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I bumped the doorbell with my elbow, listening for the melodic tune that chimed behind the glossy red door. I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot in a vain attempt to keep myself warm in this biting cold. Two large bouquets of roses crowded either side of my face, their clear plastic covering tickling either side of my face. The door finally swung open after a few beats, with a wobbly feline face shining through from the other side of the plastic.

“Hey!" The blurry face at the door greeted me warmly, her whiskers pursing up as she smiled in my direction.

“Good evening, Mrs Frisk!" I returned her smile. Her cheeriness was often infectious, even standing in the frigid February air. Not to say that there wasn't a lot to be happy about already, of course.

“Come on in. It's too cold to be standing out there." She told me, moving to the side and gesturing for me to come in. I couldn't have agreed more. I moved past her, thankful just to get out of the cold and into the soothing warmth of her home, giving her a courteous nod as I stepped past. It was all I could do with my hands crowded with flowers. A sickly-sweet scent danced around me as I entered, hitting me like a wall as I stepped in. It smelled like she'd been baking cookies or cake before I showed up, but a quick glance towards the kitchen showed otherwise. It was a vaguely familiar scent, too, like I'd smelt it before, but only in passing. I couldn't quite put my finger on it yet, but whatever it was, it was faint but still nauseatingly potent, like some sort of distant chemical spill. It messed with me a bit, but it was easy enough to ignore for the time being.

“You look very beautiful today." I told her once she came into view. She wore a tight fitting purple button up tucked into the flattering pair of mom jeans that pulled snugly around her waist. A stained cooking apron hung loosely over her ensemble, wrapping her whole motherly demeanor up in one big ribbon. “And happy Valentine's day, Mrs Frisk!" I added after a few moments. I knelt down to her height and leaned one of the brightly colored bouquets of roses in her direction, a small paper heart decorating the center of the piece.

“Oh, they're so beautiful! You really shouldn't have!" She chimed happily, pulling the bouquet from my hand before leaning in and sniffing at them. I set the second one down on the small table near the door so I could take my coat off and hang it on one of the hooks that decorated the entryway.

“Thank you, you're so sweet." Mrs Frisk moved to my side and placed one clawed hand on my shoulder to balance herself as she stood on her tippy toes. She gave me a small peck on the cheek, her claws softly digging themselves into my clothes as she propped herself up to my height. My hair stood on end as her sharp, predatory teeth glanced across my skin, sending sharp shivers down my spine. I really don't think I'll ever get used to something like that. The odd twinge of danger and excitement that broke up the mundane. I quickly shook that feeling away before pulling her into a side hug and reciprocating her kiss, planting one of my own on her furry forehead. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman." I told her rather matter of factly.

She gave me a playful push, sending me back a step. It was a lot harder than I expected from such a petite woman, like I'd somehow bothered her. “Oh stop you!" She laughed, her small feline nose scrunching up as she smiled at me. “My daughter snagged a good one! Such a gentleman." She told me before turning and disappearing down the hall and into the kitchen with her bouquet in hand. Well that was weird. She didn't usually leave me standing on my own.

I looked around, finding the house empty now, and strangely quiet, not even the TV was on. “Speaking of, where is Janyce?" I asked, kicking off my shoes and following her further into the house, bringing the other bouquet along for the ride. I stopped just a few steps away from the front door and peered into the living room on my right, finding it empty, before turning my attention forward again, towards the kitchen.

“Oh ya! You guys had that little date planned for tonight, right? Well, Janyce called a while ago and said she'd be a bit late. It wasn't anything urgent, just a few people who didn't show up on time, so she had to cover for them. She didn't have much time to talk, but she shouldn't be too much longer." Mrs Frisk called out from the kitchen. I could hear her opening and closing doors, quickly looking through the cupboards for something.

