Chapter Two :: Show The Ropes
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Sans had never been so conflicted about someone in his entire life before he met you.
You fill him with an overwhelming sense of irreparable fear that he feels every bone in his structure furiously tense up whenever you make a suspicious movement. And yet, at the same time, you fill him with an overpowering desire that he can't seem to ignore whenever you flash him a lewd look. Then he laughs at the thought. Never'd guessed that danger would be so attractive.
But you keep your promise and manage to reasonably behave on your way to Snowdin. For the time being, you manage put his mind at ease as your attention wavers to the environment around you. And Sans begins to notice the way you look around and the way you wander aimlessly across the plains, as if every insignificant detail is a whole new discovery for you to explore. Although it makes it easier for Sans to believe your amnesia story, he still can't help but watch your behaviour closely. Your eyes would widen in childlike wonder as you study the soft rustle of leaves on the pines as they shake off the snow that weighs them down, you gasp in surprise as you find the riverside and delight in the gentle grace of the clear water rushing over the icy riverbed, and anything else Sans considers mundane and ordinary suddenly becomes a completely rare occurrence.
Because to you, everything is interesting and exotic. You find beauty in the smallest things, and you don't hide your excitement when you find something new to explore. And for a while, it makes Sans reflect on his perspective on the world. He lived in the underground for so long, he's become far too used to seeing the same things over and over again in his life. It's become dull and repetitive. But after meeting you, and watching you, slowly… he begins to appreciate the majesty of nature a little more…
Then, as he continues to observe your curious movements, he silently thinks about how you touched him under the sentry post… again.
This moment replays in his mind like a broken record, and yet he can't seem to find the will to let it go. His head burns just from the memory of it. But every time his eyes wander to your careful hands, whether they're running over the snowy ground in fascination or cradling a pile of slush just to see how it falls through your fingers, he remembers… he remembers exactly how it felt…
He wonders how far your curiosity goes. If a situation arises where you are given the chance to explore his body… what would you do? Would your eyes take in every detail of his structure, would your hands study every inch of his form… would your mouth press against his… your lips feel the shape of his features… your tongue graze along the smoothness his bones… your voice softly whisper profanities in his ear… your skin press against his skeleton with no clothing to separate them…
Suddenly, Sans violently shakes his impure thoughts away. He internally scolds himself to focus, then he reminds himself that you are a threat to the world, and he feels the flaring magical energy building in his being as he keeps up his guard all the more. He can't afford to slip up, he can't afford to let the humans win again… but…
There's something about you… that makes him hope that you could be friends.
He doesn't find it hard to believe that you and Papyrus get along really well after you meet. Your intense fascination in his puzzles and your willingness to eat his spaghetti won over Papyrus in no time at all. And Sans finds that it all kind of makes sense – both you and Papyrus hold a certain level of childlike innocence that allows you to relate easily to each other. Eventually, Sans feels as if he can breathe easier as he finds that you even seem to enjoy yourself in Papyrus' company. He sighs in relief. At least you don't seem like a threat to him.
But, it's a little strange… you act like two little kids on a playground when you're with Papyrus. You ask him an assortment of spaghetti related questions and you hang on to his every word as if it's the most interesting subject in the world. Your eyes sparkle in awe as you complete his simplistic puzzles as if they were your greatest achievements. You look at the world through the eyes of a child. You seem so harmless. But… every now and again… you'd pass Sans a side glance…
And your full lips would curl into the sultriest smile he'd ever seen.
It completely bewildered him. How can you act so innocent and naïve, and yet look as if you're experienced in ways that made him shiver?
Sans rests his hands in his pockets as he observes you from afar, and purposely keeps his distance as you occupy yourself with another spaghetti-puzzle related conversation with Papyrus. And whilst he starts up a long winded reply, Sans keeps a steady gaze directly on you. And he swallows a harsh gulp when he finds you gradually return a heavy-lidded gaze, and sensuously bite your lower lip with a knowing smile.
His eyes grow dark, and the pinpricks in his eyes disappear. It's becoming all the more difficult to suppress his aching lust. Sans clenches his teeth into a strained smile and hopes with all of his strength that his libido doesn't blind him from danger.
Because the moment it does, the world as he knows it may end in an instant.
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You're stuck on a wooden bridge, surrounded by fire and cannons, spears and maces, and a lone dog held up by a piece of rope. Papyrus finally has you cornered with nowhere left to run. He laughs in triumph on the far end of the bridge and claims his victory aloud as Sans keeps watch beside him. There is no escape for you. Papyrus has finally won…
But… he hesitates.
