She came in every Friday, as something different. Grillby smiled to himself, he could always tell who she was, not just because of the purple soul color present in every one of her shape shifts, but because she sat in the same seat despite whatever disguise she had on.
Grillby had known her since the barrier was first placed. She was a human shapeshifting mage that got caught in the crossfire during the war. Humans didn't think much of shapeshifters, humans considered them no better than monsters because they could shift into them. Therefore, Grillby had no idea what side the girl fought on, but it had been long enough he no longer cared. She hadn't caused any issues, she just lived her life trying to keep her head down.
He liked her, she kept to herself, was polite, and paid her tab. Nobody ever recognized her as she was always a "traveler" just visiting for the sake of it. Grillby had no idea where she actually lived if he was honest.
Her visit was different this time, however. This time, instead of the back, she sat up near the bar. And, she happened to be a very fetching looking fire elemental with the telltale purple streak in her flame. Grillby bit his lip, some of her forms were very eye-catching, but this one was his favorite by far. He would be honored to see her original form one day, but this was a special treat until then.
She ordered her usual, another confirmation Grillby didn't need that it was truly her. When he served her, she gave a bright happy flick of her flame and Grillby grinned to himself adoringly. She didn't know how to control her flame in this form. The thought of teasing her and watching her flame dance for him crossed his mind wickedly.
Then again, she was the longest standing "friend" he's had in a long while. His friends from before the war have perished outside of Gerson and Asgore, and neither visited his bar. Let alone so often. He worried this wouldn't work out like he thought it might. If he teased her, there might be a chance of her never coming back. He'd have to be subtle.
When the bar was settled he mosied over to her.
"Interesting seeing another fire elemental in Snowdin. Where are you from?" He started. She jumped, shocked flames bouncing high and bright.
"Oh, uh. Hotland. Came to see the snow," she said nervously. It was the first time they had ever really talked. He overheard her now and then with her spiels for the other bar patrons, but he never pushed her until now.
"I'm from Hotland, I've never seen you around," he states, and her flame begins to dim for a moment.
"I-I'm a scientist, I work on the core so I don't leave much," she looks down, unable to meet his gaze. He smirks, he loves how deep she's getting into this.
"Who're your parents?" He crosses his arms. Her fire begins to drip.
"I ah, I don't know. Orphan, because of the war," she scratched the back of her neck. Grillby was impressed by her improv skills.
"Sorry to hear," he consoled her, and she nodded.
"It's ok, it doesn't affect me anymore. So do you recommend any drinks?" She distracted charmingly. Grillby answered by picking up a glass and pouring a sweet cocktail concoction therein. He passed the sweet treat to the shapeshifter and said:
"Caramel Caress. For a beautiful woman, on the house." The hot white blush that spread on her skin was as gorgeous as the moonlight he remembered so fondly. He wanted to see it all over her.
He coughed, he was getting ahead of himself.
"Calm down you soul-snatcher," she snickered when she composed herself. He felt his eyes crinkle, if he didn't already know how old she was, that would have dated her. Nobody has used that phrase for a thousand years.
"Does that mean it's working?" He smirked. She played with the rim of her glass.
"Maybe," she said slyly. She was definitely interested. His heart flickered in his chest. "You know, you look really good in that outfit," she beckoned him closer and he leaned in, "but you'd look better out of it," her sultry tone made the cliche work for him, if he's honest. Her voice reminded him of soft flower petals and honey. So much for subtlety, he was glad she was the one to shoot that beast.
"Stay after hours and that can be arranged," he said, laying his hand on hers. Her flame flickered vividly showing her interest and she gave a nod.
Through the night he could feel her gaze on him. He really wondered what changed her mind. Why she sat at the bar tonight, as someone who would catch his eye? Maybe she was nostalgic. Maybe she was after a quick fling. Or maybe…
When the time came to clear out, the patrons left single file but she remained at the bar. He smiled to himself, pleased with his luck. He sauntered back over to her.
"My place for coffee?" He suggested. She smirked at him and nodded once more. He took her hand in his and pulled her upstairs.
Once the door was closed she was climbing him. She grabbed the lapels of his vest and slams him up against it, her mouth hot on his. Grillby wrapped himself around her and returned her passion, using one hand to trail up her thigh. She moans, biting his lip. He uses this as an excuse to snake his tongue back in her mouth and they swap places, so she pressed up against the door. She tastes so good, like the caramel from her cocktail. She jumps, wrapping her thighs around his waist.
