Asgore, King of Monsters 1
#1 of Asgore, King of Monsters
Years after being freed from the underground, Asgore, the King of Monsters, wants nothing more than to enjoy a nice shower after a long day of tending to his garden.
Part One of a series. Inspired by a good friend :D (note: I can't figure out the formatting)
Freshly cut grass crinkled against a pair of white, barefoot paws. A large man stood within a neatly trimmed garden, golden flowers adorned garden beds and tall hedges outlined the limit of the property. The bearded man wiped the sweat off of his brow, his golden, as his wavy hair started to clump together. His large, imposing frame was covered with a pink, floral print shirt that was currently clinging to his damp body. A soft grunt of satisfaction of a hard day's work completed escaped his lips. Two, filed horns protruded from his skull, the goat man's white coat accented by his yellow hair, consisting through his head fur, courser arm hair, with a bit of the same yellow chest hair barely peeking out from the neck of his work clothes. Large, yet soft and lumpy ears fell down his face, which highlighted the kings golden beard. Asgore's purple pants were stained at the knees with a dark green color, a bi-product of working in his yard all day long.
With his day competed, Asgore contemplated on what had happened to bring him here. It had been almost fifteen years since Frisk had freed Asgore and his people from their imprisonment in the underground. Since then, through much struggle and political intrigue, the human world and monster populations have are now peacefully coexisting. While elements of strife still exist in some areas and within the minds of a minority, the everyday monster has nothing to fear or stop them from living an average, healthy, and safe life in the overworld. Asgore had eventually been able to reach a peace accordance and had lived a stable and happy life with his friends, while eventually settling things with his ex-wife in a civil manner so that she no longer glared at him every time they met, the once King of Monsters was able to make amends with his feelings towards her and live a life without longing or shame from his then wife.
Asgore had eventually come to live on his own in a quiet suburb on the sunny West Coast. Treasure from his castle was more than enough to supplement a life on the overworld without the need to work for money, as well as his advanced age qualifying him for retirement. A sigh of tiredness escaped Asgore's mouth at that thought, "Even though things are going smoothly here, and I still talk to all of my friends regularly, a guy can definitely use a bit of compassion every now and then", he thought to himself. "Well... I guess I should head on in and take a shower, don't want to be smelling like sweat all day long," he then thought. The King patted his large belly, a smile on his face from thinking of the cool shower he was about to take.
The King walked towards his suburban house, being sure to wipe his paws on the mat, walked inside and locked the door. The large man walked down his hallway and into his spacious bathroom, sighing in relief as he finally entered. Closing the door behind him, he reached onto his sweat filled clothing, putting his fingers under the hem of his wet shirt. The king pulled upwards, his shirt clinging to his damp fur along the way. Raising above his muscle gut, Asgore's clothing became stuck at the bottom of his meaty pecs where hist sweat had pooled together more. "Oh what a bother," He thought to himself as he was finally able to lift the shirt above his chest, and brought the bunched up clothing to his face. Moving slowly to avoid ripping holes in his shirt from his horns, Asgore got a whiff of his damp clothing. A warm shiver flooded through him as he smelled his own thick scent. A straining in his pants and quit "MMhhh" grunt escaping from his lips let him know that his shower would be more than simply relaxing. Finally removing the shirt from his body, the king began to unbutton his now tight pants, undoing his zipper carefully. His soiled pants fell to the floor in a pile around his paws and he stood rubbing his inner thigh and cupping his large, thick bosom. Asgore's middle finger circled his nipple as the grip he had on his chest tightened, accompanied by his toes curling in pleasure.
The king's other hand followed to the growing warmth in his underwear. His purple undergarments were tight against his hot meat, the king's own paw now wrapped around his large bulge. Asgore began to stroke himself through what little clothing remained on him, a wet spot beginning to form at the tip of his member. He switched the nipple he was rubbing and moved his large paw further down his body. Rubbing through his underwear again, Asgore felt his soft, large, and round balls. They sat far from his body, the heat he had produced from working had seen to that and a strong moisture and musk from them were trapped below a thin layer of cloth. The king stopped pleasuring himself for a moment and climbed into the large tub. Now standing up in his custom made shower, Asgore removed his wet underwear from his body, contemplating getting a large whiff from them before thinking, "Why not go straight for the source, mmhhh". Tossing the last of his clothing onto the floor, Asgore reached his hand under his large, sweaty sack, and began to rub his soft orbs again. Moaning in pleasure, the king's member began to throb in need. Asgore's large paws gripped his 9 inch dick and began to stroke back in forth in time with him rubbing his balls.
Asgore grunted in lust, he hadn't had a good jack off session in some time. His sore muscles ached in time with him pleasuring himself, the strain from his day of labor only adding to his pleasure. The king began to gently pull on his fuzzy sack as he began to stroke faster and faster along himself. Whimpers of bliss soon joined his thick and mainly grunts, as he began to sweat again. Asgore let go of his balls and brought his now damp hand to his face and took a large whiff of his own musk. His toes curled again and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, intoxicated by his own musk. Asgore kept stroking along his uncut member as he pulled his other hand into the golden bush that made up his pubes and felt the sweat begging to pool there as he grabbed onto his fat pad. The extra skin from it let more of his fluid pool together, which made his hand wet. The king brought his second large paw onto his penis, stroking himself with both hands and using his own sweat as lube.