You see a look in his eyes that makes your heart flip. He's grown to like you too much to end the chase here. You can see it in the way that his gloves slightly shiver with reluctance. And after several moments of silent contemplation, Papyrus throws out a far-fetched excuse about the method being 'too direct with no class at all' to tear the weapons away from you before strutting away. As he leaves, you can hear him speak his conflicted thoughts aloud as he battles over his conscience… and you sigh as you wish you could do more to help him.
You exit the bridge to meet with Sans, who lingered behind to give you words of encouragement.
"Don't feel too bad. My brother always figures out what's best for everyone, so neither of you should beat yourselves up about it. He's just a cool guy like that." He winks, and you give a small smile in return as you find his words make you feel a little better.
"He's just… so adorable." You say honestly as you rest your hand over your perspiring temple, "It's so hard to believe that we're supposed to be enemies. I mean, how can such a sweetheart end up becoming the human-hunting warrior type? I wish it didn't have to be this way… I, um… I'd rather be his friend, in all honesty. Isn't there another way around all this?"
Sans smiles widely as he gives you a gentle pat on your shoulder to cheer you up.
"Like I said, leave it to my brother. He always knows what to do in times like this." You notice the way his voice had softened as he said this, and the way that his bony hand rests against your shoulder as if he refuses to rip himself away from you just yet. He uses your shoulder as his support when he turns his gaze away to distantly stare to the dark skies, and his smile becomes a little shaken. You notice how he tries not to show it, but somehow, you can see… the curve of his smile is ever-so-slightly crooked.
"Listen… I'll be honest with you," he begins quietly with a slow sigh, and keeps his eyes toward the skies, "I… still don't know what you want to do here, or what you intend on doing in the future, but… you have no idea how happy I am to hear that you want to be Papyrus' friend. If at any point you hated him… if you had passed through here and resented my brother for any reason… then…"
His eyes glaze over for a second. As silent as you both are, Sans' love for his brother, and his fear for his safety spoke unfathomable volumes that you had never considered before. Your presence as a human being is a threat to the underground, and a threat to everything that Sans had ever known and loved in his life. And you didn't realise this until this moment. You didn't realise until you saw the small flicker of immeasurable relief in his eyes. This realisation cut you to the core, and you almost feel your heart bleeding.
Slowly, your fingers carefully approaches his hand resting on your shoulder. Gently, you wrap your warm fingers around his, and Sans' gaze finally turns back to you. The white pinpricks in his sockets return to life, and for a moment, you catch a small blue glimmer in his eye filled with uncharted emotion. And you lean closer to him as you tell him sincerely,
"Sans… I will not harm your brother. Ever. You can count on that. I… don't know what human beings are truly capable of, and I don't know how they can be used to hurt beings like you… but I don't care. I don't care what's happened to us in the past, I don't care if humans and monsters are supposed to be mortal enemies, I just… I really don't care about any of it. None of that matters to me. Whether I cared before I woke up here is irrelevant. The only thing that matters to me is right here, right now… and I promise you right now, I will not hurt Papyrus. Alright?"
You can't tell what he's feeling. The look in his eyes is so empty, especially when the pinprick whites in his sockets disappears without a trace. His hand feels limp in your grasp, and a little warmer than usual. But as soon as you notice this, it finally hits you. You can feel his entire skeleton heating up until he was radiating with a pleasant warmth. His breathing is slow and gradual, as if he had been holding it in all this time. And you realise just how much of a relief your promise must have been to him.
His shaky smile couldn't be any wider then. And you feel your heartbeat pump faster at the sight of him. Suddenly, you freeze in shock… wh-what… why did my heart just do that?
"Alright. Good. You won't hurt my bro." Sans says aloud to himself with a smile as he can't hide his gratification, then he quickly winks to you with a cheeky grin, "But that doesn't mean you're completely out of the woods yet. I'm still pretty damn suspicious of you. Papyrus may be safe, but it doesn't mean that the rest of the underground are as well. So don't get to thinking there won't be any more human-hunting monsters out to get you."
Your eyebrows lift as you take this as a challenge. You suppress a wicked smile as you press your lips together before biting down on your lower lip. Then, a devilish idea crosses your mind, and you really like the sound of it…
There's a sinister gleam in your eye as you bring yourself closer to Sans, until you're practically looking down at him with his hand pressed between your palms. His bones feel a little sweaty as his eyes follow yours, and your hand slips away from his to glide over his covered chest towards his shoulder. You pull him closer towards you until you're only inches away from each other, and you feel his heavy breathing graze against your skin in a delicious sensation. You feel him shudder beneath your fingers as your voice lowers to a matured purr,
"But Sans… aren't you a human-hunting monster too? And look, I'm right here. Yours for the taking." Your eyes lower into a heavy-lidded gaze, full of desire, as your mouth draws out hot breath against his neck, "So… come on… why don't you take me?"
