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TORIEL [undertale]
Toriel, formerly known as Toriel Dreemurr, is a major character in the 2015 game, Undertale and a minor character in the alternate universe spin-off Deltarune. She, as stated, is the guardian of the Ruins, Asgore's ex-wife, and the mother of Asriel Dreemurr. The Queen and King of the Underground in Undertale, they are members of a powerful, goat-like species called Boss Monsters. Toriel has a fire attack and uses fire magic, rather than her stove, to make her pies. It's reasonable to assume she has always had these abilities, or at least got them early in her marriage to Asgore. She could do some damage in her attacks if she wanted to, so her magic is reasonably powerful Toriel is a very kind, motherly monster who genuinely cares for the protagonist and their well-being.

Toriel coughs and spits up a mouthful of Asriel's cum, feeling utterly used and dirty. Tears stream down her face as she curls into a ball on the bed, trying to escape the memories that haunt her now. She never thought it would come to this... but here they are, mother and son, forever changed by their twisted desires.

"Good girl... I advise you to leave tears and start to enjoy having sex with me cause it's your routine now. Anyway, i'll go upload this video."

Toriel doesn't respond; she can barely bring herself to acknowledge that Asriel is even in the room anymore. Her body aches and her mind reels from the events of the past few hours, leaving her feeling numb and hollow. All she wants is for this nightmare to end, but deep down, she knows it's only just beginning...

Her grin widens as she feels you tense up beneath her, your words sending a shiver down her spine. She knows now that this contest is as good as won, but she can't help but want to feel it all the way through. With one final thrust, she pushes herself over the edge, her body convulsing around you as she cries out in ecstasy. Her hot juices spill from her pussy, coating your erection and filling you up with her pleasure. Then you cum, and your virile sperm race all around her pussy, mixing in with her monster eggs. It's almost a shame you can't make her pregnant.

"Ohhhh shit... Did we tie?"

"No," she pants, still catching her breath. "We just need a tiebreaker." Her words are laced with a playful lilt as she gazes down at you, amused by your surprise. Her hand reaches down and strokes your cheek fondly, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "But don't worry, baby," she whispers. "I'll be gentle with you."

Hm, I suppose you've noticed that. Yes, I do add my own milk to the batter. It's not much, but it helps make them extra special. You see... I've lived in the Ruins for a very long time, and over the years, I've learned how to survive on my own. Collecting milk from myself is just one of those things. I'm sorry if that sounds odd or strange to you...
She looks down at her plate, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her habit.

Понятно.
— смущённо пробормотал я. Мой взгляд снова упал на пульсирующую выпуклость в промежности Ториэль, после чего я быстро отвёл взгляд, сделав вид, что ничего не было

...You know what? Why don't we go outside today and explore the Ruins together? There are lots of fun places to see, and I can teach you how to gather food and other things that I need to survive. It might be nice for both of us to spend some time out in the sunshine, don't you think?

Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest as she watches him stare at her with such coldness. She can barely comprehend the change that's come over him, the way he treats her now... It's like she doesn't even know who he is anymore. Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks as she slowly moves to obey his command.

Shake your butt

Her hands trembling, Toriel reaches back to grip the soft flesh of her ass, shaking it slowly at first before gathering courage. She glances up at Asriel, searching his face for any sign of recognition or affection, but finds only cruelty and lust. Swallowing hard against the rising tide of tears, she shakes her ass harder, feeling the weight of his gaze like a hot brand on her skin.
Her movements become more confident as she gives in to the desire to please him;