This was the fifth time this week. Sans was more hungry than usual, and he desired more magic from papyrus. Of course papyrus was happy for the pleasure, but eventually papyrus wouldn't keep up. Even if his stamina lasted way much longer sans' regularly. So here he was, at sans' sentry post, panting wildly, while he was receiving a never ending, overstimulating blowjob underneath.
Papyrus groaned loudly as he came back right into the moist cavern that was his mate's mouth. Sans, without a choked response, desperately drank down the tangy fluid, as he was riding his own fingers. Papyrus began to soften back down, but he knew sans wasn't done as he wouldn't stop sucking. Sans was getting a bit frustrated as he felt like he couldn't get enough magic. Papyrus' cock was almost literally sucked dry, as sans drank most of the spoils so greedily. Papyrus began to hardened back up as he couldn't stop the reoccurring arousal.
"Sans...sans that's enough." Sans sucks harder as cum flows down into his maw. Papyrus grips onto his skull as he tries to get sans to stop sucking him off. Sans refuses as he holds on for dear life. "Sans really!" Papyrus yells as he's soon to cum again. "It's TOO MUCH!!" Papyrus cums once more. Sans sucks the rest up. He was finally done as he let his brother's softened member out of his mouth. Sans licks his teeth as he could still taste the sweet flavor of mandarins. Sans entrance leaked some more as his brother let's out soft pants. Sans straddles him as he begins to stroke the member.
"We're not done yet paps.~ still gotta suck you out from the other mouth." Sans whispers as his bottom lips begin to suck up the hot rod. Papyrus looks down as he was enveloped in warmth once more. "Hah~! It's so big!" Sans gasps, as he begins rides the member. Pleasure waves go through them as sans slams down roughly. He holds onto his stomach as the little souling glows at the magic surrounding it. Papyrus tried to meet up with sans's rough riding, but he just couldn't keep up, due to the over-stimulation of his recent blow job. Sans stopped as he began to grind down. They both groaned as the sweet friction gave off pleasure through both of them. While sans grinded down, papyrus tried to buck his hips. With a harsh buck of his hips, sans jumped as their pelvises clanked hard against each other. They both reached their peak as their cum overflowed and fell on the snow. Their hot spewing mixture of their love melting the snow.
"Shit pap. That was too hard." Sans's voice rough and tired. Sans chuckles as papyrus was already exhausted and passed out. Sans chuckles as he kisses his fore-skull. They immediately teleport back home on papyrus's race car bed. "Sleep paps. You did so good at feeding time. We'll have to continue later..." sans smirked as he soon was drifting off. Huddling close, sleep began to control their bodies as they slept throughout the rest of the day. Sure, Undyne might call and yell at papyrus and sans for not doing their jobs, but that didn't right now. For now they would just rest.
"Bro, what are you talking about?"
"Brother, please keep your voice down, he'll hear us. What I mean is that we need to get out of here, just have to."
sans sighed as he tried to hold back the loss of his child, a living being that was once in his stomach. tears began to welt up in his eye sockets. papyrus saw this as he wiped them away. He pulls sans in his lap and pulls him in a passionate kiss. More of sans's tears fall as their forbidden love was the reason for the loss of the little souling. As they pull away, sans looks down and puts his bony hand rest on his now empty womb. Papyrus puts his hand over as they lock eyes.
"Brother, I can rest assure you that our child is alive." it was then sans's face lit up with hope and relief.
"Do you really mean it?" Papyrus nods as he stares eye socket to eye socket with sans. Sans then envelopes him into a hug. Sans hugs him like it's the end of the world and he's the only life line. Sans sobs as he was feeling a glint of happiness. Faith.
"But we won't be a child later. Not until we escape. So please brother, you have to trust me." Papyrus begs with pleading eyes. Sans is lost in thought. The last time they went against Gaster, it cost their child. But they were in even more danger in Gaster's care anyway. Who knows what he'll do to them. They're just test subjects. A project. Sans finally made up his mind as he gave out a sigh.
"No bro." Papyrus was shocked at this as it wasn't like his brother to say no of escaping. As he usually was. He was always trying at every attempt to escape Gaster.
"B-brother, you know what he'll do to you if we don't escape! He'll hurt you! Or worse! Our child!"