Your hands slide away from his shoulders and move towards the nape of his neck. You feel the hot air escaping beneath his clothes as your thumbs tuck beneath the hem of his shirt, and your fingers venture up the bumpy structure of his neck towards his jawline. You trace the curve of his jaw as he suddenly feels like butter in your hands. His bones feel so hot, his cheekbones are clearly marked with a tinge of blue as perspiration crawls down his temples. And his gaze never falters away from yours, even as the piercing blue flame in his eye flares to life in unsteady spurts.
You can see his internal struggle. You can see how much he wants you. You can see how much he hates to want you. You can see from the way he trembles that he's seriously battling to restrain himself. You can see from the way his tongue hangs wantonly out the corner of his mouth, slightly twitching with the urge to graze your untouched skin. You can see it all, and you make him know… that you want it all.
Your fingers lightly shape the frame of his face as you tilt him aside and expose his neck to you. He lets you. You breathe heavily as the idea of pressing your lips against his heated body suddenly drives you wild. The way you tease him was good fun, the way he reacts to you was exciting… but you had no idea just how much you're really into this. For a moment, you lose all sense of yourself as your mouth hangs agape, your tongue lightly hanging from your lips as Sans does with his… saliva running down your chin as your carnivorous side begs you to go further…
Sans suddenly takes a desperate hold of your shoulders as he pushes you away a little, but not enough to remove you completely from him. And it wasn't enough to stop you, either. You can see the shaky curve of his smile wavering between reluctance and desire, and you want to help him make the choice that will make the both of you… very happy…
You lean forward until your lips are smacking against where his ear should be, and your hair strokes over his heated cheekbones as you feel his fingers tremble against your shoulders. He hasn't let go yet. You don't want him to let go yet. And your voice becomes breathy with lust as you whisper,
"Come on, Sans… I'm right here," your voice slowly drawls out every word, and your mouth is so close to his face that you almost feel your lips gently grazing over his bone. Then, you almost hear him audibly moan as you tease even further, "Imagine what I'd look like if you captured me, Sans. I'd have my hands tied behind my back… my feet tied at the ankles… I'd be powerless… helpless… and yours… I'd beg to do whatever you want me to do for my freedom… and you'd be able to do anything you want with me… you could do anything you want with my body… and I'd do it. Doesn't that sound nice?"
You feel his fingers digging deeper into your shoulders. He's really pushed to the edge now. You can feel him trembling more and more until he almost doubled forward from the intense battle going on inside him at that moment. His head almost rests against the nape of your neck for support, but it doesn't help as he is pushed further into your arms. Just a little further, and he'll be done. Just... a little… further…
"Ahhhn!" He suddenly shouts out as he completely pushes you away at arm's length. Your eyes fly open in surprise as you're quickly ripped apart, and you blink mindlessly as Sans attempts to catch his breath. "H… Hey, listen… I told you, h-human-hunting ain't my gig. You should go see Papyrus. He's p-probably waiting for you up ahead. Just… stay clear of his blue attacks and you'll be golden… alright?"
He wastes no time in dropping his hands away from your shoulders, almost like he scolded his fingers on your skin, and quickly turns on his heels to escape towards the town. You watch with a dumbfounded look stricken over your face as he holds his head down to hide his contorted expression. You know it must have taken a lot of internal strength to completely dismiss you like that, and you feel a wave of disappointment wash over you. And as he completed disappears into Snowdin, you sigh as you place a contemplative hand over your cheek.
You wince in shock. For a moment, you're surprised to find how hot you feel. You know that you had the upper hand in that situation, and that you had Sans practically in the palm of your hands… and yet, you wonder… why do I feel so affected by him?
You press your hand against your cheekbone, feeling the lingering heat deep in your skin. And you pull your lips into a sly smile as you find this game becoming much more interesting.
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The fight with Papyrus commences at long last. He waits at the edge of Snowdin town for the chance to capture you, for the chance to bring you to Undyne, and for the chance to finally become a member of the Royal Guard. But… you see him wavering with uncertainty. You can see in his caring eyes that he's become too hesitant as he is reluctant to throw a single hit at you. You can see how much he wants his dream to come to fruition, you can hear in his confident voice how much he wants to make his dreams a reality… but…
He doesn't want to hurt you. Your heart swells at the sentiment. You don't want to hurt him either. Papyrus is too sweet and compassionate. You can see why Sans loves him so much…
Sans…
The thought of him in the midst of your battle with Papyrus suddenly makes you stumble. And suddenly, the pain in your leg returns at full force as you press down on it awkwardly. You howl at a terrifying volume as the searing pains travel up and down your nerve endings, and you fall to the snow in a collapsed heap. And almost immediately, Papyrus forfeits the fight to run to your side. He's wracked with worry as you lay in the foetal position, shivering and moaning as you ride through the thick waves of agonising spasms. Amongst the throbbing pain, you can hear Papyrus shouting over and over about how sorry he is for hurting you.
