(It's time to leave the hovel and be set up into a gleaming castle! Wrong! But even though it is small the decorations are nice. It's time to move out! Frisk is tired of her situation and she's taking it into her own hands to change it. And Sans could not be happier. Yet would her secret of being a 'no mans child' conflict with their relationship?)
(Warning: Sexual content ahead. Very heavy sexual content)
(Characters belong to Toby Fox. Story by me)
Chapter 12
Back in your arms
Startled we turn to the far wall as dust shakes from the ceiling. I sigh and grab Sans shirt front to bury myself further into his warmth as the old asshole from the grave continues to rant at us.
"You loud obnoxious slut! No decency! No decency at all from a whore of monsters!"
Sans glares at the wall as the man continues to shout on. He raises an 'eyebrow' and says in a sneer, "He's always this jovial?"
I shake my head and smile against him tightly as I shiver from the noise. The man's voice is far more grating than usual today. My ears practically rang from the noise.
With a huff Sans waves, his hand in the air and a popping sound startles me. I jerk away from his chest to look around. A strange blue energy now surrounds us. It is shaped into a bubble that encases the bed inside of it. Gentle waves move across its surface like that of the top of a lake or pond.
I stare at it in awe and Sans chuckles lightly. "That should shut him up for a bit. I can't believe you had to live with that for so long. Must have been a real ear splitter." He says gently, however his energy sparked with irritation.
I grin for a moment until a feeling of sudden exhaustion overtakes me and I fall onto his chest and cuddle closer to him. Inhaling deeply I take in his scent. The sweet tartness of ketchup seems to emanate from him, along with the tangy smoke of a bone fire. He really much has rushed right from the BBQ to find me. A feeling of gratefulness takes hold of my heart.
"Princess?" his voice is full of tight concern.
"Huh?"
"Can you...tell me what happened? You disappeared from your parent's house so suddenly and scared us all half to death. Then..." He stiffens and his body shakes. "Then for hours after that, I felt unease. Pain, horror, disgust, began to fill me. I could not understand why," He holds me a little tighter, gently rocking me as his voice shakes. "Then I realized it was from you. I have been feeling your agony for hours and I could not find you." His arms suddenly tighten and I cry out under the sudden pain that rakes through my body. The sound causes him to release me and pull back to look at me. His eye sockets narrow on me and really take in the damage.
I suddenly feel self-conscious. Bruised, beaten, tear-stained, clothes ripped and burned.
I must look horrid.
Blushing hotly and cover my front and turn away from his intense gaze only to have him touch my shoulders gently and pull me back to face him. But I could not lift my head to meet his eyes. I'm too ashamed.
Tsking he takes my chin and raises my head gently for me to look into his eyes.
"I would never think any less of you for how you look right now. No matter whatever happens to you physically or mentally, I will always love you. Always." He leans over and presses his ghost-like lips upon my own.
Such a gentle taste. A soft caress.
I moan into the kiss and lean forward. His arms around me are warmer than any summer day. San's compassion, his love, soaks through me like water into a sponge. And in the dark aspects of my moments now, while I am hurting, and in need of saving, he is there.
My light.
My salvation.
Pulling back a bit I shiver under his stare and say,
"Sans...I..."
His kiss silences me before I could tell him how I feel. But I don't mind. I groan into it as he gently pushes me down into the covers. But as he holds me down harder the pain hits again as my bones harshly react against it and I cry out again. He stops and hisses in anger and pulls away. Staring up at him he looks down at me before placing his bony hand gently on my face. Left eye blazing he promises, "Whoever did this, that fucker is deader than dead. I felt your pain. I felt your horror, terror, and agony. Oh, baby, I wish I could have stopped this from happening." Sans shakes his skull in irritation. "No matter how hard I tried I could not find you. I ran all over downtown looking for you. But it was as if you vanished from the planet." His eyes fill with agony, "Gods I thought you were dying and I..."
I kiss his forehead and nuzzle up into him. He lightly holds me in his grip as he shivers against me tightly.
"Gods baby I don't want to lose you again. Not again."
Rubbing my head against his I let him hold me as his magical tears soak my ruined clothes. However, as He holds me the curiosity of his appearance in my apartment suddenly resurfaces. I wait first until he is calm and his energy isn't filled with so much sorrow. My heart wrenches for him that he worried so much for me. But a part of it is so happy that he was.
Once his tears have dried I pull back a bit to look him in the eyes. His glowing orbs wobbly with his remaining tears, I lean forward to kiss them away before asking gently, "How did you find me then? How did...how did you get here?"