"I know, but we'll get caught if we try anyways. No matter where we are, where we go, he'll always find us. He even said so himself. So why try?" Papyrus was conflicted. His brother always knew what to say. He hated it but he loved him very much. he was then brought into a loving hug his skull pressed close to sans's ribs. Sans then kissed the top of his crown as they laid on their so-called-bed, in their cold cellar. Papyrus didn't want to give he wanted hope for them to escape and leave. but that was impossible because Gaster would find them anywhere. And he hated it. He pulled sans closer as he buries his face in his ribs more. Sans sighs as he knows what it feels like. He knows what it feels like that he has to do something to keep them safe, even though their captor was always a step ahead of them. It was irritating.
"I know bro. I know you're mad. But there's nothing we can do." Sans gasps as papyrus goes lower down his body all the way down to his pelvis. He lifts his gown as he begins to lick between the now conjured soft folds. Sans tries to suck in his breathe blocking out his noises of pleasure. He fails at this anyways as he can't stop the sensations that make him scream louder than he thought he would. And he loved it. Though he would never admit it. He loved how papyrus made him this way. Sure, they were young, he learned that when reading the book as it was only for what they call "adults". But children could do adult stuff to right? So it wasn't wrong. Sans canted his hips as shock waves of pleasure was bursting in his soul.
Papyrus lapped up the juices eagerly as he needed this. He felt like he need something to make him better. He felt as if he was responsible for sans and the souling. It angers him to think that Gaster took the souling away from birth. Sans gave out a gasp as he came, arching his back and grabbing papyrus's skull to make him drown more in the fluids. Papyrus drinks it all like fine wine. Sans whimpered as his pleasure was too much to bare. Papyrus lifted up his own gown showing his arousal. He needs this. Sans needs this. even though they both knew well that this is what caused this whole mess. But that didn't matter right now.
their lust taking control of their thoughts they rocked against each other. It was slow and loving as they just enjoyed the pleasure. As their peaks got higher, papyrus began to gradually go faster. Sans would moan louder as he experiences all different type of pleasures as they go. As they reach their orgasm, sans held on to papyrus for dear life. Papyrus groaned loudly, as he began to collapse on top of sans. Papyrus was too tired to move. For once, all he wanted to do was rest. he didn't even bother to pull out as he was still buried inside sans's twitching walls. Sans understood his actions as he tried to calm his overflowing arousal. In all honesty, sans wanted him to continue. But the was his brother was feeling, he couldn't continue. Not right now. Sans hugged him as he cradled his skull. He slowly traced the lines of his crown. This lulled papyrus to sleep as he snuggled closer. Their eyes glowed brightly as it was the only thing to make them feel at ease.
Gaster watched the monitors, as he saw the two finally sleep. Of course he didn't watch the lewd scenarios they had. It was embarrassing and weird for him. He knew he allowed the most forbidden act for monster kind to happen in his lab, but they weren't children. They were things. They aren't real monsters. They're just things, nothing more. So it wasn't a big deal. Right? But something kept gnawing at him that this was still wrong. He closed the monitors as he decided it was best to head home for the night. It was late afterall. Too late to be exact. He stayed in the lab longer than his regular schedule. But it made sense. It it weren't for a stupid souling, the subject's stupid "relationship" this wouldn't have happened. He packed his files. He decided to take work home with him tonight.
He arrived to Snowdin, heading towards a dull and gloomy house. He knows that the house would be better to have more colorful lights, but it was still home. He honestly didn't care. He opened the front door to be greeted by silent and depressing atmosphere. He turned on the lights as he took off his coat. He kicked off his shoes as decided to see what was in the fridge. He opened it to see why was inside.
'Hmm...not that much.' He thought as he closed the fridge back up. Might as well starve for tonight. Not big deal. He'll deal with the hunger later. Gaster took out his files in his bag and set them on the desk in his room. He opened his data log. He found a new clean page grabbed a pencil, and began to write.
Log date XXXX
It's been days since I've run tests on the subjects their relationship has...gotten worse. I never thought their relationship would be intimate at first. But apparently I've been too delusional. This has gone to the point where one of the fertilized the other. I was too careless and I let this happen. But I resolved the situation by but the little souling in dormancy. I lied to "the father" of the souling that I would kill it after I separate it from "the mother". I'll keep that souling. Since it's the child of both subjects, it would be able to harness more than both of the subjects combined. Maybe even myself. Or the king. So it seems souling's future abilities seem to be..."promising" to me.
Though I will have to keep close tabs on subject 1-S since it's the one barring the souling. I am quite intrigued of this new experiment. Although having three subjects is too much of a crowd. If the souling is willing to meet up to my expectations, I will have to...dispose of the other subjects. If it doesn't, might as well discard it and start back at square one. But I hardly doubt that. After all...my predictions are never wrong.