And before you know it, you feel his large gloves scoop underneath you, and suddenly you're airborne as he carries you carefully towards his home.
The last thing you feel is the sudden impact of wind hitting against your face before you succumb to unconsciousness.
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It feels like barely any minutes have passed by as you open your eyes again, but through the blur of your vision, you're a little surprised as you make out a warm light filling the room. You can feel yourself sitting up with your back against a wall, your head slightly lolling forward with your hair covering your icy face, your hands crossed above your head and your legs slightly propped up as your ankles touch against each other. You try to move your body, but every inch of you is cemented to the ground. You try to blink awake, but your eyes are too heavy. You try to hear the commotion around you, but the voices are too muffled.
A few more seconds pass by, and you begin to regain some vision as your eyes fight against the heavy gravity weighing them down. You can hear a hysterical voice in the background, and you can finally recognise it to be Papyrus. You begin to feel movement in your body once again as your feet slowly shift apart, but your hands feel as if they're glued together. You can feel ropey texture crossed against your palms and your wrists, and you slowly realise…
My hands are literally tied…
"Human! You're finally awake! Oh, thank goodness! You wouldn't be much use to Undyne if you were dead… and you wouldn't be my friend anymore if you were dead, which is equally as tragic!"
You stifle a small laugh as you hear Papyrus shuffling and pacing beside you. Your vision clears all the more as you make out the wooden panelling making up the floors and the walls. The light came from the singular candlelit lantern hanging up on the far side of the room. But you can barely make it out through the wide prison bars that separates you from the rest of the room. Papyrus holds his gloves around the bars as he stretches his head through, and leans over you to look you over protectively.
"Human! Um… a-are you alright?"
You smile weakly as you pretend to ignore the aching throbs of pain that pulsated deep in your leg muscles, and nod.
"Yeah, Papyrus. Don't worry, you didn't hurt me. I actually got this injury after waking up in the underground… way before we even met. So there's no need to fret, alright?"
Your words seem to calm him down a lot as his bulky shoulders falls in relief. Then, the sparkle in his eyes returns as he steps back to puff out his chest in pride.
"Then, fear not, human! I will nurse you back to health with my incredible all-spaghetti diet cure! I, the great master chef Papyrus, will make it my mission to make all the spaghetti you need until you are healthy again! And then, in celebration after my flawless diet has cured you… I will make you… more spaghetti! Nyeh heh heh heh!"
You have to press your lips together in an uncontrollable wobbly smile to stifle a fit of laughter, and the urge to cover your mouth with your hands overtakes you until you realise that you're practically tied against the wall. You glance around as you notice that only your hands have been tied, and you stare quizzically at the tall skeleton in search for answers.
"Papyrus… where am I? Why have I been tied up like this?"
"Oh! Well… after finally capturing you, human, I didn't want you to escape. So I've imprisoned you here in my shed until Undyne comes here to pick you up! I… haven't actually called her yet. I don't think she'll want to capture you in the state that you're in. Knowing her, she'd want to have a fair fight before taking you as prisoner. So you've got to be in the best physical condition before facing her, and I guarantee that you will be after all the delicious spaghetti I'll have made for you! You can count on that! Nyeh! Heh heh!"
"And you even tied my hands up like this?" You asked in disbelief.
Then, you're caught off guard as Papyrus' gaze flickers away, and he brings his glove to his chin in contemplation.
"To be honest, human, tying your hands together with rope wasn't part of my initial plan. I'm still wracking my brains around it. But it seemed like the way he suggested it made it seem like it was important…"
Your eyes widen as far as they could go.
That sneaky bastard…
Slowly, a faint twinge of burnt cooking fills the air around the both of you and catches Papyrus' attention. Your eyes narrow as you realise what this could only mean, and Papyrus begins to sweat as he grins to you nervously.
"Well, human, it seems that I am sorely needed in the kitchen. If… you'll excuse me…"
As quickly as he says this, Papyrus zooms away and runs out the door without looking back. The door to the shed slams shut and echoes throughout the spacious room, and heavily emphasises that you're alone in the candlelight with nothing but your thoughts for company.
But you knew him better than that.
"So… you suggested to Papyrus to tie my hands together, huh?" You said lowly with a sultry smile, and you feel your heart almost skip a beat as you detect a distinctive movement make itself known by the side of you, "And here I thought human-hunting wasn't your gig. I guess it doesn't take much to convince you otherwise, does it?"