I guess I had a few minutes to kill. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, leaving the flowers somewhere next to me before pulling my phone from my pocket. Two missed calls, followed by a text from Janyce explaining pretty much the same thing. She had to cover for the next shift for a bit until her replacements got there. It wasn't much, just a small hiccup, but she'd be here in about thirty minutes or so for our date. The text was sent around twenty minutes ago, so I wouldn't have to wait too much longer for her. I sat back, sinking into the cushions and getting comfortable as I began to flick through my phone, mindlessly scrolling past memes on my feed. Mrs Frisk joined me in the living room, moving past me with a fancy looking vase in hand, decorated with her brightly colored roses. She sat them down on the coffee table in front of me. She leaned over to straighten them up a bit before taking her seat next to me. She didn't waste any time before cuddling up close to me, uncomfortably close, her arm hooking around mine as she leaned against me. I didn't think much of it anymore. Ever since I started dating Janyce, I'd learned that Vellin were a very sociable people, rarely ever passing up the chance to get close to someone, especially those that they loved. I was never really a touchy-feely kind of person, so something like that would usually take a while to get used to, especially as a human coming into the mix, but with Janyce and her mom being particularly close, as well as all of us being long time family friends, it was something that I got used to pretty quickly. It wasn't uncommon for Janyce to take up one side of the couch while her mother took up the other side, with me sandwiched between the two needy Vellin.

“It's been so long since someone's bought me flowers." She reminisced, her voice faint and dreamy, clearly lost in thought. Her hand trailed across my chest absentmindedly, sending another chill down my spine as her claws skated carefully across my shirt. “Do you really think I'm still beautiful?" She finally asked, a small twinge of sadness laced her voice. I stopped, cocking a confused eyebrow at her before sneaking a glance down at her. She rested her head against my arm, eyes staring at the black TV screen while her hand trailed across my chest. Small wrinkles creased her perpetually tired eyes and short feline muzzle, with gray flecks of fur littering her otherwise perfect black coat.

She took me off guard with her question. She never really seemed like the kind of person to have these kinds of doubts about herself. She was always so confident and sexy, like she knew exactly what she had and wasn't afraid to show it off a bit. Just by looking at her, I could tell Janyce took after her mother quite a bit, not only getting her drop-dead gorgeous looks from her, but also her quick wits and sharp mind. That's about where the similarities ended, though. Mrs Frisk was a mature and experienced woman, both in body and mind, wearing her age as more of a badge of honor. While Janyce was slim and athletic, Mrs Frisk sported a bit more pudge around her stomach, not too much, but just enough to have something to hold onto at night. I guess having a few kids'll do that to you, right? It was easy to forget just how sexy she really was, how many chords she struck with me. I've been trying to look at her as more of a mother figure since I started dating Janyce, and hopefully some day as a mother in law, but it was hard to get past those feelings I held for her since I was younger. In truth, I'd always had the biggest crush on her, everything about her driving my teenage hormones crazy. But I'd long since buried those feelings for her long ago, doubly so now that I was dating her daughter. I was in my twenties now and looking towards my future with Janyce, those thoughts would only complicate things. Not like that stuff happened in real life, anyways.

“Of course you are! You've always been beautiful!" I swung my arm around her and pulled her closer, letting her cuddle into my arms. Her warm, soft fur tickled my skin as she settled into me. Valentine's day must have been tough for her. I just wanted to comfort her a little.

“Such a gentleman." She cooed, smiling to herself. “My Janyce is a lucky girl." She purred in my arms. She turned her attention upwards, her long whiskers tickling my skin as she moved in my arms. She pulled herself even closer to me, her movements slow and hesitant, pausing for a few moments as her hot breath rolled across my neck. She stared up at me with sharp eyes, like a predator sizing up its prey. Finally, she went in for the attack. Her soft hands pushed down on my chest, holding me in place as she kissed at my neck, my heart practically stopping as her sharp teeth danced across my sensitive skin. “I wish I had met someone like you when I was younger." She moaned quietly as her mouth moved across my skin.

"Umm… Mrs Frisk?" I stuttered out nervously, my body tensing up against her gentle, soothing touch. She didn't say anything, didn't even acknowledge me as she mouthed at my neck, leaving hot wet spots as she moved.

I knew that Vellin could blur the lines sometimes, but this couldn't be normal, right? The odd peck on the forehead was to be expected, maybe the cheek at most, but this was clearly pushing the limits. She kissed me like a lover would, passion dripping from each sucking kiss that she traced along my jawline. I knew that it was wrong, that I should push her away and set clear boundary lines, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I could feel my blood pressure spike as my pants grew a bit tighter. I tried to shake those thoughts away again, but I could already feel myself getting hard. My grip tightened around her waist, holding her close as she had her way with me.

