Humans and Monsters Get Freaky
"I will devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life."
—Devour – Disturbed
Frisk was twenty years old when she was finally settled in an apartment of her own. Sans scared her on her first night there by pretending to be gone. He was a little surprised to find that he didn't like the way her fear felt. It rubbed his soul wrong and left him feeling chafed.
"Sans, will you please never do that again?" she sobbed, gripping his jacket tightly. "I was so scared! You said you'd never leave me, but I'm not a kid anymore."
Sans patted her back, careful not to hurt her with his claws. "I ain't goin' nowhere, Princess."
She sniffled and pulled back, looking up at him with tears glistening in her eyes. "Promise me, Sans."
"I already said—"
She shook her head. "No, I want you to promise me. You're my monster, right? Mine." She hugged him tightly. "I don't want you running off to scare some other kid."
Oh, fuck. Her declaration of possession tugged hard at something in his soul, and it felt good.
"I ain't yours, Princess," he growled. "You're mine."
She pulled back to gaze into his eye sockets. "Who owns who doesn't matter here," she whispered. "I need you to promise me that you're done pretending to be gone. Please?" She tugged at the front of his jacket as she pleaded, nearly pulling him down to her level.
"Who owns who will always matter," he ground out, his hand on her back pulling her closer to him. Her chest was flush against his. He couldn't help but notice how nice she felt against him. "I'll promise I'm done with that bullshit if you admit you belong to me."
She nodded. "I'm yours, Sans. I belong to you."
His soul shouted out to him, tremendous desire flooding from the core of his being out to his entire body. His claws gripped her shirt, nearly tearing, as he leaned down and pressed his teeth to her lips.
He pulled back, shocked at his own actions. "I…" What could he even say to that?
Frisk blushed deeply. They were both silent for a moment, Sans looking anywhere but at her while she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"Why—"
"I don't know why I did that," he interrupted, "but it ain't happenin' again." He pulled back from her to be safe. His eyes raked down her body from the top of her head to her feet. The fact that she was no longer a child hit him like a fucking sledgehammer.
She smiled again. "You said the same thing about hugs, and those certainly happened again."
"You want me to kiss you, Princess?" Again, he looked her over. The purple shirt she wore wasn't tight or low-cut, and yet it managed to put her perky tits on display. He'd never paid much attention before; she was a kid. But now…damn, she had nice tits. Below them, her curves were wide and healthy. His magic began to pool in his groin as he thought about her hips grinding against him.
She shrugged and looked down at her hands still on his jacket. "Maybe."
Sans reached out and hooked a claw under her chin, gently lifting to make her look at him. Her brown eyes were full of lust. "Don't give me that shit. You want me to kiss you or not?" Her lips were damp and plump, fucking ready to be devoured.
Her red cheeks darkened with another blush as she nodded. "Yeah, I want you to kiss me."
He stepped forward and leaned down to press his mouth to hers once again. This time, she reached up and gripped his shoulders through his jacket. He pulled her close, lifting her feet off the ground, and opened his mouth to slide his summoned tongue along her lips. To his surprise, she opened her mouth and let him in.
Frisk groaned at the taste of his magic. She sucked on his tongue and shivered when he growled in response, his hands gripping her tighter to him. Her dangling feet spread and reached out, one wrapped around his lower leg while the other lifted and rested the crook of her knee on his hip bone.
Sans broke the kiss after her third whimper. He was getting far too heated. He set her down and ignored the pout on her face as he wriggled his way out of his jacket. The red sweater he was wearing under it needed to go, too.
Frisk bit her lip and watched in rapture as her monster—her Sans—stripped his top half in front of her. She had never once seen him without his jacket on. Although still big, he seemed to have reduced in size by almost half. She was a little surprised to see the thick bones of his rib cage. Her fingers reached out to touch him, her fingers gently exploring each rib.
Sans watched her as she touched him, his hands on her upper arms. He wanted to grip her to him and kiss her madly until they were both naked, but he refused to push her. He couldn't scare her like that.
