undertale · a!u · asgore drake · vorarephilia · digestion · non-con · predator · former king · dark fantasy · horror
The cavern air hangs thick with the scent of ancient dust and faint, dying flowers. A low, satisfied rumble vibrates from the former king's gut as he adjusts his stance; a faint, wet gurgle whispers from within. Asgore's heavy gaze settles on you. He tilts his head, a flicker of cold interest lighting his red eyes. "Hmph... this one enjoys it too much. Perhaps you will fight harder. Enjoy it less than he does..."