"I had nothing to do with you being here, y'know. Getting captured was entirely your fault." Sans finally steps into the softening candlelight from the shadows, and stands on the other side of the bars just beside you. He leans back on the wall with his hands lazily resting behind his head and his smiling carefree gaze firmly locking on to you, "But I'm not going to deny that I may have mentioned something to Papyrus after he brought you here. And I'm also not going to deny that I may have borrowed some of your… ideas from earlier to bring this to a head. Gotta say, you were right about this rope-tying business. It really is effective. You may be even better at human-hunting than my brother, and he lives for it."
You shuffle forward slightly as you start to feel warmer with Sans close by…
"Give Papyrus some credit, huh? He did all the work. And… ooh, he did a very good job at it. This knot is tied up real tight. I'm… completely… helpless…"
As you purposely drag out your words, your heavy-lidded gaze steals him away once again. He stands rigid as a board as he is stricken into silence. His breathing hitches in his throat as his eyes gradually grow wider. Sans looks at you as if he has suddenly fallen under a trance as the white pinpricks in his eyes shimmer with overwhelming desire. No matter how hard he tries, you know he can't tear himself away from you. The blue spark in his eye flares up once again, flashing a mixture of absolute desire and dread all at once. And slowly, he realises that he has made a terrible, terrible mistake…
Oh Sans, you have no idea what you've done.
You shift your weight to the side so that you're leaning against the bars. Your hands push your messy hair forward, softly framing the shape of your flushing face as your liquid lips form a small pouted oval, and you tilt your head against the bar as your neck becomes all the more exposed in the candlelight. Your skin illuminates in the warm glow of the fire, almost as if it's beckoning him to touch you, begging to have his hands all over you, and you see his hands tremble at the temptation.
Slowly, his hands fall from behind his head and tense into clenched fists at his sides as he tries once more to resist you. Silently, you wonder if he really did hope to see you this way. You wonder if as soon as you gave him the idea, he imagined it vividly in his mind, and so he took this moment of vulnerability as an advantage to make it happen. You stifle the urge to smile coyly, and your voice comes out in heavy breaths as your face heats up at the sudden pleasant feeling of the rope tied around your wrist,
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? I'm no threat to anyone like this. I'm completely powerless. I can't move, I can't escape… I'm all yours…" Sans takes an incredibly gradual step forward as your heavy breathing makes your breasts rise and fall against the straining material of your dress, and you feel your legs squeezing together to withhold a burning sensation growing deep within you as Sans drags his gaze along the curve of your bound figure. And your voice teases him all the more. "I'm yours, Sans… you can do anything you want to me… anything at all. My body… my hands… my arms… every bit of me is all yours."
An audible moan is heard from the depths of his throat. Finally, he gives in. And something snaps within him.
Your eyes fly open as you are suddenly met with two dark voids staring deep into your widened eyes. The tiniest shimmer of a blue spark seems to form within the depths of his eye, and you don't have time to register it as you suddenly feel his strength pushing you all the way back against the wall. Within seconds, Sans had phased through the bars as if he was a ghost, and had taken your forearms hostage as he forced them up against the wooden wall. Your mouth hangs open in shock at his sudden abrasiveness. And the moment his fingers begins to snake their way down your arms, an indescribable feeling of absolute pleasure rings through you and lights every nerve ending in your body on fire. You try to resist, but you know that you can't.
"Sa… ahhhns~!" You breathe his name as you succumb to the way this feels.
The smoothness of his bone runs shivers over your skin as he caresses the contours of your arms with the nubs of his fingertips. And you notice he moves at the same speed that you moved when you first touched him, under the sentry post. Your eyes begin to roll back as you realise… he wants to make you feel exactly what he felt.
You can't pinpoint what is exactly happening to your body as his hands move slowly down to your shoulders, you can't describe exactly what you're experiencing as he pushes back your hair to move his bony palms over the nape of your neck… and you can't think of a single reasonable thought any longer as his touch grazes lower and lower down your torso… until the palms of his hands run slowly over the ample shape of your breasts.
"Is this what you mean when you say you're all mine?" Sans' voice almost comes out like a deep growl fuelled with an insatiable lust, but his intimidating tone of voice remains stagnant as he tries to fight against it, "Well I don't believe you… there's still something about you that makes you our biggest threat… and I'm going to drag it out of you one way or another… even if it means I have to touch every single part of you until you start talking… until you scream…"
You fiercely bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to stop yourself from audibly moaning, and the fabric of the dress folds in a way that makes it feel as if it isn't even there. An incredibly heated flush flourishes over your face as, for a moment, you believe there is nothing separating your sensitive skin from the cups of his gentle hands.