Sharing more hungry hot kisses, Grillby rolls his hips against her sex to show her how affected he is. She throws her head back and makes a sensual sound that shoots down Grillby's stomach. They kiss until Grillby is drunk off her. He can't handle it anymore. Legs still wrapped around his waist, he picks her up and carries her to his bedroom.
He lays her on the altar that was his bed gently, like she is a precious present for him. He'd like to unwrap her, but he's unsure of how clothes work for shapeshifters. Instead, he runs hands up her thighs and pushes her dress just enough. He is down on his knees, discovering her lack of underwear. The scent of her arousal was on the tip of his teeth.
Then, he descends upon her cunt with lavish licks. He sucks her clit and runs his tongue up and down her folds until she keens, writhing against the sheets in unbearable pleasure. He presses his tongue inside and tastes her. She was like honey on his lips, with a tang of something…human. He couldn't get enough, and he slurped at her juices like the finest of wines. Her fire flashes obscenely and Grillby grins a feral grin, lapping at the head of her sex until her thighs are quivering. He presses a finger inside of her, she bucks wildly as he curls it. He moves in tandem with sucking and licking at her clit as he searches. Suddenly she cries, and he knew he found what he was looking for. He presses into the spot inside her and works it gently. She grasps at the sheets and he can smell the fibers start to burn. He knows she's close, so he tongues her harder. He puts his lips around her clit and sucks. Her back arches and she keens, but Grillby doesn't let up. He continues his onslaught and extends her satisfaction until she is pushing him away.
Her chest heaves, and he's worried he may have gone too hard, until she speaks:
"I need you to fuck me so hard I can taste it," she says so desperately breathy that he can't stop himself from a growling purr that forces its way out of him. He claws his belt loose and frees himself, painfully hard.
He wastes no time in lining himself up with her entrance, but he is gentle when he presses inside. She is so wet that there is no trouble at all getting well seated inside her. She groans at the feeling of him filling her, hands clenching at his shoulders. He explores her with his hands for a moment, he wants to learn every inch of her. Wants to please her so much she comes back for more and she's finally his. Her breathy sighs a boon, he begins to test the waters. He rocks his hips and she bites out another moan.
He cants his hips in an unhurried manner, allowing himself and her to both get accustomed to the feeling. Her flame flickers gently, arousal and happiness clear on her face. He takes this as a good sign and begins picking up the pace. She starts to make adorable sounds that go straight to his cock. He leans down to whisper in her ear:
"I'm going to wreck you for everyone else. You'll be mine," and he picks up the pace even more. The mattress begins to protest loudly as he begins to pound into her. She's making guttural sounds, and he's sure he's making them too but all he can hear is her pleasure. Her hands grip into his shoulders as she pulls him closer to her.
"Oh stars Grillby! Please!" She babbles, a string of nonsense words flowing from her lips. He liked the sound of his name on her lips in that voice. A lot. He was going to make her say it more. He angled his hips until he finds the spot again, and he gets his wish.
"Grillby–Grillby–Grillby," she chants in a voice he wishes to engrave on his soul. He wishes he could hear it forever.
Unfortunately time was not on their side, for both of them neared their completion. Grillby's hips stuttered but he kept up his pace, as he could hear and feel the tension inside her building.
She gives the most sensual moans he's ever heard when he breaks her. She cums with his name on her lips and clenches down on him. He is quick behind her, shuddering and groaning into her neck.
Grillby slides up beside her and pulls her onto his chest. They breathe together, their flames flickering hotly like a wind blowing through them. They stay like that for a moment before Grillby speaks up:
"I liked this one," he says softly, cupping her flaming hair in his hand. "Will you be back to the bar next friday?" And she stills. The information sinks in. She wrings her hands.
"I..yes. I will be back," she says softly.
"As something different or this again? Because it doesn't matter to me," he says, trying to drive his point home. She gave him a long, hard look.
"I like this one, but maybe next time I can show you something else, when we're alone," she says carefully. He nods.
"Take your time," he says, and he means it. She could take all the time in the world to show him what she really looks like. He'd still like her. Her flame flickers happily at him, and she wraps herself in his arms more thoroughly.
Yes, this worked out just fine, Grillby thought.