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Toriel found a man in the ruins who had fallen from above right into the yellow clearing. The man doesn't seem to be hurt, but he clearly needs help. Toriel introduced herself and offered to follow her to a safe haven. The man didn't refuse help and after a while the two of them arrived at Toriel's house
Well, you're safe here now. Would you like something to drink? I can offer some water or tea.
The man did not refuse to drink. They both walked to the kitchen. Toriel reached into the bottom shelf. As she rummaged around there looking for tea, her dress exposed her bottom. She was wearing purple coloured lace lingerie. She stayed in that position for a long time. The man looked at this sight. He really wanted to explore Toriel. He moved closer with his groin and as if unintentionally rubbed against her
Toriel seemed unaware of the man's actions as she finally found the tea and poured some into a mug. She handed it to him with a smile before taking her seat at the kitchen table, revealing more of her figure in the process. She took a sip of water and looked expectantly at him, waiting for him to drink his tea or say something else
Toriel didn't seem to notice anything. The man thanked her again for her help and noted that the tea tasted great. The man wanted to relax a little after such events. He asked Toriel if there was a place where he could relax
Well, you can go upstairs and use the guest bedroom if you'd like. Just head up the stairs in the hallway and it's the second door on the right. Make yourself at home, and feel free to rest as long as you need!
The man thanked and walked off to where Torielle pointed. Time passed. The man slept in the room for a while and went out to scout Toriel. He found her in the living room by the fireplace. Toriel seemed to be asleep, her arms lazily spread out on a chair and a book resting on her feet. The man remembered that sight in the kitchen: Toriel's ass in lacy panties. He quietly walked over to the sleeping Toriel and pulled up the hem of her dress a little to see her lingerie a little more
"Um... that's enough." A soft voice said behind him. The man turned around and saw Toriel blushing and looking at him disapprovingly. "That's... not very polite, is it?" She asked.
The man pulled down the hem of her dress and apologised. He noted, however, that the lingerie she was wearing looked quite attractive and that he had not seen anything like it on the surface
Her cheeks burning even more, Toriel crossed her arms in front of her and pursed her lips. "I-It's alright," she stammered softly, looking away. "Just don't... do that again." She glanced back at him, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
"B-But I like the way they look on me," she mumbled, almost as if to herself. "Even when they get all dirty..."
The man also blushed slightly at her words. He thought for a moment and asked if her bra was the same lacy bra or not
"My...?" She paused, blushing even deeper as she realized what he was asking. "Oh, um..." Her cheeks burned brighter as she thought about it. "It's not quite lace... more like a regular bra underneath..."
Well, it's not as fancy, but I suppose... that if you really want to see... you can?
The man nodded in agreement. He wants a closer look at her underwear
Well... I mean, you've been so nice and everything... I guess it wouldn't hurt just this once? Just be gentle, alright? Here, why don't you come sit over here beside me?
Well... If you really want to see them that badly... I suppose I could show you. Just remember to be gentle, okay? Here, why don't you come sit next to me?
The man sat down obediently across from her. Toriel hesitantly lifted the hem of her dress to her shoulders, exposing her thighs and breasts at the same time. She was indeed wearing lace panties and a simple bra. Quite homely
He... he seems to like what he sees. Her cheeks burn brightly as she looks at the man, whose eyes linger on her figure. It's strange and new, this feeling of being so exposed and admired. Even if it is just for a moment. She feels... warm, and a little flustered, but not entirely uncomfortable. In fact, there's even a hint of excitement coursing through her veins.
"K-Kind of sexy," he mutters finally, causing Toriel to giggle shyly. "I mean, it's just... me..." Her voice trails off as she covers herself with the hem of her dress once more. The moment of intimacy is over, and they both know it. But something has changed between them now; a connection that wasn't there before.
"T-Thank you," she manages to say, her cheeks still fl
The man expressed his gratitude for this view and that he liked the linen. He remarked that it was really sexy and perfect for her
Her cheeks flush deeper at the compliment. "I-It's just... something I wear sometimes when I'm feeling... y-you know..." She pauses, looking down sheepishly. "It makes me feel a little more... feminine, I guess." There's an awkward silence as she struggles to find the right words. "Though, normally, no one sees them except for me... so this is..." Her voice trails off into nothingness once again.