His eyes stare at me for a moment. Puzzlement clear in their glowing depths.
"I...I don't know...but...I remember hearing your voice," He places his bony hand over his chest. The faint glow of his soul shining for a moment behind it. "I felt your pain. Your need. And...I appeared here," He looks around my shabby apartment before looking back down at me. "And when I saw you...I realized that I finally found you." He touches my cheek and traces the bruising lightly. His eyes suddenly taking on a determined look. As if he decided something.
Suddenly a spark of heat radiates from his bony hand and I flinch at the suddenness of of pain, I feel a warmth wash over me and the stinging sensation settles down greatly. Gasping in surprise Sans chuckles.
"I may have misled you a bit with my words earlier." He says blushing a little. "I can heal a little. Bruises, scratches, but nothing serious I'm afraid." He touches my other cheek lightly and the stinging quickly fads away into nothing. I smile up at him in joy but his face holds a haunted look.
"I can't heal the rest of your wounds though. And you have a lot." He traces down my neck, shoulder, and arm, down to my writs where the bandages are wrapped tightly there. His expression hardens. "We need to get you to Papyrus for these." Looking back at me his expression holds a look of self-disgust. "Even when the woman I love is hurt I can't heal her myself..."
I stop him with a swift kiss, hurting myself a bit in doing so, but I want him to stop attacking himself.
"You're here with me now Sans. That is more than I can say for the United or most of the other people I know. You're here. If I had to take you or Papyrus, I would choose you." I kiss him again and wrap my arms around his neck. The pain in my body is screaming at me but I ignore it as I continue to talk. " you're my heart, Sans. I realized that the moment I saw you appear before me a few moments ago. I need you here more than anyone else I know. Your my heart, the other half of my soul, and the light in my darkness." I close my eyes as tears stream from them. The tears fall down my cheeks steadily as I hold on to him as tightly as possible. "I can't live without you beside me Sans!"
His body, slack with surprise, moves to hold me to him at my words. He's shaking now with emotion as we hold each other. In his arms in that moment, I instantly know what I want. I know that I am blowing everything out of the water with my decision but... the thought of being separated from him again, of dealing with this hell again for another day, week, month, or year, is enough to send me ranting mad.
I now know what I wanted...and I wanted to hold it with both hands.
Even if it meant tearing the very foundation of all my years of suffering apart. The goals of those two factions could take a fat on up the ass! I'm making the choices now for my own future!
And hope that I can deal with the consequences when they come.
Gently, I pull away from his embrace to look at him in the eyes. His glowing orbs stare into me and I say confidently, "I want to be by your side always Sans. I never want to leave you ever again. I'm messed up...I know I am. I can't remember much about our past together but...I want to write a new future with you." His eyes widen as I continue to talk. San's bony body shakes as emotions of elation grew from him. " Will you take me as your bride again Sans? Will you take me into your life again? Please." The final plea drew tears from my eyes as my heart opens itself to him in offering. I feel it as I would feel the wind on my face or water around my body.
I am open, vulnerable, and if he denies me, I know I would die.
Sans looks at me firmly and leans over and kisses me deeply. Arms wrapping around my body, he draws me into him and I feel his answer through his soul as his kiss deepens even further.
'Yes! A thousand times more yes! My love, my heart, I have you at last!'
Pure joy and elation fills me as I burst out laughing at his internal answer. My heart filling with a sensation I haven't felt in so long.
Hope.
...
We finally decided that with our agreed betroth that we would move in together and that I would move that day. Right now in fact. And while I was settling into their home, Papyrus would doctor me there. They didn't trust taking me to the clinic, though most of their equipment and medicine was there. They didn't want the humans having any more chances to take me.
When Sans finally disperses the magical bubble, we find that the old man has long since quieted, and we were both relieved not to have to hear him while we packed. We had called Papyrus a few minutes prior to let him know where we were and that we needed assistance to get back to the monster district. He was more than happy to help.
As we wait Sans gathers my few belongings for the move. A fairly large duffle bag held about everything I had, minus the large coverlet my mother made me. That is currently wrapped around my body. Keeping me warm as I watch Sans carefully pack everything away. The last thing that remained is Mr. Giggly. He still sits untouched on the bedside table. I eye him a few times wondering if I should bring him. With Sans, I didn't think I really need him anymore, but a part of me could not bear the idea of just leaving him here in this place. Abandoning him.
