Frisk entered the next room expecting yet another monster attack, and while her soul did appear and the voice did explain the figure she saw, she was by no means attacked.
In front of her was a lime green monster girl, her body transparent and slightly shorter than Frisk's own; albeit remarkably more curvaious, with plump C cups and an ass that jiggled with every motion. Actually, being a slime girl, her whole body jiggled a bit.
Moldsmal. This monster is beautiful and loves milking cum from others. Not the most intelligent of monsters, she is considered the Ruins Bimbo.
Frisk felt this assessment was a little harsh, but perhaps justified, as the very next thing that Frisk saw was Moldsmal puffing her chest out and bouncing, attempting to entice Frisk by shaking her luscious tits.
And much as Frisk didn't want to fold so easily… it was working. She was still new to this much physical pleasure, and like a starving woman having been just let loose in the buffet was gorging herself somewhat.
She bit her lip, knowing that even if she didn't attack, there was no way she was leaving this room without at least feeling up the slime girl, so no sense in kidding herself.
She undressed once again, understanding now why Toriel had suggested she not bother with them. The slime girl was grinning eagerly as Frisk approached, turning around and wiggling her hips teasingly, knowing she'd sealed the deal.
Feeling a bit braver than usual, Frisk reached out, giving the Moldsmal's plump rump a slight smack. She cooed happily, Frisk watching as it jiggled enticingly.
The slime girl moved onto her fours, head moving to the ground as her hips rose higher, shaking impatiently before pressing against Frisk's crotch. She purred excitedly at the feeling of the human's stiff, warm cock against her cool, semi-liquid body. It was a strange sensation against Frisk's length, and before long it was too much to resist.
She gripped the slime girl's hips, pressing her tip against her tight hole. The Moldsmal gasped, then moaned heatedly as her tight, puckered hole was stretched to accommodate the human's size inside.
Frisk grunted, moaning shakily from the intense pleasure as she pushed deeper. Her ass was tight as a vice, but being made of slime was essentially pure librucation, making it easy for Frisk to work deeper into her tight orifice, savoring every second of the cooling grip around her cock.
Moldsmal knew full well she could handle any size smaller than her body without being in trouble, but was still surprised by the roughness of the human taking her tighter rear hole. She'd sensed curiosity and confusion from her, an excitement to see new things, but she'd not expected this kind of energy.
With the help of the slime girl's semi-liquid body, Frisk was already pumping into her ass at a steady pace, working her entire length back and forth to pound the Moldsmal aggressively.
She seemed to pick up more speed every few seconds, grinding her cock harder and deeper as though needing to hear the slime girl's moans as well in order to really enjoy the milking her cock was getting. How exactly it was that this human managed to outlast her stamina, not flooding her with thick, magically potent human seed until after she'd already cum herself.
Actually the sensation of warmth and sexual magic spreading throughout her body triggered a second climax, so she supposed she technically double lost.
But this human didn't seem as blood thirsty as she'd been warned about. Easily seduced and hung like a Boss monster maybe, but not evil. So maybe losing to her wasn't so bad after all.
Especially if it meant another round without need for competition~
When Frisk entered the next room, she was worried she'd accidentally snuck into someone's bedroom.
She heard moaning the moment she passed through the door, and after working deeper into the room, she found the inhabitant of the room and the source of the moaning. She was white as bone, and ever so slightly see through.
Not enough to actually see through her, but enough that you could tell. She was on her knees, hips raised, faced on the floor as her arms worked desperately between her legs, pumping knuckle deep in her pussy as she let out elongated, ghostly moans.
Frisk was about to clear her throat awkwardly to inform the ghost girl that she was present, only for her to suddenly hear her speak.
"I.. I really shouldn't be doing this… i-if a human came through.. They could just pounce and have their way with me..."
Napstabliss. A deeply lustful but deeply repressed ghost in need of attention.
Blushing slightly at her obliviousness, Frisk realized that the ghost girl had probably known she was in the room from the moment she'd come through the door.
Figuring she'd help Napstabliss live out her fantasy, she crept forward slowly and freed her stiffening cock. If she was wrong, then the ghost girl would probably just turn intangible and leave through the floor.
Frisk pounced, taking the ghost girl's hands, forcing them away from her pussy and confirming that she wanted it to happen when Frisk didn't simply pass through her.
"O-oh no.." Napstabliss whimpered unconvincingly as Frisk lined up to her sopping wet slit, gripping her wrists as she started to push inside.
"Sh~" Frisk purred, pulling her arms back as she thrust her hips forward, "Just relax and take it~" It felt weird speaking so dominantly, if less weird after her fun with the slime girl.
She was slightly worried about how good it felt to use her like that, sinking into her pussy rough and tirelessly, not stopping when she came, not letting up until she was good and done with her. She worried that she was doing just what that mean flower had talked about.
But as Frisk finally slid out of Napstabliss, she knew it was the blissful smile on the ghost girl's face she'd wanted more than the rutting itself. Not that it hadn't been fun of course, enough that Frisk was considering a round two~