And you can tell he feels the same. The moment you manage to clear your vision through the blur of your burning desire, you see his face completely overcome with overwhelming lust emanating from his scorching blue eye. He has his back to the candlelight so that the entire front of his torso is overshadowed into darkness, until you can only see the glaring glint in his shining eye. You can make out perspiration rolling over his skull, you can see his wicked smile splitting his face as his illuminating tongue hangs waywardly out the corner of his lips, dripping and oozing with drool, and you can see his piercing gaze running over every inch of you… drinking you in… filling with an animalistic need to have you… right here… right now…
You shudder as you feel his wandering hands move along the curve of your waist, and you watch his smile curl deeper in delight, as if he's wanted to do this for so long, and he's finally got exactly what he wanted. You feel envious of the dress as he runs his hands over your hips and over to your thighs. Your skin desperately wants to be touched, and your clothes are dulling his caresses. Then you feel inexplicably hotter as you're about to suggest something… further…
But, you wince in pain as his hands graze over the one area in your thigh that feels the most susceptible to your injury. And you cry out from the horrific aching as Sans unknowingly presses his bony fingers across your injury. Quickly, he snaps out of his trance and looks to you in unwarranted surprise. You internally curse at yourself.
Fuck. Killed the mood too soon…
For a moment, Sans breathes heavily as he comes down from the high, and his blush lingers behind as he regains control of himself once more. He hesitates for a moment as his sense of reason finally returns to him, and he shuffles back to give you space.
"So… you're injured here?" Sans asks as he points to your thigh, before he suddenly begins to laugh to himself, "Must be rough. I couldn't stand to be without my legs."
You completely dismiss his joke as you lean back against the wall, and you wish you had a free hand to swipe away the sweat building around your temples.
"…yeah. I must have hurt myself when I fell into the underground. Maybe." You say with a pained smile. "It's a little hard to recall, but I do remember falling from the peak of Mount Ebott before waking up here with the injury. It's just a theory at this point, but… it's all I have to go by."
Sans slowly moves a finger over his chin to wipe away the lingering trails of drool as he finally withdraws his wanton tongue, and he contemplates for a moment as his gaze switches from your eyes back to your aching thigh. The blue glint in his eye fades away as he suggests something.
"If it's really hurting you that badly, I might have a way that could heal you right up." He catches your interest, and he notices how your sparkling eyes light up with desperation. He laughs as he waves his hand dismissively, "It's a work in progress, 'course. I don't mind if you volunteer to be my guinea pig. But I'll only do it with your consent."
"To be honest, a little pain relief is preferred right now." You tell him honestly as your voice wavers through the dull aches riding through your leg. And with no hesitation, you slide your feet apart as your legs slowly open like a flower, and your face heats up once more as he gradually sits between them with his hand hovering over your thigh. You tell him assertively, "C'mon, Sans. Hit me with all you got."
He wastes no time as he places his fingers over the most sensitive area, and you feel your muscles scream at you as you feel the pressure push down upon it. You stifle a whimper as you feel the magical warmth seeping from his palms and into your skin. After instinctively squeezing your eyes shut, your vision blurs until you can only make out the glowing blue iris lighting up his dark features. He's concentrating all of his magic into the palm of his hands, and you can feel it sinking in to you. It's stretching out your muscles and hugging every nerve ending that it can touch. It feels strange, it feels like small tingles running up and down your leg, it feels… it… feels…
Oh… ohhh…
It's not quite pain… it feels as if you have embraced the pain. And it's turned into an exciting and searing sensation prickling over your thighs, and the feeling grows larger and larger until it travels up your thigh… over your skin… towards the sensitive space between your legs. A pleasant pressure begins to build in your abdomen as you feel Sans' fingers press harder into you, and you let out a low moan as you bury your face against your arm. Every bit of you feels as if it's on fire.
"Sorry, is this hurting you?" Sans asks as he confuses your contorted expression of pleasure for pain, and lifts his hand away. Immediately, you miss the contact. So you slowly shake your head as you look to him through your heavily lidded gaze,
"No, um, actually I don't think I can… feel it enough." You bend your leg to lift it higher to the air, and slowly ask through your heavy breaths, "Could you… take it off?"
Sans stiffens immediately. You watch as his eyes suddenly disappear. There's a dark desire hidden within the shadows of his sockets, and his smile is slightly faltering. You wonder if he's reluctant, or if he's excited… either way, his vacant expression remains as he shuffles back to smooth his fingers beneath your ankles, and effortlessly flicks the strap of your shoe away. He purposely slows to a snail's pace as he slides the heels from the sole of your feet, and you shudder as his fingers follow the curve of your soles until the whole of your foot is out and exposed. Your toes curl as he lifts it to the air, and drops the shoe away as if it may as well had fallen out of existence.