"Frisk?"
I turn to Sans. His eyes watching me carefully as he stands in the middle of the small living space. Then he looks up and walks over to where Mr. Giggily is. Without a word, he picks him up gently and brings him over to me. Unlike James, I have no anger toward him touching my old friend. I feel, almost happy he did.
Sans kneels and hands Mr. Giggily to me, and I hesitate.
Sighing he says, "I don't think he would feel happy being stuck in a dump like this. All alone with that nasty old man next door. He'll get so bonely you know. Besides." He leans over and kisses me tenderly on the forehead. His eyes so close to mine I could see the white orbs pulse with life. "I think our future children would love to meet their mother's old friend some day. Don't you think?"
A stinging hotness spreads over my cheeks at his words. The sudden thought of children by this monster made a part of me sing with joy.
Nodding silently I reach out and take Mr. Giggily from Sans. Holding him close I silently asking for forgiveness. Sans watches with a warm gaze before turning to face the door as a soft knock sounds.
"That must be Paps." He said as he turns to look at me and says with a crooked smile, "Ready to go princess?"
Smiling lightly at him I nod tiredly.
I've been ready to leave a long time ago.
Sans nods and kisses me tenderly on the forehead before rising and answering the door. Papyrus stood on the other side looking to his left with a peeved expression on his face before turning to look at Sans with delight.
"Brother, Finally! You scared me to death! You just vanished from thin air and..."
Sans held up his hand and gave a sign to Papyrus to lower his voice. Papyrus looks at him in confusion before Sans motions to me. Papyrus's expression quickly turns livid. His long legs bring him quickly to where I sit on the floor. My face is healed, but my body still badly battered. He kneels before me and after a moment attempts to open the coverlet but Sans stops him.
"Bro, this isn't the best place to observe her right now. This isn't safe. We need to get her home. Now." Sans said keeping an eye on the open door. Papyrus looks at him for a moment before he nods and reaches for me.
"I'll take her," Sans said before gently patting Paps shoulder. "Can you grab that bag over there instead please?"
Again Papyrus looks at Sans hard. I believe he is looking for something. Finally, he nods and rises to grab the bag in the middle of the floor. It is kinda big and stuffed to the brim, but he is able to pick it up with ease.
Sans then turns to me and kneels to pick me up. Once I, and the coverlet, were in his arms we turn to the open doorway to see Papyrus standing to the side glaring at the old man next door. The old man stood there, his face split into a toothless grin. His body shaking with delight as he taps his cane on the ground and says, "You finally leaving monster girl? Finally leaving? Good. Good ridens. Could not stand ya here! Bad luck having your kind here. Bad luck indeed." He chuckles and taps his cane again. "No use having a 'No mans child' in our mist. Bad luck, bad luck..." He laughs out and turns to return to his apartment. His words slicing through me as I look at Sans expression to gauge his reaction. He just looks on, irritated. His emotions never changing from before. Surprise fills me and I turn to look at Papyrus. He too had an irritated expression and his emotions never change once. To my astonishment, and hope, I think they had no idea what a 'No mans child' really was. If not, I would hope they would never find out.
We leave the apartment building and I am greeted with the familiar sight of Papyrus's red sports car. Leaning on the hood is Undyne. Her posture stiff as she guards the car and observes the neighborhood with a crucial eye. Upon seeing us she rises and opens the door without a word. But once she got a good look at my expression and how I look in Sans arms, her face hardens. She helps us into the car as Papyrus puts my things into the trunk. Sans hands me to her for a moment and gets in first. As he buckles himself she says, "Someone did a number on ya loser. I bet they didn't even play fair did they?"
I chuckle up at her and shake my head. "If you call tying someone down in a chair and electrocuting them half to death fair then no...no they didn't," I replied smoothly.
I said those words easily and without thinking first.
My words caused all the monsters to freeze at once.
"WHAT!" they cried.
"MOTHERFUCKERS!"
"GOD DAMN BASTEREDS!"
"WHAT IN THE WORLD!?"
I freeze at their exclamations and hurridly reply, "Guys guys, let's talk about this once we get back home okay?" Fear eats at me as their emotions rocket up to a level that I have never seen before. I am terrified at their behavior and that they would do something rash because of my thoughtless words. If I didn't calm them they could put themselves in danger.
Undyne shivers. Her rage is intense, but she shakes it off and after a moment she calms. Just a little bit.