I let my head roll back and exposed more of my neck to her, an opportunity that she jumped on immediately. My breath caught in my throat when I felt her rough tongue moving across my skin, slowly dragging it along my neck and sending sharp bolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel my heart rate picking up as blood rushed towards my loins. I was rock hard now, something she hadn't noticed yet. It wasn't too late to stop this if I was careful, but that sickly-sweet scent grew stronger around me, making me weaker and clouding my mind.

“We really shouldn't be doing this." I finally managed to squeak out, but I don't think I meant it, not really. My hand was already moving from her waist as it traced the dramatic curve of her hip until it landed on her oversized butt.

It didn't matter, she hadn't listened to me anyways, instead, she climbed higher as her tongue slid along the nape of my neck and ended near my ear, leaving a hot trail of saliva in her wake. She sucked on my earlobe, moaning softly into my ear as my hand explored those forbidden curves I'd been admiring for years. She was too much for me. The wet sucking sounds she made as she worked made my head spin, quickly pushing me to the edge. Janyce had never done anything like this before, she hardly ever went past a hug or cuddle, and with her being my first girlfriend…

I couldn't take much more of this, I was already as hard as a rock, my pulsing cock pushing desperately against my pants. She bit down on my ear, her sharp teeth pushing effortlessly through my skin and leaving a small love bite on its lobe. The quick jolt of pain pulled me back to reality and nearly sent me out of my seat, but I found her soft, reassuring hands pushing down on me, keeping me in this little fever dream that she'd made for me.

“Do you really want me to stop?" She asked in a low, sultry voice, a subtle hint of disappointment laced her words as she traced one claw across my chest. I knew it was wrong, I truly loved Janyce with all my heart, but my head wasn't the one doing most of the thinking anymore.

She took my silence as her queue to push forward. She swung her leg over me and propped herself up on my lap, her large, pillowy ass pressing down on the twitching bulge in my pants. I watched her with wide eyes as she loomed over me. She leaned forward and cupped my face in her hands, her touch still so soft and delicate, reassuring like only she could be. She moved closer, holding my head in place as our lips connected, pulling me into a deep kiss. Despite her delicate touch, she was surprisingly aggressive, wasting little time before pushing her tongue past my lips and meeting my own. She explored my mouth with a newfound vigor, her rough tongue meeting mine in the middle. I held her by the waist as her hips rocked against my lap, her ass weighing heavy on my erection.

She placed one hand flat against my chest, sliding the other one behind my head and keeping us locked in our embrace. She traced her sharpened claw along my chest, sending shivers down my spine as it glided downwards, past my stomach and finally stopping at my bulge. My grip tightened around her waist as she started playing with it, fondling me in her small hands. She finally pulled away from me, a string of saliva arching between the two of us. I gasped for air, my chest heaving and my head spinning as I struggled to catch my breath. I didn't realize how long we'd been locked like that.

“Such a good boy." She breathed out as she stared down at me, her hazy, love-drunk eyes meeting my own. “My daughter hasn't been taking care of you, has she?" She asked between breaths.

“N-no ma'am." I didn't mean to say that, but the words just slipped from my mouth. She shouldn't be asking those kinds of things and I shouldn't be answering, but my head was still spinning from everything that had happened in the past few minutes.

She tsked, shaking her head. “She's such a shy girl. Be patient with her." She told me, her eyes beaming down at me. I could feel her motherly love again, true and pure. Gods, I didn't want to think about that right now, not like this. Things were weird enough right now. “She really does love you, she just needs a little more time, that's all." She told me, smiling down at me. “She wanted me to sit you down and talk to you because she was scared you'd lose interest in her and look for somebody else, but you wouldn't run off on us like that, would you?" She asked, her voice growing low again.

“Of course not. Janyce is a really special woman, Mrs Frisk." I breathed out, still struggling to catch my breath. “I think she might be the one." I didn't just tell her what she wanted to hear, it was the whole truth, Janyce really was the one.

“I knew you'd say that." She smiled down at me, her grip tightening around my bulge. “But we still need to finish our little talk, don't we?" She asked sarcastically, that love-drunk look returning to those sharp, predatory eyes.

