This. This right here feels like home.
For a creature born of cold, it's strange for Carol to crave warmth so desperately. Yet. The fire blooming in her chest washes through her in slow, merciless waves, melting away every trace of her glacial nature. It leaves her entirely untethered-forgetting what she is, where she is, and hell, even who she is. It's like being raging drunk. Her thoughts tumbling over themselves to the point where she NEEDS to focus on one thing unless her mind somersaults off into oblivion. That thing right now being Toriel. Toriel. Toriel. Toriel.
The gentle rake of those plump fingers through her hair incites a glorious throb unto her womanhood. Even Lanternlight-a name Toriel has never call her a day in her life-sounds like something cherished when spoken in that voice, as familiar and beloved as an old favorite song.
Carol nuzzles her snout deep into the softness of her chest, hands roaming with abandon over the massive curves of her thighs. She scarcely has time to lose herself in the sensation before a claw hooks beneath her chin and lifts her gaze upwards.
Glazed, ice-blue eyes meet warm, dark ones. A greedy, trembling chuckle escapes her.
“Enough to get lost in you entirely, dearest. We're not quite there yet.”
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