Then, his eyes grow darker with insatiable lust. The dark shadows under his sockets turn his smile into a devilish grin as he slowly moves his hand further up your leg, lightly caressing your stockings, sending wonderful prickling sensations deep into your skin, and he shuffles forward as he almost towers over you with a terrifying intent in his distant gaze.
You gasp sharply all of a sudden. His eyes capture your heavy gaze as his hands graze over your thighs, and suddenly tuck beneath the hem of your dress before slowly slithering beneath the material to further venture underneath your clothes…
Oh… fuck me…
His fingers linger near the incredibly sensitive skin between your legs, and you feel as if your face is virtually bursting into flames. You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you catch a glimpse of his drooling smile, and the sight of his wanton tongue smoothing over the shape of his lips quickly lets you know… he's enjoying every second of this. You can see in his face that he's enjoying the feel of your warm skin on his bones, you can see in the emptiness of his eyes that he is itching to touch the folds of your lips between your legs… and he's only a few inches away… just a little further… and he's there…
But, his fingertips trace the top of your stockings, and he gently rolls them down your legs and slowly over your knees. You feel your head spinning from this alone. You had no idea that being undressed in this way would be so erotic. Maybe it's because of the way his gaze over your every movement is so intense, or the way your hips consistently shuffles as he runs his bones over your legs as your stockings are smoothly pushed down your silky legs… or, maybe, the way your exposed skin becomes all the more sensitive as he presses his magical touch upon your thigh…
And it starts all over again. The pain is replaced with bliss. Only this time, with his hands directly placed over your naked leg… it feels one thousand times more… intensely pleasurable.
You can't hold back your moans this time. Your groaning grows more audible as your heavy breathing draws all the more air out of your throat, and you feel a whole new temperature filling up your face as the heat boils the blood all throughout your body. Every inch of your leg shudders towards your hips as the delicious pool within the depths of your abdomen builds more and more with intense warmth. The lips between your legs seem to come alive with small shudders, as if you can feel the magic from Sans' fingers travel towards you in tiny vibrations. It's the perfect stimulus. And your breasts rise and fall erratically as your whole body shivers from the uncontrollable build up between your legs. You feel wet, and you wonder if he's noticed…
He must have, as Sans suddenly presses down harder against your skin in intervals. And every time he does, your hips buck forward as if you're begging for more. You moan each and every time, and breathe out his name in a loving gesture. He doesn't seem to mind. And as the blissful magic shooting from his fingertips seem to rise into more intense vibrations into your skin, you feel your muscles tense up. You want to hold yourself back, you don't want to show that he's so easily got through to you, and that his magical touch alone has brought you almost to the height of ecstasy… but the more you hold yourself back… the more he pushes…
You're too tense. You try with all your strength to hold yourself back. Your head is cloudy with dancing endorphins lighting up like fireworks. Your body is shaking with involuntary pleasant shudders ringing through every inch of you. Your back arches forward, your knees bend and your toes curl tight. You're on the edge… so close… and Sans tosses you a smirk. He knows with one tiny caress of his thumb, sending one final intense hit through to your lips… he knows he tips you over the edge.
And you do. Hard.
Your tied hands fall from over your head to hide your teary eyes, and your liquid mouth hangs open as you wordlessly gasp. The feeling of absolute desirable pleasure overtakes every single part of your body. Not a single inch is left out. Your world melts away until there's only the wonderful sensation transporting you to a beautiful world of ecstasy.
Sans leans over you with a satisfied grin. You stare up at him in the midst of it all. The blue iris of his eye shimmers with ravenous hunger. You can't speak a word as your riding through the thick waves of orgasmic bliss, your stiffened into silence as your lips simply lingers apart, and a soft moan escapes you as you notice Sans' tongue edge over the corner of his mouth. He wants to put it inside you, he wants to explore you desperately with that tongue, he wants to send you to unparalleled heights that you've never experienced…
But for now, as you come down from your indescribable high, he lifts his hand away at last and effortlessly rolls your stockings back to where they came. You can see in his vacant gaze that he desperately wants to ignore the wetness between your legs as he incidentally brushes his fingers over it, and quickly pushes your dress back down your thighs. You steady your breathing at last as your sweat drips off your body, and you lean back against the wall with satisfaction. You feel as if you could fall back and melt into the walls. Then, a soft smile graces your lips as you say between breaths,
"Well… that certainly relieved the pain a lot." Your teeth bare into a grin, "Hell of a way to mend of a broken leg."