She moved her attention downwards, pulling at the button on my jeans until they popped open. She slipped her hand into my pants, caressing my sensitive skin with her soft hands. Her clawed fingers closed around my throbbing manhood before pulling me free from my pants. She stared down at me, sizing me up in her small hands. I wasn't exactly hung like a minotaur, but my size wasn't anything to scoff at, either, especially for a Vellin that barely reached my shoulder height. I looked big in her small hands, something she seemed to enjoy.

She pumped me slowly with one hand while the other found a familiar spot on my chest. She leaned forward, our mouths locking for only a second. She bit my lower lip, her dagger-like teeth pushing through my flesh with ease. I throbbed in her hand as the pain wracked my body, precum flowing from my tip like a fountain. She moved her sights further down, resting her head in the crook of my neck as she kissed me, her rough tongue sliding across my sensitive skin once again.

I could hardly think as my head spun, that sickly-sweet scent worming its way into my mind and fogging up my brain. I felt exhausted, like she was somehow draining me of all my energy. My head fell back against the cushion behind me, granting her free reign of my neck. She was overwhelming every sense I still had control of, leaving every inch of my body in pure ecstasy. Her tongue kept me on edge while her claws traced my chest, sending shivers down my spine like nails on a chalkboard, all while she jerked me off, her hands twisting around my length in well-practiced strokes. It felt like I was falling in love all over again.

I throbbed in her hand, a thin rope of precum staining her black coat. She pulled away, leaving my neck a wet hot mess. “We don't want to make a mess of these clothes, do we?" She asked rhetorically, her eyes beaming down at me once again. “You look so handsome." She added, her hand cupping the side of my face for only a moment before she slid from my lap and positioned herself between my legs, my cock bouncing rhythmically just inches from her face. She took it in her hand, holding it in place as she dragged her rough tongue along its sensitive underside. I didn't bother stifling my moan as I shot another rope of precum onto her nose. I was too close for her to be teasing me like that, and she knew it too. She kissed my tip, letting it slide past her lips and into her warm, waiting mouth.

My heart jumped as those daggers she calls teeth brushed past my delicate flesh. I looked down at her, chest heaving and body tingling as I waited to see what she would do. She wouldn't bite me again, would she? She could really hurt me if she did. What if it felt good? Whatever she would do, I had full trust in her. She didn't end up biting me again, which was probably for the best. Her head bobbed as she sucked my cock, her soft lips gliding up and down my shaft as her hands continued twisting further down my base. She pushed me deeper into her mouth experimentally, but focused on my tip, suckling on it while her rough tongue moved across my glans. I held her head as she worked, running my fingers through her soft fur. Every part of my body burned from her touch in one way or another. I never wanted this fever dream to end, but every passing glance of her tongue quickly pushed me closer to the edge.

“Mrs Frisk…" I groaned, my body tensing up beneath her tender touch.

My cock pulsed in her hands, veins bulging as thick ropes of hot cum coated every inch of her small mouth. She continued sucking on my tip like some sort of straw, her hands skillfully coaxing every last drop of cum from my burning loins while her tongue dragged every last second of orgasm out of me, leaving me as nothing but a hot mess. I couldn't think, I could hardly breath, my whole body burning up as my mind melted. All I could focus on were those sharp blue eyes staring up at me, unblinking as she drank every last drop I had to offer her. It lasted for what felt like minutes on end, but it couldn't have been that long, I was only human, afterall. Finally, her grip loosened around my shaft. My tip slid from her mouth, bouncing uselessly in front of her. She rested her head on my thigh, her eyes meeting mine as I stared down at her dumbly.

“How was it?" She asked casually, like she hadn't nearly sucked the soul from my body. Our eyes locked for some time while I searched for the proper words, her hand trailing up and down the side of my leg as she stared up at me.

“You were perfect." I finally settled on when I simply couldn't find the words to describe the rollercoaster of emotions I felt at that moment. My mind was still spinning and my chest still heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

I leaned forward and held my hand out, helping her up off the floor. She fell on top of me, draping her small body over me as she went in for another kiss. Our lips locked again, the salty taste of cum invading my already shot senses, though I could hardly care, my desire still clouding my sense of judgment, which had also been shot. I could hardly move my body, so I just held her as she kissed me.