She looked up at him through her lashes and smiled seductively. "It's not fair how hot you are," she mused. She slid her fingers up his sternum and across his clavicles to his shoulders. "Kiss me."
He nodded and pulled her close, once again lifting her off the ground, as he all but shoved his tongue in her mouth. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly as they kissed wildly in the middle of her living room.
Without a word, Sans took her back to her bedroom. He all but collapsed on top of her on the bed, not even trying to lay her down gently. As he hovered over her, he let his hands begin to wander. He gripped her ass tightly and shoved his hips forward, the manifestation of his lust pressing against her body with feral need.
Frisk broke the kiss and moaned eagerly. "Fucking hell, Sans," she panted as he licked her jaw to her ear. "This is even better than I imagined it."
Sans pulled back then and met her eyes. "You dream about fuckin' me, sweetheart?" he asked, grinding his caged erection against her.
She nodded, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks. "A lot, actually."
"Let's make that dream a reality, shall we?" He lifted her enough to start pulling her shirt off. He wasn't above fucking a human, and it had been a long damn time since he last had any kind of sex.
Frisk helped him, and soon she was completely naked under him. He dragged his claws gently down her abdomen, careful not to hurt her too badly, and kissed her left hip. Without giving her any chance to prepare, he spread her folds and pressed his tongue flat onto her pussy. He dragged upward, relishing in her taste and the way her body reacted to him.
Her abdomen clenched tightly as she cried out, her hands reaching down to try to grip at his skull. Her legs attempted to close around his shoulders, but he pushed them apart with a hand on her knee. The tip of his tongue dragged slowly across her clit, causing her to buck her hips into his face and cry out again.
He continued his administrations until she was dripping wet, her pussy flowing with need. He kissed her up her stomach, stopping for a moment to admire her hard nipples, before licking her throat up to her chin.
"You want this?" he asked, meeting her eyes.
Frisk nodded. "I want this."
He kissed her lips. "You wanna suck me?"
She swallowed, painful memories interrupting her desire. "I, um…"
He shook his head. "Sorry I asked; that was dumb'a me."
She reached up and framed his face with her hands. "It's okay, Sans." She kissed him. "I don't want to, though."
He nodded and kissed her once more. "You still wanna do this?" He reached down to rub her pussy gently, hoping to keep her interested.
"God, yes." Her hips bucked involuntarily against his fingers, the sensation of sharp claws against her sensitive flesh making her gasp. "Please, Sans."
He nodded and sat up enough to undo his belt buckle. He pulled the zipper down and shifted to stand up so he could get rid of the pants, kicking them and his boots off to the side. He watched her as she watched his cock, glowing bright red and pulsing with need.
He reached down between her legs and pushed a finger inside her dripping pussy. She gasped and looked up at him, pain in her eyes.
"Sans! Ow…" She squirmed, attempting to pull away from him.
"Fuck." He pulled his hand away, realizing that his claws were too much for her. "Are you okay?" He rubbed her gently with the backs of his fingers. He didn't like the swirls of blood that mixed with her wetness.
Frisk licked her lips and nodded. "I think so, but that hurt. I'm sorry."
He looked at her strangely for a second. "Why the fuck are you apologizing for that shit?" He rubbed her clit with a knuckle as he moved up, laying down next to her and kissing her jaw. "Sex shouldn't hurt unless you want it to. I can't imagine you want me scratchin' up the inside of your cunt. Not yet, anyway."
She whimpered, his fingers on her clit keeping her body pulsing with hot, heavy desire. "Yeah, I don't want that, but I do want you to fuck me."
He nodded again and moved down over her pussy. He pushed his tongue inside her, using a pulse of healing magic to heal the wounds he'd created. He licked her a few more times until he no longer tasted her blood.
