🌹SoL🌹 :: Page 466 - 475 (NSFW)

I am exhausted!
Here are the redrawn pages, plus January's update! Still spicy, but we have a more enthusiastic Frisk and a clearly daydreaming Sans.

And maybe as she’s struggling to get away grinding her body against his unintentionally, calling to an imaginary friend...or her pretend boyfriend, Sans would start toying with her buttons and slowly undoing them just to show her how helpless she really was.  

 

He surrounded her red SOUL with his red magic and teasingly caresses and squeeze it and watch as bewilderment filled her face as she wondered why she was started to feel so hot...so good...so WET.

 

He’d run his tongue everywhere finally tasting her.  He’d run his tongue roughly against her beautiful nipples until her screams of help became moans of pleasure.  And then just to tease her, he would move up to her neck and start nibbling her flawless skin.  Mark it with little bites some soft, some hard enough to draw blood until traces of him peppered her skin so much so that she and everybody else knew that she was HIS.  

 

And then once he saw complete pleasure overtake her fear, he’d move down her body.  Maybe he’d rub a single digit slowly and gently against her panties until they were soaked and when she was trembling with lust and begging him for more, THEN he would allow himself go faster.  

 

Let her hands go so she would cling to him moaning his name while he ripped her undergarments to shreds and move his head down to taste her, twirl her cute little nub with the tip of his tongue and once she was nice and wet and ready he would-

 

His aching hard cock brought him back to reality and just in time too.  His sockets widened when he saw her fist coming at him.  With a low chuckle, he easily caught it.  His hand swallowed hers and if he applied just the teensy bit more pressure, he could crush her lovely little hand like an empty soda can.  

 

He looked at her face and inwardly frowned.  Her face, her usually pretty and desirable face was now scrunched up and ugly looking with all that HATE radiating off of her.   

He looked at the couch and then at his little lady who was still cursing up a storm and trying to jerk her hand back.  It would be so so so easy to make that fantasy a reality...but…

But...while fucking her would have satisfied his hunger, Sans knew he’d get hungry again and a one time fucking wasn’t what Sans was after.  And she would taste SO MUCH better if she were just a little bit more willing.

 

Hmm...perhaps I need some help in that department...maybe it’s time for a new plan, the skeleton thought, feeling a bit of drool slip past his smiling teeth as he caught her other fist.

 

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“Ah ah aha, you keep attackin’ me like this doll-face and I’ll have to put a restrainin’ order on ya.”

 

Frisk’s blush deepened and for one second she could have sworn her fury would completely engulf her and burn her up until she was nothing more than a pile of ashes on the floor.

 

“LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!” She screeched, and pulled back with all her might.

 

Sans chuckled and winked at her, licking the disgusting red drool that was dripping from his chin with his equally disgusting glowing red tongue.  

 

“Whatever ya want doll-face.”

 

He let her go so suddenly and so unexpectedly that she tumbled backwards near the open front door and landing on her rear.  She groaned in pain and started to get back up until Sans’ strong hand gently grabbed her chin.  She tried to hold in a shudder as she felt one of his clawed fingers gently tickling under her chin.