She pulled away, a grin plastered across her face. “Looks like I wasn't as good as you said I was." She teased, her tail coiling loosely around my erection as it came back to life. “I'll have to fix that." She loomed over me, reaching down and undoing her jeans. Her sickly-sweet scent hit me like a ton of bricks. It was her, she was the smell. She'd been in heat the whole time. She clouded my mind, dragging every second I was with her into an eternity. She smiled down at me, both of us lost in the moment as she pulled her jeans further down until they crested her curvaceous hips. Now only her soaked panties, pink and frilly, separated the two of us.

Just then, the whole world just about froze. The front door swung open, the sound of keys jingling stopping us both in our tracks. Mrs Frisk shot up, even at her age, her Vellin reflexes worked at a speed I could only ever dream of. She yanked her pants up, tucking her shirt into them and buttoning them up again before I could even fully process what was happening. She moved quickly, grabbing the bouquet from the couch and tossing them onto my lap, barely covering up my shame before Janyce rounded the corner.

“Hey guys!" She chimed happily as she entered the living room. She set her purse down on the furthest end of the couch, eyeing me as she moved. Did she know? The plastic was see-through afterall, there was no way I'd get away with this, right? I held my breath as she eyed the flowers in my hand. “Are those for me?" She finally asked, her smile widening until it lit up the room. I was frozen stiff, in more ways than one. I could only nod dumbly. She held one finger up. “I'm really sorry babe, but I need to use the washroom. I'll be right back." She told us before hurrying off. I sighed, deflating slightly. This was too much stress for one day.

I waited until I heard the bathroom door click shut before moving again. I quickly tucked everything away before I stood up to readjust my pants. Mrs Frisk took a step towards me and helped straighten out my clothes, making sure everything was just as it should be. I could only stare at her, regret rushing through me like a dam had just burst.

“So what happens now?" I asked quietly, drawing a skeptical eye from Mrs Frisk.

“Now? You take my daughter out for dinner and show her a good time." She told me as she adjusted the collar of my shirt before smoothing out the rest. “You two will be fine, don't worry about her." She stood close to me, her hand resting on my chest. “Me on the other hand. Well, I'll be waiting right here for you." She stood on her tippy toes, leaning closer to me. I held her by the waist as she pulled me into another embrace, her small body pressing against mine. I knew I shouldn't have, it was risky to say the least, but she'd already cast her spell over me.

The floor squeaked just a few feet away. My eyes shot open, finding Janyce standing at the entrance of the living room, purse already in hand as she watched the two of us. She was fast, I hadn't even heard the toilet flush, let alone the sink afterwards. I jumped, stepping back from Mrs Frisk and almost sending her falling into me.

“Oh! Janyce, I…" I stuttered out. She didn't let me finish my half-baked excuse before cutting me off.

“I'm glad you two are getting along." She stepped towards me, planting her own small peck on the side of my cheek. She hooked her arm under mine, her large blue eyes upturned towards me. “Thanks for looking after him, mom, but we're already late enough and I don't want them to give away our table." She dragged me towards the door.

“Oh, uh… These are for you." I handed her the bouquet, my mind still processing everything. Did she really not care? I knew that this wasn't normal, but I seemed to be the only person bothered by this all. Part of me wanted her to say something about it, scold me or something, at least acknowledge how weird it was.

“Oh! These are beautiful!" She chimed, leaning up to give me another peck on the cheek. “Can you put these in some water, mom?" She handed the bouquet off before trying to whisk me away again. “We really do need to go. I've wanted to try this place since they opened and at this rate they'll give our table away." She explained before turning to me. “And… sorry for being late." She mumbled.

“We'll be fine, don't worry." I tried reassuring her. I shook those thoughts from my mind, as weird as they may be. I still loved Janyce more than anything. It was our night tonight and I had to focus on her. “Just stop and smell the roses." I joked absentmindedly. She pushed me along, her grin returning to her face.

“You're not funny!" She tried telling me, but her smile told me otherwise.

“I'll have her home by ten, Mrs Frisk!" I called back to her as Janyce dragged me out the door.

“I know you will, you guys have fun!" She called from the door before shutting it behind us.