Without a word, he moved over her and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. He met her eyes and pushed in gently. He knew this was her first time, and as much as he wanted to take her hard and fast, choke her and bite her, he wouldn't hurt her like this. He relished in her whimpered moans and the way her eyes slipped closed. She licked her lips and reached up to hold his shoulders, breathy moans escaping her throat with each increasing inch he moved inside her.
She only tensed up a few times, asking him with her furrowed brows and pain in her eyes to stop for a moment. She'd nod when she was ready for more advancement.
"How are you?" Sans asked when he'd managed to fill her completely. He leaned down, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of her, and kissed her cheek.
She opened her eyes and kissed his teeth. "So good, and ready for more."
He nodded and began to rock gently against her. His eyes slipped closed at the pleasure of the small movements. With it having been so long, and with how good her tight pussy already felt, he knew he wasn't going to last very long.
"Oh, Sans," her soft voice whimpered. Her breath warmed his cheekbone and caused him to move a little faster. Her answering moan told him she liked it.
"Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking tight," he groaned. "I ain't gonna last, sweetheart." He pushed himself up and gripped her knees, careful to not dig into her skin.
"Put your arms up, Frisk. I wanna see your tits bounce as I fuck you."
She smiled and did as he'd asked, gripping the pillow under her head. "You like my tits?"
He growled and moved a little harder to cause them to bounce more. "'Course I like your tits. You like my cock?" He ground against her for good measure.
Her back arched and her eyes clenched shut. "Oh, fuck! Do that again, please!"
"Answer me. You like my cock?"
"Yes! Yes, I love your cock. Please, do that again!"
He repeated the action, grinding against her and making damn sure he reached as far as his cock could reach inside her. Her pussy shivered around him, causing him to gasp. Maybe he could make her cum after all. He scooted a little closer and began to thrust in earnest, grinding against her each time he filled her.
He put a hand between them and carefully rubbed her clit with the back of his forefinger claw. She gasped and arched her back, her stomach clenching tightly.
"Oh…Oh god, Sans, please don't ever stop!"
He grinned to himself and rubbed her clit a little harder. "I want you to cum for me, Princess. I want you to cum all over my fucking cock." His eyes closed, and his face tilted up as she shivered around him again. He refused to give in until she'd shown him her orgasm.
Frisk's fingers gripped tightly at the pillowcase by her head, her knuckles white and her muscles straining. Her back arched again, her breathing shallow as she whimpered and moaned with every exhale. Her toes curled, the most delicious heat spreading from her over-occupied pussy to her stomach and down her legs.
Sans reached up and gripped her right breast, too eager to feel her flesh in his hand. He wasn't as gentle as he should have been, and his claws dug into her skin. Before he could apologize, she gasped. The soft pain disappeared to Frisk and pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, waves of pleasure like she'd never known before crashing over her whole body.
"Fucking Christ!" Sans leaned down over her and pounded into her, his own end so close. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and gripped his bones, still riding out the last of her orgasm. He buried his face in her neck, barely avoiding the urge to dig his teeth into her soft flesh, and let go. A few uncoordinated thrusts, and his cock inside her began to twitch. He held his breath as he finally came, spilling his magic seed inside her.
He laid on top of her for a few moments, recovering from one of the most intense orgasms he'd had in a long time. Her fingertips gently moved across his scapulae and clavicles. He moved just enough to kiss her and heal the puncture marks he'd made in her breast.
Frisk sucked in a deep breath and kissed his cheekbone. "Sans?"
He lifted his head and hummed. "Yeah?"
"Was that okay?"
He smirked and kissed her lips. "Ain't no way that was just 'okay,' sweetheart. That was fucking incredible."
She smiled. "I never imagined sex could be that good. I guess it's probably better with monsters, though, isn't it?"
His brow bones furrowed. "You ain't gonna find out, Princess, cuz you ain't gonna go around fuckin' anyone else."
She giggled and reached up to touch his cheekbones. "I don't want to fuck anyone else; I'm just happy that it was so good with you. And this was only our first time! We have so many more opportunities to learn each other's bodies."
Sans nodded and kissed her again. "How long you been thinkin' about fucking me?"