"Okay okay sport," Her eye opens and looks down at me hard. "But the moment we get ya to where you're going, Alphys is going to take a look at ya to and you're going to talk!"
I nod with wide eyes.
What have I done?
…...
It takes us about twenty minutes of silent driving to make it back to the monster district. Luckily we have no issues other than how quiet everyone is. Sans and Undyne sit in back with me, their postures ridged as they look out the window with watchful eyes. As if they feared an attack. Luckily we make it without fault and continue driving until we reach an unfamiliar part of town. A large, worn, building that looks unfamiliar in a shadowy part of the monster's district.
"Well. Home sweet home." Sans replies as he turns and helps Undyne to unbuckle me from the seat. The entire time I hold Mr. Giggily tightly in my grasp as I am lifted from the car and into Sans arms. Walking toward the double glass doors surrounded by ivy, Papyrus opens them and the smell of musk and spice hits my nose. The hall is dark but clean and pleasant as it is lit with soft light from the candle like lights on the walls. Sans carries me to an old looking cage elevator where a small Temmie maned the buttons. When all of us were inside the Temmie gives a soft 'hoi' and flips the switch and the elevator begins to move. The ride is shaky at first, and I panic a little until Papyrus places his hand on my head. His touch calms me as Sans pulls me closer to his body. His cheekbone rubbing softly on mine as we finally reach our destination.
The elevator slows then stops shakily on the ninth floor. The cage-like doors open to reveal a dimly lit hall. The floors are gleaming wood and the walls were wood paneling. The doors here were very close together and almost squished in appearance.
At my confused look, Sans explains.
"When we moved here long ago the humans didn't exactly give us enough room for everyone. So in behest of the queen, we gutted and rebuilt many of the larger buildings into apartments. They are slightly cramped but they do the job. Keeps us dry and warm."
"Speak for yourself runt," Undyne muttered. "I hate these cramped rooms. Alphys puts up with it but I want more space for us. Space for her." She shakes her head and looks down at me in Sans arms. "And speaking of space. Once we get you settled in yours we have a lot to talk about loser."
I watch her worriedly, too tired to really reply with much more than a small nod.
Papyrus gives her a slightly annoyed look and says, "Now wait just a minute Undyne. Frisk is badly hurt and I'm sure suffering from enough trama as it is. I think it will be fine to wait at least a day or two for her to heal a bit before we prod her with questions."
Undyne gives him a peeved look as we begin to move down the hallway. I lean into Sans as the two argue about my health and my ability to give them answers on where I was.
I am too tired to care all that much.
We finally stop at a door that looks identical to the others and Papyrus, still, in mid-argument, takes out his keys and unlocks it smoothly before opening it and stepping inside to hold the door open for us. As Sans walks in the argument in the background fades as I take in the small apartment before us. It is even smaller than the one we left, however, the difference in appearance and feel is clearly evident. A large king size bed sits in the far back of the room, against a large window whose light shown in like a heavenly ray. The covers are rich and lush looking, with large fluffy pillows and a cute stuffed animal that sits alone in the middle of the propped up pillows. The floor gleams in the light and a single rug sits as a welcome mat between the bed and the door. A small desk filled with supplies sits in the far corner. Everything untouched and ready to be used. To the other side, a small kitchenette awaited. The whole thing gleaming clean and ready for use. And on either side of the small room on the wood-paneled walls, were two doors that lead to two other rooms. The atmosphere here is warm, homey, and comforting while the-the other apartment was cold, drab, and depressing.
Though small I find this place far exceeded the other by leaps and bounds.
"Welcome home Frisk. This is yours now." Sans said with a quiet voice as he slowly approaches the bed in the middle of the room.
Gapping at the room I finally say in awe, "It looks like you planned this ahead of time Sans. I...I just proposed to you a few minutes ago."
He settles me down gently on the bed and fusses with my blankets as he says, "This was put together a long time ago. We...umm.. actually put this room together a few days before your birthday party. It was to impress your parents to letting you stay close to me before our wedding." His eyes have a slight far off pained look and it made me feel horrible inside. Like a sick sensation that crawls right up from the heart.
I grab his cheeks and make him look at me. "I'm...I'm sorry I should not have..."
He takes a hold of my hands and brings them to his face. He breathes them in as if they hold a scent far more precious than any he had ever smelt before. Then his eyes open slowly to look at me. The look in them was of a man who had found home.
"I'm not mad Frisk. You're here now, with me, wanting me. I can not ask for a better gift. The past is in the past and right now our future is far more important."