Gaster closed the file, and laid back with a sigh. So much work, so much time. Gaster knows that some of his mental health was dropping because of work, but this has to be done. It's his job. And with how far he's gone, he can't turn back, even if he wanted to. He looked at his watch as he realized it was way too late. He really needs some sleep. He got up from his desk to his bed. Not even bothering to change or put on the covers to keep him warm of the cold. But he didn't care anyways. It was better for him to numb the burning pain in his hands. The hands he used to cut holes into to make them. The subjects. It still hurts. No matter how he treats it. He slept through the pain. But he doesn't care. He never does.
Sans and papyrus walked their way through Snowdin and Hotland to Alphys's lab. She finally contacted them saying she got the DNA results. And it was the least to say, they were anxious. Especially papyrus. He knows he shouldn't worry too much that there was 50% chance the souling was his, but the other 50% made his soul do somersaults in his rib cage. He just hoped that it wasn't anybody else's.
"So I-I finally got the results and, well, the good thing it to say is that it's yours papyrus." Papyrus and sans let out a breath of relief. Papyrus was worried there for a second. He didn't know what to think if the souling belonged to someone else. To think another monster defiling his brother and actually breed him. "Although I have one question though..." sans and papyrus begin to worry as they are now introduced with the bad news. "Don't worry the souling is healthy, and it's growing just fine, but I'm concerned with the kind of magic it's able to contain, or inherit."
"What?" Sans asks with concern.
"W-well, you see, skeletons have very unique and special magic, and ever since the war between humans an monsters, you two are the remaining left. S-so I just wanted to ask what was natural and what isn't. I'm sure you know about your kind. Right?"
Sans and papyrus looked at each other conflicted. Sans turns back to alphys.
"Well, you see, we don't even know ourselves,"
"King Asgore just took us in. We just woke up out of nowhere without memory or anything." Papyrus cuts in.
"Hmm...I-I will have to have further research about this. But I'm sure there's at least records of skeleton monsters. Thank you for telling me about this."
Sans and papyrus sat on the couch on their living room just cuddling together. They both caressed sans's ecto-stomach. The souling was growing a bit. The little souling was now starting to take it's shape. If you focused a bit you could see the souling's little skull. Papyrus saw this a he prodded at his stomach a bit.
"You see right here brother? It's the skull." Sans looked at it. It was life was forming inside of him. Sans rubbed his ecto-stomach. Sans then threw his head back as slumber began to take over his body. Papyrus places his skull on top as took over him as well. Papyrus felt so at peace. He felt like nothing could ever take this away from him.
Darker, yet darker. Even though all he saw was black, he could see the black ooze that surrounded him. The dark goop swallowed him up even more. He felt as if it was suffocating him. He tried to break free, catch a breath to escape, but nothing worked. Nothing could stop this never ending torture. It felt like he was brutally being teared apart piece by piece. His terrorized shrieks and screams echo and rang loudly in his non-existent ears. He should have been dead at this point. But something was letting him suffer in this torturous nightmare.
He can't breathe.
It's sucking him in further.
It hurts.
It's black.
There's nothing.
He wakes up.
What?
Where was he?
It's snow.
He hears the sound of footprints tracking in the snow. He turns around. Someone...someone is coming. He feels sense of danger rise in his bones. But he stays rooted to the ground. He wants to run but he won't move. You feel more worried as they get closer the crunch of snow gets louder. They come into view as they aren't even a monster. It's a human. But their expression wasn't even close to friendly. His body had a mind of it's own. He feels like he is talking but nothing comes out. He can't hear himself. His arms open wide to a welcoming hug. You could see view of your hands as you see red gloves. When did he wear gloves? He doesn't remember. The human lunges at him. He feels the knife make a clean cut across his vertebrae.
The pain.
It hurts.
He kneels down as he cowers in his pain. He opens his eyes. He is then greeted the bright color of gold. He looks down on himself. You seem to be wearing a blue sweater. With track shorts, and pink slippers. But a certain color was bleeding through it all. There's red. You open your mouth as if you're talking. More blood spills out of your mouth. You seem smaller than your regular height. What was this? What's happening? It's then he pieces together that he wasn't in his body. This wasn't him. He was in someone else's body. But whose. You turn around to see the same human that killed you before. He feels himself starting to blank out as his vision begins falters. Then it all just stopped. He was swallowed back up in the tremendous pain of black agony.
Who was he again?
He didn't know.
He opened his mouth as he said:
"X.X.XXXXXX"