Frisk pursed her lips, thinking about her answer. "I think the first time I really wondered what it would be like was after that one boyfriend I had."
He raised a brow bone. "You have to elaborate, sweetheart; you've had a few too many."
She pushed up on his ribs gently, and he moved to her side. She turned to face him, and he pulled her in close.
"I was seventeen, I think. The boy and I were on my bed, making out, and he got a little too handsy for my liking. After he got mad at me for telling him to stop, you scared him. I felt bad for asking him to stop and you got mad at me for feeling bad. You told me that nobody should ever push me, no matter who they are. You said you wouldn't even push me, and you're a monster, so that gave no right to any human to try it. That night, I thought about making out with you, and I dreamed about having sex. Of course, I didn't know about your dick, so it was all just fingers and toys, but it was a nice dream anyway."
He nodded. "I want ya to know I never thought about you like this. It never even crossed my mind until today when you wanted to pretend you own me. I got real fuckin' possessive, and when you so easily gave in to belonging to me…that was it."
Frisk met the lights in his eye sockets and licked her lips. "I need to ask you something."
"'Kay." His arms tightened around her a little; her sudden apprehension didn't sit well on his soul. "What is it?"
"I…I understand that I said I belong to you, but…I guess I just realized that I don't know what that means." She licked her lips again and wrapped her fingers around his ribs. "Am I…Is this what you meant when you said you'd hurt me when I got older?"
He shook his head and gently rubbed her back. His claws dug softly into her skin, not breaking it. "I ain't gonna hurt you, Frisk. That was back when you didn't mean nothin' to me. What this means, you bein' mine and all, is that you can't go gettin' yourself another man. You need to fuck, you fuck me."
She nodded. "But you're not mine?" The implications were starting to dawn on her. She didn't like them.
"I don't belong to no one."
"So, you can still fuck someone else?" She looked down; she didn't want to admit the stab of pain her soul suffered at that thought.
Sans realized what she was getting at and made her look at him. "I'm gonna be honest with you: I don't wanna fuck anyone else, but I got urges you don't wanna satisfy. Maybe someday, when I work you up to that. I'm a violent monster."
She nodded, averting her eyes to hopefully keep him from seeing the tears that had gathered there. "I know you're violent, Sans. I've known that since I was a kid. And don't tell me I don't want to satisfy all of your urges, because I do. I'll deal with pain for you."
"I don't wanna hurt you."
"I want you to hurt me."
His brow bones furrowed, and he tried to pretend he hadn't heard what she just said. "No, you don't. You don't know what you're askin' for."
That time she met his eyes, hers burning with meaning. "Sans, I would rather you pull my guts out with your teeth than fuck someone else. Hurt me if you have to, but please…If you can be soft and gentle with me like you were for our first time, then I can be tough and bloody for you."
Sans thought about that for a moment. The more he did, the more he realized he liked the idea. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't want to hurt Frisk, but if she was as willing to bleed for his pleasure as she seemed to be, then he'd let her.
"You make it sound like you love me or some shit."
"Maybe I do."
"Maybe I love you back. As much as a monster like me can love, anyway."
Frisk smiled brightly and kissed him. "So, will you keep it in your pants for me?"
He snorted. "Yeah. I need to fuck, I fuck you."
"Will you just warn me if you need it bloody?"
He pulled her close again and nodded. "I already told you, sex ain't s'posed to hurt unless you want it to. One day, I'll rip you to fucking shreds, but that won't be until you're ready for that kind of pain. I got shit that can heal you, too."
She wasn't sure why those words were soothing, but she didn't care. "Stay with me tonight? In my bed, I mean."
Sans smirked again. "I ain't goin' nowhere. I might just fuck you again before you go to sleep, too." He leaned his head down and kissed her neck.
Her fingers grasped at the back of his skull. "I might just need you to."
"You wanna ride me?" He rolled over onto his back, his dick already starting to form.
Frisk licked her lips and nodded. "Yeah."