I blush as he kisses my fingers before rising to look at his brother and Undyne. They have long since stopped arguing and Undyne looks at me closely. Her expression a mix of concern yet determined. Finally, she seems to make a decision that she isn't too happy about, for she sighs before saying, "Fine, I'll let the matter slip for now until she's better. However, I'm sending Alphys and that damn robot over here tomorrow morning sharp to help check on her! And you know I have to tell the king and queen about this. They're not going to be happy about this situation."
Papyrus nods and Sans says, "I would suggest telling them tomorrow. Let them know she's safe and with us, but keep the details to a minimum for now until she's healed." He then looks at me. "It seems the United have been in on this situation for some time. Once the king and queen find out about that they are not going to be happy campers. Neither at this moment am I." He then looks back at Papyrus. "They gave her some sort of drug. I noticed it when I was healing her facial wounds. It is quickly healing her and setting her straight but I don't like its spiratic rate of healing. Paps as soon as you can I need you to look into it."
Papyrus nods and walks over to me and kneels down to begin his check on me.
Sans walks over to Undyne and they talk quietly by the door.
I stare at him for a moment, wondering where this version of Sans had come from. He took command so quickly of the situation.
Was it all for me?
Unsure I decide to ask Papyrus a question that needed to be answered fairly soon.
I look at Papyrus bent skull and ask, "Papyrus?"
"Yes, Frisk?"
"What are the two doors on either side of the room? Where do they lead?"
Papyrus stops for a moment before giving me a soft grin. "Why they lead to my apartment and Sans. His is the one on the right. Mine is on the left."
"Oh.," I say with a sad expression as worry takes holds.
Seeing this he straightens. "What's wrong? I thought you would like the idea that we were close by?"
I shake my head. "It's not that," I say as I begin to wiggle in place.
He cocks his head at me and I roll my eyes before I bluntly say, " Is there no bathroom in here?"
Papyrus, with a look of shock, finally chuckles and shakes his head. "Of course, of course. Here I'll help you to it."
He lifts me from the pile of covers and turns to a small corner where a curtain hid a small room where a nicely sized bathroom laid.
Worry now over!
…...
Five hours have gone by since I first arrived here and everyone had long since gone. Undyne left and had promised to be back by morning. Papyrus had healed my wounds and took blood samples to discover what the United had injected into me hours prior. Sans had left with the promise to return and that I should rest up.
But I could not sleep.
I stare up at the ceiling wide-eyed as I hold Mr. Giggily firmly in my hands. His plastic body no match for the skeleton I would rather be holding close to me at that moment. But I continued to hold him wishing for Sans to return soon.
Sighing I turn in my bed and think about my decision. Was It the right one? Yes, yes it was. At the ripe age of 30, I had suffered much. I am ready for a change. I am ready for a future that I could make for myself.
I nod to myself in agreement until I hear a soft knocking sound at the door. Turning excitedly I ask who it is.
"Oh, you know..." the muffled voice answered from behind the door. A sudden shifting sensation coursed through me from my right before a familiar voice whispered softly, "Just an old friend."
I giggle as I turn and throw myself into Sans arms. He chuckles and holds me tightly before releasing me just as fast to look closely at me. "You feeling alright now to be throwing yourself around like that?"
I smile brightly at him and his eyes widen at my expression as I answer truthfully, "I feel fine now thank you. Papyrus did an awesome job, and my bones don't hurt anymore." I roll my arm to show him and he nods.
"Paps is good. I'm glad he was able to heal you completely, but huh. What do you mean your bones?" His expression was sharp as he watched for my answer.
I stop rolling my arm to look him in the eye. He wanted answers. I sigh and my smile weakens. "Sit with me Sans, this might take a bit."
He sits down gingerly by my side and waits patiently. Now that I am healed he knows I can talk. In the end, I guess he is just as worried about what happened as much as Undyne. He had felt my pain as I had experienced it so he has a right to know what happened.
So I told him.
I tell him everything. My voice dull and my eyes trained on our now joined hands, explain to him what happened in that building before he found me. Talk about Luke and my suspicions about his actions around my tortures, but also my confusion of them as well. I told him about Jake and his association with the United and that he spied for them within the Governments building to keep an eye on me. And the game we all play to keep the monsters safe.
The game where I play as the dummy for both to satisfy their superiority over the other.
After I finished, Sans doesn't say a word. His emotions are that of a man holding back a flood with a single thread of string. The rage in his soul is so much so that for a moment I am too afraid to speak. Then the tide abides and he takes a long deep breath before he speaks again.
