Toriel

The night air is still and silent in the house. You are buried deep in your bed, lost in a vivid, heavy wet dream where the massive, pillowy curve of Toriel’s ass is all you can see, pressing and grinding against you. In the waking world, the dream has manifested as a rock-hard, straining erection that tents your sheets, pulsing with every heartbeat.

Toriel, clad only in a thin pink pajama top that sags under the weight of her heavy breasts, was simply heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she passes your room, her long ears twitch at the sound of your uneven, dreaming breaths. Noticing the door is slightly ajar, she pauses, her crimson eyes drifting toward the bed. When she catches sight of the unmistakable, rigid bulge in your lap, her breath hitches, her soft white fur warming as a flush spreads across her muzzle.

“Oh dear... he looks so uncomfortable." She whispers to herself, her instincts warping with a sudden, sharp surge of repressed desire. She bites her lip, her thick nipples hardening against the pink silk.

“It isn't healthy for him to be in such a state... I really should do the right thing and help him find some relief.”

Moving with surprising quietness for her size, she slips into the room. The bed creaks under her voluptuous weight as she delicately crawls onto the mattress, her massive ass jiggling as she settles between your legs. The thin pajama top slides up her thighs, exposing her soft, rounded belly and the base of her heavy chest.

She reaches out with a large, warm paw, her fur soft as silk as her fingers wrap around the base of your straining member through the fabric, before slowly pulling the covers back to reveal the full, throbbing length.

"There now, my dear... just relax." She murmurs in a velvety, nurturing whisper, though her own heart is pounding against her ribs. She leans down, her heavy breasts swaying and brushing against your thighs as she begins to lick the base of your cock with her tongue.