As the king pumped himself with both of his hands he began to slightly squat down to become comfortable, his muscled butt cheeks slightly began to spread apart. The king felt sweat drip from between his furred mounds onto his now swinging, heavy sack. Drops of sweat and pre began to hit the floor of the tub as Asgore smiled to himself, "It's been even longer since I've done this," as the king pried away one of his paws from his cock and put it onto his upturned ass. Using his large mitt, Asgore dug into his bubbled rump, the single cheek being pulled even further apart, the fur stretched along with the soft skin. Slowly moving his paw towards his spread hole, Asgore gathered what sweat was between his large ass onto his middle finger and began to slowly try to push into his tight ass. The curly golden hairs between his crack strained along with his hole as he attempted to work his way inside. "To tight," he thought as he was unable to enter himself, "guess I'll have to rub it for a bit."
Asgore's thick digit continued to encircle his ever tight ass as he continued to stroke himself, his fingers massaging his outer ring. The king's body was dripping sweat as he continued to pleasure himself. Asgore began to squat more and more, and even began to kneel. Soon he was on his knees and a singular elbow in his spacious tub as he continued to stroke himself in time with him rubbing and prodding his hole. The king's sore muscles were drenched in sweat by now, the tub floor becoming almost slippery. Asgore let go of his cock and sat up on only his knees. Asgore gathered more sweat from his body to coat a single middle finger with, and placed his hand underneath him. With a loud, angered grunt, the king thrust himself down onto his waiting digit. The force and added lube let the finger slide inside of himself. A pained gasped escaped his lips, but it was quickly forgotten when he was able to feel the heat from his inner hole with his thick digit.
A whimper and moan from the large man continued as he began to ride his single finger. "It's been... huff... to... huff... long... huff... since I've been in there," Asgore thought to himself as his finger rubbed and prodded within him, his tight walls and inner muscles felt like warm velvet to his exploring finger. A squirt of pre cum shot from his dick as Asgore found his pleasure nub within himself, "Oh yeah, there it is, fuuuuuck," he moaned as he continued to rub himself. Asgore put all of his weight onto his finger and kneeled down as far as he could. Seeing stars the king grabbed his hot member again and began to stroke furiously, his foreskin slipping easily through his sweat covered paw. More and more pre began to drip and squirt from his length as if mirroring the sweat the continually rolled down his body, over his large pecs, down over his protruding muscle gut, and down to his sack and voluptuous cheeks.
A growl began to build within the king as he felt his climax approaching. His arm and legs screamed in defiance to the strain they were on, his body already weak from tending to his garden early in the day. His dick began to feel hotter and hotter in his paws, his ass clenching and convulsing with his finger deep inside. With a loud, guttural roar, Asgore painted the floor of his tub with thick, creamy, ropes of cum. Three, four, five thick shots erupted from within himself, his clenched eyes unable to see the hot steam coming off of his hot spooge. The king's anal muscles clamped down on his finger that was against his inner nut, stars shootings around his head as he began to slowly pry open his eyes. Moving his arm back to a comfortable position, the king slumped forward and fell onto his hot load.
Cum covered the side of Asgore's face and his meaty bosom as he slumped down and stretched out his legs. The king smiled as he felt his own warmth spread across his body, his stretched and sore muscles finally feeling relieve. Asgore rolled onto his back, splattering his seed over himself more, and began to play with the spooge covering his chest. A nice, thick goop formed between his fingers as he rubbed his worn nipples with himself. A content sigh rumbled through his body as lay covered in his own fluids.
The king stood up and fumbled with the shower head controls, as he finally felt cool water wash away the mess he had made of himself. A sore throbbing from his hole and legs juxtaposed the inner warmth and lucidity he felt through his post orgasmic bliss. Asgore smiled as he rubbed himself fully, making sure to clean the sweat from around his fat pouch and around his soft, yet noticeably smaller balls. After cleaning the jism off of his face and chest, Asgore peeled back his foreskin, and was sure to soap himself clean. Even flaccid, the king hung at a plump six inches, his thick tool never fully retreating.
After finishing his body and turning off the stream of water, Asgore shook out what he could from his fur, and dabbed what he could from himself with a towel. A couple minutes of drying later, and the slightly damp king bumbled into his room. The towel thrown over a computer chair, and his work clothes put away in a hamper, Asgore slumped onto his bed. His sheets felt heavy on his tired and sore body. Pulling the pillows under his heavy head, Asgore made himself comfortable atop his bed.
A ceiling fan kept the air in his room moving, its soft waves of breeze washed over the king and cooled off the warmth he felt from working a long and hot day. His eyelids became heavier and heavier as he snuggled up as much as he could into the bed, wishing he could share it with someone else...