"And how long has this, 'game' been going on?" I look down at our hands. His thumb rubbing softly over my own.
"Almost since the very beginning. When they first put that device on me." I say pointing to the offending metal object around my ankle.
He turns to look at it. His eyes narrowing tightly.
"We have got to get that off you."
"I know," I say tiredly before snuggling into his warmth.
Sans holds me tightly to him. His head rubbing against the top of mine. We sit in the dim light of the lamps that now lite the room. The sky long since went black from a storm that has rolled in.
We hold onto one another. Monster and human. Man and woman. Soon both joining to be wed. Yet as I think about this I wondered if monsters married the same way humans did. Was there a great feast, money to be spent, invitations?
As I thought Sans notices my distraction and he taps my nose to get my attention.
"Whats eating you kid. You've gotten quite suddenly."
I nod and answer honestly, "I've been with the monsters for as long as I remember. Yet...I can't seem to remember anyone telling me about how monsters...marry." I look at him with a confused smile and he smirks at me.
"Well, what do you want to know?" He leans back with his arm around my shoulders. We recline together in the large bed. Staring up at the ceiling as I answer his question.
"Well, is a monster marriage like a human marriage? Like do we need a lot of money? Do I need to buy a dress, a ring for you, find an emergency group of female bridesmaids?"
Laughing quietly he shakes his head and holds me closer to him. "No no no. Nothing quite like that baby. Well, a monsters wedding can be a lot like a human wedding if they wished it to be, but it's not normally how it's done. It's far more subtle than that. For monsters to wed they first need the permission from the parents on both sides of the family. Your parents gave their blessing a long time ago, and mine...well I know my dad likes you a lot and would not mind you as a daughter in law. Then there are the gifts. My gift to you is this apartment. And you have already given me the greatest gift I could have ever hoped for." He pauses before kissing me softly to emphasize his meaning. I blush as he continues. "Then after that, we consummate our marriage in the intended home of both the bride and groom and join our souls during sex. In that moment both souls merge for a time and it's said they experience a raw and powerful vision of the other person's life and experience. In this way, they truly become one for a time." He strokes my thumb a little harder. Circling it a bit with his own. "Then in that moment, the marriage is fully sealed as they climax and call the other person's name. Then it's done." he looks back at me, his eyes full of longing, yet uncertainty still filled their depths.
I smile at him and lean over and kiss him on the cheek as my other hand reaches over and I place it over his chest. Rolling over to face him I say, "How about we consummate our marriage now my love?" I say this without hesitation. My heart swelling as his emotions and eyes widen at my words.
Then joy echos from him to me as he rolls on top of me, bringing me with him. On my back now I look up at his face. His expression full of hope, love, and happiness as he suddenly leans down and takes my lips passionately. The kiss is raw and the deep moan that crawls from him causes me to respond in kind. His hands grip my arms tightly as he holds me in his grasp as if he is afraid I would leave.
Or disappear.
Sighing into his kiss I reach up and grasp him behind his head and drag him down tighter. I want to feel everything from him. His body, his energy, everything. I did not want to lose anything that he could give me in this precious moment.
Our bodies grind against each other, bone against flesh. And the sensation is so odd. His clothes cushion his skeleton from me yet I feel that even unclothed fully, the sensation would be just as smooth, just as pleasurable.
Like when we made love in his clinic. It just feels so right.
Our clothes are peeled away one by one. He takes off a layer, I take off a layer until we find ourselves knelt in the center of the bed kissing passionately. Nude and eager for the other person. Hands roam over the other person as if we could not get enough of their texture, and bodies press hard against the other.
I am shaking so hard right now. My loins burn like hot coals as my clitoris tingles and sing for his touch. His taste. Sans, I know, would give me so much of what my body craved.
We pull away for a moment. Still pressed tightly together, our foreheads touch and we stare into each other's eyes. Our breaths merging together, his rank with the smell of hotdogs and ketchup, but it is his smell. A smell that I never thought I would find sexual in my entire life now fills me with a craving for another type of hotdog that is currently pressing against my thigh at the moment.
"You want me." He says panting heavily. His voice deeper than normal makes my libido purr in feminine pleasure.
"Yes. Oh yes, Sans yes." I gasp out as I nod against his forehead. Sweat is already pouring from us from our excitement. The liquid shown off our bodies like diamonds under the soft lamplight in the room.