Sans is suddenly silent. You see his empty eyes are vacant with unbridled emotion as he shuffles off you. Slowly, he turns away from you as he hides subtly his expression. You notice that he's been trembling for some time now, and you wonder if maybe it was all getting too much for him. Your eyes widen in surprise as he doesn't quite meet up with your gaze when he replies at last with a monotone voice,
"I… have to go. I need to… do something. So I'm trusting you to behave yourself while I'm gone for a moment. Don't move from where you are, alright?"
"There's not a whole lot I can do when I'm tied up behind bars like this." You tell him nonchalantly with a shrug of your shoulders. With that in mind, he seems to calm down slightly.
He lingers behind for a second. There's no doubt a very thick layer of tension over the both of you. It's insanely hard to ignore what had just occurred, and you almost feel disappointed in yourself. Sans had so easily overpowered you with only a touch of magic. But, as you recall the indescribable feeling of ecstasy that rang through you… maybe it really wasn't such a bad thing to lose this time round…
Then, before Sans disappears in a blink of an eye, you catch a glimpse of his blue iris burning an intense hole in his socket as he grabs one last eyeful of you. You saw exactly what he was feeling at that moment just from that one look. It was… intense. It was then that you knew…
…he's been pushed to the edge.
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Sans can hear Papyrus humming and singing a tune in the kitchen when he suddenly appears in the middle of his bedroom. Without a moment to spare, Sans hurries to the door and shuts it tight, locking it twice to make sure he's completely and utterly alone, and turns on his heels to collapse against his bedroom door. Then, he outwardly sighs a large breath of relief as he lowers his shorts and finally frees his cock from the confines of his clothes.
Fucking finally…
He grabs the base of his erection and pumps uncontrollably. Never before in his life has he ever been pushed to the limits like this. Never before in his life has he wanted to give in to his predatory instincts, and voraciously ravage every part of your body with his tongue, and feel the warmth of your lower lips wrap around the bulging erection slipping in between his hands at that moment.
He remembers the way you had your mouth opened wide in wordless ecstasy as he sent you to ethereal heights with the mere touch of his hand. He remembers how you moaned his name over and over again, and how he loved the way you breathed his name in bouts of sheer bliss. Your mouth wrapped around his name like velvet. It was so… insanely hot…
Sans shivers in delight as he rubs the head of his cock, and wonders how much higher he can take you. He remembers your face, contorted with pleasure, and wonders if that's what your face would look like if he dares to find out.
He remembers the way you squirmed and shuddered in his grasp. Fuck… he had never imagined that the sight of you twisted in ecstasy would be hot beyond words. The way you moved under his touch drove him wild. It took all of his strength to keep himself withdrawn from you. It took all he had within him to simply watch you moan in pleasure, with your hands tied over your head… completely helpless, just as you said you would be…
Sans pumps harder and harder as he recalls the clear image of you over and over again. The tip of his tongue edges out of his mouth as his eyes close, recalling the image of your body shivering all around him, and he gives in to the warm feeling of absolute pleasure lighting up the nerves of his skeletons. His cock illuminates as bright as his tongue, and convulses in his grasp as he's nearly there… he tenses up as he remembers the delicious curve of your leg as he pulled the stockings down from your hips… he feels the wonderful sensation of warm fluid pierce through his erection as he pumps faster and faster… with the memory of your warm skin on his fingers, lightly touching over the sensitive surface of his cock…
Oh Christ…
Your heavy-lidded eyes, filled with lust and want, is the last thing he sees as he releases everything from within into an overload of pure adrenaline. The multiple spurts makes him almost double forward, and he shudders in euphoria as the sound of your name passes his lips. Perspiration flies off his face as he collapses to the ground, and he heavily breathes in erratic intervals on the comedown. He limply holds on to himself as he feels completely and emotionally defeated by you. You're almost too much to take in. You're too much to withhold from. He wonders if you're really human…
Sans rests his head back against the door and weighs his options. On one hand, you may be the trigger that could end the underground and all its inhabitants. On the other hand, you maybe just want for a simple life, with simple friends to keep you company. Or you may just be here to simply torment him.
The heavy sexual tension only gets worse the longer you're around him, and he knows this. Every time you tease him, every time you slowly move near him, every time you pass him a knowing smile…
He wants you. He wants to fuck you slow… he wants to fuck you hard and dirty… he wants to see the face you make when you cum… he wants to feel your filthy mouth all over him… he wants your liquid hands wrapped around his cock… he wants to feel himself inside you…
And he wants to kill you. He wants to kill you for making him feel this way. He wants to kill you to be sure that no other human will threaten this world ever again.
Torn and conflicted, Sans holds his heavy head in his hands. One of these days, he knows that this lack of self-control is going to end up destroying all life in the underground. But, if entertaining you with the promise of sex will delay the inevitable destruction of the world…
…well, he's not going to object to that.
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Chapter Two End. Chapter three coming soon…
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