed, they helped her up into the chair, Alphys gently placing Toriel's feet into the stirrups, keeping her legs wide. With some clicks, clanks, and a whirring noise, she tilted the birthing chair back to make the Queen of the Underworld as comfortable as possible. She pulled aside the sections of gown, exposing Toriel's stomach and below. Her belly was swollen, her breasts were swollen, her feet were swollen...And she was beautiful. Despite the grimace of pain on her face, to Asgore she was the most gorgeous thing in the Underworld in that moment.

``L-l-let's see how much you have d-dilated.'' Slipping into her element as a scientist, Alphys became more confident, more sure of herself.

She rolled a stool in front of the chair and sat down between Toriel's legs, pulling gloves on and easily slipping two fingers in Toriel's vagina and reaching up to feel the cervix. Asgore's eyebrows went up, He hadn't expected that, but then he wasn't really sure what he had expected.

``Oh! Already 10 centimeters. Mm, another contraction, it's been 154 seconds since the last one...and it is...'' she paused, internally timing as Toriel grunted and huffed through it, ``78 seconds. Excellent. Are you ready?''

``Get this out of me,'' she said through clenched teeth.

Asgore winced. He was still holding onto her hand and she was squeezing it, gripping it harder than he realized she could despite his hand being easily twice the size of hers. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, breathing through the pain.

``Remember what you practiced, in-in-out, in-in-out, and when the next contraction bear down,'' Alphys instructed. ``Oh! And we're crowning, ok, now we...''

Asgore did what he could through the process, mostly trying to stay out of the way as Alphys and Toriel really did the work. He was an incomprehensible mix of emotions, excitement and nervousness, happiness tempered by concern for the pain his love was in even if he knew it was simply part of the process. Toriel, for her part, was mostly a bundle of hormone-driven anger and pain. The room echoed with her screaming grunts, her shouted cries, Alphys' and Asgore's murmured words of encouragement and instruction.

It felt like seconds, or days. Maybe a couple years, or an instant. In truth it wasn't a particularly long or difficult birth, but they're never truly easy. By the end of it Toriel was exhausted, her body weak from pushing a new being out of it. She was only slightly aware of Alphys' muttered ``no vaginal tearing, clean cut on the umbilical,'' and whatever else she was saying. Despite being tired in a way she never thought possible, her mind was filled with the need to see her child.

``Give him to me, give me my son,'' she demanded, motherly protectiveness putting an edge in her tone of voice.

Alphys finished swaddling the newborn in a clean blanket and gently set the baby boy in Toriel's waiting arms. Her expression immediately softened, feeling nothing but love as she looked upon her newborn son. She glanced up at Asgore and saw that his eyes were also full of the same joy and love that she felt. Gingerly he reached out, carefully pulling aside a fold of the blanket to get a better look at the little white-furred face surrounded by soft, fuzzy cloth.

``I have waited an age for your arrival, little one. I'm sorry for the burden of royalty you will have to bear,'' he whispered. Looking up at Toriel, eyebrows raised in a silent plea, he asked if she was ready.

She didn't want to, wanted to stay simply holding her newborn boy for as long as she could, but she knew they had a duty. Trying not to sound too angry she sighed and nodded, asking them to help her back into the wheelchair. Alphys hurried to tie the gown closed again as Asgore easily helped her up out of the stirrups while she held onto the tiny nugget of life in her arms.

Alphys pushed her out and down a long hallway to a small anteroom. Toriel spent the entire time looking at her baby, cooing at him, gently stroking his soft cheek. He was squinting, eyelids barely open. She could feel his hands and toes twitch occasionally as his body got used to actually existing outside of her womb. At last they were at their destination and Asgore threw open the large arched door so Alphys could roll her out onto a balcony.

The moment they did, a roar of cheers erupted from below. Almost all of New Home had gathered for this moment after the message had gone out that the Queen was in labor. Asgore stepped out with them and Alphys did her best to be invisible, shrinking into the corner. He walked to the ornate stone railing and lifted a hand, silencing the crowd.

He turned and looked down at his wife, his new son; his family. Again Toriel hesitated, resentful of every moment the baby was not in her arms. Reluctantly she placed the bundle of baby in Asgore's outstretched hand. He nearly fainted with joy at finally holding his boy and Toriel smiled, a little guilty at her own emotions. It was his son too, after all.

``We enter a new era today,'' his voice boomed as he turned back to face the sea of monsters, holding the little thing to his chest. ``I present to you my- our - son, heir and Prince of the Underworld.'' In that moment he lifted the boy up to be seen by all, the blanket falling back to reveal the twin nubs of horns growing from the top of his head. Eyes flashing both blue and gold simultaneously, he lifted the child high to be met by a rising cheer from below.

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