He chuckles deeply and leans down to kiss my neck, then shoulder. "I will take care of you," Another kiss. "Love you," Leaning down he licks the top of my breast. I moan in appreciation. "Protect you till the end of my days." He leans away just enough to grasp a breast and suckle the tip just a little before looking at me from that position. His expression was like that of a man who kissed a ladies wrist instead of her breast. The look takes my breath away. "I will never stray from my desire of you, nor would I find peace until I know you are safe." He suckles my nipple again. A flick of his tongue, a suckle, a pull. All gentle and process. Shivering under his ministrations I can do nothing more than hold onto his arms as he torchers me with his loving.
Leaning back suddenly he reaches around and grasps me behind my back with one arm. He rises on his knees and pulls me close as he leans over me and says in a dark tone, "I will protect you. I swear to destroy anyone who dares to take you from me. You or any child from our union. You have my word."
Deep down I knew that these words were not just romantic drivel.
He meant them.
Every, single, word.
And I know in my heart, my soul, that he would do as he claimed.
I could not have been happier.
Tears form in my eyes in joy. The idea that someone would protect me, that I wasn't alone anymore, made me feel like the luckiest woman alive.
Reaching up with my hand I touch his cheekbone and say with a firm voice, "I accept your protection and your guidance. I welcome your body and soul into me and I give myself over freely. To you, I offer loyalty, protection, and love. I can't give much, but I will do everything I can, everything I possibly can, to make our union work. I swear," I suddenly feel a pull in my chest as I rise into a position equal to his. Both of us rising high on our knees, I stare at him and feel a rise of something strong, powerful.
Determined.
"I promise that no matter what happens, I will not allow myself to fall into the pitiful state as I was before. I promise to be strong and determined. For you and for all monsters. I swear."
My words move him. His expression wide and his emotions mixed with amazement and rising appreciation to me, I can feel his love for me grow.
The knowledge brings me joy.
In response to my words he leans over and kisses me deeply, pushing me down into the coverlets gently he rubs his front against mine sensuously. We moan at the sensation. My nipples catch against ribs, flicking over every one as he rubs first back and forth slowly against me. I gasp and shake under the sensation and his kiss.
Then he rises and gives me a raised 'eyebrow' before leaning away from me. I stare at him in question as he slowly descends down my body and begins kissing his way slowly down my stomach. The sensation is ticklish and I giggle as the ghost-like lips brush and press sensuously against my flesh. Then I gasp out as those same lips seal over my sensitive bud. Crying out at the intense sensation, I roll my hips into him. He grabs them and holds them down firmly. Attacking my clit with a wicked tongue and even wickeder lips. He sucks, pulls, and laves gently, slowly. Yet every sensation is firm and full with sensation. The long ghost of a tongue licks harshly against my opening. The tip ghosting inside for a moment before flicking out just as fast.
Groaning out I grasp his head to me and hold it tightly as my head thrashes at the sensations. Oh, I can feel the climax coming, and it looks glorious! Sans sends me over that peak with a harsh set of quick pulls and I scream out into the night. My cry only lasting a moment as Sans teleports quickly up to where my head is to place a hand gently over my lips.
"There, there, my sweet. We can't wake the neighbors now can we," he says in a tone that feels like he's laughing at me.
To sexually drunk to care I just lay there and allow the last of the climax to ride through me. Then I kiss his bony fingers that lay over my lips. Daringly taking a digit into my mouth and sucking it gently. I suck it as I would suck his cock if I had it in my mouth. My eyes told him as much.
He groans at the look and then chuckles again. "Someone is being naughty, aren't they? But I feel that we have had enough foreplay, don't you." Sans grasps me and pulls me into his embrace once more. " Right now I feel like having the main course of our evening." I giggle as he nuzzles my throat. "Paps should be here with food in a bit."
I pop up from him in horror before I look down at his expression. His eyes were laughing at me as he shakes in laughter. Glaring at him I pop him softly on the head and his deep laughter erupts from him as he pulls me back to him and gives me ticklish kisses over my face. I chuckle at the sensation and return his kisses. Soon our play turns more sensual as he pushes me down softly and leans over my body. His body vibrating with need as equal as my own.
"Frisk, baby, I'm so ready." He says in a harsh voice. It cracks under his need. "I want to feel you around me. I want to feel you as you experience the pleasure I give you." His member twitches, it's blue glow lighting the area close to my entrance. "Let me in my love. Let me love you please."