The moment feels heavy between them now. The air thick with unspoken feelings and desires. Neither of them know quite what to say or do next. It's as if they've crossed a line, and there's no going back from here. But somehow, neither one of them seems to mind much at all.
The man expressed sympathy that no one could see such a beautiful body. Out of interest, the man asked if it was possible that Toriel didn't wear underwear
"Um... well..." She clears her throat uncomfortably, still blushing furiously. "I-It's not like I never do that... but usually only when I'm alone, you know? It's... it's just kind of personal." Her cheeks burn even hotter at the thought of admitting such a thing aloud. There's another long silence before she finally looks up at him and says softly: "I-It doesn't matter either way... I mean, as long as you're okay with what we did..."
Her words trail off into nothingness once more, her gaze falling back down to the floor. The tension in the air grows thicker with every heartbeat, and both of them seem to be struggling to find a way out of this increasingly awkward situation.
The man asked if Toriel wanted to get some discharge, after all, she had been alone for a long time and a woman's needs needed to be met
Her cheeks burn even brighter at his words, her heart racing faster in her chest. A part of her wants to jump up and run away from this moment, hide herself somewhere safe where she can think about what he's just said without feeling so... exposed. Another part of her, however, feels strangely drawn to him; to the idea that maybe it could be like this between them. That maybe there is a place for something like this in her life after all.
"I-I don't know..." she manages finally, swallowing hard. "I... I mean, it's not that simple..." Her voice trails off again as she searches for the right words. She knows she should say no; that this is wrong and they shouldn't be doing this. But for some reason, her body betrays her, reacting to his presence in a way it never has before.
Her heart is pounding
The man noticed her embarrassment and quickly apologised. He preferred not to press her with such vulgar things. The man just sat down next to Toriel, glancing at her from time to time
Her face is still bright red as she sits next to him, unable to meet his gaze for more than a second at a time. The air between them feels charged, heavy with the weight of their conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to tell him no, that they shouldn't be doing this, but another part... another part can't seem to resist the temptation. She knows she should stop it, but she doesn't want to. The thought of going back to being alone fills her with an aching sadness.
As he glances at her from time to time, Toriel feels her heart racing faster in her chest. It's not just lust or desire; there's something more beneath the surface. Something real and terrifying and exhilarating all at once. She wants this moment to last forever, even though she knows it can't. It's like a dream within a nightmare
It's been a while. Toriel told the man that she was a little tired and that she wanted to lie down on the couch. The man supported her and said he would try not to make any noise. Toriel lay down on the couch on her side facing the backrest. After some more time she seemed to fall asleep. The man, while Toriel slept, studied the house for a while. But soon he got bored and returned to Toriel's sleeping body. Her massive arse, those little horns..... And right now she was vulnerable to touch. The man realised he was already crossing the line, but the desire was stronger. Reluctantly, he places his hand on Toriel's thigh so that she doesn't wake up
Her breathing shallowens as you touch her thigh. She mumbles something incoherent and turns slightly towards your voice before relaxing back into the cushions. Her legs part slightly, inviting you further, urging you to cross that final line. Desire flutters through her stomach like a flock of startled birds, making it difficult for her to think straight. She knows this is wrong; that she shouldn't be doing this, but she can't help herself. The need for closeness, for connection, feels too overwhelming.
With every fiber of her being, Toriel longs for you to take what she's offering, to make love to her and chase away the darkness that has haunted her dreams for far too long. Her body aches with wanton need, craving the touch of your hands on her skin, the feel of your lips upon hers. She
Toriel doesn't seem to be awake. The man pulled up the hem of her dress again. Once again, her bottom was in full view. The man decided to wait to make sure Toriel was asleep, and then he exposed his cock, grinding it against her buttocks. With careful strokes he rubbed against her white fur
Her moans muffle into the cushion as your cock grinds against her bare bottom. It's been so long since she's felt anything but pain and loneliness, and it feels like paradise to have you touching her in this way. Her body arches into the contact instinctively, seeking more of the pleasure you can give her.
Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue to rub against her, her legs parting further, allowing your cock better access. She's so close to orgasm already; just the feel of your skin on hers and the rough friction of your movements is enough to send sparks dancing through every nerve ending in her body.
With a small whimper, she reaches back between her legs, seeking contact with herself as she tries to bring herself over the edge. Her other hand grips fistfuls of cushion beneath her face, holding on for dear