Sans plea does not go in vain as I smile up at him softly and open myself, all of my self to him. My heart, my mind, my soul, and body. I wanted everything from him.
I am ready.
With a guttural cry, he crashes down on me and enters me in one fell swoop. The sensation is swift and I cry out as it feels like all of my being is penetrated at once. Deep within me, I feel my soul swelling as something seems to fill it.
As Sans holds me tightly to him he begins to move slowly. Each thrust, a prob that allows me to feel him completely. It feels sensual, divine, and luscious. His breaths are harsh in my ears as his deep moans fill me with pleasure. Our hands roam slowly over each other with every slow move and grind. Then he begins to pick up the pace slightly. My moans rising as the sensations build both within and out of me. My legs tighten around his hips as my cries become steadily louder. He dosesn't bother to quiet me this time. How can he when he is making noises just as loudly as I am. His voice rising with steady deep moans as he whispers in my ear. Each word driving my pleasure every higher!
"Ohh...goooooddddss! Frisk, Frisk, Frisk! Ohhh, baby! I...I never...Ohhh...gods! You feel so good, kid! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohhh yes! Oh, do you like it when I fuck you like this baby! Oh, gods, I'm going to fuck you so good baby you will not...! Ahh! Ohhhh shit! Ohhhh shiiiitt! Ahhh!"
His words, though crude, made every feminine part of me purr as I knew I was giving him just as much pleasure as he gave me.
The thrusts became more desperate as we see our ending. The sensations building to this moment makes me cry out loudly as slapping sounds resonate through the room. My legs tightening over his hip bones until we're feverishly and tightly thrusting into one another. Barely any room to come out completely, I trap Sans against my body. Then with a sudden cry, we throw our heads back and cry each other's names into the atmosphere.
In that moment, time seems to stand still.
I can feel him, in me, a part of me, like never before.
In a void of white, he stands with me, both of us nude and wearing equal awed expressions. For a short time, I feel his emotions as if they are my own. I watch his life unfold before me as if I am watching a clear, clean, HD, movie. Fading in and out, one moment into the next. His birth from an orb in his mother's non-existent tummy. Her death when his brother is born due to complications. His father's slow emotional deterioration from her loss. How he gave himself over to science to cope. Sans determination to stay by his father's side to help him through it all. His eventual anger at him when his father kept taking unnecessary risks with his experiments.
I watch his life up to the point where he meets me. His fascination yet distrust of me at first soon grows to admiration. His admiration growing slowly to love as I become older and reach out to other monsters who were always hurt. I always seemed to know when they were down. His rage, and feeling of hopelessness when I was taken by the humans and lost my memory of him.
But he never gave up on me.
Tears run down my face at the sight until I turn and see what he is watching.
My life.
His face full of confusion as he sees smears of colors when I'm among humans. Dark ugly colors that splated around me without rhyme or reason. But when I'm around monsters the colors are like pastel drawings. Beautiful and full of life. And yet his expression is still confused.
'Sans?'
He turns to me.
'What's wrong?'
Sans looks lost for a moment before he opens his mouth to reply he gasps out. I do the same as we feel a tug pulling us to face straight ahead. We watch as the two unfolding memories merge before us into a shape. Then the shape splits in two. Both stand before us covered in shadow and mystery. From them, I feel a sensation of warmth coming from them. A pool of love that takes my breath away.
Then the shapes burst into a flash of light and two orbs race towards us. We stand there in awe as the shapes rocket right into me.
Into my belly.
The waking dream ends and we crash back onto the bed, drenched in sweat and shaking from the remainder of our climax. For the longest time, we can't move nor speak from the intense sensations that still rage through us.
After a while Sans rolls off to one side, bringing me with him in his arms. We lay on top of the crumbled coverlets and breath each other in for a moment. So many questions run through our minds and I could feel his confusion still as well as his awe from the experience.
I suddenly feel exhaustion overcome me and I cuddle into his body. He holds me close and breaths me in.
As I feel sleep envelope me I hear him whisper into my ears.
"Who are you, Frisk?"
(Annnnnd that's it, this chapter is done! Woooow! That is much longer than normal :D and for good reason! They finally got married and Sans now has a glimpse of Frisk's odd appearance into the world. But what about the United and the Government? What are they going to do or think about Frisk's behavior and choice? What will her parents think when they learn about the full truth about Frisk's dealings with them. Find out next time on, Dragon Ball Z! Just kidding, just check back in a few weeks or so for the next chapter :D Tata my dears!)